He started pulling his limber prick from her come-gorged asshole. The breath rushed in sharply over her gritted teeth. Even with the slippery jism to grease her ass channel, that long cock hurt horribly coming out of her ass.
Torrents of come ran from Diana's asshole as the cock slid free. It popped out and fell, down between Eric's thighs. Come stretched between the tip of the prick and the gaping, inflamed asshole. Diana's sphincter muscle shut her poopchute and cut the rope of come. It fell to the carpet.
'Ahhhh.' With a sigh of satisfaction, Eric stepped away from his victim. Her nude body began to slip back. She relaxed. Her cheek moved squeakily down the mirror and she collapsed to the floor.
The rough nap of the carpet pained her already-anguished body. She began to sob. Her tits quaked, squeezed together between her bound forearms so that the nipples stuck out like fingers.
But Eric wasn't through with her. The first sound she heard was the hated whine of the belt through the cool air of the motel room. The leather wrapped almost caressingly around a red-glowing asscheek. The tip stung like a scorpion at the exposed lips of her pussy.
'Gahhhhh!' Diana rolled frantically away from him. 'Go away! Oh, my pussy hurts! Why can't you leave me alone?'
'Oh, don't be that way, Diana dear. The day's just begun. Aren't you eager to see what else it has in store for you?'
'No!'
The belt descended. Leather struck her asscheek which was already welted from ruthless blows. Diana screamed.
'What do you want me to do?' she shrieked, when the pain had subsided enough for her to form words.
'Stand up.'
Diana obeyed. She struggled to her feet clumsily, unable to use her bound hands to help herself up. Her agonized asshole twinged with pain at every movement of her long legs, she winced at the pain she came near losing balance.
Eric lost patience. 'Hurry up, slut!' he snapped. To emphasize his command he brought the belt whistling forward.
It struck the tip of a dangling boob. The nipple exploded into fiery pain. Diana screamed, but leapt to her feet.
She stood staring at him, with her tit and ass and cunt throbbing with pain. Hate glared from her hazel eyes.
Eric jerked his head toward the front door. 'Move,' he said. When Diana hesitated he brought the belt forward and lightly flicked her naked hip. She moved.
She came to the door and stopped. 'What are you waiting for, bitch?' Eric demanded. 'Open it!'
'But I can't go outside like this,' Diana said, glancing fearfully over her shoulder. 'And my hands are tied.'
The belt licked right up the crack of her ass. She fell against the door as pain filled her butt. 'Ohhhhh,' she moaned.
She fumbled at the door. She had to grasp the knob with both hands and turn her arms to open the door. Her palms were sweaty and slippery, and she couldn't seem to keep hold of the metal knob. She heard the belt rustle impatiently on the floor, as if lusting the feel of her flesh, and she pulled the door open with a heave.
'Now out.' Anticipating his captive's protest, Eric smacked Diana's ass with his belt. She shrieked and hopped into the full blaze of the morning sunlight.
The hot Southwestern sun fell like molten gold on her pale, abused titflesh. Her eyes were dazzled by the glare.
'Oh, Mrs. Burden,' a female voice called out happily. 'How nice of you to join us!'
Diana squinted through the bright light. Two people stood by the poolside, and another sprawled in a chair. Slowly she picked out features. There was a tall and slender woman with big tits bared to the sun's full fury, a hulking red-haired ape of a man – and in the chair her husband!
'Mike!' she screamed. She started to run towards him. 'Oh, Mike, oh, God, I'm so glad to see you. These people…'
She broke off. Mike was looking at her with naked pain on his face. He shifted in his chair, but his arms stayed behind him.
'Diana…' he croaked. He swallowed to wet his throat. 'I'm sorry, Di. I let you down, sweetheart.' He dropped his eyes.
Diana whirled to face the woman who stood gloating at his side. 'What have you done to him?' she demanded.
'Only handcuffed him,' the woman said. 'That, and fucked him with my tits.'
Diana reeled. She looked from the woman to Mike. Her husband was stark-naked. And, spattered like white paint on the huge limp hose of his cock, were telltale droplets of drying come!
Diana turned to the woman again. The other's hair was jet-black and fell to her full, milky tits. Yes, Diana could see jism on her heavy tits, and another droplet clung to her chin. What the black-haired bitch was saying was true!
A touch on her shoulder made her jump. She turned her had and saw that Eric had come up behind her. 'Don't blame your husband too much, my dear,' he smiled. 'It would take a superman to resist my darling sister's charms. She's quite a woman.'
Yvonne smiled at her brother. Diana saw the resemblance between them – the lean, limber build, oval face, slightly slanted blue eyes contrasting with raven hair. With something of a shock Diana realized Yvonne was the woman who had checked them into the motel last night. She'd looked so prim and reserved then, almost plain.
Now she was haughty and lovely and terrible!
'We watched you and Eric on our closed-circuit television. It was quite a show. Of course, Mike got upset and wanted to do something about it.' Yvonne glanced over her shoulder at the broad-shouldered man who stood unspeaking behind her. 'Frank had to calm him down. That reminds me, by the way. As a reward I promised Frank – you!'
Diana gaped. Then she gasped. The man called Frank took a step forward, pulling down his trousers as he walked.
'N-no!' Diana whispered. She stepped back. Abruptly her right asscheek was stung by Eric's belt. She stopped dead, pain warring with fear of Frank. 'She doesn't want you, Frank,' Eric said dryly from behind her.
Frank pulled down his pants. His cock sprang out. Diana stared. It was neither as fat as Mike's prick nor as long and snaky as Eric's. But it was monstrously thick just the same, and eight inches long!
The man straightened and stood grinning with his cock aiming at her like a cannon. He was youngish, with long ape-like arms and the shoulders of a weightlifter. Bushy red sideburns framed a broad and homely face. His teeth were even and very white.
'She don't like me?' he asked. 'That's okay, honey. You don't got to.'
He stooped and picked up something that lay at his feet. Diana frowned curiously at it, then went pale with horror. It was a yard long piece of rope, bristling with broken fibers and almost as thick as the massive wrist of the man who held it.
And something told the captive he was going to use it on her!
'Thass right,' Frank said. 'You gonna like me less when I finish whupping you with this!'
Diana looked frantically around. Eric and Yvonne stood with naked lust on their faces. Her husband struggled against his bonds, but the handcuffs bit more tightly the more he fought.
She was alone.
She tried to run. Eric caught her and pushed her roughly. She fell to the concrete, skinning her lip. Then Frank was there, looming over the captive.
'No!' Diana choked out. The rope fell.
The heavy rope crushed her vulnerable tits. She screamed and rolled over. Grunting like a pig Frank lashed at her ass, already covered with a network of broad red belt-marks.
