Chapter 11
The hooded dominatrix, her pate severely addled by the orgasm storm that raged through it, was clearly bent on self destruction. There was no way, short of dislocation, that she could have stretched her jaws far enough apart to accommodate the bloated head of my cock ... and if she had, in fact, managed to get me in her mouth, down her throat, she would have choked to death. But still she persisted, lashing her tongue over the slimy knob, smearing hot spunk all over the front of her black leather hood, swallowing as much of the sticky stuff as she could cram in her mouth.
"MY TURN!" sparse fur cried, thumping the gluttonous girl on the head.
"Oooh, that's the way," I crooned, "that's the way to do me. Go on, lick it, suck it, eat that gooey stuff."
"Shut up!" sparse fur said. "Just shut up! Don't encourage her or I'll never get her off."
"That's it, Sister," I said encouragingly. "Suck up all my spurt. Get that jizz."
The sniveling Fury grew even more incensed at my words and, snuffling and snorting like a hog at trough, she held the slimy pole in both hands, pumping frantically, squeezing the last tendrils of sperm from its turgid length, while holding her lips tightly clamped to the oozing slot.
"Stop it!! " sparse fur cried, her fist disappearing into her bald snatch.
Ooh, she was hot-to-trot, all right. I hoped that she was hot enough to get real stupid.
"Untie me, Bitch, and I'll give you the fuck of a lifetime," I said.
She gawked at me.
"Come on. I mean it. I was just playing with this cunt. You were the one I really wanted all along. I want to make you come like you've never come before. I want to put some of your tight pussy around my cock. Come on."
"Huhhhh! Uhh-huhhhh!" she whimpered, fist slogging, lips curled back from her white, even teeth in a sneering fuck pout.
"Look, I'll help you drag her off me," I told her. "Come on. God, just looking at you makes me want to squirt. Let me love you up."
Behind the leather hood, her blue eyes were so very hungry, truly "Lunie." She looked at her penis gobbling friend and whined. Then she knelt down and untied my wrists.
Free at last! Free to kick the shit out of these bitches and grab that stupid Hildy and get the hell out of the Halls of Luna, right? Not quite.
You see, I still had a slight problem ... the overdose of satyrion. I was still bound by it; my thoughts of escape were constantly being redirected, re-channeled; all my energy was focused on the Humping.
I could no more help what I did next than a river can help running downhill.
"You've had enough!" I snarled at the dick-licking Fury.
She ignored me and continued to pump the seepage from my nuts into her mouth.
I swung on her. An open handed swat that landed beside her leather covered ear with a loud SSSPPATT!
"Owww!" she groaned, her eyes rolling up in her skull.
"Get off my dick, you slut!" I ordered, giving her the back of my hand across the opposite cheek. SSSSSPPHHHFACT!! !
Her head jerked from the impact; her hands dropped from my meat.
"Don't hit her like that, you turkey!" sparse fur said, stepping in to protect her buddyroo, bending down and scooping up the sweat-saturated bull whip that the Furies had used to humiliate me, to scourge me.
The sight of that black snake coiled in her hand sent a red haze dropping over my vision. The memory of my submissive behavior was a rancid, festering sore that had to be excised, expunged. The air in the room was suddenly full of crackling, itchy static ... dangerous vibrations.
I grabbed hold of the end of the whip and jerked. The amazon slipped off balance and fell, colliding with her comrade, sending the two of them tumbling off the bench and onto the floor.
I rose from my seat, coiling the whip, delighting in the feel of the lead-loaded leather handle in my fist. My cock, still erect, still ready for more hot pussy, bumped into my chest, smearing sperm and slobber over my tits.
"You bitches like to dish it out, don't you?" I said, standing over the groaning Furies. "You get a big kick out of whipping the shit out of some helpless guy, don't you?"
"Uhh!" dense fur said, seeing my pendulous scrotum, and scooting for it with her mouth open, her tongue waggling.
"Shee-it!" I said, raising the whip, digging the swish of it uncoiling out behind me, the sizzling sound it made as it sliced through the air.
SSSSSSSWWWWEKKK!
"Owwww!" she cried as the bull whip cracked over her back, as the leather tip impacted with her generous buns. She clutched herself with both hands, rubbing the hurt and whimpering.
"You can dish it out, but can you take it?" I snarled, my hand jerking back, the whip following, uncoiling, hissing through the air.
SSSSHHHHUTT!
"Yeeee!" dense fur wailed as I crossed the first welt with a second, cutting a bright red X into the smooth flesh of her buttocks.
I watched with grim satisfaction as the way the dominatrix jerked under the lash, at the way her large tits quivered and her buns leapt, as the way she groveled at my feet.
"I think she-likes it, don't you?" I asked the still groggy sparse fur.
She shook the stars from her head and hissed, "You dirty son of a bitch!" And started to get to her feet.
One does not allow six feet of enraged, leather clad bitch to gain her feet. SSSSSHHHPOCKT!
The whip tip neatly passed between the full domes of her ass, delving into her crevasse only to explode directly on her pore.
"YEEEEEEEE!! ! " she howled, hopping about, clutching her heinie.
"Hey!" I said. "You like it, too."
SSSSSSSWWWAACK!! SSSSSSPPPPATT!! SSSSSSNNNIK!
I chased the screaming woman about the room, my eyes glued to her jouncing buns, to the red welts puffing up across them, my hand rising and falling, the whip hissing, striking on target, making her give a little jump in the air, only to come down panicked, with her legs pumping, trying to get away.
"YEEEEEEE! YEEEEEEE!" she whinnied, trying in vain to hide her full buns from the scrutiny of my whip strokes.
I merely lashed her hands until they were limp, like over cooked spaghetti, boiled in the heat of my rage.
SSSSSTHHHOTT!! SSSS WWWOTTTTT!! SSSSMMMAAAAKK!!
Round and round the room we dashed. She jumped to the beat of the lash, shrieking every time the merciless tip caressed her bottom. Gradually the tempo of her bootheels on the hardwood slowed ... even as the tempo of my whipcracks speeded up. The muscles of her ass, like the muscles of her fingers, were growing limp, exhausted from the torrent of abuse that I heaped on them.
Dense fur sat on the floor, moaning, following the grotesque foot race with her eyes, watching the big, white ass of her fellow Fury take on a hot, ravished red hue.
"Pleeeeease!" sparse fur wailed, dropping to her knees on the floor, panting horribly, touching her abused behind and wincing. "No more! Pleeeeease!"
"I know how you girls are," I told her, my own chest heaving with the oxygen debt of our little race, "you always say 'No' when you mean 'Yes,' right?"
"Nooooooo!" she cried. "I mean, yesssss!"
"See what I mean?"
SSSSSSWWWWAAAK!! !
SSSSSPPPPHUTTT!! !
"EEEEEEEM"
SSSSSTTHHHWOCK!!
SSSSSPPPPPATTTTT!!
"OOOOH! OOOOH!"
I stopped whipping the supine bitch, sweat rolled down my arms and chest, down my forehead into my eyes. She lay before me, sobbing piteously, making no attempt to shield her ass from further lashings, her welt-marked buns jutting up like snowy hillsides bathed in alping low. And between them, lower down in her fork, below the swollen bud of her anus, hung the pendulous and dewy lips of her sex.
"You want to fuck now, don't you?" I said, bending down and prodding the entrance to her pussy with the whip handle.
"Ooooh! Uhhhh!" she groaned, pursing her lips, pressing them to the high luster finish of the hardwood floor, lifting her hips, causing the thick end of the handle to slip a considerable distance up her twat.
"Get up off your face!" I commanded. "Get on that bench on your hands and knees!"
The leather hooded beauty obeyed, sniveling back the tears that came to her eyes as she bent over, as she drew taut the ravaged flesh of her ass. She knelt on the bench, sticking her over-heated bottom up for my perusal and immediate use.
I bent the head of my cock down and rubbed it into the juicy gash. Flurries of pleasure rippled up my dick as the squishy maw of her twat encircled my cap.
"Uhhhhh!" she crooned, bending even lower, until her tits dragged on the bench seat, so that her ass tipped up, exposing more slippery slot, offering me primo access to her pussy.
Again the size differential was ludicrous. There, truly, was the Elephant Man coupling with Rabbit Woman. My cock dwarfed her entire crotch, like the head and neck of some torpid denizen of tepid tropical seas.
"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me," I said, grabbing hold of her hipbones with my hands.
I rotated my bulb in her love pocket, oiling the helmet for the penetration to come.
"Ummmmm," she moaned ecstatically, wagging her ass about, smooching the rough surface of the bench seat with hungry lips.
Then I steeled myself and simultaneously pulled her ass towards me as I flipped my hips.
"OOOWWWWW!! ! " she screamed as the wide head broached her pussy, the helmet rim spreading her cuntmouth, stretching it to the splitting point, forcing its way into her love channel.
There was that delicious Bump! as the rim popped into her cunt, as the whole seething bulb of my cock vanished inside her. And it wasn't just dick head that slid into her pussy, either. It was also those loose and flopping cunt lips, caught up in the general movement like a coat tail caught in a closing door, and forced in on themselves, forced right up her tube along with all my turbid meat.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" she keened, shaking her head most violently, as if she could not believe that the terrible pressure, the agonizing pain, was really happening to her. "Oh, God, take it out! Take it out!! " she wailed, bawling like a frightened child.
This was no child, however, and I knew it. This was a monster in female flesh and I was determined to show her no more mercy than she had shown me.
"Uggggh!! " I grunted driving my cock into her breach, pushing the caught up folds deep in her pussy, turning her whole mound outside in.
She gasped and pounded on the bench seat with her fists.
It looked like a telephone pole, a huge, hairy red Telephone pole had been shoved up her snatch. And from the way she carried on, the sensation must've been similar as well.
"UHHHH! UHHHH! TAKE IT OUT!! ! " she screeched.
I pulled back a bit, drawing with the girth of my rod most of her external genitalia. Her cunt lips once again saw the light of day and they were a deep scarlet from the powerful friction of my cock. No sooner had they popped from her tube, than a gush of hot, slick juice followed, rushing down my shaft, easing the way for the next thrust.
"Uhhhhhngh!" I wheezed, pushing my cock deeper into her searing tube, feeling her begin to tremble beneath me as the head of my dick parted her slick folds, reamed out the foxy wrinkles of her box.
"Ooooh!" she murmured to the bench seat.
"Better, huh, bitch?" I said.
"Oooooh, God, yes!" she cooed, lifting her ass into my thrust. "Oooh, you're going so deep! Filling my pussy to the limit!"
It felt great to me, too. I let my ass flips slip into an easy pumping rhythm, driving my cock in and out of her box in a highly relaxed and sophisticated manner.
"You're doin' it so smooth...." she muttered, as my prick pushed in and out, in and out in slow motion.
Something moved under my ass. "What the...! "
It was dense fur. And she wanted in on the fun. She was on her hands and knees beside the bench and she was shoving her hooded face right in under my bums, between my legs which were straddling the bench seat.
"Mmmmmm," she said, nuzzling her face into my bobbing crack.
The heat of her breath washed over my ass-hole and tingles hit my nuts, my ass-hole flexed ominously, and the easy, debonair rhythm of my dick thrusts faltered. I gave sparse fur one hell of a vicious lunge.
"OOOOH!! " she moaned, wallowing in the power of the tool that spitted her.
"Mmmmm-oooohhhh...." dense fur murmured, her hot lips kissing at my winking hole, sending more flurries to my tumescent testes.
My ass jerked again, driving the thick rod with awesome force, ramming it to the hair in the kneeling girl's cunt, making her scoot forward on the bench from the impact.
"UHHH!" she whined as cock bottomed her, as the thrust pushed her, made her slide up the bench on her knees.
The heat that engulfed my brain pan was no longer the heat of righteous rage, of vengeance. It was the scorching heat of fuck lust, of come need, pure and simple, the room dissolved in shimmering waves of red. There was nothing but the tight cunt about my cock and the lips kissing my anus, the back of my scrotum.
My scrotum! The hungry mouth opened and sucked it in, sucked in both uptight balls, bathing them in hot slobber, lashing them with pebbly tongue, nipping them with sharp teeth.
My ass flipped violently.
"AHHHH!" sparse fur wailed, cringing under the impact of dick root upon her cunt mouth.
And my tender orbs were trapped in the woman's cheeks, held there stock still, even as my dick and ass moved. Every thrust meant a powerful tug to the bag, to the balls. And she began to apply a furious suction to her hairy mouthful, a suction that turned my knees to jelly, my brain to grilled cheese, and set my ass-hole flexing like it was sending Morse Code.
I thrust again, but I knew it was almost over. I could feel the geese wheeling about, feel the marvelous tension building, building.
"Mmmmmmpph!" dense fur hummed, sending good vibrations over my nuts.
"OHHH!" cried sparse fur as I bottomed her one more time.
Then, as I drew back, as the rim of my cap bumped over the corrugations of her pussy, as the smegmatic folds of my nerve bundle brushed hot buttered velvet, I shot my wad.
"Uhh! UHHHHH!" sparse fur whimpered as the deluge, bubbling, murky gizm, splashed over her ovaries.
Dense fur, sensing the frenzied activity of the orbs in her cheeks, began to whine at an excruciatingly delicious pitch ... a frequency that perfectly complimented the thrumming note struck by my orgasming cock. She thrust her nose into my winking ass and snorted her joy directly into my pore.
As I rode out the wild, dancing waves of pleasure, as I filled and re-filled sparse hairs widely distended pussy with my gummy brew, I could sense that the power of the sex drug was fading. This would be my last orgasm.
In more ways than one.
I was so wrapped up in the spurt joy that racked my cock that I failed to notice that two of the vanquished Furies, red fuzz and blonde hair, had managed to regain consciousness. Not only were they awake, but they were very unhappy.
"Make one wrong move," red fuzz hissed, stepping behind me, holding the edge of a long sharp knife to my throat, "and I'll open you up from ear to ear."
I stopped screwing.
"Get that slut off his balls!" she snapped to blonde hair, who began smacking the sucking woman with her hand until she released me.
It took about five minutes to restore order to the room, to get the orgasmic Furies to come out of their ecstasy. When it was finally accomplished and they ringed me with weapons at ready, red fuzz removed the blade from my jugular vein.
"So, you are one hell of a fuck, Gruesome," red fuzz said. "Lots of guys would be dead after what you've been through, after the whipping and the fucking, right girls?"
"Yeah!" they said in unison.
"So big deal!" red fuzz sniggered. "You're still going to cash in your chips. We got our orders, you know."
I just glared at her.
"Well, girls," she went on, "what shall it be? Stabbing? Shooting? Hanging?"
A chorus of murmured assent went up on the last suggestion.
"Strangle the turkey!" said sparse fur.
Red fuzz picked up the bull whip from the floor and held it in both hands with a two foot length between them. She crossed her wrists, making a loop of the whip, and then proceeded to throw that loop over my head, bringing it tight about my neck.
"Say bye-bye, Gruesome," she chirped, drawing the noose tighter.
I couldn't breathe ... I couldn't swallow ... I couldn't decide which was worse: the pain of the whip cutting into my throat, blocking my windpipe, or the intense pressure of the blood backed in my head, threatening to explode my skull like an over-ripe cantaloupe.
Just as the fog began to lower for the last time, as I heard the singing in my ears, the angel's choir, the door to the interrogation room burst open.
"Hold it right there!" Brother Slaney said. In his fist he held a snub-nosed, blue steel .38; it was pointed at red fuzz's right eye. "Drop that goddam whip and back off! Face the wall and spread 'em or so help me I'll snuff all of you!! "
As the stunned Furies reluctantly obeyed the masked, robed gunman, he said to me, "I got here just in time, huh, Bad Bascom?"
I rubbed some circulation back into my face. "How the hell do you know my name? Who are you?" I said.
"Let's say we have business interests in common," he said.
"You're a P.I.? "
He nodded. "I was hired to do the same thing as you, to rescue some rich person's daughter from the clutches of the Church of the Waning Moon."
"Son of a gun! I knew there was something about you that didn't ring true," I told him.
"Yeah, well, you aren't exactly the typical Child of Luna, either."
"What do you say about us busting this whole shitty scam wide open?" I said.
He smirked. "My thoughts exactly. Shall we tie up these amazons and then go raise a little hell?"
"A pleasure, Brother Slaney, a pleasure."