But Lane could have told her to her horror that Vera was never satisfied, just postponed. For five minutes Vera twisted and rocked and thrashed her maddened cunt to Shawn's frantic mouth, deep shattering moans rolling from her throat while her swollen tits rose and fell in slow jerky heaves, while her hands crushed Shawn's mouth mercilessly to her boiling crotch.
Then with a final shuddering sigh she released the girl.
For a minute Shawn could only gasp for breath, her tongue rolling around her mouth to relish the strange flood of pussy-juice. "Going crazy," she finally whispered. "Going crazy! You've got to make me come! Fuck me whip me suck me beat me make me… commmmmmmmme!"
Vera's eyes gradually came into focus and she stroked Shawn's hair tenderly.
"Poor darling," she purred. "You did so well, you did fantastic! Let me get you a drink and a cigarette. I'm ready for a break. How about you, Lane?"
Lane had been sitting on the edge of the bed for the last few minutes for a close-up view. Now he teased Shawn's soaked thighs with his fingers, never touching her cunt-flesh but circling it with diabolical closeness.
"I'm ready for a break."
Shawn raised her head, tears of rage and helplessness flowing down her cheeks. "I don't want a fucking break! I want to come!" She tugged frantically at her chains to emphasize her white-hot frustration. "Suck me or fuck me, damn you both!"
"We will," Lane assured her softly. "You can bet your sweet ass we will. When we're good and Goddamn ready."
The girl blinked her eyes and shuddered convulsively from head to toe for a few seconds from shear nerve-shattering rage frustration. She felt her mind whirl and soar, beginning to crack into a thousand fragments. Then a bloodcurdling scream shot from her throat and she fainted.
CHAPTER FOUR
The moment Shawn regained consciousness she knew something was different. The naked girl had only been out for a minute but now she was chained on her back, spread-eagled out on the mattress with her tits and pussy exposed.
Vera sat at the head of the bed, gently lifting her head. Her other hand held a drink which she placed to Shawn's lips. She gulped a few swallows and felt a sharp tingle in her stomach. It was a double martini, followed by a few puffs on a cigarette the sadistic woman held for her.
"Feel better now?" Vera asked.
"A little. I feel like I'm being tortured by the Gestapo," Shawn whispered. She gulped more of the martini, feeling her tense flesh relax slightly. Only one thing could release the boiling knot of tension in her loins and if she didn't get it soon she'd be ready for a straightjacket. She didn't know why Vera was so weird, so cruel and tender at the same time. Nor could the sultry, hot-lipped swinger herself understand that since she'd gone through the same ordeal countless times as an impressionable teenager, the only way she could eventually get rid of her torment was to pass it on to someone else.
And Vera did, at every conceivable opportunity. "Please fuck me now," Shawn begged, her green eyes gleaming on Vera. "I'll do anything you want later on, but please fuck me now!"
There was that shrill note in her voice that thrilled Vera so deeply, that made her feel like an angel of terrifying retribution, Lane sat on the other side of the bed with a thick stack of Polaroid snapshots in his hand. He and his wife leaned over comfortably, making a cozy picture as they worked the helpless girl up even further by showing her their collection, adding comments.
"Ah, he was a wildcat," Vera mused as they stared at a slender, mad-eyed girl of eighteen or so who rode Lane's crimson cock like a saddle of fury. "She flipped out later. I heard they busted her for walking into a high-school class stark naked and trying to fuck everyone in it including the teacher. Then she tried to rape the cops who busted her."
The next shot showed Vera and a strikingly beautiful, big-busted redhead frantically locked in sixty-nine.
"She was a model," Vera recalled. "I thought I liked to eat pussy but she made me look like a girl scout."
The next snap showed Vera on top of the model, plunging the giant dildo into her cunt. The model's heels dug into Vera's ass and her back was arched so sharply off the bed she might have been levitating. But it was the look on her face, the expression of wanton joy and fury that made Shawn gasp. It was raw lust, fierce and beautiful and shocking, the very depths of insanely unleashed passion forever frozen – transfixed in time by the camera's lens.
"Do that to me!" Shawn whimpered, feeling her pussy throb with urgency. It was only then she realized they were showing her the pictures to torment her viciously. She suddenly strained at her chains with incredible strength, moaning deliriously, her face contorted with rage.
"I think you'd better fuck her now," Vera said to Lane. "She looks as if she might flip any second."
Lane's prick had gotten enormous from the pictures and he nodded in agreement. He put the snapshots aside while Shawn watched his long cock with blazing eyes, her hips undulating wildly on the bed. Vera picked up the camera as Lane climbed on top of Shawn. Instantly she dug her swollen hot tits into his chest and threw her soaked cunt upward, searching frantically for the huge head of his dick.
"Just take it easy, honey," he told her, gripping his burning meat in his hand. Jesus, was she primed! All silk and moist with agitation, tits boiling, crotch steaming, naked flesh on fire with eagerness. When Vera turned on a girl she pulled out all the stops.
Lane, too, was an expert at calculating when a woman would start to climax, feeling her cunt suck and throb with growing urgency, listening to her moans and cries while he waited for the perfect diabolical moment.
He slipped in only his knob and Shawn let out a low scream, thrashing up sharply with her hips. But Lane jerked up too, teasing her fiery cuntlips with his dickhead. He knew one thing for certain – he sure as hell wasn't going to last long with this juicy slit. It throbbed with electrifying need, sucking fiercely, slippery and tight and succulent.
Then he plunged his prick in almost to the hilt and Shawn hissed and hugged it savagely with her tortured cunt, tears of frenzied joy gushing from her eyes. It quivered and pounded in her dripping pussy with thrilling power.
"Oh yessss! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, more, faster, ooooh! Deeper, harder, need your – aaaah! – big hot prick! Whoo!"
No more than two minutes, Lane calculated. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his pumping stroke to a slow but violent rhythm which wouldn't get her off only excite her more. But Jesus, what cunt!
"Hot and good," he gasped, driving his boiling meat with lustful force. "Hey shit, Shawn, that's, that's fantastic cunt! WOW, fabulous! MMMMmmmoh, shit luscious!"
And it was, too. She was tight and searing and sucking on his huge rod with delicious spasms, wild groans accompanying each upward thrust of her hips. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit like a crazed animal, the explosive ball in her loins firing up rapidly. Oh Lord, she was getting fucked at last! The blissful release she needed so much that her sanity hung on by only a thread, was gathering tremendous power inside her frenzied cunt and she could feel her lust sweep over her naked perspiring flesh like a sheet of wildfire.
"Ohh God fuck me! Oh! Big prick love you! UNNNG! Think I'm… AAARGH! UNF! Jeeezus! Gonna come, oh Lorddddd!"
Just a few more strokes now, Lane thought, gasping as her juicy slit shuddered and wriggled and throbbed on his hard meat. Shit, he was going to come himself! Pull out, now, NOW!
He slipped his rod out just in time. For a minute he leaned on his elbows above her, catching his breath. Shawn shook her head insanely, mewing sounds coming from her lips. And then…
"N-n-no! Goddamn you no not again no no! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, don't, oh God – don't tease me any more! Losing my mind! Aaaaaaaagh!"