Chapter 4

While Mr. Cross was having his fun with Mary Beth, Mr. Latzo was getting his rocks off with Portia. The tall, slim brunette was hanging by her wrist from the rope that dangled from the ceiling. Her feet were inches off the floor, and she was completely helpless, a fact which suited the big, red-haired gangster just fine.

"My specialty is whipping," he told her bluntly. "I just to love to whip women, especially when they're all tied up."

"What do you mean?" asked the women, her voice trembling. "I don't see any whips around here."

"You're right. So I'll just have to make do with this." Mr. Latzo then unbuckled his belt and drew it out of his pants.

Portia looked at the long wide leather belt with horror. Surely he wasn't going to actually use that on her! He had no reason to. He must be just trying to frighten her. Sure, that was it.

"First I have to get comfortable," said the big man, his red hair thick and bushy. He then stripped off his clothes.

With his mighty chest heaving and with his big, hairy cock jutting out, Mr. Latzo then walked around behind the woman and stood beside her big round ass. The leather belt dangled from his fist, and Portia suddenly got a sick feeling that the man was not just pretending. She strained her eyes to see what he was going to do next.

"No! Don't! Please!"

But Portia's cries were ignored. Mr. Latzo swung his thick leather belt into the woman's bare ass and set the two cheeks afire. The sharp crack of leather biting flesh filled the air around them, and the wicked sound was repeated again and again.

"Aaiieee!" screamed the woman as she flailed her long legs in vain. "Somebody help me! He's trying to kill me!"

But there was no one to help her. The fire-haired gangster grinned cruelly as he drove the belt into the woman's bare ass meat. His aim was deadly, and the power of his swing was brutal. He spread long red bruises all over her ass and the backs of her thighs, while Portia screamed hysterically.

The swish of the belt was followed by a wicked crack, and that was followed by a piercing scream as Mr. Latzo punished the woman mercilessly. He swung the. belt so hard and so often that his prick began to sway every which way. He took pleasure in the woman's pain, and he did his best to increase it.

She bucked and jerked desperately, but she was unable to escape the sting of the whip.

Mr. Latzo began laughing loudly as he continued to swing the thick leather belt. Portia was sure he had gone mad and would eventually kill her. Tears dripped down her cheeks as the fire raged throughout her ass, thighs, and back.

The man drove the belt into her left asscheek and deposited an ugly red bruise. Then he cracked the leather against her right asscheek and sent a roaring flame shooting up her spine. Her big ass was soon filled with scarlet crisscrosses, and the pain was making her very dizzy.

But before she could faint, Mr. Latzo stopped whipping her ass. She hung there, trembling, waiting for the next blow, but it never came. Instead, the big naked man walked around in front of her and looked her up and down.

"You won't need a sun tan now," he said, grinning. "At least not on your ass. But your titties are something else again. They're just too pale. I guess I'll have to take care of that."

"Please!" she cried when her head stopped spinning. "No more! I just can't take this much pain!"

Once again Mr. Latzo answered her by swinging the belt forward in a brutal manner. He struck her left tit this time and made it jiggle in a tantalizing fashion. Portia cringed with her eyes closed, not wanting to watch what the man was doing to her.

The swishing sounds became louder as the belt struck her firm, pointed titties in many places. The big mounds were knocked this way and that, and made to swell and throb with hot blood. It was as if someone were holding a torch to her tits, and the fire consuming her flesh.

"Iieee!" she screamed, and she kicked out at the man in a desperate attempt to drive him away from her.

But instead of driving him away, she only made the man mad. Mr. Latzo turned the belt on her legs and began to slash away at her soft thighs. The leather cut into her thigh meat viciously, and she winced from the pain.

The man beat her cruelly, making the room ring with the sounds of leather striking bare flesh. He swung the belt again and again, striking not only her thighs, but her hips and belly as well. The leather even cracked against her pussy mound every now and then, parting the thick cunt hairs.

"Burn, bitch, burn!" he cried out as he whipped the hell out of her. "Feel my mother-fucking belt!"

He tits, belly, hips, and thighs felt his belt again and again, and she once more began to grow dizzy. Her screams turned into a series of low moans, for the fire had now spread throughout her whole body. She even wondered if the multitude of red slash marks that now covered her body would ever heal.

But again Mr. Latzo stopped the whipping just in time. Portia's head spun crazily, but she was still conscious when the man dropped the belt to the floor. She let out a long sigh of relief, glad that the whipping was over, but she knew that some other method of torture was in store for her. The man's swollen prick and evil grin told her that.

"All that whipping made my cock hard," he told her as he caressed her waist and hips. "I'm horny as shit." Then he reached around her with one hand and started squeezing her ass. "I think it's time we fucked now, bitch. I want to see if your asshole is as hot as it looks."

"My asshole! You're not going to stick your finger in there, are you?" she asked, remembering what the guard had done to her.

"Don't worry, bitch. I'm not going to stick my finger in your asshole." The man then walked around behind her and seized her slim waist. "I'm going to shove my big prick into that greasy little shit tube!" And he lunged forward, driving his cock into her ass crack.

"Eeeee!" squealed Portia, wholly unprepared for the man's attack. "Wh-what are you doing? Oh, shit! Not your cock! It hurt when the guard used his finger. If you use your cock, I'll die." She tried to twist away from the man, but he sank his nails into her soft hips and pinned her tight.

"Relax, bitch. I'm just going to tighten your bowels a little. A good hard ass-fuck can be really invigorating."

Mr. Latzo, with his fat cock bulb pressing against her ass, began thrusting his hips in an effort to penetrate her tight asshole. He jarred Portia's whole body and drove apart her big asscheeks, finally breaking through her tightly clinging ass ring. A gust of heat blasted his prick head as he drove it deep into her ass.

"Aagh!" she cried as her ass hole walls were stretched out of shape. "Oh, my poor asshole! Eeeee!"

Mr. Latzo kept pushing until his balls were snug against her asscheeks. Then he held his prick in deep, enjoying the tight fit. Portia's asshole membranes were clinging to his cock shaft, setting it afire, and he was loving it.

Portia could feel the man's huge cock throbbing deep inside her ass. The heat and the pressure were so intense she was afraid her ass would explode. So, in order to relieve some of the pressure, she began wriggling her hips this way and that, her actions almost shaking his cock loose.

"Why, you bitch!" said the man, not liking what she was trying to do. "My prick is in you to stay!" He then slammed his cock in as deep as it would go and started clawing at her ass cheeks.

Portia involuntarily clamped her asshole muscles around the man's cock and started pumping. His cock heat was burning her tender membranes and making her crazy. She had never known anything like it before, and she kept pumping as hard as she could, not knowing what else to do.

"Ohhh!" groaned Mr. Latzo, his hairy chest pressing tight against the woman's back. "I feel your heat, bitch! Shiiyyiit!"

The gangster began to pump his cock in and out of her shitty asshole. Though her asshole muscles gripped his cock tightly, his hard thrusts broke free of them and allowed him to spear her tight asshole at will. He made her asscheeks and titties jiggle enticingly as he drove his big prick in and out of her asshole.

"Ahhh!" cried Portia, shaking her head. "Oh, what a cock! It's turning my guts inside out! I can feel it in my belly!"

Mr. Latzo then tried his best to slam his prick head up into her belly. Again and again he hammered her, his wild thrusts churning her shit juices and jolting the hell out of her asshole walls.

As his bulb plowed into her asshole walls, his heavy nuts hammered her ass cheeks. He turned her big round mounds of ass flesh redder than they already were, and made them hurt even more. Portia thrust her ass back into him, hoping to ease the pain.

"Mmmm!" moaned the red-haired gangster. "I just love hot buttery assholes. They make my cock feel so good."

Mr. Latzo then began to punish the woman for thrusting her ass back into him. He jarred her so hard he made her teeth rattle. Squishing sounds mingled with the flesh slapping sounds as he turned her shit juices into a soupy mess.

His cock slammed deep again and again, and she cried out each time. Each forward thrust of his cock made her think that her asshole would be split apart, while each backward pull made her fear that her asshole would be turned inside out. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip, hoping he would soon climax and pull his cock completely out of her.

Portia didn't know how close the man actually was to climaxing. He pulled her tighter to him and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Then he drove his nails deeper into her luscious hips. Holding on to her tight, he started pounding the hell out of her ass, each thrust spraying shit juice all over her ass cheeks.

"Ahhh!" he cried, biting her shoulder and, at the same time, soothing the bite with his spit. "I can't take it anymore! It's too fucking hot! Oh, damn! I'm coming!"

With a flurry of thrusts Mr. Latzo came inside the woman's asshole. Hot cum erupted from his cock and blasted Portia's asshole walls. The steaming jizz burned the hell out of her guts and made her trembled from head to toe.

The big man kept pumping his spurting cock, intent on giving the woman every drop of his cum. The fiery fuck juice mingled with the woman's churned shit juice and made her asshole very sloppy. She frowned and whimpered as the dirty squishing noises reached her ears.

By the time Mr. Latzo's cock went limp Portia's asshole was full of hot jizz. He gave her a few more strokes, each one making her asscheeks jiggle. Then he pulled his cock out of her, its exit making a sickening sucking noise.

Portia sighed deeply when her asshole was unplugged. The feeling of emptiness that then overcame her was too delightful to describe. She was so relieved she didn't even mind the steady flow of cum and shit juice oozing down her ass crack.

"Not bad," said Mr. Latzo as he wiped his cock dry on the back of Portia's thigh. "Not bad at all. You've got a sweet ass, baby ... Now, let's try something else."

Portia watched as the man came back around in front of her and fell to his knees. She knew what he wanted to do even before he grabbed her long legs and threw them up over his shoulders. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she awaited his thick lips.

"Eeee!" she squealed when his tongue flickered over her cunt lips. "Oooooh!" A sudden spasm shot up her spine, and she shivered all over.

Mr. Latzo didn't waste much time. Determined to taste the woman's bushy pussy, he forced his face deeper between her open legs and snaked his tongue through her thick black cunt hairs. The cunt hairs tickled his nose and lips, but he stroked them, anyway, making them very wet.

"Eeee!" Portia bucked her ass forward as the man's hot breath jolted her clit.

Mr. Latzo ran his tongue up and down Portia's cunt lips, parting her cunt hairs so he could taste her sweet cunt meat. At the same time, he clawed her shapely thighs in order to hold her still. It was obvious that he wasn't yet through taking advantage of her.

The man's long thick tongue slithered along her delicate pussy lips, tantalizing them with spit and heat. Portia found herself shivering and gasping as the blissful sensation raced up to her brain. Then the man's tongue slipped into her pussy crack and she nearly died.

"Ahhh!" she howled, her eyes bugging out. "Eeeee! Don't do that! I can't stand it! I don't let any man do that to me!"

But Mr. Latzo didn't seem to care what Portia allowed and didn't allow. He continued to explore her deep cunt crack, his tongue stroking its entire length. He lapped up pussy juice and deposited gobs of spit as he wreaked havoc throughout her pussy.

Portia squealed and gasped repeatedly as she looked down at the mass of red hair between her thighs. She couldn't even see the man's face, for it was nestled tight against her pussy, but she could hear the lewd sucking and slurping noises that emanated from his mouth. The noises were enough to make her sick,

Mr. Latzo licked the woman's pussy membranes eagerly. His hard, determined strokes turned the slick membranes red and made them swell. He could even feel the blood gushing through her pussy veins, the liquid pumped by his hot tongue.

A loud slurp reached her ears as the man sucked out a gob of cunt juice and swallowed it. Then she began squealing again when the gangster started working his tongue up and down her cunt hole. The nerves on her cunt walls were jolted mercilessly, and her little clit was rocked with spasms.

With pussy hairs delving into his nostrils, impairing his breathing, Mr. Latzo tongue-fucked the woman half to death. He speared her pussy walls from all directions. He drove apart her cunt lips. He soaked her pussy hole with his spit. He could tell by her loud, ragged breathing that he was burning the hell out of her.

"Shiiyyiit!" moaned the woman as spasms shot through her cunt. "I'm dying! Oh, my pussy! My pussy! Help meee!"

The spasms grew stronger as the tongue reached deeper. Soon her whole body was jerking uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled in circles, her lips quivering. Her pussy started twitching and soon her pussy juices erupted and almost drowned the red-haired pussy-eater.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She pumped out her fuck juices as her mind reeled with blissful spasms.