Sally tossed her head in her sleep. Ugly visions chased each other across her sleep. She was dreaming. She was having nightmares.
Fitfully, she crumpled the pillow under her head. Half-awake, she tried to remember the dreams that had been troubling her. The worst was about her being kidnapped, carried off to a mountain cabin where she was humiliated and sexually abused. There were people in the dream – the two kidnappers, and the person behind it all. A lovely girl with the face and body of an angel and the heart of a fiend. Estancia. Ricky's sister.
But it was all a dream. Sally threw out one arm in a yawn.
Something stopped the arm in mid-air.
Surprised, Sally forced one eye open.
There was a rope tied around her wrist. It led off out of sight past her head.
Her eyes followed it. She saw she was lying on an old four-poster bed. The other end of the rope was tied securely to one of the posts. A quick experiment confirmed her horrified suspicion. The other arm was tied as well to the other post at the head of the bed.
She snapped fully awake. Her heart sank. She wasn't familiar with the bedroom, but the smell of wood smoke and the glimpse through the one window of a pine forest lit by the dying rays of the setting sun told her where she was.
In the cabin where Fred and Carlos had brought her.
For Estancia's revenge.
It hadn't been a dream after all. It had been real.
Sally Canavan rolled over on her face. The cool clean feeling of the sheets around her naked body mocked her. Her long slim legs moved freely under the covers. Sally wasn't encouraged. She knew better than that now. Estancia's only purpose was exacting an excruciating and humiliating revenge.
Hopelessly, heart-brokenly, Sally began to cry.
When the door of the bedroom opened Sally had stopped crying. She lay on her stomach in an apathetic stupor, her arms crossed above her head.
"Asleep?" came the familiar voice of Estancia Cruz. "Wake up now, babe. I got someone for you to meet."
Sally was unwilling to obey. But she had learned that it would be a mistake to try to disobey her captors. She rolled over and looked dully at the door.
Estancia stood there, dressed again in the clothes she had worn when she came to the cabin. Beside her stood another woman. She was taller than Estancia, with close-cropped auburn hair. Her face was pretty, though her jaw seemed a bit muscular to Sally.
"This here is Terry," Estancia said. "She's a good friend of mine. Terry, this is Sally. She's my guest for a few days." The short black-haired girl laughed at this. Terry's eyes roved over the curves of Sally's body where they were displayed in outline by the sheets. Her eyes were bright emerald green, and they glittered as though with a life of their own.
"The guys say little Sally gives pretty good head," Estancia continued. "That's on men, though. I haven't found out what she's like when she's got a cunt in her mouth instead of a cock."
Never taking her eyes from Sally, Terry ran her tongue over her full lips.
"I thought I'd bring you up here, get your, uh, expert opinion on that,"
Estancia said.
Smiling broadly, Terry crossed to the bedside. Sally shrank back. Terry caught her in an unexpectedly strong grip, drew Sally's lips to hers.
Sally tried to turn her head away. Strong but gentle hands took hold of her face, held her still as Terry's mouth crushed hers. The short-haired woman's strong tongue forced Sally's lips apart, drove between her teeth and probed the dark recesses of the girl's mouth.
When Terry broke off the soul-searing kiss and released the smaller girl, Sally fell back like a limp washrag. She turned her head away. But her body was heaving with reaction. Forbidden tinglings stirred in her loins.
Estancia was degrading her again both in obvious and subtle ways. She knew Terry was a lesbian. She knew Terry-with help, of course, from Estancia's two pet muscle-men-was going to ravish her, to force her to perform forbidden sex acts with another woman. But Terry was not just another hard-lipped dyke. In spite of herself, Sally was panting from just that kiss. The auburn-haired woman was an incredibly skilled lover.
Before this was finished, Sally knew, she would be enjoying her violation by Terry, actually being for more. And loathing herself all the while. And that was another part of Estancia's "punishment".
While the young blonde lay with her face to the wall, Terry was efficiently stripping off her clothes. Under her mannish outer clothes, she wore a surprisingly frilly pair of red lace panties and matching brassiere. Strands of cunt hair the color of red wine poked through the mesh of the panties stretched taut over her rich pussy mound. And her growing excitement was obvious from the way hardening nipples were pushing out the fabric of her bra.
Reaching behind, Terry undid her bra and let it fall. She had good fits. They were big, but floppier than Estancia's equally impressive boobs. Nipples the size and color of cherries jiggled at the end of each, standing out in a round patch of ruddy skin.
The huge jugs bobbled wildly as Terry stripped the red panties off down her firmly muscled legs. Sally was watching now, from the corner of her eye. She saw that the woman had pure white skin – not the paleness of sickness, but a healthy, glowing color like pure milk. She also saw that she was extremely muscular. A little too much so for real beauty, with big biceps. Nevertheless, Sally felt a twinge of admiration for the woman's vitality and animal-like good looks.
The wide bed bounced as Terry climbed up onto it. She twitched the sheets down to expose the gleaming length of Sally's desirable young body.
"Nice," she said, wetting her lips. "She's sooo young and firm – and that's the tastiest looking little twat I've seen in ages, honey-cunt. All covered with shiny gold down." Sally squirmed uncomfortably under her lusting gaze. The ropes were beginning to rub her wrists too much.
"And look at those thighs. Slender but juicy. And such a nice little tummy – and those delightful budding tits. I'd just love to get my mouth on you, honey!"
"Later, Terry," Estancia said, a bit testily. "Right now you're going to get her mouth on you."
"Sounds nice," agreed Terry, never taking her eyes from the younger girl's exposed body. Sally squeezed her thighs together. "Too bad," Terry said. "That little pussy of yours looks just like some kind of flower, pecking out through your bush like that… yummy! Well, first things first. I told Stancia I'd do what she wanted."
She ran her fingertips once down the blonde's vulnerable body, producing a shiver. Then she swung a powerful thigh over Sally's trim belly. She smiled down at her. "You ever sucked a woman before? Oh, you poor thing! What you've been missing! Well, you won't have to wait a moment longer…"
In the flash of an eye Terry was astride Sally's face. Sally was staring at point-blank range into the matted bush of Terry's cunt, while the ripe odor of aroused twat filled her nostrils, threatened to overpower her. Her body thrashed helplessly on the sheets.
Firm hands held her head. Sally `felt her face being pushed into the older woman's steaming bush.
Harsh, curly hair rasped her nose, then her cheeks. Her lips were crushed against her teeth. And overwhelming everything was the damp, pungent aroma of Terry's greedy pussy, filling Sally's being.
The girl became aware of something hot and slippery pressing against her lips.
Terry moaned softly and rolled her hips. The something splayed out, enfolded Sally's mouth in a slimy kiss. Oh. God! Sally thought. She's rubbing her wet pussy all over my mouth! The idea repelled her. The cunt smell made her head swim. The food Carlos had made her swallow the night before threatened to come back up.
Terry was rolling her hips this way and that and making noises like a cat. The open inner lips of her pussy roved over Sally's unwilling mouth. Love juices smeared the girl's face. Surprised, Sally realized Terry was making her avid cunt kiss her on the mouth as expertly as many people's mouths could.
The dyke shifted her grip, pulled Sally's head against her harder. The top of the oozing gash squeezed against Sally's upper lip as the springy cunt bun crushed into her nose. Frantically, she realized she couldn't breathe. She was going to be suffocated by Terry's horny cunt! In a desperate reflex she opened her mouth to suck in a deep, deep breath…
And instead sucked in a heady, sopping, squirming mouthful of pussy.
The tender lips of Terry's cunt felt like live creatures in Sally's surprised mouth. Terry gasped in ecstasy. Her head went back. She let all her weight onto Sally's face, shoving her head deep into the pillow.
Sally could breathe again. But try as she might, she could not rid her unwilling mouth of the cunt that filled it. Terry's ass churned as her passion grew. Sally's efforts to escape the fragrant mouthful were pleasuring her as much as the girl's efforts to eject Canoe' and Fred's cock had pleased them.
Sally moved her jaws. Terry gave a small scream and began to massage the blonde head. Strong fingers stroked the back of Sally's neck, soothing her, easing away the tension. At the. same time Terry's hot cunt lips were teasing her mouth, trying to urge the girl's tongue to come out and play. Thrills of sensation began to creep up and down Sally's spine.
After the initial incredible rush of rankness, the scent and taste of Terry's dripping cunt wasn't so bad. Not bad at all, Sally thought, as the cunt juices seeped into her open mouth. And the double set of pussy-lips kissing her felt good. It was all getting good. Sally was getting turned on. She'd known she would be. But she wasn't bothered by it any more.
Shyly, she stuck her tongue forward. It touched the delicate flesh of a cunt lip and Terry jumped as though stuck with a hot wire. A torrent of pussy sauces ran scathingly down her tongue, momentarily threatening to overwhelm her again.
But the feelings that made Sally's head reel now were nothing but pure pleasure. The oils from the lesbian's cunt made Sally think of the way fine brandy was supposed to taste.
Emboldened, Sally's tongue began to rove tortuously over Terry's sensitized cunt. Then it delved between the blood-gorged pussy lips into the brimming mystery of her cunt. "Oh godohgod! Jee4eeeezussss!" Terry howled. "Oh do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh, can you ever doooooit!"
The swollen node of Terry's clit was crushed agonizingly into Sally's upper jaw. Firecrackers of pleasure exploded in Terry's brain as Sally began to eat her pussy in earnest. It was unbelievable how good the blonde quim was. And to think she'd never had her sweet lips wrapped around pussy meat before! What a talent!
Sally's mind was a lewd blank. Nothing existed but the damp mat of cunt hair pushing into her face, the moist lips covering hers, the hot wetness of pussy that drew her questing tongue ever deeper into Terry's white belly.
Forgotten, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over her ample boobs, Estancia Cruz watched the passionate scene unfold. She wasn't angered or frustrated that the blonde bitch was beginning to really get off on lapping Terry's cunt. The gringa dyke could make a bronze statue eat her twat and make it enjoy it – if was a statue of a woman. No man had ever touched her sexually, and with her muscles and coordination none ever would. But Terry could touch the lesbian in any woman, no matter how well it was hidden, and make it rule her with raging lust. The way it was ruling Sally now.
It was because of this talent that Estancia had brought in the woman. After the frenzy of desire had died away the putty-faced puta who had seduced her brother would hate herself a little more.
But there was no point in letting Sally get too much pleasure out of the woman's honey-dripping pussy. It was the knowledge that she could that would humiliate her Estancia walked to the bed and laid a hand on Terry's muscular shoulder. She felt the muscles tensing with pleasure, felt the sweat of delightful exertion that filmed the woman's limbs.
"Terry," she said softly. "Hey, babe. You don't have to hang onto her any more.
Why don't you just roil over on your back, hey, get comfortable?"
The woman didn't seem to hear Estancia. Her green eyes were closed. Her whole body undulated with excitement. Estancia squeezed her shoulder again. "Terry," she murmured.
Abruptly Terry nodded her head. She let go of Sally's head and rolled off the girl's gobbling face. For a minute Sally's jaws worked on empty air in her frenzy. Then they stopped. She opened her eyes, making a small whining noise of disappointment.
Her pert and saucy lips were smeared with shiny cunt juices, and her chin was streaked with oils that had been whipped to a froth by her tongue-lashing. "Oh no," she whimpered. "No, I don't want to stop. It's too good."
"Don't worry, honey," purred Terry. "My pussy's still here, wide open and waiting for your lips. Just roll over and eat my dripping pussy all up!"
With a heave the girl turned over and crawled to the juncture of Terry's widely spread white thighs. The older woman was propped up against the wall, halfway sitting up. In her lust Sally forgot about the ropes pinioning her wrists.
Terry's firm ass was placed firmly on the one tied to the right bedpost. Sally had to roll onto her side to get her face buried back in that delightful wet snatch.
The ropes dug deeply into the pale flesh of Terry's thigh. "Ouch!" she said.
"Oh, you poor baby. Your wrists are getting raw. Here, just a minute." She pushed Sally gently away with a hand on the forehead. Then with a quick movement she raised herself and shifted. Sally got her arms untangled. The ropes were still crossed, but now her hands were comfortably around Terry's delectable moon-white asscheeks. The older woman's were over Sally's slender shoulders, flesh against cool flesh.
As she dug in again to the wonderful task…f gobbling Terry's cunt, Sally marveled at what was happening. Here I've got a woman's round ass in my hands, she thought, and I'm lapping her pussy for all I'm worth. And I'm just loving it! She's not even doing anything to me, and I'm almost about to come!
Sally swirled her tongue around and around in the morass of Terry's gaping cunt. Experimentally she sought the heat of the woman's hard, swollen clitoris.
Terry's cit was big, pushing shamelessly out of its covering hood of skin, so that in spite of her inexperience Sally had no trouble finding it. She punched at it with her tongue.
"Aaailiieeeeehhjthh!" screamed Terry, grabbing her big boobs and squashing them against her ribcage. "Oh God! I'm coooommmming!"
A sudden rush of oils flowed from the spasming pussy and flooded Sally's mouth.
She sucked it up as avidly as she had sucked up Ricky's seething white come, licking and sucking and greedily gobbling up every last bit of oily goodness.
Terry was bucking like a bronco in the throes of her come, while Sally clawed into her joggling ass and the ate pussy furiously.
The dyke soared upwards on wings of pleasure. But even when she came back to earth Sally did not let up the assault on her clit. The blonde girl could feel waves of pleasure crashing out from the steaming snatch and driving Terry mad with delight. And pleasing the woman was pleasing Sally.
She had her knees under her now. Her naked ass waved in the cool air of the room. Cunt juice glittered in the tangled strands of her bush, and silvered the downward-peeking lips of her pussy. Her excitement was so great that rivulets of aromatic pussy sauce ran down her slim thighs and stained the crumpled sheets.
Sally was completely under Terry's spell. Nothing mattered to her now but eating cunt. And she was about to come off by herself, if Estancia was any judge. And she was.
It was time for phase two.
The raven-haired Chicana looked at the doorway. Her two accomplices stood crowded together there, goggling at the erotic spectacle. Carlos' trousers were bulging fit to burst, and Fred was massaging his crotch and rolling his eyes.
"Hey there, Federico," hissed Estancia. "How about you get in on the act, eh?"
Carlos looked disappointed. Eagerly Fred skinned out of his trousers and underpants. His skinny prick stood at stiff attention under his paunch. He started to drop the discarded garments on the wood floor.
"No – not yet," whispered Estancia. "Don't you want to get your belt? Have some real fun, no? The kind you dig on so much?"
An evil light came on in the blond man's pig eyes. His lips trembled in anticipation as he threaded the belt out of the loops and let the trousers drop. He held the leather strap loosely, looked questioningly at Estancia.
Reading his mind, she shook her head. "No, don't use the buckle. We don't wanna mark her up too much – yet. Comprendes?"
Fred shrugged, then nodded. Taking the massive brass buckle in his beefy hand, he wrapped the belt once around his paw and started forward.
His eyes were fixed on the upturned half-moons of Sally Canavan's ass. Neither woman saw or felt him approach. Terry's eyes were screwed shut again and Sally was hopelessly lost in the sweet depths of her cunt.
Fred's breath was coming in great ragged gasps when he stopped beside the bed.
His heart was pounding so hard it seemed the others in the room would hear it.
That soft, naked vulnerable, sweetly rounded white ass held an irresistible fascination for him. He gazed on it as though it were something holy, while he tested the heft of the belt and prepared to worship it in his own special way.
Oblivious to him, Sally devoured Terry's cunt. She wrapped her lips around the sensitive jewel of the clit and sucked while her tongue teased its very tip.
Terry sighed and writhed and rushed towards another orgasm. One hand stroked Sally's blonde hair while the other played with a nipple. Terry rolled the inflated nubbin around and around between her fingers, thrilling to the sensation, pinching, squeezing, pressing the nipple into the doughlike flesh of her mighty jug.
A big fat drop of cunt oil welled from the cleft of Sally's cunt and rolled, glistening, down the inside of her thigh.
Fred's body shuddered at the sight He groaned and raised his belt, taking careful aim.
A resounding crack! like a gunshot shattered the air. Sally jumped and screamed, full-throated, straight into the other woman's pussy. Even muffled by cunt the shriek was piercing and pain-shot.
The vibrations the scream caused in Terry's pussy were unbelievable. She arched her back as a fantastic orgasm pounded into her with sledgehammer force. Her hands clawed the back of Sally's neck while her strong thighs crushed the blonde head between them. Blinding light burned in her skull and sweet fire consumed her body. Her muscles shook with the fury of the spasms that hit her again and again as she came. Juice fountained from her cunt, pouring into Sally's open mouth and nostrils.
Eyes wild, Fred raised his arm for another strike. Crack! Slash! Crack! Whack!
The blows fell like stinging acid rain on Sally's tender asscheeks. Each fearsome cut of the thick leather belt left a fire-red mark across the globes of her butt. Each cut left a deep furrow in the soft nubile flesh, which turned quickly into a raised and puffy weal. And each slash of the belt was the worst pain Sally had ever felt in her life. Each was impossibly far worse than the last.
Sally was shrieking, her muffled cries mingling with the ecstatic groans from Fred and Terry – and the high, demonic laughter of Estancia Cruz, rising above everything. Terry was lost in the most incredible multiple orgasm of her life, hitting her like tidal waves pounding a seaside cliff. She could hear the vicious reports of the whipping Fred was giving Sally. Her heart went out to the sweet, so-talented blonde girl who was giving her so much pleasure. But she couldn't help Sally – she couldn't help herself. The girl's mouth, twisting and howling into her pussy as her convulsions drove her face ever deeper into Terry's red-furred quim had her completely out of control. And the knowledge of the pain stabbing into Sally's beautiful adolescent body at every impact of the sadist's belt was giving her every orgasm a sharper edge.
"Oh! Oooooooh!" she moaned. "It's okay! It's okay-hey-hey-aaaayyyy! Oh darling, oh baby, just hold on…ooooh! Ohgoooddd! Oh it'll… it'll be Eeeeet" Hopelessly the lesbian stroked her lover's head while Fred abused her ass with pounding brutality.
He moved so that he could lay cut after stinging cut into the tinder crack of Sally's ass so that the girl thought she would be torn in two. Then Fred shifted again. This time the leather tip of the belt lashed around the pale top of her thigh and bit like a scorpion's sting at her down-turned pussy mound.
Twice the hard leather cut between the lips of Sally's cunt, slashing like a razor into her consciousness.
It felt as though gasoline had been poured over her ass, her flowing pussy, and set alight. She twisted her mouth away from the caress of Terry's cunt and began to shriek, "Don't! Stop! Stoooo – oooopppp! Oh please ohpleas‚! I'll do anything, I'll… ooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhll!" Her voice rose to an incoherent, ear-shattering wail. Frothing cunt oils ran down her smooth cheek.
Estancia screamed with laughter. Her black hair streamed down her back as she threw her head back in delight. This was better than she ever imagined! Fred gobbling like a fucking turkey as he beat at the reddened rump, Terry so far gone in the wildest climax of her life she couldn't come down, and Sally going mad with the torture she couldn't stop! Estancia's voluptuous body shuddered as she came, her black-haired cunt spilling its honey into her pants.
Sally's voice was hoarse and her throat burned as much as her ass. Still she screamed, and still Terry clutched at her and rocked in the grip of ecstasy.
Again and again the belt came down.
Just when it seemed the torture would never stop, Fred gave a cry as terrible as Sally's incoherent pleadings. He lunged forward and thrust his cock at Sally's ass, rubbing it over the fiery welts. Unholy pleasure flowed through his veins. He called out again, and shot a bubbling load of come over the red and white patchwork of Sally's ass. It burned the raw skin like acid.
With a long gurgling sigh Fred sank to the floor. He lay there curled up, sobbing with passion.
Even as a last orgasm shook her, Terry sank down sobbing, cradling the hysterically weeping Sally in her arms, the blonde hair spilling over her boobs. "Oh honey," sobbed Terry. "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry.. I didn't know, I never know. I wouldn't have – oh God!" Sally clutched at her and cried.
Tenderly, Terry disengaged herself from the tangle of youthful limbs and rough rope. "Here," she said. "I'm going to do something for you. I don't care what Estancia says. I'll make it better for you honey, I really will." Sally lay with her face buried in the pillow while Terry slid down. Her tears bathed Sally's tortured ass as she kissed the puffed and bruised flesh.
Terry's tongue slid out, laying coolly over the burning buttocks. It dipped into the crack inflamed from the belt, and found the pucker of the asshole.
Delicately, it traced a wet line around her butthole, then teased it open.
Sally sighed as Terry began to rim her. She didn't even let herself think what was being done to her – an act that she never would have conceived, especially performed by another woman! Licking, sticking your tongue into someone's anus – it would have sickened her. Now all she thought of was the pleasure, as she tried to forget the pain it was replacing.
Long and lovingly Terry tongue-fucked Sally's ass. Then she drew her tongue out and ran it down the flesh between butthole and cunt, feeling delight well up from beneath her lips.
As she slid her tongue into the freshly-moistened cleft of Sally's cunt, she let her eyes slide back to see what was keeping Estancia from protesting. She hadn't told her much of what she planned for her young captive, but Terry knew that this wasn't part of the program.
But for once vengeance was the last thing on the lovely Chicana's mind. She was naked on the floor. And from the joy written all over her beautiful face it was clear she had nothing on her mind but the enormous pole of cock Carlos was shoving repeatedly into her cunt from behind. The satisfaction of her lust for revenge had wakened other lusts in her delectable loins.
Disgusting, Terry thought. Then she gave herself over completely to eating Sally's pussy.