"Oh!"
With a match, the coals burst into flame, the fires dancing up toward the ceiling, illuminating the basement in a hellish light.
"This is gonna be somethin' you're gonna carry around with you for a long time-right to the grave, I think," Chuck said, disappearing again and leaving Joan twisting in fear.
Chapter 9
"No!"
"This is gonna be your last lover for a long time, baby This and my cock."
Chuck was holding an iron bar. It was nearly three feet in length and one inch wide. The handle appeared to be wrapped tightly with straps of black leather, although in the flickering light it was difficult for Joan to be sure. The tip was a grooved disc an inch thick. In a flash, the woman realized what was in store for her. Branding! That was what Chuck meant by her having a mark from him that would last her for the rest of her life. He was going to brand her!
"Noooooo!"
She shut her eyes, jerking her shoulders against the hard stone, wondering what kind of agony she would have to endure before he would finally let her go home. Chuck was holding the branding iron as if it were an extension of himself. A cock. A dildo. He was going to drive that awful thing up into her, up to the handle and kill her with it.
"Seen enough to make you happy, baby?"
That thing seemed to grow before her eyes. Time stood still for the terror-stricken woman. Joan felt alone on this tiny cold stone planet. Her only company was a monster that was going to stab her, dismember her, drill into her until she was consumed by some awful climax.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Man, I can tell you're hot!" Chuck hefted one tit with the rod, letting the cold iron slide over her flesh. "Your nipples are gettin' real thick and hard. Baby, you want it bad, real bad!"
"No, no…"
Chuck lifted the iron, swinging it above her head purposely to terrify her. It whooshed, whipped through her shadows, nearly hit her head, then finally descended against her belly. Joan felt her belly flesh quiver and tighten at the touch of the cold iron. She rubbed the naked backs of her legs against the cold stone that was gradually warming to her body. Her asshole winked shut while her nipples hardened even more. Gooseflesh broke out all over her body, tightening the skin against her muscles and bones. And Chuck was there rubbing the iron over her pussy, letting the cold material slip into her cuntal crack, then finally touching her clit.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Joan screamed. But her cry wasn't from pain or terror alone. It was a combination of things-her senses being overloaded by so much stimulation. Chuck turned around, straightening the poker, then slipping the thing in several inches.
Joan jerked her ass up, puffing at her arms and legs while arching her spine like a bridge. He was fucking her with the iron, twisting it around, making sure it was slipping into her cunt-hole, then pushing it in deeper until she thought he was going to spear her body with it.
"Fuck it, baby! Fuck it like you fucked my cock. You want anything in there, so long as it takes care of your cunt, right bitch?"
"Uhhh! Uh! Huhhhhh!"
Joan was too ashamed, too hot to answer. She felt the horrible twisting thing aide in deeper and deeper, making her pant with horror and delight. There was something horrible and yet nastily delightful in being fucked so brutally by this hard, cold object. She drew her knees toward one another, but the straps kept her legs wide apart. Jerking at her arms, she felt more spasms race through her pussy. He was going to make her cum. He was going to make her climax right up against that rodding poker as he shot it up her cunt and speared her body.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Like havin' that? Harder than a dick? Man, one thing's for sure," Chuck said, smacking his lips together. "It ain't never gonna grow soft on you." He laughed as her body shook with lust. "A fuckin' machine. Somethin' good hot and hard that'll keep fuckin' you ‘til you croak."
While he talked, Chuck moved the rod around so the disc raked her clit. She screamed, her fingers curling until the nails grooved her palms. He was making her cum. Oh yes, yes, he was purposely making her climax, moving that cold iron over and over her clit until Joan thought she saw stars exploding behind her fluttering eyelids.
"Noooooo!"
"Come on, baby, do it, cum! Good bitch, good! You're gonna make it with this fuckin' thing right in front of me," Chuck whispered.
He kept on rodding her, twisting the iron around and around, letting the iron touch all the hot, sensitive spots of her cunt. In a moment, Joan thought she would come unglued. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing harshly through her pitching body. And still Chuck kept fucking her with the iron, twisting it around and around, stimulating her popping clit.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Never thought it could be this good, eh, baby? Never thought you could cum with a fuckin' rod up your cunt?"
Chuck shoved the iron in a little deeper, feeling it meet resistance as it stabbed harshly against her convulsing cuntal walls. Joan groaned, arching her spine again, fighting and struggling against the stabbing iron. She felt a sharp pain. But at the same time, she felt the cramping delight of her cuntal muscles as they tightened and milked at the fucking iron. She pitched and rolled her thighs lewdly, her knees shaking, her shoulders, wallowing against the stone while more and more juice seeped from her fuckhole, lubing down the branding iron.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
"Want me to quit?"
Joan bit her lip, then opened her mouth, a cry of unspeakable delight escaping from between her lips.
"Oh no, please don't stop. Keep turning, keep fucking me with that thing," Joan confessed, her face reddening as more flashes of pleasure exploded from her clit.
The woman twisted, grunting and groaning while the thongs held her tightly to the stone. Chuck studied her with amusement, then slowly began withdrawing the juice-smeared rod from her pussy. Joan protested, shaking her head from side to side, begging him to keep that thing in her until she bad finished her climax.
"No, that's too easy," he muttered, pulling the rod completely from her pussy, then lifting it to his nose and sniffing the black iron. "Yeah, cunt juice. Plenty of it," he added, his thick lips curling into a sneer. "You came and came hard with this mother roddin" you. Baby, you're gonna go outta your fuckin' mind later on."
"Oh, oh!
Joan was rolling her head from side to side, feeling her cunt caught in a kind of suspended animation, constantly twitching and convulsing while Chuck stood there laughing down at her. Her thighs tightened. Lust bubbled from her pussy while the odor from her aroused cunt seemed to fill the room. She was an inferno, out of control. She had to have a man in her1 a cock in her belly. That rodding, the terror that had gone along with it,.had done things to her that made her scream and twist for more.
"Fuck, fuck!"
"I feel the same way," he said low in his throat, throwing the rod away.
Unbuckling his belt, Chuck slipped down his pants and climbed onto the stone slab, molding her heavy tits, flicking her nipples with his thumb nails until Joan screamed with frustration. She wanted his prick, his cock.
"Yes, mmmmmmmmmm!"
Chuck's touch was electrifying, touching off wonderfully sweet echoes in her cunt and clit. She could feel his prick now sliding over her thighs, inching toward her dripping cunt. Joan lay still, her body shaking as she waited for his fucking cock.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Her eyes closed, the cords sticking from her neck. It was wonderful. She could feel him easing in, separating her drenched cunt muscles, searching out her clit. He was taking his time, approaching her slowly, steadily. Each movement was an ecstasy to her, a driving wedge that set off fires, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. She held it back, not, wanting to lose the moment. But Chuck was doing it to her, forcing her to cum with each thrust.