Val Marrick - Whipped niece

Danny reached out to pat her head. "I-I'm sorry about this, kid." She jerked her head away from his touch. "You were one of the best, believe me. But I simply can't turn down this kind of cash." He hefted the roll of bills in his hand.

She stared at him, coldly. If he expected sympathy, when he'd just sold her to God-only-knew what kind of sadistic murderer, he could go fuck himself!

But then, he'd more than likely go fuck the only too willing Wanda. And, watching the auburn haired teenager being tortured to death, the brunette would probably be the wildest fuck imaginable.

Danny turned away. The dark man was coming, carrying something. With Wanda helping, holding her skirt up around her thighs – her bare legs bluish-white in the star and lamplight – he set some dark, conical objects at intervals on the ground around the rim of the merry-go-round. When that was done, he stepped up onto the platform with her. It rocked slightly to his weight as he came to stand before her.

"It's the Fourth of July," he said plainly. Something long and thin, like an oversized pencil, was in his hand. "I thought you'd like some fireworks."

He scraped a match along the railing. Liz felt a stinging in her flank as the blue and white head blazed into life. He held the flame to the far tip of the long rod in his hand.

Instantly it sputtered into life, spraying a stream of dazzling gold sparks. "Here," he said, his teeth flashing a smile, and turned the rod so that the hot spray played over her, naked tits!

"AAAH!" Liz writhed, trying to escape the searing pain in her boobs. The droplets of flame that danced against her exposed boobs were not hot enough to damage her, but they were still hot enough to be unbearable sparks hissed against the pale titflesh, still hot from the touch of Wanda's whip, deflecting from her nipples. When the little sparks touched her sensitive nipple, pain lanced right through her full boobs.

"Oww! Oh, God, it hurts! Take it away!" Muscles stood out, on her neck as she struggled helplessly. The pain was terrible as the stream of sparks sprayed her jugs. "Uhh!"

The jet of sparks fizzled, then shot out to sting Liz's boobs with a half-dozen pinpricks of searing pain. Then the last of the powder was gone, and the end of the rod began to glow. Liz felt her head slump forward.

"Don't do it any more, please," she whispered. "I can't stand it!"

The dark man laughed and threw away the burning rod. "Oh, I won't," he assured her, unzipping his white jeans. With his dark skin and dark shirt, the light-colored jeans gave the ghostly impression of standing alone, unsupported in the starlight. "I've got something else in mind!"

He whipped out his cock. His prick wasn't as large as Jamie's, or as thick as Brad Dolby's, but it was rock-hard and throbbing with lust. He grabbed her by the chin, squeezed her cheeks so that her mouth popped open, and thrust his cock into her mouth.

"Unhh!" she said, as her mouth was filled with the taste and hardness of his cock.

"Ah, yeah, your mouth feels good on my cock, baby! Suck me good, and maybe I'll be nice."

Liz rolled her eyes. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to the prick jerking between her wet lips. She was willing to take any chance to escape more torture. She felt the veins in his rigid prick throbbing with passion as her tongue began to swirl around the wedge-shaped head of the cock.

"All right," the man called out, "let her rip!"

Liz, was concentrating on sucking the man's cock, afraid to think of anything else. She heard steps on the gravel by the merry-go-round, heard matches being scraped into life.

The night burst into flame.

Panicking, Liz glanced around. Fountains of multi-colored sparks burst skyward in torrents. They were much like the spark-stream the dark man had used to torture her tits, but much fuller and thicker. Liz's captors had set nearly a dozen spewing cone fireworks around the platform and lit three of them. The leaping jets of brilliant fire glinting in her eyes, Liz glanced around, forgetting completely the cock stuck in her mouth as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Then the platform started to turn.

"Mmm?" Liz tried to ask a question, and found the man feeding more of his cock into her mouth. She washed it absent-mindedly with her hot tongue, still wondering what was happening. The man's maniacal laugh roared over the hissing of the fire-fountains.

Then Liz's naked ass passed through the fire stream of one of the spewing cones.

"Mmmm! Nnnh!" Squeals of agony burst around the hot cock sliding inexorably between the girl's lips. The fiery blast of the cone had singed her bare butt the way the sparks from the hand-held sparkler had singed her tits. The stream from the cones seemed hotter, more concentrated, but before her tender skin could be seared, her ass was out of the geyser of fire.

Almost immediately her ass was in the blast of another cone. She felt the flashing sparks wash over one rounded butt cheek, then shoot for a brief, awful instant right up the furrow between her buttocks, searing her puckered asshole with a kiss of agony. Then the other mound of assflesh was bathed in the jet, and blessed cool air was soothing her singed rump.

The dark man grabbed handfuls of Liz's hair on either side of her head and enthusiastically pumped his cock in and out of her tear-streaked face. With her butt being periodically scorched by the miniature volcanoes, she wasn't exactly working at sucking the prick pistoning in and out of her mouth, but that didn't seem to matter. Her screams and agonized struggles seemed to be more than enough to make the sadist happy! She could feel the thrumming tension of his cock, knew that it was only a matter of time before he blew an overwhelming flood of jism down her gulping throat.

It was also only a matter of time before Liz went crazy from the pain. "Ngh! Ngahh!" she cried as her ass was once more tickled by the cone-shaped torches. She wanted to bite down on the sliding prick and share some of her agony with her tormentor, but somehow there was no strength in her jaws for anything but screaming.

The blazing light had begun to flicker. The night was reasserting itself, and Liz suddenly realized the fire-fountains were shrinking. Her ass felt a diminished upward shower of sparks, and then the cones died out. She breathed a sigh of relief; at least that was over, with!

Then three more cones began roaring, spewing sparks into the air.

Once more Liz went through hell. Her jaws ached from screaming, and from her mouth being held forcibly by the bar of hot cock thrust between them. But the ache in her jaws was nothing to the shrieking torment in her ass as her lush butt was held for brief, awful instants in the fiery breath of the cones.

It was diabolically clever. The short intervals of time that her ass was exposed to the sparks were not long enough for her lovely butt to be damaged or disfigured, only enough for the nerves in her sensitive rump to begin their shrill song of agony.

The second relay of fountains died. Liz had a few short seconds of reprieve before the last set flared up. "Unnnh!" she groaned as her ass was blasted by a fresh stream of hot flame.

The jerkings of the cook in her wet mouth had become more urgent. As she shrieked and squirmed, her mouth moved over the pistoning prick and filled the cock with exotic and wonderful sensations.

His face coated with sweat, the dark man looked down at his captive. Her lovely face, and her mouth so violently – if unwillingly – sucking his rigid cock, were obscured by a curtain of the girl's hair.

But her naked body was clearly visible. The twin hillocks of her lush butt were illuminated in silhouette, back lit by the awful glare of the fountains. Each time her rump was bathed from behind by the spark-streams, her screams and struggled increased dramatically.