voice.
For answer he slapped each of her buttocks in turn. She squirmed and tried to break free but his grasp tightened on her arm so strongly that she cried out with pain and stumbled forward.
“If you get my clothes and put me on a horse I'll arrange a pardon for you personally,” she urged with a sob. “You're all doomed-but you who are with me can be saved if you help me.”
He jabbed his thumb between her quivering buttocks as she finished her desperate speech and she cried out and tried again to squirm away. He pulled her back toward him to control her and felt her buttocks writhing against his erection. He joggled against her, crushing his penis against her flesh, rotating it around the inner banks of the ravine between them.
“You beast, you swine!” She was crying bitterly again. He rubbed his hands over her breasts and sucked her neck as she struggled vainly. He had to get in her quickly.
Flushed and perspiring, he pushed her forward again. He ran his hand down her spine, let it swoop out with the lift of her buttocks. She kicked back at him and he slashed the flat of his hand across her rump anew.
At a distance from the clearing where he could no longer hear the scuffling of activity, he tied her to a tree while he cut four stakes with his dagger. The stakes he shoved deep into the ground in a rough square. He went back to the tree and looked at his victim. Now that she was in his power he tortured himself, gloating over her body, taking his time in the preparation.
He kissed her lips and she started at the unexpected assault. The lips trembled under his and tried to drag away but he pressed on them hard and bit them so that a muffled cry of protest tried to escape from her throat. He moved his mouth off her and nibbled her nipples.
“Oh, you swine, you swine! If you touch me I promise you you'll be tortured to death!”
He sucked the breast, letting it bulge right into his mouth like a perfect rounded fruit. He moved his mouth again and kissed her belly. She tried to fight him off with her legs, but emotion was exhausting her.
Cesare stepped back after a while and slowly began to undress. He stripped gradually, garment by garment, feeling the cool touch of air on his naked flesh. He revealed his loins last and a tremor of excitement ran through his body as his penis shot warmly into the cool atmosphere and soared there, tensed up, in a static thrust against nothing.
He went close to her and untied her from the tree. She felt his naked body as he brushed against her and she began to fight, weeping almost hysterically at the same time. She was no match for him. He held her easily in his arms while he pressed his hot joint against her loins, against her behind as she twisted. His knob was a deep blood-color; it had moistened over. With a grunt of effort he pulled her to the ground and tied her wrist to one of the stakes.
She jerked against it while he held her other wrist and moved the second stake to a more suitable distance before tying the second wrist. He smiled with lustful satisfaction at his work and pulled her left leg wide out from her body, as near a right angle with her hips as he could make it. She tried to kick him, gasping with pain and rage. That leg fastened, he caught the other and pulled it wide, moving the last stake over. The angle between her thighs was now an obtuse one. It left wide and unprotected that mass of delight between her white columns. He gazed down at her. The lips of her vagina were pink and fleshy, a muff of hair receded from their surroundings.
Cesare walked in between her legs and pressed her vagina with his big toe. She gave a little scream and tried to recoil.
“You can have anything if you'll get me a horse,” she gasped, “pardon, money, jewels- anything you want!”
He inserted his toe slowly in her vagina. He felt it open and yield and he jogged his toe into her. His penis was sticking straight out from his loins like a handle; a drop of moisture dripped from it onto her belly.
He grinned and knelt down between her legs, staring at the opening he was going to fuck. He wanted to make her degradation complete. He lay down between her thighs with his face right up against her mossy opening. He pulled the lips wide apart with his thumbs and pushed his lips against her warm flesh. He kissed and licked and then he poked out his tongue into her hole.
Carlotta strained at her bonds and gasped out exclamations of horror and shock. “Please, please!” she begged. “No, no!”
Cesare continued to lick. He had found-the clitoris which was soft, unresponding and was sucking it hard, intending to hurt her physically as well as mentally.
At the same time he slipped his hands up under her behind, his fingers rustling on the bed of old leaves on which she was pinioned. Her buttocks squirmed tight and cringed at his touch. But so widely were her legs splayed apart that she couldn't hide her dark, little hole and he began to push it and pull it apart, so near to his lips.
“Oh, God, God, no, no!” Carlotta was almost in an hysterical delirium. But that only increased his thirst for revenge.
He released her anus after a while and caught both her wide-spread thighs, pulling her pelvis down at his mouth, pushing his tongue up into her passage as far as it would go. She was small, and obviously a virgin. He wondered if she'd bleed when he had her. He wondered if it would shame her more to bleed. Perhaps he shouldn't finger her too much for fear of making his passage easier.
He brought his tongue out of her and knelt up on both knees, looking at her body. She was a flesh and blood dummy there for him to use. There was nothing she could do or say to stop him from doing anything he wanted to in any way he pleased.
He lay down on her and slithered up her body. She gasped again at the horror of his weight on her and what it meant. Her breasts were firm and springy under him, balancing him up like two rubber cushions. Down at his thighs was a void, just the leaves under him, no thighs of hers, nothing. She was pulled too widely apart; there was just the almost horizontal line of legs and pelvis.
He put his hand down there and felt for her aperture. It was moist, but tight, difficult to open a little. He took his prick in his hand and aimed the knob at the small hole he'd found. She squirmed away, but there was no hope. She began to cry and to-mutter a prayer. His knob was against the little orifice. He drew back his hips a little and then lunged forward and up.
A choking cry of pain burst from her lips as he smashed through a tight channel, right in and up, bursting the hole all the way until it was just too tight to take the rest of his thickening stem.
He drew his prick back a little. It was so tight in her passage that he felt a stab of pain in his organ, a pain that was exciting because it seemed to draw the fluid from him with his first thrust. He rammed up again, tearing farther this time so that his teeth gritted with the painful ecstasy of it.
Carlotta uttered a low groan which seemed to expand and contract as if she couldn't get her breath. She seemed to fade into a half-stupor, still crying and very white.
The sight of her pale, agonized face acted as a spur to Cesare penetrating her. He wanted to get up and up, right up into her haughty belly so that he could see that haughty face creased in the painful knowledge that a man was raping her, shagging that guarded treasure of hers so that it was numb with pain.
The pull on his penis was like the hug of a mountain bear. It was almost unbearable, but just bearable because it was so exquisite at the same time.
He flexed his hips at the horizontal bar of her legs and pelvis in sharp, powerful movements. His prick ran solidly up, bringing his loins against the fleshy undersides of her thighs with a bump. He was panting hard. There was such a tight pull on his organ.
He felt warmth and wetness. She had bled. It made it easier. He crammed it in short strokes, flicking up the last with an extra thrust until he could feel his knob right up in her as something separate from the rest of his penis. It seemed to make contact with something in its path in addition to the crunching pressure all around its hot, drawn-back length of skin.
This seemed to be the most pulverizing screw he'd ever had, and the sweet sensation of vengeance made it all the better, all the more sadistically exciting to grit his teeth and curl back his lips in passion as he seared into her squirming channel.
He grasped and squeezed her thighs in a grip that brought her out of her semi-coma and made her groan with a fresh awareness of reality.
He slipped his arms around her, grazing them on the leaves, and hugged her to him, crushing her in his strong arms. She was utterly in his power, crushed in his arms, crushed by his great, in-tearing mast. As a final possession he crushed his lips again on hers, forcing them savagely apart, feeling them yield and slip back on her
