Chapter 6
Rhoda brayed like an ass.
Her lungs filled with air while her nostrils flared wildly. She was letting out strange-sounding strangled grunts. He was trying to stick that big thing into her ass, trying to screw his cock up her ass while holding tightly on to her hipbones. The woman was going crazy. The pain was terrible, making her belly buck and turn over. The big muscles in her thighs and ass cramped.
"No, stop, uhhghhhh..."
Tears of shame and rage rolled down her flushed cheeks. Several times Brad reached under her belly and toyed with her tits, squeezing her nipples, rolling them around while pinching the tiny rubbery tips. Rhoda let out a long breath, then sucked in more air, holding it there while she felt the big man trying to shove his cock in a little farther.
"Damn it," he muttered in frustration. "Relax, baby. This is gonna be better than any cunt-fuckin', " he said, slapping her ass again and again.
Rhoda couldn't think straight. The fire, the knife trailing along her cunt lips, had confused her. She was whimpering, unable to control her thoughts and emotions. How could she relax? She sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making every ounce of her heavy tits ache. She wished in a strange way that he would tear the aroused nubs off her tits.
"Come on, baby, come on."
He bent forward, draping his muscular body over hers like a rug. He bit her neck. Rhoda threw her head back. She raised herself up, her ass swiveling. She needed to feel a cock up her cunt, something good and hard and hot there. But instead this animal was trying to skewer her ass.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Rhoda whispered the terrible word, hoping Brad would change his tactics and move his cock over to her pussy. But the big man was adamant, still holding her tightly, still tightening his thigh muscles and trying to shove his dickhead up her tight shit-chute.
"Noooooo!"
The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt was driving her crazy. Even the pain shooting out of her ass-hole made her wild. Rhoda thrust back against Brad's dick like a dervish, her ass weaving, her back sagging at first, then arching. Rhoda couldn't control herself. She felt wanton, crazy and lustful, wanting every pore of her body violated by this animal.
"Huhhhrhwwawwh!"
Brad's fingernails clawed at the sensitive rim of her nipples. The woman grunted and sobbed with pain. The combination of the ungodly stretching in her shitter and the tough, gouging pain around her nipples drove her crazy.
"Shit, move it like that. like...ughhhhhh, like that, baby," Brad whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear.
"No, no, noooooo!"
Rhoda cursed and drooled, her head rolling from side to side. She clawed desperately at the bedspread, tugging wildly at the nylons still holding her wrists captive. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more stimulation. She forced her big-tipped tits against Brad's hands. The twisting, itchy agony in her nipples was unbearable.
"Shit, you're still too Goddamned tight," Brad said, moving off her body.
My cunt. Fuck my cunt! Rhoda thought desperately.
But, in spite of her arousal, she couldn't bring herself to say those words. Instead, she grunted and panted, hoping he'd get the idea. At times she was growling like a dog, letting out a low, harsh groan. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was growing hotter and hotter, threatening at times to explode.
Sometimes she hated the excitement, hated the cock and the hands causing it. She was a good woman, a moral one, a working girl who supported her daughter adequately. And then at other times the woman wanted more of what was happening to her-more pain, more excitement, more humiliation.
"Need a little lube job, I guess," Brad said, pulling his cock back with a squishy pop. Rhoda felt suddenly abandoned, left alone. She let out a long wail, then realized he was touching her ass-cheeks with his tongue. Yes, he was tonguing her, licking her ass the way Rex had done earlier. She felt his hands holding her tightly by the hips while he shoved his face into her asscrack.
"Ummmmmm!" Rhoda sighed, bouncing her ass up and down, flexing those buns, tightening them so they closed in around Brad's shoving nose.
She felt his wonderful tongue sliding up, up toward her pussy then going beyond that wet, sucking hole to her shitter. What a sensation it was-having his tongue getting stiff and entering her butt hole! At the same time Brad was playing with her clit, rubbing his fingers over her tiny sputtering nubbin as he rimmed her shitter. She growled, clawing at the coverlet, wishing she could tear her hands free and help him with the stimulation of her body.
"Yeah, nice and hot, nice and hot," he said over and over again.
He was scraping the sensitive slick insides of her pussy with two fingers now. She felt her cunt muscles fluttering, cramping against his invading digits. He licked her shitter clean. His unshaven face scraped against the smooth white flesh of her ass. Her cunt was making wet sucking sounds as he smacked his lips against her shitter. It was a feeling she'd never felt before! Rhoda loved the excitement rushing along her cunt and ass-hole now.
"Now let's see if you're ready," Brad said, getting up and placing his broad hands on both of her ass-cheeks.
Rhoda held her breath. He was pushing once more against her shitter, bracing his dickhead against her ass-hole. Her face drained of blood once again. She felt that wide, flanged head of his cock stretching her ass-hole, shoving inward, making her hole pucker with the increasing pressure.
"Unnoohhhhhh!" The woman jerked her head up. Her mouth opened. She gasped. Her muscles bulged as every inch of her body seemed excited, tormented.
"UGHHHH!"
The head of his cock had popped through! She felt the tense ring of her sphincter muscle suddenly give way, admitting his fat-headed cock. Rhoda heard Brad give a sigh of relief, his fingers working up and down her thighs. The widening head of his cock seemed to be bigger. Rhoda wept, tears rolling down her cheeks and splashing onto her whitened knuckles. The stretching sensation in her ass-hole was a strange feeling. It was as if someone were tearing her flesh to pieces, slowly, steadily ripping her body in two. And yet there was a growing excitement, an excitement related to and yet different from the one raging still in her pussy. "Oh!"
Brad played with her long nipples again. He twisted them, pinching her flesh cruelly. Rhoda thought surely that all that manipulation would make them bleed by now.
"Ohhhh!"
More inches of his stiff hard cockmeat slipped into her ass-hole. She thought she was going to pass out at times, especially when he slipped more than an inch in at a time. She was gasping hoarsely, begging him to go slow, even to stop. Then suddenly the pressure eased a bit in her ass. The cramps hurting her thighs and ass slackened. Rhoda breathed a sigh of relief.
Then suddenly Brad shoved hard again. Her legs and arms spasmed. Brad started to pull back. The pull-out was like a vacuum sucking at her belly. She couldn't stand it.
"Stop! Oh God, don't, don't do this to me!" she wailed.
"Man, you dig it, baby. You really dig it," Brad countered.
It was true. It was so obvious! Whether he fucked her in the cunt or the ass didn't matter any longer. He was touching her nipples, then drawing one hand back and toying with her pussy. She felt the walls of her cunt flutter, then crash in on his invading fingers. He knew she was fully aroused, wanting him, needing his fingers and dick.
"Ohhhh, yesss, yesss," she admitted shamelessly.
Her mind was completely confused. The overwhelming sexual joy was tempered a bit by the sense of what was happening to her. This man was a kidnapper, a tormentor who would degrade both her and her daughter. He'd kidnapped Marcie-he and his brother. This was only the beginning. From what she gleaned, there would be more trials both for her and her daughter before they were free of these animals.
"Move it, bitch! Move that fuckin' ass of yours!" he growled.
Rhoda did as she was told, wagging her buttocks. Of course he didn't have to order her to do it. Shivery thrills caused by the sliding of his cock made her move her ass sensuously back and forth. She let her belly sag, letting her tits drag over the smooth bedspread. Rhoda felt her guts filling with Brad's dick. There was a pressuring heat in her ass. She thought surely he'd be cumming soon, firing his hot load of jizz up her butt. He'd finish and relieve her ass of the killing pressure.
But Brad had stamina. When it seemed as if he was about to shoot, he backed off, not moving an inch while trying to catch his breath. Then she could feel his dick jerking in her ass-hole. The thought that he was so close, so close to shooting off in her shitter, drove Rhoda wild.
She clenched her assmuscles, prancing her ass around in the air frantically, feeling that hard lump of cockmeat throbbing against her shitter. At times, Rhoda could also feel his balls-big, hairy, leathery, resting against her buttocks. They were packed with jizz-hot, white, thick cum she felt she needed in her pussy. Oh, why, why didn't he pull his dick out of her shit-chute and shove it up her cunt?
"Huhhhrrr!"
Brad paused another time. He breathed heavily, his massive chest rising and falling irregularly. The big man didn't want to shoot off all at once. He hadn't had a woman like Rhoda for a long, long time. He couldn't believe this ordinary woman was carrying on like a first-class slut! He loved the way her sweaty ass moved, the way her shitter actually clutched at his prick. And when he moved his fingers around her cunt, he enjoyed feeling those tiny muscles cramping and closing down on him. Yes, he hadn't had anything quite like this woman for a long time, and he wasn't going to spoil the scene by popping off too soon.
Rhoda squealed, feeling her pussy going into spasms of need. Brad, she knew, was toying with her, purposely leading her up to the brink of orgasm, then backing down. She felt the hot skin of his cock massage the sensitive nerves of her ass.
"OHHHHHHMYGOD!" she screamed.
"Move it, you fuckin' cunt. Move that ass, oh shit, yeah, you fuckin' bitch-whore! Christ, is your daughter like you?"
"I don't...know, don't...know," Rhoda repeated over and over.
"OHHHHHH!" Brad sighed, holding back his cum.
The sliding of his cock as it moved deeper in her guts sent more shivery thrills through her ass. Rhoda loved feeling her guts being filled with the big man's load of iron-hard dick. She couldn't last much longer. Brad was toying with her clit too sensuously.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!"
He was moving his cock back and forth, faster and faster. She knew what this meant. He was growing tired of the foreplay, wanting to get off. The tempo of his ass-ripping fuck-strokes increased. Rhoda squeezed her ass-hole tight around him, trying to draw more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She didn't care how her shitter stretched with the fucking she was receiving. She just wanted his cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her shitter exploded, relieving her of the pain and achy itch that seemed to be coming from all parts of her body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Brad cried with each downward thrust.
Rhoda couldn't talk any more. Her pussy was fluttering out of control. Juice squirted out of her hole, spraying onto her thighs, dribbling down and staining the coverlet. It was going to be soon, oh so soon, when she'd have relief from...
"Baby, uhhhHHAHHHHHH!"
Brad threw himself over her, holding tightly onto her tits and belly as if he were afraid of crashing against the ceiling. He was shaking and jerking, his dick throbbing wildly in her ass-hole. She screamed, feeling a firestorm raging in her ass. He was cumming, shooting his jizz into her hole!
"Noooooo!" Rhoda answered with a wail.
She convulsed, her body swaying violently from side to side. At times she thought she was going to slide off the bed. Even the strong nylon bonds couldn't keep the two of them steady as their mutual cum exploded like a nuclear detonation. "Ughhh!"
Her tits were mashed against his hands. Her forehead banged against the headboard. All Rhoda felt that moment was the cum-shooting pole in her ass and the earth-shaking power of her own climax.
"Move it, bitch! MOVE IT!"
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt seemed to amplify the spasming feelings in her ass. Rhoda's mind whirled around. Every motion of Brad's dick heightened the wrenching torture racking her cunt and shitter.
He started pulling back from her several minutes later.
"No!" Rhoda cried.
She wanted his cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her climax was finished. Rhoda heard him chuckling, then she felt his softening dick sliding back into her ass. He held her tightly, working his thighs back and forth, his balls rubbing against her ass while she finished with her orgasm.
Rhoda kept on weeping. For a while her orgasm had been interrupted, sending too many hot signals up her spine. The woman fought to keep his dick up her ass-hole. The feeling was so different, so very different from anything she'd ever felt before.
"Work it out, baby! Work it on out!" Brad whispered, biting her ear, loving it when she went crazy under his big body.
Rhoda felt her ass-hole still fluttering. She jerked and twisted, feeling the last of those wonderful ass-hole and cunt spasms pass through her body. Oh, she was so wet, so exhausted! It was as if every ounce of her strength had evaporated with her sweat and pussy juice. Her arms buckled slowly and she fell on the bed.
"Nice, real nice," Brad said, reaching forward and untying the nylons that held her wrists bound to the headboard.
Rhoda was horrified. Oh, what had she done? She remembered vaguely how she had pranced her ass in the air for his dick, how she loved the way he pinched her nipples, touched her clit, stuck fingers up her pussy! She'd acted without morals, without a sense of shame, of guilt. If she could, she would have thrown herself out the window. But Brad was there, determined to have his way with her. And besides, there was Marcie!
"We gotta get goin', baby. I don't wanna have to kill the mutt when he comes to, know what I mean?" Brad said.
Rhoda rubbed her sore wrists. She rolled over on the bed and looked up at the big man. He was handsome in a brutal way. He had already slipped his cock back into his trousers.
"Come on, baby," he said impatiently.
Rhoda forced herself up from the bed, feeling his cum still oozing from her shitter. Stumbling around in the bedroom, the woman felt such an empty feeling in both her ass-hole and cunt. She shook as if she were having a fit. This was only the start, the beginning of some horrible ordeal that both she and her daughter would have to endure. Glancing nervously at Brad as she dressed, Rhoda wondered if Marcie were faring any better than she was at this moment.