felt like forty feet of splintery timber!
'Uh! Guuuhhhhh!' Diana could do no more than issue guttural noises of anguish. The pain in her asshole was soul-searing, unbearable. She knew the tender lining of her asshole had been torn beyond repair by the entry of the dry prick. She only hoped she'd die before she was tortured any more.
Oblivion was denied her. Eric stood for a moment, his captive's legs waving feebly to either side of him, relishing the incomparable tightness of the asshole wrapped around his lengthy stalk of cock. He panted like a dog.
Diana tried to draw a breath so she could scream. The pain in her asshole was terrible. Every beat of pulse in the cock buried in her asshole sent fresh stabs of pain up her poopchute and into her belly. The edge of the chest of drawers bit into her thighs. Her arms were pressed hard against the mirror, crushing her tender tits. Her cheek was flattened on the glass.
In the mirror she could see Eric's face, handsome and gloating with almost unearthly malice. He would have been almost irresistible to her in other circumstances, married or not. His body was lean and covered in wiry muscles, his eyes were blue and gleamed with a strange, overpowering light. His shoulders rocked from side to side as he moved his cock within her asshole, sending fresh torment lancing up her butt.
Then he fucked his cock out of her ass. It felt worse than it had plowing into her butt. 'Yaaaaahhhhhh!' she howled.
The cock shot out, of her ass as though fired from a gun. It was as though the flared head of his cock was honed to a sharp, scraping edge. It seemed to flay the skin from the inside of the screaming woman's asshole!
Gasping with lust, Eric yanked his cock free until only the head was trapped by the tight ring of Diana's asshole. Without pausing he plunged his prick full speed up her butt again. The shrill shriek of anguish from Diana's throat was music to his ears.
He fucked her ass as hard and fast and furiously as Mike had ever fucked her pussy. The pain in her ass channel seemed to grow and grow. Her nude body was in an incredibly cramped, unnatural position, but Diana barely noticed. The agony in her butthole demanded her entire attention!
Eric's face, reflected in the mirror, was like a malevolent balloon. His smile taunted her as his prick agonizingly violated her ass. His fingers were like steel claws digging into the juicy flesh of her rump.
Eric gave a series of short, explosive grunts as the thrill of torturing his beautiful prisoner blended with the sheer erotic joy of fucking a tight, hot, and inexpressibly lovely ass. God, it'll be nice playing games with this hot bitch, he thought, in the last moment of clarity before orgasm wiped out his conscious mind. I wonder how my sister is doing with her husband.
Then he gasped and drove all eleven inches of his cock up Diana's ass. A load of jism traveled the length of his prick and blew into her butt with shattering force.
It was as though a pipe were shooting live steam up her ass. With the lining of her ass channel raw from the friction of Eric's pumping prick, the salty come that suddenly filled her ass burned like lye.
'Ahhhh-ah! Yaaaaiiiiiii!' she heard her voice screaming as though from far away. The reflected image of her tormentor's face smiled even wider as his come began to leak from her agonized asshole.
CHAPTER FOUR
The screen flickered before Mike's lust-fogged eyes. Still dizzy from fucking Yvonne's fabulous tits, he watched snaky dark bands crawl across, the screen and resolve themselves into an image.
Mike blinked as the picture became clear. This certainly wasn't daytime television!
He saw a tall, slim man dragging a long-haired and slender woman out of a bathroom. The woman was dressed only in a nightie, which had fallen open to expose big well-shaped jugs and a downward pointing triangle of cunt fur. The black and white image gave no clue as to what the screaming woman's hair color was, except that it was dark.
He glanced at Yvonne. She gave him a cryptic smile. Her nipples were still huge, and drops of his come were drying on her tits. He looked back to the screen.
The tall man had ripped the nightgown off his victim and was wrapping her wrists with electrician's tape. Her arms blocked off Mike's view of her face. But from what he could see of her cringing, naked body, she was spectacularly lovely indeed!
Fascinated, Mike watched the man step back, pulling out his belt. Then he swung it and hit the nude woman hard across the tits.
The woman's face contorted with agony. Mike froze. It was the first time he'd had a good look at her face, and even twisted with the pain of her whipped jugs it was one well-known to him.
It was his wife Diana!
Instantly he was off the bed. The beginnings of another raging hard-on that had stiffened his cock as he watched the odd picture-show disappeared immediately.
'What the hell is going on?' he yelled at Yvonne.
She smiled at him. Her expression was maddening – but in a different way than it had been before.
'Don't worry…' she began calmly.
'Don't worry? That's my wife!' He glared at the TV set. 'Who is that man? Where is Diana? What's happening to her?'
The picture on the screen showed all too clearly what was happening. His brand-new wife was lying on her belly, writhing as if in terrible pain. And the tall man was flailing away at her ass with his belt!
Guilt rushed over Mike. Here he was – not five minutes ago he'd been fucking his cock abandonedly between Yvonne's luscious tits without a thought for Diana! And now his wife was a prisoner, being tortured by a strange, sadistic man while her husband watched helplessly.
Or maybe not so helplessly. Mike abruptly recognized the room he shared with his bride. He rushed past Yvonne and pulled open the door.
His first impression was of a great hulking form in the doorway, blocking the light. His second was of a fist the size of a hamhock rushing toward his face. Then all was black.
After what seemed an hour of terrible pulsating pain, Diana felt the eleven-inch prick give one last hearty throb and instantly begin to soften in her asshole. The wad of come the last cock-spurt had fired up her butt sizzled anew on the raw nerve-ends lining her ass channel. She could feel sperm percolating around the limp length of cock in her rump and leak slimily out of her outraged asshole.
Slowly the burning agony in her butt diminished. 'G-god,' she sobbed brokenly. 'I'm hurt – God, my asshole hurts! I'm all torn up inside!'
Eric laughed. 'Don't worry,' he said in a voice that trembled with the after-effects of his thunderous orgasm. He'd just finished fucking what seemed like gallons of his come up his victim's beautiful butt, and he was drained of more than the jism that ran so freely from Diana's asshole. It felt as if all the strength had fled his wiry frame.
'You think I'd do any permanent damage? I don't find new playmates often enough to dispose of them so casually.'
The implication of what her torturer said missed Diana completely. Eric's prick was no longer a brutal, steely shaft impaling her asshole and rubbing it raw. It had shrunk in her butthole, and his come, though it stung her rectum, did serve to lubricate her asshole. Now she was becoming aware of her other pains.
There were a lot of them. Her whipped tits blazed, and her ass felt as though the skin had been flayed. Her thighs hurt where the sharp edge of the chest of drawers dug into them. The muscles of her back ached from her body being forced backward into an unnatural position. The mirror's glass was unyielding on her cheek.
She looked back and forth from the reflected image of her attacker and the man himself. He was grinning at her, with sweat pouring down on his long face. She shuddered. The look of unholy satisfaction in his sapphire-blue eyes was like nothing she'd ever seen.
He laid his palms on her asscheeks. The once-satiny skin was rough and puffy with the welts of his belt. The buttcheeks twitched and Diana gave a small squeak of pain at his touch.
