"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
He was doing it now with a regular thrusting drive, his cock sawing in and out, his balls dragging agalnst the stone, then nestling up against her pussy. He was doing all the work, nudging her womb with his cockhead, then drawing back until only the flanges of his cocktip were tugging at her pussymeat. Joan was tossing her head from side to side, her eyes clenched shut, her tongue darting along her dry lower lip.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The woman felt her whole mouth turn to cotton. Her body was drenched in her own perspiration while her cuntal muscles moved and pulsed with delight. She wanted to cry out, but somehow she couldn't. There was only a husky panting that filled her throat, a panting that told Chuck everything be wanted to know about her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Joan felt her wrists and ankles burning as she strained her body forward, trying to rise up to take him. She wanted to suck his cock deep in her cunt. She bit her tongue, swallowing her spit as, the tension between her legs grew worse and worse.
"Gonna scald you with my jizz, you Goddamned bitch! When I get… uhhhhhhhh… through with you you're gonna remember ol' Chuck and his cock!"
She flung her hips up and down, beating her ass with a sloppy rhythm against the stone. Whimpering with frustration, Joan wanted to feel all of him, every inch of his cock buried in her cunt while he fired his load.
Drilling down into her body, Chuck seemed to be drilling down into her soul. The hard cold stone beneath her, bruising her body, added to the hot, delicious sparks singeing her cunt. In a moment, she knew Chuck was cumming. He bit down hard on her shoulders, breaking her skin while he shot his thick heavy load of jizz into her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhb!"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
His rhythm built more and more while his breath caught. Joan could feel the hot wet sensation of the spunk spattering against her cuntal walls. The burrowing, driving force of his fucking sent her off yet again, a powerful climax shattering her mind while the cum oozed freely from her fuck slot, messing down through her asscrack. In a moment, it was all over. Chuck climbed off, grunting, shaking the last drops of cum from his cockhead to the floor. Joan wished she could lick them off, taste them with her tongue.
"It was good. Real good, bitch. But it ain't over yet," Chuck said, hitching up his trousers and picking up the rod once more. "I kinda lost my cool. It was sniffin' your pussy that did it to me. Ain't gonna make that mistake no more."
"Ohhhhh!"
Joan bad half-hoped he would say something like that. There was a dark force in her that had yet to be satisfied. Even after that hard cum-even after the jizz had smashed through her itching pussy, satisfying her, there was still something left inside her that needed more.'
"And this mother's still got some business with you," Chuck added, hefting the iron once again.
Joan felt her heart stop. She couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred. But at the center of the mist was that branding iron that was going to change her life forever. That, Joan felt, was the only sure thing in this wildness that was about to engulf them both.
Chapter 10
"Now, baby, when I fucked around with you before, I thought I could throw anything at you and you'd come around and throw it right back."
"No, that's not true!" she protested, feeling as if she were lying in her throat. "I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not!"
Chuck threw back his head and laughed. "You're just that kind of woman. And now we're gonna see just how far you can go."
Joan watched as he dropped the poker into the flames. Tugging futilely at the straps, Joan realized painfully her position. She let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, shaking wildly, jerking and twitching as if someone were stabbing her. Her cries flooded the basement. Chuck smiled, glad he had produced his reaction. Reaching down, he slapped her, open-handedly three times, finally bringing the screeching woman around.
"Ohhhbhh!"
Joan felt her flesh crawling with terror, and an unspeakable delight as the coals cracked and hissed in the bowl. The sparks rose, dancing and twisting together as they rose toward the ceiling. Chuck stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for the iron to heat. Cracking his knuckles before her, he glanced at her from time to time, licking his lips, then moving over to the bowl to see how things were going. His lips were now curling into a sadistic smile. Chuck grabbed the iron and stirred it around the bowl, the sound of iron against iron making Joan twist about in her bonds, perspiration dotting her wrinkled forehead.
"Yes, just about ready," he finally pronounced.
Joan stiffened, her body alive to every stimulus. She raised her bead from the stone slab, her eyes rounding as she saw that the shaft closest to the disc was white. The remainder had turned a dull gray.
"Oh no, no," she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball.
"You don't like this new cock? You were rutting like some Goddamned slut before, when I was fucking you with this thing."
"But… but it wasn't hot… not the way it is now," she stammered.
"That's true," he admitted, hefting the iron again, waving it through the air, then moving it up to the woman's startled eyes. Joan pushed back as much as she could, her heels digging into the stone. Her heart was beating wildly as Chuck examined the disc, then moved away from the big bowl.
"No, no, oh my Jesus… no, don't… don't do this thing!"
Joan's teeth chattered against one another while every square inch of her body felt alive. The sight of the rod so hot burned into her brain. She felt dizzy, faint with terror. Chuck smiled, lowering the iron until it was inches from her right thigh.
"Noooooo!"
Joan fought with the straps, her muscles ridging against her dampened slick flesh. The restraints creased her flesh as the iron dropped yet another inch. Chuck was carefully moving the iron about, an inch from her flesh. Joan stopped her wild thrashing, realizing one false move could send her body up to the burning iron.
"Uhhhhh!"
Chuck moved the rod down, down toward her pussy. For a moment, Joan thought he would ram it in her cunt as he had earlier. Only this time there would be the smell of gutted flesh. Instead, Chuck let the iron drift up a little, the heat making her cuntal mound quiver. She could feel the cum and juice drying under the heat while the rest of her body shivered in terror.
"Poor little cunt. All nervous," Chuck said mockingly, letting the disc burn down her frizzy cuntal cur1s.
Joan watched her blonde hairs blacken and curl down to her swollen flesh. The heat slipped into her fucksiot like a warm, licking tongue, making her clit stand up again. Chuck noticed her change in attitude and sighed with satisfaction.
"Now, for the tits."
He moved the disc up once more until it was above her right, nipple. Joan shrank badc1 tugging ~at the restraints, her eyes nearly crossing as she watched with horror.
"It's said that heat'll make those nubs even redder. Do you believe that, Joan?"
"No!"
"Well, let's see-just an experiment," Chuck muttered, dropping the disc against her right nipple.
At first, Joan only felt the pressure of the disc. Then there was a chilling sensation followed by a horrid, searing burning feeling that knifed into her brain. The woman screamed the cries of the damned, her voice shrilling past anything human as the burning poker singed her nipple. Joan arched her spine until it threatened to snap from the pressure, her shoulders beating the back of the stone slab. Never, never had she thought she would feel such burning agony. Chuck pulled the poker up from her nipple, looking down at the red, burned tit tip.