"Huhhhhrrrrr!"
"Buy it, bitch, go on and buy it," he growled, pressing the toe of his boot down against the base of her spine, nearly cracking the small bones with the pressure. Monica thought she would surely break, perhaps be paralyzed for life when his foot snapped through her back. Then slowly, gradually, Jack moved his booted foot up, scraping the filthy toe up over the bumps of her discs until he was pressing down on her neck. Monica let out another cry, chomping down hard on the resilient latex gag. Spittle frothed from the corners of her forced-open mouth. His mare, his slave. Yes, Jack had made it apparent what he liked, what he wanted from a woman. And it was becoming clearer and clearer to Monica just what she wanted – a man like him, a master to her perverse passions.
"Ain't nothin' that you won't do. So crawl, baby, come on, crawl on the floor! Show me what kinda proud bitch you are now," Jack muttered, kicking Monica lightly on the back of her head.
Grunting, every joint in her body aching from the leather restraints, the woman wrestled to her original kneeling position, adjusting her arms behind her to ease the pulling pressure from the wristcuffs attached to the waiststrap. Jack was shoving his boot against her ass again, threatening to knock her back down onto the floor if she didn't move quickly. Shaking the hair from her eyes, Monica began – one knee forward, then the other, then the first, her kneecaps cracking from her bound position.
"Uhhhhh…" Monica moved.
She was a horse, his horse. And now Jack was straddling her, one leg on either side of her ribcage, his thighs pressing against her. There was the rubbing sound of leather against cloth. His belt. God, he was taking off his belt. Monica knew what he was going to do. Twisting her head around, she saw him looping the thing, swinging the makeshift whip over his head.
"Come on, baby, come on, move it!" There was the whistling sound of the leather hissing through the air. And then came the heated smack, the crack of the belt against her moaned as she ass. "Uhhhhhh!"
Monica jerked forward, her body shuddering under the brutal attack. Again and again, the belt sliced through the dark shadows of the cellar, smacking against Monica's asscheeks, reddening her flesh until it glowed, while more juices frothed from her cuntslit and wet down the leather restraints. Monica grunted like an injured animal, crawling one knee forward at a time, her head bent low in defeat, her jutting shoulderblades pressing against the horrid restraints as Jack followed her, his knees even with her shoulders.
"Come on, baby, gimme a good ride… come on, move it faster."
The belt swung over his head once more, crashing down this time on her side. Monica let out a loud hiss of air, nearly blacking out from the surprise injury. Her flesh felt singed by the fires of hell as that belt slammed first on her asscheeks, then against her ribcage! "Uhhhhhh…" she growled in pain. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!"
Jack was rubbing his crotch against her back, reaching down with his free hand to pull open his zipper while still beating her ass regularly with the looped belt.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Monica cried out with grunts each time the belt chewed into her flesh. Tears of pain and humiliation welled up in her eyes, rolling over onto her burning, flushed cheeks as she kept crawling. The woman could go no farther! Her strength seemed drained by all the blows. With a sigh of defeat, Monica stopped her crawling as she neared the rinsing sink, her muscles growing relax.
"Too much, eh, baby? Maybe you need something that's gonna spruce you up." Jack slipped off of the crumpled woman, pulling down his jeans, then stepping out of them. Peering through the hair covering her eyes, Monica saw that prick, that cock she had become a slave to. God, it was so long, so very long and thick. Her cunt spasmed as she studied it. Yes, that wonderful fuckshaft had pumped out her hole last night. And was she ready to be mastered by that thing again!
"Want my prick in you, huh, baby? Can you feel it slippin' in, already, shoving down into your gut? Good, 'cause that's just what's gonna happen to you… only not the way you think."
Monica shivered. She could only guess what Jack had in mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
The big stud had mounted her from behind, holding her asscheeks apart with one hand while sticking his prickhead against her shitter. Monica saw stars, her head whirling around and around. She sucked in air rapidly. Panting, wheezing, the terrified woman felt the pressure increase against her asshole as Jack grunted like a stuck pig behind her. "Nooooofffffff!"
Monica shook her head in a silent plea, the pain from her asshole edging down to the rounded curves of her asscheeks and down her thighs. It was so awful, so horribly painful. He was going to fuck her in the ass, drive his fat, long cock down into her bowels! Her husband had tried that once or twice unsuccessfully. Always, Monica had pushed him away, feeling the pain she had endured initially couldn't possibly be worth any pleasure she would get later. But now the woman had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack squatted down a little more as if he were taking a shit, pressing his cockhead harder and harder against her violated asshole.
"Uhhhh… man, you're real tight… probably ain't been fucked there," he mut tered, pulling back and rubbing her asshole with one finger. Monica winced, sighing, grateful for the temporary relaxation of pressure against her body.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!"
"Gonna take care of that right now. Gonna make you loose enough so I can take you in the butt," Jack muttered.
Monica felt him getting down on his knees, felt his big hands gripping her asscheeks, forcing them apart, exposing her cunt and shitter. The woman groaned, feeling the cool air wafting against the moist, hot meat of her peeled open pussy. Why couldn't he fuck her there? Why couldn't he be sanding his prick back and forth, rubbing that hunk of cock meat over her tingling clit as he had the night before? No, he was teasing her, purposely not touching her cunt as her pussy lips swelled and fluttered with excitement, keeping his fingers well away. She could feel his panting breath now against her asscheeks. And then… and then he was drawing his tongue over her asscrack! Yes, she could feel it sliding up and down the deep split while his bushy mustache tickled the sweaty, sensitive flesh. Monica curled her fingers until they cramped, biting down on the gag as wild feelings coursed through her body.
He was moving down, down toward her shitter, his callused fingers holding her asscheeks apart. It was wild, obscene! And then his tongue was working on her asshole, sliding back and forth, lapping up and down, messing up her shitter. And what was even more amazing was the other feelings resulting from his tonguing, hot, spicy feelings radiating down to her unattended clit! Monica groaned, chewing on the latex gag, wishing she could tell Jack how much her cunt burned and ached for attention. How she wished she could have something good and hot and stiff sinking into her pussy, forcing out the juices as it tunneled into her body. Instead, he was licking her shitter, caressing the pink, wrinkled skin with his tongue while her cunt seemed to be forgotten. "Uuufuufffffff!"
Jack increased the pulling pressure, tugging her asscheeks yet farther apart, then sticking his tongue all the way in! Monica let out a gasp around the spit-slicked gag, her eyes widening at this new violation! She could feel his tongue scraping along the silky slick lining of her outer bowels, Jack's moustache tickling her assflesh. He was growling like some kind of wild animal as he kept licking and sucking at her asscheeks. Already, his spittle was dripping down her asscrack and oozing into her pussy slit! The woman groaned loudly again, wagging her ass from left to right. It was so good, so wonderfully good having his warm, wet mouth sucking on her ass, that tongue curling in, licking up and down while his teeth pressed in against her soft ass flesh.