Hit her harder!

CHAPTER THREE

"I have dreamed about this moment," Roberta Jean said.

"You are going to have nightmares about it someday," Tammy Cunningham replied.

Was it Tammy?

Or was it Roberta Jean Richardson's conscience?

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell gripped the buckle end of the belt so tightly that her knuckles were whitened.

The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick then raised her right arm, her whipping arm, slowly over her head, just as if she were deliberately cocking the hammer of an old-fashioned pistol before firing.

Then down came the arm.

Hard.

The black leather strap made an ugly whistling sound, like bombs over London, as it moved through the air.

Crack!

Roberta Jean brought the strap turned whip down across both of Tammy's large tits at the same time.

Roberta Jean Richardson held nothing back. She grunted with her exertion as she brought the belt down.

Roberta Jean was working up a sweat of her own, the steamy sweat caused by the sadistic work she was doing.

The blonde bombshell laughed with delight, baring her teeth as she heard the crack of the leather against flesh.

The truth of the matter was that Tammy heard the sound of the strap biting into her tit flesh a fraction of a second before she felt the pain. It took her terrified nervous-system that long to get the dreadful message to her brain.

Then the pain did strike.

It struck hard.

It bit into the reeling gray matter of Tammy's brain. "OWWWWWWWW!" Tammy Cunningham yelled at the top of her lungs.

The redhead could feel the pain spreading outward from her boobs to affect all of the nerve-endings in her body – with the exception, of course, of those in her hands and feet where Tammy could feel nothing at all.

The redhead could feel the pain spreading to envelope her.

The pain spread just as the pleasure of an orgasm would have.

The belt had come down across Tammy Cunningham's left nipple very hard – and this seemed to Tammy to be the point at which her pain was most severe. She looked down at that nipple and she could see that the nipple was swelling grossly.

The nipple was beginning to discolor.

It was turning purple.

Tammy Cunningham correctly assumed that the entire front side of her body was going to be black and blue by the time Roberta Jean Richardson stopped whipping her.

Crack!

Whack!

Smack!

Crack!

Roberta Jean was careful not to bring the whip down in the same place twice. This would have been a bloody waste of time as far as the blonde bombshell was concerned. Roberta Jean Richardson knew that Tammy's nerve-endings were being numbed and deadened by each blow, and she saw no point in striking the redhead somewhere were the bitchy redhead could no longer feel it. The tall and muscular blonde bombshell concentrated on striking the other nipple, so that both of Tammy Cunningham's feminine erections at the tips of her knockers were grossly swollen.

Tammy tried not to scream out with pain. Tammy Cunningham did not want Roberta Jean Richardson to have the satisfaction of knowing how much she was hurting her.

The recently rendered submissive redhead bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out anymore. But it was no use. Tammy could tell that her efforts to keep her screams inside were inevitably going to be in vain.

Crack!

Whack!

Smack!

Crack!

Roberta Jean whipped the cleavage at the tops of Tammy's tits, the y-shaped cleft just below Tammy's rather slender neck.

Roberta Jean whipped at the base of Tammy's tits, and at the base of her slightly protruding ribcage.

The blonde bombshell was determined to keep whipping the redhead until her arm became tired with the exertion of her thoroughly sadistic abuse.

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell was going to whip Tammy Cunningham until she became bored with this form of abuse. The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick had more in store for Tammy.

Much more.

The worst was Still yet to come for the bound woman.

Roberta Jean began to strike the flat plain of Tammy's stomach with the black leather belt. She struck above the redhead's dimpled and concave bellybutton, then below the navel, at Tammy Cunningham's soft underbelly. The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel the belt digging into her abdomen.

Her loins.

It was at this point, as the leather burned into her loins, that Tammy Cunningham could no longer hold her screams inside. She stopped biting her lower lip.

Tammy had been biting her lower lip so hard that her upper tooth had come close to popping through the puffy flesh.

The pain from the whipping was so severe that Tammy Cunningham all but forgot the egg-sized knot on the back of her head from where she had smacked her head against the pavement outside THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWUNG LANES.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, stop. Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I cannot take it anymore. I cannot take the pain anymore! You are making my entire body hurt! You are making my whole fucking body hurt! You are killing me. Roberta Jean! Roberta Jean! You are killing me with the motherfucking whip! You are killing me with the motherfucking whip! I cannot take it anymore!Please! Please! Please! Stop it! For God's sake, can't you see that you are killing me! Owwwwwww!" Tammy screamed.

This outburst of hysterical screaming only made Roberta Jean Richardson want to hurt her bound nemesis that much worse.

Like a baseball pitcher who was in a jam, Roberta Jean reached back for something extra and really let Tammy have it, striking again and again into the redhead's loins.

Crack!

Whack!

Smack!

Crack!

Great big tears were welling in Roberta Jean's sworn enemy's eyes. Those tears spilling out of Tammy's eyes and began to roll down her face. Her nose was running.

The redhead was drooling slippery spittle onto her chin.

Tammy could tell that her face was being stained by the tracks of her tears as they dripped down over her dirty cheeks and bruised cheekbones. Tammy Cunningham could feel her tears dripping all the way down to the corners of her mouth. Those rivulets of saltwater worked their way right into Tammy's mouth and eventually onto her tongue.

They tasted bitter.

Tammy Cunningham's tears tasted as if they had been tainted and poisoned by her unadulterated despair.

Her terror.

Her pain.

The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel her eyes swelling because of the tears she was spilling.

She was tossing her head from side to side more enthusiastically than ever. Her eyes became so swollen that Tammy Cunningham was shocked to find that she could only blink with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.

The insides of Tammy Cunningham's eyelids felt as if they had magically and suddenly been transformed into a particularly rough variety of sandpaper.

Crack!

Whack!

Smack!

Crack!

Roberta Jean began to whip at the insides of Tammy's bound-open thighs, where the nerve-endings were clustered particularly densely. Roberta Jean Richardson was whipping one of Tammy Cunningham's most hypersensitive regions.

Again, Roberta Jean was careful not to whip Tammy twice in the same place. She whipped the right inner thighs and then the left inner thigh – and then the right inner thigh once again. She whipped the fronts of the thighs and then Tammy's shins. Roberta Jean Richardson even whipped at the tops of Tammy's feet.

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell's arm was starting to get tired. The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick could feel herself getting bored with this form of abuse. Roberta Jean could see that the entire front side of Tammy's body was striped with the welts the whip had raised.

Just to be cruel, more psychologically than physically, Roberta Jean decided to whip Tammy Cunningham's tits a little more, concentrating the force of her blows on the redhead's already grossly swollen nipples. Tammy could tell that the icy sweat of her fear and pain had a different odor that the hot and steamy sweat of her exertion. Tammy Cunningham found that the cold sweat that was oozing from each and every one of her pores at that moment had the bitter and almondy scent of the devil. The recently rendered submissive redhead remembered what the blonde had said about being the mistress of Satan himself. Roberta Jean's sworn enemy could not help but think that Roberta Jean Richardson was telling the truth when she spoke those words.

Crack!

Whack!

Smack!

Crack!

Roberta Jean laughed.

Tammy's cries of pain were no longer as loud as before.

She was weak from the beating. Indeed, the redhead was exhausted from the abuse she had already had received.

Tammy Cunningham thought that she might pass out at any second from the extent of the pain she was suffering.

There was a part of the redhead that wanted to pass out.

She knew that there was no pain in her unconscious world.

Still, there was a bigger part of Tammy Cunningham that thought that she should stay awake – that she should stay awake at all costs. Tammy couldn't help but fear that, if she passed out into a blissful sleep, that this would be a sleep from which she would never wake.

Roberta Jean stopped whipping. The blonde bombshell tossed the black leather belt carelessly aside.

Roberta Jean did not even bother to turn her head to see where the belt went. Tammy, however, could hear the beltbuckle scuttling its way across the bare wood floor of Roberta Jean's bedroom into the far corner, into the corner furthest from the doorway.

"Now comes the real torture!" Roberta Jean Richardson said.

"What, what are you going to do to me now, Roberta Jean?"

"I am going to fuck that sluttish pink pussy of yours."

"Fuck me? How are you going to do that? You have no cock."

"Who said that I was going to use a cock?" the blonde said.

"You, you are going to use a dildo on my pussy?" the redhead inquired curiously Tammy Cunningham blinked some of the tears out of her eyes and the insides of her eyelids felt as rough as ever.

"Then what are you going to use?" Tammy Cunningham asked.

"I am going to fuck your cunt with my whole fist!"

"No!"

"Oh yes," Roberta Jean Richardson said calmly. The blonde turned up one corner of her mouth to form a half-smile of self-amusement.

"But, but, but, you will, you will rip me apart!"

"Maybe."

"You are going to make it so I can't have no babies!"

"No man was ever going to want to fuck you anyway!"

"Ohhhhhhh," Tammy Cunningham moaned with complete despair.

Roberta Jean went into the kitchen where she found the latex gloves she wore to wash the dishes.

She returned to the bedroom and threw the gloves onto the bed so that they landed, partially on top of one another, in between Tammy's bound open thighs.

"What are those for?" Tammy Cunningham inquired, her voice shivering with fright.

"You don't think I want to touch your cunt do you?"

"Why not?" Tammy Cunningham asked. It seemed an absurd question to the redhead the second she heard it come out of her mouth. What the fuck did it matter?

"Shit, your cunt is rancid, bitch. I would get a stink on my fingers from fisting you that I wouldn't fucking be able to wash off for a month," the blonde said.

Roberta Jean left the room once again, this time to go to the bathroom, where she found a jar of petroleum jelly in her medicine cabinet. Roberta Jean Richardson correctly assumed that Tammy Cunningham's pussy was not going to lubricate itself for the fist-fucking she was about to receive, so Roberta Jean fetched a little something to help her fist slip in and out of Tammy's poontang.

Roberta Jean put the right latex glove on only. The blonde used her left hand to flick the metallic cap off the can of petroleum jelly.

Roberta Jean Richardson then scooped her gloved fingertips into the jar of jelly, pulling out a big glob.

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell was standing at the foot of the bed, jack-knifed at the waist.

As Roberta Jean leaned forward with her head her long blonde hair dangled downward. In this position Roberta Jean's tits looked even larger than usual because the force was gravity was in their favor.

Roberta Jean slapped the jelly onto the bound woman's quim and rubbed the stuff up and down the entire length of the gash.

"That feel good?"

"No."

"Fuck you, cunt."

"Fuck yourself."

"Be nice, bitch, or I'll shove my fist into you until I am in to my fucking elbow!" Roberta Jean said.

"Try it!"

"Oh, I will, Tammy, I will," Roberta Jean exclaimed.

Roberta Jean rubbed her greasy fingertips up and down the outer lips of Tammy Cunningham's pussy, touching her clit a little. The recently rendered submissive redhead was too frightened, and in too much pain, to feel any physical pleasure from these caresses. Roberta Jean had been right about one thing. Tammy Cunningham's pussy was not even beginning to lubricate itself.

Roberta Jean rubbed her greased fingertips up and down the entire length of Tammy Cunningham's poontang in between her inner cunt lips and her outer labia.

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell then rubbed ever-so-lightly, indeed almost sensuously, at the outermost edges of Tammy Cunningham's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.

The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick then turned her right palm upward, toward the ceiling of her bedroom.

Roberta Jean pushed her middle finger up inside Tammy's pussy.

"You don't feel very tight down there," Roberta Jean said.

Tammy Cunningham said nothing.

"You don't feel like you would be much of a fuck!"

Tammy Cunningham again remained completely silent.

"You feel too loose to pleasure a man's cock," Roberta Jean said.

Tammy grimaced with the blonde's insulting rhetoric.

"You feel like you are already stretched in your pussy."

Tammy decided that this was no time to mouth off.

"You feel like you will take my fist with ease!" Roberta Jean said.

Tammy Cunningham knew that this was not true. Her muscles were so tensed and tight that the redhead could tell that it was going to hurt like hell taking Roberta Jean Richardson's fist inside her cooze.

Roberta Jean pushed her middle finger, her longest finger, up inside Tammy's cunt as far as it would go.

She pushed way up under the base of Tammy's pubic bone. She pushed until Tammy's inner cunt lips were gripping her finger at the third knuckle.

She bent that finger at the knuckle and rubbed at the spongy roof of Tammy Cunningham's inner pussy.

Roberta Jean found Tammy's cervix with the tip of her middle finger – the dimpled mouth of the redhead's womb.

Roberta Jean Richardson pressed against that spot so hard that she brought fresh tears to Tammy's eyes.

The tall and muscular blonde bombshell then added her forefinger to the seemingly impossible penetration effort.

She worked her middle finger and her forefinger in and out of Tammy's pussy, holding them side by side.

Tammy had to admit – at least to herself – that this felt pretty good. Her body was reacting with pleasure in spite of the signals her brain was giving out.

Roberta Jean then pushed her ring finger, her third finger, into Tammy Cunningham's pink poontang.

Roberta Jean clustered those three fingers very close to one another as she worked them in and out slowly.

Roberta Jean clustered her fingers together so that their latex-covered tips formed the corners of a small triangle.

Roberta Jean Richardson twisted her fingers as she worked them in and out, pushing at the top of the tunnel.

The top of the tunnel, causing the clitoral foreskin to work back and forth across Tammy Cunningham's little man in the boat.

And then and the sides of the tunnel. Roberta Jean Richardson, in this fashion, was stretching the muscles at the sides of Tammy's vulva in every possible direction.

Roberta Jean then worked her pinky into Tammy's pussy, along with the other three fingers.

Now the blonde had her four penetrating digits clustered together so that their tips formed the corners of a small square.

Roberta Jean hollowed her right palm. She placed the tip of her thumb precisely against the center of her palm. She moved one foot behind the other and straightened her right arm so that it was locked tight at the elbow. Roberta Jean adjusted her feet on the floor of the bedroom so that she would have perfect balance.

Roberta Jean Richardson raised her right shoulder a little bit so that she would be able to get the entire weight of her upper torso behind the seemingly impossible penetration effort. Then she began to push.

Because of her fear and pain, Tammy could feel her sense of time and space being warped severely.

She felt everything being registered by the reeling gray matter of her brain with a dreamlike quality.

A nightmare-like quality, to be more precise. Tammy Cunningham felt as if she were trapped inside a bad dream.

A horror movie.

Tammy Cunningham felt as if she were bound in the torture chamber of a cinematic villain – a masked sadist.

The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel her sense of time being all but shattered by her fear and pain.

Each second felt like a minute. Each minute felt like an hour.

Roberta Jean clenched her back teeth together hard as she began to push her whole hand against the mouth of Tammy's fuck hole.

Tammy Cunningham tried desperately to relax the muscles at the sides of her vulva so that Roberta Jean's whole hand would be able to fit inside her pussy while causing her a minimum of pain.

Tammy began to feel as if Roberta Jean were attempting something that was physically impossible – like putting a square peg in a round hole.

Tammy then felt those muscles at the sides of her pussy stretching further than they had ever stretched before. Tammy Cunningham could feel the sides of her cunt parting further than she would have thought possible.

It hurt.

It hurt like hell!

Roberta Jean watched with wide eyes as her hand disappeared inside Tammy Cunningham's greased cunt.

Tammy's pussy opened furthest of all as Roberta Jean's knuckles worked their way past the inner labia.

Tammy Cunningham's inner poontang lips were actually allowed to close a little around Roberta Jean's wrist.

Yes, Roberta Jean's entire hand had managed to push inside. Incredible – but true.

Of course, Roberta Jean's fingers were still straight inside Tammy Cunningham's greased poon tang.

She had yet to make a fist.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Roberta Jean Richardson said with a sigh.

"Owwwwwwwwww," Tammy Cunningham cried in a shrill voice.

"There, there, there, it's only my whole fucking HAND!"

"You are hurting me! You are hurting me so fucking bad!"

"You don't seem to understand. That's the whole point!"

"You are ripping me. I can feel you ripping me," Tammy screamed.

Roberta Jean looked carefully at the pussy. She didn't see any blood. Maybe she was ripping inside, Roberta Jean figured. She wouldn't know whether or not that was true until she pulled the gloved hand back out of the loud-mouthed redhead's quivering and grossly stretched quim.

A few seconds after her whole gloved hand disappeared inside Tammy's cunt, Roberta Jean began to close her fingers – and she did not stop closing her fingers until she was making a tight fist inside Tammy Cunningham's suddenly pungent poontang.

Roberta Jean could smell a rich womanly smell wafting up toward her flaring nostrils from between Tammy's forced open thighs.

Roberta Jean Richardson began to twist her fist around inside Tammy Cunningham's cunt, causing fresh tears to stream down the sides of the redhead's face.

The tears were following the tracks made by previous tears. There were lines across Tammy's face where those rivulets of despair-laded saltwater had cut through the dirt on Tammy's face, the dirt that was there because of the fight Tammy had lost inside and outside THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWLING LANES.

Roberta Jean Richardson began to twist her fist around inside Tammy Cunningham's cunt, working her arm up and down.

From side to side.

Then Roberta Jean did something so cruel and so sadistic that the blonde Amazon woman had trouble believing it herself.

While keeping her fist clenched she pulled it all the way out of Tammy Cunningham's poontang. Sure enough, there was blood on the rubber glove. Roberta Jean then punched her fist back inside the pussy.

She pulled out.

Punched back in.

Pulled out.

Punched in.

Roberta Jean did not stop this in and out fist-fucking motion until Tammy Cunningham passed out from the pain.