Chapter 8
"Looks like high class merchandise," the tall, extremely thin man said. He ran his hand through his sparse hair, combing the lank black strands back over his bald spot. "With the clothes on, that is."
The sun stung Barbara's cheeks. Through her polarized sunglasses, she studied the thin man. He wasn't bad-looking, she decided. But there was something about him that gave her the creeps.
And she didn't like him using the word "merchandise." It gave her an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
He reached out a long, spidery hand and squeezed her left boob. "Firm titflesh," he said, feeling the jug through the light cloth of her halter top.
"Very high quality."
He's looking at me like a prize racehorse! Barbara thought. Of its own accord, her nipple began to harden, pressing outward against the sweaty palm. Her body was starting to react to pleasurable contact whether she willed it to or not!
A vagrant breeze stirred her ankle-length skirt around her long, slim legs. Behind her stood John Halen and his sister, both dressed informally. The two seemed to defer to the skinny stranger, as if he were somebody of importance.
"Of course," he said, letting go of her tit to rub his clean-shaven, pointy chin, "I couldn't let go of any money without first sampling the, ah, goods."
"Naturally not," Tana said. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a tight red blouse and short white skirt. She looked for all the world like a cheerleader.
"Go right ahead and test her out," her brother said helpfully. "You'll find her as good in the performance department as in looks. But I'd imagine you want a closer look-" He reached out and tore the skimpy halter top from Barbara's torso.
The brunette winced, but she didn't cry out as the halter slumped to bare the twin glories of her jugs. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how degrading it felt for her to be paraded like a slave at an auction, and to have her boobs exposed to the lustful gaze of a total stranger.
She had a feeling she'd better hang on to her dignity while she could!
The thin man sucked in his cheeks and nodded, seeming to study every detail of the matched pair of exquisitely pale titflesh. "Nice," he murmured.
She felt Tana's slim fingers slip into the waistband of her skirt. "That's not all," the blonde said in a lewd tone. She flicked the button that secured Barbara's wrap-around skirt and whipped the garment off in one smooth motion. The brunette stood with her body exposed to the merciless noonday sun, naked save for her panties.
The man's eyes traveled down her gleaming, nude body. His eyes took in the twin peaks of her tits and luscious nipples, which crowned them. Then his gaze dipped down over the flat dome of her belly to the compact, bar-like wedge of cunt fur nestled between her thighs, which showed darkly through the translucent yellow panties. Below were her legs, like perfectly sculptured columns of fine white marble. His gaze burned into Barbara's bare flesh as intensely as the sun's rays, and she saw the beginnings of an excited bulge grow in his crotch. I He licked his thin lips. "May I ... try her cunt?"
"Feel free," John said. "Anything particular you have in mind?"
"Just something to acquaint myself with her various talents and, ah, tolerances."
"I understand."
"I have just the perfect thing," Tana said suddenly. She turned and ran lithely up the steps into the trailer, to emerge an instant later carrying a coil of nylon rope.
She tossed an end to her brother. "Here we go, brother dear," she said. "You tie this to her ankle while I take care of the other end." The blonde began playing out the rope, walking toward a wooden stake set in the ground a few yards away.
Barbara made no attempt to resist or run as John bent down to affix the rope to her shapely ankle. She still felt defiance, but showing it had cost too much. Whatever they were about to do would be unpleasant enough without her aggravating her captors.
John tied the knot firmly but not tight enough to cut off the circulation in Barbara's leg. "There," he said, standing. "That should hold her. Would you like to borrow a whip?"
"No, thank you," the skinny man said. "I brought my own."
"Of course," John said with the haughty air of a Salesman Supreme.
The skinny man walked to his gleaming new Cadillac and opened the trunk. Barbara gasped. Inside the trunk was an incredible array of instruments of torture: whips, chains, thumbscrews, cattle prods, and other implements the captive librarian couldn't recognize.
He selected a long, heavy-looking bullwhip, shook it out and snapped it experimentally in the air. It made a sound like a pistol shot. "This will be quite suitable, don't you think?" His off-hand tone of voice made Barbara's blood run cold.
Tana stood up beside the stake. "There," she said. "It should turn freely. You can pull out all the stops and really make her run around. She won't go anywhere except in a circle!"
"Tana, my love," her brother said, "you are an exemplary sadist!"
She smiled lasciviously. "Just trying to please, brother dear."
Barbara watched dully as the man stalked her with the whip. She closed her eyes. It would be easier to be brave if she didn't know when the blow was going to fall.
The whine of the whip told her anyway. The leather tip slapped against the cheeks of her ass with a loud bang. She shieked and jumped straight up into the air.
Her feet raised a cloud of dust when she came down. The sandals slipped, almost making her stumble. She looked down at her rump and saw a strip of assflesh glowing agonizingly red through a long tear in her panties.
"Lively bitch," the black-haired, balding man muttered. He swung again. Once more Barbara's ass burned with pain.
"AAAAIIIYAAAHHH!" she screamed. She clutched her butt with both hands. She could feel the shredded fabric of her panties and, beneath that, the throbbing puffiness of the whip-welts.
She should have anticipated the stranger's next move. He brought the whip up with a rapid backhand motion. The lash slithered like a serpent through the dust, then reared like a striking cobra and snapped the nipple of Barbara's gently-swaying right boob!
Intense pain flashed through her jugs. White light blazed behind her eyes. "Ungggh," she groaned. The agony in her tits was too great to allow her to scream!
The tip of her whipped boob vibrated with pain. "Ohhhh," the captive whined. "Make him stop!"
John and Tana were standing side by side, just beyond the furthest extension of the rope to which Barbara was tethered. The lissome blonde had her hand in the fly of her brother's pants. John had her blouse pulled down to bare a luscious left tit, which he was fondling hungrily with one hand while he watched the thin man whip the prisoner.
"No way, baby," Tana told her. "Even if we weren't making a bundle of money from this, it'd be too much of a turn-on watching to make him stop!"
While Barbara had been distracted, the man had taken aim. He struck again, from behind the black-haired, nearly-naked captive. Pain sliced across the cheeks of Barbara's pert ass, and the remnants of her panties fell to the dust.
"AAHHHHH!" she cried, once more clapping both hands over her butt.
"Run around, sweetheart," Tana laughed. With greedy fingers, she tugged her brother's massive, throbbing cock into the daylight. A drop of pre-seminal fluid glittered like a diamond at the tip of the giant prick. "Watching you's got my darling brother's big cock all hard and juicy. Put on a good show so he'll come off in my mouth!"
Barbara felt sick. It was more than the stabbing pain in her ass and whipped tit. It was the knowledge that her pain and degradation was providing an erotic spectacle for John and Tana. They were using their helpless, lovely captive as completely and brutally as the man with the whip! Even as she thought it, she heard the evil song of the whip. She tried desperately to dodge. It didn't work. Like a scorpion's sting, the braided leather curled around the top of a thigh and cut at the tender furrow between her buttcheeks.
The whip-stroke stung her delicate asshole through the thin fabric of her panties. It was like having a hot iron shoved up her butt. She howled shrilly and fell forward, scraping her tits in the dirt as she landed.
Air currents washed over her upturned butt, hot and dry like the breath of a blow-dryer. Her abused assflesh tingled at its touch.
Her panties were in ruins now. She could feel scraps of cloth beneath her legs. She began to tremble uncontrollably. The sandy soil tormented her bare boobs, and the nipple kissed by the thin man's whip seemed to be bursting with pain. She reached back a hand and touched her butt. The delicate skin was hot to the touch.
"D-don't," she whimpered. "Please don't whip my any more! I'll do anything you want! I can make you feel real good, only please don't whip me again!" The sheer sound of her pleas disgusted her. She was being forced to give up every vestige of pride, self-respect and dignity.
But she couldn't bear to be whipped again!
The thin, black-haired man stood gloating over his victim. Her mostly-exposed ass glowed a bright pink. A tuft of black hair and an inviting flash of pink pussy showed between her luscious thighs, still encircled by the elastic legbands of her ruined panties. He felt his cock pulse impatiently within his pants. A trickle of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth and ran down his narrow chin.
A fat bluebottle fly circled curiously around the plentiful mounds of female ass jutting into the air. It began to spiral in for a landing. The tall, balding man smiled a thin, cruel smile.
Shuddering in anticipation of the next blow of the whip, Barbara heard a buzzing and felt a sudden slight tickle on the inside of her left asscheek. She felt it move inward to tease the fisted pucker of her poopchute. Then it wandered down through the dense underbrush of her jet-black cunt fur. She felt it on her sensitive, splayed-open pussy lips.
A fly, she thought. A fly is walking on my pussy! It brought home to her with brutal force the way she'd been degraded.
The insect rubbed its forelegs together. The rapid motion thrilled the inner surfaces of her cunt flaps. She shivered and bit her lip. It was actually turning her on!
Like a tightrope-walker, the fly darted along the rim of the lovely captive's lacy cunt-fringe. An uncontrollable shudder of joy ripple through Barbara's naked body.
Tana Helen ran her lips toward John's crotch, impaling her face on the long, hard spear of her brother's cock. She could taste the salty-sweet tang of pre-seminal fluid that foretold of the much headier delight of the jism stored in his balls. One hand toyed with those balls in their taut, hairy sac. The other was inside the waistband of her skirt and the panties beneath. Slender fingers stroked the crisp fur of her cuntbun and teased the lips of her pussy.
The kneeling blonde heard the captive's moans change key. The bitch is getting turned on! she thought. She felt John's prick quivering excitedly as it slipped steadily toward her tonsils. She longed to turn her head to see what new degradation Barbara was undergoing, but with that fat, juicy cock fucked into her mouth, she was held in position. She sighed and buried her nose into the bush at the base of her brother's cock. The inflated head of the prick pulsed hotly in her throat.
John's sigh echoed his sister's cock-muffled one. His sibling was certainly an expert at sucking cock! But even the superbly skillful way Tana's tongue was twining around the swallowed shaft and head of his prick as she sucked delicately, wouldn't have him this turned on if it weren't for the fantastic show the black-haired sadist and his luscious nude captive were putting on!
Halen couldn't see the fly exploring the tasty pinkness of Barbara's cunt-slit. But he could see that the prisoner was getting horny even as she groveled in the dust!
The tall, lean, black-haired man hopped on one leg as he struggled out of his pants. The whip dangled from his wrist by a leather thong. He could see the small insect, black against the pink of gaping pussy lips. He could also see the wide-open cunt mouth beginning to glisten as the juices of lust began to flow in his captive's body.
His pants rustled down his skinny legs. His cock sprang out of his underwear like a bar of springy steel. Tana, letting her lips slide up the length of her brother's cock in a tight, tantalizing "O" as she pulled her head back, happened to glance over her shoulder just in time to see the man's prick jump free.
She gasped. The rigid cock was a foot long!
Barbara lay with her head pillowed on crossed arms. The hot sand burned her hardening nipples. The fly on her cunt tickled the sensitive flaps of pussy flesh unbearably.
She didn't understand the suddenness of the transition from fear and agony to raging lust. All she knew was that, though her tits and ass stung from the whipping they'd received, her body was filled with a raging flame of lust!
She heard gravel crunch behind her upturned butt. She moaned. Somehow, she sensed that her tormentor wasn't going to whip her again. She knew all he wanted to do was fuck her with all his might.
She wanted it, too!
The thin man dropped to his knees behind her. His cock bobbed up and down, pale and gleaming in the stark sunlight. Gently, he laid a hand on a welted hillock of assflesh. Barbara sucked in a sharp breath as the touch stung her abused butt-cheek. Then the air hissed from her mouth as her tormentor's thumb stroked down her asscrack and into the dripping cave of her cunt.
Startled, the fly took to the air. Barbara rolled her hips around her captor's thumb as he began to fuck it in and out of her cunt. He reached a few spidery fingers down to seek the lust-button of her clit. His fingertips brushed back the hood of pink pussy-skin that covered the clit-node. Electric pangs of pleasure shot through Barbara's body as he began to manipulate her clit.
As the hot cunt sauces oozed from Barbara's greedy snatch and dripped over his hand, the thin man grasped his cock with his other hand. The captive brunette wiggled her butt with delight as he dragged the rubbery tip of his cock across the whip-marked curve of an asscheek. Though deep within her the woman raged at the man who had whipped and humiliated her, she was gasping with anticipation. He's about to fuck his huge, long cock into my pussy! she thought, and fresh hot pussy sauces cascaded over his probing fingers.
But she was wrong. The throbbing cockhead didn't follow the trail blazed by his thumb, down the goosefleshed skin and into the fragrant mysteries of her cunt. Instead, it fit itself into the shallow depression df her asshole and began to push inward, hard.
A groan escaped Barbara's lips. "No!" she blurted, even as a tweak of his fingers on her clit sent ecstasy spearing into her cunt. "Your cock-too big-it isn't greased!"
"No," smirked the skinny man. A drop of sweat ran down into his eyes. He shook it away. "It isn't, but it's all going into this lovely butt of yours!"
His captive cried out. Her taut nipples scraped the sand as she tightened her every muscle in a frantic attempt to keep the stiff, dry cock from invading her sensitive asshole. But it was all in vain. As the fingers of one hand continued to fuck and tease her pussy, the other hooked around her hipbone for leverage as the head of his prick began to wedge her asshole open.
She felt the death-grip of her asshole starting to give. Then, all at once her asschute snapped open and swallowed up the cone-shaped head of the thin man's cock. The inside of her asshole blazed with pain. "YeeeeAAAHHH!" she cried.
The naked captive's agonized cry made Tana turn her head. Just the fat head of her brother's prick was trapped in her mouth, and the mighty beam of cock swung to one side as if mounted on hinges as she looked. "Mmmmm!" she squealed around her mouthful of prick. Her brother stiffened and grabbed a handful of shiny blonde hair.
She let go of John's cock. The reddish-purple head was glossy with her saliva. "Turn to the side," she begged her brother. "I want to watch!"
John glanced down at his sister. She'd unbuttoned her blouse, revealing luscious slices of creamy titflesh. The head of his cock pulsated visibly, not an inch away from her satin cheeks. Her full lips were moist with the same spit that was so liberally smeared over his cock. He nodded wordlessly and pivoted as she shifted her knees, then plunged every inch of his cock into her ready mouth. She moaned and swished her tongue around the cock as it fucked deep into her throat.
At the same moment John's cock was going into his sister's mouth, the thin man drove his cock relentlessly into Barbara's asshole. It was sheer torture. It seemed as big around as a fireplug! She could feel the demiglobes of her ass being wedged so far apart that it seemed as if her naked body would split right open at any moment.
"N-nooooo," she sobbed. Her hands scrabbled at the sand, breaking a nail on the hard dirt beneath. "Can't ... stand it! STOP!"
The man's only reply was a laugh, and he crammed another two inches of rock-hard cock into her quivering butthole.
Tana's eyes were glued to the seemingly endless spear of cock forging into Barbara's naked butt. The fingers of her right hand were plunging with a lewd, wet, rhythmic sound in and out of her blonde-furred cunt. The other fingers were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of her brother's cock. They pumped up and down the throbbing cock. The head of John's prick was imbedded in the girl's mouth. Her lips held the cock tightly just behind the huge head, putting a delicious pressure on the most pleasure-sensitive point of the cock as her tongue swirled sweet, wet fire around the imprisoned cockhead.
Both brother and sister could feel each other's intense excitement. A mutual shudder of joy shook them as the thin man fucked the last inch of his prick into his victim's asshole so hard his balls slapped against the back of his cunt-probing thumb.
The black-haired man's prick seemed to be a mile long as it ripped into Barbara's butt. The last inch was the worst. The remainder of the stiff cock slammed into Barbara's asshole in a burst of agony so fierce that it took her several seconds to realize that the tearing invasion of the cock had ceased.
For a moment she lay still, half-numb, her throat raw from screaming. Then she became aware of the low, throbbing agony of the long cock buried to the hilt in her violated asshole. "Gaaahhh," she murmured. "It hurts! Oh Christ, get it out!"
She regretted the words instantly. She could almost feel his smile as he patted her abused butt, then braced his palm against her ass and yanked his cock out of her. It was as if she were being pulled inside out. Her scream was long and loud and heartbreaking.
Then her tormentor fucked her into a delirium of pain. But it was pain shot through with bright flashes of pleasure as his thumb continued to fuck her cunt and his fingers kept playing with her clit. She felt as if her soul was being torn in two, the way the plunging hard cock in her butthole seemed to be tearing her body apart as pain and pleasure battled within her.
"Ugh-uhh-unnnnh!" grunted her captor as the fabulous tightness of Barbara's asshole enveloped his prick. The snugness of her asshole was sucking at his cock, almost seeming to flay the skin from the long rod as he fucked back out of her dry ass chute. Her buttcheeks jiggled as she struggled futilely to escape the pain.
A jagged howl was torn from her throat as a full foot of stiff cock shot back into her butt, filling her asschute with pain. She clenched her muscles in agony around the prick like a fist. The skinny man yelled with passion as the sudden squeeze of her ass channel sucked a fiery blast of jism from his balls.
Barbara's voice shrilled up the scale. The come that abruptly filled the length of her ass channel around the deeply-driven cock was like acid on the raw nerve-ends inside her butthole. She shook her head and shrieked, drumming her fists on the ground. Her tormentor's thumb kept fucking her pussy as his cock spat burst after burst of come into her rump. She felt jism begin to leak from her distended asshole, and came.