Unknown - Driving Daisy Crazy

Buster bounded by with his arms wrapped in serpentines of twisted leather twine, beads, chased silver, brass, amethyst, and jade. He raised his wrists above his face.

The belts dangled from his fists.

Strands of precious beads slinking, Dominique unwound the belt of Ixtab from Buster's left shoulder. She draped it diagonally through the center vale of her boobs.

Plopped a jade bead into her yip.

Lucrezia lofted the shining belt of Ixchel from Buster's outstretched hand.

Placed the bejeweled ornamentation of the buckle over her beaver pelt.

Pressed in rudely to nip her clit.

Dominique swung the cat-of-many-tailed garotte belt about her head. Pitched it in a wobbling arc through the air. Belladonna snatched it on her fingernails and brought it to her breast.

Lucrezia unsnared the rainbow cinch from her waist. Placed it at the base of Yancey's blazing pecker. Yancey ran the ridged leather up over his rippled belly. Probed his batlocks and prowler with his paws.

Brought the barrel of his doug in line with Christabel's jaws.

Paused.

Aimed his twanger at her maw.

Ooooohs.

Aaaaahs.

"Oila!"

"Gee," Christabel snarled.

"This is fun, so far. What's next?"

Belladonna stuck a reefer into the side of her yip and bit down on it.

Took a hit.

Stalked toward Christabel.

Sidled beside her.

Snapped the cindering stick from her yap.

Pressed the roach out on her tit.

"Shit!"

Fuming flesh.

Inflamed nipple.

Burning soul.

"You gotta do more than fuck for it, Christabel.

"Belladonna," Christabel said with astonishment.

"You set this whole fucking thing up, didn't you? You sent me off on a goosechase to Casanegra to make contact with these depraved motherfuckers. Supposedly in order to lead me to Florencita and Chivito-and the belt."

"No shit, Dick Tracy," Belladonna snickered.

"Then you fucked it around so that Chivito pulled a raid and-"

"Well, Christabel. After all the work I put into this caper. I must admit, however, that the research I did for you at the request of Doctor Sandor Kroughleigh first gave me the idea-the least! could do was put you onto the right trail-"

"You diverted me. Went straight to the source. Devil-damned cuntsucking fatherfucking muttrutbitch."

"Besides. I figured that if you were a good girl you might get a taste of the other famed lash from our friend Yancey."

Christabel pressed her tongue against her front teeth. She parted her lips.

Sent a stream of saliva through the air like a viper shooting venom.

Sputum glanced off Belladonna's eyeslits. Spittle sprinkled her nostrils.

Belladonna licked Christabel's spit from her lips.

Spat right back.

Smack in the yap.

"How do you like that?"

"Just give me the belt."

"Say, pretty please. Or else I'll just tease."

"I won't."

"Then I won't."

"But you want to. You want to give it to me so hard you can't stand it. Both you and Yancey have those fucking belts. And you brought me here so you could fuck me with them."

"We'll see. Just how far can you go? You might think you've come a long way, baby. Well, you've got many rivers run across before you deserve to possess one of these things."

"Give her the Ixtab, Belladonna?" Yancey said.

"Or start with the rainbow dance?"

"I think I'll go first," Belladonna said.

Smirk nicked the corners of her mouth.

She strung the belt out.

Separated its strands.

Wet them in her maw.

Christabel gaped in awe.

Belladonna wafted a bone dart with gemstone tip that dangled from one of the belt's beaded strands. Lanced into the gap of Christabel's snatch.

She was next at Christabel with her thumbs. Another strand of the stranglecord was wadded up Christabel's bum.

Christabel's fanny burped on over each bead as Belladonna threaded the length deeper into Christabel's innards.

Belladonna shivered as the yummy asshole rubbed squeakily over her thumbs.

She popped her digits from Christabel's pooper and applied them to her lips. Slicked the fingers, dipped them into her own slit.

Hit her mitts over Christabel's tits.

Belladonna inserted her fetid fingers into Christabel's maw. Felt the movement of jaw. Pressed in with her paw.

Scraped tongue with her claws.

Curled her phalanges.

Pistoned her wrist.

Fucked Christabel's mouth with her fist.

Christabel yelped for help.

Spasmed her knees to her titties.

Flared her gains in a split.

Twisted off her own tits.

Crippled her clit with her fist.

Opened her labia and pissed.

"Aiiiii!"

Christabel spun out on the edge of fear.

The terror of terra incognita loomed about her. This land of the unknown climax was about to become Christabel's lair.

Was she prepared?

Would she dare?

Christabel's limbs flailed maniacally.

Spastic lips pulled like a puppy as Belladonna withdrew her fist.

Joined the other woman in the midst of piss.

They kissed in the golden blissmist.

"Na-na-na-na-na!"

Christabel kicked out sideways.

Frictioning herself against the torsion of Belladonna's twisting form.

Christabel worked her hips. Felt the beaded belt wrenching her bum from within.

Felt the belt's dangling dong fucking her froufrou as though moved by its own volition.

To get the good stuff in deeper, Christabel adjusted her position.

Mentally assessed her condition.

Then convulsed in erotic laughter.

Spattering spittle sprinkled the air. Christabel cackled a stream of pure alcoholic opiated puke over her tilted face.

The stomach syrup ran up into her slick tresses. She lapped about her mouth with her tongue.

Tasting it.

Basting her face with it.

"Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya."

Christabel jibbered with all lips.

Metallic rutsweat slimed from her armpits.

Snot gobbed from her nostrils. Hung in thickly wattled, sinuous strands

"Uh huh!"

Orgasmic gases eructed from her. Evacuating in jets from her crackling orifices.

"Eeeaughrph," she belched.

"Pardon me, geeks," she bleated.

"Toot! toot!" she blew through her blowhole.

"This is the Chattanooga choo-choo,"she sang.

"Poot! Poot!" she rang.

"All aboard, gang. Pull this doilbaby's train. It's twine time in the nymphette slime."

"Don't worry, honey," Belladonna breathed. "Your train has arrived just on time."

She gave Christabel's facecheeks a smooch.

Frigged through her furry froufrou fruit.

Then leapt, straddling Christabel's face.

Squalls of comecurds blew through her belly.

Fell like jelly from Christabel's chin as Belladonna pumped her clit hard.

Forced her cunthairs-bristling, barbed-over Christabel's face.

She spoke as she took poke after poke at Christabel's maw. Fucking her jaw.

"You know that Ixtab's belt was a tool of the trade for Maya assassins. Its many strands included a bridle and a bit. A dildo. Assorted whips. A noose. A sap. Garotte. Quite handy for the imaginative. Wouldn't you worship a belt like that? Well, some people did. Some still do."

Yancey finished his cigarette. Braced his haunch with a few isometric tightening exercises to his abdomen and gluteus.

Lit up another fag and watched for another second as Christabel suckered Belladonna's pussy, clitoral area freshly depilated of pubes.

Lubed labia slid over her chin.

Cuntlips lapped mouthlips.

Clit kissed facecheek.

"Time for that Frenchfuck," Yancey said matter of factly. He sneered feathers of cigarette smoke through his nostrils.

Snorted wetly.

"Yahoo!"

Yancey slapped his flanks.

Took off at a gallop.

Belladonna skittered aside just in time.