Leah was still laughing when she went upstairs naked, searching thru the refrigerator for a bottle of chilled pink champagne. For some reason, Nikole had an insatiable lust for the stuff. Leah took the cork in hand, pulling it out as she went back down the staircase. "Travis, I'm back," she announced as she plopped herself down on the bed.
Watching Travis, Leah grasped the bottom of the bottle and with a swift thrust, she rammed the neck of it deep into her hot, sticky pussy. "AAAAAAA!!!" she moaned, raising her legs high into the air while thrusting her ass way up off the bed. The tiny bubbles in the bottle of champagne tickled her slick pussy walls causing moans of delight to drift from her throat. Travis watched with growing hunger as Leah began thrusting the big bottle in and out of her tight little crease. Once she came inside of the bottle, she slowly pulled it out with a slurping, sucking sound.
Leah then stood up, staring at Travis's huge erection. She grabbed it in her hand while holding the bottle of champagne in the other. "Ready for your rape?" she asked him. She took the opening of the bottle, brushing it against his thick tip. "You hurt me this bad when you raped my ass!" Leah said in a hateful voice, trying to ram the tip of his cock into the small opening of the bottle. Of course, it was too huge to fit. Travis was wincing in pain, and his cock shriveled up like a deflated balloon. He looked furious as beads of sweat popped out on his brow. Leah poured some of the champagne over the end of Travis's cock, watching the delicate bubbles tickle his now-limp member. She could hear a shriek escape the dirty boxer gag Travis had stuffed in his mouth.
"You have been so bad, Travis. You are so gonna pay for hurting me. You will never hurt another woman again," Leah said, standing up and going upstairs naked once again, to get her revenge arsenal. She came back with a bunch of stuff she planned to use to torture the now frightened Travis.
As he sat captive in the chair, Leah used the following techniques to have Travis begging for mercy in more ways than one ::: nude whippings, extreme cold and heat (ice cubes against his cock & asshole and rubbing hot chocolate pudding on his nuts), electric shock, torture with feathers, shaving off his body hair (his pubic hair, underarm hair, and the hair on his balls), massaging his privates with Ben-Gay, painting a smiley face on the end of his cock, and placing a hot dog bun on his weenie, smothering it with ketchup and mustard, and eating it off. After she had performed these rituals on Travis, he was one sick, exhausted, and confused dude! His male organ was sore and it possessed a painful rash. Leah was about to leave him then, tied to the chair, knowing his parents would be home soon and find him that way, but she had one more wicked idea. "Serves you right," Leah said, as she pushed the chair over, exposing Travis's ass as he fell over on his side. She spread his tight cheeks apart, reaching for her vibrator. She rammed it far up his ass with no lube, thrusting it in and out just as he had ass-raped her. "How does it feel?!" she sneered, watching him writhe upon the floor.
After awhile she stopped, seeing that he wasn't fighting it anymore. He seemed to be enjoying it. "Asshole!" she quipped, smacking his ass. She left him lying there then, the vibrator right beside him and smeared with his ass juices.
"See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" she said with a grin as she disappeared. She knew she had to get out of there fast, before all hell broke lose. She had decided it was time to go look for some quick and easy sex.
