Thread: Transporting Taylor (Dere and skittish_butterfly)

Martin reclined slowly back into the creaking leather chair. The suffocating heat was lessened somewhat by the coolness of the shade and the ice-cold beer. He felt his overbearing fug of fatigue to be held at bay for the time being. For the first time he even allowed himself to relax a little, savoring the refreshing liquid splashing down his parched throat. He looked over at the impaled Taylor, her lithe long body pumping like a piston between the two men. She was making weird, animalistic gagging noises as she choked on Naidu's rancid cock. These were punctuated by Sajur rhythmically slapping her pale ass until it glowed redder than ever before. As their pounding increased in tempo so did her swallowed screams. All previous pains seemed to pale in significance before this new level of suffering. The splintered, sharp edges of the plank bit into her breasts and inner thighs. She was utterly helpless like a rag doll pulled between two dogs. Naidu facefucked Taylor with all his might, gripping fistfuls of her shining gold hair in his hands and pounding her furiously. He buried her face - red and ruddy from tears, spit and cum - deep into the acrid stench of his crotch. The thick black curls of his copious public hair were like an wire brush in her stinging eyes. Occasionally he would pull back to allow her a few desperate gasps for breath, before thrusting in deep again as she made a guttural howl. Several times he choked her to the point of unconsciousness, feeling her thrash about in a frantic and futile attempt to escape. Then he would let her breath, before beginning the torture all over again. At the other end Sajur shredded Taylor's pussy with a series of increasingly painful strokes. He seemed to know exactly how to make it hurt. Her tight ass shuddered under his slaps, and he savored the contrasts of her tanline and scars against her ivory flesh. As the sweat ran in sweaty rivulets down her back he felt the velvet fold of her cunt melting around his long, thin cock. Her body was yielding to him, unable to resist or endure anymore. A long, loud groan of ecstasy rang out around the room and he finally came in her, digging his sharp nails deep into her flanks. As he felt his own orgasm mounting, Naidu viciously pulled Taylor's head of his throbbing dick to hold it off. But as he did he made eye contact with her. The sight of her shining blue eyes staring up at him, full of hurt and bewilderment and despair, was just too much. He unloaded all over her face, with several wads matting in her blonde locks. Cum now dripped from her still-pretty face along with the steady rain of tears and sweat. He wiped the remained off on her bright pink cheeks, spouting a torrent of Hindi obscenities on her. Both them stood back with a simultaneous sigh, looking over the broken and bound of Taylor like artists admiring their handiwork. They chatted leisurely as they pulled up their drawers. She lay limp, wracked by occasional gurgling sobs. With a glow of post-coital satisfaction Naidu sat down on another chair behind his desk, facing Martin, while Sajur went outside to wash himself from the stations' basin. Well, Naidu purred, that certainly makes up for yesterday's unpleasantness! He cackled at Martin and leveled his cold back eyes at the Englishman. As a wicked smile split his face it exposed a line of cracked and yellowed teeth, like a shattered graveyard. Although of course I'm having a second turn before you go! Not letting such fine pink pussy leave here without my chance to taste it! Martin scowled but knew he was stymied. Remember no marks, I need it intact when I hand it over to the purchaser. Of course, oozed Naidu. He fixed his gaze on the naked Taylor as called out to Sajur in Hindi. When the lanky thug appeared Naidu issued a string of commands that Martin struggled to understand, before quickly switching back to English. You and Sajur go get my chief's car, and we'll go down to the waterside shortly. I just need five minutes alone with this exquisite creature. No fucking way am I- Martins protestations were cut short by Naidu's finger thrust into his face like a bayonet. The Indian growled I'll only be five minutes. I just want to have her to myself a moment, and nodded curtly at Sajur. Martin stood up, glanced through anxious, narrowed eyes at Taylor, then slowly walked behind Sajur out into the sun. He felt as if he was not thinking straight, suddenly muddled by the beer and the bright shock of the late afternoon glare. Certainly he would never normally allow a captive out of his side, but he knew he'd made the devil's bargain and would have to see it through. Meanwhile Naidu wandered slowly over to the bound Taylor. He sang softly to himself as he ran his fingers along her legs and sides, stroking her like a prize horse. Was that fun for you, miss? he drooled, pinching her ass. Did you enjoy our attentions? He slid a slimy finger slowly into her asshole, quickly growing hard again at her cries of pain. He slipped another finger into her pussy and said Wet again for Naidu already! You slut!'. He looked quickly back over his shoulder. He knew that wretched Englishman would never have let him fuck her untied, but Naidu was desperate to fuck his first white woman properly, face-to-face. He wanted those long, bronzed thighs clamped thigh around him and to look into those bottomless blue pools of pain that were her eyes. With his pocketknife he cut the bonds loose, rolling the numb Taylor off the plank and lying her spreadeagled on the floor. Dropping his filthy pants once more, Naidu stood over Taylor with his stubby cock raging hard. Ready for your second course? he said, laughing, as he knelt down.