Diana took the outsized cock down her throat like a sword swallower. As her nose pressed into the coppery bush at the base of her tormentor's big prick, another scream and her gag-reflex combined to grip the cock in a fierce grip.
"Holy fuck!" Frank shouted, as a boiling blast of come was sucked right down his victim's pale arching throat.
Diana moaned as jism surged up her throat around the fat shaft of the cock in her face. She fell back, eyes streaming tears from the pain in her pussy. Frank came with her, hunching over to keep his cock thrust far into her upturned face.
The pumping prick filled her mouth with slimy come. Diana rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. The taste of Frank's come sickened her to the depths of her soul. He was coming in her mouth – after what he had done to her!
Eric's lust-fevered, eyes took in the sight of Diana writhing around with Frank's cock embedded in her face. He saw come bubble past Diana's lips around the throbbing, come-spewing prick. A white drop of jism ran down her cheek.
"Oof!" he said. His prick, half-engulfed by his sister's greedy cunt, quivered and spat jism.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Yeeeeeeeahhhhhhh!" Yvonne howled. Her silky buttcheeks drove downward to slap hard against her brother's muscular thighs. The cock in her pussy jerked and spat come again. "C-c-come in my cunt! I'm commmmmmminnnngggg!"
The walls of her pussy tensed about the pulsating length of her brother's cock. Eric moaned and clawed at her white shoulders. He sat up, crushing her full jugs with his chest, driving her pebble-hard nipples deep into the succulent cushions of her tits.
Come mixed with cunt juice slobbered from the distended lips of Yvonne's cunt. Come mixed with saliva oozed from Diana's well-fucked face as Frank's big cock kept spurting the gooey white jism into her mouth. The free-flowing come had filled the victim's nose and mouth and now she was choking and gagging and coughing on Frank's prick and the jism that jetted from it.
Her every gasp and choke made her tormentor's prick shoot come as though an endless supply was stored in his balls. Frank's elbows were to the wall as he stirred his cock round in her face, grunting and crying out in hoarse delight as he fucked his come down Diana's throat. The sounds of Eric and Yvonne fucking themselves into a frenzy of incestuous orgasm reached his ears.
At last every drop of come was pumped from his nut sac into his naked victim's mouth. His big prick gave several final pulses and went still. Diana moaned. Tears leaked from the corners of her tightly-shut eyes.
Frank raised himself. The cock slithered from between Diana's lips. Come dripped from the limp cock onto her mouth.
She spat the cock out and shook her head. Frank laughed. "You suck cock pretty good for a married lady," he laughed.
"You bastard!" Diana sniveled. "You filthy son of a bitch. Oh, dear God, what have you done to me?"
Frank's response was to reach down and yank the blindfold from the captives eyes. Diana blinked, dazzled by the dim light in the motel room. "Go on," Frank said. "Take a look at yourself, baby."
A pink tongue, mottled with come, peeked from a corner of the naked woman's mouth. It made a circle of her lips. Diana moaned as her tongue scooped up acrid remnants of Frank's come.
It took all of Diana's willpower to make herself look down at her gleaming naked body. She didn't know if she could stand the sight of her tits. To see her once-perfect, alabaster titflesh disfigured by the glaring marks of the coals would be too much. Her eyes loved haltingly downward. And saw nothing! Her boobs were still slightly puffy and reddened from being whipped with belts and Frank's thick rope. But not a single burn-mark glowed against the succulent flesh of her tits.
She stared at Frank in mute incomprehension. Slowly he brought up the tongs. Between them was a dripping and shameless lump of ice.
"Wha…?" Diana asked. Yvonne was coming down from her pinnacle of orgasmic ecstasy, and her glorious naked body was turned so she could watch as her comely captive discovered how she'd been taken in.
"Ice," Yvonne said tauntingly. She tightened her pussy muscles on the still-rigid staff of her brother's cock. He groaned and his long prick squirted a few more drops of come into his sister's cunt. "Just ice and a little psychology. That's all. No hot coals, no nothing. You've been had, beautiful."
Yvonne's eyes were huge and glowing like star sapphires. Eric reached up to cup the rich ripe fruit of her tits. She sighed erotically. She was monstrously turned on – still – and her pussy was relishing the feel of every inch of his wonderful magic wand of cock.
Diana goggled at her. "You mean…" she said, and her voice trailed off. She glanced again at her boobs, the dripping ice cube, the limp cock between Frank's thighs, still moist from her saliva.
"Damn you!" she shouted. "God damn you all, you tricked me!"
Yvonne laughed. "Would you rather we used the coals on your tits for real?" she asked throatily. She stretched like a cat. Her tits rode up her ribcage like melons in slings. "It could be arranged."
That shut Diana up. But she continued to glare at the naked, black-haired wanton. Frank's come coated her mouth and tongue with a vile aftertaste.
Yvonne stood. Her brother's lanky cock made lewd slurping sounds as it went loosely out of her cunt, and when only a couple of inches were still in her pussy she clenched her cunt muscles and shot the rest of the prick out of her cunt. "Ahhh," he moaned.
Walking toward a chair near where Mike was tied, Yvonne said, "Frank, why don't you untie the bitch and put a loop over her head. I want to play with her some more." She sat on the chair and looked at her brother, who sat looking dazed with his hands splayed out on the floor.
"Be a darling and run get me my riding crop, Eric, dear, please?"
Eric got slowly to his feet. His prick swung between his legs like a meaty pendulum, spattering them with come and fine droplets of his sister's sweet pussy oil. "Sure thing," he said, and walked out into the afternoon sunlight.
Diana lay still as Frank untied her. She was exhausted. Her arms and legs were numb, and her whipped tits and rump felt a dull throbbing ache.
She was humiliated. She'd, screamed and thrashed and howled as though she were being burned alive – all because of a handful of ice cubes! Not only had she let her captors have theft cheap thrills from torturing her, she'd made a degrading spectacle of herself for them.
The cords loosened at wrists and ankles, then came off Frank fashioned a noose out of the rubber-coated wire, then fitted it loosely over the captive's head. She sat up and began to rub her wrists.
"Bring her to me," Yvonne commanded. She ran her hands over her own gleaming body. Her nipples stood out, so dark as to be almost purple, quivering with excited anticipation.
Frank raised Diana to her feet. She lifted her hands tentatively to the cord around her neck. Frank tugged on the other end, drawing it uncomfortably tight. "Don't do nothin', darlin', 'less you want to get choked a little," he warned.
Led like a dog on a leash, Diana walked listlessly to stand in front of Yvonne. The raven-haired motel manager sat like a queen on a throne, regal and haughty and breathtakingly beautiful. Even Diana felt her pulse run faster as her eyes took in the barbaric spectacle of Yvonne's splendid, naked body.
The woman's skin was white as pure fresh milk, in stunning contrast to the raven locks that hung to her shoulders and past her heavy tits. Her face was almost sculpted in its beauty, and Diana found the same magnetic power in those almost-shaped, azure eyes that her husband had. Yvonne's throat was alabaster. Her tits were two symmetrical globes of soft flesh tipped with big patches and marble-like centers.
Her waist narrowed to a point where the long-limbed woman almost appeared fragile. Then the curves of her body flared out into full hips and flowed smoothly into shapely thighs that framed a small, neat, and impossibly black triangle of cunt-fur. A few droplets of Eric's jism dewed the tangled strands of pussy bush between her sleek thighs.