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Denise didn't want to openly admit it, but the thought had crossed her mind. If Wally went ahead and fucked her, he might be too tired to do anything else to her. As it was, he could beat and torture her as long as he wanted.

Wally began running his hand over Denise's whipped ass. In spite of herself, Denise found that she liked the feeling of the man's hand on her warmed flesh. His hands were cool and smooth, comforting her beaten fanny and calming her nerves.

She moaned aloud again when Wally crammed his hand into her crotch one more time. When he began flexing his fingers inside her liquid cunt, each knuckle seemed to rip and tear at her insides, his fingernails tearing at her entrails and making Denise feel as if she were slowly being destroyed as a human being.

This was total humiliation.

She was tied. She was beaten. She was helpless on the bed with a sadistic man capable of doing anything he wanted to with her.

Denise felt sweat break out on her forehead and form tiny little beads. She managed to keep from screaming in pain when Wally jammed something round and hard into her tortured pussy.

"How's that feel inside your slime pit, bitch?" he asked. Without even waiting for an answer, Wally rolled her over onto her back. In this position, Denise stared up at the man's dark face. It was obvious he was enjoying this entire scene.

Denise's shoulders began to hurt terribly. With her hands bound behind her back, she was bent into an unnatural position. Wally had picked up a roll of adhesive tape and was pulling off a long, white section of the strong, sticky tape.

"That toilet paper holder I rammed into your dirty cunt keeps slipping out. I figure this will hold it inside you where it belongs!"

Wally brutally spread Denise's legs one more time to expose her tormented snatch. He stuck one end of the tape across her bush, then trailed it along her pussy lips, making sure that the silver toilet roll holder had its spring compressed and jammed far up her cunt before continuing with his work. He spread her asscheeks and leaned into the adhesive tape to firmly stick it in place.

Denise effectively had her cunt and asshole sealed with the sticky white tape.

And the Goddamned spring-loaded toilet paper holder inside her twat tortured her every time she moved!

"Now, slut, see what else can be done with this lovely tape!" Wally tore off another section of tape almost a foot long. He spread Denise's legs even wider, then knelt between them, his knee driving hard into her compressed and taped pussylips.

Denise screamed out in pain. The holder inside her cunt felt like it was tearing her insides apart. With his knee on her pussy mound and gash, Denise was sure she was being permanently disfigured.

Wally didn't seem to even notice her agony. He began applying the tape across one of her tits so that the adhesive glued thinly down on one of her nipples. When the tape was firmly stuck to her boob, Wally leaned back and studied his handiwork.

"That looks really fine. Now…"

He ripped the tape off Denise's sensitive tit. It felt as if the delicate skin came off with the tape. As it ripped across her nipple, Denise was positive the man had permanently disfigured her. Excruciating tides of pain washed through her chest and expanded her tit with added blood. Her heart pumped wildly in reaction to the cruel treatment she was receiving from Wally.

He repeated the treatment with her other tit.

Both boobs seemed to bum, the nipples snapping erect with the blood from her pounding heart. Denise tried to still the erratic beat of her heart but failed. The man was too threatening, too dominant, for her to easily defeat him.

Pain and discomfort assaulted her body from all points. Her shoulders ached from being twisted in such an unnatural position. Her arms had gone to sleep from the circulation being cut off. Her tits seemed like forest fires had been set atop them. Her cunt tried to lubricate and water out the silver invader, but the adhesive tape that plugged her asshole and stuck to her pussy mound kept the toilet paper holder firmly inside her cunt, no matter how she twisted and turned.

"Please…" she begged, knowing it would do no good. If only she hadn't said all those things to insult the man when she had been so totally drunk!

"Please? Please? You failed to call me Master! And you were not spoken to first! Should I tape your mouth?"

Wally relished the sight of sheer tenor that flashed across Denise's finely boned features. He knew how much that idea horrified her. Even though they were isolated, as long as she could scream she might be able to get someone to come to her aid.

"No, I won't tape your mouth shut. I think I shall require you to suck my cock!"

Denise didn't know whether to cry or scream in terror. She had been brutalized, humiliated and tortured. If she could suck Wally off, he might let her go. And then again, she couldn't really tell what the man was likely to do.

Wally stood on the bed, towering over the bound woman, then stepped out of his trousers to reveal his hard-on. From that angle, his cock looked like a telephone pole to the tormented Denise. She shuddered just thinking about taking that dong into her mouth.

Wally dropped back to the bed, straddling Denise's flanks. He told her in a quiet, menacing voice, "If you try to bite my lovely prick, you'll wish you had never been born. Do you understand that you will do nothing but suck my cock?"

"Ye-Yes, Master!"

Wally edged forward, his cock, bouncing and jerking inches from the brunette's mouth.

"Go ahead! Suck on it, whore!"

Denise tried to raise her forehead and failed. She told the man, "I can't! You're too far away!"

Wally slapped her as he said, "Excuses! Always excuses from you pathetic sluts! Suck, damn you! Suck my cock!"

Denise tried to raise her head one more time. She managed to edge up on the pillow. This braced her to rise up a bit farther. Her agile pink tongue leaped out and barely flicked the tip of Wally's cock.

"Good, yew good!" he encouraged as he moved back a fraction of an inch. Getting to his quivering cock would be even harder for the bound and helpless Denise.

She struggled forward. Half-sitting, she licked out and managed to rake her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Wally smiled but did not move this time. Denise forced her body to respond in spite of all the horrible pain she felt. She finally succeeded in getting her ruby red lips around the purpled tip of Wally's prick.

When she felt the knob slide past her lips, she began to suck. This had the desired effect. It pulled his cock into her mouth. She didn't have to strain much more to take about half of his shaft into her dank, wet mouth.

Once trapped there, the cock was properly positioned for Denise to swirl her tongue around and around the fleshy rod. His cock seemed to expand under the treatment she was giving it, jerking and quivering inside her mouth as her tongue stroked the sensitive flap of skin just under the tip of the man's dick.

Wally groaned constantly in abject pleasure, enjoying the delicate, feathery touches of Denise's tongue on his dick. The man wanted to humiliate his bound captive, but he could also appreciate a good blow job.

Denise tasted the faint musky tang of an aroused man's cock. She tried to take more of the pillar of man meat into her mouth, but her body failed her. Muscles strained to the breaking point refused to respond to her command to forge ahead and take in more prick. She couldn't suck in a single millimeter more of Wally's dong.

The man seemed to notice this immediately.

"Why are you stopping, you stupid cunt? You spurn my huge cock! You laugh at my manhood!"

Wally pulled back so that Denise could not possibly reach his dong. She allowed her head to fall back to the bed, the strain across her shoulders relaxing immediately, but her body tensed again when she saw Wally pick up the coarse rope with which he had beaten her ass into a flaming expanse of red welts.