John McKeon - Abused again and again

Ginger gasped. No wonder Alice had been so vicious with the whip. She had looked at Ginger as a competitor. Biting back tears of frustration, Ginger turned and fled into the hall. Silently, she dashed to the corner. She felt angrier than she'd ever felt before. As soon as she saw where the hall ended, she knew she'd made a mistake choosing this direction. The hall ended at the same closet door that led to the secret room.

She stopped and turned around. J.D. walked around the corner and ambled down the hall toward her. He carded a leather strap in his right hand.

"Trying to go somewhere?"

Ginger looked desperately for a place to run, but she was trapped. She backed against the closet door.

"No!" she pleaded. "Don't whip me. I'll tell the police if you do. You lied to me. Roger lied to me. He's not even in jail. I saw him." She cowered against the door.

J.D. stopped, surprise lifting his features. "You know?" He hesitated, clearly confused about what to do with her now. Ginger saw his hesitation as a chance to dash past him, but he responded as soon as she started to move. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her like a child. He carried her to the closet door and pushed her into the hidden room.

He tied her wrists and ankles to the wall, spread-eagling her in an upright position.

"You may wish you never poked your nose in where it wasn't meant to be before this day is over," he said as he shut the door behind him.

When the door opened a few minutes later, Roger stepped inside. He looked at her angrily. "Bitch," he said. "You've really messed things up now. J.D. wants to kick you out." Roger crossed the room and slapped Ginger's face.

She couldn't believe the way Roger was turning on her. "You lied to me!" she protested. Her cheek stung. Tears streamed down her face.

"It doesn't matter. If you loved me the way you said you wouldn't be trying to get away. And now I'm not so sure I want you any more." He ran his hands down her body like he was inspecting a slave on the auction block. His fingers twisted her nipples and hefted her breasts. He parted her pussy lips and stabbed a finger deep inside.

Ginger flinched as his finger plunged into her cunt. "Don't," she pleaded, feeling her clit tingling despite her anger.

He slapped her tits. "What makes you think you're so special?" Using the palms of his hands, he slapped her breasts again, whipping them back and forth and making them dance and slap together until they were swollen with a perverse arousal.

Ginger pulled and struggled at the bonds around her wrists and ankles. She writhed and twisted under the cruel torture of his hands. She felt the blows beating her tits until they felt on fire with sensual excitement. As he continued slapping her flesh, she begged him to stop, hating herself for responding to his sadistic treatment.

"I'll stop when you get what's coming to you," he threatened. Using the fingers of his right hand, he stabbed upward into her pussy, punishing her cunt viciously.

Ginger screamed as his fingers tore between her pussy lips and stretched her tender flesh to the maximum. His thumb pressed into her clit, tantalizing the sensitive nubbin until she felt her cunt quivering frantically. She felt like her body was betraying her as her pussy sucked at his fingers, coaxing them to plunge in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip and turned her head away as he moved against her.

His cock throbbed between her thighs as he spread her pussy with both hands and positioned his bulging prick at her slit. She felt his cock head raping into her pussy. She tried to squirm away, but the bindings made escape impossible. His cock tore into her cunt like a rapier. She felt his cock burning through her pussy and arousing her into a seething mass of lusting flesh.

"How could you treat me this way?" She cried, feeling his fingers twisting and tearing at her breasts. But at the same time, she felt her thighs spreading and her pelvis twisting and grinding up to meet each cruel thrust of his cock.

Roger pulled his cock out of her pussy and resumed slapping her thighs. Whack! Whack! His palms left her flesh stinging and burning. She felt her pussy quivering and dripping with juices. He began whipping her stomach and cunt-mound. She felt his hands beating her body into a frenzied state of desire and punishment. Trying to dodge his blows was useless. His hands struck her every where.

He untied her legs and one of her hands, then tied both hands together so she could turn both sides to him. He used one of the leather straps to whip her buttocks. The leather hissed though the air. She felt it kissing across her ass, criss-crossing her tender flesh with red lines. He didn't stop until her ass and the backs of her thighs were covered with thin streaks.

When he untied her wrists again, she dropped to the floor. He prodded her with his foot until her legs were spread. He knelt between her thighs and dipped his head to her cunt. His tongue lapped into her slit. She felt her clit flaming to life. His tongue flicked over her quivering flesh until her nerves ached for release. "Fuck me," she begged. "Put your big cock inside me, Roger. I need you so bad!"

"I'll put my cock in you, but not where you want it." He lifted her legs until her thighs wrapped around his hips. Reaching under her, he spread her buttocks and stabbed his swollen cock into her crack. She felt his knob pressing against her asshole. And then she felt it plunge past her sphincter and tear into her ass with savage fury.

Ginger screamed and tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into her buttocks.

"I'm going to ream out your ass. Take that… and that!" His hips churned eagerly as his cock drove in and out of her ass. His cock head probed relentlessly at her insides. He pushed her knees back until they were stretched far apart. His fingers spread her pussy lips and dipped into her pink interior.

"Oh, that feels good," Ginger moaned as she relaxed and gave herself up to the feelings surging through her body. She felt his cock sawing back and forth between her buttocks and his fingers tantalizing and stroking her clit.

"Play with yourself," Roger ordered, moving his hands from her cunt to her tits. "Finger-fuck your pussy." He raked his fingers over her breasts, stretching and pulling them cruelly.

Ginger felt her face flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her hands to her pussy and began stroking her own flesh. She spread her lips and stroked into her slit, feeling her finger flicking aver her clit. She stabbed first two fingers and then three and then four fingers into her pussy, plunging her hand up and down like a cock.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself. Take your time. I want to see your fingers dripping with your cunt juices."

Suddenly Roger's cock exploded in climax and began spurting thick wads of cum into her ass. She felt his hot fluid filling her bowels and running back out around the sides of his cock and dripping in viscous gobs down her buttocks and back. "I'm commmiing!" he cried, his hips pumping frantically back and forth.

And then Ginger's climax ripped through her with unbelievable intensity. "Don't stop," she begged. "Fuck me harder, faster! Oh, it feels so good in my ass!" Her fingers tore at her pussy, raking and clawing at her flesh as her body convulsed in erotic spasms.

Their climaxes went on and on, twisting and churning their bodies together until they were both exhausted and drained. Roger's fingers dug into her buttocks as his cock drained the last of his semen into her ass. And when their fires finally cooled, they lay depleted, locked in each other's arms.

Ginger felt Roger's cock shriveling inside her ass until it slipped from her anus with a soft sucking sound. He rested his entire weight on her body as he breathed heavily. Finally he pushed himself away and sat up. "You're a good piece of ass. It's too bad I won't be seeing you anymore."