'Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!' Brad panted.
Wendy shivered from the force of his fucking blows. The tempo of his ass-ripping cock increased. Wendy found herself squeezing her asshole muscles tightly around his prickmeat, trying to drag out more of those sensuous tingles from her nerves.
She didn't care how much it hurt her, how much her mind was revolting against the idea of having his cock in her ass. She just wanted to have his cock drive into her again and again, until the spinning excitement in her asshole exploded.
Brad fucked with all his might. He shoved back and forth, in and out, his flesh glistening with sweat while his muscles tightened and bulged. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. From between parted lips he snorted little grunts of pleasure.
'Oh, oh, ooohhh…' Wendy responded to his thrusts.
Nothing could stop her rush of feelings now. Ass or cunt, it didn't matter. Wendy could feel the orgasm rushing up from the depths of her body, spreading to all her nerve endings.
She cried out wildly, her fingers clawing her wrists, the soles of her feet. Her cuntlips milked more juice from her pussy hole while heat slicked up the sides of her clit. She jerked her head to one side and breathed heavily.
'Uhhhhhh…' Brad gasped.
All of her senses were focused on her cunt and her asshole. Her stretching, tearing ring of ass muscle gained more and more pleasure from Brad's fucking prick rod. Wendy panted and went blank. She was being fucked, fast and hard by his cock.
The way her cunt responded now made the woman almost numb to any pain in her ass. She was even beginning to like what was happening. The jam of his cock in her asshole, the idea of being roped, tied, then fucked in the ass, excited her. She whimpered and jerked, her body alive, writhing under his stabbing cock.
'Go for it, bitch, go for it!'
Brad grunted loudly now, his cock pulling out, sucking her guts down. Only the head of his big prick stayed inside her asshole.
Wendy cried again, feeling the flaring sides of his cockhead tugging at the lining of her ass walls, puckering them outward. The woman screamed, bunching her ass back and forth in fast strokes.
'Yeah, yeah…' he huffed.
With another grunt, Brad rammed his cock back into her ass. Wendy screamed and her arms tugged viciously at the binding belts. His cock slammed into her repeatedly. The big man shouted as his body bounced against hers. And then he was cumming, firing his load into her ass. She could feel his cum shooting into her asshole.
'Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh.'
'Fuck, baby, fuck, I'm… ughhh… I'm blowin' my wad in you!'
Wendy's pussy sucked shut on thin air. She could almost hear the cunt walls slapping against one another. Her body thrashed madly oh the bed, her toes cramping, her fingers straightening and trembling as his white-hot jism spattered against her ass chute. 'Unnnnhhhh…' she groaned.
The lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasms in her ass. Wendy's mind centered on her ass and clit. Every movement of Brad's cock, every feeling of his prick spurting and slipping through more firing jizm sent her reeling higher.
'No!' she cried, feeling her cunt catch fire and explode.
She was cumming, climaxing without having a cock in her cunt. She wept crazily and her head snapped back and forth while she tugged wildly at the restraining belts. Chills rushed up and down her spine, exploding into her overloaded brain, as more and more jism shot from his prickhead and filled her ass.
Again she felt her pussy muscles snapping, convulsing, cramping as her clit vibrated wildly. Wendy was cumming more powerfully than ever before in her life. It shot her into a world beyond her physical senses.
'Ooohhh…' she cooed.
Wendy felt her world whirling around as her cunt slackened, the climactic waves ebbing until she sagged from her bonds on the bed. Brad was pulling out, grunting with satisfaction.
'Man, oh man, good hot pussy. Made me shiver like hell when you came that way, baby,' he said, pulling his wide, throbbing prickhead from her cunt.
The blonde closed her eyes in defeat, feeling his warm cum oozing from her ass and dribbling down her asscheeks. She had fucked a man, had really gotten laid. That's what she'd hoped for this evening, that Brad would take her home and fuck her. But she hardly thought he'd do something like this to her.
'Please… please untie me and let me go home,' she whispered, turning her face up to him after several minutes of silence had passed.
Brad grunted again, reaching up and slowly unknotting the belts that held her wrists to her ankles. Wendy let out a shuddering groan of thanks. She felt her legs cramping down, her knees bending, her feet slipping away from the headboard and tumbling down to the mattress. She stretched and rocked her body slowly from side to side as she tried to work the cramps from her muscles. To one side she could still hear Brad breathing heavily.
'What about…' she began.
Wendy stared up at her wrists which were still held tightly to the headboard.
'I'm not through with you yet!'
'Please, don't… just let me go. Please, I've got a daughter and she's home alone and…'
'You think she'd wanna join us?' Brad asked mockingly, smirking down at the woman.
'No!'
Thank God at least Dina couldn't see this, Wendy thought. She wondered how long he was going to keep her here like this, bound to the bed, his prisoner, his willing victim.
Back at the house things weren't any better for Dina.
'Yaggghhhh!' the teenager screamed. There was the sound of another slap as his knuckles bruised across her chin, sending Dina wheeling backward. Her knees buckled as her belly hit the back of the sofa. She reached frantically forward, clawing at the material. Shaking her head, trying to focus her eyes, Dina fought back another scream as the big man came up to her.
He had made a call to some friends of his. There would be another tormentor. He was already on his way over.
Turning around, Dina glanced at the ship clock sitting on the yawning fireplace mantel. Nine o'clock. Her mother said she probably wouldn't be home until past midnight. Three hours to go, and even then, Dina thought, what could her mother do? If she surprised them, wouldn't she be a victim as well? She wondered.
Dina moaned, sinking to the floor. Once more she had tried to make a break for it, and once more Jack had caught her, beating her to the floor.
'You try that again and you'll be shittin' teeth for the next week.'
Dina shook her head. She wasn't going to cross him, not any longer. The girl could see the consequences, and they made her tremble.
'Just to make sure… come on…'
His paw-like hands gripped her upper arm, tugging her up off the floor.
'Gino…'
Her wailing protests bounced off the walls as she felt herself dragged across the living room floor. She stumbled once more.
'Where's the fuckin' bedroom,' Jack demanded, pausing in the hall.
'Th-there,' Dina said, nodding in the direction of the second opened door, sniffing back the tears.
Jack pulled her after him. He grabbed her by the shoulders when they reached the doorway and shoved her back hard.
'Ooohhh!' she cried.
Dina fell on her naked ass, brought both hands down and began scooting back in terror from the approaching man. Jack towered over her, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. The girl could once more feel the scratching sensation of the carpet piling against her upper thighs and asscheeks. She kept scurrying back toward the bed, her eyes wide, bulging, focused on her tormentor. Then she felt her spine banging against the front legs
