The plastic lid felt cool on Diana's ass. She raised her hands to fend Eric off. He grabbed her wrists, and hauled her up and out of the bathroom. 'Goddamn bitch,' he snarled, his almost-elegant manners forgotten. 'You nearly broke my nose with that cute little trick.'
He threw her down on the carpet. 'You'll wish you hadn't tried that,' Eric said. Diana tried to get up. He bent down and ripped the nightie off her cringing body. Then he slapped her.
She was on the floor, naked jugs bouncing. Before she could recover Eric had seized her hands again and was wrapping her wrists in thick black electrician's tape. When he was finished her arms were bound before her, held more securely by the tape than they would have been by any ropes.
Diana's cheek stung where he'd slapped her, and tears streamed down it. 'What do you want?' she cried. 'Why are you doing this to me?'
Some of Eric's suaveness had returned. 'What I want should be obvious,' he said dryly. He unfastened his belt and began to thread it out through the loops of his pants. 'As to why I'm doing what I'm about to do – that's so you'll know what happens if you try to resist!'
Diana shook her head, not understanding. Eric swung his arm. His belt lashed out and flattened her boobs with a stinging blow.
'Ahhhh!' shrieked Diana. She fell over backwards, auburn hair swirling, legs flying up to expose her pussy and saucy butt to the man's lust-maddened gaze.
Instinctively the naked woman brought up her bound arms to shield her tits. Her tits blazed with pain. The belt had landed across them, hitting the still-swollen nipples that crowned the mountainous jugs.
Her tits and especially the nipples were very sensitive, as the many screaming orgasms she'd gotten from Mike's lips and tongue working on her tits could attest. Now she found out something else about those lovely, nerve-rich tits of hers.
They were every bit as sensitive to pain as they were to pleasure!
'Don't hit me!' she moaned, rolling from side to side. 'Please don't hit me again!'
Eric laughed and swung the belt. It landed across the tops of her thighs – and squarely atop the dark-furred mound of her pussy. She howled and flopped onto her belly as her cunt exploded into an agony as fierce as that that ate at her tits.
In her pain-filled frenzy it never occurred to the captive that her assflesh, jutting invitingly into the air, would present a perfect target for the sadistic motel manager.
Eric brought the belt whistling down to a brutal impact on her naked ass. A wicked red line appeared crossing the crack of her tightly-clamped butt, to match the scarlet lines glowing on her tits and her crotch.
'Eeeeee-AAAIIIII!' Diana's nude body jackknifed into the air. Eric slashed her ass with the belt again as she rose up. She fell back screaming.
'No! Nooooo – stoopppp!' Diana's frenzied cries were in vain. Eric's rage at having the door slammed in his face had abated, but in its place was an uncontrollable torture lust – a mad desire to watch that perfect ass turn fiery red, to see and know the impact of the belt on his victim's ringing, naked flesh, to listen to her useless, pleading cries as he taught her who was slave and who was master!
Blow after blow landed on Diana's vulnerable ass. She flopped around as though the carpet was a red-hot oven. She thrashed on the floor in unbearable pain. Her agonized kicking did as much good as her appeals for mercy.
Eric knew no mercy. All he knew was the matchless delight of whipping succulent young female flesh, and hearing Diana's rich contralto breaking into hideous wailing screams, in counterpoint to the smack of leather on bare assflesh.
To Diana it felt as though a blowtorch was being taken to her ass. Each stroke of the belt, hard-driven by all the might of Eric's wiry arms, doubled the agony in her ass. Her already-sore tits were rubbed raw on the carpet, but the pain in her whipped jugs was nothing compared to the torment as Eric's belt licked avidly at her ass.
Sweat flew from Eric's long face as he lashed furiously at Diana's shapely rump. Her ass was no longer pure snowy white. Broad crimson welts covered her butt in a criss-cross pattern, making her ass look like a deranged Scotsman's tartan. She groveled on the floor, her body writhing like a long pale eel.
He brought the whip singing down right along the crack of his captive's ass. Diana's asscheeks were tightly clenched against the pain, and so her asshole was protected from the cruel stroke. All the same, the strap bit deeply into the tender assflesh.
'Ahhhhhhh!' Eric tossed the belt away and began to undress, savoring the sound of his captive's last hoarse, protracted cry of pain.
Diana's ass pulsated with agony. As she lay, limp and exhausted on the carpet. Her whipped and abraded jugs ached in pain. She was enveloped in a terrible totality of pain. Her face was soaked in tears.
What's happened? Diana wondered. How could something like this be? She knew some people got their kicks out of tying up and whipping naked women, but she'd never expected to meet one in real life.
Especially not on the first day of her honeymoon!
She sniffled. Her ass smoldered with pain. At least Eric was though with her now. He tired of whipping her. For a moment Diana feared her tormentor would kill her, but dismissed the idea. That would be going too far.
Hands gripped her waist and she was lifted into the air with surprising ease.
'What are you doing?' she gasped. Something stiff prodded into her buttcheeks, making her gasp with pain.
Large as she was, tall and full-bodied, Eric carried her as if she were a child. He bore her to the chest of drawers with the mirror attached. She raised her hands, uncertain as to what would come next. The edge of the chest shoved against her bare thighs.
Eric tipped his victim forward, then reached down and grabbed her thighs.
'Oh!' Diana exclaimed. Her arms and cheek were pressed against the smooth glass of the mirror. She was bent backwards like a bow. Her legs waved helplessly in space. Something hard slid between her inflamed asscheeks and jabbed at the tiny poopchute. Diana realized what Eric intended, and cried out in sudden fear.
He was going to fuck her ass with a bone-dry cock!
Her shrill, horrified cry seemed to spur him on. The conical cockhead shoved hard against her asshole. Diana fought with all the strength of her splendid body, but it was no good. Eric's fingers dug deeply into the padding over her hipbones. With a grunt of effort he plugged his cockhead into her poopchute.
'Uhhhhhhhh-gaaahhhh!' Pain shot up Diana's ass channel as the cockhead scraped the asshole. It felt like a dowel wrapped in sandpaper. What would the rest of that cock feel like when it was fucking her poor ass?
Eric was determined she would find out right away. He shifted his hands to her red-glowing ass, and the thumbs came down into her asscrack to draw the cheeks of her rump apart. Diana wailed as the thumbs pained the puffy flesh where his belt had landed.
He was driving his cock into her with excruciating slowness. The stretching of her asshole didn't bother her – Diana soon realized the tall man's cock was as slender as he, far skinnier than her husband's titanic prick. But the friction of the unlubricated cockmeat within the sensitive dry ass was a hideous rasping, as if a stick studded with broken glass were being jammed up her butt.
'N-nooooooo,' she sobbed desperately. 'Stop! Ghaaa – please! You're tearing me up inside!'
Eric laughed breathily. 'Would I do something like that?' he asked. Sweat rolled off his nose and landed on raw flesh. He laughed again as the woman flinched at the feel of salty sweat on her ass.
'I wouldn't want to spoil you for more games. But a little pain is good for you, don't you think?'
The pain in Diana's ass was too great for her to answer. It seemed Eric had been thrusting his prick up her ass for hours, and there was no sign that the agonizing cock tormenting her asshole was going to stop.
'H-how long?' she made herself choke. 'How… much… more… cock?'
'Only about half of it left, sweetheart,' Eric said jovially. 'You've got about – uhhh! – five and a half inches of good sturdy prick up your sweet asshole as of now!'
Diana groaned in disbelief and agony. If the half of Eric's cock rammed up her ass was five and a half inches, that meant his whole prick was eleven inches long! She sobbed. She couldn't stand having that much cock up her shredded asshole!
But she had no choice. As if reading her mind, Eric grabbed her more firmly and jammed the rest of his prick up her ass with a heave of his hips. All eleven inches of Eric's cock was planted in her aching asshole – and it
