That shut Diana up. But she continued to glare at the naked, black-haired wanton. Frank's come coated her mouth and tongue with a vile aftertaste.
Yvonne stood. Her brother's lanky cock made lewd slurping sounds as it went loosely out of her cunt, and when only a couple of inches were still in her pussy she clenched her cunt muscles and shot the rest of the prick out of her cunt. 'Ahhh,' he moaned.
Walking toward a chair near where Mike was tied, Yvonne said, 'Frank, why don't you untie the bitch and put a loop over her head. I want to play with her some more.' She sat on the chair and looked at her brother, who sat looking dazed with his hands splayed out on the floor.
'Be a darling and run get me my riding crop, Eric, dear, please?'
Eric got slowly to his feet. His prick swung between his legs like a meaty pendulum, spattering them with come and fine droplets of his sister's sweet pussy oil. 'Sure thing,' he said, and walked out into the afternoon sunlight.
Diana lay still as Frank untied her. She was exhausted. Her arms and legs were numb, and her whipped tits and rump felt a dull throbbing ache.
She was humiliated. She'd, screamed and thrashed and howled as though she were being burned alive – all because of a handful of ice cubes! Not only had she let her captors have theft cheap thrills from torturing her, she'd made a degrading spectacle of herself for them.
The cords loosened at wrists and ankles, then came off Frank fashioned a noose out of the rubber-coated wire, then fitted it loosely over the captive's head. She sat up and began to rub her wrists.
'Bring her to me,' Yvonne commanded. She ran her hands over her own gleaming body. Her nipples stood out, so dark as to be almost purple, quivering with excited anticipation.
Frank raised Diana to her feet. She lifted her hands tentatively to the cord around her neck. Frank tugged on the other end, drawing it uncomfortably tight. 'Don't do nothin', darlin', 'less you want to get choked a little,' he warned.
Led like a dog on a leash, Diana walked listlessly to stand in front of Yvonne. The raven-haired motel manager sat like a queen on a throne, regal and haughty and breathtakingly beautiful. Even Diana felt her pulse run faster as her eyes took in the barbaric spectacle of Yvonne's splendid, naked body.
The woman's skin was white as pure fresh milk, in stunning contrast to the raven locks that hung to her shoulders and past her heavy tits. Her face was almost sculpted in its beauty, and Diana found the same magnetic power in those almost-shaped, azure eyes that her husband had. Yvonne's throat was alabaster. Her tits were two symmetrical globes of soft flesh tipped with big patches and marble-like centers.
Her waist narrowed to a point where the long-limbed woman almost appeared fragile. Then the curves of her body flared out into full hips and flowed smoothly into shapely thighs that framed a small, neat, and impossibly black triangle of cunt-fur. A few droplets of Eric's jism dewed the tangled strands of pussy bush between her sleek thighs.
Even as Diana's eyes lingered almost of their own accord on the wedge-shaped patch of pussy fur, Yvonne brought her legs slowly apart. Diana saw the pink slit of her tormentor's pussy. Gradually, Yvonne's, cunt unfolded, like a time-lapse sequence of a flower opening to a greet the rays of the morning sun.
As the pink petals of Yvonne's pussy gaped, fat clear droplet of cunt sauce welled between them. Diana licked her lips. She could smell the heavy perfume of raw cunt issuing from Yvonne's fertile slit.
Congealing come trickled from Yvonne's pussy. 'You like what you see?' she asked, her voice almost breaking with passion. She reached up to take the end of the cord from her handyman.
'I hope you do,' she went on. 'I have a lovely pussy – as do you, my pretty. A lovely pussy is a wonderful thing, isn't it? Worthy of worship. That's what you're going to do. Get down on your knees and worship my hungry, lovely cunt with your lips and tongue!'
Her voice rang in the enclosed space like a bronze bell. For a moment Diana stood there, not understanding, acutely uncomfortable at the way Yvonne's dark eyes seemed to devour her own nakedness. Then the impact of what her captor had said hit her. Her knees went weak.
'Mmmmmm!' growled Mike. He bucked up and down in the chair, fighting against the cuffs that held his arms and legs. Yvonne smiled lewdly.
'That's right, darling,' she said with urgency humming in her voice. 'You're going to eat my pussy. I know you'll do it well!'
'No,' Diana said. The calmness of her voice surprised her. 'I'm not a lesbian. But even if I was, I'd die before I'd touch my mouth to that slimy, diseased cunt of yours!'
To her amazement Yvonne smiled still more lasciviously at the captive's impassioned outburst. 'Oh, you'll eat my cunt all right, my dear,' she said. 'And you'll be glad for the opportunity!'
Before Diana could deny this Eric walked in and handed his sister a riding crop. Her eyes sparkled with delight. Then she struck.
The crop whistled and slashed across the nipples of Diana's bare tits. The pain doubled her up. 'Yiiiiiiii!' she shrieked, as she bent forward with her arms hugging her agonized tits.
With an artful snap of the wrist Yvonne brought the quid whistling around to flick at a bare asscheek. Diana straightened up again with a cry of pain and desperation. Between clutching fingers the mark of the crop was a thin red line etched on her magnificent tits.
The crop lashed out left and right, drawing crimson stripes on the tops of Diana's thighs. Her legs jerked apart. With deceptive slowness Yvonne brought the quirt forward and upward with a backhand stroke.
A thin white cut the air, punctuated by a moist smack! as the riding crop landed right along the delicate slash of Diana's cunt.
The braided leather whip bit into her pussy flesh like a wasp's sting. Diana's cunt tunnel filled with pain that was like molten steel. 'Ahh!' she cried.
'Oooooooooohhhhhh!'
Mike's chair thumped the floor as he struggled futilely to get free. His wife was tormented. He watched her collapse and curl up into a ball, crying and moaning about the awful pain in her pussy. A quirt mark stood out in scarlet on the pink of her ass.
It was his fault. That was the hell of it. If he'd managed to stay faithful to his wife for even twenty-four hours they wouldn't be in this mess. But no. He'd let his eyes wander, and the next thing he knew he was in a strange motel room with his big cock pistoning between Yvonne's huge, delectable tits. And in the meantime Eric was sneaking in to whip and ass rape Mike's darling bride!
Eric and Frank stood side by side, watching Diana grovel on the floor. Her slim pale legs kicked the air, giving them flashing glimpses of her chestnut-furred pussy. Auburn hair spilled out to all sides of her wildly-shaking head.
With rapid, almost surgically precise strokes of the quirt Yvonne drew a fine network of scarlet lines on Diana's butt. 'Ohh! Gaaaaah – STOP!' Diana cried as the blows landed in a stinging rain on her bare, shrinking flesh.
Yvonne stopped. Then she hauled in hard on the leash. Diana was dragged up onto her ass gasping and clawing at the taut noose around her slender throat.
Yvonne let the cord go slightly slack. Diana sucked in great shuddering breaths that made her ample tits jiggle like jelly. 'Will you eat my nice hot cunt now, darling?' Yvonne asked seductively. 'It's all juicy and ready and waiting for your mouth!'
'No!' Diana choked out.
A sudden sideways heave of the cord sent her sprawling on her back, legs flying up in the air. Yvonne bent forward, her tits swinging grandly and brought a whistling cut down on Diana's cunt bun.
'Aaaarrrraaaaahhhhh!' Diana yelled as she lurched off the carpet.
With her victim flailing in midair, Yvonne had a perfect shot at the tender mouth of her pussy. The quirt sliced air. This time the tip snapped the tiny nerve-node of her victim's clit.
'Aaaaarrrrrgggggh?' Diana's legs flew and she grabbed her cunt. Fiery pain raged in her cunt. Her cunt lips felt as though they'd been touched by a live wire!
Diana fell helplessly to the floor. Yvonne brought her crop down on her tits and ass and, when possible, her agonized pussy with machine-gun speed. In no time Diana's lovely body was a mass of welts – and pain!
At last the black-haired woman tired. She was too horny to continue whipping her shrieking, beautiful
