Cunt juice gushed from Yvonne's black-bearded pussy. Mike's open mouth took as much of it in as possible. His tongue was trapped in hot, pulsating cunt as the blue-eyed beauty came, howling with ecstasy.
The delta-shaped bush of Yvonne's cunt filled Mike's vision. Her palms were pressed over his ears as the woman ground her ripe pussy mound into his greedily gobbling face. But her hands didn't entirely shut out the sounds of his wife's piercing shrieks from the bathroom.
His cock was erect and stuck out from his crotch like a fleshy fireplug. But his heart sank within him. I've let her down, he thought dismally. Not only can't I help Diana, but here I am eating this bitch's pussy while my wife is screaming in pain!
The hearty musk of healthy, coming cunt filled his nostrils. His mouth was awash in Yvonne's succulent pussy oils. Much as he hated the tall, black-haired woman, he could not make himself stop sating her cunt like a starving man!
In the shower, Diana felt yet another organ surge through her pussy and through her body. The burst of pleasure made her tits seem to swell almost to the point of bursting. Her nipples seemed to be reaching out toward the stinging hot water that assaulted her.
Eric's sharp hipbones dug at her ass as he fucked her. His long prick throbbed like a firehose. Even in her pain and ecstasy Diana marveled at the amount of jism her captor was pumping into her ravenous pussy – especially after having a shot came up her violated asshole not very long ago!
The eleven inch prick gave a final twitch and seemed to die inside Diana's cunt. "Uhhhhhh!" she cried as her pussy closed around the limber prick, squirting cunt juice and jism into Eric's lap.
As the throes of her own orgasm died away Diana once more became aware of the hot water cascading onto her tits – painfully aware. "Ohhhhhh, ah!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. Her wet hair slapped Eric's face. He laughed.
Diana hung down to the tiles. The touch of the wet ceramic stung her whipped and burned tits.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked. She shuddered. His cock slipped out of her pussy. Cunt sauce and come slobbered after it, quickly becoming diluted in the water that swirled around his thighs.
He patted a bare asscheek that still glowed with the marks of his belt and Frank's thick rope.
"Don't touch me," Diana said in a muffled voice.
Her tormentor laughed and climbed to his feet. She felt his hand on her arm, urging her up. "Come on," he told her. She sat slumped over for a moment, tasting the pain that filled her ass and tits. Then she did as she was ordered to.
Water streamed from their naked bodies as Eric brought her into the bedroom. Diana looked over at the chair where, her husband sat to see Yvonne, stark naked and glowing with sated lust, turn away from him with her lips curved in a lewd and knowing smile. Diana's hazel eyes flicked to the wedge of the other woman's cunt hair. It was shiny and matted with the oils of her pussy. Pink pussy lips peeked coyly through the midnight-black pussy foliage.
Diana looked at Mike's face. His mouth and nose and chin were smeared with a telltale sheen of cunt sauces. Now Diana knew why Yvonne had that special gleam in her eyes.
Diana stared at her bleakly.
Yvonne gestured toward the bed with a graceful hand. "Why don't you two gentlemen stake her out on the bed? It's my turn to play games with her!"
Diana's blood turned to ice. The electrician's tape wrapped around her wrists was starting to lose its stick from the shower, but she still could not free her hand. Her eyes sent a mute plea to her husband as Eric and Frank seized her and dragged her to the bed.
They made her lie on her back. Water ran from her naked body, soaked into the yellow bedspread. Her tits rose and fell heavily as she took deep breaths and fried to control the panic welling up in her.
Eric sat by her side, looking thoughtfully down at her glorious, shining-wet nakedness, as Frank looked for something to tie her with. Finding nothing, the apish handyman turned with a snort of disgust and threw open Mike's suitcase, which was lying unfastened on the luggage stand.
He rummaged though Mike's belongings, tossing socks, underwear, and shirts around the room. Then he stared hard at something and snatched it out of the open suitcase.
It was a photo album, bound in red leather. "Hey, y'all look at this!" he called to his naked employers. "I found it lyin' open. It's got photographs of this bitch in it, sucking on some guy's dick!"
Yvonne and Eric crowded around to look, though Eric kept a watchful eye on the nude captive on the bed. "Well, I'll be damned," he said.
"That's definitely Mike's cock she's sucking," Yvonne announced, a little breathlessly.
Eric thumbed through the pages, whistling to himself. Prank looked at Diana. She felt herself blushing, the pink flush creeping from her toes to her tits and cheeks the color of a new dawn.
"Looks like you give good head, honey," the handyman said. His cock was climbing up from between his thighs as blood poured excitedly into it. "Maybe I'll just try myself a little of that!"
Yvonne looked up from the picture she was studying, of Diana standing naked with her back to the camera, framed against a turbulent and cloudy sky, giving the photographer a look of passion that promised a session of fucking that would dwarf the power of the coming storm. "You wait your turn, big boy," she commanded. "She's mine now!"
Frank shrugged and turned back to ransacking Mike's case. He found an electric shaver and electric alarm clock. "This'll do," he said, tearing off the cords. "We can get two more cords from the lamps – I can fix 'em up later on."
He pulled the cords off two table lamps. Yvonne stepped close to him so that an erect nipple prodded his brawny arm. She whispered in his ear. He nodded, smiled, and went out the front door, his cock bobbing before him.
Wondering what evil errand Yvonne had sent on the handyman on, Mike watched helplessly as Eric and his sister methodically tied Diana spread-eagled on the bed. From time, to time Yvonne would pause and caress his captive wife, run a finger down her flanks, squeeze the jut of a tit or tickle briefly at the shallow dome of Diana's belly. The prisoner flinched away front her touch as though her fingers were red-hot.
When Diana was securely tied, Eric and Yvonne sat down on the bed next to her. Eric stroked his sister's cheek with the back of his hand. He let the hand fall to cup a glorious tit. Mike could see a wine-colored nipple spring instantly erect between his fingers.
Almost casually Yvonne dropped her hand to the long limp cable of her brother's cock. Under the caress of her skilled, teasing fingers the cock, so recently spent inside Diana's pussy, started to harden once again.
Diana watched the pair, disgust almost overcoming her pain and fear. Brother and sister, fondling each other as fondly and intimately as lovers? The practiced way Yvonne jacked her brother off as he massaged her ripe, soft tit showed clearly the two were no strangers to incest. Even as Diana's eyebrows rose Eric leaned forward to kiss Yvonne's tit right on a swollen nipple.
Yvonne sighed happily, cradling her brother's head against her tit. Her fingers made a light circle around his cock, which was now standing straight up from his crotch. He nibbled gently at her nipple.
The door opened. Frank the handyman came in with another pair of handcuffs, with which he manacled Mike's legs to the chair. So far Mike had made no attempt to escape – how far could he get, naked and with his hands cuffed behind him? Nor could he hope to do much to save his tortured wife.
What fiendish torment did their captors have in mind for Diana now, if they took this kind of precaution?
In a moment he had his answer. Frank went out and came back immediately holding a black hibachi gingerly by the wooden handles. Its coals gave off a dull red glow, and even several feet away Mike could feel the heat.
Diana stared at him as he carried the hibachi to the side of the bed. Then he held up a pair of tongs and grinned hugely. She screamed. The coals were meant for her!
Her carefully-guarded self control shattered. Her body curved upwards into a flying buttress of naked white flesh as she fought to tear free of the electric cords that bound her wrists and ankles. Her voice was high and broken, like an animal in pain, shrieking wordlessly in hellish horror.
"No!" Mike gasped. "You can't – you wouldn't! You wouldn't."
Yvonne smiled at him. The patches of dark skin surrounding her nipple seemed to have widened, cupping the front of her boobs the way her brother's hand and mouth had a few moments before. Then she raised one of Mike's handkerchiefs and, with Eric's help, tied it over Diana's eyes.
"Help me!" the captive shrieked. "Mike – no, don't let them! God, they're going to brand me, they're going to burn me alive!"
Mike started to curse them, his baritone voice a bellowing roar like an angry tiger. Yvonne stood up, strode to him in three long, hip and tit-swinging strides, and stuffed a rolled pair of his own socks into his mouth. Frank taped his mouth over, muffling him with a crude but effective gag.
"Don't want you drowning out Diana's screams for mercy," Yvonne said. "They have such a sweet, musical sound." Mike glared poisonously at her.
Frank left the room a third time. He came back at once, and Mike stared blankly at him. He had a styrofoam bucket full of ice from the machine!
Mike had no idea what was going on as Frank, smirking, passed the ice bucket to Yvonne. She went back to the bed, sat at Diana's side, and picked up the tongs. With the tongs she took a cube from the bucket, studied it, then touched it to the captive's quivering, bare right boob!
Diana lay in blackness. Her bound limbs shivered uncontrollably. God, this is it, the worst nightmare possible, she thought. They're not only going to torture me – they're going to brand me, mutilate me, mark me for life! They'll burn every inch of skin from my boob, and when they're finished there they'll probably sear my pussy lips as a joke! She promised herself one thing. She would be brave. She'd cheat them of as much sadistic enjoyment as she could.
Then a red-hot coal touched the flesh of her right tit, and she went insane with agony.
Diana's voice rose in a series of shrill yapping cries like a dog struck by a car. Her body bucked on the bed and Mike could see the thin cords biting deeply into her as she struggled. Yvonne lifted the ice and looked at him with laughter dancing in her azure eyes.
He understood now why he'd been gagged. What their captors were doing was something he'd heard of before, from the days when fraternity hazing was still common. The intended victim was allowed to see hot coals or branding irons or whatever, then was blindfolded. With a person psychologically prepared for searing heat, the stinging bite of ice on bare skin felt exactly like the touch of a white-hot iron.
Yvonne and Eric were having their cake and eating it too. They were subjecting their beautiful captive to excruciating torture that was nine-tenths mental. That way Diana's faultless body would be unmarked for whatever other games they had in mind!
The captive was sobbing, shaking her head from side to side. The pain from her tit was actually less tearing than the knowledge that her once-perfect, snow white tit was permanently marked with a glaring red brand. "No," Diana moaned. "Nooooo!"
Yvonne shook melted water from the ice cube and touched it to the prisoner's other tit. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Diana howled. The bed shook with the fury of her struggles.
Muscles stood starkly on Diana's arms and legs as she put all her strength into a hopeless effort to tear free. She couldn't stand the kiss of the coal on her tits again. She couldn't!
Yvonne chose a fresh ice cube. This one she touched, ever so lightly, to one cherry-like, pain-stimulated nipple.
The effect was amazing. Diana's body shot so high in the air it appeared, for a split-second that she'd break free of her bonds. Then she fell, back onto the woman-shaped wet mark on the bedspread.
"Aiiiieeee!" Diana screamed.
Mike watched in anguish as Yvonne applied the ice cube to the other swollen nipple, with similar results. Even to incredibly sensitive tits, the touch of ice was normally no more than a discomfort. But Diana's captors had prepared their victim with the skill of Inquisitors.
What Diana's big tits were experiencing was the pain of being seared with a branding iron!
"My nipples!" Diana shrieked. "I'm ruined! Dear God, leave my titties alone!"
To her surprise she heard Yvonne murmur, "Certainly, dear." Horror numbed her. She'd made a dreadful error.
She knew what was coming next!
A slim finger daintily stroked down the slit of her pussy. Then Diana felt Yvonne slip two fingers into the portal of her cunt. "No," she whispered. "Not that – anything but that…"
The lips of her cunt were drawn apart. And then the most awful agony of Diana's life exploded in her pussy mouth as Yvonne thrust her "coal" against the gaping cunt!
Diana's ass shot off the bed, practically fucking her pussy onto the tongs and the ice cube they held. Yvonne's fingers came out of her cunt, but the black-haired woman gamely kept the ice in place, pressed into the slot of pink flesh at the top of the cunt-slash. To Diana it felt as if her clit was being charred to a nubbin!
"Ahhhh!" Yvonne cried hoarsely. She turned and threw the tongs to Frank. "You play with her. Down on the floor, brother dear – my pussy's so hungry for that giant cock of yours I can barely stand it!"
Obediently Eric sat down on the carpet. She scrambled into his lap, facing him, and sat down on his prick. So horny was she that she couldn't get her pussy around the inflated head of her brother's cock! After several false starts she grabbed Eric's cock with both hands and frantically stuffed it into her greedy cunt!
As Yvonne's pussy slid languidly down the hard pole of her brother's cock, Frank picked up the ice bucket and picked up an ice cube in the tongs. He put one knee on the bed and hiked himself up beside the naked, sobbing Diana. The bed bounced under his weight.
Diana moaned. My pussy, dear God, my pussy! she thought. The pain seemed to stream from bet cunt like a firestorm.
She was aware of cloth rustling and then something hard but yielding poked into her firmly-shut lips. She could neither look nor reach up to see what it was, but the familiar taste of cock in her mouth told her what had happened. Frank had climbed onto the bed and wanted her to suck his prick!
"Open your mouth, baby," he urged hoarsely. He held his giant cock in one hand while the other kept the ice cube ready. "You'll just love eatin' my nice big cock!"
Diana shook her head. Frank thrust the ice cube against her tit.
Her violent reaction raised his burly body into the air. She writhed beneath him, her abused tits pushing against his lean ass. "Better suck cock, honey, or I'll cook your titties good!"
Sobbing, Diana opened her mouth. Frank's cock entered it like a bus going into a garage. The head of the prick was swollen, vibrating with the red-haired handyman's lustful heartbeat. The flavor of cock was meaty and overpowering, cutting even through Diana's pain and horror.
The throbbing prick lay on Diana's tongue. Frank stroked her cheek with a hairy paw. "That's nice," he told his captive. "I can feel your spit just a soakin' into the bottom of my prick."
"Uggggggh," grunted Yvonne as she ground her ass into her brother's thighs. With the eleven-inch spear of his cock buried in her pussy, her white, naked body scarcely had room for breath. She felt so good she could hardly stand it!
Yvonne began to raise herself, spiraling her hips so that her juicy twat corkscrewed maddeningly around her brother's upright prick. Eric put his hands on the floor and threw his head back, moaning with delight as his sister's pussy lips traveled up his cockshaft, leaving a trail of glistening, aromatic cunt sauces.
"All right," the impassioned Yvonne heard Frank say, "now use your tongue, sweetheart. Make my big prick shoot come into your mouth!"
An instant later a blood-chilling scream filled the room.
"Oh, wow!" Yvonne murmured. She stroked her brother's flanks. With only the head of his long thin cock plugged into her cunt lips she swirled her hips in a wide circle, so that Eric's cock went around like a crank. Her pussy drooled cunt honey down the stalk of the awesome prick.
Mike Burden watched in agony as Diana wrapped her full lips around Frank's gigantic prick and sucked on the stiff cock in a ghastly parody of enjoyment. Prom the play of his wife's satin cheeks he could see that her agile tongue was going to work on the cock in her mouth with every bit of her skill. The thought of what the brutish handyman's cock must be feeling like made Mike's prick stir with involuntary interest. He knew how his wife sucked cock!
Frank moaned gutturally as hot, wet pleasure enfolded his cock. Diana's tongue was like a moist, soft serpent twining avidly around his swollen prick. As she began to tongue the joining of prickhead and shaft he felt his balls tighten, ready to unleash another stream of come into his victim's waiting mouth. The electrical cords cut into Diana's wrists and ankles. Her nude, sweat-covered body was one blaze of pain. She wondered desperately how badly she had been burned by her tormentors' hot coals.
She could feel pleasure tingling in the giant cock stuck in her tear-streaked face. She hated knowing how much pleasure she was giving Frank. But giving the handyman the blowjob of his life was a small price to pay to keep from having her abused tits caressed again with the glowing-hot coals!
With the wet paradise of Diana's eagerly-sucking mouth enfolding the end of his cock, Frank was in a heaven of carnal delights. Not for he first time, he savored the extra edge of delight at the knowledge he was tormenting and humiliating a haughty, beautiful young woman. It was the most intense joy imaginable.
But there was one thing more that could make it perfect…
Diana was almost beginning to enjoy slurping and lapping at Frank's cock. Her jaw muscles ached from being held wide apart by the mammoth prick that was now fucking slowly in and out of her mouth, a half-inch out, a half-inch back between her widely stretched lips. But the taste and feel of rock-hard male cock was something Diana had long since learned to love. Hell, she didn't have to look at the homely handyman; all she had to do was suck on his tremendous prick. Her pussy began to water with unwilling excitement.
Then it flashed into unbearable agony as Frank touched an ice cube to the dripping pussy lips.
Diana's body lurched from the bed. Frank's cock shot down the captive's throat. "Arrrrrgggghhhh!" she howled around the thick plug of cock sliding into her face. "RRRRmmmmmpppph!"
Diana took the outsized cock down her throat like a sword swallower. As her nose pressed into the coppery bush at the base of her tormentor's big prick, another scream and her gag-reflex combined to grip the cock in a fierce grip.
"Holy fuck!" Frank shouted, as a boiling blast of come was sucked right down his victim's pale arching throat.
Diana moaned as jism surged up her throat around the fat shaft of the cock in her face. She fell back, eyes streaming tears from the pain in her pussy. Frank came with her, hunching over to keep his cock thrust far into her upturned face.
The pumping prick filled her mouth with slimy come. Diana rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. The taste of Frank's come sickened her to the depths of her soul. He was coming in her mouth – after what he had done to her!
Eric's lust-fevered, eyes took in the sight of Diana writhing around with Frank's cock embedded in her face. He saw come bubble past Diana's lips around the throbbing, come-spewing prick. A white drop of jism ran down her cheek.
"Oof!" he said. His prick, half-engulfed by his sister's greedy cunt, quivered and spat jism.