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Chapter Eight

Christabel came continuously. Fountains of foam frothed over her fecund froufrou. Mount Venus ran with rivulets of cuntjuices into the dank delta of the fertile crescent.

Yancey tipped the nib of his penis from Christabel's quim. The glans was festooned with cuntcome from the crown to the root. Now that he was lubed, Yancey planned the next moves.

He'd break it to her gently.

Then get tough.

After Christabel was all juiced up from forcefucked bitchrut, Yancey would Frenchfuck Christabel. Give her hell.

Christabel's nakedness whipped, warped over the sides of his fountain. Climax to the ritual of belted bitchbinding. The ultimate kindness.

For Christabel wanted to reign as cuntqueen of belts. Mistress of welts.

And she evidently thought she should be so honored for the sake of her wild beauty and ravening fucksuck alone.

But vain novices like Christabel had a lot to learn. One wasn't simply bestowed the belt in accord with one's whim.

That prize had to be earned.

"What do you mean-earn?" Christabel said, shedding her final wash of orgasmic sweat.

"I mean, I thought I could buy one. You know-figured I'd have to bargain a little bit and all that-"

"Shut your fucking trap," Belladonna said. She slugged Christabel upside the head with a sap.

"No problem there," Christabel said.

"I got plenty mazuma. You got the belts."

Wap!

Belladonna gave another slap as Christabel fought back.

"Ow!"

Belladonna jammed Christabel's lower jaw upward. Choppers clinked.

Christabel's eyes squinted.

Blinked.

Tears slinked down the sides of her facecheeks.

"Got the bit, Buster?" Belladonna blared.

"This beast needs to be muzzled. Bridled."

She turned to Christabel.

Sneered.

"Hope you're not scared."

"What is this?" Christabel brayed.

Buster shoved his thumb and fingers between Christabel's jaws. Broke the clench of her lip. Slid the metal tongue between her teeth.

"There, there," Lucrezia said, patting Christabel's sweat-strewn flanks.

She gave Christabel's pussyfuzz a yank.

"Nnh."

Tore hair out in hanks.

"Thanks."

Dominique took a tittie.

Gave it a crank.

"Agha!"

Lucrezia held Christabel by her mane. Dorrtinique reined Christabel's head lower, working the bridle.

Meanwhile, the men were not idle.

Buster bit Belladonna.

Yancey was on her.

"Give me some hump," Christabel sniggered through her bridled muzzle. Dominique pushed her pussy into Christabel's face. Christabel champed at the bit. Yammered upon Dominique's clit.

Churlish lips snarled. Tongue lassoed lassie lace layered over labia.

Christabel's asterisk itched. Oral appendage apprehended Christabel's hinders. Lucrezia trimmed the brim with lizard tail limn. Stretched out the crinkled wrinkle like a rubber rim.

Lucrezia licked liquid circles about Christabel's bickering asshole. Anus opened wide like the eye of a fish. Ampersand twitched as tongue slid in.

"Mouth-to-ass resuscitation," Christabel chewed.

"I always thought women having sex with women was about as sick as you could get."

"It is," Belladonna assured, in the midst of being skewered.

"But I always say that good sex is like good food."

Christabel giggled.

"Oh, puke me out, filly. Why doncha pass me the barfbag while I gag?"

"That's right, you slit-smothered cut-mad snit," Belladonna upchucked.

"The most refined culinary delicacies of the world make commoners vomit. Exquisite sex is the same thing."

Fresh from Belladonna's ass, Yancey closed in fast.

"Speaking of which-" he said as Christabel threw a fist. Yancey slapped Christabel's head with coiled garotte. Cropped the line of her jaw with the side of his palm. Slipped the bit and bridle from her jowl.

He searched her eyes for emotion.

Found not a trace.

Christabel spat in his face.

"Frisky," he said.

Christabel dove again into the foaming surf.

Muff-dove in droves of wavy fur.

Freed from the restraint of the bit, Christabel was ready to feed indeed.

"Time for the next course," Yancey chuckled.

He tapped the throbbing crown of his King Kong dingdong.

Then could not resist hanging his banger for a few more ruts in Belladonna's bum.

"Ngh. Eaugh. Unh."

Yancey next yanked his twanger from between Belladonna's buns. Dingdong gleaming, teeming with the dense blood of erection.

He waved his kingly scepter by the corona.

Ogle-eyed Christabel's maw at work.

Mincing womanflesh.

Salivating on the slick seam between Dominique's spattering jimjam and yawning blowhole.

Wriggling her fanny as Lucrezia reamed her with twisted fingers. Christabel cackled, asscrack corked by packed phalanges.

Lips loaded with blubbering labia.

"Anybody here want a belt?" Yancey drawled. Somebody say something about a belt?"

Christabel went fuckblind.

Whiteness pervaded her sight. Rush of orgasmic blood coursed through her ears like the swoon of a waterfall. If she got the belt-any belt, she now felt-she'd have it all.

Buster bounded by with his arms wrapped in serpentines of twisted leather twine, beads, chased silver, brass, amethyst, and jade. He raised his wrists above his face.

The belts dangled from his fists.

Strands of precious beads slinking, Dominique unwound the belt of Ixtab from Buster's left shoulder. She draped it diagonally through the center vale of her boobs.

Plopped a jade bead into her yip.

Lucrezia lofted the shining belt of Ixchel from Buster's outstretched hand.

Placed the bejeweled ornamentation of the buckle over her beaver pelt.

Pressed in rudely to nip her clit.

Dominique swung the cat-of-many-tailed garotte belt about her head. Pitched it in a wobbling arc through the air. Belladonna snatched it on her fingernails and brought it to her breast.

Lucrezia unsnared the rainbow cinch from her waist. Placed it at the base of Yancey's blazing pecker. Yancey ran the ridged leather up over his rippled belly. Probed his batlocks and prowler with his paws.

Brought the barrel of his doug in line with Christabel's jaws.

Paused.

Aimed his twanger at her maw.

Ooooohs.

Aaaaahs.

"Oila!"

"Gee," Christabel snarled.

"This is fun, so far. What's next?"

Belladonna stuck a reefer into the side of her yip and bit down on it.

Took a hit.

Stalked toward Christabel.

Sidled beside her.

Snapped the cindering stick from her yap.

Pressed the roach out on her tit.

"Shit!"

Fuming flesh.

Inflamed nipple.

Burning soul.

"You gotta do more than fuck for it, Christabel.

"Belladonna," Christabel said with astonishment.

"You set this whole fucking thing up, didn't you? You sent me off on a goosechase to Casanegra to make contact with these depraved motherfuckers. Supposedly in order to lead me to Florencita and Chivito-and the belt."

"No shit, Dick Tracy," Belladonna snickered.

"Then you fucked it around so that Chivito pulled a raid and-"

"Well, Christabel. After all the work I put into this caper. I must admit, however, that the research I did for you at the request of Doctor Sandor Kroughleigh first gave me the idea-the least! could do was put you onto the right trail-"

"You diverted me. Went straight to the source. Devil-damned cuntsucking fatherfucking muttrutbitch."

"Besides. I figured that if you were a good girl you might get a taste of the other famed lash from our friend Yancey."

Christabel pressed her tongue against her front teeth. She parted her lips.

Sent a stream of saliva through the air like a viper shooting venom.

Sputum glanced off Belladonna's eyeslits. Spittle sprinkled her nostrils.

Belladonna licked Christabel's spit from her lips.

Spat right back.

Smack in the yap.

"How do you like that?"

"Just give me the belt."

"Say, pretty please. Or else I'll just tease."

"I won't."

"Then I won't."

"But you want to. You want to give it to me so hard you can't stand it. Both you and Yancey have those fucking belts. And you brought me here so you could fuck me with them."

"We'll see. Just how far can you go? You might think you've come a long way, baby. Well, you've got many rivers run across before you deserve to possess one of these things."

"Give her the Ixtab, Belladonna?" Yancey said.

"Or start with the rainbow dance?"

"I think I'll go first," Belladonna said.

Smirk nicked the corners of her mouth.

She strung the belt out.

Separated its strands.

Wet them in her maw.

Christabel gaped in awe.

Belladonna wafted a bone dart with gemstone tip that dangled from one of the belt's beaded strands. Lanced into the gap of Christabel's snatch.

She was next at Christabel with her thumbs. Another strand of the stranglecord was wadded up Christabel's bum.

Christabel's fanny burped on over each bead as Belladonna threaded the length deeper into Christabel's innards.

Belladonna shivered as the yummy asshole rubbed squeakily over her thumbs.

She popped her digits from Christabel's pooper and applied them to her lips. Slicked the fingers, dipped them into her own slit.

Hit her mitts over Christabel's tits.

Belladonna inserted her fetid fingers into Christabel's maw. Felt the movement of jaw. Pressed in with her paw.

Scraped tongue with her claws.

Curled her phalanges.

Pistoned her wrist.

Fucked Christabel's mouth with her fist.

Christabel yelped for help.

Spasmed her knees to her titties.

Flared her gains in a split.

Twisted off her own tits.

Crippled her clit with her fist.

Opened her labia and pissed.

"Aiiiii!"

Christabel spun out on the edge of fear.

The terror of terra incognita loomed about her. This land of the unknown climax was about to become Christabel's lair.

Was she prepared?

Would she dare?

Christabel's limbs flailed maniacally.

Spastic lips pulled like a puppy as Belladonna withdrew her fist.

Joined the other woman in the midst of piss.

They kissed in the golden blissmist.

"Na-na-na-na-na!"

Christabel kicked out sideways.

Frictioning herself against the torsion of Belladonna's twisting form.

Christabel worked her hips. Felt the beaded belt wrenching her bum from within.

Felt the belt's dangling dong fucking her froufrou as though moved by its own volition.

To get the good stuff in deeper, Christabel adjusted her position.

Mentally assessed her condition.

Then convulsed in erotic laughter.

Spattering spittle sprinkled the air. Christabel cackled a stream of pure alcoholic opiated puke over her tilted face.

The stomach syrup ran up into her slick tresses. She lapped about her mouth with her tongue.

Tasting it.

Basting her face with it.

"Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya."

Christabel jibbered with all lips.

Metallic rutsweat slimed from her armpits.

Snot gobbed from her nostrils. Hung in thickly wattled, sinuous strands

"Uh huh!"

Orgasmic gases eructed from her. Evacuating in jets from her crackling orifices.

"Eeeaughrph," she belched.

"Pardon me, geeks," she bleated.

"Toot! toot!" she blew through her blowhole.

"This is the Chattanooga choo-choo,"she sang.

"Poot! Poot!" she rang.

"All aboard, gang. Pull this doilbaby's train. It's twine time in the nymphette slime."

"Don't worry, honey," Belladonna breathed. "Your train has arrived just on time."

She gave Christabel's facecheeks a smooch.

Frigged through her furry froufrou fruit.

Then leapt, straddling Christabel's face.

Squalls of comecurds blew through her belly.

Fell like jelly from Christabel's chin as Belladonna pumped her clit hard.

Forced her cunthairs-bristling, barbed-over Christabel's face.

She spoke as she took poke after poke at Christabel's maw. Fucking her jaw.

"You know that Ixtab's belt was a tool of the trade for Maya assassins. Its many strands included a bridle and a bit. A dildo. Assorted whips. A noose. A sap. Garotte. Quite handy for the imaginative. Wouldn't you worship a belt like that? Well, some people did. Some still do."

Yancey finished his cigarette. Braced his haunch with a few isometric tightening exercises to his abdomen and gluteus.

Lit up another fag and watched for another second as Christabel suckered Belladonna's pussy, clitoral area freshly depilated of pubes.

Lubed labia slid over her chin.

Cuntlips lapped mouthlips.

Clit kissed facecheek.

"Time for that Frenchfuck," Yancey said matter of factly. He sneered feathers of cigarette smoke through his nostrils.

Snorted wetly.

"Yahoo!"

Yancey slapped his flanks.

Took off at a gallop.

Belladonna skittered aside just in time.

Yancey flew through the air in a glide.

Sat astride Christabel's hide with a flying mount.

Posted his pecker back and forth.

Dug his thighs into Christabel's side.

Yancey whinnied like a horse as he rode high in the saddle between her boobs.

He humped his hinders over the glowing cinders of her nips. Paps hard as bullets.

Nippletips hot as coals.

Yancey's rump rolled over the breasts. Rocking slowly along her chest.

His asshole kissed Christabel's ribcage as he completed the downstroke of his fuck.

Then smacked off her chest as Yancey initiated forward rut.

The penis penetrated Christabel's lips as Yancey shimmied his hips.

Swaying curved pecker from side to side. Taking her tongue along for the ride.

Christabel sighed.

Yancey neighed.

Rubbing his testicles through her titflesh.

Running his dong in between.

Tip of the twanger tickling her tonsils on the upstroke. Wiping his scrotum on her jowls.

Grinning as Christabel came off in howls.

Beads wrestling within her bowels.

Cock-and-balls jostling her jowls.

Yancey popped one peeper wide open. Clenched the other eyesocket with an alligator snap. Great tongue slathered out from inflated cheeks.

The come crackled in his balisac.

He stripped the belt from his waist. Smacked Christabel with it in the face to give her a taste.

Oiled leather licked her chops.

Gemstones popped her in the jaw.

"Neeeeeaugh!"

Yancey's ballocks bloomed large.

Nougats clinked together like castanets.

Nutsac drew up in a knot.

Brewing jissom, good and hot.

The yeasty slime was off in a flash.

A mad dash for the flesh.

Screaming spermlets streamed at accelerating speed. Semen teemed toward the tip.

Yancey threw a quick rut.

Ejected j issom through the ducts.

The belt tore across Christabel's tits. Tearing tips of nipple.

Searing the beastflesh to oblivion.

Skittering jizz snaggled forth from Yancey's pecker in a syrupy loop.

Goop glopped upon Christabel's jaw. Yancey candied Christabel's bosom with randy curds of sour-milk cockcome.

Scattered sparkling seed in circles about her nips. Icing the cupcake tits to perfection.

Another gorge of shimmering prickjuice shot upon Christabel's piled pair of melonballs. Creamed breastmeat, savory and firm.

A wadded chunk of grime smacked Christabel between the eyes.

The jizzbomb exploded.

Trimming her eyebrows and tresses with a silken blessing of scintillating joyjam.

A wave of come broke against her brow like the surf upon a beach at sunset.

Christabel gnawed the air.

"The-the-belt."

Yancey held the leather aloft.

Belladonna drew the dildo from Christabel's quim.. Gash gushed forth goo.

The snatch stew streamed over Christabel's jabbering anus as Belladonna pulled the beaded strand from Christabel's bung.

Bead by bead-orgasm by orgasm.

Christabel shook her head.

"Enough said."

Belladonna drew the beaded belt across Christabel's molten ass. Lifted it. Crashed it down on Christabel's flaming hinders.

Yancey wiped his dangling dong off in Christabel's chattering lips.

He shook his hips.

Uncoiled his belt.

Whipped it against Christabel's flesh without warning. Drawing up a line of welts.

"More?" he said.

Christabel nodded.

Face to face with the flailing snake. Serpentine belt scaling her gaze. Dragon's tail trailing across her tender spots.

Rain of belts upon Christabel's pelt. Wide welts belting her hide like banded cat stripes. Christabel felt herself at ease. Peaceful. Pleased.

Brain sane.

Nympho beast tamed.

Until Christabel got the bitch itch again. That hunger for the relentless rut. Taste for the supersuck. Off once again in quest of cosmic orgasmic vortex. Her mission to take the fuck toward another universe of sexual oblivion.

Christabel might start with something tart. Something rude. Newer, lewder, cruder kicks than this.

Penetrating warmth consumed Christabel as she observed Buster kneeling in the fountain. Dominique pissed between his lips while wielding a whip. He tweaked the clitoris of Lucrezia, who clipped him with a riding crop as she spewed pizzle from between her labia. Buster was a satyr brought to order by whips and drips.

Bulbs of ballocks were bruited abcut like a sack of marbles as Yancey weaved his hips. Shinnied up Christabel's body from where he straddled her hips. To center his asshole over her tits.

He bounced his buns from one erect nipple to the other. Dardike nippletips dug into firm fannyflesh. Pinched into ogling anus.

Sack of stones swung low. Bandied her mumbling mouthlips. Mashed into her eyes.

Asshole oinked, propelled outward by pulsing pump of rump. Penis pounced, propulsion supplied by rumbling thigh as Yancey's fanny trampolined off her knockers.

Christabel witnessed Yancey whip his wanger into Belladonna's snatch as Belladonna, neck twisted in a garotte, hawked Buster's dong in her chops.

Then Yancoy yanked his yammering hammer from Belladonna's haunch. Wrenched the wench's body into a pretzel.

Pierced her rosebud rump with a thump.

Began to pump the fundament.

Buster balled Belladonna's mouth.

Took his pecker out.

Shook it by the snout.

Pellets of jissom sprinkled the air. Nacreous knobs of jizz fizzed in the sunlight.

Bright balls of scum rolled over Belladonna's shoulders. Goo glided between her knockers.

Belladonna's eyelids were glued shut by the milky slime. She batted her clotted eyelashes. Jissom splashed into her peepers.

Belladonna jacked Buster's pecker back up to fullness as Yancey gunned the throttle of his munch in her haunch.

Buster was next delving his dingdong within Belladonna's slavering snatch.

Whilst Yancey continued cavorting in her rump. Christabel thought back to-not so very long ago, though it seemed like ages-when she was but a sylphlike gamine nymphette.

One of her early stages.

Never had a cock in her yet. Never ever would have considered sucking a clit. Let alone sipping piss after asshole dinner.

Those days were gone.

Christabel was reborn.