Jonathan Everest - The tortured tourists

Then his hands were under the band of her panties, and he gave the elastic a mighty jerk downward, pulling them from the area of her blonde-feathered genitals, and off her thighs. Another jerk, and he had them down past her calves, at her ankles. She stepped out of them, and her eyes were wide as he moved her rudely back onto the bed. Then he was spreading her legs, and his mouth found her opening blossom of flesh, as it split asunder.

He's eating me. I hope it ends these! What can he have planned? Oh! He certainly knows how to get at the heart of a cunt! He's licking and slurping at my little erection as though he's going to devour it! Oh-h-h! That tongue! It's pushing right into my hot pussy! What's he doing, now? Oh-h-h-h! He's biting at my cant lips with his teeth! Oh-h-h! It hurts so good! This is torture, all right, but I think I can stand it, of I can just hold on!

Then she felt the lips and tongue depart, and her hungry flesh lay there, exposed and throbbing with her need. Suddenly she felt the entrance of a hard intruder, as Gerault's rigid member penetrated her passage.

He's fucking me, now. I can stand that. Le Boeuf gave me one of Darla's pills this morning, and I can take whatever he dishes out. In fact, I think it feels good!

Then the meaty invader was pounding at her, and she felt the slap of his hairy bag on her buttocks and anus as he plunged repeatedly into her depths. She began to groan as the frictional contact of his loins rubbed her sensitivities excitedly. Then he was moving faster, and she felt his mouth on her breast. He sucked and nibbled at the delicate bud which formed excitedly under his teasing mouth. She felt herself going, and the thrilling plunge into oblivion was an ecstatic pleasure, until he started to bite her. As she felt the shuddering tremors start to spread from the center of her being, his teeth clamped down on her tender nipple, and she felt pain such as she'd never known before.

Then he was grabbing her buttocks with his pinching hands, clawing his nails into her soft flesh until she wanted to die from the agony. Her scream started deep in her throat, and rolled out loudly onto the afternoon air.

He reached up with one hand and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her sounds at the source. But the teeth didn't let up. They bit deeply into the sensitive flesh of the spongy nipple, and the shock traveled through her like an electric current.

Then he was speeding up his movements still more, and she felt the beginnings of his pulsing end.

He's coming in me, and I hurt so much that I can't come with him! God! He's a beast! I'm hanging high and dry, and I'm about to lose out while he fills my helpless cunt with his hot old cream. He's a bastard – worse than I imagined! And I thought Frenchmen were great lovers. Oh-h-h! Fuck me some more, and stop that biting!

But she was out of luck. Gerault was only out to relieve his animal lusts, and to make her miserable. She was furnishing the first payment on what he felt Fleming owed him for the double-cross!

Then Gerault was grabbing her buttocks tightly, pulling her to him, as he pumped his heated fluid into her in spasms. The flow was filling her, and she realized it, but she was dying for a release of her own. Then he rolled off her, and she felt the wet trail his member left across her thighs.

She looked up as his weight was lifted from her, and he got to his feet, and disappeared from her sight. She could see in the wall-mirror the results of his attack. Her left breast was streaked with blood, and the nipple was still bleeding slightly. The streak of white, stringy semen that trailed across her thigh from the pinkly wet slit of her opening was also visible.

She reached down and wiped it off, then smeared it onto the bed-linen in a far corner remote from her head. As she looked up to see what was going on, the gigantic figure of Le Boeuf filled her field of… vision.

He was stripped for action, and the hugeness of his member was all she could see. It was stretched to full length and seemed to be throbbing and pulsing as it stood there, extended from the blackness of his loins. Its own darkness seemed to threaten her, and yet she felt no real fear. It seemed large, but her hungry passage was unfulfilled, and anything that would fill her needs would gratify her, now.

Then heavy, large hands were grasping her buttocks, and she was rolled over onto her belly. The same large hands pulled at her soft skin, around the stomach area, and her butt rose in the air, until she felt the firm cheeks spread by searching fingers.

She turned her head, and looked into the wall-mirror. She could see the giant Moroccan poised over her, and his hands separating the cheeks of her ass. Then one of his handy disappeared under her, and she felt the fingers probing at her flowing crotch.

He's dipping his hand into my cunt, but only for the juice, she thought. What's he doing? Then she felt the wetness on the tight circle of her virgin anus. My God! Even Chuck hasn't fucked me there! My ass is too tight! That horrendous cock of his will split me in half!

Then she felt the head of his weapon press at the tight ring of her anus. Its heat and hardness seemed to tolerate no resistance. She felt her burning tissues part as the stiff invader pressed at the tender ring of flesh. A monstrously swelling sensation began to spread through her as his bulk slowly forced its way past the tight, puckered exit he was using as an entrance.

The aching pain of it was unbelievable. The force of the huge, meaty invader violated her with steady, brutal pressure. She was being spread open where she had never before been touched.

"Stop! Please stop! I can't stretch there like this! Fuck me right! You're killing me! Oh-h-h!" She was gasping with the agony of her fullness. Then she started to pass out. As her muscles automatically relaxed, the pain lessened, and she started to come to before completely losing consciousness. This made her tighten up her muscles, again, and the pain increased.

Oh! I've got to relax. It helps to relax, but I can't! Oh, God! There's no use begging. They're going to hurt us as much as they can! Ooh-h-h! He's fingering me. That helps. The way he's digging around in my sloppy cunt, helps take my mind off the pain. Oh! Not enough, thought. God! That hurts! He's pumping at me, now. It burns so! His finger's in my cant so deep, too. Oh! It's like being fucked with two pricks at once! If he wasn't so big it might feel good. Oh, if he only weren't so God awful big! Le Boeuf was thrusting at her hard, and she could feel the wet slap of his giant sac against her parted cheeks as he banged against her. It felt as if he must have torn up everything inside her. Then his arm, which was around her lower belly, shifted as he changed the position of his hand. In addition to the long finger which was sunk deep into her passage, another finger or thumb now was splashing in the soup of her flowing flesh to massage her throbbing bud. It felt so good that she started to move her hips. She was on her knees, and as she reacted to his stimulating fingers, the movement also gave added impetus to his unorthodox penetration.

Suddenly his size within her seemed to increase. It swelled and pulsed deep in her bowels.

He's coming in my ass. That hot cream is gooding my guts. It's like being fucked by a stud horse! Oh-h-h! I'm coming, too!

Then a red, shimmering curtain closed her off from the outside world as the big, black organ pumped its load into her body. Her flesh seemed to separate from her mind, melting into blobs of wet, hot, red meat that gleamed fluorescently in the blackness of space.

In a series of colorful explosions, she lost consciousness.

The return to the dungeon was different this time. Gerault had thrust her clothes at her – minus the torn bra and panties – and told her to dress. There was no time to clean up. He let her stop just long enough to urinate in the bidet, then pulled her off and forced her down the hall to the stairs.