C Holliday - Her animal act

Just as she did when she was sucking Jose, she forgot everything else. "Cut me loose!" she yelled, her words muffled by the cunt over her mouth. "Cut me loose!"

"Do it!" Faustina barked, lifting her mouth from Paula's puffy cunt only long enough to speak the two words, then going at her hungrily again.

One ankle came free, then the other. Paula threw her legs up beside her body so Faustina's wonderful tongue could reach even deeper into her spasming cunt. Then her wrists were cut free and she wrapped her arms around the moaning woman above her, her hands gripping her buttocks and holding her messy cunt tightly to her mouth.

In seconds both Paula and Faustina plunged into a shuddering simultaneous orgasm, each holding to the other, moaning and groaning out their bliss with their mouths still locked firmly to one another's juicy cunts.

When it was over, Paula lay weakly on the table, watching Faustina jump up as refreshed as if she'd just had a good night's sleep rather than a soul-sapping climax, as Paula had experienced.

With no show of affection at all, Faustina walked away from the table. "Take your girl friend back to her room and lock her in, Jose. We're through with her now. Hurry back. We'll need you shortly."

Jose, happy that Paula hadn't been hurt, nodded quickly and strode to the table. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, kissed her forehead, then took her from the room.

Faustina picked up the whip.

"The woman!" a voice called raggedly. "Whip the woman!"

"I'm sorry," Pico said. "The woman must not be marked. She is too valuable to us." He paused. "But the man is worthless… would you settle for him?"

"Whip him!"

"Stripe him good!"

"Kill him! At least whip him until he passes out!"

"Take the gag out of his mouth! Let us hear him!"

"You animals!" Ruth screamed, jerking at her bonds. "You blood-thirsty animals!"

Faustina strutted over to Ruth and slapped her viciously, jerking her head to the side and bringing a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

Her knees buckled and Ruth hung by the manacles attached to her wrists, shaking her head in horror, sobbing brokenly at their helplessness. The sharp edges of the iron bracelets dug brutally into her flesh. She struggled to her feet, painfully, weakly, totally beaten in body and spirit.

Standing on the box which he'd kicked from under Elliott's feet, holding Elliott's lower body away from him so he couldn't kick him, Pico untied the gag and jerked it from his mouth.

"You filthy swine!" Elliott spat, making fists as best he could. His hands were swollen and turning blue. He swung himself around to face the excited onlookers. "For God's sake! Don't just sit there! Get up off your tails and help us! Please… at least help my wife and daughter! I'm begging you!"

"Break his spirit! Whip him!"

Faustina cracked the whip for drill, making it explode the air just scant inches from Elliott's ear. Then she doubled the wicked instrument and stepped closer to him, smiling as she reached out and swatted his balls and cock with it.

"Ung!"

"That's it, gringo bastard! Grit your teeth!" she taunted.

"You bitch," he groaned. "God will punish you… if I don't get to you first!"

"You talk very brave for a man in your position," she smirked, whacking his nuts again, harder this time.

"Oomph!"

"Lash him! That's what we want to see!"

"And you will!" Faustina hissed, stepping back and readying her whip.

Taking careful aim, she swung the leather snake with all her might, making it pop loudly as she sent the tip biting into the nearest cheek of his tensed ass.

"Aargh!" Elliott screamed, his body jerking wildly as a long weal rose on his quivering buttock.

Faustina lashed him unmercifully then, throwing her whole body into each blow, raising welts on his back and down his chest and stomach, many of them oozing blood. He screamed until his voice was gone, then grunted and moaned as she kept raining blow after vicious blow on him. When she quit, he was drooling at the mouth and mumbling incoherently. She stepped up onto the box, wiped the sweat from her face, then reversed the whip and knocked him unconscious with the handle.

"Cut him down," she said, trembling from her strenuous labor as she went to sit down.

Using his switchblade, Pico cut Elliott loose, letting him fall to the floor with a thump, there to be temporarily forgotten now that they were finished with him. Stepping over his limp form, Pico took a key from his pocket and went to Ruth.

She was so weak she fell when he unlocked the final manacle and turned her loose. She looked up at him from the floor, feeling faint, not knowing what to expect after the terrible beating Faustina had given Elliott.

"Juan?" Pico called.

"One steak coming up," Juan called back, jumping to his feet and hurrying out the door. In less than a minute he reentered the room carrying a covered serving tray, giving it to Pico before he sat back down.

"Take your pants off and come over here, Jose."

Jose got up and shed his trousers, then walked over to where Pico stood over a cringing Ruth.

Pico lifted the lid from the tray and passed it under Ruth's nose.

Oh Lord, but it smells good! she thought, sniffing and making a too-late grab for the thick steak on the platter.

"Not so fast," Pick taunted, holding her away from it with his foot. "This steak may be a bit tough. It's been sitting for more than an hour in a warm oven."

"I don't care how tough it is!" Ruth wailed, trying to grab it as Pico held her barely out of reach. "Give it to me… give it to mee!"

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry," she moaned, nodding and gulping. "So hungry!"

A small bite from the tenderest part of the steak had been cut off already, just large enough to tantalize Ruth and make her all the more eager for the rest of the steak when she tasted it.

"It has been a long time since you've eaten, hasn't it, rubia?"

"It seems like a week! Please… let me have it!"

"It's only been three days," Pico said, picking up the bite of steak, watching Ruth's eyes as he brought it slowly to his mouth. Then, just as he got it to his lips, he let it drop.

It hit the floor and skidded, Ruth crawling after it, picking it eagerly off the dirty floor and popping it into her mouth. She whimpered as she chewed it up and gulped it down.

"Was it good?"

"Delicious!"

"Would you like the rest of this large, succulent steak?"

"Please… oh, please!"

"I'll give it to you… but first you have to suck Jose's cock."

"Oh, God," she moaned, staring at the long, black hose hanging between his legs.

"It won't hurt you, rubia. Your daughter sucks it willingly. She even likes to drink his semen."

"No," Ruth gasped. "Oh, no!"

"Yes. I'm afraid your daughter is a natural-born cocksucker. But it's your turn now. As soon as you bring the cum up from Jose's balls and swallow it down, I will give you the rest of this tender steak. Are you ready to begin?"

"Please. I've never done that… not even for my husband."

"Don't you want the steak?"

"Yes. I'm starving to death!"

"Well?"

Feeling nausea build in her stomach just thinking about it, Ruth nodded. "I'll do it."

"Somehow I knew you would," Pico said, taking her hand and helping her up. "Sit on the edge of the table, Jose. Spread your legs so our guests will have a good view."

When Jose sat on the table, Pico led Ruth to him and pushed her head down to his loins.

Tears of humiliation misting her eyes, Ruth braced herself by resting her arms on his thighs, then opened her mouth and took his limp prick quickly into her mouth. Shutting her eyes, she sucked and licked until his cock grew thick and firm. Then, thinking about the steak, she bobbed her head rapidly back and forth, sucking harshly to make him cum as soon as possible and get it over with. The wet slurps her mouth made as it raced up and down his shaft rang obscenely in her ears, but she kept it up, feeling his cock acutely as it began to twitch against her lapping tongue.