"Don't touch me with your hands. Your filthy hands will soil me! I warned you!"
Before Susan knew what was happening, her hands were tied behind her back with a short length of twine. The coarse string cut into her wrists. She struggled and found this only tightened the bindings to the point where her circulation was cut off.
"Why are you doing this? I… I'll do anything you want!"
"Silence!" he roared. "You are a cunt, a whore, a bitch who will only speak when her master speaks first! For your transgressions, I must discipline you!"
He took the end of the pool cue out of his carrying case and thwacked it a few times across the palm of his hand for effect. He smiled slightly as he saw her eyes widen in terror.
Without a word, he lifted her and dumped her over the back of a straight wooden chair. He ripped away her jeans until only smooth, curvy white ass flesh was exposed. By this time, the teenager was quietly sobbing.
He took no notice as he stroked over the warm flesh.
She trembled. Whether it was with fear for what he might do to her or whether it was something else, she couldn't tell. But she was definitely frightened of the man in black.
"Yes, slave, this flesh will suit me and my purposes.
She gasped as his finger drove hard up her asshole. In the bent double position over the straight-backed chair, she couldn't move. Her hands were entirely numb from lack of circulation. The edge of the chair bit unmercifully into her stomach. And now the man was delving far up her asshole with his finger.
But…
But in spite of everything, his finger felt – sexy. It was something of a turn-on feeling his finger deep in her rectum, wiggling around like a berserk worm. It gave her a tingly feeling deep in her cunt. And before she knew it, her pussy was drooling out its hot juices.
The man noticed immediately.
"So! The whore likes it, eh? How well do you like this?"
She gasped as the end of the pool cue smashed against her taut thighs.
He didn't land the hard wood across her fleshy, well padded ass. He went lower and began landing a rain of painful blows on her stretched thighs.
She felt the red tide of pain washing through her body. It blotted out all the other discomfort she felt. The chair in her stomach, the hands, the awkward position – all were nothing compared to the paddling he was giving her with the pool cue.
"Enjoy this, bitch, because it's the last nice thing I'm going to do to you!" he cried.
She couldn't believe her ears. This was supposed to be good? What did he have in mind?
"Please, uh, Master!" she called out. "Please don't do this to me!"
"Silence!"
She started to plead again, but all that came from her lips was an anguished, "Aaiiieeee!"
He drove the end of the pool cue up her asshole. The slender tip of the cue went all the way up her rectum, giving her extreme pain. The wooden rod was totally inflexible. It bent her delicate inner tissues to conform to its length. She had no chance to adjust to the feel of the wood dildo crammed up her ass.
He began corn-holing her with it. Back and forth, the cue raced up her tightest passage. She writhed and began to thrash, trying to escape the punishing cue.
It was futile. She couldn't escape from the driving stick. It seemed to have a mind of its own. As she twisted one way, it followed and worked even farther up her ass.
Her tender membranes were torn and began to bleed. At the sight of the red trickle out of her butt, the man seemed to become furious. He drove the cue even harder into her ass until she was sure she would pass but from the pain. Her entire insides were lit with fire. She burned with agony.
Her whole body was consumed with pain. There was no way to escape it.
She could only wait and see what this strange man had in store for her.
"You're getting blood on my cue!"
And then the cue vanished from her asshole, its sudden absence was as painful as its presence. She couldn't understand it. But she did know it was her blood dribbling down the tender inside of her thigh. It was coming from her tortured asshole.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. Her voice sounded distant, foreign, as if someone else were speaking for her. All she could feel was the white-hot pain in her rear and the fire burning in her lungs.
"You ask? You have to ask?"
His cool hands began stroking over her upturned ass once more. That touch seemed horrible to her. She cringed. And was rewarded with the flat of his hand smashing into her tender assflesh.
"Don't cower from me! Not from your master! You still haven't learned proper obedience to my whims!"
His hand began to descend again and again on her soft bottom. The red streaks appeared and formed criss-cross patterns. Soon, her entire ass was a glowing cherry pink. And it was warming her up again. She could momentarily forget about the pain in her asshole. And all the things he might do to her.
Right now, she could concentrate on the wondrous feelings slowly seeping into her body. She was feeling better. This was more like it. Her cunt began to water again. The thin flow dribbled down her leg and mixed with the dried blood already caked there.
"So you like it, eh? That is better!"
She shrieked as his prick penetrated her body. She was slammed forward against the chair, so hard was his entry. He felt as if he were tearing her apart. The cock felt good. Her cunt desired it. But her inner membranes were still pulled out of shape by the pool cue that had been so brutally rammed up her ass.
It was a peculiar mixture of pleasure and pain filling her, body. She didn't know if she should enjoy it or not.
Finally, she found it wasn't possible to accept both pleasure and pain at the same time. She began concentrating on the good, on the cock resting quietly in her pussy. It filled her. It made her feel better. In spite of her awkward position, she could accept it. The prick was twitching just a little, dancing with the man's pulse.
"Ummm, oh, yes, yes! That's nice. Now fuck me!"
"What?" he roared. "You actually think you deserve my prick? You stupid cunt! All you think of is fucking!"
But his words seemed different from his actions. He began stroking back and forth. His cock pressed firmly against the walls of her quim. And the friction warmed her even more.
With the warmth filtering into her body from her whipped butt, she was soon totally alive and warming to his fucking. She didn't like him, that didn't matter. All that mattered to her now was the fact that his prick was in her cunt and he was fucking her.
Each hard-driving stroke smashed her hard against the chair. She was gasping from the violent fucking. But she didn't care. This was better than having a pool cue rammed into her asshole.
Faster and faster came his cock. Her entire body sang a joyous song of sex. She was feeling the approaching orgasm when, suddenly, she no longer had a warm, vibrant, male cock in her cunt.
She had the butt of a pool cue. It was hard and cold and too large.
She screamed.
It did no good. He continued fucking her with the butt of the cue. She felt her cunt walls being pulled out of shape. And the rubber end was soon soggy with her fuck fluids. It did little to reduce the friction as the wooden rod smashed into her body.
She was in constant agony.
Then she felt a hand on her hair pulling her face up. Painfully, she looked up and saw the ugly purple head of the man's cock. And all around it was a halo of black silk. That was all she could see.
And then she was blinded by the creamy fountain of his jism. He came in her face. She sputtered but couldn't escape his cum. It coated her face and hair with its sticky strands.
As soon as his balls were emptied of their load, the man released her hair. Her head banged hard against the seat of the chair.