TEXAS STAR -
BUSHWACKED
(part three)
By Lex Luthor
Her
hands cuffed behind her back, kneeling on the floor, Texas Star wondered how,
in tarnation, she got into this.
Desperate
to escape further assaults on her womanly honor, she had promised—no, offered,
she corrected herself—to suck her captor’s penis, hoping that he would free her
in exchange.
She
had been half-right. Buford unchained his naked prize from her standing
position, only to twist her muscular arms behind her back, and reapply the
handcuffs. “Heroines is dangerous,” Buford said importantly, nodding his
head up and down. “Even if they is tamed,” he added with a chuckle,
slapping her ass. Now her shapely legs could move, but her strong arms
remained immobilized, straining at the cuffs behind her back.
The
beautiful woman knelt before the evil giant who had savagely raped her body,
her hands tied firmly behind, as his gargantuan member waved slowly in the air,
back and forth, before her shocked face. The thing was enormous—as her
torn poontang bore witness—but it looked even bigger close up. She
stared, dumbstruck at his meat, covered with veins, and throbbing with evil
power. There was no way she could fit the whole thing in her mouth.
Worst
was the smell. Repulsed by the stink of his johnson, Texas Star tried not
wretch. It had always been bad; but, since he raped her, the massive tool
was painted with sperm, blood, and cunt. “Sam Houston knows where it’s
been before that,” the southern beauty thought to herself, little knowing about
Buford’s relationship with the heifers, let alone his bathing habits….
Texas
Star primly started to explain the importance of daily hygiene, beginning with
a lecture on hand-washing protocol. Scratching his crewcut, puzzled, a
moronic expression on his face, the big man pulled his captive to her
feet. The sassy heroine congratulated herself on her good horse-sense, as
she thought, now he would comply, at least washing his filthy cock in a
bucket. The barn had to have one of those, she thought, glancing around.
Instead
the monster grabbed her long golden hair, his angry red face inches from hers,
eyes bulging, and drawled with menace, “YOU GONNA SUCK!!!”
“Dagnabit!
I overplayed my hand,” thought Texas Star. She shuddered, as a wave of
cold fear passed through her body. Speaking quickly, she began to
stutter, frantically trying to talk some sense into the giant dimwit.
Buford
swiveled, and his massive fist crashed hard into her muscly stomach. The
wind knocked out of her, her body doubled over. Then, turning, he hit her
jaw with a left uppercut, and the naked beauty saw stars. Her ears
ringing, her gut heaving, the beaten woman staggered wildly across the
barn. She tried to right herself, but her attacker followed, grabbing her
shoulders with both strong hands. Sweeping her legs from under her, he
violently threw her to the ground. Her head spun, and her rapist grabbed
her hair, pulled and pushed the bitch to her knees.
“SHUT
THE FUCK UP!!!” the furious he-man shouted, and he stood before the captive
beauty, his chest heaving, his legs spread, proudly displaying his bitch-tamer,
ready to claim his “reward.”
Texas
Star did not know what to do. She had been raped before—the most horrific
by this bastard—but she had never, never sucked a man’s penis. It just
isn’t something good girls do.
The
insane rapist grabbed her long silky hair, twisting it around his wrists,
pulling out bunches as he yanked, tested his grip, and thrust his big smelly
prick against the shocked lady’s face.
Steeling
herself, the brave woman tried her best, reluctantly touching her flushed cheek
against his throbbing shaft, and, with a nervous gulp, gingerly kissing the tip
of his penis. She gagged at the taste, but forced herself to
continue. Slowly unclenching her teeth, the southern beauty french-kissed
his cock.
“WOO-EEE!!!”
Buford sang with pleasure. His hands stroked her pretty face. Drool
dangled from his chin. He gazed, slack-jawed in wonder, at the defeated
law-woman, their eyes locked, as her tongue caressed the purple helmet.
After
a long while, Buford pulled away, only to renew his attack. Grabbing the
pretty southern bitch by her golden tresses, the he-man smacked his cock
against her stunned face, rubbing his penis in her hair, and smashing his balls
against her mouth. Teeth clenched, eyes rolling, the captive heroine
tried desperately to get away. She shook her head furiously, “NO!!!”
But Buford grabbed her harder, pressing the root of his penis against her
mouth, and forcing her down. “EAT THEM BALLS, BAD BEEYATCH!!!” he coarsely
hollered. Against her will, Texas Star went to work, her hot wet tongue
massaging his big hairy testicles. Eyes blazing, she flushed at the
indignity, forced to suck her captor’s balls, while, all the while, his penis
violated her face.
Buford
grabbed her flaxen hair, tighter and tighter, pulling and jerking, rubbing his
disgusting thing against her. Eyes popping, he tightened his grip, moved
down, and rubbed his giant bitch-tamer against her snarling lips. Like a
madman, he shouted, “TONGUE MY BONE, BAD BEEYATCH!!!” He forced her to
lick the salty shaft. Texas Star ran her tongue up and down and all
around his big, nasty, meaty cock, tasting the juices of her own vagina,
overcome with revulsion.
After
an eternity of humiliation, the bastard finally pulled away. Her naked
body shaking uncontrollably, Texas Star coughed and spat, trying to clear her
mouth of the horrible taste. Then, pulling herself together, she knelt
upright, and glared at her attacker.
“THAT
IS A BITCH FACE!!!” Buford hollered with glee, as his monster cock, now wet
with saliva, swung side to side, before the defiant heroine.
“SUCK
IT!!!” Buford shouted, and he presented the tip to her mouth.
“MISTER,
YOUR THING’S TOO BIG!!!” the southern beauty helplessly pleaded.
Buford
drew his right arm up high and back, paused for a moment, and then smacked her
bitchface, hard, with the flat of his palm, before he savagely backhanded
her. Stunned, Texas Star crashed to the ground. Her face red with
fury and shame, stinging from the blows, she tried to pull her body up, only
for her rapist to drag her roughly to her knees, manhandling the naked blonde
spitfire into position.
Texas
Star gathered herself for the inevitable. Desperately trying to please
him, the blonde beauty began again to tongue the helmet, hoping she could get
her sex-crazed attacker to come quickly—but to no avail. The big man
grabbed her head, pried open her jaw, and forced his penis in her mouth.
Her
eyes wide with shock, shaking her head no, Texas Star choked, red-faced, as the
bastard jammed his disgusting thing deeper and deeper in her mouth, until, with
a savage thrust, he forced it down her throat. The outraged heroine
gagged as Buford throated her. She was losing hope, about to pass out,
when at last the throat-fucking stopped, and he pulled it out, rubbing his
schlong all over her face, as she gasped for air.
“STOP
IT!!!” Texas Star screamed in panic, but the he-man tightened his grip on her
hair, and forced his prick back in her mouth. Then the demented bastard
began to face-fuck her hard, slamming and jerking her head, violently using her
for his pleasure.
“SUCK
IT DOWN, WOMAN!!!” Buford shouted, as the face-fucking continued, until, at
last, he put an end to her ordeal. Her eyes opened wide as he blasted
load after load of hot, gooey, sticky, nasty, foul-tasting sperm into her
mouth, down her throat, and all over her face.
Shocked,
outraged, and humiliated, Texas Star felt sick. No one had ever made her
do such a thing! Her face wrinkled with disgust, as Buford continued to
rub his schlong all over her, painting her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, with
sperm.
Her
breasts heaving, her skin flushed, shaking with rage, the defiant heroine
glared at her attacker. Her hair was crazy, her eyes wild, and her
furious bitchface was splattered with semen.
Grinning
from ear to ear, Buford teased, “THAT WAS GOOD, BIG MOMMA, BUT Y’ALL NEED A BIT
MORE PRACTICE….” Then, to her horror, the big man began again to push his
balls against her mouth, while his dong slapped her face.
Eyes-wide,
Texas Star shook with fear. But then an idea came to her. She
thought quickly, spoke quicker, frantically telling her moronic assailant that
she’d never given a blow job without her hands. Begging, pleading, for
the honor of Texas, to let her please him proper.
At
first the demented farm boy looked skeptical; but, as the naked lady sensuously
described how she would grab and massage his balls, jerk his lovestick, and do
anything he wanted, while she sucked his manhood dry, Buford warmed to the
idea. Giggling with anticipation, he removed her handcuffs.
This
was the opportunity she was waiting for. Kneeling submissively, Texas
Star began to play with Buford’s balls and to jerk his penis. Spreading
his legs, stretching his massive frame, the country boy leaned back, looked
toward heaven, and moaned with pleasure.
The
vengeful heroine saw his guard drop, took a deep breath, and smashed his
testicles. Buford screamed. But his screams turned to whimpers, as
the affronted amazon continued, in fury, to grab, smash and punch his balls,
snarling with hatred as she pulled, twisted, and mutilated the instrument of
her humiliation, until he begged for mercy. After what he done, she would
never recover her dignity, but it was enough.
“THAT’S
WHAT YOU GIT FOR DOIN’ BAD THINGS, YOU POLECAT!!!” Texas Star spat out, her
voice shaking, sperm dripping from her snarling lips, as she snapped the cuffs
on her rapist.