Wally ran his hand slowly up the soft tenderness of Denise's creamy inner thigh. He delighted in the smoothness of her skin. As his hand touched her pussy, Wally discovered that her cunt was copiously flowing with juice.
"So, pig, your cunt waters for me, eh? Here's something for those slobbering lips!" he cried, brutally thrusting his fingers up her twat. Denise struggled to get away from him but was too hampered by the ropes binding her hands. On her belly, she couldn't move too well.
And, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, his finger felt good up her cunt. She had become so dependent on fucking that she'd willingly take it from anyone, even Wally after all he'd done to her.
"Please… Master! My cunt hurts so bad! Fuck me, please fuck me!"
Wally laughed and said, "I suppose you think that if you can become the lucky recipient of my supremely precious seed, I'll leave you alone then."
Denise didn't want to openly admit it, but the thought had crossed her mind. If Wally went ahead and fucked her, he might be too tired to do anything else to her. As it was, he could beat and torture her as long as he wanted.
Wally began running his hand over Denise's whipped ass. In spite of herself, Denise found that she liked the feeling of the man's hand on her warmed flesh. His hands were cool and smooth, comforting her beaten fanny and calming her nerves.
She moaned aloud again when Wally crammed his hand into her crotch one more time. When he began flexing his fingers inside her liquid cunt, each knuckle seemed to rip and tear at her insides, his fingernails tearing at her entrails and making Denise feel as if she were slowly being destroyed as a human being.
This was total humiliation.
She was tied. She was beaten. She was helpless on the bed with a sadistic man capable of doing anything he wanted to with her.
Denise felt sweat break out on her forehead and form tiny little beads. She managed to keep from screaming in pain when Wally jammed something round and hard into her tortured pussy.
"How's that feel inside your slime pit, bitch?" he asked. Without even waiting for an answer, Wally rolled her over onto her back. In this position, Denise stared up at the man's dark face. It was obvious he was enjoying this entire scene.
Denise's shoulders began to hurt terribly. With her hands bound behind her back, she was bent into an unnatural position. Wally had picked up a roll of adhesive tape and was pulling off a long, white section of the strong, sticky tape.
"That toilet paper holder I rammed into your dirty cunt keeps slipping out. I figure this will hold it inside you where it belongs!"
Wally brutally spread Denise's legs one more time to expose her tormented snatch. He stuck one end of the tape across her bush, then trailed it along her pussy lips, making sure that the silver toilet roll holder had its spring compressed and jammed far up her cunt before continuing with his work. He spread her asscheeks and leaned into the adhesive tape to firmly stick it in place.
Denise effectively had her cunt and asshole sealed with the sticky white tape.
And the Goddamned spring-loaded toilet paper holder inside her twat tortured her every time she moved!
"Now, slut, see what else can be done with this lovely tape!" Wally tore off another section of tape almost a foot long. He spread Denise's legs even wider, then knelt between them, his knee driving hard into her compressed and taped pussylips.
Denise screamed out in pain. The holder inside her cunt felt like it was tearing her insides apart. With his knee on her pussy mound and gash, Denise was sure she was being permanently disfigured.
Wally didn't seem to even notice her agony. He began applying the tape across one of her tits so that the adhesive glued thinly down on one of her nipples. When the tape was firmly stuck to her boob, Wally leaned back and studied his handiwork.
"That looks really fine. Now…"
He ripped the tape off Denise's sensitive tit. It felt as if the delicate skin came off with the tape. As it ripped across her nipple, Denise was positive the man had permanently disfigured her. Excruciating tides of pain washed through her chest and expanded her tit with added blood. Her heart pumped wildly in reaction to the cruel treatment she was receiving from Wally.
He repeated the treatment with her other tit.
Both boobs seemed to bum, the nipples snapping erect with the blood from her pounding heart. Denise tried to still the erratic beat of her heart but failed. The man was too threatening, too dominant, for her to easily defeat him.
Pain and discomfort assaulted her body from all points. Her shoulders ached from being twisted in such an unnatural position. Her arms had gone to sleep from the circulation being cut off. Her tits seemed like forest fires had been set atop them. Her cunt tried to lubricate and water out the silver invader, but the adhesive tape that plugged her asshole and stuck to her pussy mound kept the toilet paper holder firmly inside her cunt, no matter how she twisted and turned.
"Please…" she begged, knowing it would do no good. If only she hadn't said all those things to insult the man when she had been so totally drunk!
"Please? Please? You failed to call me Master! And you were not spoken to first! Should I tape your mouth?"
Wally relished the sight of sheer tenor that flashed across Denise's finely boned features. He knew how much that idea horrified her. Even though they were isolated, as long as she could scream she might be able to get someone to come to her aid.
"No, I won't tape your mouth shut. I think I shall require you to suck my cock!"
Denise didn't know whether to cry or scream in terror. She had been brutalized, humiliated and tortured. If she could suck Wally off, he might let her go. And then again, she couldn't really tell what the man was likely to do.
Wally stood on the bed, towering over the bound woman, then stepped out of his trousers to reveal his hard-on. From that angle, his cock looked like a telephone pole to the tormented Denise. She shuddered just thinking about taking that dong into her mouth.
Wally dropped back to the bed, straddling Denise's flanks. He told her in a quiet, menacing voice, "If you try to bite my lovely prick, you'll wish you had never been born. Do you understand that you will do nothing but suck my cock?"
"Ye-Yes, Master!"
Wally edged forward, his cock, bouncing and jerking inches from the brunette's mouth.
"Go ahead! Suck on it, whore!"
Denise tried to raise her forehead and failed. She told the man, "I can't! You're too far away!"
Wally slapped her as he said, "Excuses! Always excuses from you pathetic sluts! Suck, damn you! Suck my cock!"
Denise tried to raise her head one more time. She managed to edge up on the pillow. This braced her to rise up a bit farther. Her agile pink tongue leaped out and barely flicked the tip of Wally's cock.
"Good, yew good!" he encouraged as he moved back a fraction of an inch. Getting to his quivering cock would be even harder for the bound and helpless Denise.
She struggled forward. Half-sitting, she licked out and managed to rake her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Wally smiled but did not move this time. Denise forced her body to respond in spite of all the horrible pain she felt. She finally succeeded in getting her ruby red lips around the purpled tip of Wally's prick.
When she felt the knob slide past her lips, she began to suck. This had the desired effect. It pulled his cock into her mouth. She didn't have to strain much more to take about half of his shaft into her dank, wet mouth.
Once trapped there, the cock was properly positioned for Denise to swirl her tongue around and around the fleshy rod. His cock seemed to expand under the treatment she was giving it, jerking and quivering inside her mouth as her tongue stroked the sensitive flap of skin just under the tip of the man's dick.
Wally groaned constantly in abject pleasure, enjoying the delicate, feathery touches of Denise's tongue on his dick. The man wanted to humiliate his bound captive, but he could also appreciate a good blow job.
Denise tasted the faint musky tang of an aroused man's cock. She tried to take more of the pillar of man meat into her mouth, but her body failed her. Muscles strained to the breaking point refused to respond to her command to forge ahead and take in more prick. She couldn't suck in a single millimeter more of Wally's dong.
The man seemed to notice this immediately.
"Why are you stopping, you stupid cunt? You spurn my huge cock! You laugh at my manhood!"
Wally pulled back so that Denise could not possibly reach his dong. She allowed her head to fall back to the bed, the strain across her shoulders relaxing immediately, but her body tensed again when she saw Wally pick up the coarse rope with which he had beaten her ass into a flaming expanse of red welts.
He swirled the rope around her face a few times, then snickered in a most malicious manner.
"I wouldn't hit you in the face. I wouldn't want to mar it because I want you to see what you missed!"
Wally dropped the full weight of his body across Denise's boobs, pressing his ass firmly down into her tits so that she couldn't even squirm under his body.
The man began stroking up and down his prong. As he jacked himself, Wally carefully told Denise all the things he had done to her, all the things he would do to her unless she cooperated.
Denise was so frightened, she would have done anything had she been able to do.
She watched the man's hand run up and down his prick. The cock turned an angry red, then began to jerk and expand. She knew what was going to happen but couldn't look away. She saw the first white bullet of Wally's jism arc through the air, splattering into the headband of the bed.
He pushed his cock down so that the second and third blasts of cum gushed fully into Denise's face. She screwed her eyes shut, but it did little good. A tiny droplet of his spunk trickled into the bound woman's left eye.
After the fifth spurt, Denise thought the man was finished with her. She was wrong. He bent forward and wiped his prick off in her lustrous brown hair. She had his gooey slime slowly drying in her hair as well as on her face.
Wally straightened, then stood on the bed. "Well, whore, how do you like having a real man make love to you? You didn't cooperate very well. And for that…"
Denise screamed as Wally tore the adhesive tape off her snatch. The sticky white tape ripped up a huge wad of her muff, then skinned her pussylips. Her asshole escaped almost unscathed, only a little of the skin around her shitter pulled off with the tape.
Wally looked at the piece of tape with the lewd mixture of hair and delicate skin on it. He tossed it across Denise's face.
"There. You can put it back after I leave."
Wally didn't say another word. He dressed, then left.
Denise managed to roll over to one side. This took some of the pressure off her arms and shoulder blades. By moving her legs back and forth like she was riding a bicycle and squeezing down with her stomach muscles, the woman managed to squirt the toilet paper holder from her tortured cunt.
She was relieved to find that there wasn't any blood on the silver cylinder. It glistened obscenely in the dim light of the room, but it was from her cunt juice.
Denise managed to struggle to her feet. She walked into the bathroom in search of something to cut her ropes. She couldn't see what she was doing and didn't relish the idea of cutting her own wrists and bleeding to death. The first thing she had done was check the telephone.
Wally had cut the cord.
The brunette found that the edge of the medicine chest was extremely sharp on one side. Using the mirror's reflection to work by, she laboriously worked the coarse rope back and forth over the rough edge until the strands parted.
With a sigh of relief, she collapsed forward and sat on the john for several minutes, the white plastic seat cooling her beaten butt. She rubbed her wrists until the circulation returned, then rubbed her sore pussy.
That was a solid ache that would take a while to leave her body. In spite of all the rough treatment, the only real damage Wally had done to her body was the ass whipping. She felt the red stripes crisscrossing her rear, but her cunt seemed to be undamaged. Her tits hurt, like hell, but they weren't injured.
Only her pride was really injured. She had taken everything the sadist could offer and hadn't gotten a Goddamn red cent for it. And her clothes, her lovely clothes, were ruined.
Denise quickly showered in the room to get the spunk off her face and out of her luxurious hair, then dried herself and made a quick check of the closets.
There was nothing she could use as clothing. Outside the window, it was dark. Denise didn't know what time it was. Possibly three or four in the morning. If so, few people would be out in the hotel's halls. Taking the chance, she wrapped the bedspread around her naked body, took her purse with her room key and slipped into the hallway.
In less than fifteen minutes of skulking furtively up the stairway, she was back in her own room.
Denise Stockton sat in an easy chair and shook when she realized that she could have been left dead in Wally's room.