Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Terry's mouth had been fire and ice. Estancia's mouth was unbelievable. She sucked the inner lips of Sally's pussy in, then ran her tongue up and down the cleft between them. Then, ever so slowly, it parted the lips. Pleasure flowed over Sally's whole body as the girl's tongue slipped into her cunt.

With Estancia's tongue fucking her lazily, Sally forgot about Ricky as completely as be had forgotten her when Estancia had been fucking him.

The girl also forgot about Freddie searching through the kindling box. She didn't notice when his footsteps crossed the floor to where Estancia lay on her side eating pussy. And Sally only murmured a wordless protest when Estancia tugged her along the floor away from the post, till she was stretched as far from it as her binding would permit.

At Fred's touch on her naked haunch, Estancia groped blindly with her hand. She accepted the long fat stick from her helper and waved him away.

The gringa had a beautiful ass, Estancia admitted to herself. And her cunt tasted like fine wine. But the dark-haired girl wasn't going to let anything interfere with her plans for her captive.

Estancia drew her tongue lingeringly out of Sally's cunt. It was coated in pungent oils. She'd licked it along the slash of Sally's pussy. The coral tongue-tip found the pearly button of the blonde's cit and touched off an explosion in her brain. Sally sighed as Estancia licked her swollen clit.

Then the brunette shoved the piece of kindling four inches deep into Sally's pussy.

Sally screamed like a cat. Her back arched as she tried to twist away. She tried to clamp her thighs shut but Estancia's head was between them. The Chicana thrust the stick in deeper.

Brutally, Estancia began fucking Sally with the chunk of kindling. It was fifteen inches long, an inch and a quarter thick, and covered along its length with knobby hard protrusions where branching twigs had been broken off.

Estancia could feel the exquisite pain in Sally's cunt as it violated her.

Squirming with wicked delight, she continued to lave the girl's clit-button.

Agony shot from Sally's crotch. The knobs on the stick were digging furrows in the walls of her cunt. And with every stroke Estancia rammed it home hard. It dug into Sally's womb each time.

Estancia began to corkscrew the stick in and out of the quivering pussy. It made an ugly, liquid noise like tearing silk. By the wall Ricky roared and tried to get up. Carlos bounded to his side and held him down.

"Oh Ricky!" shrieked Sally. "Oh Ricky, make them stop! It hurts, it's tearing me apart! Oh, it's ripping up my pussy! Help! Pleeeeaaaassse!"

Enthralled, Estancia watched the stick plunging in and out of the tender twat.

What a contrast the hard dead wood made to the warm, wet, living flesh that surrounded it. She wasn't doing any real damage-no blood was coming. That was good. She still didn't want to harm the merchandise. But she was causing pain, and that she enjoyed.

Turned on by the taste of cunt and pain, Estancia felt her own cunt begin to ooze. She began squirming her thighs together. She motioned urgently with her hands.

Fred, standing nearby licking his lips, dropped to his knees and undid his pants. He pulled them down over his hips. Never raising her mouth from Sally's tortured cunt, Estancia parted her luscious thighs. Fred bent forward, resting his weight on his fists, and stuck his cock in her.

Sighing delightedly, Estancia slowed down the pace with the stick. Now that the piece of kindling was well greased, she all but eased it in and out of Sally's cunt, so that it almost stopped hurting. Then she redoubled her attentions to Sally's clit.

Conflicting feelings tore at Sally's body. Estancia's skilled mouth was playing the sweetest music on her clit while the hard, sharp-knobbed stick stirred inside her cunt. She bit her lip and tossed her head. Her eyes were wide, and stared at the ceiling.

Of their own will, it seemed, Sally's hips began to move. It was happening again. While pain washed over her, pleasure began to fill Sally up. The aroma of her cunt cut through the scent of the burning firewood. Even the cruel stick was beginning to feel good at the same time it hurt.

Estancia was exhibiting her cruel artistry again. She was causing Sally agony at the same time she was driving her on towards climax. While her brother, Sally's lover, watched helplessly from the side of the room.

Sally came before Estancia did. The blonde was crying and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her ass flopped around like a fish out of water as lights went off behind her eyes. And still tearing sensations shot into her belly with each contraction of her spasming pussy.

Sally's climax of pleasure and pain sent Estancia into a delirium. Her own shuddering climax brought Fred off thunderously as well, though he was so turned on from watching Estancia rape Sally with the piece of wood that it didn't take much to bring him off.

The brunette rode her come to its fullest limit, then lay for a few delicious moments, still screwing her helpless captive with the stick. Fred pulled his slimy cock out and stood up. Estancia sighed and kissed Sally's flooded pussy one final time.

The thick stick came out with a sloshing sound. Sally's natural juices dripped from it Estancia pushed herself back and sat up "Okay, Fred," she said, eyeing her lovely prisoner's perfect young body. She began to lick the cunt-juiced soaked stick as if it were a lollipop, enjoying the flavor of Sally's snatch.

"It's time for the big event. Get the branding iron."

Sally threw herself away from the post, not noticing the ropes cutting into her wrists. Frantically, she tried to break free, to escape the hideous and obscene fate Estancia had in store for her. She fought to her feet and dug her heels in. Muscles tensed, she pulled and jerked on the binding ropes.

It did no good. She was bound tightly.

Estancia was on her feet at Sally's side, her naked body gleaming in the firelight. She grabbed Sally brutally by the tits, twisted, hung on. "I'm gonna cut you, sweetheart," she spat. "But I'm gonna burn you first. I'm gonna give you a whole lot to remember me by!"

Naked as the girls were, Fred padded to her side. He handed the brunette a long black iron rod. At the end was an iron cut-out in the shape of a five-pointed star.

Estancia let go of Sally's boobs to shake the instrument under her nose. "I got it at a flea market, just for you," Estancia said. "Aren't you pleased, gringa?

Where do you want it? The left ass cheek? The right one? Maybe both for good measure – and those little tits too?"

Sally's tear-streaked face twisted in terror. Estancia laughed at her and tossed the iron to Fred. "Here," she said. "Go set this on to warm up – you should like that. If you're a good boy, I'll even let you hold the bitch while I brand her."

Spent though it was from just coming up Estancia's cunt, Fred's cock stood instantly upright at this promise. He trotted off and stuck the iron into the roaring fire. His broad loose features had a look of sheer ecstasy.

Sally was still shaking her head and mouthing silent pleas. Estancia struck her viciously across the face. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled her down on all fours. "No need for you to be bored while we wait for the iron to heat," she hissed.

"Time for something new-Carla?"

The muscular Chicano came over. "Get out of your clothes," ordered Estancia.

"Then get that huge prod of yours up this little slut's shit-chute – without greasing it!"

In seconds Carlos had stripped off his clothes. His cock stood out from his crotch like a hairy flag pole. His strong hands grabbed Sally's round ass, got an unbreakable grip. He moved his hips till the cone-shaped head of his huge cock was right against the tightened asshole.