to suck. Christ! she thought. Malcolm was a real prick!
Her jaws began to ache terribly, and his cock just seemed to keep growing bigger and bigger in her sucking mouth. She found it difficult to believe that any mere mortal could possess a slab of cock the size of Malcolm's prick. No wonder his prick was called a 'horse-cock'. Even horses would envy a prick this size, she thought.
'Unnhhh! Yeah! Good little cock-sucker!' Malcolm exclaimed. 'Nice blow-job, bitch!' He cackled maniacally, his voice pitched higher than usual. But not for a second did he quit face-fucking the poor girl. He kept gyrating his hips, slamming his giant prick between her sucking lips, moaning and groaning with obscene delight. 'I love it!'
Sally hated it! She could tell that Malcolm was about ready to come. He was groaning louder and louder as he face-fucked her.
Then he made a low, moaning sound and shot his wad, his jism spurting out of his cock-slit and pouring into her mouth. She gasped for air and sucked down his salty, jelly-like load of cum.
'Drink it all down, sweet cunt!' Malcolm commanded in a hoarse, no-nonsense voice.
She obeyed, sucking down his jism and milking the head of his prick in a frantic effort to drink and swallow all of his cum quickly, before he had a chance to become angry with her.
'Unnhhh! Unnhhh!' he gasped as he twisted and turned, rocking on his heels, pumping his prick into her mouth. Thick gobs of creamy jism pulsed through his blue-veined cock and shot hard into her sucking mouth, filling her mouth, completely. His prick just kept spurting out cum. It kept coming, although it seemed as though it were impossible for any man – even a hulking giant of a man like Malcolm Reams – to carry around so much jism in his balls. 'Keep sucking, sweet cunt! Suck my cock until it's dry!'
She kept slurping on his cock-knob, her tongue fucking across his piss-slit, lapping at the cum which spurted out of his prick. She sucked his prick until it was spent and dry.
Malcolm flinched and moved back away from her, his prick almost dropping out of her mouth. She kept her lips clenched around his bulbous cock-knob, wondering what she should do next. She could see that his prick was quickly losing its hardness. His cock was getting soft and flaccid.
The hulking man took another step backward and his long, dangling prick slid out of her mouth and swung like a vine in front of her eyes.
'That was a nice blow-job!' Malcolm said, beaming with satisfaction, complimenting her for a blow-job well done.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement, not wishing to chance raising his ire.
'That was a good first scene!' Bertram Havermeyer yelled. He turned off the movie camera. 'A great first scene! Shit, where the hell is Mindy, anyway?'
'Why don't we just go right ahead and film another scene while we wait for Mindy?' Malcolm said.
'I have to think about it,' Bertram said, leaving the room. Malcolm Reams followed him out, shrugging his shoulders and grinning at Sally as though nothing unusual had occurred.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bertram Havermeyer and Malcolm Reams soon returned to the harshly-lit room, only this time Malcolm worked the movie camera as Bertram moved forward and cuffed Sally across the room, striking her with his open palm. Malcolm eagerly filmed the brutal manner in which Bertram smacked the wretched girl. His eyes were bulging and half-glazed.
Then the man pulled a long and wide table out from a corner and shoved it into the center of the room. Sally stared at the table. She shook her head in confusion. It was a strange table, so long and wide, covered with shiny black leather. Wooden pegs that appeared to be about twelve inches in length protruded from each corner of the unusual table. Attached to the pegs were steel shackles. She gasped with horror as she caught sight of the manacles.
'I… I don't get it,' she said, her voice thin and more strained than before.
'You don't get what?' Bertram asked casually. 'I don't get what that weird table is for,' she said, cringing nervously.
Bertram moved forward, taking long strides. He lifted her up, cupping his hands under her armpits and pulling her to her feet. Then he smacked her ass very hard and she quickly scooted across the room.
'Okay, jump up on the table and try it out for size,' Bertram said.
'No!' she replied emphatically.
'You're not cooperating, Sally. That's not very smart on your part,' Bertram said condescendingly. 'Now, climb up on the table.'
She paused for a moment, holding her ground, her knees weak and trembling.
'Well, if you refuse to cooperate, I suppose I'll have to whip you,' Bertram said coldly.
When she heard that, Sally quickly jumped onto the table. She sat there, her legs dangling down. For a moment she felt like a patient in a hospital examination room, naked and waiting on the examination table for the doctor to check her out. But, such was not the case.
Bertram Havermeyer reached out and grabbed one of her wrists. She screamed and tried to pull free, but it was impossible. Bertram was too big and strong. He clamped the heavy steel shackle down on her wrist. Then he snatched up her other hand and attached a manacle to it. She pulled and jerked about in a frenzy of energy, but there was no way for her to escape. She was manacled to the wooden pegs, her arms held above her head and outstretched. Then he shackled her ankles in the same rude manner.
When the man stepped back to examine the girl who lay spread-caged and shackled to the pegs on the leather table, he seemed very happy with himself, 'Move in and get a close shot of her like this,' he instructed Malcolm Reams. Malcolm stepped in close and focused the camera on her naked body.
'How about a big smile for the film audience now, sweet cunt,' Malcolm taunted.
She puckered her lips and spat at the camera, hissing, 'Fuck you!'
'Ha! Ha! That's the spirit. Just the reaction I anticipated,' he said, laughing. Then he moved back and Bertram closed in on her. In his hand, Bertram held a long rubber dildo that was shaped like a nightstick. The dildo had rough bumps on its rubbery surface.
'P-please don't touch me with that vile thing,' she begged, her voice shrill with nervous anticipation.
'Oh, I'll do better than that, bitch! I'll fuck your pussy with this dildo,' Bertram said.
'No!' she shrieked in outrage as he began to tease her cruelly, rubbing the thick rubber tip of the bumpy dildo over her pink pussy-lips. Her eyes showed her horror and indignation, like those of a wounded animal. She lay there on the leather table, spread-eagled and shackled down, more mortified and embarrassed than she had ever imagined. She was hopelessly caught up in a web of sexual perversion and there was no way out. Her anguish was almost unbearable. She knew that she presented a ridiculously absurd sight, but what could she do about it? Nothing! Nothing but try to endure the utter humiliation of this decadent experience. She sobbed and looked up at Malcolm with imploring eyes. 'Please, if you have a shred of decency, you won't do this to me.'
'Well, God damn it! You hit me right where it hurts, little bitch. But, you know what? I don't have a shred of decency.' He laughed at his sick joke and continued to rub the rubber dildo against her pink cunt-lips, making her squirm about in agonized fear on the torture table.
He reached down and opened the folds of her pussy-lips so that the thick dildo could penetrate her cuntal opening. The tip of the bumpy dildo raked across her clit-sheath, opening the fleshy aperture so that her clit was totally exposed and vulnerable to the abusive treatment from the dildo.
'Aaaaeeeee!' she wailed as the pain tore through her loins, ripping into her cunt. Her pussy was not yet slick with cunt-juice and the dildo was rubbing across her dry, raw, tender cunt-flesh. It felt as though her pussy were being clawed apart by the rubber bumps on the tip of the dildo as it probed past her outer cunt-lips and into her cuntal cavity. She struggled vainly in her bonds. But for all of her struggling, her dire situation only became worse. The steel manacles dug into her tender flesh and caused her untold pain.
'It is foolish for you to struggle like that,' he said. 'Why not just grin and bear it, bitch!'
Bertram Havermeyer was insane! she thought. She had never met such a wicked and decadent man. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she grimaced in terrible pain as the rubber dildo dug into her pussy, reaming out
