again. Heather tried to turn around but Sam held her fast.
Willy shook a fist at Tommy, “You do that one more time and the hole you’ll be diggin’ will be your grave.” He turned back to Sam and Heather. He spit on the anal plug and roughly shoved it into her opening. Her scream was muffled as Sam pushed her face into the dirt. Willy ran a six foot length of the rope from the front of Tommy’s collar to the back of Heather’s collar.”
They pulled the two young folks to their feet and fastened the free end of the rope to the saddle horn of the second donkey. Mounting up they started, single file, down the overgrown trail; Willy on the lead donkey, Sam on the other one, five feet behind him with the rope attached to her collar and her hands tied in front of her was Heather. Last in the line was Tommy, a length of rope connecting his collar to Heather’s.”
Willy turned to look back at them and chuckled, “That boy’s got the best deal. He can watch her sweet bare ass wiggle.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, the dumb fuck husband gonna be lookin’ at the end of that butt plug and thinkin’ about what’s gonna go up his bride’s virgin ass when it comes out.” Both men laughed.
As the sun rose higher the mountain shade disappeared. After two hours Tommy’s lower face was stiff with caked blood, his jaw throbbed with pain. His broken nose caused both eyes to blacken. Heather’s tee was soaked with sweat and it ran down her cheeks. Her legs were growing heavy with exhaustion. She tried to wet her lips but her mouth was dry. With each step she was painfully aware of the anal plug pressing against the sides of her rectal passage.
At the end of the third hour, Willy and Sam dismounted in the shade of a stand of pines but ordered their captives to wait in the sun. Willy took a quart water bottle from his saddle bag and drank before passing it to Sam. He grinned at Heather. “You thirsty, bitch?”
Heather nodded, “Yes, please,” she rasped.
“How about you, Tommy boy?” Tom tried to speak but couldn’t. He nodded his head yes.
Willy crossed to stand before Heather and held out the water bottle. When she reached her cuffed hands up to take it, he jerked it away and laughed. “Got to earn it,” he said. “How about you say, ‘Please Mister Willy feel my hot wet cunt’.” Sam slapped his knee and laughed.
Heather’s eyes blazed. “Go to hell,” she said.
Willy went back to sit in the shade with Sam. Together they finished the bottle while Heather and Tommy stood in the blistering heat watching. Sam held the bottle upside down and shook it before throwing it away. “We still got two hours to travel and it’s gonna get a lot hotter,” Sam said. “There’s another bottle in the saddle bag.” He stood and faced Heather. “It’s up to you, bitch,” he said. She didn’t answer. Both men prepared to get back on the donkeys. Heather glanced back at Tommy who was pleading with his eyes.
“Wait,” she said. Willy turned and went back to where she stood. She bowed her head, “Feel me,” she said.
“Them ain’t the right fuckin’ words.”
She thought for a moment, “Please, Mister Willy, feel my....feel my cunt.”
“Them ain’t exactly right either but they’ll do.” Sam tossed him the water bottle.
Willy moved close and placed his hand over her crotch. She gasped as he slid his middle finger into it. Her legs trembled. She suppressed a groan. “Damn, baby, I think you could cum again right here tired as you are.” He removed his hand and extending the finger, held it up for Tommy to see. “Look here, boy. Your wife’s still hot and juicy.”
He gave her the bottle. She had trouble holding it with her cuffed hands but with Willy’s help managed to drink, taking long swallows feeling as if she could drink the entire quart. Water dribbled from her mouth and down the front of her tee. Before she’d had enough, Willy took it from her. He motioned toward Tommy with the bottle. “Do
Willy shook a fist at Tommy, “You do that one more time and the hole you’ll be diggin’ will be your grave.” He turned back to Sam and Heather. He spit on the anal plug and roughly shoved it into her opening. Her scream was muffled as Sam pushed her face into the dirt. Willy ran a six foot length of the rope from the front of Tommy’s collar to the back of Heather’s collar.”
They pulled the two young folks to their feet and fastened the free end of the rope to the saddle horn of the second donkey. Mounting up they started, single file, down the overgrown trail; Willy on the lead donkey, Sam on the other one, five feet behind him with the rope attached to her collar and her hands tied in front of her was Heather. Last in the line was Tommy, a length of rope connecting his collar to Heather’s.”
Willy turned to look back at them and chuckled, “That boy’s got the best deal. He can watch her sweet bare ass wiggle.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, the dumb fuck husband gonna be lookin’ at the end of that butt plug and thinkin’ about what’s gonna go up his bride’s virgin ass when it comes out.” Both men laughed.
As the sun rose higher the mountain shade disappeared. After two hours Tommy’s lower face was stiff with caked blood, his jaw throbbed with pain. His broken nose caused both eyes to blacken. Heather’s tee was soaked with sweat and it ran down her cheeks. Her legs were growing heavy with exhaustion. She tried to wet her lips but her mouth was dry. With each step she was painfully aware of the anal plug pressing against the sides of her rectal passage.
At the end of the third hour, Willy and Sam dismounted in the shade of a stand of pines but ordered their captives to wait in the sun. Willy took a quart water bottle from his saddle bag and drank before passing it to Sam. He grinned at Heather. “You thirsty, bitch?”
Heather nodded, “Yes, please,” she rasped.
“How about you, Tommy boy?” Tom tried to speak but couldn’t. He nodded his head yes.
Willy crossed to stand before Heather and held out the water bottle. When she reached her cuffed hands up to take it, he jerked it away and laughed. “Got to earn it,” he said. “How about you say, ‘Please Mister Willy feel my hot wet cunt’.” Sam slapped his knee and laughed.
Heather’s eyes blazed. “Go to hell,” she said.
Willy went back to sit in the shade with Sam. Together they finished the bottle while Heather and Tommy stood in the blistering heat watching. Sam held the bottle upside down and shook it before throwing it away. “We still got two hours to travel and it’s gonna get a lot hotter,” Sam said. “There’s another bottle in the saddle bag.” He stood and faced Heather. “It’s up to you, bitch,” he said. She didn’t answer. Both men prepared to get back on the donkeys. Heather glanced back at Tommy who was pleading with his eyes.
“Wait,” she said. Willy turned and went back to where she stood. She bowed her head, “Feel me,” she said.
“Them ain’t the right fuckin’ words.”
She thought for a moment, “Please, Mister Willy, feel my....feel my cunt.”
“Them ain’t exactly right either but they’ll do.” Sam tossed him the water bottle.
Willy moved close and placed his hand over her crotch. She gasped as he slid his middle finger into it. Her legs trembled. She suppressed a groan. “Damn, baby, I think you could cum again right here tired as you are.” He removed his hand and extending the finger, held it up for Tommy to see. “Look here, boy. Your wife’s still hot and juicy.”
He gave her the bottle. She had trouble holding it with her cuffed hands but with Willy’s help managed to drink, taking long swallows feeling as if she could drink the entire quart. Water dribbled from her mouth and down the front of her tee. Before she’d had enough, Willy took it from her. He motioned toward Tommy with the bottle. “Do
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