Her mouth watered. Some spit drooled down her chin. But with her hands bound behind her back with the rough rope, she couldn't possibly brush the wetness away. She continued to work her tongue against his prick.
He inched closer. She quickly worked her mouth up to the purpled knob at the end of his fuck-stick. His huge prick slipped into her mouth. She began to suck as if her life depended on it – maybe it did.
The man's brutal punishment of her ass could easily turn into murderous rage. She didn't want to anger him anymore. She didn't know what Paul was capable of doing to her.
She shuddered at the thought of the dog fucking her. The way he had whipped her ass with the coat hanger still sent lances of pain into her body. The hot dog raping had been sort of funny, but she hadn't laughed at it. It had been degrading. Paul was capable of doing just about anything.
Sandy knew that she might have frozen to death while tied to the tree. Being exposed all night in the mountains was a brutal thing to do to her.
'More,' he snapped. 'I want you to suck even more on my prick.'
She bobbed her head up and down to let him know she'd heard. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked for all she was worth. She would degrade herself in any way he wanted to avoid being whipped with the coat hanger again. The pain had been so intense. Her ass was one throbbing mass of flesh.
She felt him moving away from her. Craning her neck, she kept sucking on his prick for a few more seconds. Then he was too far away, and his cock came out of her mouth.
'You dumb cunt!' he roared. 'I told you to keep sucking. Thu stopped! I'm going to really punish you now. Just wait and see what I do to you!'
'Wait, no! Paul, stop! I didn't mean it!' Then she realized that she hadn't stopped sucking. He had moved away. She was apologizing for something he had done. Before she could correct herself and start calling him names, he left.
She didn't know what was worse, having him abuse her verbally or having him leave and let her wonder what evil things he might do to her next.
She decided it was worse to be left to wonder what he would do when he returned. She thought of bizarre and horrible things that he might do. Being tied onto the arm of the water pump and fucked had been one thing, but to tie an axe handle onto the arm and let it fuck her would be something else. It would rip her tender cunt- flesh in a few minutes.
Or he might decide to leave her alone with the dog tied up. She knew that some dogs went after women when they were in their period. Maybe this one had developed a taste for women and would fuck them at any time. She shivered at the thought of being tied down and fucked repeatedly by the dog.
Or he could fuck her with some of the icicles she'd seen hanging from the roof of the cabin. To have a hard, cold piece of ice drilling hard into her pussy would send shivers throughout her body.
Or… she thought of a thousand worse things. Finally, she heard footsteps behind her. She couldn't see him, but she felt his presence. She knew Paul stood only a few feet behind her. She heard a click as if something had been put into the light socket. Then she heard another click and a whisper of air that she recognized, but couldn't identify immediately.
'You think you've got such a hot cunt. We'll see about that.'
'Paul! Damn it, stop right now. I… oh no. Aaaieeee!' Her screams filled the tiny cabin. The man was thrusting the barrel of a hair dryer into her pussy. She felt his fingers working on her cunt-lips and pulling them apart. The heavy metal shaft held her cuntal-lips apart, while he applied more and more pressure to the handle.
She didn't know how she did it, but she took the entire barrel of the hair dryer into her cunt. Never in her life had she been so pulled apart.
He turned the dryer on.
The hot air shot up into her cunt. The hot air seared and dried the cunt-juices clinging to the walls of her pussy. She screamed again and again until her voice went horse. She continued to scream until she passed out.
She didn't know how long she had hung limp in the stocks. All she knew was that her pussy burned. Never had she felt such pain. Paul had applied low heat to her pussy, but it felt as if he'd used a flame-thrower.
'Back again, huh, cunt?' he said. 'I guess that warmed you up enough for me to get some service out of you.'
She couldn't even tell him what she thought about him. She was drained, weakened by the ordeal to the point where she wanted to die. No, that would have been too easy.
She'd get even. She told herself she would, even if she didn't have the slightest idea how.
'I think I'm going to fuck your ass again. I liked the way it clung to my prick. Tight, hot holes are designed for fucking.'
She felt him ram into her tightly-clenched asshole. She tried to keep him out and failed. The pain of his entry into her asshole would have made her pass out, except she had learned what real pain was from the hair dryer. This was bad, but she could tolerate it.
'Ummmmm,' he sighed, 'I like this. But there's no lubrication. I think I'm going to put some of this on and get your cunt good and slippery.'
She felt something slimy ooze down between the thick slabs of her ass-cheeks. She craned her neck and was able to see her left ankle, trapped in the elaborate binding. She saw a thick black river run down her leg.
It was motor oil that he had poured over her ass.
She shuddered as oil filled the cunt he'd made on her tender butt. Then the pain went away. He came back and stood close, saying, 'What a mess you are! But at least you're lubricated now.'
Paul's prick drove hard into her asshole. She had experienced so much already that she thought she could stand anything he did to her now. She tried to relax and get as much pleasure as she could out of his degrading butt-fucking.
'Love this! Your cunt's too floppy loose for a man to enjoy it much. This is living, I tell you!'
The man fucked her faster. It felt good!
'Do it,' she moaned, in spite of herself. 'Do it good! Damn you, butt fuck me harder! I'm on fire inside and I need your cock fucking me!'
The words filled her ears and sent her heart wildly racing. She could get herself hot and ready to come simply by thinking the right thoughts. The words helped her get into the mood for a good fucking. She wanted to cheat Paul as much as she could; enjoying the horrid things he did to her was the worst possible insult she could give him.
'So, you enjoy this, you dumb slut! I figured you would. Bitch!'
He fucked faster. She felt tiny fires of lust all along her ass. Her bowels went weak and watery, she thought that she might come. The oozing oil dribbling down her leg actually stimulated her. Closing her eyes intensified all the good feelings.
She came.
It wasn't the best climax she'd ever had, but it pleased her. She had robbed Paul of some of his joy. He had wanted to make her feel like shit, and now she had come, robbing him of his feeling of domination.
His butt-fucking came faster and faster. She could hardly keep her emotions from exploding again. But this time, she wanted to save them up and let it all go in one huge blast of emotion. She wanted to come and drain off all her frustrations, all her anger, all the hatred she felt for Paul.
Just as she approached the brink of orgasm, he stopped butt-fucking her. She felt his cock slipping from her asshole. Finally, there was an obscene sucking noise as he removed his cock from her butt.
'I don't like your asshole any more. I think I'll check out your cunt.'
She almost went crazy with desire as he moved around behind her. She finally yelled at him, 'Fuck me, dammit, dammit, dammit!'
'So you want my prick, is that it? Well, little girl, you're going to get more of it than you can handle. Even up that big pussy of yours, I'm going to be more of a man than you can handle.'
She sobbed when he rammed into her cunt. She had forgotten how seared and blistered her cunt was. She remembered instantly as his prick rubbed the chafed cunt-walls. Then she noticed something else. He wasn't using just his naked prick. He had slipped on a French tickler. He fucked her with something that twisted and worked
