She screamed, her knees coming apart and dropping her on her belly as he tore the tape up off her. Cubes spit out her cunt and asshole as she howled in agony and writhed on the floor. Jones laughed and looked at the tape. A thick mass of cunt hair was attached to the bottom.
He forced her to kneel again, then tore off an even longer strip of the two inch wide tape. He pressed it against her belly button, then ran it down her abdomen and up between her legs again, rubbing his hand up an down the tape, pressing it tightly against her flesh.
She trembled and whimpered and began to sob in anxious anticipation. He snickered, then gripped the edge of the tape near her belly button and ripped it upwards as hard as he could. It tore back down her abdomen and up over her pussy lips, ripping out masses of pussy hair with it as she shrieked in agony and flopped on the floor again.
He clutched his sides and howled in laughter as he looked at her fiery red, nearly bare pussy. He kicked her onto her back and spread her legs, examining her crotch with interest. She'd only had a narrow band of pussy hair on account of the high cut bathing suits that were fashionable, now this band was nothing but a thin, almost invisible shadow.
He ignored her babbling pleas and tore off another strip of tape, fastening it over her cunt and abdomen once more. He held it by the free end as she moaned anxiously. He waited, knowing the waiting was torture on her, then tore it back suddenly. Again she screamed, though not as badly for there were far less cunt hairs left to be ripped free.
He stopped her writhing and examined her cunt again. It was nearly as bare and smooth as a baby's butt, hardly a hair to be felt and none to be seen. Her ass and cunt had spit ice cubes across the floor though so he replaced them and then put yet another strip of tape down between her legs and up between her ass cheeks, this one just to hold the cubes inside her.
He sat back in the chair then and dragged her up between his spread legs, pulling her face down over his fat, hard prick. She took it into her mouth, shaking and trembling from pain and cold, but willing to do anything for him so long as it didn't hurt.
She bobbed her lips up and down on his cock, her tongue rubbing furiously against his cockhead as she tried to bring him off quickly. She was hindered by not being able to use her hands but he was in no hurry, sitting back with his legs spread and his hands resting on her head.
He sighed in relaxation, happy with his little toy as she ran her lips back and forth, up and down his cockshaft. He pulled his feet up off the floor, resting them on her back as she sucked his boner. He suddenly shoved her head down hard, punching his cockhead right into her throat.
She gurgled in pain as he snickered and sighed in pleasure, the feeling of her throat choking around his cockhead wonderfully sensuous. He forced her head down until her lips and nose were mashing against his belly and crotch, then let her pull back up again.
She gasped for breath as his cockhead popped out of her throat and back into her mouth, then sucked even harder on it, hoping he would come. But he jammed her head back down again, forcing the cockhead and several inches of shaft back up into her gullet.
He came then, pumping wads of sticky cum straight down her throat and into her belly. He sighed in pleasure, leaning back in the chair, his hands behind his head as he let her head rise again and his cockhead slipped out of her throat.
His hands slipped beneath her and he cupped and fondled her fat titties. Then he had another idea.
He pushed her away and went over to the sink and turned on the cold water. He let the tap run for a minute so the water was extra cold, then poured it into a big pot. He turned off the tap and put the pot on the floor, then dumped in the remains of the ice cubes. He stirred it a little with his finger, then drew it out and licked the cold digit.
Jessie watched him worriedly as he turned and grinned at her.
"C'mere slut," he ordered.
She crawled over to him and he gripped her by the hair and arm, bending her forward, pushing her chest down over the pot. Her fat melons pushed right into the icy cold water and she gasped in shock, trying to pull away. He snickered an laughed, pushing harder, immersing her boobies in the ice water for a long minute.
Finally he pulled her back out of the water. Her tits were now swollen and hard with the cold, her nipples erect, hard like little pebbles. He pinched them, then bent and took one into his mouth, sucking avidly.
He sucked the other nipple, then returned to the first one, his hands stroking the hard, taut fleshy mounds. He pulled back then and picked up the pot of ice water, dumping it over her head. He howled with laughter, then got up and went into the living room to see what was on TV. Nothing much was on except soaps and game shows so he came back to play with his toy.
"I have to take care of the horses," she announced.
"Horses?"
"Yes. They're in the stable. I should have gone and checked on them yesterday. They'll have used all their grain and hay now and will be starved."
"Well, by all means, let's go."
First he put on some clothes, then, refusing to let her do the same, he followed her outside to the stables. He cut the tape off her wrists, freeing them, then ignored her, examining the horses as she poured them grain and water and set out hay.
"Any of these stallions?" he wondered.
"No, they're all mares."
"Too bad. I would've loved to see you sucking off a horse." She didn't answer that as she petted Donna, one of the mares. He looked around the stable, prying into corners. She thought about jumping up on Donna and racing away but he had his gun stuck in his belt and would almost certainly shoot her before she even got out of the stable.
He picked up a metal device from the corner, a long tube that looked something like a bicycle pump and examined it.
"What's this?" he asked. She looked over and swallowed in surprise.
"I uh, I don't know. Just some piece of junk that's been broken for years."
He put it down again and wandered away, much to her relief. He opened a fridge and looked inside. It was stacked with pills and medicine for the horses. He lifted out a big half gallon container and looked inside it.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, frowning down at the thick, white, creamy stuff.
"Just a uh, an ointment for the horses if they get a sore." He turned it around and then grinned broadly.
"How come it says horse semen on it then?"
"It used to uh, have uh, horse semen," she gulped as he carried it over to her. He was smiling as he approached but when he was a couple of feet away he swung his hand and cracked it across her face hard. She whirled around and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
"Lying little whore!" he yelled. "You're a filthy, stinking slut!"
He pulled the roll of electrical tape from his back pocket and quickly taped her wrists behind her back again. He pulled her up to her knees by the hair, ignoring her screams of pain, then opened the big round plastic container and bent her head back.
"Okay whore, here's some horse juice for you. Drink it."
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
"Drink it, cunt!" He pulled her hair even harder, but she clenched her teeth tight, refusing to drink the horse semen. He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her head way, way back, thrusting her two round tit balls out against her taut skin. He glared angrily at her, thinking of pouring the whole thing down on her head.
Instead he set it down away from her. He scrabbled around beside her, still holding her head back by the hair as he pulled his belt from the loops.
"Fucking cunt face bitch," he snarled. "I'm gonna show you your place!"