Nada's body arched violently, shuddering. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She screamed into her gag, out of her mind with raw sensation. Out of nowhere, in the midst of her pain and terror, an orgasm had blossomed in her loins and exploded. Her pain melted instantly into pleasure, into pure, toe-curling pleasure, ecstasy such as she had never felt before.
"Jesus Christ!" Ross held the shivering, jerking young girl by the waist, watching her face contort, feeling her cunt chew his cock. He rammed up her spuming fuck-hole, enjoying the sight and feel of her. She was coming, by God! Even after what he'd done to her, she was coming!
He fucked her till her body reined and her legs fell away from around him. He caught her legs and held them wide as he fucked her with a few last strokes. Then he released her legs and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her and letting her swing free. She dangled like a limp sack, the tips of her pink toes grated by the concrete.
No use fucking a limp sack, he thought, and he swung toward Marilyn, his cock dripping with Nada's bloody pussy-cream.
He turned around just in time. Another few seconds and Marilyn would have gnawed through her ropes and been free. She was struggling like a trapped animal, trying to break the last strands of hemp that held her. Ross snatched a rope off the floor and brought it down smartly across her back.
Marilyn gasped, banging her head on the steel upright as she jerked. Dazed, her back on fire where the rope had left a fast-swelling welt, she stared at the ceiling, blubbering unintelligibly, tears washing down her face.
"Bitch!" Ross said. "Thought you could get away, did you!"
It gave him pleasure to see Marilyn blubbering and dazed. It excited him to see her getting what she deserved for the first time in her life. He squeezed his cock and worked the foreskin up and down, feeling the tingles shoot all the way to his toes. The welt on Marilyn's back looked good enough to lick. It would be salty, a burned meat taste, sweet.
"Damn you!" Marilyn growled, breaking out of her daze. "Goddamn you!" Then she screamed so loud that she nearly pierced Ross' eardrums.
Ross had only heard screams like that once before. Sissy had made them when Marilyn and Nada had been torturing her. He'd almost forgotten about Sissy. She was still back in the girls' locker room, bound spread-eagled to the floor, her tits and belly covered with the crisscrossing welts Marilyn and Nada had inflicted on her.
"Shut up!" Ross bellowed. "Shut up, you damn bitch!" He raised his arm and jerked it down. The rope tore across Marilyn's back, this time drawing blood. As the girl howled, writhing in pain and panic, fighting her ragged bonds but too weak to break them, Ross jerked his arm down again, raising another bloody welt on her satiny-smooth skin.
She collapsed face-down on the concrete, rolling from side to side, blubbering hysterically. Blood trickled from her raised, purple welts. Suddenly, a hissing noise came from between her legs and a pool of yellow fluid formed under her loins.
"Fuck!" Ross said, watching the gorgeous girl roll in her own piss. He pumped his cock, jerking his foreskin up and down, hardly able to control his excitement. He would have jacked off all over her if he hadn't wanted to fuck her more.
"Get up!" he ordered. "Up on your hands and knees!"
Marilyn heard him as if he were in another room. She was delirious, dying, lost in a hell of pain and hopelessness. She was drowning in her own piss, was melting into the concrete. Her entire body felt like a single, throbbing welt.
"Get up, damn it!" Ross cracked the rope across her ass. "Up!" The rope fell across her ass again, across the backs of her legs.
Wailing, blubbering, Marilyn strained with all her strength to get up, fought to get up to her hands and knees before another crack of the rope sent more fire gnawing through her flesh.
Ross had to close his eyes to calm himself down. He commanded his hand to release his cock. He stood there shaking, forcing himself to cool off before he took another look at the gorgeous teenager with the bleeding welts on her back and the piss running down her legs.
"Don't hurt me!" Marilyn squeaked, pleading for the first time in her life. "Please don't hurt me anymore!"
Her legs and arms quivered, hardly able to support herself. The pain of her welts was like a fire consuming her entire being. A few last trickles of piss dribbled down her legs as her bladder deflated.
Ross dropped to his knees behind the girl. The beautiful pink gash of her cunt stared at him from between her swollen cunt-lips. Droplets of piss nestled in her blonde cunt-fur. She was shaking all over, with unbearable excitement or total fear. Her cunt-meat throbbed. He braced his hands on her ass, spreading her ass-cheeks and cunt so wide that he expected her pelvis to break apart like the equal halves of a melon.