When Sally woke up, she found herself on the floor of a late-model Cadillac limousine. Her head ached, and when she tried to move her hands, she realized that they were bound by tight-fitting handcuffs. The car was moving.
Looking up, she saw Mindy and Bertram sitting above her. Where was Malcolm? she wondered.
"Take a turn at the next dirt road." Bertram instructed the driver.
"Okay, boss," said the driver. Sally recognized the driver's voice immediately. It was Malcolm Reams!
"Malcolm!" she shouted.
"You shut up, bitch!" hissed the evil brunette bitch who reclined in the plush back seat. "Damn, what a shame that we have to snuff this cunt. She did such a great job of sucking my cunt. Hell, I would've liked to have her around to service my pussy whenever I got horny."
"Ha! That's all the time. Mindy," Bertram quipped.
Mindy stretched out her nylon-clad leg and nudged Sally's face with the pointed tip of her shoe. "What a dreadful waste to have to kill you, bitch. You really did give me a damned good cunt sucking job. You would've made a good personal maid. Shit, Bertram!" she cursed. "Every time you come up with a good one, it seems like they have to be snuffed. I want her to suck my cunt again before we kill her."
"Forget it, Mindy!" Bertram said harshly.
"Well, how about a foot massage? You don't object to that, do you?"
"Not at all. Go right ahead. Have some fun with her. But we'll be at the killing ground soon," Bertram said as he lit a thick cigar and turned to look out the window.
"Take off my shoe, bitch," Mindy commanded. "I can't. My hands are handcuffed behind my back," Sally answered timidly.
Suddenly, Mindy stuck her thin, stiletto heel into Sally's mouth, and pulled her foot back. The heel almost ripped out the tormented girl's front teeth, but the wicked woman's shoe slipped off and dropped to the floor of the car. Sally couldn't believe how nasty and evil the brunette bitch could be. She was a true sadist, and Sally could tell by the lewd leer on Mindy's face that she enjoyed degrading her.
"Rub my foot. Give me a real good foot massage," Mindy said as she lit a cigarette with a fancy gold lighter.
"I would, if I could. But my hands are bound behind my back," Sally replied meekly.
"You really are dense," Mindy said, shaking her head with disapproval. "You deserve to be snuffed. Shit, you probably would've made a lousy maid." With that, the evil bitch thrust her toes into Sally's upturned face and cruelly ground her stocking foot into the girl's face. "Mmmmmmm," she cooed. "That feels good. You don't need to use your hands to massage my foot. Your face works just fine."
How degrading! Sally thought. She would give anything to get back at the nasty bitch. Not to mention Bertram Havermeyer and Malcolm Reams. But she would never get a chance at revenge.
They were going to kill her. And soon. She prayed to God to spare bet life. She was sorry for the wrongs that she had committed in her short eighteen years of life. And she hoped that the good Lord would forgive her and allow her into Heaven. Her silent prayer was interrupted when she heard Bertram say to Malcolm, "Stop here! This is the place!"
"You got it, boss," Malcolm replied as he stepped on the brakes. The car pulled to a stop. When he turned off the headlights, they were bathed in total darkness. "Where are we?" Sally asked.
"None of your fucking business, bitch!" Bertram shouted.
"Honey," said Mindy as she slipped her shoe back on her foot, "we are in the middle of nowhere. We are miles away from the nearest town. Do let me be more precise. Where we are right now is the site of your grave. This is where you are going to die, bitch… Oh, by the way, thanks for the foot massage."
"Fuck you!" Sally blurted angrily. "And fuck you, too, Mister Bertram Havermeyer. And fuck you, Malcolm, you bastard!"
"Feisty little wench, isn't she?" said Bertram Havermeyer.
Bertram stared at the tormented redhead with glaring eyes. Then he smiled and spoke to Malcolm. "Go get the shovel and start working on little Sally's grave." Then, to Mindy. "Go find me a couple of nice thin pieces of birch."
Mindy chuckled and dashed off in search of birch branches. Bertram shrugged and trudged back toward the Cadillac.
"You really are a bastard!" Sally exclaimed. "I hope you rot in Hell, you demented son of a bitch!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows landed sharply on Sally's naked tits. She tried to protect herself, but the handcuffs that bound her wrists restrained her movements. She steeled her nerves and was determined not to cry or plead for mercy.
She was beyond tears. Besides, she thought, if I'm going to die, I'm going to do it with dignity.
"Yeah, you are a feisty little wench, all right," Bertram said, nodding and grinning lewdly. He unzipped his trousers and knelt over the poor girl's face. As he tugged his prick from his pants, he leered at her, then commanded, "Suck my cock one last time, Sally."
"Not a chance!" she replied angrily.
"Honey, if you don't suck my prick, you know what I might be tempted to do?"
Sally shook her head. "I'm liable to have you buried alive."
"No!" she screamed.
"Suck my cock, and suck it real nice, Sally," Bertram said as he smiled wickedly, savoring his power over the young girl.
Bertram's thick, blue-veined prick slid between Sally's ruby lips and she reluctantly began to slurp and suck on his swollen cock-knob. His prick began to swell in her mouth. Soon, she felt his bloated cock-knob banging painfully into the tender linings of her mouth. Each powerful cock-stoke sent his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon, his cock was in her throat! Cutting off her air! She began to gag and choke, but Bertram was a merciless bastard.
"Suck, bitch! Suck my cock!"
Sally almost blacked out from suffocation. What a horrid way to die! she thought as she felt her life beginning to slip away. Blue turned to gray, and the irrevocable blackness of death seemed ominously close. She refused to quit, though. She would hang onto life until the very end. She fought against the urge to give up and die while sucking Bertram's big cock. She would not suffer the indignity of dying from being choked by the cruel man's prick.
"Aaahhh! Yeah! Fuck! Shit! Piss! Nnnhhh!" Bertram moaned as he shot his wad of jism deep into Sally's throat.
In a semi-conscious state, Sally heard the man's moaning and cursing. She felt his jism shooting into her throat, and she felt his prick begin to shrivel and recede from her throat as he spent his load of cum.
"Swallow my cum!" Bertram demanded.
She gulped down his jism and knew that she would not die – at least not yet! She was relieved.
"Ha! Ha! You get a good blow-job, Bertram, huh?" came the high-pitched voice of Mindy, who stood beside them.
"Not bad! Not bad at all," Bertram replied as he stood on shaky legs. His prick was dripping with jism.
"Here's a nice bunch of birch whips," Mindy said. "Want me to flog the bitch?"
"No!" said Bertram. "You just stay the fuck out of this!" he shouted sharply. "Get the hell out of here! Go back to the car and wait."
"Oh, come on, Bertram," Mindy whimpered. "Let me in on the fun."
Bertram spun about and, with a closed fist, he slammed a hard blow into Mindy's wet cunt.
"Owwww!" Mindy cried out as she doubled over and fell to the ground.
"Get back in the car and wait!" Bertram shouted.
"Okay, okay," she muttered as she picked herself up and limped back to the car. Mindy knew better than to push the issue. Bertram was a nasty bastard when he was in a bad mood. She didn't want to take a chance on getting him too angry with her.
As she staggered painfully to the Cadillac, she passed Malcolm Reams who strode forward, carrying a shovel and a tire iron. She smiled lewdly at Malcolm and said, "Have fun, donkey-dick."
Malcolm grinned lewdly. "Believe me, Mindy, I plan to have plenty of fun."
With that, Malcolm walked to the killing ground. He could hear Sally's pitiful moaning. Then he saw Bertram standing over the tormented teenager, whipping her brutally with the birch branches. Bertram was breathless and weary, but that didn't stop him from raining blows on Sally's tits, and ass and cunt.
"Take that, cunt!" Bertram cursed as he whipped her naked, writhing body.
Sally bit back her tears, determined not to show Bertram that she was in agony. She would not give him that perverse satisfaction. But her body was on fire. The birch whip slashed across her nipples and pussy-lips. She flinched and moaned with pain, but she did not cry.
Malcolm strode forward and grabbed Bertram's wrist as he prepared to slash the wretched young girl again. "Take it easy, boss. You're gonna wear yourself out," he told Bertram. "Take a breather. You can't lose control. You're the boss, Mister Havermeyer. Mindy and I count on you. Relax while I dig the grave, then you can go at it again. Look, I brought you a tire iron. You can ream out her asshole with it later. Before we bury her."
Bertram smiled lewdly. "Thanks, good buddy. Always thinking about your boss, aren't you? I'll see that you get a nice, big bonus for that."
"Thanks," Malcolm said. "I'd appreciate that. I'm gonna go to work now."
"Dig it deep, Malcolm. A nice deep grave for our little redhead."
"Will do, boss," Malcolm replied with a nod. As he passed by Sally's prone, tortured body, he looked down at her and winked.
"I hate you!" she shouted. "I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. You're no different from the other two. You're a prick."
"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" Malcolm cursed as he leaned down and slapped Sally. Then he leaned down and whispered, "Trust me, honey." Then, he strolled off with the shovel in his thick fist.
Sally didn't know what to think. What did Malcolm mean? He had told her to trust him. She was hopelessly confused. Why should she trust him? She felt like she was going mad. Her brain was working overtime, and she soon passed out from sheer mental exhaustion.
Still half asleep, Sally felt a cold, hard object slicing in and out of her wet cunt.
"How do you like getting fucked by a tire iron?" said Bertram Havermeyer, who jacked off his hard cock as he slid the tire iron in and out of her pussy. His eyes were glazed over with lust.
"W-what are you doing!" Sally cried. Then she looked down and saw the tire iron slicing in and out of her pussy.
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "You can't do this to me!"
"Can't I?" Bertram hissed. "Who the fuck's gonna stop me from fucking you with a tire iron?"
"I am!" came Malcolm's deadly serious voice. He stood behind Bertram, legs spread apart, his bare chest, his muscles rippling and slick with perspiration.
"I'll be through with the bitch in a minute. Then we'll kill her and be gone," Bertram said to Malcolm.
Malcolm's heavy fist slammed into Bertram's face with the force of a locomotive.
Bertram Havermeyer was knocked out cold. Sally shouted to Malcolm. "Take this ugly tire iron out of my cunt!"
"Will do," Malcolm replied, and slipped the tire iron out of Sally's juicy cunt. Then he bent over and kissed the girl on the mouth, a passionate kiss that made Sally's pussy drool with cunt-nectar. "I told you to trust me. Everything will be okay now. Don't worry about a thing, my loved one," Malcolm said tenderly.
"I love you, Malcolm," Sally cooed. "Fuck me, please."
They fucked with wild, reckless abandon, writhing about on the ground. Malcolm's monstrous prick was buried balls-deep in the girl's hot, wet pussy, and she savored the wondrous sensations that pulsated in her clit. She was on fire. Her cunt and clit spasmed and her seething pussy rippled with erotic delight. They weren't just fucking. They were making love! Sally was overcome with lust and desire. His prick felt so hard and big in her hot, tight cunt. She writhed about beneath the big man, savoring his powerful, pummeling cock-thrusts and loving the way that he sucked her tongue into his mouth. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast!" she pleaded. "Oh, God! This is beautiful, Malcolm! Fuck! Fuck my needy pussy! I love you!" She felt her orgasm coming on. It crept up on her and extended in her well-fucked cunt. Her frenzied passion was totally out of control.
"Ohhhh! Oh, yes!" Malcolm shrieked as he came. His thick load of jism flowed through his prick and saturated her cunt, filled her pussy with an abundance of cum.
They climaxed together, and both Malcolm and Sally were so close at that very moment of powerful orgasm that they felt and heard identical sensations and sounds. They felt as though they were lost in a crazy-quilt of passion; they heard the sound of a loud explosion – an explosion that sounded like a gun firing.
The next sound they heard was the voice of Bertram Havermeyer. "You tried to fuck me over, Malcolm!" he shouted angrily. "Nobody fucks over Bertram Havermeyer. Nobody! Especially not a muscle-bound, stupid, dim-witted asshole like you, Malcolm. You're a brainless fool with nothing to show but a foot-long cock. Now both of you get up and start walking. I'm sure Malcolm dug a grave big enough to accommodate the both of you."
They stood peering down into the deep hole in the ground. Sally clutched Malcolm's big hand and felt brave. She would not cry. She would not beg Bertram Havermeyer to spare her. She looked up at Malcolm, who stood bravely, his chest thrust forward, his jaw firmly set, his menacing eyes focused on the figure of Bertram Havermeyer.
Bertram stepped back, being cautious, afraid to get too close to the hulking man. He aimed his revolver at Malcolm and smiled with self-satisfaction. "Any last words?" he asked.
"Nope!" replied Malcolm. "Rot in hell, you bastard!" shouted Sally.
"Fine. Say goodnight, Malcolm," Bertram quipped as he pulled the trigger.
Bang! The sound of the gun firing tore through the sultry night air. The revolver flashed, but Malcolm stood firmly.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Bertram. He had fired straight at Malcolm's chest. He couldn't have missed at such a close distance.
Malcolm smiled. "Try again, boss!" he taunted the confused man.
Bertram squeezed the trigger again. Bang! the gun exploded. Malcolm stood firm, smiling. Sally looked totally confused.
Bertram fired three more times, pulled the trigger again and was distraught to discover that his six-cylinder revolver was empty. There were no bullets left. And Malcolm still stood there, unharmed, his arms crossed, his eyes beaming brightly.
"Didn't you know I was Superman? You can't kill me, Bertram. Not unless you have some Kryptonite with you."
Bertram stared wide-eyed, shocked. "It's crazy! I'm going insane!" he cried as he threw the gun to the pound.
"Well, then, I guess we'll have to take you to the nut house, Bertram," Malcolm said matter-of fact. "You've lost your marbles, boss." Malcolm strolled forward, and Bertram freaked. He ran on trembling legs, stumbling and tripping through the night, with Malcolm in hot pursuit. He tripped and fell, striking his head on a rock. He was knocked unconscious.
Mindy came running to the scene. She was shocked to see Malcolm and Sally standing over Bertram's body. "W-what's going on?" she stammered. "I heard shots. I thought you guys had killed this little bitch!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at Sally.
"The boss is a bad shot," said Malcolm with a wide grin. He reached out and gripped Mindy's wrist, pulled her forward and threw her to the ground next to Bertram.
"What's going on here?" she demanded.
"Roll over, slut!" Malcolm commanded.
"What the hell for?" she replied indignantly.
"Because Malcolm told you to do it!" chimed in Sally as she reached down and picked up the birch branches.
Mindy instantly obeyed, and trembled as she lay face-down on the ground.
Sally lifted the birch stick high in the air and brought it slashing down on Mindy's back. "You nasty little bitch!" she shouted. "I'm gonna get you back for all the shit you put me through." She flogged the helpless brunette's back, tearing the clothes off her body. The birch whip rained down on Mindy's naked ass-cheeks. Mindy wept and wailed and cried for pity, but Sally was in no mood to stop flogging the wicked bitch who had caused her so much pain and degradation. When Sally became arm weary, she threw the birch whip to the ground in disgust and sat on the ground. "Malcolm," she said breathlessly, "Let's get out of here."
"Good idea," he replied. "But, first we have to bury Bertram Havermeyer."
"He's dead?" Sally asked.
"Yep!" Malcolm replied. He lifted Bertram's body over his massive shoulders and carried him to the grave. He tossed the man's body into the deep, dark hole. "Too bad, boss," Malcolm muttered in false pity. "That was a terrible fall you took. Damned rock put you away. A terrible way to die. May the Good Lord have mercy on your poor soul. But, I'm afraid you'll never get to talk to the man in charge. I doubt if Saint Peter will let you through the gates." With that, Malcolm filled the hole with dirt, turned to Sally and said, "He's better off dead. The son of a bitch doesn't belong in the world among decent people."
Malcolm and Sally kissed and walked back to where Mindy lay on the ground. The wicked woman turned over as she heard them pass by and said, "What about me, Malcolm, honey?"
Malcolm grimaced and said, "It's a long walk back to town, but you'll make it."
Malcolm and Sally drove the Cadillac straight to Sally's beach apartment. They packed her clothes and drove to San Bernardino, rented a motel room and collapsed into bed.
"I love you," Malcolm whispered as he kissed her neck.
"Make love to me, Malcolm. Please! Fuck me!" Her voice carried a tone of urgency.
They fucked passionately. He fucked her brutally and tenderly, and Sally loved it both ways.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed as she felt his prick slicing into her hot, tight, red-thatched pussy. She writhed in ecstasy beneath his powerful body. His prick filled her tight pussy to the brim. He hammered his cock into her cunt. She came, screaming loudly as her orgasm racked her lithe young body and sent her into a netherworld of untold passion and lust. "Fuck me more!" she screamed, and Malcolm rolled her over on her stomach and fucked doggie-style. His massive hard-on rammed into her seething pussy, raking pleasure from her cunt. Her pussy was burning with lust. She came again, and this climax seemed more powerful than the last one.
"Aaaeeee!" she screamed as she wriggled her ass wantonly, dreaming of how wonderful her lover was. His giant, hard prick felt fantastic! God! What a marvelous lover! she thought.
Malcolm spread her ass-cheeks apart and slid his prick into her asshole. He pumped his cock hard and fast into her steaming asshole. She loved it. She loved being ass-fucked by Malcolm Reams. She didn't feel degraded when he ass-fucked her. It felt great. Her passion carried her away on a wave of sexual delight. His prick reamed out the linings of her asshole, and she felt another orgasm welling up in her well-fucked cunt. Her pussy leaked cunt-juice and her clit spasmed as he butt-fucked her tight asshole. Her cheeks glowed with satisfaction and she bucked and jerked her ass upward to meet his powerful cock-thrusts into her tight pussy. Soon, she had the fucking timed perfectly. When he thrust his rock-hard prick deep into her asshole, she jerked her ass backward at the exact same time. The result was a wondrous sensation that shot through her nubile young body and filled her brain with a rush of passion. "More!" she begged in a throaty voice. "Don't stop, Malcolm! Ass-fuck me hard and fast! Give it to me good!"
"Unnhhhhh!" Malcolm grunted as he reared back and slammed forward, impaling her tight asshole on his mammoth, stiff prick. "I… I can't hold it much longer I," he stammered breathlessly. "I'm gonna come any second!"
"Go ahead, Malcolm!" she shouted. "Fill my asshole with your jism. I want it all!"
"Aaahhh!" Malcolm moaned as his prick let loose with a flood of cum. His jism spurted out of his cock-slit and flooded her asshole to overflowing.
A moment later, Sally came. "Aaaeeee!" she shrieked as yet another all-consuming orgasm racked her beautiful, nude body. "I love it! I love it! It feels great, fantastic!" she panted as she bucked and writhed, sighed and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the hot ass-fucking that Malcolm had so expertly meted out. It was perverse to be fucked in the asshole, she thought. It was wicked, evil and wanton to allow a man fuck her asshole. But she didn't give a damn. She was beyond reason. Malcolm Reams was her lover, and she loved everything that he did to her. She would even let him beat her if it made him happy. She would do anything, anything to please her man. She was so proud to be with Malcolm Reams. He was a strange sort of man, but he sure knew how to fuck her tight pussy and asshole. And he was such a stud! she thought. He knew exactly how to turn her on, get her pussy-juices flowing and tease her, then fuck her to a great orgasm. She once hated the huge man, hated him with a passion. She had feared him and thought that he was a perverted, wicked, nasty man. Perhaps he was, she thought. Perhaps he had changed since he had met and fucked her.
Or perhaps she had changed. Two days ago, she would never have submitted to an ass-fucking, and now she was loving it, even begging for it, pleading for Malcolm to ream out her asshole with his tool. It still hurt to be ass-fucked, but the pain was over come with sexual pleasure. She enjoyed being sexually dominated by Malcolm Reams.
"Damn!" she blurted. "I just thought of something. Bertram Havermeyer called you a superman. He was right," she said as she squeezed his drooling prick and licked a drop of cum from his cock-tip. Immediately, his prick began to swell again. He had just shot his load of jism, and here he was with a throbbing cock, a reddish cock-knob, a blue-veined tool. Christ! she thought. How in the world can a normal man get a raging hard-on only moments after shooting his wad? "I don't get it. How can you be so damned virile. It's inhuman!" She looked directly into his beautiful eyes, sighed and said, "Are you Superman?"
"With you I am," he replied. "I just can't get enough of your hot pussy and tight asshole. And right now I plan on sucking your cunt, you beautiful little redheaded bitch."
As she stretched out and luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue that licked tenderly across her clit, she felt like the luckiest woman in the entire world. She had the greatest stud in the history of mankind. Was he Superman? she wondered.
"Aaaeeee!" she wailed as she came again.
Then Malcolm plunged his prick into her mouth and she sucked his big, hard cock eagerly. She greedily gulped down his jism when he shot a thick load of cum into her mouth.
Jism drooled out of the corners of her mouth.
She tried to speak, but the words came out all muted, and her lips foamed with his jism. She licked her lips and gulped down his remaining jism, swallowing every drop. Then she tried to speak again. In a whimpering voice, she asked, "Malcolm, tell me the truth, are you Superman?"
Malcolm laughed heartily and shook his head in disbelief. "No, my darling. I'm just a horny man who is in love with a beautiful young woman. I'm certainly not Superman."
"B-but that bastard Bertram Havermeyer fired five shots at you. You never flinched. You were never scared. I thought that we were going to die right then and there. But after he shot at you, and didn't hurt you, I wasn't worried at all. It was as though the bullets just bounced off your chest. And you were there with a bare-chest, honey. You weren't wearing a bullet-proof vest I don't understand." She gripped his prick and stroked his lengthy cock-stalk. Immediately, his cock began to get hard. Within seconds he had a massive hard-on. She kissed his cock-knob tenderly and looked into his eyes. "You are unbelievable, Malcolm. You really are Superman, aren't you?"
"No, Sally. I'm merely an ordinary man. I have an unusually large prick, and an unusually large sex drive, but otherwise I'm a normal human being. I'm no Superman, believe me."
"Yeah, sure," Sally said, sarcastically. "Then how come bullets bounce off your chest? Your bare chest!"
Malcolm panted breathlessly as Sally stroked his prick to a giant erection. "Darling, those bullets didn't bounce off my chest." He shook his head and chuckled boyishly.
"Bullshit! I saw him fire five shots at you, at point-blank range. He aimed right at your chest. You never flinched. You don't have a single hole in your perfect body. How the hell do you explain that?"
"Sally, I've been Bertram Havermeyer's flunky stud for years. I knew his every mood, his every move. He trusted me. I played along with his game, only because I had no confidence in my own abilities. He made me feel like a stupid muscle bound stud who had nothing to offer but a foot-long prick. He used me. He manipulated me. But when I made love to you, I became a new man. All of a sudden everything made sense to me. I realized that I really wasn't stupid. And I was determined to save you. But I had to play along with Bertram Havermeyer to accomplish my purpose, do you understand?"
"Yes! I understand that, damn it!" she exclaimed as she stroked his prick and admired his lengthy cock-stalk. "But that's not the point! He fired five bullets at you, and you never got hurt! Why weren't you killed?"
Malcolm's prick throbbed and he found it difficult to speak. "Sally, my loved one, I told you that I was Bertram Havermeyer's flunky. I was in charge of loading his revolver. Get it?"
Sally laughed loudly, and squeezed Malcolm's prick. "You loaded his gun with blanks!" she blurted.
"No shit, Sherlock! Now, what say we have a little tumble in the hay, Ms. Holmes?"
"Brilliant idea, Watson," she replied as she guided his rock-hard prick into her seething pussy. "Hey, Superman," she added, "do your stuff!"