Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

"Siren," Faith explained as she pushed the button on the first canister. "Tear gas," she added as she pushed the button on the second.

Lisa clapped her hands over her ears as the siren blasted through her head. The noise was so loud and terrible that she wanted to curl up and hold her head forever. If she couldn't make the horrible pain go away she would have been just as glad to die. A moment later, her eyes started burning, and she clapped her hands to her face as her eyes turned red and filled with tears. She started coughing and she couldn't stop. She wondered if she'd been poisoned, if she was going to die.

"Now you have the rapist on the defensive," Faith said with a smile, fishing something else from her purse. "But just because he's blinded and in pain doesn't mean he isn't dangerous. Look what you can do with a simple set of keys."

Lisa was floundering around blindly in front of the elegant blonde. She wondered if she should just lie down and surrender, but she knew that if she ruined Faith's show she would just be punished worse. She cringed backward when someone unzipped her leather jacket. Then she screamed, in shock and heart rending agony, when Faith slammed the keys into her right tit.

Tearing pain and bruising agony filled up the liquid-soft mound of her tit, and she stumbled backward blindly, unable to see, feeling only the brutal agony of the punch Faith had dealt her.

"And never give up your advantage," Faith continued, smiling cruelly, advancing on her cringing blonde victim with slow, measured steps. "Look for your openings and take them."

Lisa knew another punch was coming, but she couldn't tell from where. When the keys, and Faith's fist slammed into the flat, soft plain of Lisa's stomach, the gorgeous little blonde crumpled forward. Before her knees could buckle, Faith hit her again, a jab to her left tit that drove her backward. Lisa grabbed her brutalized tits to assure herself that they were still intact.

"Now, if the rapist in question happens to be a dumb little blonde slut," Faith said, barely able to hide a giggle from her face, "you can always do this. It's a special variation on the old hip toss."

Lisa had barely dropped her hands from her aching tits when Faith closed her hands around them. Lisa screamed in sudden agony when Faith jerked forward on the full, round mounds of tit flesh. A moment later she felt the thrust of Faith's hip against her thighs, and Faith flipped her into the air.

"Ohhhhh!" Lisa shrieked. "Oh, no!"

The pain in her tits was unbelievable. Faith dragged her through the air by her handholds on Lisa's silky tit mounds. She flipped the helpless housewife completely over. When Lisa slammed into the dining room floor, she breathed a sigh of relief in spite of the shattering pain of impact. But a moment later, Faith jerked up on her tits again.

"So you want to rape me you worthless little slut?" the gorgeous young blonde bellowed, making Lisa arch her back and squirming hellish agony. "I'll teach you a lesson you're never going to forget, you dirty little bitch!"

Faith pulled Lisa's tits up and then smashed them back down, over and over again. The beaten blonde housewife moaned weakly in pain, her hands fluttering helplessly around those of her beautiful captor. Faith straddled the dildo she had strapped onto Lisa and slid her cunt down over it. Through still-blurry eyes, Lisa watched the girl jiggle and shake on top of the seven-inch rubber cock.

"You want to rape me?" Faith cooed cruelly, releasing her brutal holds on Lisa's tits and smoothing her soft palms down over the captive housewife's fevered flesh. "Rape me then. Come on, Lisa. Fuck that big cock inside me!"

Lisa's tits were on fire with pain and her body was aching with fatigue, but she knew that she had to do what the younger girl demanded. Faith was grinding her hips down in wide, wild circles atop the big cock, and she was humping her ass up and down so fast that Lisa's hips bounced off the hard floor. Still, Lisa tried to fuck Faith back, grasping the girl's hips with her hands and pumping her ass off the floor to meet the downward plunges of Faith's sweet pussy.

Faith pulled something from her purse, and Lisa moaned in sorrow and fear when she saw what it was. She moaned again, in expectation of more pain, when the evil young blonde circled both her full, battered tit with the leash of leather. But it wasn't until Faith started to pull it tight, melding Lisa's tits into one giant mound of sweetly delectable flesh, that the debased beauty started to whimper in pain. And it was only a few moments after that she began to coo in pleasure.

The pain was awful. Faith was turning her pair of tits into one, giant-nippled mound. She had pulled the strap of leather so tight that Lisa's tits were bulging at the ends. It was as though Lisa's tits had been turned around on her chest. Now the bases were narrow, the tips wide and filled with blood. But once again, the pain was starting to turn her on.

And the pain wasn't the only thing that was turning Lisa on. Looking up at Faith, the sexy young blonde realized that once again she was being abused and mastered by a woman younger than herself. She realized too that once more she was stripped and on display for everyone to see, while the person assaulting her was fully dressed. Everything that happened was designed, to make her feel worthless and whorish. The fullness of her degradation only turned the submissive housewife on more.

Faith was getting turned on, too. Lisa knew that even while she was still blinded by the tear gas. She could tell it by how throaty Faith's voice had become. She was even more certain when, a few moments later, she felt the slick drool of Faith's pussy cream running down from the sides of the big dildo to soak her hips and cunt fur.

Now that her eyes were starting to clear, Lisa could see more evidence of how hot Faith was getting. The elegant blonde's gray eyes were glazed and her face was flushed. She was jerking as she squirmed atop Lisa. Sudden moans and cries of passion escaped her moistly parted lips. She released the leather strap she had wound around Lisa's tits and grabbed at her own full, heaving tits, squeezing and pulling on them through the thin fabric of her expensive evening gown.

Lisa gasped with passion of her own at seeing the rise of lust in the other girl. There was something about the knowledge that she was turning on Faith so completely that started Lisa's cunt squirming and leaking. She jerked her ass more powerfully off the floor, twisting her hips in a wide circle that matched Faith's frenzied jerkings.

"Oh fuck me, you dirty little slut," Faith gasped. She reached down to grip Lisa's big, rolling tits, and Lisa reached up in return, smoothing her palms almost reverently over Faith's upthrust tits. "You filthy little Lisa. You slutty little Lisa. You're a whore, Lisa, do you know that?"

"Yes!" Lisa gasped back, her voice cracking as an orgasm flared to sudden, burning life inside her. "I'm a dirty slut. Such a dirty slut. You're so fucking beautiful…"

There was nothing touching Lisa's cunt, but that didn't seem to matter. She was stripped and on display, pleasuring another woman with a perverse sex act. She was in pain and in slavery. Those were the things that made her thrash and tremble with lust. A hard cock or wet mouth on her pussy would have just been an extra now.

She was cumming on a rumbling wave of pain and degradation. That was enough for her now.

"You're a cunt, Lisa," Faith rasped, her perfect model's face bathed in sweat and flushed with ecstasy. "You're a dog in heat, Lisa. Just a dirty little mutt."

Faith's orgasm seemed even more powerful than Lisa's. She swayed from side to side atop her beautiful slave until she almost fell off her. Faith's pussy gushed cunt cream, soaking Lisa's humping hips in a wash of sticky fuck-juice. It mixed with Lisa's cunt cream between her thighs, spread over her flat, trembling belly in a thin, sticky wave.