Chapter 4
Lust was knotting Lynn's stomach as she sauntered down the street. The battle raging inside her was increasing the steaming dripping of her twat. The fact that she wasn't wearing a thing under the loose shift that covered her from shoulders to knees intensified her horniness.
With every step she was aware of the silky stroking of thigh against thigh. Air stirred intimately around her snatch. Her tits were burning from the gentle rubbing of the loose dress.
She was trying to look in all directions at once without seeming to be looking at anything. She had the feeling a million eyes were on her, that everyone knew she was nude under the dress. She had the feeling, too, that everyone knew what she was on the prowl for.
She was looking for Carl. She knew what she was looking for him for, but didn't dare admit it to herself. She couldn't acknowledge the burning hunger that was driving her.
She wasn't worried about her father any longer. Not that she had particularly worried about his rules before. He hadn't said a word about Carl since the whipping and fuck. Her father seemed resigned to her basic lusts. He hadn't laid a hand on her since that time. But the hot hunger had shown more than once when he had caught sight of her in a revealing outfit or situation. It wouldn't take much to get his cock into her again, she knew.
But it wasn't him that she wanted, and it wasn't just cock, either. The memory of the ropes biting into her wrists made her twat twinge with hunger. She thought of fighting the unyielding bonds and wondered if she was likely to slide down into a steaming puddle of lust right there on the sidewalk.
The sight of Carl's big Caddy convertible by the curb almost sent her off in the opposite direction, screaming with panic. It wasn't that she was afraid of him - she was terrified of herself and what she was becoming.
She looked around for Carl, but didn't see him anywhere. Impulsively, she opened the car door and climbed in. She had the feeling that he wouldn't be long. He would come out from wherever he was and find her waiting for him. He would know what she wanted without her having to ask.
But when he did show up, he wasn't alone. Lynn felt her spirits drop. Sandra was with him. Sandra always made Lynn feel skinny as a stick and immature as a ten-year-old.
Only her raging hominess made her stand her ground as she looked up at Carl. "Hi!"
"Hi, yourself," Carl answered.
Lynn saw Sandra studying her, sensed Sandra's quick assessment of her - what she was wearing, what she wanted. In a split second, the older girl had figured out that Lynn was nude under the loose dress, and horny under her nudity.
Carl opened the passenger side door and gestured with his thumb. "Okay, out," he ordered. "No, wait a minute," Sandra said. Her voice gave Lynn goose bumps.
"What do you mean, wait a minute?" Carl asked, looking at Sandra. "We don't want her along."
Sandra stood with her hip cocked and toyed with a lock of her jet-black hair. She was wearing a clinging halter that showed her tits plainly. As Lynn watched, the eager knots stiffened, protruded wantonly against the thin knit.
"Might be interesting," Sandra pointed out. "I'd like to see just what the little slut can do. What she can take."
Lynn felt a core of ice form inside her. She also felt her hominess increase. Something held her pasted to the seat when she knew she should flee.
Carl thought for a few moments, then smiled in a way that made Lynn's blood curdle. "Yeah, it might be nice for the three of us to take a drive in the country," he agreed. "Move over," he ordered Lynn.
Obediently, Lynn slid along the seat, and Sandra got in beside her. Carl walked around and got behind the wheel. Lynn felt a chill when she realized she was pinned between the two of them. A scene from an old gangster movie popped into her head. She was "going for a ride" between them. The thought of how that ride was going to end made her want to burst into tears.
But the only thing that was really weeping was her cunt. She could feel thick juice on the insides of her thighs. She knew it was moistening the dress under her. She folded her arms across her breasts and huddled defensively, tried not to touch either Carl or Sandra as they roared out of town.
Nobody said a word as Carl headed for the abandoned shack. Lynn could feel Sandra's eyes stripping her naked as they sat side by side. And she could feel Carl glancing down the neckline of her shift from time to time. There was a massive lump in his lap.
Carl brought them to a halt in the little clearing in front of the shack. For a minute they all sat there, staring at the sagging shanty. The tension thickened until it could have been cut by a knife. Lynn felt herself sliding into a daze as terror and anticipation and hunger all fought in her gut, formed a sour taste in her mouth.
"Come on," Carl ordered. "Let's go, you two." Lynn realized that Carl was totally in control. Sandra was now, somehow, as much in his thrall as she was. The knowledge made her lust steam hotter.
As Lynn got out, Carl reached in the back seat and grabbed a coil of thick rope. Just the sight of it made Lynn's cunt drizzle. She thought of the harsh hemp rasping her flesh and shivered. Her nipples were so swollen with lust they hurt.
The coil of rope swinging easily in his hand, Carl led the way into the weathered building. Lynn followed, and Sandra brought up the rear. Lynn could feel the pecking order. She was at the bottom.
Lynn jerked to a halt in the doorway. Sandra, right on her heels, rammed into her, pushing her into the room. Carl fondled the rope, passed the coils from one hand to the other as he studied the two girls.
"Undress her, Sandra," he ordered.
Lynn turned fearfully toward Sandra and felt her guts coil tight. A nagging, sour, tickling itch was swelling in her crotch. Sandra smiled at her. It was not a comforting smile. Reaching out, Sandra took hold of Lynn's dress, and pulled it over her head. Lynn felt the air stroke her nude flesh and hugged herself nervously. She saw her dress tossed casually in the corner, and felt Sandra's and Carl's eyes raping her naked body. She felt skinny and vulnerable as she tried to protect her tits.
Carl came up to her and took one of her wrists. She barely resisted as he twisted her arm behind her back, then took her other wrist. The motion dragged her shoulders back, bared her breasts, made them thrust out. She tossed her head, flicked her shining brown pony tail. She tried to look brave as Sandra stood there gloating over her helplessness.
Carl knotted Lynn's wrists together with a quick twist of the harsh rope. Then, yanking her arms back, he wound coils of the scratchy half inch hemp up her forearms, laced it back and forth from one to the other. He took several tight turns around her biceps. She flexed her muscles so the coils would be loose enough to let some blood reach her fingers.
Carl finished off by winding several turns of the line around her torso so her arms were cinched hard against her sides and back. Glancing down at the coils, Lynn shuddered. They cut into her breasts, pinched her soft mounds, made her tits jut out.
Sandra grinned cruelly at Lynn's helplessness and agony and arousal. Lynn spread her feet a few inches to keep from swaying. Sandra and Carl walked around her, gloated over her naked bondage. The fires in Lynn's gut got hotter and hotter as she stood there, shuddering and squirming against the unyielding ropes.
"I think she's going to cum," Sandra exclaimed. "I think she's going to cum just from being stripped and tied."
Lynn was cumming. She knew she was cumming. She twisted, writhed thigh against thigh, tried to stimulate her pussy as the flame and itch swelled in her belly. She bent and wriggled, felt her cunt gush as pleasure roared through her, burned her from head to toe. For a long, ecstatic moment she was engulfed in the flames of her orgasm and was oblivious of the bindings cutting into her.
The sight of Lynn's total bondage made Carl's cock throb and ache with desire. Tying her up had been a real turn-on. The contrast of her satin skin and the cool, scratchy hemp in his hands had sent his lust boiling. Having Sandra watch made his cock harder and more anxious.
The idea of wrapping the left-over rope around Lynn's torso had come at the last moment. The sight of her tits being squashed made his mouth water. He had deliberately dragged the harsh rope over her flesh, burned her with it.
And when she had squirmed and writhed in the grip of an orgasm, right there, naked, in the middle of the room with him watching! Shit! It made his dick want to burst. He didn't give a rat's ass about what Sandra thought or felt-he had to plunge his cock into Lynn's lovely, luscious twat. Carl began tearing his clothes off. He kicked his worn loafers across the room, jerked his pants down, and kicked out of them.
He shoved, sent Lynn stumbling over to the bed. Another push and she was sprawled on her back across it. Her head banged against the hard wall. She lay there and made no attempt to conceal her cunt with her thighs or legs. The coils of rope were cutting deep into her tender breasts and upper arms.
For a moment, Carl towered over her. His cock drooled a thick, shining drop of juice as he surveyed Lynn's helplessness.
Then he reached down and grabbed her legs. He spread them apart like she was a wishbone, exposed the red, gleaming heart of her twat. Her inner cunt lips were distended with hominess, and formed a cat's eye of lust in the dark heart of her snatch. Holding her knees wide, Carl bent down and aimed his dick at his target.
"Oooohhhh," Lynn moaned at the first electric touch of his dick.
Carl felt like he was touching a battery with his cock head. Keeping her thighs spread wide with his grasp on her ankles, he drove his dick into her sopping, hot, yielding cunny.
His dick slid into her searing depths like the piston of a well-oiled machine. She bent her knees as he leaned forward on her and spiked her full depth with his dork. He watched the entire length of his pecker vanish into her crotch.
"Waawww," Lynn groaned as his dick jammed her full. She writhed and tossed on the mattress as he paused with his dick socketed in her clinging, clutching hole. The puddle of jism in his gut felt as big as Lake Huron, as hot as the sun. His balls throbbed with lust as he savored the feel of her hot meat engulfing his tool.
"Fuck her," Sandra hissed eagerly, her eyes glittering. She was enjoying watching the penetration. "Fuck her!"
Carl knew he wouldn't last long, he was so horny. Hooking his arms around Lynn's legs to keep them folded, he braced his hands on the bed. He kept his weight off her so the only point of contact were his arms, where they pinned her legs, and his cock in her cunt.
He began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. He dragged his tool almost all the way out, leaving just the knob in her hot socket. Then he rammed back into her sucking depths. His groin hit hers with a loud squishing sound, and his balls swung and slapped her ass.
"Fuck her," Sandra urged, kneeling on the bed so she could see better.
"Oooohhhh," Lynn moaned.
Carl pistoned in Lynn's tight twat, in and out, in and out. Her enfolding tube burned the piston of his prick. For a moment he thought of ripping his dick out and hosing Lynn's precious body with cream. The moment passed as his balls drew up hard and fired like a double-barreled shotgun. Spout after glittering spout of thick goo seared his cock, scalded Lynn's twat. She bucked under him, and a pink flush blossomed on her bound torso. She whined and gibbered in the grip of her cumming.
Carl's nuts wrung themselves dry until he felt a delectable ache of sexual accomplishment. He held on in her spasming depths until the last drizzles of jism were milked from his dick. Then, with a grunt of effort, he heaved up and away from her. Releasing her legs, he fell back from her. His dick was covered with their juices.
Moaning, Lynn let her legs down, dropped her heels to the floor with a ringing thump. Her breasts heaved against the ropes across them as she tried to catch her breath. Aftershocks of her cumming rippled across her taut tummy as she lay there, her ass on the edge of the bed, her back arced from the weight of her feet on the floor.
Her dark bush was a wet mass of ringlets. It was drenched with juice. Stringy strands of Carl's cum coiled across the dark hair. She didn't make any attempt to close her legs or conceal the aroused pink of her inner folds. They protruded, distended and battered, from her hairy outer labes.
Carl sank down wearily on the bed to catch his breath. Sweat rivered down his powerful body as he gazed at Lynn's helplessly bound form. Then he looked at Sandra, and saw the hot arousal in her eyes.
"She's all yours," Carl said suddenly, and felt a flare of pleasure at the fear that flashed across Lynn's face.
Sandra stood up. Every line of her lush body oozed sexiness. Carl remembered what she had said the night at the drive-in about having made love to other girls. He knew suddenly what she had planned. She stripped her clinging top up and off, revealed the creamy thrust of her fantastic boobs. Her dark tits were rigid with excitement. Without a pause, she unfastened her shorts, shoved them down, bared her thick, dark bush. She was naked.
She reached out and grabbed Lynn's ankles. A slow pull, and Lynn slid slowly off the bed, then sat on the hard, dusty floor. All through Sandra's strip, Lynn had watched. Fear, disgust, and horniness had played over her face.
As if she knew what was coming, Lynn licked her lips. The sight of her delicate teasing tongue made Carl's lust soar again. The knowledge of what that tongue was going to be doing in a moment brought renewed life to his exhausted dick.
Sandra was gloating over Lynn. Standing in front of the helpless younger girl, Sandra fondled her own heavy jugs, pinched and rolled her jutting tits. "Gonna have a rich meal, little girl," Sandra purred.
"No," Lynn whimpered. It wasn't a very convincing denial - her cheeks were flushed with lust.
Sandra stroked her hands down her lush torso toward her thick black snatch. She combed her fingers through the dense curls, fondled her soft outer labes, then humped her cunt at Lynn.
Lynn began squirming against the ropes ... but never took her eyes off Sandra's pussy. Lynn gulped, and her throat worked visibly. "Untie me, please?" she whispered.
"No way," Carl said. "Please?" Lynn begged.
"Not a chance," he assured her. "You know you don't really want to be untied."
Silence. Then, "I know it," Lynn whimpered, her face a mask of shame and horniness. "I know it." Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks as she made the confession.
Sandra was still fondling her twat. She parted her pussy lips, revealed the heart of her cunt. The inner tissues were slick and shiny with juices. Her long fingers fondled the folds, toyed with her clit, rimmed the vaginal opening.
"Hair pie," Sandra purred. "A box lunch for the little lady."
"No," Lynn whispered. "Not that."
"Anything we want," Carl snapped. "That's the way it is, and that's the way you like it."
Sandra put an end to the conversation by moving in on Lynn, straddling the girl as she slouched on the cold, gray, grubby planks. Sandra gripped the sides of Lynn's head, and, looking down, guided her thickly bushed twat to Lynn's face. Twisting her victim's head back, Sandra lowered her cunt to the girl's mouth, muffled her with thick soft flesh and kinky pubic hair.
"Eat!" Sandra urged. "Stick out your tongue and eat!"
With a strangled moan, Lynn slipped her tongue into the hot hairy nest. The feel of that molten, wormy tongue slipping between her labes sent a wave of flame through Sandra, wrung a hot groan from her. The sight of Lynn's dainty, usually aloof face buried in her crotch made Sandra's blood boil. The tongue stroked up her slit, parted her folds, penetrated her cunt, then stroked over her clit.
Lynn wasn't as helpless as she was pretending. She could have wreaked havoc on Sandra's vulnerable folds with her teeth. But roaring lust and raging curiosity and inherited madness made her drive her tongue through the thick hairy mass of Sandra's twat. The taste of Sandra's juices flowing over her tongue made Lynn's gut knot and her lust rise.
"Deeper!" Sandra ordered, adding force to the command by twisting handfuls of hair. Lynn obeyed, found the funnel of Sandra's cunt, probed deep into the hot hole. Marveling at the slick, wet feel of the rippled .walls, Lynn drove her tongue as far in as it would reach, then wiggled it in the hot sheath. She was rewarded by a hot moan and a thick gush of juices. Hungrily, Lynn scooped out Sandra's flow, savored the delectable flavor.
And all the while, there was a burning knot of arousal in Lynn's belly. It had been there since before she had found Carl's car. She was wrapped in rope like a mummy. The coils were cutting into her flesh, burning her skin. And she loved it. She loved the helplessness, the humiliation, the wantonness. Everything.
She scooped wave after wave of Sandra's juices out with her tongue. Carl wasn't able to see any of the details. All he could see was Lynn's face buried in Sandra's muff. That alone was enough to bring renewed life to his so-recently drained dick. As he lay back against the cabin wall and watched, his fingers toyed lazily with his expanding dork.
Sandra's belly thrust forward as she ground her twat on Lynn's mouth. The grip Sandra had on Lynn's hair was brutal. It was dragging strands of shining dark brown hair from the rubber band holding Lynn's pony tail. Sandra's jutting tits and quivering jugs increased Carl's horniness.
"My clit," Sandra growled. "Find my clit. You do know what a clit is, don't you, bitch?" Evidently Lynn did - but couldn't say so because of that twat in her mouth. Her head shifted. Sandra lurched when hot lips touched her cunt berry.
"Awwww shit!" she gasped as flames erupted in her gut. "Suck it."
Lynn sucked. Sandra felt her clit being pulled out to its full extension by the suction. Lynn caught the nubbin between her lips, and Sandra thought she was going to be ripped in half by pleasure. Then Lynn's tongue rasped over the nerve bud, and Sandra felt her insides being welded together by the searing heat.
Lynn's lust was as hot and vile as ever. The act of eating another girl's pussy was not something she would do by choice. But, bound as she was, she had no choice - so she might as well try to enjoy it. And she was enjoying it. She suckled on Sandra's clit as if it was a tit. She tongued the hard button and felt -shudders rack her tormentor. Her nose pushed against Sandra's hard pubic arch.
Sandra caught sight of Carl with his cock in his fist and laughed. "Like this?" she asked hotly.
"Love it!" he said. "She's got my clit," Sandra explained. "She's got the little button between her lips and she's sucking on it like it was her mother's teat. She's getting my goo smeared all over that prissy little face of hers."
Lynn heard the words, and her disgust and her lust roared higher. She wormed her jaw in Sandra's snatch, mashed the other girl's pulpy folds with lips and teeth and tongue.
"I'm cumming," Sandra hissed. "Oh, sweet Jesus! Am I ever cumming."
Lynn worked harder, lapped and sucked along Sandra's hairy twat. Wave after wave of juices streamed over her face and into her mouth. Her own cunt went into a clutching, spasmodic of cumming. She lapped and sucked and lapped and sucked until at last Sandra released her and backed away.
Lynn let her head fall back onto the bed, and inhaled air thickly scented with female sex juices. Her nose, her cheeks, and her chin were all smeared with Sandra's cunt fluid. Lynn's slender legs stirred, drew apart. Her knees bent in blind invitation for someone to plug her ravenous cunt as she caught her breath. Her ribs ached from the strain of battling the ropes. Her hands were numb and cold, they had been bound for so long. Dull knives were being driven into her shoulder joints, were trying to pry them apart.
"Willing slut, isn't she?" Sandra observed as she slumped down beside Carl.
"Yep," Carl agreed.
"What are you going to do to her next?"
Carl thought awhile. His cock was hard, but not impatient. "I don't know."
"She any good at sucking cock?" "Like a vacuum cleaner." "There anything she won't do?"
Carl grinned. "Is there any way she can refuse, hog-tied the way she is?"
"I guess not."
Lynn felt weird, like a piece of furniture. They were discussing her as if she wasn't there. She was their toy to be used and abused as they wished. Suddenly, she became aware of a desperate need to pee. "I've got to go to the john," she said at last.
"Awww, does-ums our little one need to go potty?" Sandra asked.
"Please, I need to go bad," Lynn whimpered, crossing her legs.
"Maybe we should have her do it right where she's sitting," Sandra suggested.
Carl frowned. "Naw, that'd stink up the place." "You're right. Guess she'd better go outside," Sandra agreed. "Think she can make it by herself? Or should we help her?"
Carl grinned. "If we help her, then we can watch."
Sandra laughed. "You really are a pervert, you know that?"
"Please, no compliments," Carl retorted.
They hauled Lynn to her feet and held her when she swayed uncertainly for a moment. Then, flanking her, they guided her to the door of the shack and steadied her as she stepped out. The sun on her naked flesh made her intensely aware of her exposure and vulnerability. Her tits were aching from the binding and pinching. Her pussy was wet with hers and Carl's cum. She wiggled her fingers in an attempt to restore the circulation.
The need to piss was a hot iron skewer in her gut. They led her away from the cabin. The weeds whipped her naked legs. Finally, they stopped and turned to face her. She looked at them and saw no sympathy in their eyes at all.
"Please turn your backs?" she begged. "Not a chance," Carl said firmly.
"Come on, let's see your fountain," Sandra urged.
The tightness in her bladder was too excruciating to endure for long. Then she felt her twat sizzle as she thought about being watched. What was it Daddy had said? Something about pissing on Mom. The idea brought a wave of cuntal contractions, a knotting that squeezed out a burning dribble of piss.
Unable to hold it any longer, Lynn spread her legs. Squatting slightly, she battled to release her water.
With a gush, the dam broke. Her piss arched in the hot sun, spattered the weeds, made them dance and bob. Her twat went into strange orgasmic spasms that made the gush of urine wax and wane. Being watched made her feel like her whole body was being flogged with hot whips.
She wrung her bladder dry with a final convulsive squeeze of her internal muscles. Shaking, she straightened up. She could feel piss drying coldly on her pussy.
"I can't wipe," she complained.
"Why, so she can't," Carl noted. "Think we should help the poor thing, Sandra?"
Sandra looked at him questioningly, knowing he had something in mind. "No toilet paper," she pointed out.
Carl grinned, and Lynn's blood ran cold. "You once told me you'd do anything, remember?" Sandra grinned tensely. "I remember."
"So, how do you think you could wipe the piss off that sweet little pussy of hers?" Carl asked. "You really are a perverted son-of-a-bitch, aren't you," Sandra commented.
"Not going to make a liar out of yourself, are you?" Carl asked.
"You want me to wipe her with my mouth, don't you?"
"Damn straight." "And if I don't?" "There's more rope in the cabin."
Sandra shivered and her tits stiffened. Lynn realized with a jolt that Sandra was intensely aroused by the threat.
"That won't be necessary ... today," Sandra answered at last. She shoved Lynn away from the sodden patch of weeds so she wouldn't have to kneel in piss.
Lynn stood with her legs spread as Sandra knelt in the weeds and dust. The sun burned Lynn's distended tits as she looked down. Sandra tipped her head back and proceeded to lap up the glittering golden drops of piss that were clinging to Lynn's cunt hair. Then, parting the labes, Sandra darted her tongue into Lynn's slit. Lynn almost collapsed from the blast of pleasure that flamed through her. Shaking and shuddering, she moved her feet further apart, and humped her cunt toward Sandra's eagerly-working mouth.
Carl's cock hung from his groin like a heavy weight. He watched the lush brunette wipe Lynn's pussy clean. His dick was more than ready for another go - at one girl or another. But, wanting to wait a little longer, he relaxed and enjoyed Sandra licking Lynn's crotch.
Lynn began swaying as the tongue burrowed into her hot gash, stroked her dripping folds again and again and again. Sandra took long swipes that stroked cunt-hole, then pisser, and ended by striking fire on Lynn's clit. Sandra's fingers dragged Lynn's hairy labes wide apart until her tissues were stretched and stinging.
Carl, his cock a mammoth tower of horniness waiting to be buried somewhere, was still watching. Lynn began to cum again. The shuddering orgasm made the wilderness around her haze out. She swayed drunkenly in the sun. If it hadn't been for Sandra's hand on her cunt she would have fallen. As it was, she nearly did anyway. Then Carl grabbed her and dragged her away from Sandra.
"Fuck me," Lynn begged as he mauled her naked body. "Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me now, pleasepleaseplease."
Carl chuckled, and pushed her to her knees in the prickly, harsh weeds. With a hand on the back of her neck, he forced her face to the ground. Soon she had her cheek in the weeds, her ass high in the sun.
"Like a dog, I'll fuck you," he told her. "I'll fuck you like the bitch you are. Here, outdoors, trussed up like a pig, your face in the dirt."
"Fuck me," she moaned, her lust roaring higher at the grinding humiliation. "Please, fuck me." She remembered her father had plunged his cock into her from behind and was racked by a gut-knotting shudder.
Carl got to his knees behind her and aimed his cock at her cunt. Just above it was the dusky pucker of her bung. For a fleeting moment he was tempted to ram his dick into the smaller target. Then he decided to save it for another time, and drove his throbbing hard-on into her sodden twat with a single powerful thrust. He jammed the whole way into her in one stroke. It wrenched a moan out of her and ground her face in the dirt.
Bending over, he reached under her and found the jutting points of her tits. Pinching the protruding nubbins hard, he fucked his cock into her with quick animal drives. His balls swung, slapped her pussy with every stroke. The pool of cum in his gut was scalding him, knotting his groin, filling his firing chambers. He thought he could feel sperm seeping from his balls to his prostate.
"Owww," Lynn wailed as her tits were tortured and her cunt was pounded.
"Slut," Cad grunted, slamming into her. "Whore." He pounded his cock into her again, and felt flames erupt in his guts. "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" Quick hard drives punctuated every sharp curse.
His cock exploded like a flare in her belly. He felt jizz blister his dick as it roared down the barrel, then spattered Lynn's clutching, velvet depths.
Lynn felt his dork convulsing in her like a cannon barrel. She felt his jism hammer the end of her hole, singe her delicate membranes. Her cumming flared up in a fireball that wiped away every sensation but the cock hosing her guts. With a soft moan, she pushed back against his thrusting hips. She wanted to keep his jetting pin deep in her spasming hole until his convulsions faded to twitches and then died away completely.
With a soft moan of total ecstasy she slid forward. His pecker slipped free and spattered her butt with wetness. She toppled to her side in the weeds and dust and lay there, a helpless girl wound in coil after coil of rope, while cum drizzled slowly from her abused, sodden twat.
She became aware of a pattering rush of water in the weeds a few feet away and looked up. Carl, grasping his dick, was silhouetted against the sun. A glittering stream arced from the tip of his pecker as he pissed. Lynn had a mad urge to crawl under the golden shower. His stream cut off before she could gather enough strength to stir.
"Feel better?" Sandra asked him.
"Much," he answered. "Come on, we better get the ropes off her before she gets gangrene in her hands. Help me get her up and into the cabin."
Lynn was hauled to her feet, and then was half led, half carried into the shanty and eased down on the rickety bed. Carl unknotted and unwound the ropes. He struggled for a moment with her wrists, and then suddenly, she was free.
"Oh my God," she moaned as circulation returned to her fingers with a rush. They tingled and burned painfully. Her shoulders were in agony. She dragged her arms from behind her back and rubbed her rope burned wrists.
Nobody said anything while Carl and Sandra dressed. Lynn was too sore and exhausted to do anything but slump wearily on the bed. Then Sandra helped her up and slipped the shift on over her head. Getting her arms into the sleeves made Lynn gasp with pain. Her shoulders wouldn't let her forget what she had just endured.
Carl coiled the rope carefully and put it in the car. For a moment, they all sat there in the Caddy, Lynn in the center, and stared at the shanty.
Lynn knew she would be back. The thought brought hot hunger to a twat that should have been sated.