The screen flickered before Mike's lust-fogged eyes. Still dizzy from fucking Yvonne's fabulous tits, he watched snaky dark bands crawl across, the screen and resolve themselves into an image.
Mike blinked as the picture became clear. This certainly wasn't daytime television!
He saw a tall, slim man dragging a long-haired and slender woman out of a bathroom. The woman was dressed only in a nightie, which had fallen open to expose big well-shaped jugs and a downward pointing triangle of cunt fur. The black and white image gave no clue as to what the screaming woman's hair color was, except that it was dark.
He glanced at Yvonne. She gave him a cryptic smile. Her nipples were still huge, and drops of his come were drying on her tits. He looked back to the screen.
The tall man had ripped the nightgown off his victim and was wrapping her wrists with electrician's tape. Her arms blocked off Mike's view of her face. But from what he could see of her cringing, naked body, she was spectacularly lovely indeed!
Fascinated, Mike watched the man step back, pulling out his belt. Then he swung it and hit the nude woman hard across the tits.
The woman's face contorted with agony. Mike froze. It was the first time he'd had a good look at her face, and even twisted with the pain of her whipped jugs it was one well-known to him.
It was his wife Diana!
Instantly he was off the bed. The beginnings of another raging hard-on that had stiffened his cock as he watched the odd picture-show disappeared immediately.
"What the hell is going on?" he yelled at Yvonne.
She smiled at him. Her expression was maddening – but in a different way than it had been before.
"Don't worry…" she began calmly.
"Don't worry? That's my wife!" He glared at the TV set. "Who is that man? Where is Diana? What's happening to her?"
The picture on the screen showed all too clearly what was happening. His brand-new wife was lying on her belly, writhing as if in terrible pain. And the tall man was flailing away at her ass with his belt!
Guilt rushed over Mike. Here he was – not five minutes ago he'd been fucking his cock abandonedly between Yvonne's luscious tits without a thought for Diana! And now his wife was a prisoner, being tortured by a strange, sadistic man while her husband watched helplessly.
Or maybe not so helplessly. Mike abruptly recognized the room he shared with his bride. He rushed past Yvonne and pulled open the door.
His first impression was of a great hulking form in the doorway, blocking the light. His second was of a fist the size of a hamhock rushing toward his face. Then all was black.
After what seemed an hour of terrible pulsating pain, Diana felt the eleven-inch prick give one last hearty throb and instantly begin to soften in her asshole. The wad of come the last cock-spurt had fired up her butt sizzled anew on the raw nerve-ends lining her ass channel. She could feel sperm percolating around the limp length of cock in her rump and leak slimily out of her outraged asshole.
Slowly the burning agony in her butt diminished. "G-god," she sobbed brokenly. "I'm hurt – God, my asshole hurts! I'm all torn up inside!"
Eric laughed. "Don't worry," he said in a voice that trembled with the after-effects of his thunderous orgasm. He'd just finished fucking what seemed like gallons of his come up his victim's beautiful butt, and he was drained of more than the jism that ran so freely from Diana's asshole. It felt as if all the strength had fled his wiry frame.
"You think I'd do any permanent damage? I don't find new playmates often enough to dispose of them so casually."
The implication of what her torturer said missed Diana completely. Eric's prick was no longer a brutal, steely shaft impaling her asshole and rubbing it raw. It had shrunk in her butthole, and his come, though it stung her rectum, did serve to lubricate her asshole. Now she was becoming aware of her other pains.
There were a lot of them. Her whipped tits blazed, and her ass felt as though the skin had been flayed. Her thighs hurt where the sharp edge of the chest of drawers dug into them. The muscles of her back ached from her body being forced backward into an unnatural position. The mirror's glass was unyielding on her cheek.
She looked back and forth from the reflected image of her attacker and the man himself. He was grinning at her, with sweat pouring down on his long face. She shuddered. The look of unholy satisfaction in his sapphire-blue eyes was like nothing she'd ever seen.
He laid his palms on her asscheeks. The once-satiny skin was rough and puffy with the welts of his belt. The buttcheeks twitched and Diana gave a small squeak of pain at his touch.
He started pulling his limber prick from her come-gorged asshole. The breath rushed in sharply over her gritted teeth. Even with the slippery jism to grease her ass channel, that long cock hurt horribly coming out of her ass.
Torrents of come ran from Diana's asshole as the cock slid free. It popped out and fell, down between Eric's thighs. Come stretched between the tip of the prick and the gaping, inflamed asshole. Diana's sphincter muscle shut her poopchute and cut the rope of come. It fell to the carpet.
"Ahhhh." With a sigh of satisfaction, Eric stepped away from his victim. Her nude body began to slip back. She relaxed. Her cheek moved squeakily down the mirror and she collapsed to the floor.
The rough nap of the carpet pained her already-anguished body. She began to sob. Her tits quaked, squeezed together between her bound forearms so that the nipples stuck out like fingers.
But Eric wasn't through with her. The first sound she heard was the hated whine of the belt through the cool air of the motel room. The leather wrapped almost caressingly around a red-glowing asscheek. The tip stung like a scorpion at the exposed lips of her pussy.
"Gahhhhh!" Diana rolled frantically away from him. "Go away! Oh, my pussy hurts! Why can't you leave me alone?"
"Oh, don't be that way, Diana dear. The day's just begun. Aren't you eager to see what else it has in store for you?"
"No!"
The belt descended. Leather struck her asscheek which was already welted from ruthless blows. Diana screamed.
"What do you want me to do?" she shrieked, when the pain had subsided enough for her to form words.
"Stand up."
Diana obeyed. She struggled to her feet clumsily, unable to use her bound hands to help herself up. Her agonized asshole twinged with pain at every movement of her long legs, she winced at the pain she came near losing balance.
Eric lost patience. "Hurry up, slut!" he snapped. To emphasize his command he brought the belt whistling forward.
It struck the tip of a dangling boob. The nipple exploded into fiery pain. Diana screamed, but leapt to her feet.
She stood staring at him, with her tit and ass and cunt throbbing with pain. Hate glared from her hazel eyes.
Eric jerked his head toward the front door. "Move," he said. When Diana hesitated he brought the belt forward and lightly flicked her naked hip. She moved.
She came to the door and stopped. "What are you waiting for, bitch?" Eric demanded. "Open it!"
"But I can't go outside like this," Diana said, glancing fearfully over her shoulder. "And my hands are tied."
The belt licked right up the crack of her ass. She fell against the door as pain filled her butt. "Ohhhhh," she moaned.
She fumbled at the door. She had to grasp the knob with both hands and turn her arms to open the door. Her palms were sweaty and slippery, and she couldn't seem to keep hold of the metal knob. She heard the belt rustle impatiently on the floor, as if lusting the feel of her flesh, and she pulled the door open with a heave.
"Now out." Anticipating his captive's protest, Eric smacked Diana's ass with his belt. She shrieked and hopped into the full blaze of the morning sunlight.
The hot Southwestern sun fell like molten gold on her pale, abused titflesh. Her eyes were dazzled by the glare.
"Oh, Mrs. Burden," a female voice called out happily. "How nice of you to join us!"
Diana squinted through the bright light. Two people stood by the poolside, and another sprawled in a chair. Slowly she picked out features. There was a tall and slender woman with big tits bared to the sun's full fury, a hulking red-haired ape of a man – and in the chair her husband!
"Mike!" she screamed. She started to run towards him. "Oh, Mike, oh, God, I'm so glad to see you. These people…"
She broke off. Mike was looking at her with naked pain on his face. He shifted in his chair, but his arms stayed behind him.
"Diana…" he croaked. He swallowed to wet his throat. "I'm sorry, Di. I let you down, sweetheart." He dropped his eyes.
Diana whirled to face the woman who stood gloating at his side. "What have you done to him?" she demanded.
"Only handcuffed him," the woman said. "That, and fucked him with my tits."
Diana reeled. She looked from the woman to Mike. Her husband was stark-naked. And, spattered like white paint on the huge limp hose of his cock, were telltale droplets of drying come!
Diana turned to the woman again. The other's hair was jet-black and fell to her full, milky tits. Yes, Diana could see jism on her heavy tits, and another droplet clung to her chin. What the black-haired bitch was saying was true!
A touch on her shoulder made her jump. She turned her had and saw that Eric had come up behind her. "Don't blame your husband too much, my dear," he smiled. "It would take a superman to resist my darling sister's charms. She's quite a woman."
Yvonne smiled at her brother. Diana saw the resemblance between them – the lean, limber build, oval face, slightly slanted blue eyes contrasting with raven hair. With something of a shock Diana realized Yvonne was the woman who had checked them into the motel last night. She'd looked so prim and reserved then, almost plain.
Now she was haughty and lovely and terrible!
"We watched you and Eric on our closed-circuit television. It was quite a show. Of course, Mike got upset and wanted to do something about it." Yvonne glanced over her shoulder at the broad-shouldered man who stood unspeaking behind her. "Frank had to calm him down. That reminds me, by the way. As a reward I promised Frank – you!"
Diana gaped. Then she gasped. The man called Frank took a step forward, pulling down his trousers as he walked.
"N-no!" Diana whispered. She stepped back. Abruptly her right asscheek was stung by Eric's belt. She stopped dead, pain warring with fear of Frank. "She doesn't want you, Frank," Eric said dryly from behind her.
Frank pulled down his pants. His cock sprang out. Diana stared. It was neither as fat as Mike's prick nor as long and snaky as Eric's. But it was monstrously thick just the same, and eight inches long!
The man straightened and stood grinning with his cock aiming at her like a cannon. He was youngish, with long ape-like arms and the shoulders of a weightlifter. Bushy red sideburns framed a broad and homely face. His teeth were even and very white.
"She don't like me?" he asked. "That's okay, honey. You don't got to."
He stooped and picked up something that lay at his feet. Diana frowned curiously at it, then went pale with horror. It was a yard long piece of rope, bristling with broken fibers and almost as thick as the massive wrist of the man who held it.
And something told the captive he was going to use it on her!
"Thass right," Frank said. "You gonna like me less when I finish whupping you with this!"
Diana looked frantically around. Eric and Yvonne stood with naked lust on their faces. Her husband struggled against his bonds, but the handcuffs bit more tightly the more he fought.
She was alone.
She tried to run. Eric caught her and pushed her roughly. She fell to the concrete, skinning her lip. Then Frank was there, looming over the captive.
"No!" Diana choked out. The rope fell.
The heavy rope crushed her vulnerable tits. She screamed and rolled over. Grunting like a pig Frank lashed at her ass, already covered with a network of broad red belt-marks.
"Ah! Ohhh! STOP!" The pain was worse than the pain Eric's belt had caused her. Much worse. The fibers sticking from the rope bit and tore at her tender assflesh as leather never could.
And burly Frank was vastly stronger than his employer! Each blow of the rope landed harder on Diana's tormented ass, and seemed to cut deeper into her ass.
Diana was crawling, blinded by pain and her long auburn hair which hung like a screen before her eyes. Laughter rang in her ears, Eric and Yvonne delighted by the captive's agonized struggles. Mike was bellowing wordlessly, and Frank snorted and snuffled like a horny bull as he whipped the woman mercilessly.
The concrete scraped her knees and her elbows. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except escape from that awful rope and the constant, crushing, awful pain in her ass. Diana's tits swung like overripe fruit waiting to be picked. The rush of blood into her tits brought a renewal of the pain there, but Diana didn't notice it with the greater agony from her brutally beaten ass.
She bumped against something hard. She raised her arms painfully and drew herself up. The surface was even rougher than the pavement around the pool. Another blow landed along the furrow between her sumptuous asscheeks, and she scooted ahead two feet.
The surface gave beneath her and then rose springily, lifting her. She realized where she was. She'd crawled onto the diving board.
She was trapped!
She quivered, half afraid to tumble into the water, where she was sure she'd drown with her hands tied, and half willing herself to take the plunge and let the water surround her in cool oblivion. She waited for the next unbearable stroke of the rope.
It never came. Instead Frank grabbed her and turned her over on her back. She cried out as the diving board abraded her pussy, welted ass. Ignoring her, Frank put his big hands on her knees and pulled them apart. Then he leaped on top of her!
He grabbed the writhing woman's shoulders. His cock jabbed rhythmically at her pussy. The spongy outer lips gave way at the onslaught of his cock. Then the wedge-shaped prickhead was driving between the delicate cunt lips, and into the sinuous tube of Diana's pussy!
Diana screamed, as much in surprise as pain. The flexible mouth of her pussy spread wide to take the stranger's cock in. And suddenly all, eight inches of prick were filling the captive's reluctant cunt!
The air rushed out of Diana's lungs. A spasm of pain wracked her cunt. The tunnel of her pussy was bone dry, as dry as her asshole had been when Eric fucked it – and Frank's cock hurt almost as much going into her pussy!
Frank rolled his hips and ground his crotch against Diana's. The movement rubbed her ass around on the diving board. It was like touching her tender ass to a grindstone.
"Ah, noooooooo!" she wailed.
Assflesh seemed to be sanded away as Frank moved his mighty cock in Diana's cunt. His weight bore down on her arms, pinning them, flattening her tortured breasts. She longed to claw his eyes. But she was helpless. She could do nothing but lie there and get fucked!
Dry as Diana's pussy was, it was hot and tight around Frank's big prick. The pressure of pussy on his pounding cock maddened him. He wanted to fuck!
He did. His body hunched as he drew his cock out of Diana's cunt. She cried out. The pain in her ass eased, but the withdrawal of the cock with its hooded, broad head seemed to be tearing her pussy apart.
Diana's legs were splayed out to the side. Mike watched them flail helplessly as the cock rose from her cunt until only the head remained trapped by her pussy lips. Then the long and lovely legs clamped convulsively around Frank's thick body as the cock plunged into her cunt once more!
"Yahhhhhhh!" Agony raged in Diana's ass and raped pussy. The red-haired handyman's balls slapped at the crack of her ass as his cock drove to the hilt in her unwilling pussy. Instantly the cock started pulling out of her pussy.
This time was different, though. This time the swollen cock rasped across the tiny button of Diana's clit, nestled in its protective hood of pink flesh at the very top of her cunt slit. The effect was electric.
Uncontrollably Diana arched her back. Perhaps the pain and humiliation she was undergoing had driven all inhibitions from her tormented body. Whatever the reason, the contact of Frank's cock with her clit had filled Diana's pussy with a raging hurricane of lust!
Frank raised his ass into the air. Then he paused. What was the strong, succulent smell that suddenly rose to his nostrils? And why did it feel that the cunt-swallowed head of his prick was buried in a wet, clinging morass?
The tension in the naked victim's body, the sudden tautness of her nipples gave Frank the answer.
"Hot damn!" he howled. "The bitch has gotten horny!" Then he fucked Diana's throbbing cunt with all his force!
His cock entered her cunt with a sound like someone stepping in mud. Yvonne and Eric shared glances. There was passion in the look, and triumph. Yvonne ran her tongue around her rich red lips. Her brother's cock, already stiff from watching Diana's torture and degradation, gave an answering throb of excitement.
Mike shook his head. He could see Frank's big cock pistoning in and out of his wife's pussy. He could see how shining juices from Diana's pussy slimed the shaft of the mighty prick and matted the curly crimson hair around its base. There was no question. Diana was enjoying herself completely, fucking Frank as eagerly as he was fucking her. As eagerly as Mike had fucked Yvonne's bountiful tits.
At least I don't have to feel so guilty, Mike thought. Then he was ashamed. There was no comparison between his fucking Yvonne's tender tits of his own free will and Diana's responding to Frank's big prick in her pussy!
Nor was Mike mistaken. His wife had forgotten him as completely as he had forgotten her when Yvonne first curled her tongue around the head of his rock-hard prick. She'd forgotten everything.
The sunlight, the diving board scraping her whipped ass, the pain that had possessed her just moments before. Nothing existed for Diana, except Frank's enormous cock and her pussy, hungry to be fucked!
Frank had felt a stab of disappointment when he realized what he was doing was no longer rape as far as his victim was concerned. But then her sopping pussy was around his prick like a hungry mouth, and all traces of disappointment were gone. If the bitch wanted his cock, that's what she'd get!
The cock plunged torpedo-like into her pussy. Diana's legs wrapped around him, trying to stuff more of that delightful prick into her needy cunt.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "I shouldn't – but I want you to fuck meee!"
Cunt juice sprayed Diana's thighs as Frank's massive cock slammed into her waiting cunt.
"Unh!" she cried. "Your cock is huge! I think I'm g-going to… commmmmmmmme!"
Her pussy gripped Frank's buried cock like a vise. The lustful spasms seemed to suck his giant prick even deeper into her cunt. It felt like a noose had tightened behind the head of his deep-driven cock and a long spray of jism blasted from the prick's tip.
"Yessssssss!" howled Diana. "Come in me! Fill my pussy with your jism – come in my hungry cunt!"
Mike watched wearily as the cock plunging in and out of his wife's sopping cunt became smeared with strands of white, gooey come. Jism spilled from Diana's pussy as Frank fucked with the fury of his own orgasm. The lips of the woman's cunt seemed to pulsate. The come that drooled from her cunt ran down around her asshole, still inflamed from the onslaught of Eric's long cock.
Mike turned his head to see Yvonne at his side. Her tits seemed swollen. Her nipples were big and hard as marbles.
"He really is some stud," she commented breathlessly. Then she bent down beside Mike so the tip of one luscious tit brushed his bare shoulder. "But I think you're better, lover," she whispered in his ear.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Diana screamed ecstatically.