"You realize you're going to have to pay extra for this," Danny said. "A lot extra!"
The dark man shrugged. "What I want, I get. I'm willing to pay." He glanced at his companion, whose eyes still glowed with the remnants of the passion Liz's mouth had kindled in her cunt. "You can, of course, use Wanda if you wish."
Danny cast his eyes at the stately brunette. A little skinny for my taste, he thought, but padded in all the right places. Her tits were high and proud and full, the nipples clearly outlined against the fabric of her thin tip, easily visible in the bright lights illuminating the motel playground.
Tied to the merry-go-round, and naked and miserable, Liz listened numbly to the conversation. The dark man had proposed to buy her, she knew, and that could mean only one thing.
Whatever he had in mind to do to her, she was not likely to survive it.
She met the realization with surprising calmness. She done her crying, her screaming, her pleading; she was drained of all emotion. She could not stop them from doing anything they wished to her. She had resigned herself to fate.
But even her total resignation couldn't entirely take the discomfort and humiliation out of her present position, however. The merry-go-round was a ten-foot disc of corrugated metal, with tubular railings for the children to hang on to, set on a low post so that it could turn freely.
Liz's naked body was tied down to one of the railings. Her body had been draped lewdly over the cold, curved metal, her legs drawn apart and lashed to its uprights, her hands tied behind her back. Her big jugs and lush ass were thrust out, naked and exposed.
Cool night-time breezes caressed her naked skin, raising goosebumps. Traffic hissed by along the street in front of the motel, blocked from view by the low buildings. In the other direction was the busy freeway, but it too was blocked, by a high earth embankment between it and the motel. No one would see Liz in her final agony, nor hear her anguished screams. The thought threatened to shatter her new-found calm. She felt her eyes fill with stinging tears.
"Payment in advance," she heard Danny saying. Unspeaking, the stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a big wad of bills. Without so much as looking at it, he tossed it to the man. Danny leafed through the roll of greenbacks. His eyes got bigger and bigger as he did so, till they seemed about to pop right out of his head.
He looked up at the other man. "B-but why?" he sputtered. "Why are you willing to lay down this kind of cash?"
The dark man smiled thinly. "It's the Fourth of July. I want to celebrate."
Liz cocked her head. She'd actually forgotten about the holiday. In the neighborhood where she lived – used to live – the constant rattling of firecrackers for weeks in advance made it impossible to forget the fourth was coming. In her air-conditioned cell, she hadn't heard any firecrackers going off, and with the awful, turmoil in her life, the date had been the last thing of any concern to her.
She heard footsteps crunching on gravel. Danny was now standing in front of her. Off to one side, she saw the dark man open the trunk of his steel grey Mercedes and bend down to rummage in the darkness.
Danny reached out to pat her head. "I-I'm sorry about this, kid." She jerked her head away from his touch. "You were one of the best, believe me. But I simply can't turn down this kind of cash." He hefted the roll of bills in his hand.
She stared at him, coldly. If he expected sympathy, when he'd just sold her to God-only-knew what kind of sadistic murderer, he could go fuck himself!
But then, he'd more than likely go fuck the only too willing Wanda. And, watching the auburn haired teenager being tortured to death, the brunette would probably be the wildest fuck imaginable.
Danny turned away. The dark man was coming, carrying something. With Wanda helping, holding her skirt up around her thighs – her bare legs bluish-white in the star and lamplight – he set some dark, conical objects at intervals on the ground around the rim of the merry-go-round. When that was done, he stepped up onto the platform with her. It rocked slightly to his weight as he came to stand before her.
"It's the Fourth of July," he said plainly. Something long and thin, like an oversized pencil, was in his hand. "I thought you'd like some fireworks."
He scraped a match along the railing. Liz felt a stinging in her flank as the blue and white head blazed into life. He held the flame to the far tip of the long rod in his hand.
Instantly it sputtered into life, spraying a stream of dazzling gold sparks. "Here," he said, his teeth flashing a smile, and turned the rod so that the hot spray played over her, naked tits!
"AAAH!" Liz writhed, trying to escape the searing pain in her boobs. The droplets of flame that danced against her exposed boobs were not hot enough to damage her, but they were still hot enough to be unbearable sparks hissed against the pale titflesh, still hot from the touch of Wanda's whip, deflecting from her nipples. When the little sparks touched her sensitive nipple, pain lanced right through her full boobs.
"Oww! Oh, God, it hurts! Take it away!" Muscles stood out, on her neck as she struggled helplessly. The pain was terrible as the stream of sparks sprayed her jugs. "Uhh!"
The jet of sparks fizzled, then shot out to sting Liz's boobs with a half-dozen pinpricks of searing pain. Then the last of the powder was gone, and the end of the rod began to glow. Liz felt her head slump forward.
"Don't do it any more, please," she whispered. "I can't stand it!"
The dark man laughed and threw away the burning rod. "Oh, I won't," he assured her, unzipping his white jeans. With his dark skin and dark shirt, the light-colored jeans gave the ghostly impression of standing alone, unsupported in the starlight. "I've got something else in mind!"
He whipped out his cock. His prick wasn't as large as Jamie's, or as thick as Brad Dolby's, but it was rock-hard and throbbing with lust. He grabbed her by the chin, squeezed her cheeks so that her mouth popped open, and thrust his cock into her mouth.
"Unhh!" she said, as her mouth was filled with the taste and hardness of his cock.
"Ah, yeah, your mouth feels good on my cock, baby! Suck me good, and maybe I'll be nice."
Liz rolled her eyes. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to the prick jerking between her wet lips. She was willing to take any chance to escape more torture. She felt the veins in his rigid prick throbbing with passion as her tongue began to swirl around the wedge-shaped head of the cock.
"All right," the man called out, "let her rip!"
Liz, was concentrating on sucking the man's cock, afraid to think of anything else. She heard steps on the gravel by the merry-go-round, heard matches being scraped into life.
The night burst into flame.
Panicking, Liz glanced around. Fountains of multi-colored sparks burst skyward in torrents. They were much like the spark-stream the dark man had used to torture her tits, but much fuller and thicker. Liz's captors had set nearly a dozen spewing cone fireworks around the platform and lit three of them. The leaping jets of brilliant fire glinting in her eyes, Liz glanced around, forgetting completely the cock stuck in her mouth as she tried to figure out what was going on.
Then the platform started to turn.
"Mmm?" Liz tried to ask a question, and found the man feeding more of his cock into her mouth. She washed it absent-mindedly with her hot tongue, still wondering what was happening. The man's maniacal laugh roared over the hissing of the fire-fountains.
Then Liz's naked ass passed through the fire stream of one of the spewing cones.
"Mmmm! Nnnh!" Squeals of agony burst around the hot cock sliding inexorably between the girl's lips. The fiery blast of the cone had singed her bare butt the way the sparks from the hand-held sparkler had singed her tits. The stream from the cones seemed hotter, more concentrated, but before her tender skin could be seared, her ass was out of the geyser of fire.
Almost immediately her ass was in the blast of another cone. She felt the flashing sparks wash over one rounded butt cheek, then shoot for a brief, awful instant right up the furrow between her buttocks, searing her puckered asshole with a kiss of agony. Then the other mound of assflesh was bathed in the jet, and blessed cool air was soothing her singed rump.
The dark man grabbed handfuls of Liz's hair on either side of her head and enthusiastically pumped his cock in and out of her tear-streaked face. With her butt being periodically scorched by the miniature volcanoes, she wasn't exactly working at sucking the prick pistoning in and out of her mouth, but that didn't seem to matter. Her screams and agonized struggles seemed to be more than enough to make the sadist happy! She could feel the thrumming tension of his cock, knew that it was only a matter of time before he blew an overwhelming flood of jism down her gulping throat.
It was also only a matter of time before Liz went crazy from the pain. "Ngh! Ngahh!" she cried as her ass was once more tickled by the cone-shaped torches. She wanted to bite down on the sliding prick and share some of her agony with her tormentor, but somehow there was no strength in her jaws for anything but screaming.
The blazing light had begun to flicker. The night was reasserting itself, and Liz suddenly realized the fire-fountains were shrinking. Her ass felt a diminished upward shower of sparks, and then the cones died out. She breathed a sigh of relief; at least that was over, with!
Then three more cones began roaring, spewing sparks into the air.
Once more Liz went through hell. Her jaws ached from screaming, and from her mouth being held forcibly by the bar of hot cock thrust between them. But the ache in her jaws was nothing to the shrieking torment in her ass as her lush butt was held for brief, awful instants in the fiery breath of the cones.
It was diabolically clever. The short intervals of time that her ass was exposed to the sparks were not long enough for her lovely butt to be damaged or disfigured, only enough for the nerves in her sensitive rump to begin their shrill song of agony.
The second relay of fountains died. Liz had a few short seconds of reprieve before the last set flared up. "Unnnh!" she groaned as her ass was blasted by a fresh stream of hot flame.
The jerkings of the cook in her wet mouth had become more urgent. As she shrieked and squirmed, her mouth moved over the pistoning prick and filled the cock with exotic and wonderful sensations.
His face coated with sweat, the dark man looked down at his captive. Her lovely face, and her mouth so violently – if unwillingly – sucking his rigid cock, were obscured by a curtain of the girl's hair.
But her naked body was clearly visible. The twin hillocks of her lush butt were illuminated in silhouette, back lit by the awful glare of the fountains. Each time her rump was bathed from behind by the spark-streams, her screams and struggled increased dramatically.
It was fantastic, but it was too much to take any longer. Before the flame-jets of the last set of cones had died down, the man felt his balls explode. He fucked his cock to the hilt in Liz's face, and bellowed like a bull.
When his cock drove past the back of the girl's mouth and down her throat, she knew what to expect. Nonetheless, she choked on the first spurt of jism his cock fired down her throat. The cock slid out of her mouth to the knob and spat come again, filling her mouth with his acrid come.
She screamed again as sparks flayed her butt. She choked on a new load of come, felt the potent spunk spew from her mouth as the cock plunged back down her gulping throat. Some of the come got into her nasal passages from the inside and she choked again, come dribbling from her nostrils as well as her mouth.
Finally the cock pulsed a final time, the tip drooling a thin stream of jism down her gagging throat, and began to go limp. The girl realized the fires of the last cone were out. It would be a while before the first in her tortured butt went out, however.
The man pulled his limp prick slowly from her mouth.
"Gah!" she said, spitting out the last inch of the prick with as much of his nasty jism as she could. "Oh, my ass! Oh, it's horrible!"
The man laughed. Holding a handful of hair, he grabbed his cock with his other hand and began smearing his jism from his prick over his victim's face.
"Oh, that's just a little taste to whet your appetite," he promised, in a voice that was hoarse with sadistic lust. "Just wait till you see what happens next!"
Cringing away from the sliminess of the spit diluted come being rubbed all over her cheek, Liz became aware of low, bestial grunts coming from nearby. She glanced in the direction the orgiastic sounds were loudest. Black-baked Wanda was on her hands and knees in the gravel, moaning rhythmically, sounding as if she were in pain as horrid as Liz's ass had been, subjected to the flame-fountains.
But Wanda's torment was of a different kind. On his knees in the gravel behind her, Danny had his big cock jammed into her asshole, and was fucking her big butt for all he was worth. Her denim skirt was thrown up around her waist to bare her ass for his mighty cock.
Seeing where she was looking, the man released Liz's head and stood back.
"Does that look good to you, baby?" he asked. "You like to have something shoved up your butt too? Well, I'm sure something can be arranged!"
Liz held back a groan. With her butt just recently cooked, and before that, cruelly whipped, she wasn't too eager to be fucked up the ass. But if that kept the man from doing anything more bizarre and excruciating to her, then he could butt-fuck her all night long!
He bent down to pick something up off of the platform as the merry-go-round wound slowly to a stop, now that Danny and Wanda had quit turning it. He came up with another firework in his hands. It was a tube, thicker than the hand-held rod, and set into a square wooden base. With one strong twist, the man broke off the base. He examined the butt of the tube for a moment, then nodded.
"All right," he said. He bent over Liz's rump. She screamed as he laid a hand on a pain-filled asscheek. His palms were sweaty with lust and exertion, and the salt of his perspiration filled her tender rump with fresh fire.
"Ow!" she cried, as he thrust his thumb up her asshole. "What are you doing?"
He got the tip of his forefinger into her poopchute, then two, and with his fingers pried open the entryway of her shapely butt. Then he deftly stuck the lower end of the cardboard tube into her asshole and pulled his hand from her ass.
Liz gasped with discomfort as her butthole snapped into a taut fleshy ring around the inch thick tube. It was as bad as having a cock up her ass!
"What are you doing?" she asked again, her voice tense.
"What do you think?" the dark man asked, and lit the fuse.
A stream of red sparks flamed from the free end of the tube. Liz felt the tube pushing its way further up her asshole. But that was the least of her worries. Before the thrust of the jet had pushed the fountain much farther into her butt, the intolerable flame within the tube would have burned its way down and be burning within her ass!
Hysterical fear threatened to break her. "NOOO!" she shrieked. "Get it out! Nooo! Gah!" The tube was already heating up inside her tightly-clenched butthole. Just a few seconds more…
A dazzling light washed over her. She blinked, surprised. This was not the flickering glare of a fire-fountain – it was the steady beam of a spotlight!
The dark man stiffened, his laughter dying into a rattle low in his throat.
"Hold it right there!" a harsh voice barked. Then: "Oh, my God! What're they doing to her?"
A scream split the night as Danny yanked his cock savagely out of Wanda's asshole. He shot a stream of jism all over her upturned buttcheeks and back as he fought to rise and run, his cock still discharging bolts of jism.
He knew enough to recognize the police when be heard them!
The merry-go-round rocked to the impact of heavy shoes as someone leapt up on to the platform. Liz heard a male voice grinding out a stream of obscenities, and then the burning tube sticking out of her ass like a flaming tail was plucked from her butt and hurled far, far away into the night.
"Wait a minute. This is all a misunderst…" the dark man said, his words cut off by the sickening thud of a hard-rubber baton against his forehead.
He slumped back against the rail. A nightstick smashed into his face again. He toppled limply from the platform.
Men were all around now, untying her, speaking soothingly to her. Nearby, she heard Wanda sobbing brokenly as she lay sprawled on the ground. Other voices were shouting at Danny, telling him to stop. In his panic, he ignored them, even after a pair of flashlights caught him in their beams.
He was climbing up the freeway embankment, his come-drooling cock dangling between his thighs, when a volley of pistol shots knocked him against the slope. His fingers scrabbled frantically against the hard-packed earth for a moment. Then he slipped and rolled to the bottom.
Someone was making his way to the platform as Liz was helped off of it. She was shivering uncontrollably when someone put a jacket around her shoulders.
"Here, I'll take care of her," said a voice.
Liz's head snapped up. It was Jamie's voice!
"She's all yours, Sergeant," a patrolman said, and that was all she knew.
The lights were low in Jamie McFadden's living room. It was a small room, but it was tastefully decorated. The only extravagant touch was the big black leather sofa that lined one wall.
Two people sat on the sofa, one astride the other, their naked bodies gleaming in the pale yellow lamplight. Liz's buttcheeks, shiny with the ointment of her rescuer had smeared all over them, worked slowly and lovingly around the stiff column of hot cock that slid easily up and down inside her pussy.
Their mouths were locked together in a tongue twining embrace. Then the girl broke away and planted a kiss on the young man's nose.
"I never expected to see you again, Jamie." Liz's tongue licked out, traced the line of her lover's jaw.
He laughed softly. "One look at you – ah, your pussy's nice and tight, and I swore I'd come back and take you away from that hellhole. Which wasn't too hard, considering I'm a sergeant with the undercover squad." His hands massaged her boobs, rolling her nipples this way and that with his palms.
"Mmm! I like that." Her tongue flicked at his eyelids. "My uncle? What about my uncle, the phony preacher?"
"He'll think a ton of bricks has landed on him, the sanctimonious bastard."
"Ahhh," she sighed with satisfaction.
He inhaled sharply as she squeezed his cock with her now-skilled pussy.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too." He bent to kiss a rigid nipple. "Promise me something."
"Anything." He shoved upwards hard and fed another half-inch of cock into her greedy cunt.
"Hurt me sometimes. Just a little. Please?" He looked at her for a moment. His prick fucked languidly in and out of her wet pussy. "Anything you say."
"Ahh," she said, and locked her mouth to his again.