Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack!
Roberta Jean laughed.
Tammy's cries of pain were no longer as loud as before.
She was weak from the beating. Indeed, the redhead was exhausted from the abuse she had already had received.
Tammy Cunningham thought that she might pass out at any second from the extent of the pain she was suffering.
There was a part of the redhead that wanted to pass out.
She knew that there was no pain in her unconscious world.
Still, there was a bigger part of Tammy Cunningham that thought that she should stay awake – that she should stay awake at all costs. Tammy couldn't help but fear that, if she passed out into a blissful sleep, that this would be a sleep from which she would never wake.
Roberta Jean stopped whipping. The blonde bombshell tossed the black leather belt carelessly aside.
Roberta Jean did not even bother to turn her head to see where the belt went. Tammy, however, could hear the beltbuckle scuttling its way across the bare wood floor of Roberta Jean's bedroom into the far corner, into the corner furthest from the doorway.
"Now comes the real torture!" Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"What, what are you going to do to me now, Roberta Jean?"
"I am going to fuck that sluttish pink pussy of yours."
"Fuck me? How are you going to do that? You have no cock."
"Who said that I was going to use a cock?" the blonde said.
"You, you are going to use a dildo on my pussy?" the redhead inquired curiously Tammy Cunningham blinked some of the tears out of her eyes and the insides of her eyelids felt as rough as ever.
"Then what are you going to use?" Tammy Cunningham asked.
"I am going to fuck your cunt with my whole fist!"
"No!"
"Oh yes," Roberta Jean Richardson said calmly. The blonde turned up one corner of her mouth to form a half-smile of self-amusement.
"But, but, but, you will, you will rip me apart!"
"Maybe."
"You are going to make it so I can't have no babies!"
"No man was ever going to want to fuck you anyway!"
"Ohhhhhhh," Tammy Cunningham moaned with complete despair.
Roberta Jean went into the kitchen where she found the latex gloves she wore to wash the dishes.
She returned to the bedroom and threw the gloves onto the bed so that they landed, partially on top of one another, in between Tammy's bound open thighs.
"What are those for?" Tammy Cunningham inquired, her voice shivering with fright.
"You don't think I want to touch your cunt do you?"
"Why not?" Tammy Cunningham asked. It seemed an absurd question to the redhead the second she heard it come out of her mouth. What the fuck did it matter?
"Shit, your cunt is rancid, bitch. I would get a stink on my fingers from fisting you that I wouldn't fucking be able to wash off for a month," the blonde said.
Roberta Jean left the room once again, this time to go to the bathroom, where she found a jar of petroleum jelly in her medicine cabinet. Roberta Jean Richardson correctly assumed that Tammy Cunningham's pussy was not going to lubricate itself for the fist-fucking she was about to receive, so Roberta Jean fetched a little something to help her fist slip in and out of Tammy's poontang.
Roberta Jean put the right latex glove on only. The blonde used her left hand to flick the metallic cap off the can of petroleum jelly.
Roberta Jean Richardson then scooped her gloved fingertips into the jar of jelly, pulling out a big glob.
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell was standing at the foot of the bed, jack-knifed at the waist.
As Roberta Jean leaned forward with her head her long blonde hair dangled downward. In this position Roberta Jean's tits looked even larger than usual because the force was gravity was in their favor.
Roberta Jean slapped the jelly onto the bound woman's quim and rubbed the stuff up and down the entire length of the gash.
"That feel good?"
"No."
"Fuck you, cunt."
"Fuck yourself."
"Be nice, bitch, or I'll shove my fist into you until I am in to my fucking elbow!" Roberta Jean said.
"Try it!"
"Oh, I will, Tammy, I will," Roberta Jean exclaimed.
Roberta Jean rubbed her greasy fingertips up and down the outer lips of Tammy Cunningham's pussy, touching her clit a little. The recently rendered submissive redhead was too frightened, and in too much pain, to feel any physical pleasure from these caresses. Roberta Jean had been right about one thing. Tammy Cunningham's pussy was not even beginning to lubricate itself.
Roberta Jean rubbed her greased fingertips up and down the entire length of Tammy Cunningham's poontang in between her inner cunt lips and her outer labia.
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell then rubbed ever-so-lightly, indeed almost sensuously, at the outermost edges of Tammy Cunningham's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick then turned her right palm upward, toward the ceiling of her bedroom.
Roberta Jean pushed her middle finger up inside Tammy's pussy.
"You don't feel very tight down there," Roberta Jean said.
Tammy Cunningham said nothing.
"You don't feel like you would be much of a fuck!"
Tammy Cunningham again remained completely silent.
"You feel too loose to pleasure a man's cock," Roberta Jean said.
Tammy grimaced with the blonde's insulting rhetoric.
"You feel like you are already stretched in your pussy."
Tammy decided that this was no time to mouth off.
"You feel like you will take my fist with ease!" Roberta Jean said.
Tammy Cunningham knew that this was not true. Her muscles were so tensed and tight that the redhead could tell that it was going to hurt like hell taking Roberta Jean Richardson's fist inside her cooze.
Roberta Jean pushed her middle finger, her longest finger, up inside Tammy's cunt as far as it would go.
She pushed way up under the base of Tammy's pubic bone. She pushed until Tammy's inner cunt lips were gripping her finger at the third knuckle.
She bent that finger at the knuckle and rubbed at the spongy roof of Tammy Cunningham's inner pussy.
Roberta Jean found Tammy's cervix with the tip of her middle finger – the dimpled mouth of the redhead's womb.
Roberta Jean Richardson pressed against that spot so hard that she brought fresh tears to Tammy's eyes.
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell then added her forefinger to the seemingly impossible penetration effort.
She worked her middle finger and her forefinger in and out of Tammy's pussy, holding them side by side.
Tammy had to admit – at least to herself – that this felt pretty good. Her body was reacting with pleasure in spite of the signals her brain was giving out.
Roberta Jean then pushed her ring finger, her third finger, into Tammy Cunningham's pink poontang.
Roberta Jean clustered those three fingers very close to one another as she worked them in and out slowly.
Roberta Jean clustered her fingers together so that their latex-covered tips formed the corners of a small triangle.
Roberta Jean Richardson twisted her fingers as she worked them in and out, pushing at the top of the tunnel.