Chapter 13
Sue could only think that Rita had drowned in the time it took Willie to drag her the length of the hall, forward to the largest and most luxurious of the three bedrooms. He lifted her, one hand coiled roughly in her blonde hair, the other cupped beneath her ass. The spike of his middle finger slid in her cunt as Willie jerked her off her feet, hurling her down on the bed.
"Uungh!" She fell on her back and her breath gushed out. That brought poor Rita to her mind. She must be drifting somewhere on the mucky lake bottom.
Sue shivered with grief, too horrified to move.
She looked harmless enough lying there on her back with her legs spread, but Willie had learned by now not to take chances. The pain of his nose throbbed as sharply as the heated excitement of his huge cock. He'd brought the ropes Amos had used to tie her on the deck. He'd also brought the long coiled whip.
Sue felt the slippery sheen of a satin bedspread beneath her, saw the brutal throb of a massive cock above. All thought of Rita blurred from her mind. It was the longest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever seen. Willie's cock had a huge red bulging head and it seemed to be leering hungrily through the slit of its single eye.
Willie moved swiftly, knotting her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.
"There now!" he said, towering above her. He was narrow at the waist with hard muscles flaring to shoulders almost wide enough to fill a door.
Sue cowered, eyes drifting again to his magnificent cock. She lay helpless before him, her cunt spread wide, and she could hardly wait
She hated herself for the animal craving she felt for his cock. A more civilized part of her mind shrank back in disgust. Willie was a beast, savage and cruel. His face was handsome, but he wore a wet lipped scowl like a rabid dog.
You're as much an animal as he is! her conscience roared. Your cunt is wet with lust and seething with desire. You can't take your eyes off his fucking cock. You want him to rani it in, you can hardly wait!
"No!" Sue screamed aloud.
"You're not ready," he said, misunderstanding the wild look in her eyes and the angry tremor of her voice. "Well, I'm gonna whip some fire into your lifeless cunt!"
He reared back and heaved with the braided lash, but it hit the low ceiling over head and crashed into the wall behind her. Sue gasped a shrill cry of relief,
"Ain't got room to use the whole length of it," he said, coiling it back in his hand. "Here . , . you hold this end!"
He reached out and worried the black-knotted handle of the whip into her yawning cunt slit.
"Oooh, GOD!" she wailed, watching horror stricken as he drove the thick whip handle deeper into her twat. A line of stitches along one side grated the tender inner walls of her cunt; rough like, the bulging veins of an overheated cock. The thick round knob at the and ground and twisted, spreading a circle of fiery pain as it sank in.
Rings of sleek muscle ached from the strain, parting smoothly to let the thick ball pass, then closing behind it, conforming themselves perfectly to the heavy shaft. Sue felt little pain after the initial shock, but a chilled feeling of rage and disgust lingered on. Sue gazed at the whip handle protruding obscenely from her twat and she thought she might throw up. A look of sickness spread across her pretty face, clouding her eyes and tensing her lips in a snarl.
"You hold on tight," he told her.
As if she had a choice
His hand slid up the long, tapering braid to about the middle. There he gripped it hard and swung the thin end of the whip down on her with a vicious swipe.
"Yyyeeeek!" Cold black leather burned her tit and stung the side of her neck.
She writhed and twisted from the pain as a flaming red welt swelled where the whip had struck. When it lashed and when he curled it back for another blurring stroke, Sue felt the handle lurch and twist deep in her cunt.
"Uuunnngh!" she groaned. "YYYYEEEE!"
He hit her on the other side, tracking her other fit with a crimson slash. This time he struck harder. The snapping tip of the whip bit into her skin at the side of her neck and raised a gleaming red drop of blood.
Sue wrenched her shoulders, trying to bring down her arms to cover her tits and face, but the heavy ropes chafed and dug into her wrists. She squirmed in torment, unable to move, unable to do anything except add to the smarting pain.
A piercing scream shot from her lips each time she felt the biting tip of the lash. She jerked in torment, tugging at the ropes, and then she fell back moaning, speared by the ugly black handle of the whip. Each hissing swing of the whip made it pulse inside her pussy like a living thing. It stirred her creamy oils and burned her seething cunt.
"Gggruungh" she said, working her cunt muscles to squeeze it out. She could not. If anything, the heavy-knobbed handle worked deeper in. She clamped her eyes tightly shut and screamed with all her remaining strength.
Her torment jolted . some dark place in Willie's mind. He delighted in her pain and suffering, watching her squirm and fight uselessly against the ropes that made her his slave.
Sue's lush body soon blazed with a waffle pattern of searing welts. Then she rolled her head in a swirl of silver-blonde hair, lips quaking in silent agony. She could not find breath to scream. Pain sank deep inside, filled her lungs with choking torment. Finally the handle of the whip slid out. She heard a soft wet pop, like the smack of lips and felt warm spasms in her cunt as muscles clenched cm the sudden void,
She rasped in half a breath of air and then felt it hiss away. Willie threw his weight on her and rammed in his cock Where the whip handle had been.
Startled pulses clawed at the head of his thick cock. His prick was twice as large as the knob of the whip. But softer. Her wild cunt spasms mauled and twisted it, bringing warm tears of delight to his eyes.
Willie liked what a vicious whipping could do- make even an unwilling cunt writhe with desire. Sue's pink twat-lips moved as though begging for relief, pleading for anything but another lash of the whip.
It amazed him how the motions of pain and the motions of love were so much alike. Even the sounds were the same, sharp cries and strangled gasps for air. He could not tell seething passion from bitter hate . . . and lie didn't care.
Sue felt the same confusion. She would have rather died than give him pleasure. Her body had been numbed by the brutal lashing. Tortured nerves simply refused to transmit more signals of pain. They twisted and shriveled until she felt nothing at all. But then when he threw himself down on top of her, she felt warmth, and her body began to respond in spite of her raging anger and screaming disgust.
"I hate your fucking cock!" she cried. "I'd rather have the damn handle of the whip! It was more human than you!"
But a different message came from her cunt, rapid pulses like radio code. Soft waves ran up and down the length of his invading shaft. Buttery smooth surges heated her musky oils and lathered the shaft of his cock.
Willie uttered a grunt of violent joy. "Your mouth says one thing, but your cunt says another. When I'm through fucking your cunt, your mouth will have changed its mind. Then I'll fuck it and when you're too weak to say anything at all, then I'm going to fuck your pretty ass!"
"Uuunngh!" Sue's teeth clenched in rage. Her wet cunt contorted itself the same way, but on the shaft of Willie's cock, it felt like an embrace of seething desire.
"You love it," he insisted. "I can feel it."
"If my twat had teeth, I'd bite it off," she moaned.
"And my cock would go right on fuckin' you all on its own!" He enjoyed tormenting her, loved the way it made her squirm.
Sue's mountainous tits pressed warm against his chest. Willie could feel her rigid nipples burn. He bent down suddenly and sucked one into his mouth with such force that Sue yelped in shock.
His tongue danced around her tit, sliding up and down the creamy dome. Where the whip had struck, she felt sharp echoes of burning pain from smooth skin - still soft and white she felt tingling waves of pleasure. She wanted to moan one moment and scream the next. Her whole body had become a crazy quilt of hate and desire. Pain and pleasure had become so thoroughly mixed in her tangled mind that Sue could no longer tell them apart.
She found herself moaning with joy in response to searing pain. She wailed shrill screams and begged him to stop when her body pitched and pleaded for more. Sue shuddered, thinking that she must be going insane.
"Uuuggghhh!" she said with a grunt of disgust, but she arched as much as the biting ropes would allow and forced more of her tit mound into his mouth. Even with his jaw spread wide, Willie could not swallow it all.
He gripped her other nipple with his hand and twirled it in a tight spiral while he screwed his hips and twisted into her cunt the other way. Sue felt wrung by conflicting forces, the frantic push-pull of hammering lust.
She muttered words of hate, but she breathed them warmly in his ear. She felt the vile taste of disgust rising in her throat, but gasped a frantic, "Fuck me!"
Raw passion had triumphed over an unwilling mind. The violence of her loathing became the intensity of desire. Sue could not help herself. She couldn't hold back any longer. The grinding shaft of his huge cock had become an auger of sheer delight. It twisted her mind the same way it twisted the soft, wet lining of her cunt. She gave one last feeble cry of revulsion and then began to wail.
"Fuck me. Fuck meee. FUCK MMMMEEEE!"
Edna slumped to the floor with a deep moan of satisfaction when the sleek, constricting waves of her cunt had wrung the last drop of thick jism from Amos' big cock. She lay still, subdued by the depth of her own pleasure.
She heard Sue's shrill cries rising from the room beneath the bridge. Angry shouts came first, then yelps of pain, and finally the demanding wail of joy. FUCK ME!" Sue was with Willie, she knew, the best-looking and most powerfully built of them all. Edna could hardly wait for her turn with him.
By arching her back and straining against the wire that bound her wrists, Edna found she could reach one finger between her legs, into the dark lips of her cunt slit. Just barely in. She felt the slippery flow of hot jism still wet on her cuntlips and she worked her fingers in a spiral, exciting herself once again.
"Looks like ole Enos musta used up all his air," Amos said after a glance down from the rail of the bridge. "He and that bald friend of yours are climbing back on deck.@
"Uuunngh," Edna groaned, tugging to reach her clit. Her wrists dragged over and caught on the throttle handle stuck out of her ass, wrenching it down and twisting the knob deep inside. She was shivering with thoughts of Willie's big cock and what he might do.
"Damn!" Amos said, "I ain't never fucked a bald bitch before."
Edna could see that he was ready to fuck someone. His hairy cock had started to rise again. Amos had been watching her twist and squirm on the floor, winding her finger into her cunt. But Edna wanted Willie now. She'd heard how tense and screaming strong Sue's cries were when she climaxed in the cabin below, and Edna's cunt ached to feel the same explosive force.
Amos gazed down again, eyes feasting on Rita's lush curves. She was sopping wet and shivering with delight, wrapping herself in a warm towel on the deck below.
"Sure would like to fuck her sweet cunt if her damn head didn't look like a billiard ball!"
AI brought a wig that Rita could wear!" Edna said with a flash of inspiration. "It's real hair ... long and fiery red."
"Oh, yeah?" A flicker of interest flashed in his eyes.
"I know most men like a woman with lots of hair," Edna said. "But I've always worn mine cut short."
"Not near as short as hers!" Amos laughed. "Where you got this long red wig at?"
"In the middle cabin," Edna said with an anxious moan. The simultaneous stirring of finger and throttle handle had her almost ready to climb the wall.
"I guess I'll give'em both a try. . .her and all her stuck-on hair." But he hesitated. He could see how hot Edna had gotten herself. He watched her joyous writhing and then decided it would be more of a challenge to warm the wet cunt that just crawled out of the lake. Besides that, he was anxious to try a redhead. After getting Amy McCoy all hot and then leaving her to Willie, Amos felt he'd been missing something, and he wasn't about to miss out on anything again.