Chapter 9
The ranch was crowded with a horde of people and vehicles. But the buildings were weathered and dilapidated, the corral was a broken-down jumble of logs, and inside, the main house smelled of dust and dry rot.
Ann guessed that someone had come out a few days before to put the place in shape. She also guessed that the place had been chosen because it was abandoned, and accessible only by a poorly-defined dirt road running through gullies and over ridges. Her current employers didn't want anyone stumbling in uninvited.
They were making a movie at the ranch. And Ann was to be in a featured role.
At first the crowd of people caused her to hope someone would help her escape. But the way everyone looked at her killed any hope. Everyone knew she was there against her will.
The part she was going to play was one no one would take willingly!
Ann was still uncertain as to what it would be. When she had been introduced to the two people in charge, a young couple named Mark and Sarah, they had smiled insincerely and said they hoped she would enjoy working with them. Sarah was as tall as Ann, slim, big-titted, beautiful. Her features were aristocratic and her eyes were a piercing, disconcerting blue beneath her raven hair. The look in her eye as she appraised Ann made the young widow's blood run cold.
After the introductions, Mark and Sarah had gone off. He was shorter than she was and seemed to be afraid of her. Ann had looked up at Burt, who had come along with her on the ride from the desert airstrip.
"What do they want with me?" Ann had asked.
"What does it matter?" laughed Burt. "You have to do it anyway. As long as they don't damage the merchandise, anything goes." Ann had shuddered.
Soon Ann was sitting under a tree, Burt beside her, while Mark was inside directing the film he and Sarah were starring in. Ann heard a scream from the building. Ann stopped in the act of rolling up the sleeves of her denim work shirt. The scream came again, prolonged and piercing in the noon stillness. It died away to sobbing, whether of agony or ecstasy Ann could not tell.
She looked at Burt. He gave her a slow half-smile and concentrated on his cigarette.
Half an hour later a crowd surged out of the ranch house. There hadn't been any more screams, just audible moans and cries of "fuck me!" and "harder! Faster!"
"You're up next," Burt said, getting to his feet. Ann got up too, dusting off the seat of her jeans.
Burt steered her over to the corral. The crew was setting up lights around it. They had been working on getting the corral back in order, and it looked surprisingly sound considering the shape it had been in that morning.
Ann and Burt walked to the open gate. Technicians arrived with cameras. "Sarah's on her way," someone said. "We might as well get started."
"Here's your big scene, baby," Burt said. He gave Ann a hard shove.
She fell on her hands and knees in the dust in the middle of the corral. When she looked up again, Burt was no longer standing there. Ann caught her breath.
When she'd met Sarah, the black-haired woman had been dressed much the same as she was, in jeans and boots, with a patterned shirt with the tails tied up under her tits to bare an expanse of tanned, firm midriff. But Sarah had changed clothes since Ann had seen her last.
Now she was wearing high-heeled cowboy boots, a fringed buckskin vest, and a black Stetson with a heavy silver band. And nothing else.
In one hand she carried a coiled black bullwhip.
Instinctively, Ann cringed away. "What's going on?" she asked, panic starting to tinge her voice. She brought up her hands. Behind her, a camera started with a whir.
The almost-naked Sarah stepped into the corral. Her lovely features were twisted with lust and cruelty. Heavy, red-tipped tits swung in the open front of the vest. The wine-dark nipples were stiff with passion.
Faster than Ann's eyes could follow, the whip snaked from its coil. There was a crack as it curled around her shoulders. She screamed and fell down.
On her knees in the thick dust, Ann looked up slowly and disbelievingly. Sarah stood a few feet away, leering down at her with the whip lying at her feet. Her wet pussy glittered in the afternoon sunlight with eager cunt juice.
Ann looked around at the extras dressed as cowpokes sitting on the rails of the corral and laughing at her. The whip hadn't touched her! Or rather, the ugly black leather had brushed her shoulders lightly.
Ann lifted a hand to feel her shoulder, unwilling to believe the vicious crack of the whip hadn't drawn blood. However, the back of her shirt was shredded from shoulder to shoulder. Then the whip sailed at her again.
She sucked in her breath. It hissed by her, cracked, and then slithered along her side with deceptive gentleness. It was deceptive because the blow laid the entire right side of her denim shirt open, exposing the quivering white skin of her belly to the merciless glare and the no less merciless laughter of the cowpokes.
Ann stared at Sarah. The other woman's icy blue gaze met hers. Sarah's bountiful tits jiggled madly as the whip licked out again. The left side of Ann's shirt was in tatters.
Ann crossed her arms protectively over her tits. A slow, evil smile crossed Sarah's face. "Don't think I won't hurt you, just because I haven't yet, slut," she said.
The whip lashed out. Ann shrieked as it wrapped like a tongue of fire around her belly. "God! Oh, God!" she gasped as she clutched at her stomach.
The cowboys hooted. The whip cracked twice more. The first blow tore the remnants of Ann's ruined shirt away. The second snapped the right cup off her bra and sent it skittering across the corral.
Sobbing with pain, Ann reeled back against the corral fence. She turned to face the railing, her hands trying to cover her vulnerable tits.
"Turn around!" Sarah commanded sternly. Ann shook her head as the whip cracked again. Splinters of gray wood flew from the rail to either side of Ann's head. She cowered against the fence with tears running down her face.
"Turn around, I said!" screamed Sarah, eyes snapping with rage. "Or I'll take the skin off your back in strips, you cringing bitch!"
Two more incredibly quick flicks of the whip caught Ann where her blue jeans were stretched tight across her lush asscheeks. She screamed and jumped, turning around with her tits flying free. One of the cuts had torn a diagonal rip across the seat of her jeans. The air felt cool on the welt beneath.
"That's better," Sarah nodded. She squared off facing her victim. The whip stirred restlessly in the dust at her feet.
The tip of the whip came up, curled lovingly around Ann's thigh. She recoiled, wincing, but there was no pain. It coiled around her other leg, was withdrawn, licked forward to wrap around her hips. Ann gave a little squeak as the end slapped painfully against the red stripe across her belly.
Sarah ran a red tongue across her full lips. The whip snaked out for Ann's bare tits. Before she could move the tip flicked her left nipple.
Ann cried out and covered her tits with her hands.
"Move your hands out of the way, slut," ordered Sarah, cracking the whip.
Ann didn't dare disobey. She looked for blood on her hand, found none. Then she realized that her reaction had been just that, reaction.
The flick of the whip had been no harder than a loving flick of a lover's fingers.
The black snake tweaked her other nipple. Instantly the nubbin stood up. It seemed to burn and throb. Ann moaned. Sarah grinned wickedly, ran a hand sensuously the length of her magnificent body. Her tits and torso gleamed with the sweat of exertion.
Sarah's slender-fingered hand lingered to play in the black pussy bush between her thighs. Then her whole body moved in an erotic symphony of supple motion as Sarah began to ply her whip with unbelievable expertise. First one nipple, then the other, she caressed with its black leather tip.
It was an incredible experience for Ann. Here was a half-nude woman whipping her tits with a bullwhip, and it felt good! The black snake licked at her nipples just this side of painfully, like an agile, teasing leather tongue. To Ann's, it felt like a skillful lover was both licking and lightly nipping her nipples at the same time. The caress of the whip made her boobs excruciatingly sensitive. Hot pleasure set Ann's rib cage on fire. Pussy oils started to flow into her panties.
At last the delightful torture stopped. Sarah strode forward, whip in hand, and stood before her victim. Cool fingers cupped under her captive's chin, lifted Ann's mouth to hers.
The nearness of the obviously-aroused Sarah was almost overwhelming. When the black-haired beauty's tongue flicked over Ann's lips they parted eagerly for a deep, tongue twining kiss. A breeze thrilled along the tips of Ann's swollen nipples.
Sarah lifted her head. She put a hand on Ann's tit. Her palm was damp with sweat. She squeezed the pliable mound of the flesh. Leaning forward, she rubbed the tip of her own hard, burgundy-hued nipple over Ann's. Animal sounds of pleasure escaped her throat.
"You're a lovely bitch," she told Ann huskily. She put a hand on the widow's shoulder. She began to press down, forcing Ann to her knees.
Ann tried to resist. The whip snapped in the dust, and she dropped obediently to her knees before the other woman. The musky odor of aroused cunt was heady and strong in her flaring nostrils.
"Now, bitch," Sarah said, breathing hard with anticipation. "Eat my pussy!"
To back up her command she twined strong fingers in Ann's long brown hair and dragged her face straight into her bush.
The crinkly hair grated Ann's face. The sun beat down on her bare shoulders. It wasn't as bad as it might have been, she tried to tell herself. The gaping mouth of Sarah's pussy touched her chin and a cool trickle ran down her slender throat,, It wasn't as if she'd never eaten pussy before. She had had to the week before, at the millionaire's mountain lodge. But Jeanelle's cunt had been dainty and sweet, lightly furred with soft red hair. The hair of Sarah's snatch was coarse, and it was rank with her sweat and the slick oils of her pussy.
The looming, booted woman cocked her hips forward. Her cuntlips kissed Ann like a mouth would. Her pussy was sweet and smoky tasting as Ann began to eat.
Sarah sighed. "Give head, baby," she urged. "Lap my pussy, that's right, now. Just eat me all up." She shook back her hair, her whole body vibrantly alive with lust and vitality. Her hips rolled, both to get the most out of the squirming tongue delving in her cunt and to let the camera record every last detail.
Feelings of lust awoke in Ann's own loins as she drank in the wine-like sauce from Sarah's aroused cunt. Eating Jeanelle had been repulsive at first, then mildly pleasurable. Mostly, however, Ann had kept herself detached from an act that would have disgusted her if she had allowed herself to think about it. She had gotten excited when she had felt an orgasm explode beneath her lips, but that had been it.
How different this was!
Sarah's cunt was dripping with oils and alive with motion as Ann's tongue probed into it. Her pert nose was pressed against the big hard button of Sarah's clit, and her breath gently stirred the hair around the pink open slit. Sarah's cunt lips enfolded her cheeks with a wet embrace.
Ann could feel a sheer animal vitality in this lovely, brutal, black-haired woman she had never encountered before. Sarah seemed to seethe with sexual energy. She soaked up the pleasure from her tongue-lashed cunt like a sponge, demanding more with every thrust and roll of her hips. Ann reached up to cup Sarah's ass.
The tongue slipped in and out of Sarah's cunt like a cock, but it twisted like a worm. In a delicious eternity that lasted no more than a couple of minutes, Sarah's body tensed and then shuddered with earthquake force.
"I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth. "My pussy is tearing itself apart for you, slut. You . . . are . . . making . . . me . . . come!"
Hot oil cascaded down Ann's chin. Her nipples were so swollen with desire they threatened to explode. "Arrrrrrrrrnnnnnngggggggggh," Sarah growled, grinding her cunt into Ann's eager face. Ann's fingers dug deep in her buttocks as she gobbled the woman's climaxing pussy.
With a wild cry Sarah tore free, spinning away like a ballet dancer. The whip was in her hand, and it flew through the air with a wild snap. "You've made me come!" she cried. "It's your turn for me to play with you!"
Shrinking back, Ann gaped in puzzlement. What had Sarah been doing? She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tasting the cunt juice smeared over her full lips. Even in her fear she had to admit it tasted good.
The whip slashed at the ground beside her. "On your feet, darling!" Sarah told her. "On your feet and face the fence. Snap it up!"
The whip cracked as Ann jumped to her feet. She turned to face the railing, wondering what the strange brunette had in store for her now.
Ann sensed a presence behind her and looked over her shoulder. Sarah was there and kissed her cheek, running a fervent hand down Ann's body. It massaged her breasts for a moment, slid down her belly and then with a quick motion undid the button of her jeans. Then it slipped inside the jeans into the waistband of Ann's panties.
The brown-haired widow moaned as Sarah's hand squeezed the mound of her pussy. She could feel her cunt sauces leak into the crotch of her panties. "You're wet and ready, aren't you?" Sarah asked, kneading the rubbery cunt-mound.
Ann's moan was answer enough. Sarah unzipped the fly of the jeans and stepped back again. She cracked her whip.
Ann felt the leather whip tug her jeans down off her hips. With six or seven quick cuts Sarah had the pants down past Ann's knees, without stinging her vulnerable butt once.
"How do you feel?" Sarah asked. Ann didn't answer. The whip slashed cruelly across her panty-covered buttocks.
Ann howled and tried to run. Sarah was on her at once, grappling with her from behind. Her nipples burned into Ann's back. She bore the fighting woman up into the fence. A cowhand handed her a rope.
Ann's wrists were quickly bound behind her back to an upright post. With a vindictive laugh Sarah stepped back and picked up her whip.
"Ow! Oh-ah! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEYY-AAAAAAAAAHHH!" howled Ann as the whip cut at her ass, peeling away the panties in shreds.
Ann's wrists were tied low so that she stood with her bared ass wagging in the afternoon air. The sun was already starting to sting the snowy globes. They were crisscrossed with a network of thin red lines. They felt like the bites of fire ants.
Once again the whip coiled around Ann's thigh, only this time the leather kissed naked flesh. The lash wrapped around the thigh and the tip flicked the hairy mound of her cunt. She yelped.
"That hurt," she whimpered.
The whip slid forward along the ground. It slithered between her legs and the end reared like a cobra's head to snap her exposed pussy. The lash went between the gaping, incredibly tender lips. It was only a gentle crack, but it was all the more excruciating for that. Her scream was long and agonizing.
"Didn't like that, did you dearest?" Sarah said tauntingly. "Try this, then. You might like it bettor."
The long black whip moved again. Once more the tip touched the gaping slash. Ann bit her lip.
Sarah was doing to her cunt what she'd done before to her tits. The now-caressing leather thrilled first the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, then licked like a tongue along the length of her pussy.
Reluctant pleasure welled up in Ann's loins. Her head swam, her vision blurred. She was dimly aware of a cameraman clambering into the corral to kneel beside her, shooting the action from close up. Then the knotted rawhide touched her clit, and she screamed again with all her might.
But this wasn't a scream of agony. It was ripped from Ann's lungs by the orgasm that exploded out of her pussy.
A drool of cunt juice ran down one thigh, leaving a glittering trail.
The whip continued to lick at Ann's pussy till her cries of pleasure were almost continuous. The camera whirred busily from almost below her belly. Flashbulbs seemed to be going off constantly inside her head.
Dust clogged her nostrils and threatened to fill her mouth. Ann didn't care. She was in the grip of relentless pleasure! Even the chafing of her wrists by the coarse rope didn't bother her. Sarah and her whip were driving her insane!
The exquisitely delightful assault of the whip stopped. Ann stood with her head hanging, panting and shaking. She heard heavy footsteps behind her.
Gentle fingers tickled Ann's upturned, widely-spread asscheeks. Then they slid down her flaming crack and slipped into her gaping, oozing, greedy pussy. "Ahhhhhh," Ann moaned and writhed around the fucking fingers.
"You ready?" Sarah asked. "You want fucked?" Eagerly Ann shook her head.
Ann could not see the black-haired girl reverse her grip on the whip and aim the butt end of the handle at her pussy. The cameraman moved in, hovering at Sarah's side as her fingers teased open the dripping pink cunt.
Ann felt something hard and leathery poke against her tightly-closed asshole. It slid down her asscrack as the woman's fingers had done, then poked at her cunt. "What's that?" she asked.
With a grunt, Sarah rammed the whip handle home in Ann's pussy. She jumped forward. "Ooooaaaaggggghhh!" she cried. "That hurts!"
"Does it?" Sarah asked brutally. "Does it really? Try-this!"
With unbelievable force she began to fuck Ann with the whip handle. Muscles rippled along her arm as she drove it in as far as it would go. Then she pulled it out, twisting it inside the twat. Ann gasped.
In! Out! In! Out! With jack-hammer speed Sarah pumped the leather-wrapped handle in and out of Ann's pussy. In seconds the leather was soaked and stained from the free-flowing oils of Ann's pussy.
In seconds the brown-haired woman had forgotten about the initial pain of penetration.
All she could think about was the pleasure of having her cunt crammed full!
The sight of the leather-covered rod disappearing into the gaping damp crack and then appearing again was almost too much for Sarah to take. Her own cunt juice ran down her legs in a stream as she avidly lucked her captive. The whimpering cry of her own climax came before Ann's.
"Oh!" Sarah cried softly, playing with her pussy with her free hand, "lake it in. baby. Minmmmmmmm!"
"Fuck me! Fuck your whip up my poor pussy!" pleaded Ann. "It's getting me off! I'm coming off!"
Orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her temptress was shaking uncontrollably with the fury of her own coming. But Sarah never wavered or slowed her fucking of Ann's pussy.
She fucked until Ann got weak in the knees. The widow cried out over and over, and came and came again and again. Ann sank to her knees as she climaxed. Sarah sank down behind her, crying out and coming at the same time, fucking herself with her whole hand as powerfully as she was fucking Ann with the whip!
At last their mutual ecstasy subsided in long wails of ultimate delight.
Ann sagged weakly against the post. Sarah collapsed atop her, letting go of the whip to wrap her arms around the tops of Ann's thighs as she crushed her cheek against the widow's ass in a burning embrace.
A ripple of hearty applause broke out spontaneously around the corral as cameramen, crew, and actors watched the two girls finish the scene.