Chapter 7

For a delicious moment, Ronni floated on a sea of pleasure. She felt Larry's huge prick fountaining jism into her pussy. Anita's whip came streaking down on her ass again. The agony set off a fresh spasm of orgasm in the captive's beautiful, bound body.

Ronni lay quivering from the intensity of her climax. Larry's spewing prick was so big and hard inside her cunt she could barely stand it. The solid­ity of his pectoral muscles thrilled her tits, and the hot glow from her whipped asscheeks fed the flames of her orgasm.

Larry's arms encircled her, squeezing the breath from her as her pussy squeezed burst after burst of cum from his mighty cock. The boy was still star­ing glassily at the ceiling as he fucked his prick in and out of the morass of Ronni's cunt. The rhythmic pressure of her contracting cunt on his cock sent pulses of pleasure shooting the length of his powerful body.

Finally, his prick delivered the last of his jism far into the greedy depths of Ronni's pussy. The cock continued to pulsate with the aftershocks of his tumultuous orgasm. Ronni's cunt kept sucking at Larry's prick even as it started to go limp.

A final spasm of orgasm sent Larry's limp cock shooting out of the captive's cunt in a welter of cum-diluted by clear, fragrant cunt oils. His cock dropped across the young man's crotch. Ronni's `slack-lipped cunt drooled jism and pussy-sauce.

Ronni let out a long, shaky breath. The agony in her abused ass warred with the warmth of climax that still filled her body. She felt Larry stir beneath her, disentangling himself from her bound arms. His chest excited her still-taut nipples as he slid out from under her. She went limp, lying on her belly with her red-welted ass up in the air, her cunt pleasantly full of delight and Larry's cum, her face cradled in her arms.

Something touched the back of her head and stroked down to her cheek. Anita stood nearby she'd shed her smock to stand naked before her startled prisoner. Several locks of her chestnut hair hung down beside her round, wicked face. Her areolas were big and dark. Her nipples stuck out like fat brown thumbs. A rivulet of shiny cunt-juice ran down the inside of her perfect thighs. The smell of hungry cunt was hot and musky in Ronni's nostrils.

Anita's eyes were beacons of green fire. "You t know what I want," Anita said hoarsely.

Numbly, Ronni shook her head.

Anita's pink tongue protruded from her mouth, it circling her full red lips. "Lick me," she whispered. "Lick my pussy. Make me feel good!"

Ronni stared at her. She didn't comprehend what the other girl was asking. Even though she'd just gotten off spectacularly while being whipped and raped by her captors, what Anita was ask­ing-almost pleading for her to do-was almost unimaginable. With a guilty start, she remembered wishing Anita would lick her pussy, earlier. Now her stomach turned at the very thought of doing the same for another woman-especially the wan-ton, sadistic slut who was responsible for her predicament!

Anita apparently thought that Ronni didn't understand. While she continued to pet Ronni's cheek, the other slipped across her magnificent body, cupping a full tit before stealing down across the slightly rounded belly and into the thick .thatch of fur that covered her cunt. Two fingers went into Anita's pussy, opening it like a pink-petalled flower blossoming before Ronni's eyes. Ronni gasped and turned away as the full aroma of that dripping, aroused twat hit her full in the face.

Anita slapped her. "Bitch!" she shouted: "You won't eat my pussy, huh? Not good enough for you? We'll see about that!"

Insane anger rang in Anita's voice. Ronni sat up, trying to swing her legs ' off the bed, trying to get away. The chain affixed to her right ankle stopped her short. She turned back to see what Anita was doing.

The cat-o'-nine-tails caught Ronni full across the tits. She shrieked as her tits flared with agony. She fell back, her legs kicking the air, her bound arms hugging tightly to her throbbing tits.

She felt iron-strong fingers grip one of her thighs and yank. Her legs parted involutarily. The whip sang viciously as it descended right on the gaping mouth of her pussy!

"Eeyaaahh!" she screamed as the knotted thongs bit the delicate lips of her cunt. The pain was unbearable.

Ronni tried to clamp her legs shut. The whip wrapped itself around the inside of her left thigh. The silky flesh burned intensely. Her legs spread apart instinctively, trying to escape the searing caress of leather.

Anita jerked her roughly around so that the chain drew tight again, pinning Ronni's right leg to the mattress. Then Anita put a hand on the inside of Ronni's left knee and pressed it down. Her legs were wide open. Her pussy was unfolded, totally exposed to the cruel touch of the whip.

Anita lost no time in bringing the whip into ac­tion again. Ronni's body rocked as if jolted by an electric current as the whip smacked her pussy. The leather flayed the insides of her pussy-flaps as the force of the blow drove her sore ass deep into the mattress.

"God! Oh it hurts-you're tearing my pussy to shreds!" Her wild screams of torment were cut off by a wet, warm mat that settled over her 'mouth. Her lips tried to close, feeling something slick and rubbery between them. An acrid taste and odor overwhelmed her.

Ronni's blue eyes, firmly closed against the pain, snapped open. Above her face, she saw two rounded, protruding brown mounds. In the crevice between those mounds was a dimpled depression with a small, tightly shut orifice. Crisp hair tickled Ronni's nostrils.

She recognized the smell.

It was Anita's cunt. The girl was sitting on her face!

Abruptly fresh fire raged in her own pussy. Ron­ni screamed.

Anita threw back her head and added her cry to Ronni's shout. "Yes! That feel so nice!"

It felt as though the lips of Ronni's pussy had been torn away. The agony pounded into her cunt with unbearable force. Hot cunt-sauces ran into her open mouth, choking her. "Eat my pussy," Anita commanded. "Make me feel real good. Or else I'll give you more of-this!"

For emphasis, Anita brought the whip screaming down again.

A shiver ran through Anita's legs. Ronni could feel the incredible excitement building in her tormentor's luscious body. The brunette's pussy-oils streamed into her mouth, down her cheeks. The scent of cunt made her stomach churn.

"This is your last warning!" she heard Anita cry/ The words were almost cut off by the walls of firm feminine flesh pressing against both sides of her head. "Lick my cunt and lick it good, or I'll really make you hurt, bitch!"

Ronni closed her eyes. For a moment, it seemed the world was spinning about her as though she were on a phonograph turntable. The touch of Anita's slimy pussy lips on her mouth was repug­nant enough. The idea of actively licking or suck­ing that moist, reeking mess of a pussy made her want to die.

But even dying would be preferable to feeling the whip on her pussy again.

Hesitantly, Ronni opened her mouth. Anita felt the motion and quivered expectantly. More cunt-oil oozed onto Ronni's mouth. The powerfully pussy-flavor came near to robbing her of her deter­mination. What would happen if the concentrated taste of pussy made her sick? Then she thought of the special evil light in Anita's eyes, and she thought about branding irons and screams in the night.

Ronni stuck out her tongue.

Anita sighed at the touch of Ronni's tongue sliding up between her waiting pussy-flaps. Ronni's stomach clenched into a knot . She'd never imagined that a woman's pussy-flavor would be this strong!

There was no turning back. Ronni fed an inch of tongue up into the hungering cunt. She felt the pleasure beginning to stir Anita to a slow, languorous rotation of the hips, swirling the oily pussy around Ronni's stabbing tongue. Ronni took a deep, pussy-scented breath and ran her tongue up the tender, tasty furrow of Anita's cunt.

The sliding caress of the tongue between Anita's velvety cunt lips thrilled her incredibly. The knowledge that the tongue, so inexpertly-but avidly-teasing her pussy, belonged to a very beautiful and very unwilling victim only made her carnal delight that much more intense!

Ronni's tongue reached the top of Anita's gash. Her tongue hesitated. Anita was poised above her, waiting eagerly, almost desperately, for the nerve-searing contact of Ronni's tongue against her swollen clit.

It didn't come. Ronni's nose was thrust far into Anita's pussy, and the air she breathed was thick with the aroma of well-lathered cunt. She pulled her nose from Anita's cunt lips and licked back down the drooling slash of her cunt.

"Damn you," Anita said. But she didn't lash out at her victim's exposed cunt.

Ronni ran her tongue up and down the slavering pussy-slit with long strokes. It was becoming easier all the time. The smell and taste wasn't bad, once you got used to its intensity. And there was something strange and sensuous about being able to literally feel the sexual pleasure tingling in Anita's nerves as her pussy was licked by her cap­tive's tongue. Even the rubbery feel and oily wetness of the pussymeat wasn't half bad. Anita's cunt lips had an odd, vital feeling to them, as if they were alive with the pleasure Ronni was dealing out.

Ronni's stroked back up Anita's cunt and her nose dipped into Anita's wet cunt-hole. This time Ronni didn't avoid touching the waiting clit with her tongue. Her tongue flicked out, dripping with pussy-sauce, and stabbed hard against her pearly clit.

"Oh, that's fine!" Anita bent backwards like a bow, cupping her ripe tits in eager hands, grinding her wide-open cunt down on Ronni's face. Ronni's nose plumbed deeper into the perfumed well of Anita's clit. They were operating on the same wavelength. Ronni could sense what made Anita's cunt feel good, and she could respond to its demands.

She found herself wanting to!

Anita's hands went down and fastened on Ron­ni's pale tits. She kneaded the pliant masses of suc­culent flesh, rolling the nipples under her palms.

"Uh, yesss!" Ronni sighed.

There was no denying it anymore. Ronni was getting turned-on by this-this Lesbian cunt lap-ping! And it didn't bother her.

Later, when the fires of lust that had replaced the fires of pain in her whipped pussy died down, would come the remorse, the shame, the sickness. But not now. All that existed was Anita's cunt, its rich sweet taste and delightful feel and the way it took the sensations Ronni's tongue dealt out.

In her fever of forbidden lust, it seemed to Ronni that Anita's pussy was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. She only wished her hands were free so that she could part the petals of Anita's pussy and let her tongue scour every square inch of delectable cunt-flesh, then hold the mouth of her cunt wide while her tongue explored its tempting depths. And she wished that Anita would return the favor!

It was as if the brown-haired young wanton read Ronni's mind. Her hands released Ronni's tits, and then she let herself fall forward so that her big tits were flattening themselves against Ronni's stomach. Ronni felt the hard nipples drilling into her chest. She moaned with excitement.

The rope and Anita's hand still held her legs far apart but there was no need to do so. Ronni wouldn't have refused Anita access to her cunt for anything in the world!

Anita breathed across Ronni's suddenly oozing pussy, and then Anita's mouth blended with the mouth of Ronni's cunt in a kiss that delighted Ron­ni to the depths of her soul. Anita sucked her pussy lips, wagging her head from side to side and suck­ing the flavorful cunt-dew from them while fabulous sensations raged in Ronni's pussy.

Her captor was paying her back with interest, and Ronni did her best to make sure Anita got as good as she gave. She brought her bound hands wriggling up so that her fingertips could part the upper end of Anita's cunt and bare her clit com­pletely to the attentions of her tongue. Ronni brought her tongue up, thrust it tantalizingly into the well of Anita's pussy, drawing it across the rumpled flesh of the girl's perineum to run linger­ingly around the rim of her asshole.

"Oh, yeah!" Anita moaned. This time Ronni felt the burning delight of words reverberating on her naked clit.

Anita licked Ronni's cunt dog-fashion-as Ron­ni had done to her at first. Then her fingers spread the black-bearded pussy wide. The clit stuck out like a pink marble from Ronni's cunt. She swirled her tongue in an ever-narrowing circle around it,taking sadistic delight at the way her captive tensed in unbearable anticipation. Anita prolonged the moment as long as she could, while Ronni's tongue went wild in her pussy. Then, feeling the relentless onslaught of orgasm, Anita fastened her lips firmly on the erect clit and sucked. Her tongue jabbed at the end of Ronni's imprisoned clit.

Ronni's ass bucked off the mattress, smashing her clit between her pubic bone and Anita's lower teeth. Her cunt seemed to be crawling with delight. Anita's brimming pussy was heaven to touch and to taste, and Ronni loved the feel of pleasure building in the other girl's perfect body.

All that was needed to make her own joy com­plete was to have something long and hard fucked into her hungry cunt!

Once again, Anita's knowledge of cunt-eating came to the rescue. While one hand held Ronni's cunt open, her other hand reached for the cat-o'-nine-tails and rammed seven inches of its handle up the black-haired girl's cunt!

The leather-wrapped handle driving up her pussy set Ronni off like a firecracker. She screamed and came, the violent clenchings of her cunt practically tearing the whip away from Anita's hand. Her body jerked and bucked as Ronni smashed her pussy against her tormentor's face, driving her clit into the other's eager mouth and impaling her pussy on the unyielding whip-handle.

Her forefingers dug in on either side of Anita's clit. Anita's eyes went wide. It was like having a cattle prod touched to her clit. Cunt juice flooded from her pussy and covered Ronni's nose.

Anita's incredibly skillful tongue never ceased its assault on the captive's inflated clit. She moved her head rapidly in a circle, rolling the trapped clit be­tween her teeth, while her hand furiously fucked the handle of the whip in and out of Ronni's cunt.

Somehow Ronni sensed her captor was teetering on the brink of orgasm. No matter how much she hated Anita, how much the brown-haired girl abused her-how much she'd certainly abuse her in the future-Ronni felt the overwhelming need to share her ecstasy with the girl whose fantastic cunt eating was making her come and come again!

It called for extreme. measures. She slurped her tongue in and out of Anita's pussy, twirling it around between the dripping, delicious pussy lips, until she could feel the tension built up in Anita's brown-furred pussy demanding release. Then she reached with her mouth and very gently nipped Anita's clit with her teeth.

Anita went insane. She thrust the whip handle farther into her captive's cunt, and practically sucked Ronni's clit out of its socket as a cataclysmic orgasm hit her like a falling building. The soggy, cunt-scented handle flew in and out of Ronni's cunt making a sucking noise-covering Anita's face with a fine spray of pussy-juice. Anita's head went from side to side, teasing the clit trapped in her mouth, whipping it with her tongue as savagely as she'd whipped it with the cat-o'-nine-tails only moments before.

The two girls, one tall and lean and raven-haired, the other brown-haired and tan and round, strove and squirmed together in the grip of orgasm after orgasm. Joined together-tasty young cunt to hungry young mouth-they drove each other to heights of ecstasy. Even Anita, experienced at giv­ing and receiving head, had never before known a cunt-eater that made her body so splendidly full of orgasmic delight.

Grunting and moaning and slobbering into each other's pussy, the girls rolled their faces between their partner's thighs until they were smeared all over with gleaming pussy oil. They ate cunt with single-minded devotion until they had wrung the last pulse of orgasm out of each other-and even then they lay in the honeyed aftermath of their shared climaxes and licked lovingly at the spent, savory mouths of each other's cunt.