Jack released her, letting her crumple to the floor, coughing and gagging around the rubber ball. There was movement behind her. Jack was picking her up again, pushing her up against the sofa while still keeping her ass high in the air. All her senses were confused. She felt him pawing her ass again, spreading the asscheeks while he stuck fingers simultaneously in her asshole and cunt. He sawed them back and forth, fucking her, making her grunt like a stuck pig before yanking them out. She jerked and shivered against the sofa, hoping she would die.

It was then she heard the rasping sound of his zipper going down, then his jeans went down around his ankles.

"Man, good hot ass!"

He had his fingers wrapped around her jutting hipbones, her ass pressed against his hairy groin as he rubbed his prick back and forth over her sweaty asscrack. He was pinching her black and blue, kneading her flesh, then gathering it up into tiny balls and squeezing them between his fingers. When she squealed with pain, he pulled back, pressing his bloated prickhead up against her cunt.

It was a fire Rhonda had never expected to feel! All the pain, all the horror, all the degradation seemed to combine now in a wonderful hot sensation, driving her up the wall as Jack moved in and fucked his eight thick inches of cockmeat into her cunt. She was panting hard, feeling her pussy walls expanding itchily for the fat cockrod. It had been so very, very long since a man had fucked her. And she certainly had never had a man fuck her this way. The ropes slicing into her wrists, the irons chafing her ankles, the collar, the beating everything was adding to her arousal.

"Ugh!" she grunted.

Jack was fucking her harder now, his crotch beating her nearly as savagely as his crop had. Shoving his prick in, pressing his thumbs against the inner curves of her asscheeks, he rode her down, down onto the floor.

"Damn slut! Man, you're good and hot! Christ! I thought I'd fucked 'em all in my life. But shit! You take the cake, baby!"