Deeper and deeper the finger went into her cunt, the tip pressing the cervix, exploring the tissues between the mouth of Roseanna's womb and the base of her pubic bone, then even deeper, past the cervix, into the innermost soft folds, all the way to the back wall of her vagina. Two fingers – then three fingers, twisting and working in and out. Roseanna tensed her internal muscles and squeezed at the woman's digits as she felt herself being fucked by them. Roseanna's ass began to move on the ground. She gyrated her hips. The pain went away. She suddenly became very glad that she had not deadened the tissues with the cold water from the babbling brook. Her entire cunt was on fire – feeling quite differently from the horniness she had experienced when messing with her sister.
"More! I want more! Push four fingers inside me!Miss Richardson! Even more than that! Stick your whole fist up inside my pussy! That's it! You are not hurting me! The whoee fist! Ican feee it! I can feee it! Arrgghh!"
Miss Richardson was astounded. She had pushed four tightly clustered fingers inside that bleeding poontang, pressing the tip of her thumb precisely against the center of her hollowed palm. She had straightened her right arm, stiffening her wrist. She had moved one knee behind the other in the cool green grass so she could get the entire weight of her upper body behind the seemingly impossible penetration effort. And then that beautiful blonde woman had watched with wide eyes in the dark as the little girl's cunt opened further than one would have thought possible. Yes, Roberta Jean watched with the white showing all the way around her pupils, as her entire hand disappeared inside that super-hungry Oriental poontang.
"Fuck me with your fist! Miss Richardson! Harder! Deeper! Fuck me! Twist it when you fuck! Make it hurt! Oh God! Oh God! So fucking good!"
The blonde woman pulled the fist all the way out and then punched it back in. She twisted it. The fist fuck became increasingly brutal. Then the little girl's screaming stopped and she fell limp in the grass.
She had passed out from the intensity of her sensations.
CHAPTER TEN
"Remember me, Miss Richardson?"
"Sandy Schiano. I was wondering if you were going to come back and see me. Come in. Have a seat."
"I have been thinking a lot lately – about the time that you and I spent together. You know." Sandy was speaking softly with her face lowered so that her dark hair was spilling in her face.
"I guess I got a little out of control that night. I felt mean and I took it out on you," Roberta Jean said.
"I don't blame you for a thing. I was being a snot and I deserved everything I got," Sandy said.
"I can't help but notice that you are a lot more polite this time. You seem positively humble," Roberta Jean said.
"I have changed since the time you tied me to the bed. I am a different girl," Sandy said with a shiver.
"Did you come here today because you want to make it with me again," Roberta Jean inquired quickly.
"Yes, Miss Richardson. I have wanted to return all the time – but I lacked the courage," Sandy said.
"I'm glad you found it. I promise that I will be more gentle with you this time," Roberta Jean said.
"No," Sandy said.
"No?" Roberta Jean quickly responded. It suddenly occurred to the woman that this little girl was returning for more abuse.
"I liked the way you treated me – only, uh, only I think it was too mild," Sandy said. "I think I need to be punished more s-s-s-severely."
"I see. And you think that I am capable of that kind of cruelty, is that it?" Roberta Jean queried.
"Yes, Miss Richardson. To tell you the truth, I think you are capable of ANYTHING!" Sandy said.
"I suppose I am. We will not be able to go to my place right now and do it, however," Roberta Jean said.
"Why not?" Sandy asked. It was obvious from the tone in the girl's voice that she was quite disappointed.
"Because such things deserve penetration. In two days I can have everything ready. I want to do this properly."
"I don't think I can wait," Sandy said. The blonde woman got up and slapped Sandy across the face three times, hard enough to make the Italian girl cry.
"You will wait!"
"Yes, Miss Richardson."
"And you will thank me for slapping you."
"Thank you, Miss Richardson."
"Very well. Go now. Come to my apartment the evening after tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss Richardson. Would you slap me again, please?"
Smack!
"Oh thank you, I know you will be able to deliver me from my guilt," Sandy said.
It was the pre-scheduled evening. Miss Richardson was in her bathroom changing into her dominatrix bitch outfit, bought specially for this occasion.
She stripped naked and put much more make-up than usual on her face. She rouged her nipples and her inner cunt lips. She put on a black leather corset.
The corset fit snug around her middle and enhanced her hourglass figure. There were a pair of half-cups on top of the shapely corset.
Those cups fit under the woman's humongous, milky white breasts. Her tits were forced to ride even higher than usual on her chest. Her waist seemed more slender, which made her buttocks look even rounder and shapelier somehow.
Garters were attached to the bottom of the corset and then to the tops of her stockings, which were black fishnet, the sort with black seams running up their backs.
Her feet were pushed into high heels, spikes, as black as the rest of her evilly seductive outfit. In her right hand she held the riding crop she had bought. It was a horse whip, such as those used by jockeys to whip the shit out of their mounts during neck and neck homestretches at the flats.
The woman put some expensive musk oil on her breasts, her neck, her inner thighs and at the top of the crack of her ass. She applied the oil liberally.
This was the sort of musk oil that changed scent depending on the body chemistry of the woman who was wearing it. On Roberta Jean the oil smelled hauntingly beautiful.
Just as she had finished applying the oil she heard her doorbell and she knew her little sex slave had arrived. Roberta Jean knew that this was going to be an evening that neither of them would ever forget.
The little girl wanted to be punished, she was going to be punished. Roberta Jean was going to cause that little girl unthinkable pain. What was it about the Italian chick? Roberta Jean could be so nice at times, but there was something about Sandy, her need for abuse, that brought out the blonde woman's intrinsic sadistic tendencies in full force.
Roberta Jean answered the door and let Sandy in. The little girl had a puffiness about her lips that betrayed her desire. The older woman could see through the little girl's blouse that her nipples were erect with submissive sexual anticipation.
"Hello, Miss Richardson. I have never seen an outfit like that before, but I think I did in a picture once. Boy, you sure do look sexy," Sandy said.
"For the remainder of the evening, little sex slave, you will not refer to me as Miss Richardson. You will refer to me as Mistress Roberta Jean."
"Yes, Mistress Roberta Jean. I have been looking forward to coming here so much. I feel like I am going to jump right out of my clothes."
"Not a bad idea, sex slave. Get naked and come with me into the bedroom. I have everything already prepared," Roberta Jean said with an evil hiss. She sounded like a summertime snake slithering through the dried grass.
Sandy stripped nude. The older woman could see that the insides of Sandy's thighs were moist from the juices spilling from her swollen love tunnel.
"Get on the bed and stretch out on your belly. Like last time. Stretch your arms and legs straight. No, separate your thighs a little bit more," Roberta Jean said.