Sunlight filtered through the drawn curtains. Diana opened her eyes, blinked and stretched like a cat.
Looking down at herself she saw one round tit had fallen out of her nightie. She realized she'd been sleeping that way. That meant Mike had seen her. She felt a flush of embarrassment.
Then she laughed. What did it matter if Mike saw her? They were married now – not that it would have mattered even before they were married. She remembered the photo album stashed in their suitcase and felt a warm tingly feeling in her pussy.
She stretched again. Outside she heard splashing from the pool. Mike was out getting his morning exercise. He was something of an exercise-freak, but Diana didn't complain. It kept his body hard and muscular and scrumptious, and kept him in shape for that breakneck, strenuous fucking she loved so well.
What a night! Diana sighed happily at the thought. She drifted into fantasy. She imagined her new husband's mouth on her cunt lips, as his tongue licked her excitingly. She relived the feeling of her body exploding into orgasm as he ate her cunt. She remembered that he tugged her from the bed to impale her pussy on his rigid cock.
She relived the fucking, hot and wild, on the floor of the motel room. His fiery jism had flooded her pussy, and she'd come again, as intensely as before. Then she had rolled off and sucked his cock, licking up the succulent sauce of his come and her cunt honey combined. Diana was no lesbian, but there was something about the taste of her own pussy that augmented the delight of sampling her husband's prick and creamy come.
Soon Mike's prick had gotten hard again. Diana had dropped to her side and lifted a perfect thigh. Her cunt was hot, the chestnut cunt-fur matted with pussy sauce and dewed with droplets of milky come. He'd roared like a bull elk in rut and fucked her pussy, clamping her upraised leg with steely fingers and cramming his cock into her cunt so violently that the curly hair around the base of his cock left an imprint on the skin of her asscheek.
Diana almost wept with joy remembering that giant cock stretching her pussy delightfully out of shape. But Mike had already fucked his wife's cunt once that night. He had something else in mind!
He'd yanked his prick free of her clinging cunt with a shower of pussy oils. Then he'd plunged his prick right up her butthole. She'd screamed as though in mortal agony as the broad cock forged into her asshole. But it wasn't pain that ripped the shrill cry from her lips. It was a pleasure too concentrated to bear!
Mike had fucked her ass for what had seemed an eternity. In and out of the tiny hole came his cock with incredible speed. Diana felt his cock surge into her asshole, wedging her buttcheeks far apart and filled her belly with delight, then sliding out again with the pussy sauce oiled poopchute. His cock stretched her, and she'd started coming before he'd fucked her a dozen strokes.
Then the tremendous cock buried in her ass had swollen and spat a giant charge of come. Mike's jism had filled Diana's ass channel, burning like lava, melting her butt and climaxing pussy into sweet erotic peace.
A knock on the door broke the spell. Diana opened her eyes and took a deep breath. A thick musky odor filled her nostrils. A puzzled frown creased her brows, than she smiled.
Just the thought of the wild fucking of last night had gotten her horny! She reached down and touched a finger to the spongy mound of her pussy. The cunt fur was damp, saturated with the oils of her twat.
The knock sounded again. Diana rose and walked to the window. She pulled the curtain open a crack and peered out. She couldn't see who was at the door. Then she noticed the pool was empty.
She shook her head. "Mike, you idiot," she said softly. "You've gone and forgotten your keys."
She let go of her filmy nightgown, which she'd drawn protectively over her swaying boobs. It hung open, baring the insides of her tits and the dark triangle of her pussy, now dewed between her trim thighs by little pearly drops of cunt honey. Not that the nightie concealed much; it barely came past the tops of her thighs, and was so transparent that the dark brown patches of her nipples and her cunt-fur could be seen even when the front was drawn shut and tied. But on their first morning as man and wife, Diana wanted to give her husband an eyeful.
She turned the doorknob. "You're a dumb Irishman, Michael Burden," she said as she opened the door, "but I love you anyway."
"I'm glad to hear that," came a totally unfamiliar male voice.
Diana blinked. The glare of the morning sun made it impossible for her sleep-bleary eyes to make out who stood outside the motel room. But she could see by the silhouette that whoever it was was tall and slim, not of medium height and stocky like her husband.
Diana stepped back in alarm. "I'm dreadfully sorry," she said, starting to shut the door. "I-I thought you were my husband."
"I could tell," said the stranger, and Diana thought he smiled. He put his foot forward, blocking the door. "Won't you let me in? I'm Eric Traynor, the manager of the motel. I run the Desert Winds with my sister Yvonne – she checked you in last night, tall girl with black hair?"
"Oh," Diana said. "Yes, I remember." She stood a moment in confusion, then retreated a step, letting go of the doorknob.
Abruptly she realized her nightie was still open. She closed it hurriedly. Her cheeks reddened.
The manager laughed. "You're very pretty when you blush," he said. Then, as if it was an afterthought, he added, "Mrs. Burden."
"Thank you," Diana said uncertainly. She was still dazzled by the morning sunlight that flooded in the door. But she felt that the man was grinning at her in amusement – or was it more than that? He kicked the door shut with his heel, and Diana began to feel uncertain about letting him in. He had a perfect right to come in – after all, he was the manager – but still.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Traynor?" she asked. Her voice betrayed only a hint of the nervousness she felt.
"Call me Eric, please," the man said. He smoothed back his hair. "Just have to check things out."
He looked around the room, nodded. "Everything seems to be in order," he said. He turned his head to look at Diana. She gathered her nightie more closely about her. She thought she saw something in his curious blue eyes she most definitely did not like.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," she said, walking purposefully toward the door. He stepped in front of her. He sniffed and bared his teeth in an openly lustful grin.
"Mr. Traynor…" Diana began shakily.
"Eric," he corrected. His eyes flicked down. "Your nipples get hard when you're nervous, did you know that?"
Diana stepped back. Fear waned with outrage within her. "Mr. Traynor, Eric, whatever you call yourself – I must ask you to get the hell out of my room!"
"And I must respectfully decline," the man said.
"After all, I am the manager!"
Diana bit her knuckle. She back-pedaled, unsure of where to go, only knowing she had to get away from the man who wanted to be called Eric. There was no mistaking the look on his face – or the bulge in his pants!
"I'll scream!"
"Go ahead. No one will hear you. The other guests are all on the other side of the court." He came for her, reaching out hands with surprisingly dainty-looking fingers.
Diana whirled and ran for the bathroom. Eric ran after her. She dashed into the bathroom a step ahead of him and slammed the door in his face.
The man grunted as the door hit him in the nose and knee, but he got his arms inside and kept the terrified newlywed from shutting it completely. "Damn you," he snarled. He leaned hard against the door.
Diana threw her weight against the bathroom door. It was a losing battle. Inch by inch Eric forced it open. Then with a sudden heave he pushed her back. The door flew open. Diana fell back hard, her nightie flapping up around her hips so that her bare butt flattened on the closed toilet-lid.
The plastic lid felt cool on Diana's ass. She raised her hands to fend Eric off. He grabbed her wrists, and hauled her up and out of the bathroom. "Goddamn bitch," he snarled, his almost-elegant manners forgotten. "You nearly broke my nose with that cute little trick."
He threw her down on the carpet. "You'll wish you hadn't tried that," Eric said. Diana tried to get up. He bent down and ripped the nightie off her cringing body. Then he slapped her.
She was on the floor, naked jugs bouncing. Before she could recover Eric had seized her hands again and was wrapping her wrists in thick black electrician's tape. When he was finished her arms were bound before her, held more securely by the tape than they would have been by any ropes.
Diana's cheek stung where he'd slapped her, and tears streamed down it. "What do you want?" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Some of Eric's suaveness had returned. "What I want should be obvious," he said dryly. He unfastened his belt and began to thread it out through the loops of his pants. "As to why I'm doing what I'm about to do – that's so you'll know what happens if you try to resist!"
Diana shook her head, not understanding. Eric swung his arm. His belt lashed out and flattened her boobs with a stinging blow.
"Ahhhh!" shrieked Diana. She fell over backwards, auburn hair swirling, legs flying up to expose her pussy and saucy butt to the man's lust-maddened gaze.
Instinctively the naked woman brought up her bound arms to shield her tits. Her tits blazed with pain. The belt had landed across them, hitting the still-swollen nipples that crowned the mountainous jugs.
Her tits and especially the nipples were very sensitive, as the many screaming orgasms she'd gotten from Mike's lips and tongue working on her tits could attest. Now she found out something else about those lovely, nerve-rich tits of hers.
They were every bit as sensitive to pain as they were to pleasure!
"Don't hit me!" she moaned, rolling from side to side. "Please don't hit me again!"
Eric laughed and swung the belt. It landed across the tops of her thighs – and squarely atop the dark-furred mound of her pussy. She howled and flopped onto her belly as her cunt exploded into an agony as fierce as that that ate at her tits.
In her pain-filled frenzy it never occurred to the captive that her assflesh, jutting invitingly into the air, would present a perfect target for the sadistic motel manager.
Eric brought the belt whistling down to a brutal impact on her naked ass. A wicked red line appeared crossing the crack of her tightly-clamped butt, to match the scarlet lines glowing on her tits and her crotch.
"Eeeeee-AAAIIIII!" Diana's nude body jackknifed into the air. Eric slashed her ass with the belt again as she rose up. She fell back screaming.
"No! Nooooo – stoopppp!" Diana's frenzied cries were in vain. Eric's rage at having the door slammed in his face had abated, but in its place was an uncontrollable torture lust – a mad desire to watch that perfect ass turn fiery red, to see and know the impact of the belt on his victim's ringing, naked flesh, to listen to her useless, pleading cries as he taught her who was slave and who was master!
Blow after blow landed on Diana's vulnerable ass. She flopped around as though the carpet was a red-hot oven. She thrashed on the floor in unbearable pain. Her agonized kicking did as much good as her appeals for mercy.
Eric knew no mercy. All he knew was the matchless delight of whipping succulent young female flesh, and hearing Diana's rich contralto breaking into hideous wailing screams, in counterpoint to the smack of leather on bare assflesh.
To Diana it felt as though a blowtorch was being taken to her ass. Each stroke of the belt, hard-driven by all the might of Eric's wiry arms, doubled the agony in her ass. Her already-sore tits were rubbed raw on the carpet, but the pain in her whipped jugs was nothing compared to the torment as Eric's belt licked avidly at her ass.
Sweat flew from Eric's long face as he lashed furiously at Diana's shapely rump. Her ass was no longer pure snowy white. Broad crimson welts covered her butt in a criss-cross pattern, making her ass look like a deranged Scotsman's tartan. She groveled on the floor, her body writhing like a long pale eel.
He brought the whip singing down right along the crack of his captive's ass. Diana's asscheeks were tightly clenched against the pain, and so her asshole was protected from the cruel stroke. All the same, the strap bit deeply into the tender assflesh.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Eric tossed the belt away and began to undress, savoring the sound of his captive's last hoarse, protracted cry of pain.
Diana's ass pulsated with agony. As she lay, limp and exhausted on the carpet. Her whipped and abraded jugs ached in pain. She was enveloped in a terrible totality of pain. Her face was soaked in tears.
What's happened? Diana wondered. How could something like this be? She knew some people got their kicks out of tying up and whipping naked women, but she'd never expected to meet one in real life.
Especially not on the first day of her honeymoon!
She sniffled. Her ass smoldered with pain. At least Eric was though with her now. He tired of whipping her. For a moment Diana feared her tormentor would kill her, but dismissed the idea. That would be going too far.
Hands gripped her waist and she was lifted into the air with surprising ease.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. Something stiff prodded into her buttcheeks, making her gasp with pain.
Large as she was, tall and full-bodied, Eric carried her as if she were a child. He bore her to the chest of drawers with the mirror attached. She raised her hands, uncertain as to what would come next. The edge of the chest shoved against her bare thighs.
Eric tipped his victim forward, then reached down and grabbed her thighs.
"Oh!" Diana exclaimed. Her arms and cheek were pressed against the smooth glass of the mirror. She was bent backwards like a bow. Her legs waved helplessly in space. Something hard slid between her inflamed asscheeks and jabbed at the tiny poopchute. Diana realized what Eric intended, and cried out in sudden fear.
He was going to fuck her ass with a bone-dry cock!
Her shrill, horrified cry seemed to spur him on. The conical cockhead shoved hard against her asshole. Diana fought with all the strength of her splendid body, but it was no good. Eric's fingers dug deeply into the padding over her hipbones. With a grunt of effort he plugged his cockhead into her poopchute.
"Uhhhhhhhh-gaaahhhh!" Pain shot up Diana's ass channel as the cockhead scraped the asshole. It felt like a dowel wrapped in sandpaper. What would the rest of that cock feel like when it was fucking her poor ass?
Eric was determined she would find out right away. He shifted his hands to her red-glowing ass, and the thumbs came down into her asscrack to draw the cheeks of her rump apart. Diana wailed as the thumbs pained the puffy flesh where his belt had landed.
He was driving his cock into her with excruciating slowness. The stretching of her asshole didn't bother her – Diana soon realized the tall man's cock was as slender as he, far skinnier than her husband's titanic prick. But the friction of the unlubricated cockmeat within the sensitive dry ass was a hideous rasping, as if a stick studded with broken glass were being jammed up her butt.
"N-nooooooo," she sobbed desperately. "Stop! Ghaaa – please! You're tearing me up inside!"
Eric laughed breathily. "Would I do something like that?" he asked. Sweat rolled off his nose and landed on raw flesh. He laughed again as the woman flinched at the feel of salty sweat on her ass.
"I wouldn't want to spoil you for more games. But a little pain is good for you, don't you think?"
The pain in Diana's ass was too great for her to answer. It seemed Eric had been thrusting his prick up her ass for hours, and there was no sign that the agonizing cock tormenting her asshole was going to stop.
"H-how long?" she made herself choke. "How… much… more… cock?"
"Only about half of it left, sweetheart," Eric said jovially. "You've got about – uhhh! – five and a half inches of good sturdy prick up your sweet asshole as of now!"
Diana groaned in disbelief and agony. If the half of Eric's cock rammed up her ass was five and a half inches, that meant his whole prick was eleven inches long! She sobbed. She couldn't stand having that much cock up her shredded asshole!
But she had no choice. As if reading her mind, Eric grabbed her more firmly and jammed the rest of his prick up her ass with a heave of his hips. All eleven inches of Eric's cock was planted in her aching asshole – and it felt like forty feet of splintery timber!
"Uh! Guuuhhhhh!" Diana could do no more than issue guttural noises of anguish. The pain in her asshole was soul-searing, unbearable. She knew the tender lining of her asshole had been torn beyond repair by the entry of the dry prick. She only hoped she'd die before she was tortured any more.
Oblivion was denied her. Eric stood for a moment, his captive's legs waving feebly to either side of him, relishing the incomparable tightness of the asshole wrapped around his lengthy stalk of cock. He panted like a dog.
Diana tried to draw a breath so she could scream. The pain in her asshole was terrible. Every beat of pulse in the cock buried in her asshole sent fresh stabs of pain up her poopchute and into her belly. The edge of the chest of drawers bit into her thighs. Her arms were pressed hard against the mirror, crushing her tender tits. Her cheek was flattened on the glass.
In the mirror she could see Eric's face, handsome and gloating with almost unearthly malice. He would have been almost irresistible to her in other circumstances, married or not. His body was lean and covered in wiry muscles, his eyes were blue and gleamed with a strange, overpowering light. His shoulders rocked from side to side as he moved his cock within her asshole, sending fresh torment lancing up her butt.
Then he fucked his cock out of her ass. It felt worse than it had plowing into her butt. "Yaaaaahhhhhh!" she howled.
The cock shot out, of her ass as though fired from a gun. It was as though the flared head of his cock was honed to a sharp, scraping edge. It seemed to flay the skin from the inside of the screaming woman's asshole!
Gasping with lust, Eric yanked his cock free until only the head was trapped by the tight ring of Diana's asshole. Without pausing he plunged his prick full speed up her butt again. The shrill shriek of anguish from Diana's throat was music to his ears.
He fucked her ass as hard and fast and furiously as Mike had ever fucked her pussy. The pain in her ass channel seemed to grow and grow. Her nude body was in an incredibly cramped, unnatural position, but Diana barely noticed. The agony in her butthole demanded her entire attention!
Eric's face, reflected in the mirror, was like a malevolent balloon. His smile taunted her as his prick agonizingly violated her ass. His fingers were like steel claws digging into the juicy flesh of her rump.
Eric gave a series of short, explosive grunts as the thrill of torturing his beautiful prisoner blended with the sheer erotic joy of fucking a tight, hot, and inexpressibly lovely ass. God, it'll be nice playing games with this hot bitch, he thought, in the last moment of clarity before orgasm wiped out his conscious mind. I wonder how my sister is doing with her husband.
Then he gasped and drove all eleven inches of his cock up Diana's ass. A load of jism traveled the length of his prick and blew into her butt with shattering force.
It was as though a pipe were shooting live steam up her ass. With the lining of her ass channel raw from the friction of Eric's pumping prick, the salty come that suddenly filled her ass burned like lye.
"Ahhhh-ah! Yaaaaiiiiiii!" she heard her voice screaming as though from far away. The reflected image of her tormentor's face smiled even wider as his come began to leak from her agonized asshole.