Bright lights seemed to flash behind Diana's tightly shut eyes as Frank's plunging cock set off orgasm after violent orgasm in her pussy. Her body seemed to tingle with the sheer joy of lustful fucking. The feeling of fullness that ram rodding cock gave her cunt was simply beyond compare!
Except for the feeling in her pussy when it was her husband's cock that was doing the fucking!
The thought came unbidden from the depths of her passion-fevered mind. It was like a bucket of cold water dashed over her. The fires of climax raging in her pussy went out instantly.
Frank didn't notice. Diana's pussy had already sucked every last drop of come stored in his balls out the pinprick hole in the tip of his big cock. Diana went limp beneath him, but he fucked her cunt a few more times, the big cock pulsing with the after shocks of his orgasm.
Then he lay atop her unmoving for a moment. She became aware of his dead weight, the sharp odor of his sweat, the acrid scent of the come that had overflowed her pussy. She could feel his huge cock inside her cunt, with his jism congealing all around it, and she was disgusted. At the ape-like handyman. And at herself…
"Diana?" she heard her husband's voice, as though from a distance. "Di, honey – are you all right?"
Suddenly Diana's heart overflowed with love for her husband. He had just watched her getting the daylights fucked out of her – and watched her visibly and vocally enjoy it! She had actually come off while having her pussy plowed by the cock of a man who not five minutes before had been whipping her agonized ass with a length of rope – and still Mike's first thought was one of concern for her!
Perhaps he had let himself be seduced by Yvonne. Diana could understand how that could happen. Yvonne could give a hard-on to a bronze statue simply by walking by! But whatever Mike had done, he was still her husband. She felt proud.
Above her, Frank gave a long, sated sigh. His cock had become a limp, slimy worm inside Diana's pussy. He put his hands on the diving board and raised himself. His cock slid from, her cunt with a sucking noise.
"You're one helluva piece of ass, lady, I'll say that for you." For a moment he hunched over her on his hands and knees, watching a mixture of come and cunt juice stream out of her slack-lipped pussy. His dangling cock dripped jism onto her thighs as it swung slowly from side to side.
He looked back at his employers. "What do y'all want me to do with her?" he asked.
Yvonne glanced at her brother, whose lengthy cock was sticking out from his crotch like the bowsprit of a sailing ship. "Bring her on over and give her to Eric," she said thoughtfully, "then bring her husband along to their room."
"What have you got in mind, doll?" Eric asked, his eyes devouring his sister's naked jugs.
"The shower game."
Breath hissed in over Eric's teeth. "The shower game?" he asked and smiled. "That's my favorite. You're very considerate, sister, dear."
Yvonne's smile was openly sensuous. "You know it, my loving brother!"
The exchange meant nothing to Diana. With her wrists bound she was helpless to resist as Frank stood up and gathered her in his powerful arms. If she struggled she'd probably fall in the pool and drown.
"Can't we?" she asked. "Michael, darling, you disappoint me. Surely you don't think this is the first time we've done this?"
The handcuffed young photographer looked from Eric to Yvonne. They returned his stare coolly. He shook his head dazedly.
The implications of what the raven-haired wanton with the huge tits had said were shocking. How many young couples had strayed into the Desert Winds Motel – and never left? It was early in the season, too early for there to be many tourists. Mike and Diana had chosen the Desert Winds partly because there were very few cars in the parking lot. They'd wanted a lot of privacy for their honeymoon.
If only they'd known what they were getting into!
He wondered how, many young wives had screamed as Eric whipped them, writhed in the embrace of bear-like arms as Frank fucked their captive cunts. And perhaps Yvonne had taken her pleasure with lovely female prisoners as well. The way she was looking over his bound, naked wife made it clear her appreciation of Diana's beauty was more than academic!
But that wasn't what truly appalled him. The question that nagged at him was, what did Eric and Yvonne do with their playmates after they tired of them? They couldn't very well let them go, to take their stories of forced-fucking and sadistic tortures to the authorities.
There could only be one answer.
The desert was vast. Vast enough to hold any number of murdered bodies in shallow, unmarked graves.
Frank was behind him, hauling him up by the armpits. Eric put a slender hand on Diana's arm. "This way, my dear."
Diana looked rebellious. Eric's belt rustled suggestively over the concrete. She paled, and did as she was told.
With the burly handyman behind him to keep him in line, Mike had no choice but to follow his wife as Eric and his sister went into Diana and Mike's room. Mike winced at the sight of Diana's ass. The naked, symmetrical demiglobes of her ass were puffy and red, and rumply with the imprint of the diving board. There was no permanent damage done to the exquisitely fine skin over her perfect buttcheeks, but Mike's heart twinged at the thought of the pain his bride must be undergoing.
The motel room was cool, almost icy after the merciless desert sun. Eric, smiling, ushered Diana toward the bathroom as Frank pushed Mike down in a chair by the door.
In the bathroom doorway, Diana hung back and looked at her husband. Her concern was plain on her beautiful, tear-stained face. "Don't do anything foolish, sweetheart," she said urgently. "Don't do anything to make them hurt you – no matter what they do to me!"
Mike opened his mouth to speak. Yvonne stepped boldly to his side. "Don't worry about that, honey," she said. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her blue bikini bottom. Slowly she rolled the panties down over her lush hips.
Mike turned his head. His eyes widened. Beneath the bikini Yvonne's skin was white as freshly fallen snow. The perfect pale skin was a stark contrast to the geometrically neat, midnight-black triangle of fur that covered her soft pussy mound.
Leering down at the captive, Yvonne rolled her hips and pulled her panties down around her thighs. The odor of her hot pussy hit Mike full in the face. A droplet of clear cunt juice glittered in the tufts of raven hair between her shapely thighs.
She bent to pull the panties off over her feet. Her tits swung back and forth in front, of. Mike's face. She straightened, naked, abandoned, and unashamed. Then she pivoted and thrust her cunt right into the handcuffed man's face!
"Don't worry a bit," she said over her shoulder. She rolled her hips again. Her pink pussy opened up like a flower and slathered hot cunt sauces all over Mike's face. "I won't hurt him!"
Tears started from Diana's eyes. With a laugh Eric pulled her into the bathroom. The captive heard wet sucking sounds as Yvonne rubbed her soaking cunt into Mike's face.
Holding Diana's upper arm, Eric pulled the sliding door of the shower open. "In you go, my dear," he said, urging her into the tiled stall. "You're a mess. All sweaty, and with Frank's come running down your lovely thighs. You really must get cleaned up."
Diana looked at him uncertainly. She stood with her back to the shower head, her arms held protectively over her tits. What did Eric have in mind now? She heard the creak of metal as he adjusted the water behind her. Then he turned the water on full.
The stream of water struck her beaten buttcheeks with staggering force. And the water was boiling hot!
"Aiiiiieeeeee!" Diana jumped forward. Her tits smashed into the wall of the stall. Eric held the shower head, laughing like a fiend, keeping the scalding jet of water trained on his captive's agonized ass.
"Stop!" she howled, her voice ringing in the enclosed space. "Ahhhhhh! Let me goooooooo!"
As if on command the burning stream ceased.
Thankfully, she slumped to the floor of the shower stall. Her ass throbbed with a new and poignant pain.
Eric was in the stall with her, hands under her arms, raising her. "Up you came," he said. "Now you know what the shower game is. Isn't it fun?"
In the living room Mike managed to tear his face away from Yvonne's dinging cunt. "Are you all right?" he shouted. Strong fingers closed behind his head and forced his face back into the midst of the scarlet pussy-blossom.
"Forget about her!" Yvonne commanded. "I'm here, and that's all that counts. Eat my pussy!"
She thrust her hips forward. The pink petals of her cunt parted to enfold Mike's nose and mouth. His mouth filled with the succulent sauces of her pussy. The feel of her cuntlips was silken on his lips. Hot pussy juice ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest, even ran down his belly onto his dormant cock.
Mike was half-wild with fear for his wife's safety. But there was something about the black-haired woman with the slanted sapphire eyes. She exuded an irresistible sexual magic. Her pussy was soft paradise, and the honeys of her cunt were nectar on his tongue. Almost against his will, Mike opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out to caress the dripping, slippery lips of her cunt.
Her hands gripped his head eagerly. "Ahhhhh!" she sighed, as he began to eat her pussy with single minded passion.
Eric pushed Diana to stand between him and the shower head. She cringed away from the water outlet. Its jet of near-boiling water was like the breath of a dragon, and she didn't want to feel it caressing her nude flesh again.
Eric's arm snaked past her. "Noooooooo!" she screamed, as he turned the handle.
A stream of water hit her tits with a stinging force. Only this time the water leaping from the shower head was cold-ice cold. It struck her whip-marked tits and seemed to burn the way the hot water had seared her ass.
Diana shrieked and fell back against Eric. His prick fit into the furrow between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his pulse racing in his cock, transmitted through the sensitive meat of her rump.
"Isn't that better than the hot?" Eric asked in her ear. He rocked his hips, fucking his prick along her asscrack. "Well?"
This time he turned on the hot again. "Gaaaahhhhhhhh!" his victim howled. It felt as if her tits were being boiled!
But Eric was being careful to do nothing that would truly damage the prisoner. As he had told her, it wasn't often he had a playmate as breathtakingly beautiful as Diana Burden. He wanted all the use possible out of her.
But he knew how far he could go in torturing women without harming them. After all, he'd had lots of practice!
Diana's anguished shrieks assaulted Mike's ears. But still he could not control the desire that raged within him. Yvonne's slim fingers were crushing his face into the gaping mouth of her pussy. His tongue was flicking far up her cunt as his lips teased her frilly pussy lips.
"Diana!" he tried to cry out, as another scream echoed from the bathroom. "Oh, God, forgive me!"
His outcry was muffled by Yvonne's hungry cunt. The vibrations his voice set up in her pussy thrilled her clit like a buzzing dildo. Her pussy lips seemed to caress his face, and then her cunt seemed to suck his tongue deep into her pussy. Frothing cunt juice ran from both sides, of his mouth as he fucked her wantonly with his tongue.
In the shower stall, Eric slipped to a sitting position behind his captive. Diana was hunched over, holding her arms to her boobs. Her tits seemed to be on fire. Why couldn't he leave her alone!
Avid hands gripped her firm, slick thighs. Eric slid his legs between her widely-parted feet. Then he was tugging her backwards and down, toward the jutting spire of his rock-hard eleven-inch prick.
The prickhead poked into one of the doughy furred rolls of flesh that were Diana's pussy lips. Diana bit back a cry at the pain. It was like having him jab at her cunt with a poker.
The next probing thrust of his cock planted its tip squarely between the lacy inner curtains fringing her cunt hole.
"Oooooh," she moaned in involuntary pleasure, as the prickhead went into the mouth of her cunt. Despite the new and terrible torture Eric had inflicted on her, her pussy was still juicy and wet from fucking Frank and being pumped full of his slimy jism. And in spite of herself Diana was instantly horny again!
With a wild, lusting scream, Diana sat herself on the full tremendous length of her tormentor's cock. "Aggghh!" Eric coughed, as her slinky cunt sucked up his cock.
The head of Eric's cock seemed to rocket clear to Diana's tonsils. She gasped in awe. Her own husband's incredibly thick prick stretched the flexible walls of her cunt outwards so far that it seemed she'd burst apart with sheer joy. But Diana had never had a cock up her pussy that stretched her cunt-tunnel lengthwise the way Eric's did!
The captive's luscious, rounded ass fit neatly into Eric's lap, as neatly as her pussy fit around his prick. He moaned excitedly. The silky feel of Diana's lovely butt on his crotch and thighs was almost as much of a turn-on as the demanding snugness of her pussy on his cock!
He reached his arms forward and cupped her tits with his spidery hands. Despite the rawness of her abused tits Diana tossed her head in delight at the contact. His palms crushed her nipples back into the big cushions of her tits, and pleasure went sparkling though her tits.
He put his feet on the floor of the shower stall and drove upward mightily with his hips. A fraction of an inch more of his unbelievable prick slid up her cunt. "Wow," the prisoner breathed. "What a cock!"
Eric tilted his hips backward to draw his prick out of his captive's pussy. Cunt juice ran down the shaft of his cock and puddled around his dangling ball sac. In unison with his motion, Diana lifted herself, to give her pussy still more friction from that fabulous prick.
Then they were fucking hard and fast, grunting like animals. Diana pumped her hips up and down, impaling herself on the lengthy prick as though she couldn't get enough of it. His hands furiously massaged her glorious tits, and the pain from her whipped tits now only added an edge to her enjoyment of their wet and wild fucking!
Her pussy gobbled his prick with slurping noises, slobbering cunt juice in torrents. Every time she fucked her needy cunt to the base of her captor's cock, the shapely cheeks of her butt slapped his thighs. Her cunt bush and the hair around his prick were soaked with ripe smelling pussy oils.
Diana felt orgasm bearing down on her like a locomotive. Eric was fucking her with short sharp strokes, driving her crazy. She had thought Frank the handyman's big cock felt good in her pussy. But it wasn't anything next to the joy of having Eric's almost foot-long spear of cock lancing into her cunt!
Eric was near to coming too. He could feel the tension in the woman's lovely body, could feel it in the way the educated muscles of her cunt rippled around his prick as though trying to tease a fountain of come from his taut ball sac. Diana Burden was beautiful, and the knowledge of the pain and humiliation he'd given her was delicious as the caress of her oily pussy on his prick.
But one thing more was needed to make his ecstasy complete.
He took his hands from her boobs. She raised her arms to pin them in place atop her jugs, but she moved too late. Still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy for all he was worth, Eric reached past his captive and turned on the water with a practiced, double flick of the wrists.
It was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. Water sprayed from the chromed nozzle. Hot water. Diana's jugs blazed once more with flaming agony.
But this time the water wasn't near the boiling point. Instead it was just barely beyond the point of pain.
Eric grabbed Diana's waist with both hands and fucked the screaming, twisting woman with renewed vigor.
Diana drew a shuddering breath between shrieks of agony. Eric crammed his cock deep in her cunt. Pleasure burst like a white light in her brain.
Water-soaked auburn hair hung down Diana's back like seaweed. The two naked bodies thrashed and splashed as the shower head pelted them with water. The prisoner thought she was about to go out of her mind.
The torment in her tits was excruciating. And yet the pleasure in her well-fucked pussy was as intense as she'd ever known. Eric was inflicting exquisite torture on her – and she was about to come!
Her captor felt passion coming to a boil within her body. He began wagging his hips with an almost vicious side tar side motion. His cock stirred inside her like a long, wooden spoon. Diana gasped as the prick pushed her pussy tunnel out of shape.
Her cunt was about to explode. Even as she felt she was about to die from the agony of the hot water streaming onto her naked boobs, Diana's body went up in a flash of orgasm.
"Eeeeeeeyahhhhhh!" she howled. Her body shot high in the air, squirming, frenziedly. Her asscheeks slid down the pole of his cock, and sucked a blast of come right up into her pussy.
Pain and pleasure waned in Diana's body and the outcome was ecstasy. Eric grunted and slobbered as he plunged his spewing cock up her pussy. Her cunt drank his jism and begged for more.
Even as the most earth-shattering climax of her life wracked her tormented body, Diana's soul despaired. Eric was torturing her, but now he was making her love it!
And that was the most subtle degradation of all.