A Friend in Need. Chapter 15.
The bright, airy room, was filled with the sound of the heavy, laboured
breathing of the three recovering women. June lay panting where she had
collapsed over the table, her big bruised and swollen arsecheeks, radiating heat
as far as where the two older women were standing. Dolly and Celia stood,
catching their breath, while gloating, gleefully, over the quivering form of
their lovely, gently sobbing victim. Each carefully fingered her own sopping,
naked cunt, attempting to sooth, as much as anything, the throbbing ache in
their bloated, swollen ticklers. Both women had climaxed, repeatedly, while
abusing the buxom young Mother and the proof of that could be clearly seen in
the copious streams of seminal fluid, which ran, thickly, down the soft insides
of their full, plump thighs and down passed their knees.
The two men finished closing down the cameras and Bill nodded to his
flushed faced wife.
"Right, everybody." Called Celia, giving another hard, open-handed slap to
June's glowing arse. "Outside to the 'Play Pen'. Or, as Bill calls it, the 'Pig
Pen'."
She and Dolly, having pushed up their masks till they sat, like saucy
hats, on top of their heads, unceremoniously, pulled June to her feet and turned
her to face the door.
"We're ready, Bill." She smiled to her husband.
As the Sculptor opened the door and indicated, with an elegant flourish of
his arm, that the women should proceed him outside into the yard, The sobbing
June, standing awkwardly, with her shapely thighs spread wide apart, turned to
their Hostess, in alarm.
"Surely we are not going outside without putting some clothes on?" She
exclaimed.
"Well, my dear, you walked around outside there in the nude, so why
shouldn't we?" Celia smiled, sweetly. "Unfortunately, there is no one out there
to see us, or it would be even more exciting."
"Well, at least let me clean myself up!" Cried the degraded blonde in
desperation. "I'm in an awful mess!"
"Yes, you are, aren't you?" The Redhead laughed, spitefully. "If you are
good, I'll hose you down, like a mare, in the yard. Now, outside! Quick!"
Groaning with shame, the blushing young woman turned and walked, straddle
legged, through the door. As she passed, awkwardly, ahead of them, she could
hear their coarse remarks and feel their burning eyes fixed on the soiled, white
skin of her perfect buttocks.
As they followed her out, she heard Dolly giggle.
"My God!" Laughed the lecherous brunette. "What a beautiful, shitty arse,
she has!"
Once outside, to add to the tearful girl's shame and humiliation, Celia
ordered June to walk around the yard. The buxom young blonde, in an endever not
to soil herself any more than she already had, was forced to walk in an amusing,
bowlegged manner, with her full, fleshed thighs wide apart.
After a few minuets of this amusing sport, the Authoress directed the
debased blonde to walk to the wall at the end of the yard, where a tap and
coiled hose was situated. As the grinning guests watched their Hostess unwind
the hose, they could see by the nozzle that controlled the jet, that it was used
for hosing down the cars.
"Right, Mrs Bending." The Redhead smiled, while her grinning friends
watched eagerly. "Turn around, bend down, and stick that fat arse of yours, out
towards us."
Blushing red with humiliation, the buxom young woman did as she was told.
"Come on now, Mrs Bending!" Celia snapped, impatiently. "You know how to
'Assume the position'! Hollow your back! Curve it inward and stick that big bum
right out!"
June shuffled into position.
"There! That's better!" The Redhead exclaimed. "Now grab those bumcheeks
and pull them wide apart, so that we can all see your shitty arsehole!"
Burning with shame, June reached back her hands and gripping her plump
buttocks, she pulled them open wide.
"Oooooooh! How disgusting!" Cried the depraved Redhead with a gloating
leer, as her three gleeful collaborators, brayed with cruel laughter. "What a
dirty girl you are, Mrs Bending! A dirty, filthy Slut! That's what you are! Bend
foreword and stick your arse out a bit more. Lift it higher! I want to see your
cunt as well! And your pretty face!"
As soon as the young Wife and Mother was posed as she was directed, with a
wicked smile Celia turned on the hose and, with a moderate force, sent a heavy
jet of water shooting out to hid the sobbing blonde right on her pouting anus
and splashing all over her superb arse.
"Bull's eye!" Cried George.
"Excellent shot!" Laughed Bill, as his giggling Wife began hosing the
thick shit off the humiliated girl's soiled arsecheeks.
"Give 'Shitty Arse' a few good squirts on her twat, as well, Ceel." Called
Dolly. "She might like it!"
"Let me just clean her arse for her first." Answered the Redhead, as she
hosed the thick crap off the degraded young matron's soft, white buttocks and
washed it down the girl's full, shapely legs and onto the fancy paving of the
yard.
Once the weeping young woman's bruised and pink flushed skin was clean
again, to the delight of her friends, the leering Authoress directed the water
jet right at the gaping, raw red crack of the girl's swollen and agitated cunt.
June gave a shocked scream of anguish but, to the amusement of the
onlookers, she did not flinch away, but thrust her quim back at the cool,
spurting water and held herself steady against the spray.
"Just look at her!" Laughed Dolly. "She's just loving that!"
"Perhaps it's cooling her down." Grinned George, still kneading his rigid
prick in his big fist.
"If she thinks that, she'll be disappointed." Said Celia, with a wolfish
smile. "It'll take more than a little cold water to cool down the fires of lust
I've made rage through the veins of that buxom body of hers."
And, as if to prove the point, the lecherous lady turned the water
pressure up high and played the needle point jet around and over the squealing
blonde's huge, swollen clit. Soon the crying girl was writhing in ecstasy but,
just as she was about to cum, Celia turned the hose off.
"AAAAGH! God! NO! NO!" Screamed the young Wife in frustration.
"Save it." Laughed Celia. "You'll need all the juice you can produce in
just a little while."
With these words the Redhead threw the hose to one side.
"Right, Bill." She called to her Husband. "Into the 'Pig Pen' with her."
Moving to the building across the yard from the main house, Bill opened a
heavy door and led the small party inside. They proceeded to walk through the
first huge room, which June could see, by the finished statues and 'Work in
Progress', was Bill's Studio/Workshop. They then went through another sturdy
door and June felt the first hot flush of excited apprehension. The huge room
had no windows, but was lit with brilliant strobe lighting. Strange machines and
frames lined the walls and were placed all around, set well into the cool tiled
floor. Whips, paddles, crops and other instruments of correction, hung on the
walls. As did chains, leather cuffs, manacles and other harnesses of restraint.
"Well, now, Mrs Bending." The tall, good-looking Sculptor smiled, an evil
glint in his eyes. "Welcome to our 'Play Pen'. I hope you find it interesting."
As June glanced around her, she realised, to her horror, that the feeling
of helpless and fearful vulnerability that was creeping over her voluptuous
naked body, was causing hot flushes of pure lust to surge through her. The
knowledge that she would be soon be submitting herself to her captor's malicious
and lecherous debasement, seemed to ignite the fires of her high sexual arousal
and concentrate these delightful thrills in the area of her abused and
lustswollen cunt. Her big clitoris, in particular, was responding to the
stimulation, for, even as she walked about the fearful room, her fat, soft
cuntlips, rubbed and chaffed, wetly, around the itching, protruding length of
her stiff and sensitive tickler, shooting sparks of lascivious delight to her
engorged and swollen nipples.
"Come and see what's over here, Mrs Bending." Said Celia with a wicked
chuckle. Taking the girl's hand in hers, the Redhead led the trembling blonde to
the far end of the large room.
June gave a gasp of fear and her big, blue eyes grew wide with awe. There,
in a special place all its own, stood 'The Stake'.
"Wow!" Cried Dolly. "Just look at that George! What a beauty!"
"Yes, isn't it?" Smiled Celia, proudly. "Bill made it, all on his own.
He's good with his hands, as you all know."
The Authoress looked at June, who had not yet taken her eyes off the
awesome shaft.
"Do you like it, Mrs Bending?" The Redhead asked, her own green eyes
dancing with glee.
She moved to an electric consol that stood to one side and began running
her fingers over the buttons. The Stake seemed to come to life as the woman put
it through its paces.
"Of course, it's not quite as big, or as thick, as the one on the island."
Celia explained, as she made the smooth column shake and piston up and down.
"This one as only a five inch diameter shaft. Well, we don't want to kill some
poor Slut, do we?"
After demonstrating the ability of the Stake's domes tip to inflate to the
size of a large football, the Authoress restored the dreadful column to its more
standard dimensions, and turned it off.
"Well?" Celia raised her eyebrows at Dolly. "What do you think, Darling?"
"Oh! It's beautiful!" The brunette squealed with delight, and moving
foreword, she lifted her hands and ran her fingers up and down, around the
polished shaft. "Ooooooo!" She crooned, her tongue licking over her sensual lips
as she eyed the thick column, lasciviously. "Have you ever mounted any one on
it, Ceel?" She asked.
"Oh! Most certainly so!" Laughed the lovely Redhead. "Friends of ours send
their lovely young Italian Maid to us for regular punishment. A beautiful dark,
plump girl, just seventeen, who comes to us about once a Month. Well, my dear,
she was the first to sit on it. She danced a merry jig, I can tell you. Since
then a few have wriggled on its tip."
The woman turned to the trembling blonde.
"So....." She smiled, sweetly. "You will be a good girl, won't you, Mrs
Bending?"
Without waiting for a reply, their Hostess took the agitated young woman
by the elbow and led her to another 'odd' device.
Here, surrounded by floodlights and strategically placed Video and 'still'
cameras was, set into the floor, an upright chromed steel tube, that stood
thirty inches high. Eighteen inches off the floor and welded centrally, a
chromed steel crossbar with a leather strap at each end, extended out eighteen
inches each side of the upright. Set, T-shaped, across the top of the upright,
were two rubber encased rollers, about a foot long, and fixed, with a series of
complicated cogs and spindles, into a chrome-plated steel frame. It looked like
an old-fashioned Mangle, used for wringing out wet clothes.
Celia placed June to stand before this strange machine and stood back.
Looking down at the machine and then up at the cameras, apprehensively,
the flushed young Wife glanced, fearfully, at the small group of naked
libertines who were, gleefully, watching her every reaction.
Celia stepped forward. In her hands she carried a set of soft leather
straps.
"Dolly." She said, as she moved towards the younger woman. "Help me show
Mrs Bending what is required of her."
The two women closed in on the girl and, quite submissively, the buxom
young housewife allowed her plump arms to be pulled up behind her back. Quickly,
Dolly and Celia strapped leather cuffs around the girl's wrists and around her
upper arms at the elbows. This done, they attached each of the girl's wrists to
its opposite elbow by clips on the cuffs. This pulled back June's shoulders and
forced her big breasts to thrust right out in a most salacious and vulnerable
way.
While Dolly fondled and squeezed the girl's defenceless udders, lewdly,
Celia adjusted the machine so that the rollers were about two inches apart. Then
the Redhead opened the rollers, which were hinged at one side, and swung the top
half of the mangle, upright.
"Now, then, Mrs Bending." The woman smiled her sweet, cruel smile. "I want
you to follow my instructions, carefully, understand?"
Fighting back her tears, June nodded, miserably.
"Right, then." The Authoress continued, as she and Dolly attached leather
cuffs around the girl's legs, one just beneath each knee. "Spread your thighs
and bend your knees, so we can fix these cuffs to the ends of this crossbar."
Obediently, the trembling girl complied.
To get into the required position was quite difficult. She found that she
had to assume a sort of half squat, raise herself right up on her toes and
spread her knees very wide to span the full three foot of the crossbar.
When her knees were fastened securely to the firm support, June found that
her full fleshed thighs were forced wide apart and that she had to remain up on
her toes, as only the balls of her feet could touch the floor.
"There now." Said Celia, as she straightened up and walked around to the
girl's front. "All we have to do now is to secure her top half."
Taking hold of the squatting blonde's big, arrogantly jutting breasts, in
her hands, the Redhead carefully hung the great jugs, over the short length of
the bottom roller. Having arranged the soft, white globes to her satisfaction,
the smiling woman brought down the top half of the Mangle and clipped it into
position.
June gave a gasp. The base of each breast was now firmly squeezed between
the two rollers. The girl glanced up, apprehensively, and met the lovely
Redhead's cruel green eyes, as the leering lady began turning a small handle on
the side of the machine.
Panicking, the buxom young housewife tried to pull herself away but, with
her arms secured behind her back the way they were and her legs strapped wide,
in that lewd and amusing manner, all that Dolly had to do to hold her in
position, was to push against her back with one hand.
The girl's big, blue eyes grew wide and she gave a loud cry of alarm as
she felt the two rollers close together, mercilessly squeezing the soft bases of
her great breasts between their hard, smooth cylinders.
"Oh, God!" She cried. "Oh, GOD! NO! NO!"
Celia gave a throaty chuckle, as she watched the younger girl's fleshy
jugs swell up into hard, round balls, as she tightened the rollers together.
"She'll be alright now, Dolly." She laughed. "She's caught fast by her
tits. Come around here and just look at this cows udders."
The brunette hurried around to the girl's front, where the men were
already standing, to get a better view of the mangling of the girl's breasts.
The naked businesswoman's dancing dark eyes grew wide with delight.
The blonde's big, round milk globes had both ballooned right out of the
front of the machine as the rollers had squeezed their fleshy bases, tightly,
between them. Adding to the four lechers glee, was the fact that the groaning
girl's tight skinned, almost bursting spheres, bruised and welted as they
already were, were now turning a beautiful shade of dark purple. They
contrasted, beauifully, with the rest of her pale white body.
"My! My!" The brunette laughed, as she gripped the girl's long, hard, inch
thick nipples, and cruelly twisted and rolled the swollen and congested stalks
between her fingers and thumbs. "Just look at these great, big udders! Aren't
they pretty?"
Watched by her three excited friends, Celia completed the tightening of
the rollers. Oblivious of the girl's pitiful cries, the grinning Redhead
attached a long handle to the adjustment point on the side of the mangle.
Releasing the sobbing blonde's big swollen nipples, Dolly looked on with
interest.
Glancing at the eager faced brunette and the two rutting men, Celia took a
firm hold on the handle.
"Now, watch this." She leered, evilly, and began, slowly, turning the
handle.
The buxom young Wife and Mother, drew in her breath in a loud, strangled
gasp. The rollers of the Mangle were turning slowly and her ballooning breasts
were swelling up, alarmingly.
"EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH! No! no!" She shrieked, hysterically. "MY BREASTS! MY
BREASTS ARE BURSTING!"
"Now what did I tell you, Mrs Bending?" The Redhead smiled, sweetly, as
she continued turning the rollers. "They are your udders! When you speak of
them, you must refer to them by that name!" The handle still turned. "Now, what
was it you were saying?"
"OH GOD! OH GOD!" June screeched, her big blue eyes bulging from her head.
"PLEASE, MRS PAIN! PLEASE! MY UDDERS! MY UDDERS! MY UDDERS ARE BURSTING! MY
UDDERS! MY UDDERS!"
Celia nodded in satisfaction and her three accomplices laughed, with glee,
as the terrified blonde shrieked in pain and panic, hot tears splashing down on
the crushed and flattened flesh of her tortured tits that was being slowly drawn
through the ever turning rollers.
"That's better." Laughed the lovely Authoress, as she stopped turning and
disconnected the handle. "Okay. We'll leave them like that, for now. We might
drawn them right through, later. But, for now, she's braced as firmly as we need
her."
"And don't these big udders look lovely?" Leered Dolly, smoothing her hand
over the painfully swollen globes. "Tight as a drum and as purple as a plum."
And the excited brunette raised her hand and struck down, hard and
spitefully, with the back of her fingers, on one of the bitterly crying girl's
badly bruised and drum-tight tits.
"NAAAAAAAAAH!" June screamed, again. "Oh, please, Mrs Pain! Please slacken
off the rollers! MY UDDERS WILL BURST!"
"Nonsense, my dear." Celia laughed, cruelly. "They'll take a lot more than
that, before the Weekend is over. Besides, Miss Stern is quite right. Your
udders look delightful like that. Just look at how excited you've made the
boys!"
At her words, the two men thrust their groins forward and proudly
displayed their rampant erections to the frightened eyes of the panicking
blonde.
"It's alright, my dear." The tall Sculptor laughed, at the fearful
expression on the girl's pretty face. "I'm not going to beat you with it!"
"Oh, aren't you?" Giggled the vivacious brunette. "Well, it's such a good
idea that I think I will."
And gripping the thick root of Bill's massive prick in her hand she began
smacking the pain-racked, drum tight globes of June's badly swollen breasts,
with the man's huge, rigid, club-like length.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Went the big cock as it beat against the
solid, drum-tight flesh of the distressed young woman's juddering, purple milk
melons.
"That's right." Grinned Celia. "You two amuse her there, while George and
I take another look at this lovely big bum of her's. Come on George."
And taking the big business man's stiffly standing cock in her ladylike
hand, the Redhead led him around to the buxom young blonde's superb and
immodestly displayed rear.
"Aaaaah! Yes! A beautifull arse." Celia leered, lecherously, at the sight.
"Quite a Pan-Full, eh, George?"
Releasing the fatman's prick, she bent forward over the girl's offered bum
and placed her hands on its heavy, white buttocks.
"Here, George." Said the grinning Redhead. "You pull her big bumcheeks
apart, while I get at her arsehole."
George leaned across the blonde's back and, taking hold of one of the
humiliated young woman's big buttocks in each large hand, he pulled them wide
open.
Celia gave a lascivious chuckle. There, lewdly displayed before her
smouldering green eyes, was the sobbing young Wife and Mother's big, pink and
defenceless anus.
"Ah, yes!" Leered the lascivious lady, as she ran her elegant fingertip
around the wrinkled, puckered rim of June's pouting arsehole. "As I remember it,
this rosy ring of yours is quite tight, Mrs Bending."
As she spoke, she probed the tip of here middle finger into the centre of
the younger woman's anus and, with a twisting motion, screwed her long digit
deep into the squealing girl's rectum.
"Oooo! Yes! It is tight, isn't it?" The Redhead chuckled with delighted
satisfaction. "It's just right for our little 'experiment', Dolly. Of course,
I'll have to grease up her bum hole, before we start."
Celia slowly drew her finger out of the crouching blonde's clutching
turd-tube and watched, gleefully, as the girl's arsehole's tight, pink lip,
pulled outwards, as it firmly gripped her withdrawing digit, as if reluctant to
release it. Suddenly, the Authoress's finger pulled out of the wrinkled anus,
with a wet 'plop'.
The Redhead examined her fingertip with interest. It was coated with a
brown slime. She sniffed it, appreciatively.
"Mmm. I said her bowels would fill up again, didn't I Dolly?" The freckled
beauty remarked to her brunette accomplice. "Well, she'll need all the
lubrication she can get, and natural lubrication is always the best. Don't you
think so, darling?"
She walked to a workbench to one side and quickly returned with a large
jar of Vaseline.
Dolly had stopped slapping June's congested, purple tits with Bill's great
cock and now she and the tall Sculptor were watching with interest, as Celia
stooped down behind their helpless victim and began, liberally, coating the red
flushed blonde's wrinkled arsehole and bum-groove, with the thick, clear grease.
When the pouting bumhole and plump cheeks along the split of the girl's
arse had been very liberally lubricated, the Redhead began greasing inside the
girl's rectum.
"Here Doll." Said Celia, with a grin, offering the jar of grease to her
lustful lady lover, while vigorously fingering the squealing young Mother's
straining arsehole with two stiffened fingers. "I think you had better use some
of this on Bill, too."
Dolly scooped a generous fingerful out of the jar and began thickly
coating the tall, handsome Sculptor's massive cock with the thick grease.
June, meanwhile, despite the feelings of deep shame and helpless
humiliation that flooded through her shapely, sweat soaked body, was beginning
to respond to the obscene ministrations that Celia was skilfully applying to her
tight, but highly sensitized asshole. Already her squeals and groans had taken
on a more gaspy, breathless pitch and, as Celia had noticed with delight, her
big bruised buttocks had begun to jerk back in time with the rhythm of the
vigorous fingering.
"Oh, yes! You like that, don't you, Mrs Hot-Arsed Bending?" The Redhead
chuckled as her long fingers flashed in and out of the shuddering Blonde's well
greased bowels. "You like having your arsehole opened out, don't you?"
"Oh, GOD! No! No, it's vile!" June sobbed, tears running down her lovely
face and horrified at the feelings of shameful pleasure that surged in hot waves
through her gushing cunt.
"Do you know what we are going to do to you next, Mrs Bending?" Celia
leered, excitedly. "Haven't you guessed what we have in store for you?"
With a look of fearful suspicion on her lovely face, the younger woman
turned her corn blonde head and gazed back over her smooth, round shoulder into
the cruel green eyes of the sweetly smiling Redhead.
"You really haven't a clue, have you?" Celia giggled. "So innocent!"
The Authoress shook her fiery locks and looked at the bound girl,
incredulously. Without taking her eyes of the sobbing girl's pretty, tear
streaked face, she spoke to George.
"You can release her bumcheeks now, George." She said. "She's spreading
them, nicely, herself. Just put the Vaseline back on the work-top, there's a
dear."
While the fatman took the big jar and hurried to obey, the Redhead dropped
her eyes to where June's clenching arsehole was clinging, tightly, to her well
greased, slickly pistoning fingers. She gazed for a moment at the lewd sight,
then raised her lustful eyes once more to meet those of the apprehensively
watching blonde.
"What is it I have just done to your arsehole, Mrs Bending?" Celia asked
the trembling girl, slyly.
"You....You've greased it." June answered, with a bemused, and worried
expression on her lovely face.
"And, what is Miss Stern doing to my husband?" Asked Celia, her wolfish
smile getting wider.
The young blonde turned her head to her front and looked at Dolly's hand,
as it slid, swiftly, up and down the long, slippery length of Bill's huge,
ridged prick, her greasy fingers firmly kneading it's throbbing, oily girth.
"She's greasing his......." The words died in June's throat. Here eyes
grew wide. She looked up, fearfully, and met Dolly's laughing eyes. The lovely
brunette leered at her, evilly, and nodded her dark head in amused agreement.
"I think the penny has just dropped, Ceel." Dolly called, without taking
her eyes from the younger girl's face. "She's suddenly gone quite pale."
"No! No!" The young blonde gasped in shocked disbelief. "That would be
impossible! It's too big! It's much too big! It would kill me!"
She turned her lovely head, franticly, and struggled to look over her
shoulder at the Redhead, who was still vigorously fingering her tight rectum.
"Please! Please, Mrs Pain!" She begged. "Not that! Not that, please!"
"Oh, but that's the whole object of the exercise, my dear." Celia smiled
her sweet smile. "The main reason Dolly brought you here."
"Wh...Wha...?" June stuttered, tearfully.
"Let me explain." The Authoress continued, her smile getting eviler. "My
Husband has buggered many, many women, in his rather adventurous life. That
includes Dolly and, of course, myself. A few months ago, during one of our
little group sessions, we were, all four, resting from our 'frolics', up in our
bedroom. Bill had just given Dolly a most thorough and furious 'Bumming' and she
was still panting, in the afterglow of the act. She and I both agreed, that our
arses never felt more......full? Filled?" The freckled lady giggled. "Fulfilled,
is the right word. Well, anyway. Our bums had never felt more 'fulfilled' than
when they were being vigorously buggered by Bill."
She twisted and screwed her greasy fingers in the horrified blonde's
tightly clinging asshole.
"Dolly wondered." Celia continued. "How a girl with a 'virgin' arsehole
would react to such a 'reaming'. Bill said he didn't know, as he had never
'Bummed' a virgin arsehole, but thought it would be fun trying. We women agreed,
and thought that such an act would be very noisy, but very amusing, to watch.
George agreed, also, but said he thought the girl would have her arse-cheeks
split apart in the process. Dolly and I disagreed with this, and I explained
that I believed that, if we got hold of the right sort of girl, one with a big
arse and soft flesh, and got her highly enough aroused, then Bill could 'bum'
her as vigorously as he liked, without too much damage being done, as her
arsehole would stretch and open up to accept his beautiful cock."
The Authoress flicked out her pink tongue, licked her wet, sensual lips
and cruelly leered at her bound and helpless victim.
"But Bill thought that George was, probably right about her arse
splitting." Celia continued, gleefully. "So you see, Mrs Bending. This is a
little experiment to prove my theory. Right or wrong, as the case may be."
She slipped her fingers out of the aghast young woman's well greased anus
with a 'plop' and, chuckling, patted the wide eyed girl's big, trembling white
buttocks, reassuringly.
"Don't worry, my dear." The Redhead laughed, spitefully. "I'm quite
confident that you'll stretch, beautifully. And I'm sure that your first hard
'Buggering' will be quite a spectacle."
Straightening up, Celia pulled down her mask and pressed it to her face
and Dolly did the same. The Redhead turned to her eager Husband. The tall
Sculptor was snorting with lust and was obviously, 'In Rut'. His great prick,
oiled and ready, stood up straight and stiff, against his flat, hard muscled
stomach.
"You are going to be one of the Stars of this show, Bill, so you had
better get a hood on." Said the lovely Sadist. "You too, George. You'll be
caught 'On Camera' before long."
Dolly handed the men two hoods from a side cupboard, and they quickly
pulled them on over their heads. The masks were sinister things of black
leather, which enclosed the head closely, with only openings for the mouth and
almond shaped holes for the eyes. The sight of them made the trembling Blonde
shudder.
"What about the cameras, Bill?" Celia asked.
"Just turned them all on now." Bill answered through lust twisted lips
that showed through his mask. "They went on just after the masks."
"Right! This is going to be really good!" His Wife shook with excitement.
"Now, come around here, love. I think its time you mounted her."
As the big masked man hurried around to her rear, June began to try to
struggle and cry out, fearfully.
"Oh, GOD! Oh, God save me!" The buxom young blonde wept, pitifully.
"Please God! Somebody save me."
"Just you wait!" Laughed Dolly. "You'll be screaming for something else in
just a little while!"
Eagerly, all four leering Libertines, including George with a hand held
cam-corder for good close-ups, closed in behind the tearful girl. June,
blubbering and wailing for mercy, like a helpless school girl, tried to protect
her vulnerable anus by clenching her big buttocks together.
Ignoring the young Mother's pitiful screams, Celia dropped to her knees
behind her.
"Pull her cheeks apart, Dolly." Instructed the Redhead, her lovely face
flushed with lust and her green eyes shining with sexual excitement. "I'll do
the 'Honours' and hold Bill's knob to her arsehole."
With lecherous delight, Dolly gripped June's big, soft white buttocks in
her hands and pulled them wide apart, exposing the tightly bound girl's large,
pouting pink anus to their lustful eyes.
The four sadists gazed with evil glee at the object of their malicious
intensions.
"Ooooo." Crooned the shapely brunette, her naked pink body quivering with
lecherous spite. "It's totally defenceless."
"It is, isn't it?" Celia giggled. "Come on Bill. Let's destroy it."
While the weeping blonde craned her neck around to look over her soft,
round shoulder and see what they were doing, the tall Sculptor moved in close
behind her. Gripping her shoulders, firmly, with his big hands, he bent his
knees, pulled back his muscular buttocks and lined up his huge penis with her
greased and puckered ring.
"Oh! No! No!" The lovely young Wife and Mother pleaded, pitifully, her
sweet face turned up, beseechingly, to the handsome lecher. "Please, Mr Pain.
I'm begging you. Spare me, please."
"Don't worry, Mrs Bending." The tall man answered her, moving his handsome
face close to her's and bending his muscular torso over her back. "In just a few
minuets you'll be loving it. Every throbbing inch."
Leering into the girl's shocked face; Bill shuffled his bare feet forward,
rose up onto his toes and spread his lean thighs out on either side of her big,
round, voluptuous bum.
June's big, blue eyes, bulged with fear. With her heavy, rounded buttocks
held and stretched open, so firmly, in Dolly's grip, all she could do was turn
her lovely, sad, Madonna-like face, up to Bill's and, with her tearful eyes,
beseech him, silently, for mercy.
Bill gazed down at her, seeing her sweet face, the spasmodic clenching and
stretching of the fingers of her bound hands, the brutally pulled apart buttocks
of her superb arse and what lay between them, all in one delightful glance.
"CELIA!" He roared, with lust. "QUICK! PUT IT TO THE MARK."
With a squeal of delight, his beautiful Wife gripped his great prick by
its shaft and placed its engorged head against the sobbing girl's defenceless
arsehole.
Gripping the floor with his toes, Bill moved his hips slowly forward,
firmly pressed his turgid, 'tennis ball' sized knob, against June's puckered
anal ring, and mounted her.
Under the pressure of his thrust, the bound blonde's arsehole sank from
sight into the soft greasy flesh of her arse groove but, contracting strongly,
it held the Rutting Sculptor's thrust, so that half his congested knob was left
exposed between her spread-open arsecheeks.
Her eyes bulging from her head, June drew in a quick, harsh breath,
between her even white teeth.
"OH, GOD!" She gasped.
"Fucking Hell! She's tight!" Bill snarled, looking down at the girl's
voluptuous arse. "Her ring's not giving a mil."
"Just hold it pressed in like that for a moment, Darling." Said Celia,
holding his shaft in position with her left hand, while her right hand moved
between the groaning blonde's full thighs and her skilful fingers and thumb
gripped the girl's stiff and swollen clit. "I'll masturbate her. She'll soon be
creaming, and when she does her arsehole will spasm and slacken. When you feel
it happening, ram your prick up her arse. She's well greased; she won't be able
to stop you."
So saying, the excited Redhead began skilfully milking the squealing
blonde's highly aroused and stimulated tickler.
"I hope you are getting some good, close up film, of this, George?"
Chuckled Dolly.
"If I can stop my hands from shaking, I will." George grinned. "Some great
shots of the 'point of contact' from this angle and the big cam, just above
Bill, will be getting her face."
Just then, under the delighted, watchful eyes of her captors, the shapely
young blonde, began squealing like a Sow on heat.
"No! No! Please!" The girl groaned in her shame, her lovely head thrashing
from side to side as if to deny the hot thrills that flooded through her naked,
voluptuous body, at the touch of the depraved Authoress' clever fingers.
Bill, still in the process of mounting the squealing girl, crouched closer
over her trembling, sweat soaked body and watched her distressed reactions with
lecherous delight.
"I want to see her face!" Snarled the masked Sculptor, through bared
teeth. "I want to see her expressions as my cock slides in!"
And grasping a fist full of her straw blonde hair in his big left hand, he
yanked her head around until her lovely 'Martyred Madonna's face was only inches
from his own.
June's wide tearful eyes gazed up at the tall Sculptor's fearful black
mask, the cruel glitter of his eyes, behind the almond shaped slits and his
twisted, lust contorted mouth that she wanted to cover with her own soft, pink
lips and probe with her thrill seeking tongue.
Celia's vigorous stimulation of the blonde's enflamed clitoris, was
raising to its peak and a hot, lascivious desire for the big man rushed through
the young wife's veins like a boiling wave that made her feel giddy and sick
with lust.
"Oh, oh! Mrs Bending!" He leered into her lovely face. "You are going to
cum! I can feel your arsehole twitching on my knob."
"Oh, Mr Pain." She whimpered. "Oh, please! Please don't hurt me! Please
don't hurt me!"
Her voluptuous body shuddered and her full pink lips hung open, slackly.
"Get ready, Bill!" Cried Celia, her sopping fingers working, furiously, in
the blonde's spazming cunt. "She's about to spurt!"
"I know." Her Husband answered, lifting his big, right hand and taking the
snorting young Woman, tightly, by her throat and holding her firmly, her lovely,
red flushed, sweating face, turned towards his own. "I can feel her arsehole
getting loser under my tip. Give it to her, Ceel! Faster! Faster!"
Celia's skilful fingers flashed, as she strummed the shaking, squealing
girl's big, badly swollen clit, to a shuddering climax.
"NAAAAAH!" June groaned. "AAAAAAAAAAAGH! OH,GOD! OH,GOD!"
Holding the squealing girl, firmly, by throat and hair, and watching her
flushed face, intently, Bill gripped the floor with his toes and tensed his
lean, hard body, for the thrust."
"AAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH! It's cumming! It's cumming. IT'S CUMMING." June
cried, her full lips curling back from even white teeth and her big, blue eyes
rolling back in her head. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
As the shrieking girl's custard shot out of her spasming cunt and splashed
over Celia's hand, Bill felt her well oiled anus relax around his bursting knob
and, with a triumphant shout, the tall Sculptor thrust forward with his mighty
prick and plunged his huge, tennis ball sized knob, right up the bellowing
girl's grossly expanded arsehole.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
June shrieked, mouth open wide and tongue protruding, as half of Bill's mighty
shaft was engulfed in her boiling bowels. As the great fat yard burst through
the shrieking blonde's exploded ring, breaking her sphincter, shit spurted from
her dilated turd-tube, to thickly coat the tall man's throbbing length.
Celia and Dolly squealed with delight and burst out with peals of cruel
laughter at the comical sight.
"Wow! That's the way to do it!" Laughed Dolly, stretching open the
screeching girl's big, bruised arsecheeks, as wide as she could so they (And
George's camera.) could get a good look at her grossly dilated asshole.
"Oh! Yes!" Laughed Celia, gleefully. "What a thrust! Hear her shriek!"
Then to her Husband "You're well up her now, darling. Just hold it there
for a moment and gather your strength, while we have a close look at her
bumhole."
"AAAAAAGH! Take it out! Take it out, for God's sake! Its too big! It's
killing me!" Groaned the impaled young woman, her lovely face, now twisted with
pain.
"Nonsense!" Giggled the delighted Redhead. "This will be the making of
you. And there are now so many more things we will be able to do to you!"
Ignoring the girl's crying, Celia and Dolly moved there faces closer to
the 'Point of Connection'. Both women were giggling at the sight before their
eyes.
"My, my, Dolly. Just look at that arsehole!" The lustful Authoress
chuckled. "It must be almost stretched to splitting point. Look how tightly it's
clamped around Bill's shaft."
"It's fucking tight! I know that!" Grinned Bill, still holding the
groaning young woman tightly, by her throat and leering into her flushed, sweat
coated face. "Come on, Ceel. Let me finish the job!"
"You just keep it embedded in her arse, while Dolly and I complete our
inspection." Said his Wife, as she and the lecherous brunette, gloated over the
condition of the buxom blonde's terrible abused anus. "What do you think, Doll?"
"I think it's a lovely looking arsehole, Ceel." Dolly leered. "I can't
wait to get my fist up it!"
The brunette glanced up at the sweating Sculptor.
"Do that thing you do with your shaft, Bill." She winked, evilly. "You
know. The way you make it swell and contract."
"Flex it, you mean?" Asked Bill. "Like this?"
And he made it swell up before the women's wide eyes, stretching June's
tortured arsehole and her expanded turd-tube to their limit, as he did it.
"NNAAAAA! AAAAAAH! AAAAH! AAH!" Shrieked the sobbing blonde, sweat
dripping from her swollen tits. "Please! Please, Mr Pain! AAAAAAH! It hurts! It
hurts!"
"Now, about this lovely arsehole, Dolly." Celia continued, ignoring the
girl's pleas. "How big do you think it is now?"
"Oooo! It's coming along nicely, Ceel." Dolly giggled. "It must be
stretched out around Bill's shaft, to about seven Centimetres diameter, at
least."
"So you say that Mrs Bendings arsehole, has now got a two and
three-quarter inch bore, Dolly?" The Redhead spoke to the brunette, but her
words were really meant for the weeping blonde, who cried even louder when she
heard them."
"That's what it looks like to me, Ceel." Dolly replied, gleefully. "And it
opens out to about three inches, when Bill flexes his shaft."
"Well, we had better let them continue, then." The Authoress chuckled. "We
mustn't delay her first Buggering, must we? You can release her buttocks now,
Doll. He's well 'up her'."
Dolly released the blonde's big arsecheeks and they shut with a judder.
But the women were amused to see that June's badly stretched anus was still in
easy view, as its swollen rim had pouted out as it clamped, tightly, around the
crouched Sculpture's bloated, shit smeared girth.
The two older women stood up and backed away a little from the sobbing,
tit clamped, blonde and her mounted rider, to take in the full, obscene picture.
George, on the other hand, moved in close behind Bill's buttocks, to get some
good Close-Ups of the action.
"Right Bill," Said his Wife. "You've got about half your cock embedded in
her bowels, so that means that there is another seven or so, inches to go. I
want you to give it to her really hard. Good long strokes, from knob to balls.
We want her to take the lot. We want to get her arsehole really opened and
loosened up. We girls are going to get some good use out of it, before the
weekend is over."
"That's right, Bill." Laughed Dolly. "So we want to hear some loud singing
from her. Get her to hit those high notes. We are really going to enjoy this."
Bill gripped June's soft, round shoulders in his big hands, rose up onto
his toes and hollowed his muscular back for the thrust.
She, thighs spread wide, up on her toes and clamped tightly, by her badly
swollen tits, into that lewd squat, strained her lovely head around to look into
her rapist's eyes.
"Please, Mr Pain!" The young mother squealed, shrilly. "Mercy! Mercy!"
Gripping with his toes, Bill rammed his hips forward, with all the
strength of his powerful buttocks and thrust his huge, steel stiff shaft, three
inches deeper into the helpless girl's defenceless bowels.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
June's loud shrieked filled the big room.
"YES!" Celia and Dolly screamed in unison, as they applauded wildly. Their
eager eyes had seen the girl's shapely body jerk and her buttocks judder with
the force of the thrust. They had seen, also, the shit spurt from the boiling
depths of the girl's bowels, as the shaft sank in.
"OOOOH! YES! That's the way, Bill!" Dolly shrieked with laughter. "Make
her scream! Stretch her turd-tube! Bugger her! Bugger her hard!"
The tall Sculpture pulled back his hips and drew his massive shaft out of
the shrieking blonde's raped anus. When its length was withdrawn from her
expanded turd tube until the tightly stretched ring of the bitterly crying young
Wife was gripping his shaft just under the flange of his huge helmet, Bill
paused for a second. Then he rammed his shaft up the girl's arse again, pulling
her shapely body back onto his steel stiff prick by her shoulders, and ploughing
his big, bloated knob, once again, into the boiling depths of her shit packed
bowels.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Once again the girl threw back her lovely head and shrieked to the
ceiling.
"Yes! Yes! Go on, darling! Give it to her!" Celia laughed as she moved
towards Dolly and enfolded the giggling brunette in her arms.
As the two older women embraced, their eager, cruel eyes, watched the
rape, avidly. Naked, belly to belly and tit to tit, their hands, lewdly,
fondled each others full, soft curves, but never for a moment did they take
their eyes off the lascivious display before them.
"She's bellowing well, now Bill." Laughed Dolly. "Make her hit those high
notes! Shaft her fat arse until her ring smoulders!"
"You are doing great, Bill!" encouraged George, from his privileged
position behind the 'Buggers'. "But you've still got about four inches to get up
her!"
Bill glanced down to where the stretched and swollen lip of the crying
blonde's grossly distended anus was wrapped, tightly, around the pulsing column
of his thick, rigid cock. He began thrusting foreword with his hips and forcing
the great fat shaft of his weapon deeper and deeper into the sobbing young
woman's bulging bumhole.
In, and in, and in, and in, he lunged.
"NAAAAAAAH! AAAAAH! OOOOOOGH! AAAH!" The girl gave a full throated yell,
at each thrust, then gave a great loud.......
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH!" As she felt the full, thick, greasy
length, force its way up through her expanded turdtube, and embed itself, deep,
in the hot, soft depths of her outraged bowels.
The handsome Sculptor had watched June's bulging anus with delight as the
girl's fat arse had greedily engulfed the whole thick column of his prick. Now
he could feel his great fat length, pulsing and throbbing, deep in her boiling
innards and the stretched ring of her raped arsehole griping, tightly around the
thick root of his shaft, as he again lifted his lustful gaze to her shocked and
beautiful face.
"There, Mrs Bending." He leered, moving his handsome face close to the ear
of the gasping girl. "Can you feel it? It's right up your arse. You've taken the
lot."
He once more gripped the blonde by her straw coloured hair and, pulling
her lovely face towards him; he covered her full, open lips with his own and,
kissing her, thrust his tongue down her throat.
His wife and Dolly, each with one hand fingering the other's asshole and
the fingers of their other hand, thrusting deep in the other's sopping, bald
cunt, gloated over the obscene exhibition with relish.
"I hope you got that last lunge, George." Celia laughed.
"I certainly did, Ceel." Grinned the naked cameraman, his own prick
throbbing and pointing, stiffly, ahead of him. "This film's going to be great!"
The Authoress turned towards 'The Stars' of the show and addressed the
'Leading Man".
"Right, Bill," She chuckled. "As Director, here are my orders. Bugger her
hard and fast, and don't forget what I told you. Long strokes, from 'Knob to
Bollocks'. Do it now. ACTION!"
Stopping the kiss, Bill once more gripped June by her shoulders. Looking
down at the point of contact, he watched his gnarled, shit smeared length slide
out into the light as he firmly withdrew it from the gasping girl's clenching
turd-tube, and saw her rectum pull 'Inside Out', as his shaft withdrew. When he
saw her arsehole bulge out as his knob reached its inner ring, he gripped the
floor with his toes and, pulling the girl's body back hard onto his steaming
prick, he rammed his stiff shaft, to 'The Hilt', into her spasming bowels.
"They're OFF!" Yelled Dolly.
When his great yard was sunk again to its root in June's hot bowels, Bill
swiftly withdrew it to its knob again. Then, without a pause, he again rammed
it in deep and withdrew it to it's pulsing helmet. Now, with the firmly bound
girl yelling in protest, he quickly repeated the movements.
Hard thrust, IN. Swift pull, OUT. Hard thrust, IN. Swift pull, OUT.
The pistoning movement began to speed up. IN. OUT. IN. OUT. IN. OUT.
June's cries quickly rose in pitch. To the gleeful delight of the two
highly aroused older women, her shrieks really did hit the 'High Notes'. The
lecherous ladies laughed and 'cheered on', their Jockey and his screaming Mount
each time his muscular hips thudded into the young Mother's big rounded bum,
making its bruised and welted cheeks judder with the force of his thrusts.
The thrusts were getting easier now. As the 'natural lubrication' from the
girl's colon greased the way, Bill's bloated length flashed in and out with ever
increasing speed, taking his buxom mount's breath away, as her asshole slackened
under the assault.
June was feeling really strange. The initial pain from her stretched anus
had passed, leaving a full, satisfied sensation, in her greatly expanded rectum.
As the handsome Sculptor's huge, flashing prick pounded her tender bowels, the
hot, red flush of shame and humiliation, washed over her shapely, sweat soaked
body, triggering a tingling response in her big, swollen clitoris. Gasping hard
between cries of alarm, her screams now changed to a loud grunting, like a Sow
on heat. She began to brace her fat arse for the thrusts and found pleasure in
the hard slap, slap of the tall man's hips against her juddering buttocks.
"Look Dolly!" Celia cried with excitement. "She's bucking on his prick!
The dirty Slut is starting to like it!"
"Ooooo, yes!" Responded the lascivious brunette, her mouth drooling at
the sight. "She's pushing back on each thrust! Look! Look at her go!"
It was quite true; the buxom young blonde was jerking her raped arse back,
hard, onto each powerful lunge of the muscular Sculptor's mighty shaft. Soon,
both mount and rider had set up a furious rhythm, and were buggering vigorously.
No longer having to pull her back onto his thrusts, Bill released the
girl's shoulders and moved his large hands to June's straw blonde hair. Taking
big handfuls of her hair in both his fists, he pulled her lovely head up and
back and, using her hair like reins, the tall Sculptor rode her like a mare,
furiously. The sound of the slap, slap, slap, of his hips hitting her fat
bumcheeks and the wet, slurping and farting sounds coming from her abused
arsehole, filled the room.
"Come, Dolly." Giggled Celia, her beautiful body aglow with lust. "It's
time we joined in the fun."
The two women moved to the furiously buggering couple and took up
positions on either side ( Dolly to the right, and Celia to the left.) of the
squatting, bucking young blonde and her vigorous rider. Each of the women began
fondling one of the girl's purple, swollen breasts, with one hand, while their
hands nearest the girl's bouncing bum, each slid around the backs of her thighs
to her sopping wet cunt.
Feeling the women's hands on her hot, juddering body, June looked into
their gloating faces and mouthed the words. "Please. Please help me."
"Of course we will, my dear." Leered Dolly, slipping four fingers into the
wet crack of the bucking girl's fat, bald cunt. "Won't we, Ceel?"
"Of course we will. It will be our pleasure, Sweetheart." Celia crooned.
And she gripped the grunting young blonde's big, swollen clitoris, between her
fingers and thumb, as she smiled, wickedly, at her dark haired friend.
"Are you ready, Dolly?" She asked with a spiteful wink.
"Ready when you are, Ceel." Replied the grinning brunette, her four
fingers deep in the girl's cunt.
"Then we'll begin." Leered the lustful Redhead.
And both women began fondling the girl's swollen breasts, twirling her
big walnut sized nipples and masturbating her throbbing cunt with all the skill
at their command.
Bill's violent buggering of the girl's big arse continued, its speed
increasing as he neared his climax. Pulling back hard on her hair to keep her
lovely face to the cameras, he rode her in a frenzy, while she bucked her
beautiful bum back at him, vigorously.
Eyes shining with lecherous delight, Celia and Dolly watched, gleefully,
as the buggers, thrust and lunged at each other forcefully, their beautiful
bodies dripping and splashing sweat in all directions.
The two women watched, intently, as June's buxom body began to shake
uncontrollably, and her grunts became high pitched squeals of eager delight as
her own orgasm came close.
"Oh, GOD! I'm going to cum!" The girl cried, increasing the speed of her
hips to hasten her climax.
"Now, Dolly!" Cried Celia, almost creaming herself with excitement. "Give
it to her hard!"
And both women began violently kneading and twisting the squealing girl's
big congested jugs and vigorously masturbating her convulsing cunt and throbbing
tickler in the most harsh and spiteful manner.
"OH! NOOOOO!" June shrieked. "It hurts! It hurts!"
"Yes! And don't you love it?!!!" Laughed Celia, squeezing, twisting,
stretching and jerking the screaming blonde's big, bloated clit. "You cum with
the pain, as much as from the fucking, you dirty Slut!"
"Quite right, Ceel!" Giggled Dolly, furiously fingering the girl's
spasming cunt with four full fingers of her left hand, while attacking one of
her badly swollen, purple udders, with her right. "Little 'Goody Two Shoes'
here, is a raving fucking Pain Slut, if ever I saw one!"
The two women were right in their assessment, and June suddenly realised
that it was true! The feelings of Shame and Humiliation washed over her in a hot
wave of pleasure. Even the Debasement, she thought, even.... Yes! God help me!
Even the Pain! It made her feel as she had never felt before. Pleasure! Yes!
Boiling pleasure, running through her veins to all the lovely, dirty places, in
her lascivious body and her lustful mind. And it was now centring in on her
sexual hot spots. From the Buggering of her fat arse, to the abuse of her
breasts. From the vigorous masturbation of her cunt, to her tortured clitoris.
Her body began to shake, violently.
"AAAAAAAH! YES! YES!" She squealed with delight. "I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M
GOING TO CUM! DO IT HARDER! DO IT HARDER! HURT ME! HURT MEEEEEEEE!"
The two older women laughed with glee as, gloating over the convulsing
blonde's reactions, they worked, swiftly and skilfully, to comply with her
screamed request.
Bill, leering down at his hysterical mount, buggered her, furiously, as he
rode her to her climax. Pulling back her lovely head by her hair so that her
captive breasts stretched alarmingly, at their base, his massive prick, flashed
in and out of her stretched anus, pounding her bowels and beating her shit to a
batter.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" June shrieked. "I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING! I'M
CUUUMMMMMMMMMMMING!"
It was as if she was having a sexual fit. Her shapely body shook from head
to toe, as she bucked, vigorously, on his shaft.
Celia and Dolly, working hard at torturing the young wife's tits and sex,
watched her convulsing cunt with eager anticipation.
"She's not fucking kidding!" Laughed the sweating, naked Redhead. "Look at
all that cunt custard she's spurting out!"
"Oooooo! Yes! It's dripping off my elbow!" Drooled Dolly. "And just look
at her arsehole sucking on Bill's 'WOPPER'!"
"AAAAAAAH! FUCK! YES!" Bellowed the masked Sculptor. "HER TURD-TUBE IS
SUCKING ON MY COCK! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
And with a furious flurry of strokes, the big man shot a great geezer of
hot spunk, into the shrieking young woman's innards, flooding her tripe with
cream. Again and again, he spurted great, thick gouts of boiling bullock juice,
deep into her soft, brown depths, until his huge balls were emptied.
With a groan of relief, Bill fell across June's back, pushing the sobbing
blonde foreword, over the Tit Mangler, which still held her tight in its grip.
There she lay; pinned under the tall Sculptor's sweat slicked, muscular naked
body, squealing like a Sow on heat. Which was exactly what she was.
