Chapter 20: A little pot lickin'
For a week now Tibbs had kept her prisoner in her room subjecting her to every
form of degradation and perversion the sadistic bastard was capable of.
Would it never end? Faye Morgan found herself asking for the nth time. How much
more could she take? She wondered what had happened to Green after Tibbs had
dragged him out. Was he still alive or had Tibbs killed him? When Tibbs wasn't
entertaining himself with her body he would leave her with her wrists tied to
the bed posts. The burning pain in her upper arms was almost unbearable from the
constant, unnatural stretching of the muscles.
She wondered what more Tibbs had in mind for her. Was there anything left that
he hadn't done? She had a sinking feeling that she was yet to discover what
further horrors he was capable of . . . .
Tibbs was feeling invigorated that morning. The rain had ended. The sage had
greened up across the desert lending a pungent aroma to the morning's air.
Later, he told himself, he would hunt up some fat grouse and have Elena cook'em
up for supper. But right now something else was occupying his mind creating an
eagerness within him that could barely be contained.
After buckling his pants and pulling on his boots, Tibbs walked over to the
trapdoor and stomped on it.
"How we doing, Green?" he taunted. "Guess you're gettin' kinda hungry. I once
had a fuckin' redskin down there for two months 'fore he died of hunger. I've
got a bet on with some of the boys that you'll last longer; so don't disappoint
me. Course if'n you ever decide to tell me who you really are all this suffering
could end." Tibbs listened for a reply. "No, huh?" He laughed loudly then picked
up his slip gun off his desk and slid it in his hip pocket.
"Be see'n yuh, Green," he called out over his shoulder as he opened the jail
door and walked out. "I'm gonna have me some fun this mornin'."
Tibbs headed for the hotel. The liveryman was mucking out the stalls as he
passed the entrance way. The man glanced at him and turned away abruptly. In the
alley, between the livery and the general store Doc Greely stood on the
second-floor landing, leaning on the stair railing smoking and watching him with
a frown on his face. Ames, the barber, his arm in a sling, was sitting leaned
back in a chair against the front of his shop reading a copy of the Lantern. He
pretended not to notice Tibbs.
They all hated Tibbs and Tibbs knew it, but he didn't care. They were weak men.
Cowards, and such men didn't interest him. Their opinions about him didn't
matter. As long as they jumped when he said jump, shit when he said shit, that's
all he cared about.
He entered the hotel to the tinkling of the doorbell. Abigail was sweeping the
lobby floor. When she saw him she turned to leave, but he quickly grabbed her
around the waist with one arm and pulled her to him. The broom dropped to the
floor. With his free hand he stroked one side of her face and kissed her crudely
on the other.
Her body tensed as his hand moved down to her breast. He squeezed it, feeling
the soft give.
"I told you not to wear anything underneath," he crooned hoarsely.
"I'm not," she replied, her voice strained as she tried to free herself. Her
eyes were shut in a futile attempt to close out a world she no longer wished to
be a part of; she pressed her lips tightly together. She could feel his hardness
through her thin cotton dress. He rubbed against her ass lewdly.
"You sure?" he teased. He moved his hand farther down over the firm belly and
cupped his thick paw over her cunt. He made an indentation in the fabric
covering her crotch and ran a finger up and down feeling the lips of the slit
give beneath the padding of wiry pubic hair. "Just checkin' to make sure."
"Please," she murmured weakly, wanting to turn her face away from the wet kisses
his mouth was leaving on her cheek and neck. The palm of his left hand moved in
slow circles over her belly while the finger of his right hand moved deeper into
her slit stirring something inside her she didn't want stirred.
Suddenly he reached down and pulled her dress up over her hips, baring her from
the waist down.
"No!" she pleaded, her voice tinged with panic.
"Don't worry; nobody's gonna come in."
She could hear him unbuttoning his fly; she felt the swelling warmth of his
erection against her soft asscheek. He bent her over the back of a horsehair
sofa, knocking a white, lace doily onto the floor.
Tibbs stared at the white firm buttocks, enjoying the sight, reveling in his
anticipation. Her futile squirming only excited him more. Her soft, feminine
pleads were more intoxicating than whiskey. A man who has never raped a woman
has never experienced paradise on earth.
Tibbs spread the cheeks of her taut ass and stared down hungrily at the pink
asshole as the small soles of her shoes dug into his shins. Using him she pushed
up on the seat of the sofa, arching her back as she tried to wriggle out of his
grasp. But it was impossible. His huge hands encircled her narrow waist and held
her fast. Her petite body was frail and childlike clutched against his massive
chest and belly. Like an ape with a doll.
He positioned the head of his engorged cock against the pink button of her
asshole and pressed slightly feeling a tight resistance. Pressing harder the
tension increased as the purple head of his swollen organ began to slip into
her. With a farther push the bulbous head disappeared, swallowed by the puckered
lips, and slowly inch by inch his thick cock buried itself in her tight little
hole until his hairy balls were nestled against the peach fuzz of her perineum.
Gradually she sank onto her elbows, her hands moving to the edge of the sofa
where the long, pink nails clawed at the tough, unyielding fabric. Tibbs could
feel the tautness of her body begin to drain away. A crude smile twisted his
lips beneath his thick, drooping mustache. He felt wetness against his balls.
"You cunts are all alike," he smirked and repeated what had become his spoken
mantra: "You pretend that you don't want it but, boy, do you ever. Before I'm
through with you, bitch, you'll be begging me for it."
He withdrew his cock from her and placed the head lower down against the firm
lips of her cunt. Through the wiry cunt hairs he slid his pole into her. She
gasped softly, her whole body trembling. He shoved his cock in her fully,
withdrew and rammed it back into her faster and faster. Her cunt gripped his
cock tighter and tighter. He heard her moan from deep in her throat and
tightened around him even harder.
"Uh . . . oooooooh . . . uuuuuh."
She squeezed him so hard that his cum backed up in his cock until finally
erupting with such a painful intensity that his knees buckled.
Tibbs remained leaning into her for several minutes while catching his breath
and awaiting the ending of the tiny spasms in his cock -- each one belching more
cum into her sweet little cunt -- before he withdrew.
He picked the doily up from the floor and wiped off his massive, semi-erect
cock. Abigail remained bent over the sofa. Tibbs watched his cum glistening on
the inside of her thighs. She didn't move. Tibbs liked that. It showed she was
waiting for his permission. It was a sign that she had given up her will to him.
And she wasn't even aware of having done so. He knew it would only be a matter
of time before she would be his sex slave to do with as he wanted. The thought
excited him. And when he thought of what he had planned for her next he became
even more excited.
"Get up!"
Obediently, Abigail pushed herself up from the sofa and pulled her dress back
down over her hips. She kept her face lowered. Until Tibbs placed a finger under
her chin and forced her to look at him. Her eyes had little defiance left in
them now; it had been weakened by a body that she could no longer trust; a body
that had betrayed her. Replacing the defiance was a confused sexual need to be
dominated that crowded out the independent woman who had once been so sure of
herself.
"We're going for a little walk, Abby; I've got a little surprise in store for
you." He traced her delicate jaw line with a finger. "And I have a feeling you
might just like it; but if you don't like it at first I'm sure you'll learn to .
. . ."
.
When Abigail saw the naked woman tied to the bed she tried to back out the
doorway, but Tibbs pushed her on in.
"You two bitches have shunned me ever since you came to Red Rock, but all that's
changed now."
Saying so, Tibbs gripped the buttoned front of Abigail's dress and tore it
apart, yanking it down to her ankles leaving her naked.
"Now get over on that bed, bitch, and untie her!"
Dazed Abigail moved toward the bed in the corner like a sleep walker. The
newspaperwoman's wrists were tied to the head posts of the bed with what looked
like cotton hose. The hands were blotched purple where the circulation had been
cut off. As she bent over to untie the knot on the post nearest, Tibbs stopped
her.
"Straddle her first," he said, "then untie her."
Faye Morgan's belly was firm and warm against the inside of her thighs and
buttocks as she complied with his orders. Despite her revulsion at what Tibbs
was forcing her to do, Abigail felt a tingle of excitement, the faint flutter of
butterfly wings building inside her.
Leaning forward struggling to unloosen the tight knots in the hose, her nipple
grazed Morgan's lips. A shock of ecstasy coursed through her body. And instead
of moving her breast away she pressed it more firmly against the woman's soft
lips feeling such a surge of excitement that she became wet. As she glanced down
she saw Morgan staring at her with a strange expression on her face.
When she finally freed Morgan's wrists, she saw Tibbs drop his pants and sit
down in a chair facing them. He began masturbating.
"All right, ladies, you know what I want so don't disappoint me." Tibbs pointed
his gun at them with his left hand while continuing to stroke his thick cock
into an erection with his right.
Morgan tried to push Abigail off, but her hands were paralyzed from having been
tied up overnight. The circulation was beginning to return and they were burning
so badly that tears came to her eyes. The hands flopped uselessly against
Abigail's tits until Abigail grabbed her wrists and held them down on the bed.
Surprising herself, Abigail slapped Morgan's face, first with one hand then the
other. The action gave her a rush. She had never struck anyone before and she
suddenly realized she liked the sensation of not only being dominated but of
dominating someone else. What was happening to her? Tibbs was corrupting her.
What was she becoming?
The red imprints of her hands blushed Morgan's cheeks. The woman's eyes
glittered hotly.
A tiny whine sounded deep in her throat. Her ribcage rose and fell rapidly from
her effort to dislodge Abigail. The woman's cunt was wet against her belly.
Abigail struck her again. Harder this time.
"Be still!" she ordered.
Morgan let out a grimaced sigh and stopped struggling. She and Abigail were of
the same general build, height and all, but Morgan was weak after being
half-starved and confined to the bed most of the time except when Tibbs would
let her bathe or go to the outhouse. She lacked the strength to resist. And
maybe that was good. If she didn't resist maybe it would end sooner. And the
sooner the better.
She stared at Tibbs leaned back in the chair whacking his huge cock and recalled
with revulsion all the times he had shoved that huge thing in her over the last
week; she tasted bile rising in her throat.
Suddenly she was jarred out of her thoughts by the touch of Abigail's moist lips
moving back and forth over her breasts, sucking and nipping from nipple to
nipple.
She would let her have her way. Why struggle when she would be defeated anyway?
It was revolting enough to be raped by a woman, but better that than having to
endure another ravishing by Tibbs with his rough, probing hands and greedy, wet
mouth reeking of whiskey and stale cigar -- demanding things from her no descent
woman would ever dream of doing. She felt dirty and vile. He had taken her
innocence. Yes, he could take and abuse her body, but he would never make her
enjoy it! Never make her submit willingly!
Abigail was making tiny sucking sounds on her nipples. They were becoming hard.
Little ripples of warmth were emanating from them. Her pussy muscles were
flexing in sympathetic reaction.
With sudden disbelief she realized she was becoming aroused. She tried to fight
the sensations that were building in her. Wicked, lewd images began to fill her
mind.
It wasn't possible. Couldn't be. How could she be aroused by another woman? She
wasn't one of those women.
She writhed beneath Abigail, trying once more to buck her off, but Abgail only
returned a throaty laugh and murmured something incomprehensible while
continuing to suck on her nipples like a baby starved for milk.
Tibbs had achieved a massive erection by now and the sound of his flapping-off
filled the room.
Abigail slowly worked her way up Morgan's neck giving butterfly kisses, nibbling
at her tender earlobes, tantalizing her with probing fingers while whispering
lewd suggestions.
With her right hand she held Morgan's chin and drew the tip of her tongue across
her lips which reluctantly began to open under her insistent prodding. Soon she
was thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth, gripping it with her teeth,
pulling lightly, teasingly. While doing this she moved her left hand down over
the firm belly and raked her fingers through the blonde cunt hairs into the
tight slit which instantly began to swell under her administrations.
A shudder moved through Morgan's body and the legs parted slightly. Abigail
flicked the tips of her fingernails lightly over the clit and slowly inserted he
finger into her cunt hole.
While she worked the finger in and out of the pussy hole, she bit Morgan's
tongue tugging with her teeth, pulling and stretching her lips with her lips.
Soon Morgan arched upward to meet the thrust of the finger. Abigail vibrated it
quickly from side to side pushing deeper and deeper into her. She could feel
Morgan's breath hot on her face as she drew back, hear rapid gasps building. The
shapely body was quivering uncontrollably beneath her.
She withdrew her finger and inserted her thumb instead, placing the tip of her
index finger against the asshole. Slowly she worked it in rotating her wrist
slightly clockwise and counter clockwise as she drilled the finger through the
tight sphincter muscle.
Inverting her body, Abigail placed her cunt over Morgan's face in a 69 position.
"Lick it!" she ordered.
She placed her fingernails against Morgan's inner thighs and dug them into the
soft, giving flesh.
Soon, Morgan's trembling lips tentatively brushed her pussy hairs; the wet tip
of a warm tongue probed the swollen, tingling flesh of her cunt lips. The
beginnings of a cum race through Abigail's belly, building deliciously. She had
never known sex with a woman could be so good. Quickly she lowered her mouth to
Morgan's pussy burying her tongue deep into the slit while continuing to work
her finger in and out of her ass.
Both women sucked at each other as if possessed. Their nude bodies writhed
sensuously on the narrow bed giving Tibbs a show he would never forget. Standing
up he shook off the rest of his clothes until his broad-shouldered, big bellied
body was totally naked. His massive cock swung heavily from side to side
occasionally jerking upward to slap against his hairy gut.
He stepped over to the bed and gripping his cock in one hand he grabbed a
handful of Abigail's lush, brown hair and pulled her toward him guiding her
mouth against it. Eagerly her lips opened and slid down the immense tube which
filled her mouth to the stretching point. He pushed it all the way to the back
of her throat and held it there.
She couldn't take all of him. It was impossible to breathe with that enormous
head lodged against the back of her throat. She began to panic. Did he know he
was strangling her? Would he care? The need for air grew within her. Yet at the
same time an intense excitement built within her as Morgan's tongue moved hotly
in and out of her cunt.
The closer she came to smothering the more an overwhelming need to cum racked
her body. It was unbelievably exciting. And horrifying. She was going to die
cuming!
Tibbs laughed raucously and pulled his cock out of her mouth, slapping her hard
on her ass. He climbed on the bed behind her, straddling Morgan's face.
He placed the head of his cock against her asshole while Morgan alternately
licked his massive balls and Abigail's pussy. Slowly he inserted the huge organ
in the tiny, puckered opening and began forcing his way in inch by inch. And
while he was entering her, Abigail resumed licking and probing Morgan's cunt
hole bringing the newspaperwoman closer and closer to the most intense climax
she might ever know.
Tibbs reached down on the floor and unloosened his belt from his pants and
doubling it brought it down hard on Abigail's creamy-white ass while his cock
was lodged fully inside her. The sharp whack of leather against tender, female
flesh resounded loudly in the small room. The intense pain caused Abigail's
sphincter to tighten around Tibb's cock like a vice. A puffy red welt formed
instantly across her firm, rounded cheek. Tibbs brought the belt down again; the
delicious sensation of her asshole squeezing his cock to the root with such
force made him shoot half a load of cum into her ass before his tube was
squeezed shut.
Delirious with ecstasy, he swung the belt wildly raining blow after blow on the
delicate cheeks raising a cruel criss-cross of welts over the now burning red
skin. Abigail screamed in agony yet came with such force that her whole body
convulsed into a series of uncontrollable spasms. Her teeth were clenched so
tightly that she thought they would crack.
Sweat dripped from Tibbs' hairy belly onto her asscheeks. He stared down to
where his thick slab of meat disappeared into her. The slightest movement would
make him cum. His body tingled all over. Morgan's tongue on his balls made it
impossible to resist any longer. Pumping Abigail's ass frantically he shot load
after load filling her to the brim. As he pulled out cum dripped out into
Morgan's lapping mouth.
Tibbs smiled and climbed off the bed. In just a week he was more than well on
his way to turning the two women into his sex slaves. If he wanted, from now on
they would be at his beck and call, willing to perform any perversion he wanted.
Things were looking up.
He thought about Green languishing in the dungeon. He could just let the man
starve to death, but that wouldn't be any fun. Or maybe he could nail his naked
ass to a whiskey barrel and flay him alive with a latigo de cadena, a chain
scourge that Mex jailers were fond of using on prisoners. That would make him
talk; the thought made Tibbs' dick begin to re-stiffen. But there was no hurry.
He had plenty of time to figure out an appropriate end for John Green, aka Jack
McGee, or whoever the fuck he was. He squeezed his dick feeling it swell with
new excitement. Power was the greatest dick stiffener in the world. If there is
a fucking God, Tibbs was thinking, his fucking dick must be as fucking hard as a
fucking rock all the fucking time.
