"Stop her!" Malcolm shouted.
"Don't let her get out of here!" Mindy shrieked. "She'll head straight for the cops!"
Bertram Havermeyer reached out and grabbed her by the arm, but she shook him off and kicked him right in the balls. He fell to the floor, clutching his aching balls, wincing in severe pain and unable to pursue her as she dashed through the door.
She raced across the living room floor. Her entire body ached from the torture that she had undergone and her cunt hurt so badly that it slowed her movement. Still, she ran toward the front door. She had a good head start, and she knew that if she could only make it out the front door, she would be safe. Bertram Havermeyer would never catch her. She knew that for sure. She had executed a perfect place – kick right between his legs, and she heard him go down and hit the floor. Mindy was exhausted from the cunt-sucking that she had received from Sally. So she wasn't worded about that bitch catching her. The only one who could catch her was Malcolm Reams. But Malcolm was taken totally by surprise when she made her move to flee the condominium, and he was such a big, hulking man that he no doubt moved slowly. She knew that she could beat the big man in a footrace any time, even with her muscles and pussy aching so badly. She crossed the living room floor, trying desperately to make it to the front door – to freedom! Then her aching cunt seemed to grab her, to stop her in her tracks. She stumbled and fell to the floor. Sally pulled herself to her feet and moved haltingly toward the front door. Her hand gripped the doorknob. She began to turn it. Finally, she would escape! she thought with jubilation.
"Hold it right there, cunt!" came the familiar voice of Malcolm Reams. His voice was harsh and threatening.
Sally felt fear welling up inside of her. Her spine shivered at the sound of Malcolm's cruel voice. But she did not turn around to face him. The next time I face that bastard, she thought, will be on the witness stand in a courtroom. When Malcolm and Bertram and Mindy would be on trial for raping and torturing her. She opened the door about a half a foot when the heavy black leather lash raked across her bare ass-cheeks.
"Close that fucking door, cunt!" Malcolm shouted harshly.
"Fuck you!" she shrieked. But before she had a chance to open the door wide enough to make her escape, the whip slashed across her shoulders and ass-cheeks. She flinched and fell to the floor. The pain was unbearable. She turned and looked at Malcolm. He stood on the other side of the room, his powerful muscles rippling; his body looked awesome. Malcolm's huge prick was as hard as a rock. He had a glistening hard-on. The entire length of his prick was lubricated with Vaseline. In his hand he held a long, wicked bullwhip.
"Close that door!" he repeated, and he punctuated his command with a slashing whip stroke. The braided tip of the bullwhip struck Sally's nipple and raked across her bare belly.
"Owwww!" she screamed as she groveled about on the floor. "Please, don't do that! I beg of you!"
Malcolm paid no attention to her pathetic pleas for mercy. He lashed her again, this time wielding the bullwhip in an expert whip-stroke that left the wretched young girl wrapped up in the whip, virtually held in bondage by the whip that coiled about her tormented body.
Malcolm strode forward, a lascivious smile pasted to his face. He kicked the door shut, then turned and kicked Sally in the ass. "You fucking stupid cunt!" he shouted. "What a dumb thing to do. Now you're really gonna get it. If Bertram's badly hurt, he'll give it to you good, bitch. Shit! You'll be lucky if you get out of this alive. Now, up on your knees and lick my cock."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tears streamed down Sally's face, but Malcolm Reams didn't care in the least. He stood towering over her, his massive prick pointing skyward and glistening with Vaseline.
"Lick my cock, bitch!" he commanded harshly. Sally had no choice but to obey his lewd demand. She gripped his throbbing hard-on in her hand and drew his prick to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked tenderly at the base of his giant cock. She was doing her best to please the brutal, domineering man. But her best simply wasn't enough.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Sally's head rang from the hard, punishing slaps that Malcolm Reams meted out to her. She wept, but her tormentor paid no attention.
"Lick the tip of my cock, you stupid cunt!" he shouted. "Christ! When are you gonna learn to pay attention? You really are a dumb shit!"
Malcolm's words rang true. Only a stupid shit would get trapped into such a debauched, depraved scene. Sally felt like a real fool. As her tongue bathed the tip of his bulbous cock-knob, his prick throbbed and grew in size. His cock was so large that it frightened the hell out of Sally. She lapped at his growing cock, and watched his prick-tip fill with hot blood. Malcolm was a horny stud, that was for sure. She only hoped that she could lap his cock until he came. Then she wouldn't be forced to endure the ordeal of a powerful fucking.
"Okay, my little cunt! Down on the floor, on your stomach!" Malcolm demanded.
"B-but, why?"
"Don't bother me with stupid questions, bitch," Malcolm said. "Just do what I said."
Sally hastened to obey, stretching out on the floor, her firm, ripe ass-cheeks thrust upward. She whimpered in degradation. Such a humiliating situation! she thought.
Malcolm Reams knelt between her legs and gripped her tender thighs. He spread her thighs apart.
"Now for some real fun!" Malcolm exclaimed. His voice was higher pitched than usual. Sally could tell that he was planning to do something terrible to her. She knew that he wasn't going to whip her. He had thrown the whip down. Probably he was planning to fuck her from behind-doggie style. She could handle being fucked again. Hell, she had been fucked by both Malcolm and Bertram in the past two hours. And she had been forced to suck Sally's pussy. God! What a disgusting thought! She was definitely not prepared for Malcolm's next comment.
"Such nice ass-cheeks, and such a lovely virgin asshole, just ripe for fucking," Malcolm said, unable to disguise his enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'm gonna stick mw big prick right up your little asshole, you cunt. You'll hate it at first, but then you'll learn to love it. You just wait and see. You'll love getting ass-fucked by Malcolm Reams. He's the best ass-fucker in the business, darling."
Sally was appalled. Malcolm really meant what he said. He was going to stick his cock up her asshole. That was impossible. It was difficult enough accommodating his big prick in her tight, wet pussy. But, her asshole! That was impossible, a physical impossibility. Surely, he would damage her, split her in two, and even kill her with his cock. She cringed in fearful anticipation. What would it be like to have her tiny asshole impaled by a giant prick? One thing was sure. It would hurt like hell!
"Spread those legs wide, cunt!" Malcolm commanded.
She meekly obeyed.
"Yeah, look at that nice ripe asshole! Damn! This is gonna be great!" Malcolm bellowed.
Sally shivered and shook with fear and anxiety. Malcolm tried to console her. "Listen; I know this isn't gonna be easy for you, the first ass-fucking never is easy. But tell you what I'll do. I'll slip my finger in your asshole first. That'll give you a chance to get used to the feeling. Shit! I'll even put a little Vaseline on my finger."
"Gee, thanks a lot," Sally said sarcastically.
Malcolm rubbed his forefinger over his greased up prick. Without warning, be slid his finger into her tightly clenched asshole, penetrating deeply into her tender ass-channel.