Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

The rope licked out and caressed her bare hip gently. She bit a cry off just in time. She looked at Anne for any sign of mercy, any hint of compassion. All she saw in that face was cold cruelty.

Her arms braced, Jacqui picked her other foot up off the floor. Her arms shook violently as she tried to steer it to the pedal. Her foot touched it. The pedal turned out from under it as she put her weight on.

Jacqui's foot slipped. She fell onto the metal upright. "Arrrggghhhh!" she cried as it stabbed brutally into her delicate cunt. Gasping with agony, she hoisted herself up and got her foot securely on the pedal. Her arms and legs taking her weight, she trembled and tried to keep from falling onto that vicious rod again.

"Now pedal," Anne commanded. The whip cracked against a snowy butt cheek. Jacqui shrieked at the new pain. "Pedal!"

Jacqui did. Her muscles creaked in protest, but she made her legs work. They ran the pedals around one full circuit. Bound as she was, she was unable to get the torturing steel out of her pussy.

The pedaling worked her cunt around the metal pole. The upright seemed to be tearing her pussy apart.

"Faster!" Incandescent agony blared along the crease of Jacqui's ass as the cheerleader slashed her with the rope. Her scream was piercing in the confines of the basement. Nausea surged in her stomach. But she pedaled faster.

Her knees pumped up and down. Her high, firm tits jogged to the rhythm of her cycling. Her ass cheeks churned and wobbled. And always that metal rod was throbbing painfully in her cunt!

To her horror, Jacqui found the strength ebbing from her joints. That sadistic slut! she thought. Anne had calculated this new torture well. The faster Jacqui pedaled, the faster she would weaken – and the more of that awful bar would thrust into her tender pussy!

She tried slackening her pace gradually, hoping it would escape notice. Anne landed three blows on her ass that she thought, through a haze of anguish, must have stripped the skin in tatters from her tormented ass. And worse, she lost ground. Still more of that loathsome hardness wracked the walls of her cunt!

Anne was laughing uproariously. She dropped the jumprope to skin her cheerleader's sweater off over her head, baring the magnificent melons of her jugs. The nipples were eagerly erect in the broad purple circles of her aureoles. Then she pulled the skirt down, recovered the rope, and began to whip the flagging captive with all her strength.

Her long black tresses flew and her boobs bounced like bags of oil as she laid the knotted rope-end on the cringing, nude flesh of her captive. Even as he sat cursing her, Martin Reinhard had to admit she was a splendid animal, beautiful, sensuous, and completely evil. Her succulent body gleamed with perspiration. Her lovely face was a mask of unnatural lust.

"Aiii! No! Owwwwaaah! Yahhh – stop! I'm pedaling – ghaaaa! – as fast as I can!" Jacqui shrieked and pleaded. Anne laughed like a maniac and whipped her all the harder, till her ass and thighs glowed with scarlet welts of pain. All the while the steel rod ground hideously inside her cunt. It was driving deeper with every turn of the pedals, now.

Jacqui's body throbbed with a million different pains. Her tits smarted from the abuse they'd received. Her ass seemed to be on fire from the cutting kiss of the jumprope. Her pussy was being invaded by an ever-increasing length of cold, heartless metal. Mid her thighs ached from the exertion need to keep her from collapsing onto the upright and having it tear into her delicate insides.

Tears flooded down her cheeks. Her chestnut hair hung lank beside her face. Her throat was raw from pleading, and the rope was burning her waist.

And still the unbearable torment continued!

At last the horrendous hail of blows ceased. She slumped forward, unable to keep pedaling. Pathetic sounds issued from her throat as her weak legs gave way and her body came down on the cycle's upright. "Stop," she sobbed. "Haven't you had enough? Get me off this thing before it kills me! Unngghhh!"

Anne stood before her, head to one side. "Doesn't it feel good, sweetheart?" she asked.

"No!" It was a ragged cry.

The sweaty, tense ass slipped lower. Jacqui gasped at the pain in her cunt. "That upright's stiffer than any prick – even Martin's. Don't you want it to fill that hot box of yours?"

"Ghaaa – no! It's tearing me apart! It'll kill me – don't you understand? It'll rip my insides to sheds. It's murder! Aaah! HELP ME!"

At Anne's side Chuck was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had finally taken off his shirt. His prick was at half-mast from watching the naked librarian's torture and degradation, but he had a worried look.

"She's right," he said above Jacqui's pitiful groans. "Those blackmail photos will cover a lot of things for us, but not murder…"

Anne tossed her gleaming hair petulantly. "All right," she said. "If you're going to be such a weakling, let her off that thing. But still," she went on, pushing the hair back out of her face, "she could have taken a lot more. And I don't want anything heavy to happen to her – yet."

Chuck was on his knees, untying the rope from the cycle frame. He stood when he'd finished and lifted the woman off. Her pussy came off the upright with a sucking noise. A dark smear covered the upper seven inches of the bar.

Jacqui was semiconscious. A wave of relief swept over her body as the steel hardness came out of her pussy. She welcomed the soft, supporting touch of the floor beneath her. She lay still, a mass of gradually easing aches, as Chuck undid the rough rope around her waist.

Almost immediately she felt a noose being slipped over her head. She opened her half-closed eyes as Anne straightened beside her. She found she was staring right up into the jet-black bush of the cheerleader's pussy.

The brunette smiled down between the twin peaks of her jugs. For the first time Jacqui got a good look at her youthful tormentor in her full naked splendor. And it was quite a sight.

The huge yet firm jugs Jacqui had seen before, and the fit young belly coming down to a narrow waist. But she hadn't really gotten a look at Anne's cunt before. The black triangle of coarse fur was shiny and surprisingly small. The cunt hair along the slit of her pussy was matted, sopping with cunt juice.

Anne let her prisoner look her over. Then she put hands on hips and rolled her hips. Her pussy opened up like a flower. A blast of rankness hit Jacqui full in the face. It brought her out of her mental fog like a whiff of smelling salts. Her stomach reeled.

It was her first exposure at close range to the damp, dank, overpowering stench of an aroused female twat. Anne's inner cunt lips were startlingly bright against the darkness of her pubic hair. A droplet of pussy sauce glittered between the pink flesh-flaps of her cunt.

Jacqui felt a slow tightening of the noose around her neck. Anne was pulling the rope, reeling her prisoner's face in towards her waiting cunt. Jacqui pulled back, then coughed as the rope choked her.

"Be a good girl now," Anne admonished, "and eat my little pussy. It's good for you, you know. A little lezzie action will broaden your horizons."

With her other hand she held up the damned jumprope. "It could also keep me from having to use this on your hide. You have such lovely, delicate skin – really you do. It'd be a pity to mar it any more." She tugged on the rope again.

Still Jacqui held back. The noose tightened on her neck again. Anne draped the jumprope across her shoulders. She shivered. Then she opened her mouth.

Anne writhed with delight as the captive woman kissed her wide-open cunt. Her pussy opened wider, and a torrent of heated oils gushed out over Jacqui's face. In her excitement she tugged on the leash holding the captive. Jacqui fell against her, grabbing at her legs for balance.