Tony, that bastard, then Psycho. Both of them animals. God, how she hated them. She couldn't wait to get even. But that was something to worry about later. Right now, she had a handsome hunk willing to fuck her, and she wanted to be fucked silly.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I like your big cock," she whispered into the man's mouth. "Feels so good. I like all of you." She squeezed her fingers into the taut muscles of his arms. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Mel," the man answered, returning her kisses.
"Oh, Mel, fuck me again," Debby said softly. "God, I thought my pussy was going to explode."
"Again?" Mel laughed. "Shit, baby, I haven't even had a chance to get started the first time."
She liked his voice. It fit him perfectly. So masculine and powerful, yet sensitive. And unlike the other bikers, he was clean and smelled good. He had curly, brick-red hair surrounding a square face, the same color hair that grew over his wide chest. His eyes were a dark blue, wide and expressive.
It was a nice face, a caring one. And he just might be her ticket out of here if she played her cards right.
"Roll over on me and fuck my eyes out," she whispered into his mouth. "Mmmmmmm, let me have this big prick of yours over and over."
"Whatever the lady wants," Mel said with a grin.
He moved his body over on hers and spread her legs a little wider with his knees. He clutched her tits with his large hands and kissed the hallow of her throat. As his teeth and lips nibbled at her soft yielding flesh, he began slowly pumping his ass up and down.
His cock slid noisily in and out of her frothy cunt.
"How's that?" he murmured. "Like it this way, sweetheart?"
Debby had to think for a moment. Quite frankly, she didn't, she realized at last. She liked it rough, and she like to be raped – just as Tony had raped her.
Tony, that bastard. Well, he might be a bastard, but he sure knew how to fuck!
The memory of the ropes cutting into her flesh while he jabbed his massive cock in and out of her cunt, flooded her mind. She wanted those fucking sensations again, and she also wanted the torture that Psycho had forced on her.
"Tie me up," she whispered.
"Well, I'm not really into that stuff," Mel said, shrugging his shoulders, "but if you really want…"
"Oh, I do!" Debby gasped out, "I want you to do it all to me. Make it hurt – hurt so good, you bastard."
She knew she could trust him completely. Why, he almost blushed when she suggested it. He looked so much like a little boy, she almost felt like patting him on the head.
"If you really want it," Mel said, pulling away and sitting back on his haunches. "I mean – remember you asked for it."
"I'll remember," Debby said impatiently. "Just do it, before I go nuts!"
"You want it to hurt?" Mel said, standing.
"Yes, dammit!" Debby said, her eyes on his perfectly formed body. "I tell you I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"
Mel reached for the ropes on the mattress and tied her hands together in front of her. When he was certain the knot was secure, he took another long length of rope and slipped it under the first knot. Again, he tied the hemp. He took the other end of the rope and threw it over a bare rafter in the ceiling, then jerked the slack out.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Debby cried, finding herself yanked to her feet, then her tip toes. "It-it hurts!"
"That's what you said, baby," Mel said, his voice suddenly cold. "And by God, you're gonna hurt like you never hurt before."
Debby thought her mind would explode. Christ, what was he going to do! And it was all her fault. She had begged for it like an idiot.
How could she be so wrong about a person? The look in his eyes was dead. And now, as he stood before her, he didn't look like a handsome, muscular youth. He looked like some evil, pagan God.
"I was just kidding," she gasped, feeling her shoulder's burn with pain. "This rope is… hurting me… too much!"
"You won't mind those ropes in a few moments, you little whore," Mel spat, moving toward the corner of the room. He lifted a long piece of leather, then turned facing her. "Oh no. Not after I whip the shit out of you with this."
Debby's nearly fainted when she saw the long, dark belt. It was about two inches wide, and almost five feet long. It looked lethal as he swung it back and forth.
"No – God, no," she gasped.
"Yes," Mel said. "But first, I gotta make those big tits of yours stick out a little more. Better target."
He reached down and grasped a long piece of rope and wrapped it around her tits in a figure-eight. As he tightened the two ends of the hemp about her neck and jerked out the slack, her tits bobbed upward. Her nipples almost brushed her chin. Her body throbbed with pain as the rough texture of the rope cut into her flesh.
"Ohhhh! It's killing me," she gasped, squinting her eyes closed. "Don't… God, please. I'll do anything, just don't."
"I know you're gonna do anything," Mel laughed. "And you're gonna start by screaming your fucking head off."
Debby only thought she had been degraded before. This was the limit, the absolute limit. She had actually begged for this insanity!
Her eyes were on the whip, her body shaking with terror. It would cut through the air and slice into her skin. She could already feel the burning spasms of pain to come.
Mel wrapped the end of the belt around his palm and drew back. With his eyes on hers, he slapped the belt forward, hitting her right nipple with the tip of it. The smack of leather on flesh echoed off the wall like a pistol shot.
At first, Debby didn't feel anything except a dull throb. A split-second later, however, her chest was flooded with pain.
Mel hit her again, this time on the left nipple.
Debby screamed so loud, she thought her head would explode.
"Take it," Mel said, grinning sadistically. He smacked between her tits and watched a red welt form. "Does it hurt, whore? Hmmm? Like you wanted?"
Hurt? Christ, it was killing her! He would beat her to death. And he was an expert. He could inflict pain without damage.
"God – please," she choked, writhing under his assault. "Don't! Please do it again." What! Had she said do it again.
"You like it, don't you?" Mel said, his chest heaving with excitement.
"Yes," Debby said, shocked at her words, I love it! Beat me and then fuck me, you prick! Mmmmmmm, that big prick between your legs.
Her eyes were on his cock, all thick and meaty and ripe for fucking. Already her pussy was churning, begging to be filled with his sweet cockmeat.
The feel of cock and slapping leather! Suddenly, her insides burst with warm release, and she knew she loved the whipping. It was like a frame around her pleasure, emphasizing it.
"Aieeeeeee!" she yelled out, throwing her head to one side. She bit the edge of her armpit until she tasted the salty flavor of blood. "Now, Goddamn you! Now fuck me!"
Mel dropped the belt and stepped closer. As he held her around the waist, he jabbed his hips forward, drilling his cock savagely into her climaxing cunt.
"Unhhhh – shit!" he gasped, humping slightly downward. He locked his mouth firmly around her wounded nipples, rolled his tongue over the flesh and the rough hemp.
When Debby felt his enormous cock, she had another thundering orgasm. She clamped her cunt muscles around his prickshaft until her loins burned with, exhaustion.
"Yes! Lick me and fuck me. Fuck that big prick in my pussy and pump in gallons of hot cum, you motherfucking stud!"
Mel tightened his grip on her hips and began fucking his cock brutally in and, out of her pussy. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed off the walls.
"All the way, cum-sucker," he panted, chewing at her tits like a starving baby. "Eat my big cock right up your guts and fuck it with your brains, whore."
Debby seemed to experience an eternity of climaxes. And when she thought it couldn't possibly get any better, it did. A million times so. For in the next few moments, she could feel his prick throb, ready to spit out all those wonderful globs of cum.