salty sweat stung the welts left by Greta's whip.
Inch after inch of rock-hard cock ground into Liz's butthole. The size of the cock was unbelievable. Even greased, it would have been hard for the girl to take it up her asshole. She felt as if her body was completely filled with cock, as if the cheeks of her ass would be torn asunder by the fantastic size of the prick invading her ravaged butthole.
But the scraping, rending, grinding pain of his cock was the worst. The pain in her raped asshole was greater even than the pain Greta's hot whip had given her! Right now she would have been willing to let the blonde-haired bitch slash at her pussy all day with that whip, if only she could have this outsized cock taken out of her tortured butt!
But, endlessly, the cock rammed into her ass. Hans' cock was like a telephone pole being pushed into the girl's rump – a telephone pole covered with sharp bumps.
Something tickled the cheeks of her ass. A sudden thrust drove the final agonizing inch of hard cock into her tormented ass. Liz groaned, shaking her head mindlessly.
Hans grabbed handfuls of tender assflesh and ground his big cock around in Liz's asshole. God, her butt was tight! He'd wanted to take as long as possible to stuff his cock into her butt, so that she'd get the maximum agony from the butt fucking. That was the purpose of the exercise, after all; the pleasure he got from both tormenting the lovely, naked girl and feeling her impossibly tight ass channel crushing his cock was only a delightful incidental! But now that was done, and he could fuck that beautiful butt for all he was worth.
'Yeoww!' The exclamation was torn from Liz's lips as Hans ripped his huge cock free of her asshole. The flared hood of his cockhead seemed to flay the already-raw inner linings of her ass passage, while the suction of the enormous cock's withdrawal threatened to turn her inside out.
'Oww – aggh!' she yelled as the cock drove back into her asshole with pile-driver force.
Then Liz's cries became a constant wail, rising and falling like an air-raid siren as the cock thrust ruthlessly in and out of her tender butt. Each stroke of the huge cock hurt her asshole worse than the last, till they all blended together in an unbearable pool of pain.
The poor girl wailed and thrashed and waggled her butt frantically, trying to escape the awful reaming of the prick in her asshole. It did no good. Her struggles only served to give her tormentor even more pleasure as her butt surged around his hard-driving cock.
Hans let his gaze wander across the room. His sister was naked now, straddling Danny's lap while he sat in the swivel chair behind his desk. Her legs were propped up, exposing her pink, pale-furred pussy, and revealing the small man's big prick shoved to the hilt up her ass as well. But the pussy oils gleamed hotly on the shaft of his cock as it slipped from her ass – she wasn't undergoing the unleavened torture that Hans' ungreased prick was giving the howling captive.
Hans was looking straight at the delicious slit of his sister's pussy when he came.
His cock expanded as a charge of jism traveled along its jerking length. Liz cried out, aware only that the horrid, bloated fullness of her asshole was getting even worse. Then the come blew into her asshole from the tip of the imbedded prick, and she learned what real pain was like. The saline come burned her raw ass channel like hot acid!
'Ohhh!' she screamed. 'It burns! Oh, ahhhh!' Her butt pumped up and down in a ghastly parody of orgasmic passion as Hans' giant cock filled her ass full of stinging jism, so much so that the thick white come ran in torrents from her cock gorged asshole.
His hands full of Greta's huge jugs, his prick plunging in and out of her sucking ass, Danny looked over and saw the hot come dripping from his newly-acquired girl's butthole as Hans' monster cock slipped from her butt. The cock drove in again with such violence that a spray of jism coated the young man's crotch before his hips slammed into Liz's exposed buttcheeks.
'Gaaah!' the girl shrieked.
'That's it, baby,' Danny grunted. 'Just make sure you learn your – ahh! – lesson!'
Then his hips rose powerfully to bury his cock balls-deep into Greta's plush ass, and he filled her butt with his own seething spunk.
CHAPTER FIVE
A knock on the door woke Liz with a start. She sat up on the bed, blinking blearily. She almost called out when the knock sounded again, hesitantly, and she woke fully to her surroundings.
She was lying on the bed of a motel room, the radio blaring warmed-over disco in competition with the noisy squeak of the air conditioner. There was no need to ask who it was; it was her first client.
Her heart in her throat, she jumped to her feet.
'Just a minute,' she called out, trying to make her voice as sultry and seductive as possible. She knew the man who waited outside was probably a fat, greasy toad who smoked cigars and stank, but she had to make him feel as good as possible.
Anything was better than another lesson from Hans and Greta!
She stood in front of the big mirror beside the bed. She wore a loose white blouse, lighter and filmier than the one she'd had on when her uncle had brought her here two days ago. A long, loose skirt hung to her ankles, slit clear to the waist to reveal tantalizing flashes of shapely tanned leg and thigh. It was amazing how the change in garb made her look five years older.
She felt as if she'd aged a thousand years instead of five.
The knock came again. She jumped. If the client complained that she was slow, there would be trouble. Her asshole still ached from the day before yesterday and the wicked marks of Greta's hips had barely disappeared. The marks they'd left on her soul would take much longer to fade – if they ever did.
Her long auburn hair was done in a knot at the back of her head. Sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains made golden highlights sparkle in her hair. She patted a stray strand back into place and turned toward the door.
She paused to turn on the radio. It took all of her willpower to make herself walk toward the door and the man who waited outside – the man who had paid Danny to possess her helpless young body and do what ever his perverted mind desired! But never far from her mind was the shrill song of Greta's lash, the smack and sting as it bit into her naked flesh. Drawing in a deep breath, she walked to the door and pulled it open.
She relaxed abruptly, and a quiet sigh escaped her red-painted lips. This couldn't be her customer! It had to be someone looking for another room. He was too handsome to have to come to a place like this to get laid!
The young man reached up and brushed his red gold hair from his eyes. He blinked rapidly in the stark white sunlight but there was naked appreciation in his gaze as he looked over the slim, beautiful adolescent. Liz felt her heart, beat faster. Maybe he wasn't at the wrong place – and she certainly hoped not!
'Are you Liz?' he asked in a mellow baritone. She started to nod with coltish eagerness, then remembered the role she was supposed to be playing. She stepped back from the door, trying to ignore the sudden moistness in her pussy and the hunger deep inside of her lush young body.
'Yes,' she said, managing to keep her voice from cracking with excitement. 'I've been expecting you. Won't you come in?'
'Thank you.' The tall, handsome young man stepped gratefully in out of the sun.
Liz shut the door and turned to look at him. Her eyes were wide. The heavy mascara-lining job she'd done on them made them look enormous. The normally hazel eyes were darkened with the passion she felt building within her hot pussy.
Had she the time to reflect, she would have wondered at her instant arousal at the very sight of the sexy young man. Not that it was hard to understand being turned on by him: six-foot-two, golden-haired and tanned, eyes bright green, strongly built but not as grim and threatening as Hans had been. Had her years of sexual inhibitions allowed her a man of her dreams, he would have been that man.
But to react with such immediate, unabashed lust – that was totally strange. Or maybe not. She'd been used sexually, without any choice in the matter, time and again over the last few days. She knew she had to fuck the customer whether she liked the prospect or not. Maybe her horniness at the mere sight of this man was normal
