Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

and grabbed my jaw. My vision blurred. My head filled with bright flashes as he snapped my jaw back in place.

The other two weren't done. They were still fucking back and forth at the same time. The drops of sweat on my forehead beaded and began to run into my eyes. I was bathed in the wet stench of fear and pain.

The man fucking my ass let go of my hair. I fell forward, crashing helplessly on the man under me. The man who'd just finished raping my mouth pulled my head back as it hung over the other's shoulder. He made sure the seated men in the audience could see the misery and account for every bit of pain that registered on it.

The black stud pounding my asshole began to speed up. He pulled and jerked at my tortured butt to be sure he could drive his prick clear to the hilt. He began to jerk up and down as he drove his rod in and out. His cock hit me from different angles, causing new cramps.

Then he was coming. I felt him unleash his jizz into my bowels. Like the first man to come, he only emptied half his load inside me. The rest was shot onto my backside. His cum dribbled from my loose asshole as he scooted around front.

I moaned as he jerked me up by the hair.

"No…" I managed before he filled my mouth with his shit-coated cock. The audience gasped its approval.

Puke welled up, only to be blocked by the

shrinking hard-on. I swallowed desperately and fought to control my stomach. I don't know how I did it, but I managed not to vomit. He kept his cock in my mouth until I'd washed it clean. Then he let go and moved away.

The black under me rolled us over. He moved so my head hung over the side of the stage. He jerked my legs up and began to hammer into my cunt with lightning-fast strokes. His prick drove deep. My stomach knotted with new cramps as he pulverized my insides. He was coming. Half of his jism poured into my raw cunt and half shot over my red beaver and my belly.

I was dragged to my feet. I held my tummy and swayed unsteadily. I lost my balance and doubled up in pain as they sold my services.

A middle-aged, English-speaking Mexican paid a handsome sum, and I was readied for him. The blacks who'd just fucked me forced my legs apart. I let out a blood-curdling scream as they snapped a vicious clamp over my cunt-petals. The tender, little flaps were almost crushed by the spring loaded snap. A dog's leash was attached to the clamp and handed to the man.

The audience gave a loud roar of approval as I was-led away. I made it out of the room before my legs gave put. I felt the clamp jerk on my inner labes as I fell. I couldn't help it. I struggled onto my hands and knees as the man kept tugging.

The leash ran up my split and between my two jiggling boobs. I crawled like a dog after my

master. I couldn't do anything but obey.

I tried, to plead for mercy, but it didn't do any good. My tongue was swollen. My jaw was stiff and my throat was raw. I couldn't make anything intelligent come out of my mouth. Every time I tried to speak, the man would laugh and pull harder on the leash.

My master led me, like a pet, to a special room. There was a cot and sawhorse in it. Both pieces of furniture were equipped with chains and cuffs. A guard brought a chair in as we entered.

As soon as the guard left, the man made me sit in the chair. The leash hung between my legs like a tail. He took the wrist and leg cuffs and fastened them to my limbs. The chair was a solid affair. It didn't move as I squirmed.

The man picked up a fly-swatter. My eyes widened in fear. The mesh end of the swatter waved like a fan for a few seconds. I felt a vicious jerk on my cunt-lips as he jerked the leash. The fly-swatter snapped down, catching the edge of my nipple.

I screamed!

The man was interested in punishing my knockers. He flicked the same bruised nipple over and over. He rubbed his crotch furiously for a second. Giggling in glee, he flicked me again and jerked on the leash.

Finally he stopped. I watched warily. My mind was on the verge of cracking as he slowly stripped. He was of medium height, his big beer-belly

covered with heavy black body hair. His cock wasn't very big. It waved arrogantly, stiff and drooling. He picked the fly-swatter up and cracked me across the ear with it.

The pain hummed through my head. I whimpered. I was beginning to understand what they'd meant when they said I'd go south-if I made it through the three days. The thought that I was just starting made my mind reel hopelessly. I didn't know how much of this I could stand before I lost my mind.

"Owww! Ooooh!" I wheezed as the handle of the swatter slapped my burning nipple.

The man stood by my side.

"Nibble on the head of my cock!" he growled.

I tried to ignore him. My neck sent bolts of protesting agony through me every time I moved my head. He jerked his hand. The leash snapped tight and my cunt-petals felt like they'd been pulled off. My head shot sideways.

I felt his streamer of cock-oil wet my chin and tits as I took the slime-covered, crimson fuck-stick between my lips. I didn't make any effort to bite hard. I knew without any question what the penalty for that would be. Pain fogged my mind as I ground my teeth lightly against his firm, cushiony pecker-tip.

At first he didn't hurt me as long as I gnawed on his hard-on. The minutes ticked by and he began to grow restless. It wasn't enough to humiliate me. It didn't seem enough to be my master. His thing was

inflicting pain. Pain was what he'd come here for. He could get a piece of ass anyplace.

He couldn't aim quite as well from where he was standing. Then, too, he was probably afraid I'd bite. The fly-swatter began to slap me. He didn't try for any of the real tender spots, like the edges of my nipples. It came down on my thigh, leaving its imprint in red. It snapped across my tummy. It struck my arms. It hit my shoulders. He was just keeping me on edge-sweating.

The more I tried to please him, the harder and faster his blows rained down. When I got wise to that and tried to slack off, he jerked on the leash and filled my cunt with fiery pain. The bastard was a real sadist.

He tired of my cock-nibbling. Unfastening the cuffs, he pulled me out of the chair and draped me over the back of it. My ass was at his mercy. He fastened my wrists and ankles again.

Before starting with the punishment, he checked my helpless cunt and asshole. His fingers slid in the slime-covered chutes and lingered there for a time. When he was satisfied with my condition, he picked up a ping-pong paddle. He stood in front of me and smacked the palm of his hand with it.

I couldn't help myself. I reacted the way he wanted me to. I cried. I pleaded for mercy. I promised him everything. It only made him more excited.

He disappeared from view. I stiffened with dread. He waited for several seconds. My belly

burned in fear. The light hair on the back of my neck tingled. I shook. The paddle smacked into my ass and the pain spread through me. He rubbed his cock against my tender flesh and slapped my other cheek.

The time stretched endlessly. It seemed more than an eternity. He turned my pale flesh into angry red welts from the ankles to my waist. Every inch of the skin on the back of my trembling legs and ass burned indescribably.

My temporary master giggled gleefully and tossed the paddle aside. He pinched the bottom of my ass, right next to the crack. I wailed hoarsely. His hard-on was bouncing. It was so stiff it actually bowed upward in the center. Its idiot eye bubbled and dripped trails of sparkling syrup. I felt it wet my burning ass-cheeks. He dipped his rod lower. It pressed against my asshole. He stepped on my cunt-leash. I felt my crippled pussy-flaps being pulled taut.

The cock drove into my slimy, used shit-chute. It would have taken two cocks his size to make one as big as the black dude who'd raped my asshole earlier.