Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

The fear of the unknown welled up. I began to shake with fright. I felt my arms being twisted behind my head. The minute they were securely hooked, I felt the bruising sting of a rubber hose on my ribs. It bruised the spot under my arms where my tits started. I jerked.

My whole chest filled with a sickening ache. He'd been right. I almost ripped my jugs off. He hit me again. This time I managed to keep from moving. He hit my unprotected back. He hit my

ass. He slapped the hose between my legs. He brought it down across my arms, my thighs and calves until my legs gave out and I was hanging by my knockers.

When he'd hurt me enough to give him a roaring hard-on, he pulled me to my feet and unscrewed the two vises. The last thing I remembered before passing out was his cock drooling against my burning back.

I couldn't have been out for more than a couple of minutes. I don't think he even cared. When I became aware of what had happened, I felt terrific, shooting pains in my groin. I was doing the splits. All of my weight was suspended on my outstretched legs. The only thing keeping me upright was a rope tied into what little hair had escaped the tight wrap on top of my head.

The man's stiff boner slid easily into my twat. I don't know whether he was lying on a cot or on the floor. But he filled my cunt and began pulling on my nearly dislocated thighs. I choked and screeched in agony. The sounds came out garbled and incoherent because of the rough ropes filling my mouth.

The man laughed happily and jerked down some more. He pinched my little cunt and jerked me up and down by it. He pinched my aching tits and twisted my sore nipples. I felt myself growing clammy again and almost passed out.

It felt like my insides were going to spill out at

any second. He made my body twitch, twist and bounce up and down. He made me suffer through a thousand hells before he was ready to really stick it to me.

I don't know how he had my legs tied or stretched. The man got out from under me and released the ropes. I spun by the few strands of hair still tied to the rope for a second and then crashed onto the floor. The relief was worth the bruising jolt as I hit. I ignored his maniacal laughter and forced my legs slowly back into their normal positions.

The man pounced on me then and fucked me in the missionary position. I felt him between my legs. I felt his heavy weight even though I couldn't see him. I heard his excited panting. His cock swam in my oversized twat. It slapped against the loose walls and bruised my sore cunt and cunt-lips. I'd never realized that such sadistic beasts existed.

The drooling cock roared back and forth. It slid the length of my split. It rubbed across my pee-hole. It sucked my twat-gaskets back and forth and slid against the nearly hairless pads on either side of my split. It hurt my clitoris and banged into my cervix.

The rough pounding of his hips slapping mine echoed inside my head. The regular jolting tattoo of my ass hammering against the floor jarred and grated on my nerves. The weight of his chest crushing my swollen, tender boobs wrang moan

after moan from my twisted, strained lips.

My face felt swollen, Part of it felt numb and part of it was on fire. The feeling was starting to come back into my arms and the pain was excruciating. Every thrust of his cock in my tortured cunt-hole sent sharp flashes through the crotch muscles which had been so severely strained. The man made sure it kept hurting. He jerked forward, trying to stretch my already elephant-size cunt. He bounced and rolled harder than ever on my jugs.

Each new shiver excited him more. Each new moan made him jerk harder. He'd do anything to drain another ounce of pain from my exhausted body.

He saved the cruelest for last. I was too weak to really do much of anything. He rolled over and pulled me on top.

"You fuck me, maggot. You wiggle your twat up and down on my big cock and make it come-or I make you do the splits again.

I tried to move my hips up and down. It hurt. I rested for a few seconds. He pinched one of my nipples in each hand and began to pull. My hips began to move. The pain in my jugs was far worse than the pain or tiredness in the rest of my body. I started grinding my ass up and down. I have no idea where I found the strength it was just there when I needed it.

At least he couldn't try and tear me apart with his

cock and he wasn't crushing me with his weight. The humiliation of helping to bring the rotten bastard pleasure seared through my soul. That was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. I didn't want his cock in my cunt. I didn't want to be fucked. It was even more degrading to fuck him.

My asshole popped and my box slurped as I rolled my hips up and down on his heated shaft. My nipples ached with unimaginable pain. My mind seemed to float free from my body. It was like looking at myself on a movie screen. I knew I couldn't really see anything because of the rope on my face. I thought I was losing my mind, but the image of my tormented body was there. I could see the bruises and rope-wrapped face, grinding tiredly away on top of my master.

I watched myself struggle to keep up the pace. I saw him pinch my nipples as new pain caroused through my abused flesh. I struggled to speed up, but couldn't. I was going as fast as I could. The man hurt me until my mind was spinning. Nothing he did brought more speed.

He gave up and rolled back over. He slammed me down and crashed on top of my abused body. He began to pulverize me with his hips. The bruising jolts rippled through me as his cock slammed in and out of my cunt. He hit bottom with lusty blows and bounced back. His cock came out of my hole. It slammed into my crack. It bruised my burning cunt-lips and raw clit. He

dragged it roughly down and ground through me again.

I didn't know he'd shot his wad until I felt his hot juice dribbling between my aching cunt and bottom. He got off me. Laughing happily, he began to jerk the cord off my face. Each twist of his arm brought whimpering squeals from my throat. It burned my flesh. It was worse than if he'd left it in place.

My head was on fire. My vision was still screwed up when he left. I knew the women still had their turn, and I wanted to die rather than face them. I struggled insanely to my feet and reeled around the room before collapsing to the floor again.

The door opened and a man came in. I felt his hands on my arms.

I recognized the gentler touch. I struggled until my eyes focused. It was Pedro. He didn't try to hurt me as he dragged me out. No one would have known that he wasn't though. I whimpered and moaned without being able to stop. I was in too much pain to do anything else.

Pedro dragged me down the hall and into a steam room. It had been ordered by the ladies; he told me. They wanted me cleaned up and perfumed for them. He warned me not get my hopes up. Their tortures were much more subtle.

The man lifted me into a warm whirlpool bath. He began to scrub me down. The pain and aching fire in my body eased under the swirling warmth

and his gentle fingers. I knew the man didn't care a hoot about me. He wouldn't ever chance anything that might get him in trouble, but at the moment no one was hurting me. My earlier blow-jab was paying off.

I felt him rub the fragrant soap aver my tits. He worked on my nipples for a few minutes, trying to get the swelling to go down. He worked on my belly and back. He washed all the filth from my cunt and ass. He wrapped my face in hot and cold towels to get the angry rope marks to disappear. Then he helped me out. He lifted me onto a table and got ready to give me a rub-down.

The man inserted a cordless, internal vibrator into my twat. He had me pinch my legs together as the soothing thrills worked their magic. He rubbed as much of the strain and agony from my shoulders and arms as he could. He got some of the kinks out of my neck and legs. He soothed my ass and back.