Max Sharkey - Kidnapped and raped

Judeth realized that the woman was ready to cum, so she rammed her tongue deep into Margaret's cunt. Her tongue sluiced in and out of Margaret's glistening pussy, licking, lapping and sucking rapidly, trying desperately to please the wanton bitch who was using her mouth so rudely.

Judeth's facial skin was chafed and sore from being rubbed raw by Margaret's curly cunt-hair. The sticky cunt-juice that dried on her cheeks felt like an obscene mask. Margaret kept twisting and turning, rubbing her pussy on the girl's raw face. The pain was agonizing, but she kept working to make Margaret cum – sucking and licking the woman's cunt. She concentrated her efforts on Margaret's sensitive clit, which was swollen and throbbed uncontrollably inside of Judeth's sucking mouth.

"Keep sucking!" Margaret gasped breathlessly. "I-I'm… aaaggghhh! I'm cumming!" The brutal woman raked her cunt across the girl's upturned face, rubbing her cunt-hair in her mouth, grinding her pussy into the girl's sucking lips. Pussy-juice oozed from her cunt, and ran down the Judeth's face, drenching her flesh with pussy-nectar.

Judeth was frightened out of her wits. She was caught in a nightmare of sexual depravity, and she could do nothing but obey the woman's lewd demands. She could only continue sucking Margaret's cunt until the woman was finished with her mouth.

It was crude and foul to be forced to suck Margaret's cunt. It was difficult to believe that she was actually sucking a woman's cunt. She had never expected to be placed in such a revolting situation. But, it was true. And, as much as she hated doing it, she kept up the frantic pace of cum-sucking in an effort to bring Margaret to a climax.

It didn't take long. Soon, Margaret accelerated her lewd, pumping movements. She was gasping loudly and grinding her cunt rapidly across Judeth's sucking mouth.

"Mmmppphhh! Aaahhh!" Margaret wailed. The depraved dark-haired witch suddenly stopped jerking her cunt over Judeth's face. She shuddered, her legs twitched convulsively, and she came. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned huskily as her muscles relaxed and she became enveloped in an all-consuming passionate orgasm. The woman's body went limp and she sat right down on Judeth's face, resting all of her weight on the helpless girl's mouth.

The woman's weight was crushing her, and she felt as though she would soon pass out. But, at that moment, Margaret stood up and walked, quickly and purposefully, to the far corner of the room. She returned a few seconds later, carrying a pair of steel handcuffs.

Judeth gasped and tried to crawl away as the woman approached, but she wasn't quick enough. The handcuffs clinked shut over her wrists. Then, without speaking, Margaret motioned the girl to crawl into the corner.

Judeth was too scared to protest. She made her way – on hands and knees – across the room.

Margaret lifted the girl by her bound wrists and slipped the chain of the handcuffs over a peg that protruded from the wall. Then, Margaret took a bull-whip from a wooden case and stepped forward. She leered into Judeth's eyes and spat into the girl's face. The woman's spit drooled down her cheek obscenely.

Judeth couldn't believe what was happening. She had done nothing wrong. She didn't deserve to be tortured anymore.

"Now, slut," Margaret hissed. "I think it would be nice to punish you with this big bullwhip. What do you, think about that?"

"B-but, why? I did what, you told me. Didn't I satisfy you?" she asked timidly. Tears were streaming from her eyes. Her face was a wreck, covered with dried cunt-juice and spit. When Judeth looked at the dreaded bull-whip, she almost fainted. The whip was about eight feet long, and the long, thick leather looked cruel and menacing. "Why, do you want to whip me? Why?"

Margaret sneered, spat into the helpless bound girl's face again, and spoke coldly. "I'm gonna whip you because I feel like whipping you. Isn't that a good enough reason, rich bitch?"

"I don't understand. I did what you wanted. I sucked your cunt and you came. Isn't that enough?"

Her reply was short and terse. "No, sucking my cunt is not enough. I enjoyed it, and you're right. I did cum. You did a real good job sucking my pussy. But, now I feel like whipping you. You're a rich little snob, and you should be punished. You've lived a life of leisure – up to now. But, that's all over. I like whipping helpless little teenage girls. Now, if you can fund me another helpless bitch to torture with my whip, then I'll leave you alone. But," she said as she glanced about the room, "there don't seem to be any substitutes handy around here. So, I guess I'll just have to use you as my whipping-girl for now."

"Nooo! Please, you can't!"

"Can't I? Watch me, bitch!" Margaret stepped back, unfurled the lengthy whip, cocked her arm and let loose. The whip cut through the air, making a sharp, whistling sound.

The ugly bull-whip lashed across Judeth's ripe young tits. She moaned in pain as the whip sent horrible slicing sensations through her body. She shuddered and writhed about helplessly in her bonds. There was no way that she could escape the biting whip which was so expertly wielded by her dark-haired tormentor. The whip fell on her tender tit-flesh again.

Judeth struggled hopelessly, turning this way and that in a vain attempt to escape the biting lash. It was no use. Margaret could whip her as hard and as long as she wanted. There was no escaping the cruel bull – whip.

Searing pain rushed through her entire body and she jerked about in her bonds. The handcuffs rubbed at the tender flesh on her wrists, chafing them raw.

She became resigned to her fate, and was prepared to die at the merciless hands of this sadistic woman. Unconsciousness overtook her suddenly, and she slumped against the concrete wall.

A sharp slap caused Judeth to awaken from her unconscious state. She shook her head to clear her dazed mind and stared into the angry face of her Aunt Mary. Judeth was visibly shocked at seeing her aunt, who glowered at her as she took a long pull on a cigarette.

"Wake up, Judeth," Aunt Mary hissed as she smacked her piteous niece across the cheek. "Wake up and look at me, you little brat. Look at your Aunt Mary one last time before you die, you little rich bitch!"

Judeth stared at her aunt. It was difficult to accept the truth – that her aunt was a participant in this wicked kidnapping. But, now Judeth was certain she managed to pull herself together. "Why?" she asked incredulously. "Why are you a part of this, Aunt Mary?"

Her aunt's nostrils flared and she spit out her terse reply. "I hate your father, Judeth. That's why I set up this whole kidnapping scheme. That's why you were taken from your car and brought here. I've owned this house for years, without anyone knowing. No doubt you noticed that the furniture and paintings are similar to those in my Crystal Point home?"

"Y-yes, I noticed, but at first I didn't make any connection," Judeth stammered.

Pointing her finger at Judeth, Aunt Mary's expression turned cold as she said angrily, "Your father killed my husband. They were business partners, and your father eliminated my husband so that he could take total control of their business. I was left, without a Goddamned penny of my own. So your father, the world-renowned Bratton Brathmeyer, out of the goodness of his heart, gave me the house on Crystal Point. I guess he figured I'd be content with that. I've been planning revenge for a long time, and when you came to stay at my home, I decided to have you kidnapped and held for ransom. So, my charming niece, that is how I am involved. And that is why you are being held by my friends."

"But what… what will you do with me now?" Judeth asked cautiously. Her heart was racing and sweat poured down her face and dripped onto her naked tits.