Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Sally's voice was hoarse and her throat burned as much as her ass. Still she screamed, and still Terry clutched at her and rocked in the grip of ecstasy.

Again and again the belt came down.

Just when it seemed the torture would never stop, Fred gave a cry as terrible as Sally's incoherent pleadings. He lunged forward and thrust his cock at Sally's ass, rubbing it over the fiery welts. Unholy pleasure flowed through his veins. He called out again, and shot a bubbling load of come over the red and white patchwork of Sally's ass. It burned the raw skin like acid.

With a long gurgling sigh Fred sank to the floor. He lay there curled up, sobbing with passion.

Even as a last orgasm shook her, Terry sank down sobbing, cradling the hysterically weeping Sally in her arms, the blonde hair spilling over her boobs. "Oh honey," sobbed Terry. "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry.. I didn't know, I never know. I wouldn't have – oh God!" Sally clutched at her and cried.

Tenderly, Terry disengaged herself from the tangle of youthful limbs and rough rope. "Here," she said. "I'm going to do something for you. I don't care what Estancia says. I'll make it better for you honey, I really will." Sally lay with her face buried in the pillow while Terry slid down. Her tears bathed Sally's tortured ass as she kissed the puffed and bruised flesh.

Terry's tongue slid out, laying coolly over the burning buttocks. It dipped into the crack inflamed from the belt, and found the pucker of the asshole.

Delicately, it traced a wet line around her butthole, then teased it open.

Sally sighed as Terry began to rim her. She didn't even let herself think what was being done to her – an act that she never would have conceived, especially performed by another woman! Licking, sticking your tongue into someone's anus – it would have sickened her. Now all she thought of was the pleasure, as she tried to forget the pain it was replacing.

Long and lovingly Terry tongue-fucked Sally's ass. Then she drew her tongue out and ran it down the flesh between butthole and cunt, feeling delight well up from beneath her lips.

As she slid her tongue into the freshly-moistened cleft of Sally's cunt, she let her eyes slide back to see what was keeping Estancia from protesting. She hadn't told her much of what she planned for her young captive, but Terry knew that this wasn't part of the program.

But for once vengeance was the last thing on the lovely Chicana's mind. She was naked on the floor. And from the joy written all over her beautiful face it was clear she had nothing on her mind but the enormous pole of cock Carlos was shoving repeatedly into her cunt from behind. The satisfaction of her lust for revenge had wakened other lusts in her delectable loins.

Disgusting, Terry thought. Then she gave herself over completely to eating Sally's pussy.

In the early afternoon, Terry had left the cabin after exchanging a few frosty words with Estancia. She didn't like the way the little game had turned out.

There wasn't anything she could do, but she let it be known she wanted no part of it.

After she'd gone, Estancia had flown into a rage. She had been so preoccupied with getting fucked by Carlos with his big prick that she hadn't noticed Terry so skillfully eating Sally's cunt and soothing her.

Not that it was that important. But it wasn't in keeping with Estancia's revenge that Sally be given that kind of pleasure. Real, unalloyed pleasure with no strings attached.

After shrieking curses at her accomplices and giving Sally a stunning slap across the face, the dark-haired beauty stormed out of the cabin. A car door slammed violently. The engine of her Corvette roared into life. With an angry snarl and another pebble-scattering spin of the tires, the car shot off down the dirt road. It growled around the corner and the sound faded into distant silence.

Before leaving, Estancia had ordered the men to get some food into the prisoner so her strength would be up for that night. Estancia had big plans for Sally.

Rough hands had dragged Sally off the bed. Her hands were untied, but her ankles were tied with a piece of rope knotted around each, giving her just enough play so she could walk. From the way Fred grinned and slobbered over himself while tying her, the girl gathered it wasn't so much they believed she'd make a break for it – where would she go? – as to humiliate her that they hobbled her.

She was led into the kitchen and an apron was tied around her naked loins. It was embroidered with flowers and the words Something's Cooking. Fred and Carlos seemed to find it amusing.

While the two men sat at a table drinking beer, Sally listlessly cooked hamburgers for the three of them. Wild plans ran through her mind. She looked through the cabinets as much as she could without arousing suspicion, in hopes of finding roach power or something else she could dust the men's burgers with.

No luck. Even all the knives had been taken from the drawers.

Then again, she could probably spin and get one in the face with a pan full of boiling grease. But what the other one would do to her in revenge – and Estancia be damned – made her skin crawl even to think about.

"That's one hell of an ass the little slut's got," opined Fred, taking a swig from his Budweiser. "I think it looks real fine with that decoration. Kind of a checkerboard pattern, ain't it. Red and white." Fred took another hearty slug of beer, snorting at his own wit.

"I dunno, man," Carlos said, emptying his beer can and crumpling it effortlessly. "It's one fucking cute ass, and I'd really love to get my big old prick shoved up her asshole till there wasn't no more to give her, but-"

"Shit man, go right on ahead," Fred said generously.

With a pop, Carlos opened another beer. He shook his head. "No thanks," he said. "Didn't you hear Estancia? She's got something fancy planned for tonight.

She'll be much pissed if we don't save all our energy. And, shit, I'd just as soon save up for the party myself. Anyway, I kind of like her little butt the way it was – all soft and round, kind of a shiny, uh, well, ass-color."

Sally's cheeks burned red as they guffawed. Her knuckles whitened as her fist clenched on the handle of the spatula she was holding. The burgers sizzled in the pan, spitting and crackling. She made herself fight down the wail of despair rising in her throat. One fat tear appeared under a pain-filled blue eye, rolled down her cheek and dropped into the frying pan. It disappeared with a hiss.

Something popped loudly. A hot droplet of grease shot from the pan and spattered the tender inside of her right tit. She shrieked and leapt back, the tears coming freely now.

Both men started out of their chairs. They stopped when they realized what was happening, and Fred tittered. Crying, Sally dabbed at the little burn with the hem of the apron. Exposed, her pussy fur glinted yellow in the afternoon light.

Then she took the apron in both hands and buried her face in it, her small body shaking with her sobs. Carlos sat down heavily, but Fred straightened up. "Hey there, girlie," the big man said. "You better just get back to cooking. And God help you if you gone and burned them burgers. Your ass looks like you sat on a hot waffle iron as it is. What do you think it'll look like after I paddle it with that hot old skillet, huh?"

Sally gasped. Carlos spoke sharply, "Hey man, cool it. Estancia'd skin your prick with a can opener if you did a shithead thing like that. She wants the girl all pretty for tonight, not burned half to death."

"I was just joking," Fred said with a forced laugh. He sat down. The wooden chair creaked under his weight.

Wordlessly, eyes wet, Sally served up the hamburgers. She turned away without putting anything on the third plate on the table. "Hey there, honey," Fred said, pushing an empty chair out with his foot. "You sit down and eat your lunch. You want to have your strength to play with Stancia tonight, don't you?"