The sun beat down mercilessly on Diana's naked, spread-eagled body. "Please," she moaned, twisting in her bonds. "Let me go. My-my tits are getting sunburned."
Standing with her hands on her lush hips, next to the oddly-shaped frame to which her captive was bound, Yvonne shook her head and clucked with mock concern. "Poor baby," she said. "Such lovely tits you have. We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now, would we?"
She glanced over her shoulder, toward a corner of the motel. Traffic swished by on the highway beyond. Diana wanted to scream for help, but she knew very well no sound would carry above the sound of the fast-moving cars.
Yvonne's nipples were hard. "In just a minute," she said with a lascivious smile, "we'll have some shade for you."
A heavy smell hung in the hot, still air. Diana's eyes moved to her captor's crotch. Cunt juice dewed the tufted fur between her thighs, and a gleaming trail of pussy oil ran down the inside of one long leg. Yvonne and her brother had something mysterious in store for their beautiful prisoner, and the black-haired woman was obviously horny as hell at the very thought of it.
Diana had a feeling that, whatever it was, it was going to be extremely unpleasant for her.
"I'm sorry, Di, honey," her husband said. A heavy post had been driven into the bare earth behind the motel, and Mike Burden was chained to it. He'd strained against his fetters till the muscles of his thick arms had stood out in bold relief, to no avail. "I wish to God there was something I could do."
Diana looked at him. His blunt, square face was filled with concern and pain. He was blaming himself for all this, she knew. If he hadn't let Yvonne seduce him into fucking her tits, his new young wife would not have been put through the terrible indignities she'd undergone – and wouldn't be tied nude beneath the blazing desert sun, awaiting some new degradation or torture.
But Diana couldn't blame her husband. Not after the way she'd behaved.
When Yvonne had eaten her pussy, Diana had experienced a pleasure so intense she could barely believe it. She had responded eagerly, her tongue whipping Yvonne's cunt juice to a froth and setting off another orgasm in that moonwhite body within moments. Then she had come too from Yvonne energetically tonguefucking her pussy. Her strong thighs had locked around that ebony-haired head and she'd impaled her pussy on the woman's tongue as though it were a cock. Her pussy walls had caressed the cunt-probing, squeezing it like soft intimate fingers as Diana drank down Yvonne's pussy sauce.
That had been sheer delight. But then, when her own climaxes had subsided to a sweet afterglow, Yvonne had rolled off Diana and had her brother and Frank the handyman drag the naked prisoner, cunt juice drying on her face, out to the back and tie her to the wooden framework. Then they'd brought out Mike and chained him to the pole.
For the tenth time since being tied to it Diana wondered at the purpose of the frame. It had probably been built especially by the apish handyman – and not doubt expressly for whatever torment Eric and Yvonne had planned for their captive.
It was a big "X" made of boards, and then nailed to a platform so that it rested at an angle.
Diana had been tied to it by her wrists and ankles, so that her pussy was exposed, vulnerable for whatever sort of abuse was in store for it. To either side of the intersection of the arms of the "X" were little shelves like steps. There was also an extra arm to support her back, and a padded rest for her head. How considerate of them, she thought ironically.
The sunlight stung her tits and belly. She wondered why it hadn't occurred to her captors to shave her pussy so that it could feel the full effects of the burning sun as well. She damned well wasn't going to suggest it to them!