'Take me,' Wanda said, her voice a quiver. 'Oh, God, fuck me!'

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mike shoved Wanda through the back door, into the darkness. She stumbled down the steps, then lost her footing, landing on the soft dirt. Instantly, he grabbed her by her hair and began dragging her toward the fringe of woods about eighty feet from the house.

'Come on, bitch,' Mike growled, heedless of her screams of pain.

'Please, don't,' Wanda cried, her heart thundering in her chest. 'What are you going to do!'

'You'll see,' Mike grunted. 'Now move that little ass of yours.'

At last, he threw her down between the two trees where she and Stan had planned putting a swing. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening. Mike began tying ropes around her wrists. When the knots were secure, he pulled her to her feet, then attached the ends of the ropes to the two trees, spreading her out.

'Now you just stay there, baby, I'll be right back,' Mike said, then disappeared into the darkness.

What is he going to do? Wanda wondered. Leave me tied up like this all night. And for what reason?

The thought of wild animals didn't frighten her because the only ones that came anywhere close to the farm were lizards and field mice.

As she pondered the situation, she pulled against the ropes. Strangely enough, they were quite loose, and in a matter of a few moments she had struggled free.

This is your chance, she told herself. Run! Escape through the woods. You know them as well as he does, and you could probably make it to the Farley ranch for help.

You promised, she reminded herself. Stay where you are.

She stood there between the two trees for another few moments, totally undecided about what to do. She knew Mike would probably be coming back, but now, she no longer feared him as before. In a way, she could even see his point of view.

He and Jimmy had just been doing what all boys their age do, and she'd gone in and whipped them. And then later, she had attacked them with the chain. And to be honest, she had been pretty hard on them even before that. Instead of giving them love and understanding, she'd been demanding.

No, I'll stays she thought. After all, what good would it do to escape? It would be merely a temporary refuse at best. I would still have to face them sooner or later, along with Stan.

The night air was a little chilly. She looked toward the house, but still she couldn't see Mike. What in Christ's name was he doing?

'Hello.' His voice came from behind her. 'So you didn't try to get away, huh?'

Wanda whirled, her heart in her throat. So, that was his trick. He'd been waiting there in the dark, just to see if she would escape. He'd tied the ropes, loosely on purpose.

'I told you I would do what you asked,' she said, feeling a shiver of cold fear race up and down her spine.

What the hell am I doing? she thought. It's like I'm my own executioner in this mess! Simply asking for it.

Mike stayed where he was for a short while longer, his gaze moving over her naked, gorgeous body. He then stepped from the bushes and dropped a load of wood he held in his hands. He struck a match and built a small fire. When he was sure it was going, he turned and faced Wanda.

'Let's get you tied back up,' he said, reaching for the ropes that hung from the two trees.

'Is it necessary?'

'I think it might be when you find out what I've got planned,' Mike said.

Again, Wanda was tempted to race through the woods. She had little chance of outdistancing him, but his tone made her flinch. The coppery taste of fear was in the back of her mouth.

Mike grabbed her wrists and retied them with ropes, stretching her between the two trees. This time, the knots were very secure, almost eating into Wanda's flesh. He then turned and picked up a piece of metal pipe that lay in the bushes where he had hidden. He walked over and held the pipe in the fire.

'No, don't do that!' Wanda gasped, flinching. 'Don't burn me!'

'Oh, I'm not going to do any real damage,' Mike said, rolling the pipe around in the flames. 'Just get it hot enough so you can feel it.'

To Wanda's relief, he pulled the pipe from the fire. In just the few seconds he'd held it in the flames, it couldn't have gotten very hot.

When Mike turned and stood before her with the pipe in his right hand, his legs stretched wide, she felt her pussy tremble with desire.

He looked so virile, so muscular and mean. And in the light of the fire, his tanned flesh became darker, like burnt gold. Suddenly, she wanted him to touch her flesh with the pipe, to feel the heat sear into her body.

'Fuck me!' she gasped, thrusting her hips forward, feeling a trickle of cunt juice burn from her cunt opening and ooze over the inside of her right thigh. 'Do… everything to me, Mike. Everything.'

Mike stared at the soft contours of her body, the deep, emerald-green of her eyes, the golden red hair that touched her shoulders. Then he took a step forward. Slowly, he lifted the pipe and touched the end of it to her glistening cunt hairs.

Although the pipe wasn't hot, it was still warm enough to cause Wanda to flinch. It was just the right temperature – causing no damage, but filling her with spasms of pain. A scream tore from her throat – a scream of ecstasy.

'Fuck me with it,' Wanda panted, jerking her hips forward.

She felt the end of the pipe stretch her cunt opening, then sear the slick membranes of her pussy.

'God, yes… stick it inside my pussy and… hurt me.'

While Mike held the pipe in her cunt, he stepped under the ropes and behind her body. He then ground his crotch against her ass, letting his cockhead throb inside the crack of her shitter.

Wanda was overcome with desire when she felt the pressure of his prick. She flexed her ass muscles, letting her shithole munch over the smooth surface of his cockhead. Slowly, the long length of cock was drawn inside her asshole.

'You like this, don't you?' Mike said, his voice hoarse with lust. 'I bet you'd fuck anybody or anything.'

'I'll fuck… you,' Wanda gasped. 'Christ, I'll fuck you forever.'

As he began fucking his massive cock in and out of her shitter, she felt him grind more of the pipe up her cunt. With her guts full of hard pressure, she found it almost impossible to breathe, but she wouldn't have had it any other way. Fucking was so good like this – almost like fucking two cocks at the same time.

'How much cock and pipe do you want?' Mike murmured, kissing across her shoulder to her armpit.

He licked into her soft flesh, then nibbled slightly lower, his lips touching the side of her right tit.

'Hmmmm? You want it all, baby?'

'Yes, fuck in every hard inch,' Wanda groaned, her eyes glazed with passion. 'Fuck my ass and my pussy to shreds, you sonofabitch.'

Mike thrust in almost ten inches of pipe. At the same time, he hammered his cock savagely up her ass, grinding some of the flesh surrounding his balls into her shitter. He held the pipe and his cock inside her fuckholes for a long while, then began slowly fucking them in and out.

Wanda couldn't believe how wonderful – how horrible – it was. Every cell in her body seemed on fire with ecstasy, every nerve exploding with electric-like bursts of agony. When she was certain, the sensations couldn't get better, they did.

'Ohhhhhhh!' she screamed suddenly, her body glistening with sweat. 'Fuck meeeeee!'

'Unh, take it, slut,' Mike said, moving his hands away from the pipe.

The metal rod slowly slipped from her cunt, then hit the ground between her legs. He then jabbed his fingers into her pussy and yanked the loose folds of cunt flesh back.

'Fuck me, bitch. Fuck all of me!'

Although Wanda felt a dreadful emptiness when the pipe slipped from her cunt, his fingers began relieving

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