Chapter 17 Corral Torture Part II
Meanwhile Ernie, still playfully swishing his whippy switch in the air, had
passed through the corral gate and had taken a position inside the coral.
Honey glared at the perverted cowpoke as he ogled her deliciously
vulnerable breasts. "Nice work, Jackson. Her tits are sittin' on top 'a that
rail nice as you please. Ain't they, Honey?" Ernie used the tip of his switch
to flick playfully at one of Honey's swollen nipples.
"Let's see, Jack. She's got four comin'. Tell ya what, pardner. How about
we double up on her?" Ernied sliced his home-made cane viciously in the air
again, enjoying the way the rancher's daughter flinched. "I'll give her a couple
across those juicy jugs, while ol' Betsy gets rea-fuckin'-cquainted with that
sweet ass 'a hers!"
"Four it is, Ernesto," Jack grinned bitterly. "One for each fuckin' year I
spent in that stinking prison. Serves the bitch right!" Jack eyed Honey's ripe
bottom cheeks and the architecture of the corral. Another plan was beginning to
form in his diabolical mind. But for the moment he simply wrapped his big hand
tighter around Black Betsy as he perfected his grip.
Inside the corral, Ernie had taken a position on Honey's left. The
venomous little man licked his thin lips salaciously at the sight of the
succulent pink-nippled breasts that were posed so enticingly along the upper
surface of the corral rail. His right hand trembled slightly, so excited was he
by the prospect of using his home-made cane on Honey's perfect pleasure-globes.
Hell, he thought to himself, this was almost worth getting shot for.
"OK, Honey. Lean forward and stick those big beauties out for me real
nice! I'll bet yer starting to regret tellin' yer daddy I was a peeper, now,
aint'ya, darling'?" he sneered, as Honey reluctantly inched forward. "And
remember, Princess -- I don't wanna hear a fuckin' peep outa you either, while
I'm whippin' yer tits -- or yer gonna get more! Comprende?"
Honey Wilson looked up at Ernie and saw the feverish and irrational eyes
of a lunatic. She nodded despairingly.
"Ready, Jack? On three!"
Black Jack Slocum adjusted his Texas-sized cock which prodded almost
painfully against his black denims. The contrast between Honey's adolescent-like
pigtails and her full, ripe, womanly asscheeks was stunning. A thick bead of
perspiration clung tenaciously to the delicious dimple at the base of Honey's
tapered back, as if hesitant about venturing downward into the deep, dark,
mysterious cleft between her shapely buttocks.
Slocum's cold, dark, water-moccasin eyes traveled up Honey's long, lithe
legs and paused when they reached the teenaged beauty's deliciously rounded
rump. Hot crossed buns, he mused with a cruel grin, as he studied the
criss-crossed striations Black Betsy had left on Honey's buttock-ovals. As he
tightened his grip on his thick belt, he decided that it wouldn't be amiss to
warm those creamy buns up a little more. Before he slipped his long, hard
summer sausage between 'em. Jack figured that he and Ernie just about had
enough time for one more rough roll in the hay with Henry Wilson's pride and joy
before they'd have to hit the trail; and then they were going to need to put
some distance between themselves and any possible pursuers before the Wilson
crew returned from the cattle drive.
"You're on, partner," Black Jack responded gruffly. "On 'Three' it is."
"ONE..." Ernie's voice, always on the squeaky side, seemed to have risen
half an octave in his excitement.
While he measured the distance to Honey's luscious breasts, Ernie caught a
glimpse of Jack's black-shirted arm drawing his belt back, its shiny surface
gleaming in the bright morning sun.
"TWO..."
Honey's torso quivered involuntarily as Ernie the Weasel drew a bead on his
twin targets, the perspiring upper slopes of her breasts which Jack had
positioned so temptingly atop the weathered corral rail. Honey's body seemed to
glow in the bright sunlight as she struggled in vain at the ropes which held her
fast to the wooden crosspiece. Ernie, meanwhile, had tightened his grip on his
switch, and lifted it upward, cocking his elbow so that his wiry forearm pointed
toward the blue summer sky.
"THREE... YEAAHHHH!!"
With a maniacal cackle, Ernie viciously brought his switch down across the
belt-reddened curves of Honey's naked breasts with a violent THWICCKK!! At
precisely the same moment that Black Jack brought his heavy belt down across the
ripe summits of her bottom, with a punishing CRACCKK!!
"AAIIIEAHHGHHHHHH!! Oh, Goddddd, it hurts." The beautiful blonde's voice
was choked by the horrific pain of the simultaneous blows.
"Aww, Honey," Ernie said sardoniclly as he checked the soundness of his
switch, noting with satisfaction the two-inch-long damp, crimson streak that now
adorned its other end. As he congratulated himself for crafting such an
effective weapon, he turned back to face the blue-eyed rancher's daughter.
"Now, darlin', I warned you that if you couldn't keep quiet, they wasn't gonna
count, didn't I?"
Ernie waited for the curvacious blonde to nod miserably. "Sorry, but we
ain't gonna be able to count those two. That's a damn shame, ain't it, Jack?"
Ernie smirked as he winked at his partner as Jack slowly recoiled his dreadful
belt.
"Yeah, Ern, breaks my fuckin' heart!" Jack snorted derisively as he
studied the livid mark he had left across Honey's sumptuous derriere.
"Please ... no... it's not fair..." Honey mourned, while Ernie sized up the
damage. His slicing stroke had opened a thin gash on her left breast and left a
dark streak on her right.
"Ready for another go, Jackson?"
The swarthy gunslinger ravished Honey's quivering bottom-cheeks with his
cold, reptilian glare. "Ready as I'll ever be, I reckon."
"ONE!" Ernie lifted his switch high into the air again.
"P-please ... please..."
"Are ya ready, Honey? Stick those tits out, girl, or I ain't gonna count
this one neither..."
" TWO!"
"No ... not there ... not again..."
But Ernie was as bound and determined as Sam Houston at San Jacinto.
Honey bit down hard on her lip, knowing the pain that next few seconds
would bring.
"THREE!!"
With a hyena-like grin, the sadistic little hombre slashed his switch
downward into Honey's nude love-melons with another punishing THWICCCKKK!! that
pinned her pleasure-mounds to the rough surface of the weathered wooden rail.
The second blow had fallen midway between the first one and the proud, pointing
tips of her breasts.
"MMMMMMMGGGGGGGHHHHH!!" It was all Honey could do to stifle the screams of
agony that welled up within her.
This time Jack waited until her breast-pain had subsided somewhat before
laying Betsy squarely across her buttock-rounds again with a mighty forehand
blow. CRACCCKK!!!
"NNGGGGGGHHHH!!!" Honey's arms struggled futilely with her bindings while
she stamped her bare feet in the dirt as if somehow that futile movement would
help soothe her suffering.
Her breasts and bottom were aflame with pain. It was everything Honey
could to do suppress her desire to scream.
" What's the matter girl? Those juicy jugs 'a yers gettin' a little sore?
Well, Honey, I reckon you shoulda given that some thought 'afore you came at me
with that knife." Ernie the Weasel had a crooked grin on his homely mug as he
crossed in front of her and took up a position on her right.
"OK, Princess, back in position. Get those knockers out there! More,
goddamit! Or you're gonna get it worse! Head back! How's her ass looking,
Jackson?"
"Ern, she's gonna find out in a little while how good it looks," Jack
answered with an undertone of menace that caused the blonde teenager to shiver
with fear.
"I'll bet. Well, pardner, you ready?"
"Always ready to whip a fine-lookin' ass like this 'un, Ern."
"Attaboy!"
"ONE!"
Honey's upper body shuddered lasciviously as Ernie Gibbs extended his arm
so that the blood-stained switch rested atop her pink, puckered nipple-tips.
Despite the fact that her arms were securely lashed to the top rail of the
corral, Honey tried to pull back from the rail of pain.
As soon as she did though, she felt a powerful hand between her shoulder
blades pressing her forward, as Black Jack Slocum forced her pain-wracked
breasts forward into harm's way again. "The man said to stick yer tits out,
Honeychile, and that's jest what yer gonna do."
"Thanks, Jackson," Ernie grunted as he lifted the switch about a foot above
Honey's protruding nuggets, and then slowly lowered it, rehearsing the chopping
stroke he was going to use. He repeated this ritual twice more as Honey's
breasts trembled with trepidation.
"TWO!!"
The switch came gently to rest on the beautifully distended crests of her
breasts for the third time, as Ernie prepared his final stroke. Jack's big paw
crushed her against the corral with the force of a battering ram. "Remember,
Blondie, not a peep!"
"THREE!!!
The freshly-whittled cane went up quickly this time, and came down even
faster, flashing down out of the azure sky with what seemed like bullwhip
velocity before descending with terrible force directly onto Honey's swollen,
cock-teasing nipples.
THWICCCCKKKKKK!! "MMPHHHHNGGGGGPHHH!!"
The pain was excruciating. Fresh tears filled her eyes as Honey choked
back the scream that fought for release, and then expelled her imprisoned breath
with an animalistic groan. In her suffering, she had not noticed that Jack's
hand was no longer pressing against her back. But a moment later she heard the
faint but unmistakable whoooosh of leather cutting through air, an instant
before another lightning bolt of searing, scalding pain tore through her rounded
bottom -cheeks.
"UMMMMMGHHH!!"
"Not, bad, Princess," Ernie remarked grudgingly, as he eyeballed the deep
indentations his switch had left in Honey's lust-nubbins. He slid the terrible
rod underneath Honey's right breast and then pulled it back toward himself,
thereby transferring the thin trail of blood on the switch to one of the few
unscathed parts of Honey's body. "For a daddy's girl, she takes a tit-whipping
purty good, Jackson."
"Please ... for God's sake.." Honey begged through her tears. The proud,
pointed breasts with which she had teased the ranch-hands to distraction so many
times were ablaze with pain, as were the tempting curves of her freshly-striped
bottom. "G-go" she gasped painfully." Just go... I won't tell anyone ... I
promise. On my mother's grave, I promise."
"Well, I don't rightly know about that, Honey. Sounds like yer bein'
mighty unneighborly to me. Whaddya think, Big Jack?" Ernie grinned crookedly.
"Sounds like our little Princess is askin' us to leave before the party's over.
Personally, I wouldn't mind stayin' around for one more cup 'a tea, if you know
what I mean."
"Right, pardner," Jack muttered in the low, throaty growl of a man consumed
with sadistic lust. "That and mebbe a little dessert."
Frightened by the tone of his voice, Honey turned her pretty blonde head to
look back over her shoulder at Jack. Slocum's gaze was fixed on the deep,
sensuous buttock groove that bisected the broad, horizontal marks he'd just left
with his belt. And she quickly understood the meaning of his last remark.
Because Black Jack Slocum's huge cock looked as hard in his denims as the
barrel of a cannon. Not only that, but his eyes were lit up with the ferocity
of a grizzly who'd gotten a whiff of Honey.
And now it was time for the grizzly's dessert....
