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The Outlaw's Revenge

Chapter 9 Warm Flesh and Hot Metal

     Chapter 9  Warm Flesh and Hot Metal
    
     Jack was gone.  And once again his ferret-faced sidekick had the juicy
young body of Honey Wilson all to himself. One thing was for sure, Ernie thought
--  despite all she'd been through, the blonde nineteen-year-old still looked
damned good.  Her face was a little tear-streaked, her hair a little mussed, but
her voluptuous body still looked mighty fine, and mighty vulnerable strapped as
it was to the sturdy kitchen table.  A lewd grin crossed the homely little man's
face as he scratched his chin.  This was going to be fun.
    
      He strolled around Honey to get a better look at his tempting prisoner. 
Jack Slocum's wicked belt, Black Betsy, had left any number of livid red streaks
that criss-crossed Honey's creamy buttocks and golden thighs.  Ernie slid up
behind his blonde captive and explored her well-flogged bottom with his grimy
hands.  Honey's ass-cheeks were whippably firm, but her skin was soft and warm. 
And as far as Ernie Gibbs was concerned, the lurid belt-marks Jack had left,
made her look better than ever, at least to him.
    
     Ernie'd been thinking about what he might do once he had the tall blonde
all to himself, and now was his chance!  There were two heavy serving spoons
hanging on the wall above the stove, each with an eighteen inch handle, and a
four or five inch long oval metal bowl at the end.  One was solid, and one had
holes, so that liquid could filter through.
    
     Ernie took the spoons and set them so that the ladle end rested in the fire
that Honey had started on the hot stove when she cooked dinner.  Then he donned
a thick knitted  potholder.  "Did you make this, Honey?  Nice work.  I wouldn't
wanna burn my hand."
    
     After a minute or two, Ernie picked up one long spoon with his "gloved"
hand and gingerly touched the other end with his bare hand.
    
     "Yup, she's hot.  What do you think, Honey?"
    
     And the Weasel whipped the back of the hot spoon across Honey's naked left
buttock. 
    
     WHACKK!!   "Aaaghhhh!" Honey cried out in pain.
    
     The pain was doubly intense - the impact of the spoon by itself would have
been bad enough.  But Ernie made it all the worse for Honey, by letting the hot
metal rest against her buttcheek for a split second.  Then he slashed her across
the back of first one thigh, and then the other.
    
     WHACKK!  WHACKK!!  The sturdy spoons left their stinging imprint on Honey's
soft thighflesh, as she writhed in pain.
    
     Wiping away the thin trickle of lust-spittle that had formed at the corner
of his mouth, Ernie the Weasel began to work Honey over with the sturdy spoons. 
He liked the way the one with the holes left an odd grid-like imprint on her
suntanned skin. He circled her slowly, and with short compact strokes began
bashing her legs and her back and her flanks, leaving a painful indentation in
Honey's tender flesh with every robust swing. 
    
     Every minute or so, Ernie switched spoons, so that one was always heating
on the stove.  After the fourth exchange, Ernie ran the hot spoon right up along
the inside of Honey's right thigh, and then ever so briefly, let the hot metal
touch her tender pussy lips.  Ernie chuckled as the naked blonde squirmed
futilely in her bonds, hopelessly trying to escape the inescapable implements.
    
     The spoons were really only really hot on the first swing - they cooled
quickly after having been swung through the air -- but the impact of the first
swing in each rotation was devilish, kissing Honey's tormented flesh with its
scalding touch.
    
     The ferret-faced sadist saved the curved contours of Honey's buttcheeks for
last.  They were so fucking round and firm!  He switched to the newly heated
spoon and blasted her bottom with it.  And then he turned the hot spoon
sideways, so that it fit into the lovely crack of her ass.
    
     "Aaagghh!" Honey screamed, as the hot metal scalded her."Take it out!  For
God's sake, take it out!"
    
     "I'll make ya a deal, Honey", Ernie offered, as he slipped the edge of the
hot spoon into her buttock crevice.  "I'll stop heating the spoon if you wiggle
your backside for me real nice.  How about it baby?" Ernie asked as he slashed
her rounded buttocks again. "I want you to wiggle your sweet ass like there's no
tomorrow. Got it?" 
    
     WHAPP!! Ernie struck her again, searing her buns.  "Aaaoooow!!"
    
    
     "And keep wigglin' it 'til I tell you to stop." 
    
     WHAPP!!  Another vicious smack to the the ripest curves of her ass.
    
     "Yes, anything, please." Honey entreated him. "Just don't burn me there
again."  Honey, defenseless, had no choice but to nod her head and wriggle her
bottom as if she were deep in the throes of sexual abandon.
      
     WHAPP!!  "Aaaghhhh!  N-no... For God's sake ... no ... Please ... not the
hot one... ag..."
    
     Ernie had switched spoons yet again and the one with the holes had been
heating longer than usual.  He eyed her deep-cleft bottom for a fraction of a
section and then he blistered the center of Honey's rounded right buttock with
the devilish weapon and then held the hot implement against her
    
     WHAPP!!!  "AUGGHHHH!!
    
    
     "That's good, baby - work it around!"  Ernie  reveled in every circular
motion of her enticing undulating bottom.  He pulled his cock out of his pants
and stroked his hairy member with one hand, while he whipped Honey's ass with
the other.
    
     WHAPP!!  "Side to side, for me! Keep it going, Blondie! Or I'll heat up
your crack again!"
    
     In response to that terrible threat, Honey wriggled her butt as
lasciviously as she knew how.
    
     WHAPP!!  "Yeah, that's nice, Honey!" Ernie fondled his erection lovingly.
He couldn't get enough of the way Honey's tempting buttcurves clenched up
tightly just before each blow fell.
    
     WHAPP!! He walloped her again right, across the top of her cheeks.  "So
nice!  Keep wiggling that sweet ass for me, Honey.  Just for me."
    
     Honey's taut buttocks gyrated in sensuous circles.
    
     "Oh, yeah, Baby! WHAPP!!  "Ouwwwwww!!"
    
      "Just like that."   WHAPP!!  "Please ... it hurts..."
    
     Honey felt as if the horrible little man had blasted every inch of her
bottom with the spoon, and she wasn't far wrong; her buttcheeks were rosy.  It
was hard to concentrate on being sexy, when she was in so much pain.  But she
did her best to keep her butt moving in slow sinuous circles, as if her ugly
tormentor were the most desirable lover in the world.
    
     WHAPP!!  "Aaiiiahhh!!"   Ernie blistered her smooth bottom again. "Jiggle
those hips, Honey! Good girl! That's nice.  Just like that."
    
     WHAPP!!  "Aagghhhh!!  "Keep it moving!"
    
     As Ernie continued to work on her rounded buttocks, it occurred to him that
the harder he hit 'em, the springier they became. Ernie's swollen dick was 
throbbing with lust, now, as he thrashed Honey's meaty bottom-ovals. Their
cheeky resilience seemed to beckon to him to continue.
    
     And continue he did, ripping into their soft firmness again and again. 
Twice, when Honey slowed in her tantalizing wriggling, Ernie had to give her
another taste of the hot metal at the juncture of her thighs.  When he did, it
didn't take her long to begin grinding her bottom in feigned sexual ecstasy once
again.
    
     He must have given her fifty whacks, when Ernie paused. Both of them were
dripping with perspiration.  Ernie's hands moved in circles over her burning
buttcheeks as he asked,  "I sure could go for a drink about now, Honey. How
about you?"
    
     "Yes.  P- p-please."  Honey's throat was parched.  It had been hours since
she'd had anything at all to drink
    
     "OK, darlin'. We'll have us a little drink together.  Be right back."
    
     Ernie was gone for only a minute, and then he returned, carrying a fresh
bottle of Henry Wilson's bourbon.  He quickly broke the seal, and tilted the
bottle to his lips, and took a good long swig.  "Ah, that's good stuff, Honey. 
You want some?"
    
     Honey, parched beyond words, whispered, "Please."
    
     "OK, blondie, here you go.  And Ernie splashed an ounce or so of the 100
proof bourbon on Honey's raw bottom.  The fiery alcohol quickly seeped into
every tiny fissure, every microscopic break in the skin on Honey's rosy red ass.
    
     "Aghhhh! It burns, you bastard!"
    
     "Now you're not exactly in any position to be calling anyone names, Miss
High and Mighty!"  Honey could feel Ernie's mouth on her buttocks, licking the
bourbon off her body.
    
     "Mighty tasty, Honey."  WHAPP!!   "Aaggghhh!!" 
    
      Ernie had hit her again,  right across the center of her left buttock. 
"Lots of folk like bonded bourbon, Honey. But I'm kinda partial to bondage
bourbon myself. Hee, hee," he giggled, delighted with his own joke.
    
      WHAPP!! The heavy spoon tore into her bottom again.
    
     "How about another drink, Honey?"  and Ernie doused her sensitive
ass-cheeks again, letting the alcohol burn into every exposed nerve ending on
her reddened buttcurves.  And once again, his ugly face bent to her buttocks,
his tongue probing deep in her buttock cleft, searching for any stray drops of
liquor.
    
     "Hey!  You stopped wigglin'!  I warned you not to do that, now, didn't I?" 
    
     "No, please. Aggghhhh!!"  Ernie had switched spoons again, and jammed the
scalding end of the fresh spoon right up against her asshole.  "I'm waiting!!"
    
     Honey finally got the message, and once again began rotating her hips in
slow sinuous circles. "That's better, girl. " WHAPP!!  "Aaagghhh!!!"  
    
     "Much better."  WHAPP!!  "Man, I love it when you move your sweet ass like
that, girl!"  WHAPP!!  "Aaggghhhh!!"
    
      "That's good.  I can tell  you want it, Honey, don't you? You want it up
yer sweet ass, ain't that right, Honey, girl?  Well, that's just where yer gonna
get it!"
    
	Ernie let the spoon fall from his hands, stepped up behind her, and
spread the full moons of Honey's lovely scarlet buttocks wide, revealing her
vulnerable rosebud.  And without further ceremony, he rammed his cock into the
tiny orifice, slapping his man-balls against her warm derriere with every
sadistic thrust.

	Honey's nether channel fought him every inch of the way, but the more
she fought him, the tighter her anal muscles gripped his excited organ and the
more violently he drove his rock-hard fuck-pole into tight-clenching chute.

	"URGHHH!" Ernie grunted.  "Oooohh, shit, that's good, Honey-girl.  Take
it deep, baby.  AURHHH! ARGHHH!  ARGGHHHH!!" he bellowed as he thrust his skinny
prick-tip still deeper into her cock-choking channel, as Honey emitted murmurs
of pain and revulsion.

	 Ernie continued drilling into Honey's spasming buttock-cleft until
Honey, exhausted by her long sexual ordeal, slumped forward unconscious.  But
even that didn't stop her sadistic assailant.   Ernie the Weasel continued to
pound away at her rectal channel for several more minutes until his sadistic
lust was satisfied and he spurted a slimy load of goo deep into Honey's bowels.



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