The stink of cunt and come filled Sally's head. She choked. She dosed her eyes and tried to turn away.
"Lick me out!" ordered Estancia. "Get your tongue in my snatch!" Sally shook her head. Wet stuff smeared her mouth. A trickle of come ran down her chin.
Estancia yanked on Sally's long blonde hair. Tears came to the captive's clear blue eyes, but she kept her lips clamped lightly shut. "God damn you, you gringa whore!" shrieked Estancia. "Get it on! Get your mouth on my pussy and clean me out!"
When Sally continued to refuse, Estancia called out to her pet sadist. "Get over here, Fred," she said huskily. "Get your belt out. If this little bitch doesn't give my cunt the tongue-lashing of its life, take some skin off her floppy tits!"
Grinning moronically, Fred shambled up, pulling the belt from its loops. Sally rolled her eyes around and watched him come up beside her. "Make your choice, bitch!" snarled Estancia. "My cunt or the belt. Or do you just dive in gringa's muffs? Shall I tell Ricky all about you and Terry? How you wrapped your tongue around her ditty and made her scream for more? Better show him your stuff, or Freddy'll skin you!"
Cheeks burning, with shame and anger, Sally opened her mouth and began to eat cunt. As her lips parted, Estancia thrust her cunt-bun against her face the way she had with Ricky.
A hot rush of liquid filled Silly's mouth. She choked and sputtered. She felt gobs of come rolling around on her tongue as her lips worked and played with the lips of the Chicana's steaming pussy.
The hands tightened agonizingly in her hair. Estancia's breath came faster and faster. She was really turned on! Sally knew her humiliation was turning the brunette on as much as her tongue.
Her tongue probed into the channel of Estancia's cunt. Deeper and deeper it went, till Sally's jaws ached. Like a serpent it quested and poked, hunting for drops of Ricky's sweet come. Sally felt a small delight each time the beloved and familiar taste of her lover's sperm touched her taste buds.
Sally recoiled as something seemed to grab her tongue. Then she realized Estancia had clenched the wails of her cunt on it. What muscular control! she marveled. What it must be like for a man's cock to feel that! Again she felt hopelessly inferior. How could she compete with such a knowledgeable, nimble cunt?
The lining of Estancia's pussy tunnel was like fine silk. Her oils were flowing freely flow, filling Sally's throat and mouth as the blonde reamed out the furthest reaches of her pussy. At last Sally's tongue could find no more traces of come no matter how far it burrowed. Her sharp chin was thrust into the red and dripping slash, and her upper teeth were crushing Estancia's clitoris.
Sally could feel her quaking with pleasure. Now that the first waves of revulsion were gone, she found herself enjoying the taste and feel of Estancia's pussy. It was a truly wonderful pussy, Sally had to admit. Its texture was soft and seductive. It was as delicious as anything she had ever tasted. And the triangular tangle of black pubic hair that swam before her eyes covered a beautifully molded pussy mound tucked between flawless thighs.
Estancia Cruz' cunt was as totally lovely as the rest of her. Except her mind.
And it wasn't her mind that Sally was eating-out with growing fervor!
By the time Estancia shook and gasped with climax, her prisoner's own tasty pussy was moist with lust. The stinging as Estancia pulled on her hair in her throes of pleasure hardly bothered Sally. She was too totally caught up in the carnal delights of Estancia's hot, slippery pussy.
One sweet gush of oils wafted Sally to heaven as Estancia's pussy pulsed and came. The Chicana's olive asscheeks clamped together as she ground her twat against the blonde's eagerly caressing mouth. The delight from her entrapped cut felt like an eruption, and the slithering tongue up her cunt was sheer joy.
After an eternity Estancia let go of Sally's hair and stepped back. She regretted having to stop. "I was right," she said, almost tenderly. "You are damn good at sucking cunt. Too bad I wasted so much on Terry." Sally gazed up at her. She licked the last remnants of Estancia's pussy sauce off her lips.
"Now I do something for you," Estancia said. "Freddie! Get me apiece of kindling wood a foot long or so, about this big around." She held up her fingers in an "0" a bit over an inch wide.
Freddie looked as puzzled as Sally, but turned and did whit she told him to. He walked over to the fireplace and started rooting through a big box of kindling.
Estancia dropped to her knees beside Sally. Her body heat was oddly comforting to the slender girl. The Chicana put out one hand and stroked her cheek. Sally turned away, expecting a slap.
The blow never came. Instead Estancia petted her cheek a few more times, then let her hand fall to one budding breast. Expertly she began to knead the nipple, staring into the azure depths of Sally's eyes. Sally kept her expression neutral, though her pussy was crying out with lust.
When the little button of delicate flesh on the tip of Sally's pointy jug was hard and throbbing with life, Estancia moved her hand on down to cup her prisoner's downy cunt. A long-nailed finger dipped into the pussy. Sally tensed again, waiting for the hideous stab of the nail. It never came either. Instead Estancia finger-fucked her slowly, languorously, thrillingly.
"Do you want me?" Estancia asked, her voice low. "Do you Want me to eat your pussy?"
Stunned, Sally opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She nodded.
A gentle hand on her shoulder pushed Sally down onto her back. The hard floorboards were cool on her spine. The ropes tightened around her wrists as they slid down the post. She roiled onto her side, and the pressure eased.
Sally felt pools of black hair wash over her body. Lush lips slid down her flanks, across the mound of her belly. Hands pressed her thighs apart. Sally lifted one leg and rested it, foot on floor, knee cocked. Estancia put her magnificent head of hair between Sally's legs. Her eyes devoured the milky globes of the girl's ass.
Warm breath feathered over Sally's slash. Was it real! she asked herself. What could be behind this change in Estancia? It was her madness, no doubt. She must experience violent changes of personality, Sally decided. But she didn't think about it very carefully. Instead she relaxed and closed her eyes dreamily as Estancia's mouth closed on her pussy.
Terry's mouth had been fire and ice. Estancia's mouth was unbelievable. She sucked the inner lips of Sally's pussy in, then ran her tongue up and down the cleft between them. Then, ever so slowly, it parted the lips. Pleasure flowed over Sally's whole body as the girl's tongue slipped into her cunt.
With Estancia's tongue fucking her lazily, Sally forgot about Ricky as completely as be had forgotten her when Estancia had been fucking him.
The girl also forgot about Freddie searching through the kindling box. She didn't notice when his footsteps crossed the floor to where Estancia lay on her side eating pussy. And Sally only murmured a wordless protest when Estancia tugged her along the floor away from the post, till she was stretched as far from it as her binding would permit.
At Fred's touch on her naked haunch, Estancia groped blindly with her hand. She accepted the long fat stick from her helper and waved him away.
The gringa had a beautiful ass, Estancia admitted to herself. And her cunt tasted like fine wine. But the dark-haired girl wasn't going to let anything interfere with her plans for her captive.
Estancia drew her tongue lingeringly out of Sally's cunt. It was coated in pungent oils. She'd licked it along the slash of Sally's pussy. The coral tongue-tip found the pearly button of the blonde's cit and touched off an explosion in her brain. Sally sighed as Estancia licked her swollen clit.
Then the brunette shoved the piece of kindling four inches deep into Sally's pussy.
Sally screamed like a cat. Her back arched as she tried to twist away. She tried to clamp her thighs shut but Estancia's head was between them. The Chicana thrust the stick in deeper.
Brutally, Estancia began fucking Sally with the chunk of kindling. It was fifteen inches long, an inch and a quarter thick, and covered along its length with knobby hard protrusions where branching twigs had been broken off.
Estancia could feel the exquisite pain in Sally's cunt as it violated her.
Squirming with wicked delight, she continued to lave the girl's clit-button.
Agony shot from Sally's crotch. The knobs on the stick were digging furrows in the walls of her cunt. And with every stroke Estancia rammed it home hard. It dug into Sally's womb each time.
Estancia began to corkscrew the stick in and out of the quivering pussy. It made an ugly, liquid noise like tearing silk. By the wall Ricky roared and tried to get up. Carlos bounded to his side and held him down.
"Oh Ricky!" shrieked Sally. "Oh Ricky, make them stop! It hurts, it's tearing me apart! Oh, it's ripping up my pussy! Help! Pleeeeaaaassse!"
Enthralled, Estancia watched the stick plunging in and out of the tender twat.
What a contrast the hard dead wood made to the warm, wet, living flesh that surrounded it. She wasn't doing any real damage-no blood was coming. That was good. She still didn't want to harm the merchandise. But she was causing pain, and that she enjoyed.
Turned on by the taste of cunt and pain, Estancia felt her own cunt begin to ooze. She began squirming her thighs together. She motioned urgently with her hands.
Fred, standing nearby licking his lips, dropped to his knees and undid his pants. He pulled them down over his hips. Never raising her mouth from Sally's tortured cunt, Estancia parted her luscious thighs. Fred bent forward, resting his weight on his fists, and stuck his cock in her.
Sighing delightedly, Estancia slowed down the pace with the stick. Now that the piece of kindling was well greased, she all but eased it in and out of Sally's cunt, so that it almost stopped hurting. Then she redoubled her attentions to Sally's clit.
Conflicting feelings tore at Sally's body. Estancia's skilled mouth was playing the sweetest music on her clit while the hard, sharp-knobbed stick stirred inside her cunt. She bit her lip and tossed her head. Her eyes were wide, and stared at the ceiling.
Of their own will, it seemed, Sally's hips began to move. It was happening again. While pain washed over her, pleasure began to fill Sally up. The aroma of her cunt cut through the scent of the burning firewood. Even the cruel stick was beginning to feel good at the same time it hurt.
Estancia was exhibiting her cruel artistry again. She was causing Sally agony at the same time she was driving her on towards climax. While her brother, Sally's lover, watched helplessly from the side of the room.
Sally came before Estancia did. The blonde was crying and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her ass flopped around like a fish out of water as lights went off behind her eyes. And still tearing sensations shot into her belly with each contraction of her spasming pussy.
Sally's climax of pleasure and pain sent Estancia into a delirium. Her own shuddering climax brought Fred off thunderously as well, though he was so turned on from watching Estancia rape Sally with the piece of wood that it didn't take much to bring him off.
The brunette rode her come to its fullest limit, then lay for a few delicious moments, still screwing her helpless captive with the stick. Fred pulled his slimy cock out and stood up. Estancia sighed and kissed Sally's flooded pussy one final time.
The thick stick came out with a sloshing sound. Sally's natural juices dripped from it Estancia pushed herself back and sat up "Okay, Fred," she said, eyeing her lovely prisoner's perfect young body. She began to lick the cunt-juiced soaked stick as if it were a lollipop, enjoying the flavor of Sally's snatch.
"It's time for the big event. Get the branding iron."