"Man, that's an ass that can take a whole lotta beatin'. Man, I could whip that sucker ‘til it bleeds!"
Joan rolled her thighs, clenching and un clenching her asscheeks as if inviting him to do more. Was she? What was happening to her? Joan didn't know and couldn't imagine as she waited for yet more to come.
Chapter 2
"Mmfmmfmfmfffff!"
He had unfurled the belt, letting the beveled tip chew into her asshole. Chuck was beating her with a horrid regular beat now, the belt snapping in the air high over his head, then crashing down onto her back and ass. There were criss-cross red marks on her upper and lower back, matching those on her asscheeks as the big stud kept on slamming the leather hard against her body.
"Yaghhfhhfhfhffffff!"
Chuck had taken careful aim on the last blow, making sure the tip slashed into her shitter and yanked it out of shape. Joan thought he bad shoved a burning candle into her asshole! She shouted through the gag, feeling her cuntal naves vibrating. Those awful, wonderful vibrations were being telegraphed to her clit. How that small gland ached and throbbed! She clutched the mattress to keep from throwing her hands around her dripping cunt. She could just imagine the guffaws that would spring from Chuck the moment she began massaging her throbbing pussy.
"Uhhfhhfhhfffff!"
Joan found herself keeping her asscheeks tense, instinctively opening and closing them with each beating smack of the leather. Then as Chuck slowed his beating, she raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"You fuckin' cunt! You want more, huh? You wanna really feel this mother crackin' into you, eh baby? You don't have enough, so you want more?"
"Nooooffffff!" Joan lied, her tears rushing down her face as Chuck brought the belt down like a whip, curling the leather around her neck. She choked as he temporarily cut off her windpipe.
"Gonna have you dancin' naked in the streets by the time I get through with you. You ain't gonna be screamin' no to anybody around here, baby. It's gonna go all the way?'
He stopped the beating. Thank goodness, he stopped the beating! But still Joan felt hot all over, her flesh seeming to glow while those delicious tingling needles sapped her resistance. Her cunt started twitching, the soft, pink, velvety walls rubbing against one another while juice flowed freely from her pussy slot. She rolled her hips again, feeling the sexy, subtle rub of her outer labes against one another. Sneaking one hand down under her thighs, Joan rubbed her fingers over her pussy, feeling her clit against her palm. Oh, oh, that was good, really good! She began raising her thighs a hula, fucking her cunt up against her hand.
"Can't stop movin', eh slut? Even when I'm not beatin' the luck outta you, you gotta still keep that ass movin' around."
"Let me go!" she shouted just as Chuck reached around and ripped the jockey shorts from her mouth.
"Come on, baby! You'd freak if I let you go. Probably be fuckin' yourself all night with a Goddamned hairbrush, wishin' I was back workin' you over."
"NO, no, you lie!" Joan whispered, her eyes rounded while-she felt her ass and back still hot and stinging from all those belted blows.
"Check yourself out, cunt. You can't keep that fuckin' ass still, man. You gotta have some action back there. And that's just what you're gonna get!"
"What… what are you doing?" Joan gasped, her muscles tightening with fear.
"Just keep your fuckin' hands back there right up against the headboard."
Holding one hand up against the headboard, Jack slipped the nylon formerly used to hold the gag in place around her left wrist, binding it to the wood and cinching the stocking tight with a double figure-eight knot. Joan rolled her eyes up, her lips parted as she watched him fastening the bond.
"Other's around here somewhere," he muttered to himself, slipping off the bed and kicking his boots through the pile of clothing strewn over the bedroom floor. Finding the stocking's mate, Chuck drew Joan's other arm back, keeping it three feet from her left hand and binding it to the headboard in similar fashion. Joan squirmed up, easing the pressure on her drawn back arms.
"You're gonna suck a man's cock now. I'm gonna fill that pretty little-mouth with cockmeat ‘til I hear you coughin' and gaggin' with it. And that's what you want, right?"
"No!"
She shouted at him, her eyes wide as she heard what he was about to do to her.
"Can't stand a lyin' broad," Chuck said, slapping her twice, then grabbing her by her knees and pulling her down on the bed. The woman groaned, feeling her muscles stretch painfully from the move. It was then Chuck unbuttoned his faded Levi's, pulling down the zipper and opening them in front of her.
It was huge! It was monstrous! Joan's mouth widened, her throat tightening as she saw the horrid thing bobbing inches in front of her His cock was at least eight inches wide and two inches thick. His meaty cockhead was a dark purple, the satiny skin stretched thin while a drop of pre-cum oozed from his narrow pissslit. The sac below the monstrous sausage of veins and hard muscle was swollen like a bag of walnuts.
Chuck grinned at her frightened reaction, sliding one hand down to his cock and letting it massage the base slowly. More drops of cum oozed from his slot, dribbling down in long clear streams toward the bed. He squeezed his balls now, rubbing them up against his crotch while massaging his thick cockshaft.
"Told you I was gonna make you dance naked in the Streets. One fuck with this mother and you ain't never gonna want nothing else."
"Stop it!"
But Chuck had no intention of stopping anything. He reached around, bending his knees slightly while rubbing his prickhead up against her lips. Joan was no stranger to sucking prick. There had been times when her late husband had been just too tired to fuck and she had used that little trick to arouse him. But those times had been mutual acts of love, of respect. This was something else, an act made to degrade and use her. Joan felt his hands tightening around her skull while his cockhead pressed up harder against her lips.
"Go on, swallow this mother, bitch! Get that tongue around it. You licked my boots real good. Now it's time to fuck around with my cock!"
Reluctantly, Joan opened her mouth, feeling the satiny fat cockhead sliding over her front teeth. She opened even wider, feeling her jaws ache from the tension as the big stud slipped his fuck rod into her throat. He mouth-fucked his cock halfway in, working his hips around in a circular motion, stirring his prick in her mouth as if it were a giant thick spoon.
"Mffffff!"
Gagged again, and this time with a man's prick!
"Suck it out, baby, clean me out with that tongue!"
She should have been feeling numb, or at least feeling nothing but shame and revulsion at what was happening to her. Instead, it was all she could do to fight back the moans she knew were bubbling to her lips. He was cupping her tits in his bands now, pushing his fingers deep into the soft, silky flesh until the pressure hurt-but hurt oh, oh, so wonderfully good! She shifted her ass on the sheets, feeling the material wrinkle and gat her up into her asscrack. He caught her hard nipple in his fingers and started twisting them, squeezing them cruelly until Joan thought he was going to crush them.
"Mmmmmmfffffff!"
"Gettin' too much for you? Gettin' too hot for you, baby? I don't think a brandin' iron's too hot for you, bitch!"
He rubbed her nipples again, sending yet another inch of his fuck meat into her mouth.