Chapter 8 Black Betsy
Five minutes later Honey found herself standing with her ankles and knees
lashed tightly to the legs of the sturdy kitchen table with strips of rawhide.
Meanwhile her torso was bent forward over the table, with her wrists tied to the
legs at the other end of the table. Her tender, grease-spattered breasts kissed
the rough wooden table top. Ernie Gibbs had sprinkled a little rock salt on the
table, with a two-fold purpose. First, he took enjoyment simply from adding
salt to her wounds; secondly it gave the table top a gritty texture that made
her position all the more uncomfortable.
From the side, Honey's body was bent into an L-shape; from the rear, her
long tanned legs formed an inverted V. From any angle, she was a defenseless
vision of female loveliness, her lithe, well-muscled thighs spread wide, her
pendulous breasts resting gently on the table.
"Pull her drawers down, Ern; let's have us a good look at Blondie's ass.
The way you got her tied, she ain't gonna kick you this time," Jack smirked.
"Fuck you, Jack!" Ernie retorted, but he obliged by rolling Honey's pants
down as far as he could, given her spread-eagled position, until they were a
horizontal splash of white fabric at the base of her rounded butt that framed a
bottom that was almost as enticing as her juicy breastmelons. Honey's butt was
more rounded than wide, more compact than expansive. And Black Jack Slocum was
fixin' to tear into it.
Ernie squeezed the curves of Honey's ripe buttcheeks, and then felt between
her legs, inserting first one finger, then two, then three, into her warm slit.
They came out sticky with Jack's cum, the residue of her rape in the barn.
"Here, Honey, clean me off," he smirked as pushed his fingers toward her mouth.
Honey turned her head, which was about all she could move, away in disgust.
"Oh, I thought you said you were thirsty, before. You know what, Honey? You'd
better develop a taste for cum, girl; it might be all you get to drink for a
while, girl!"
"Ernie, don't be so goddamn mean! Pour Honey, here, some of that coffee.
It should be piping hot now."
Puzzled at Jack's intervention, Ernie poured the cup of steaming java and
handed it to Slocum, who was standing facing her now. Slocum crouched down to
table level so that his face was even with the blue-eyed blonde's. Honey could
see the vapor rising from the hot coffee. Jack took a tentative sip, but it was
still much too hot to drink.
"Now, Honey, Ernie here asked you nice to clean him off. Let's try it
again." Once again, Gibbs stuck his slimy fingers in front of Honey's mouth.
But this time when she demurred, Slocum carefully tipped the cup of coffee, so
that a few drops of the near-boiling brew dripped slowly on one naked
shoulderblade.
"Aaaaggghhh!!" The blonde bucked in her ropes.
Ernie profferred his vile hand once again. When Honey was still slow to
take his fingers in to her mouth, Slocum upended the cup slightly again, sending
more of the scalding liquid down, this time on her other shoulderblade.
"Aaaaagghh!!" Honey screamed again, squirming as the half ounce or so of
hot coffee trickled down her sensitive back. "I'll do it, I'll do it."
And this time when Ernie put her fingers to her lips, she opened her mouth
and took them in greedily, sucking every last drop of Black Jack's cum from
Gibbs' filthy hand.
"That's better, Honey. You're learning." Jack was still standing in front
of Honey. He slowly unbuckled "Black Betsy", his black leather belt with the
bold brass J on the buckle. Until Honey had taken him out of circulation four
years earlier, he guessed that he'd whipped as many sexy female asses as any man
in Texas. But he couldn't remember too many as sweet as Honey's. And not even
one that he would take more enjoyment from whipping, given his grudge against
her.
He stood before her, as he undid the belt from the belt loops, letting her
get a good look at the principal actor in her next ordeal. "This is Black
Betsy, Honey. Well actually it's Black Betsy #4; I wore the first three out. I
only used this one once before, on that senorita in San Antone. So she should be
almost as good as new."
"Black Betsy ain't no ordinary belt, Honey. I heard about this injun who
makes belts, and when I tracked him down, he told me about a secret tanning
process that he uses to make the leather even tougher and harder than usual.
But maybe I should let you be the judge of that." Slocum was holding Betsy,
doubled up, in his powerful hands, inches from her face. With a sudden motion
of his hands, he snapped the belt with such force that it seemed as if a rifle
shot had been fired in the ranchhouse kitchen.
Honey shuddered at the thought of this hellish strip of black leather being
used on her tender flesh.
Then Slocum walked around behind her. He paused as he did so, enjoying
Honey's bowstring-taut position; the skin across her ribcage was stretched as
tight as a drum. He felt under her for a breast, and cupped its
grease-spattered fullness for a moment, crushing it briefly in a hairy-knuckled
hand, before moving behind Honey. For a moment he studied the blonde's long
golden-tanned legs; her rounded buttcheeks quivered with apprehension.
"Ernie, bring me that mirror from Honey's bedroom." As Ernie ran off to
get the mirror, Jack let Betsy drape across the small of Honey's back, while he
grabbed her firm right buttock. "Gotta hand it to you, Honey, you are one fine
piece of ass!" Jack took another swig from the whiskey bottle
Ernie returned a minute or so later, carrying the large mirror that he'd
seen Honey admiring herself in, the night he'd been peeping.
"Put it over there, Ern, right where she can see it. I want Honey to watch
me whip her. You got that, Honey?" Jack jerked on her blonde pigtails. "You're
gonna watch me beat your sweet ass! If she closes her eyes, or looks away,
Ernie, give her another little dose of that coffee."
"Right, Jack," Ernie giggled. "C'mon, let's get started, big guy. I wanna
see them buttcheeks dance!"
Jack stood slightly behind Honey and to her left. He deliberately uncoiled
Betsy then, and slashed Honey across her lower left leg, leaving a fierce mark.
The other advantage of the mirror, to Jack's way of thinking, was that he could
see the fear in Honey's eyes as the belt went up. And how her fear was
transmitted, almost instantaneously, to his target area - her long legs were
twitching in anticipation of the coming flogging.
CRAACCKK!! "Mmppfff" Jack blasted her across a soft thigh, just above her
knee, drawing a low groan from Honey; she was trying not to give Jack the
satisfaction of hearing her cry out. That was OK by Black Jack Slocum; he liked
a challenge.
CRAACCKK!! Back to the meaty calf of her left leg. Honey grimaced in pain.
Jack tightened his grip and then delivered another CRAACCKK!!
"Mmmmmmff!!!" A real bun-burner, that one, low on her rounded buttcheeks.
Jack loved the shadowy groove between her buttocks; it promised untold
pleasures.
CRAACCKK!! Another sidearm shot across the tender hollow at the back of
her knee. In the mirror, Jack could tears beginning to form in Honey's pretty
blue eyes.
CRAACCKK!! He whipped the base of her spine, an inch above her buttock
cleft.
Jack moved forward a little; he'd been using a side-arm motion on her legs
and bottom, but this time, he lifted Betsy high overhead, and brought the
fiendish strip of black leather CRAACKK-ing down, across the tender valley in
Honey's back, just below the shoulder-blades.
CRAACCKK!! Honey felt the belt burn a line across the base of her yielding
buttcheeks. "Aaaaggghhh!!"
"Good one, Jack," encouraged his rat-faced sidekick, "she really felt that
one!"
CRAACCKK!! Back to her long legs, this time bisecting her soft thighflesh
with an angry stripe. Honey's groans were louder now, Jack noted with grim
satisfaction.
CRAACCKK!! A wicked horizontal slash that scorched the tops of her thighs;
just below the white wad of her partially pulled down panties. Honey's
spread-eagled position more or less mandated that he could only whip one leg at
a time, except near the juncture of the inverted V, where the gap between her
legs narrowed.
Jack crossed behind his blonde victim at this point, and took up a new
position, this time behind her and to her right. In the mirror, he could see
that tears were leaking down Honey's cheeks now.
CRAACCKK!! A brutal back-handed slash across the roundest curves of her
ass! Her butt was twitching now, spasmodically, between each stroke.
Honey could only watch in the tall mirror, as the black leather whizzed
through the air before burying itself in the compact curves of her bottom.
CRAACCKK!! "Aagghhh!" Another vicious backhander, high on her right
thigh.
"Please... no.... n-..."
CRAACCKK!! "AAAGGHHH!!!" A high-pitched yelp was Honey's reaction to a
blistering shot that burned into her ripe derriere.
"Oooh, you caught her a good one, there, Jack!" Ernie Gibbs chipped in.
He loved seeing Jack break snotty sluts down into whimpering bundles of flesh.
Especially when they were tall, curvy, prick-teasers like Honey.
Jack had moved forward again.
CRAACCKK!! Another overhander that landed on the small of Honey's back.
The teardrops on her cheeks were little streams now.
CRAACCKK!! "Aahh!" Jack doubled up Betsy and whacked Honey across her
fully extended right arm, biting deep into her tricep.
CRAACCKK!! And he continued by strapping the fleshy part of her forearm.
Honey could actually watch the her arm slowly redden, as a result of these last
two. And get an idea of how her bottom and legs must look to Jack.
And her shapely rear end looked pretty damn good to Jack, ripe and round
and red.
Even her position, sprawled tautly across the table was becoming
increasingly uncomfortable, stretched as she was to her full length and beyond.
Jack sneered with sadistic pleasure. He was enjoying every second of
Honey's ass-whipping.
CRAACCKK!! "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" Jack was back behind her again; ripping at
the deliciously rounded curves of her resilient buttcheeks. Honey was
whimpering louder now in between lashes.
CRAACCKK!! Another shot, right across the top of her firm buttocks. Jack
was hitting her with such force that the belt's loud impact against her flesh
seemed to echo through the house.
CRAACCKK!! "Aaagghh!!" Jack had launched an overhand smash that left a
dark stripe down the length of her left bottom oval.
CRAACCKK!! "Ohh!! God!" Followed by a similar scalding slash to her rosy
right buttock.
CRAACCKK!! "Aagghhh!" A savage sidewinder that blazed across her upper
left thigh.
And then, CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK Four more fiery flashes of
lightning exploded across her rump, burning into her bottomcurves. "AAGHH!
AGHHHH!! "AIEEAHII!" "AAGHHHHH!!!"
Honey was bawling now. "No more, for God's sake! Stop! Please!!" Her body
shook convulsively, as far as her rawhide bindings permitted.
"Had enough, Honey? Ernie, Honey says she's had enough. What do you
think?" Jack was sweating from his exertions. Honey, naturally, was bathed in
sweat, her golden skin gleaming damply, her buttocks palpitating uncontrollably.
"Look at her shakin', Jack. Her ass is jigglin' like a bowl of jelly!"
"Sure is, Ern. Maybe I'll let Betsy have a rest and let John Henry, here,
have some fun!" Jack unbuttoned his fly; in the mirror Honey could see that the
whipping had excited him prodigiously. His huge horse-cock jutted out of a
forest of swarthy pubic hair.
Ernie watched, puzzled, as Jack put the pan of bacon grease back over the
low fire, and added another log. "What the fuck is he doin'?" Ernie wondered.
"It's hot as hell in here already."
Black Jack cupped his heavy, hairy testicle sac in one hand, while his
other stroked his penis. "Oh, yeah! John Henry's ready for more action, Honey.
And he's taken a liking to your ass!"
Jack stepped and grabbed the firm reddened buttocks in his big hands.
"Christ, Betsy warmed her up good, Ern. Real good." Honey's butt was soft and
round. And thanks to Betsy, it was as warm to his touch as a hot water bottle.
And then Honey felt his hairy hands probing roughly at her cunt. "God," she
thought, "he's going to rape me again."
But after Jack had let his big cock toy with her open quim for a while, he
gripped her ass-cheeks tightly and spread them even wider, revealing Honey's
puckering asshole.
"Looks like a tight 'un, Ern. Guess I'll have to ream her out some." Jack
continued to stroke his dick with one hand.
Ernie came around behind Jack then, anxious to get a good look at the
proceedings.
Honey was petrified. He couldn't be thinking of putting his monstrous cock
in there? Could he? It couldn't possibly fit. He'd tear her to shreds!
"No, Jack! Not there!" she begged. "Please, not there!"
"What's the matter, Honey? Ain't you never been fucked in the ass? I guess
not, since your pussy was virgin. Well it don't matter none, Honey, cause
you're butt is too fine to waste, and you're gonna take it in that sweet ass
now. All ten fuckin' inches of it!"
Jack had been rubbing his cock against her clitoris, trying to stimulate
the little bud, but now Honey could feel his humongous organ sliding upward
toward her anus.
And then she felt the slow grinding pressure, as Jack tied to grind his
hard male-meat into her. But her rosebud was tight and dry and fought the huge
invader.
"Honey, I'm warnin' you. Relax and enjoy it. Lots of broads like a good
ass-fuckin', don't they Ern?"
"That's right, big Jack. They love it." The weasel was rubbing his crotch
surreptitiously, excited by the prospect of fucking Honey later himself.
"Loosen up, Honey, or you'll be sorry you didn't," Jack warned her.
But Honey's rectal muscles still clenched in opposition to the intruder,
who held her buttocks wide apart, as he tried to force his way into the little
sphincter.
"All right, Honey, I warned you. I got a sure way to loosen her up inside,
Ernie. Watch this."
And horrified, Honey watched in the mirror as Jack reached back and picked
up the heavy frying pan, filled with the bubbling bacon grease that he'd put
back on the fire a few minutes earlier.
"Spread her cheeks open for me, Ern, I'm fixin' to oil up her asshole a
little."
And to Honey's dismay, with Ernie Gibbs spreading her buttocks wide, Jack
Slocum let drop after drop of the hot grease drip onto her puckering rosebud;
some of the drops misfired and spilled into her cunt.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Honey's scream lasted for several seconds, until
Jack relented. He'd probably only spilled a few teaspoons, but they had served
the purpose. The grease lined the outside of her asshole, and slowly seeped
inside, too.
"Look at 'er Jack! She's bucking like a fuckin' bronco!
Ernie was right. When the scalding grease had hit her asshole, Honey
jerked so much that she moved the heavy wooden table.
"OK, Honey, let's try it again." The grease cooled rather quickly, and by
dint of its lubrication, this time Jack was able to wedge his manhood into the
tiny aperture. Once he'd got it inside, Jack set about working his meat deeper
into her. He began grinding away at her, sinking his mammoth prick further
into her cock-choking anus with every punishing thrust.
"Aungh! Aunghh! Ungggghhh!! Honey grunted. She felt like she was being
skewered by a rolling pin; Jack's cock pistoned back and forth relentlessly,
stretching her rectal muscles more than she would have believed possible
"Fuck, but she's tight! She's squeezin' my dick like she was wringing out
a mop, Ernie. Mmmm, that feels good. That's it, Honey. Take my big fucking
dick in your sweet ass!"
"Ride her, cowboy!" Ernie exhorted.
Jack was fucking her harder, now, his prick burrowing deeper inside of her
with every stroke. His big hands held the ripe curves of her scarlet-striped
buttocks in an iron grip as he continued his anal assault, his huge hairy
ball-sac rhythmically slapping her butt.
"Hey, Ernie! Work on her tits while I'm fucking her up the ass!"
"You got it, Jack," the weasel answered, and Ernie proceeded to walk around
in front of their naked captive, and, slid his hands under her, cupping a
luscious nude Honey-breast in each of his dirty hands. "Shit, Jack, they're
still all greasy!"
"That's OK. Wait! Lift that mirror up and over some, so I can get a good
look." Jack continued to work his prodigious jackhammer deeper and deeper into
her muscular chute. Every lunge drew a plaintive "Unnnngghh" from the victim of
his atrocious ass-fucking.
After Ernie repositioned the mirror, Jack gave him a wink. "Perfect. Now
get them titties."
And Ernie grabbed for her boobs again. "That's it, Ern. Now twist 'em
good. That's it! Work those big juicy tits! Mmmm, Kee-rist, her sweet ass is
tight! Twist 'em, dammit! Harder! Now in the other direction. Attaboy! Now
get a good grip on her nips. That's it. Grab 'em and dig your nails in, nice
and tight!" Ernie, his eyes feverish with sadistic lust, tightened his
yellowish talons on Honey's tasty pink nuggests, still dreadfully sore from the
cheroot burns earlier. "Got 'em? Now pull those pretty little sonsabitches
toward you. Harder!! Like you was gonna rip 'em off her tits!"
As Ernie tugged on the gorgeous' blonde's taut breast-tips, Jack,
deep-fucking Honey's rounded ass a mile a minute, exhorted him. "Aww, c'mon
Ernie-boy! You can do better 'n that! Tug 'em harder, fer chrissake! Pull
those little pink bastards! Twist 'em! Stretch 'em out as far they'll go!"
Honey could only writhe in agony and watch in disbelief as the horrid little man
extended her man-pleasing nipple-crests a good inch from her tender coral
aureoles.
"That's better, Ern! Oh, shit!! Geesus, that's good baby!! Twist those
fuckin' tits!! Harder, goddamn it! Oh, fuck!! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna
fuckin' come. Twist 'em!! Oh, Geesus, that's good! YEAHHHHHH!!!!"
Jack had been pumping his dominating derrick into Honey's tiny sphincter
for seemingly endless minutes, but now the erotic thrill of watching his partner
tormenting Honey's big, juicy lust-globes, combined with the delicious
involuntary clenching of her rectal muscles on his manhood finally took him over
the top. "Yeah, Honey, YEAH!! he grunted with ecstatic lust as he erupted
inside her, drenching her insides with his man-juice.
Jack pulled his dripping cock out of Honey, buttoned himself up, and said,
"Ernie, I rode fifty miles and one hot, long-legged blonde today, and I'm plum
tuckered out. I'm fixin' to get me some shuteye. Don't let our little friend
wander off, now, ya hear?"
"Don't worry about that, Big Jack. Me and Honey here is just fixin' to get
better acquainted. Ain't we, Honey?"
Honey, on the brink of exhaustion, didn't hear him. Angered by her lack of
response, Ernie grapped her by both blonde pigtails, and jerked hard, "I said
we're fixin' to get better acquainted. Ain't we, darlin'?"
"Yes," Honey whimpered weakly, as she wondered what the hateful little man
had in store ...
