"Well, you know how these prick teasing whores are," Glen said, sending a kick into Amy's rounded ass cheeks that crumpled her into a gasping, crying heap. "When you start giving it to them, they have to go the whole trip."
"No!" Amy cried. With a sudden act of will she'd never have believed she possessed, she forced herself to her feet. Pain flared through her from a million different directions. "I don't deserve this and I don't want it! I don't!"
But Barry was right her cunt was juicing again. As Amy ran limping back toward the living room, she felt her cunt tighten with excitement. Her cousin and his friend were torturing her to death, she thought miserably, and she was about to have an orgasm.
Amy hobbled forward, finding it even harder now that the bar between her legs had been lengthened. She didn't fool herself this time with thoughts of escape. They were going to catch her, and when they did they were going to abuse her with the shock sticks again.
She reached the front door, sensing someone right behind her, and grabbed hold of the doorknob. If she could throw the door open and scream, someone might see her and come to her aid. Amy didn't care anymore if the whole world found out what had happened, if her marriage was ruined. She just wanted to escape from the agony and bondage her cousin was forcing on her, and from the depraved pleasure that somehow came with it.
Glen was right behind her, but instead of pouncing on her he went down to his knees, and Amy wondered what he was trying to do. When she saw what he had in mind she tried to scream, but she didn't have time before the worst pain she'd felt in her young life tore through her aching, exhausted body.
"Bang, bitch!" Glen shouted. "You're dead!"
He drove his electric prod straight up between Amy's outspread, quivering legs and planted the tip firmly against the lips of her cunt.
Amy screamed loud and long, her body going into violent spasms as electricity coursed through her. She quaked uncontrollably, unable to pull her hands off the metal doorknob.
Amy danced wildly as Glen drove the electric prod higher and higher into her, new sweat gleaming like oil on her lithe, shuddering body. Her pussy was ablaze. The burning agony was almost enough to make Amy pass out. The high charge of electricity caused her to do a wild, spastic dance of agony. She felt her pussy lips clamp tightly about the tip of the prod.
"Now she's getting it," Glen said tensely. He was sweating too, his cock standing out from his body like a spear. He'd never been this turned on in his life. "Now the scummy little bitch is getting just what she deserves."
Amy heard her cousin's words, but she couldn't react to them. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her long black hair splashing back to drape over the man who was causing her this agony. Her mouth hung limply open and drool was sliding out of it to wet her cheeks and chin. Her teeth clicked together constantly with the continuous shocks. She'd already bitten her tongue several times.
"Fuck the slut with it!" Barry whispered. "Fuck her stinking cunt to pieces with it."
"She'll just get off," Glen replied, driving another agonizing inch of the shock stick into her twitching pussy. "She's already creaming all over the fucker. She'll probably short it out."
The electric prod was even bigger around than Glen's cock. It was causing her pussy lips to stretch wide and her flat tummy to bulge as he rammed it farther inside her. Amy had thought that her cunt would go numb from so much pain, but instead the agony was growing worse with each passing second. Glen was driving the killing electricity into new, more sensitive areas of her pussy, spots deeper and deeper inside her cunt.
"Here, bitch," Barry said, bringing his shock stick up toward her face. "Do a double on these babies."
Barry pressed his electric prod right against Amy's lips, and she screamed again as new pain flared through her. Her head began to pound. Her whole body was vibrating now, shimmying like an overworked engine. Amy's mind went blank as the white flare of electricity smashed through her body from another direction. And then the prod in her pussy touched her clit and Amy went completely insane.
"Shit!" Barry said, forcing a couple of inches of his shock stick into Amy's limply open mouth. "Look at the bitch wiggle! Look at the scummy little bitch get into it!"
"Skuzzy cunt," Glen replied, working the awful prod in circles inside Amy's spasming cunt. "That's the way she should always be moving. Shaking those tits and that all like this."
Amy was having a fit under the torture the two men were giving her. Her body was convulsing completely out of control. Her mouth was drooling spit and her pussy was spilling fuck juice, but she was beyond orgasms now. The electric prods had pushed her past that, had completely unhinged both her mind and body.
"Oh she's blasting, she really is!" Barry pulled his prod from her mouth and jabbed it into her firm bouncing tits. "She's fucking cumming like she never came before."
Glen jerked his stick from her wringing pussy, and Amy's hands fell from the doorknob. She fell back over the top of her cousin, still in a paroxysm of agony and lust. She dropped head first on the floor, her thighs still spread wide by the bar that bound her legs.
Barry and Glen watched Amy, laughed at her, as she squirmed on the carpet before them. Her long, black hair was standing out on end. Every inch of her slender, satiny body was jerking out of control.
Amy heard their laughter, heard the names they called her, but it was as if from a million miles away. Driven past the limit of what any woman could endure, the tortured girl passed out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amy's eyes had barely flickered shut when Glen and Barry pulled her roughly to her feet for the next phase of her torment.
She groaned weakly as the two men pulled her along the floor by her arms, into the center of the big living room.
After they had dragged her into the center of the room, Glen walked off. Barry stayed with Amy, using his strong fingers to twist and pull at her sore nipples. Amy knew that he was getting something else to torture her with. She didn't think there could be anything worse than what they'd just done to her, but she was frightened anyway. Was it possible for her to sink any lower than she had when they'd been torturing her with the shock sticks? She'd had a fit in front of them, her body twisting and bucking, her cunt leaking more pussy juice then she would have imagined possible.
"Here we go," Glen said as he walked back into the room.
The sawhorse he brought in was small, but sturdy looking, equipped with a metal base so that it wouldn't tip over. It stood just over a foot tall and was about two feet long.
What stuck up above the top of its crossbar was what horrified Amy, and looking at it, she surrendered herself completely to hysterics.
There were two of the dildoes. Amy had never seen dildoes that were so rigid, that could stand straight up in the air and not waver an inch to either side. And their size was far more horrifying than their firmness. The taller of the two stood over a foot above the sawhorse, the shorter at least nine inches. Amy knew by the way they were positioned that one was meant to penetrate her cunt while the other speared her asshole.
Amy fought Glen and Barry as they wrestled her toward the sawhorse, but Glen grabbed both her tits at once and squeezed them so tightly that Amy nearly passed out. Barry unfastened the spreader from around her knees and then locked her feet into cuffs on either side of the sawhorse. Glen held her up by her tits, mashing them with his strong fingers and holding her body erect by his grip.
"Hurry up and get the cunt's knees," Glen barked, dropping his arms a little and then jerking them back up so that Amy's pointy tits were yanked viciously. "Silly bitch is getting heavy, and if her tits ripped off, she wouldn't be much fun to fuck with."