bonds. 'Let me go. My-my tits are getting sunburned.'
Standing with her hands on her lush hips, next to the oddly-shaped frame to which her captive was bound, Yvonne shook her head and clucked with mock concern. 'Poor baby,' she said. 'Such lovely tits you have. We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now, would we?'
She glanced over her shoulder, toward a corner of the motel. Traffic swished by on the highway beyond. Diana wanted to scream for help, but she knew very well no sound would carry above the sound of the fast- moving cars.
Yvonne's nipples were hard. 'In just a minute,' she said with a lascivious smile, 'we'll have some shade for you.'
A heavy smell hung in the hot, still air. Diana's eyes moved to her captor's crotch. Cunt juice dewed the tufted fur between her thighs, and a gleaming trail of pussy oil ran down the inside of one long leg. Yvonne and her brother had something mysterious in store for their beautiful prisoner, and the black-haired woman was obviously horny as hell at the very thought of it.
Diana had a feeling that, whatever it was, it was going to be extremely unpleasant for her.
'I'm sorry, Di, honey,' her husband said. A heavy post had been driven into the bare earth behind the motel, and Mike Burden was chained to it. He'd strained against his fetters till the muscles of his thick arms had stood out in bold relief, to no avail. 'I wish to God there was something I could do.'
Diana looked at him. His blunt, square face was filled with concern and pain. He was blaming himself for all this, she knew. If he hadn't let Yvonne seduce him into fucking her tits, his new young wife would not have been put through the terrible indignities she'd undergone – and wouldn't be tied nude beneath the blazing desert sun, awaiting some new degradation or torture.
But Diana couldn't blame her husband. Not after the way she'd behaved.
When Yvonne had eaten her pussy, Diana had experienced a pleasure so intense she could barely believe it. She had responded eagerly, her tongue whipping Yvonne's cunt juice to a froth and setting off another orgasm in that moonwhite body within moments. Then she had come too from Yvonne energetically tonguefucking her pussy. Her strong thighs had locked around that ebony-haired head and she'd impaled her pussy on the woman's tongue as though it were a cock. Her pussy walls had caressed the cunt-probing, squeezing it like soft intimate fingers as Diana drank down Yvonne's pussy sauce.
That had been sheer delight. But then, when her own climaxes had subsided to a sweet afterglow, Yvonne had rolled off Diana and had her brother and Frank the handyman drag the naked prisoner, cunt juice drying on her face, out to the back and tie her to the wooden framework. Then they'd brought out Mike and chained him to the pole.
For the tenth time since being tied to it Diana wondered at the purpose of the frame. It had probably been built especially by the apish handyman – and not doubt expressly for whatever torment Eric and Yvonne had planned for their captive.
It was a big 'X' made of boards, and then nailed to a platform so that it rested at an angle.
Diana had been tied to it by her wrists and ankles, so that her pussy was exposed, vulnerable for whatever sort of abuse was in store for it. To either side of the intersection of the arms of the 'X' were little shelves like steps. There was also an extra arm to support her back, and a padded rest for her head. How considerate of them, she thought ironically.
The sunlight stung her tits and belly. She wondered why it hadn't occurred to her captors to shave her pussy so that it could feel the full effects of the burning sun as well. She damned well wasn't going to suggest it to them!
CHAPTER NINE
'Uhhhhhhhh,' Diana moaned, more in sheer fear than physical discomfort. 'Stop it. Please – I can't take this! You don't really want to do this – oh, pleeeeeeeaaaase!'
Beneath her she thought she could hear ominous crackling sounds. There was very little heat from the coals. The metal grill she was bound to was cool beneath her butt and back.
'Don't worry,' Yvonne said happily. 'It won't hurt – for a while. Then it will hurt quite a lot.' She smiled. The light of the kerosene lanterns on the ground all around the barbecue pit cast demonic shadows on her beautiful face.
Now he knew why Eric and Yvonne couldn't find prostitutes to play their games with. They planned to torture Diana to death!
The gravel was hard and lumpy under his bare buttocks. He barely noticed the discomfort. All his attention was riveted on his wife, tied naked to a grill above a pit full of live coals.
Yvonne bent over and pulled a garden trowel out of the earth. Then she got down on her knees beside the pit. 'Here, while we're waiting for the coals to get good and hot, let's play with this,' she said.
The whites of Diana's eyes gleamed in the lamplight. 'What are you going to do?' she quavered.
Yvonne ran a finger down the slit of Diana's pussy. Then she put a finger up the captive's cunt. Another followed it. Then she spread the fingers to open Diana's pussy wide. 'Just this,' she said, and jammed the broad blade of the trowel into the gaping cunt!
Diana screamed anti bucked on the grill. It seemed that her pussy was being sliced to ribbons. Then Yvonne yanked upwards on the handle of the implement, moving it like a lever in Diana's cunt. The blade stretched her cunt walls in a unique way, a way she'd never imagined, and then began crushing her clit against her pubic bone.
In a flash pain turned to pleasure – edged with pain, but still pleasure, pleasure so intense that Diana groaned and began to roll her hips and fuck her pussy on the hard metal blade. It wasn't sharp enough to damage her cunt, she knew. But its edges scraped the lining of her cunt and gave her a whole slew of sensations she'd never dreamed of!
Her cunt began to drool. Pussy oils covered the silvery blade. At the smell of cunt honey Yvonne moaned like a cat and began to turn the trowel in her captive's cunt.
'Come on!' she groaned. 'Eric – Frank. You know what I like. Give it to me! Let me feel those lovely cocks!'
The two men emerged from the darkness, naked as the others. Both their cocks were rock-hard and ready to fuck Yvonne. The sight of that exquisitely lovely body tied over glowing coals – still cool, but gradually heating up to well past the limits of bearability – would have turned them on enough without the pleading invitation!
Still working the trowel in her captive's pussy, Yvonne lay on her side and lifted a perfect, sculptured leg. Eric lay behind her and ran his prick into her pussy. The woman's cunt was full of sweet oil. The long cock went in easily to the hilt.
Yvonne murmured happily and cocked her hips back and forth. Eric lay for a moment, enjoying the feel of his sister's hot pussy working around his cock. Then he pulled the cock out of her cunt with breathtaking slowness.
'Get ready,' he whispered, licking her ear. 'I'm going to ram this great big cock of mine clear up your sweet ass!'
'Yes,' Yvonne almost sobbed. 'Oh yessss!'
Her brother's cock slipped free of her pussy. Instantly Frank the handyman lay down on the ground before her, took hold of her tits with huge, hairy hands, and fucked his fat cock into her cunt with brutal force. 'Aaahh!' she screamed.
As Frank began fucking her, Eric took his cock in hand and guided its head to the tiny opening of his sister's asshole. He probed at her asshole with a fingers. The circle of her asshole was loose and ready and waiting for his prick!
Even as Yvonne panted in anticipation of her brother's mighty tool being shoved into her asshole she started fucking the trowel in and out of Diana's pussy. Beneath the captive the coals were growing warm. As yet the heat was nothing to the fire of lust that burned in her pussy! She was about to be subjected to agony like nothing she could imagine, but still the lovely, auburn-haired Diana was horny as hell. Perhaps it was a subconscious desire to
