"Mmmfffff!"
Her forehead creased while beads of cold sweat broke out. A tremble shook her body as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. There was a feeling of intense cold, then of numbness, and then finally of the heat searing her flesh.
Even through the filthy shorts Anna's screams of agony could be heard. Her bones rattled, feeling as if they would shatter from the intense pain.
Ed kept the cigarette there on her flesh for a moment, slowly drawing it around, around and down toward her pussy. He was careful not to really damage her flesh by lifting the burning cigarette at times to give her some respite from the pain.
Brad smiled. "Man, goin' for the cunt? Don't burn it out, man. We still gotta tap the damned thing."
Ed was humming, not paying attention to his brother as he watched the burning trail of his cigarette against Anna's reddening flesh.
The smell of singeing flesh filled her nostrils. Her flesh, hers! Whimpering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, she pulled and twisted against the ropes until she was certain they were cutting through her flesh and drawing blood. This had to be some horrible dream, a terrible nightmare from which she would awaken in the safety of her bed. People didn't do these kind of things to other people. It couldn't be happening!
The agonizing, burning pain approaching her cunt told her it was all too real. Anna struggled against the gag, her tongue pushing against the dirty shorts as that cigarette approached her cuntlips. Where Brad had so deliciously and teasingly tongued her pussy, now his brother was going to burn it out!
"Unnfnnfnffffff!"
The ropes strained against Anna's knees as she tried to close her thighs. Grunts of agony slipped past the gag while more tears rolled from her eyes. Ed's humming became more sporadic as the red glowing cigarette neared his objective.
Anna prayed that God would strike down these men before they burned out her cunt.
They were going to scar her forever, destroy her pussy in the name of a few moments of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh…" Brad gasped. At the last moment Ed moved the cigarette down, laughing softly as it hissed out in the combination of sweat, cuntjuice and saliva just below her pussy.
Anna sighed, her muscles unclenching. She fell back to the table, laughing hysterically through the gag while rubbing her ass over the workbench in relief. She had nearly lost control of her sphincter, had nearly soiled herself in that tearing fear of being sexually mutilated by that cigarette. All those stories about girls being tortured, their broken bodies being discovered weeks later by hikers, filled her mind as Ed had moved that cigarette up to her cunt. Now Anna hoped the torture had stopped. Perhaps they would even let her go.
Ed looked at the hard, black coal at the end of his cigarette and chuckled.
"Man, hottest little virgin I've seen around town," Brad said.
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna find out if she's cherry or not," Ed grunted, wedging himself between her bound thighs after having crawled back up on the table.
Anna felt his fingers twisting into her pussy. She jerked her thighs to the right then to the left, grunting through the spit-soaked gag as she felt Ed's finger scraping along the slick membranes of her pussy.
"I… uhh… I feel somethin' down here," he said, screwing up his eyes as he slipped his two fingers up to the second joint. Anna arched her back, her eyes cinched tight as she felt that obscene probing, then felt his fingernails pushing up against her cherry.
"Looks like she don't like havin' you fuckin' around with her cherry."
"You ever find a virgin who did… at the start?" Ed countered, flashing an amused look at his brother before going back to the work at hand.
Anna tucked her ass back as best she could, the ropes binding her ankles and knees preventing her from much movement. She was trapped, trapped in this horrible position. No one could help her! Again she cried through the gag, begging the men in her muffled cries not to break her cherry. But her whimpers only excited Ed and Brad.
Moving his hand in deeper, Ed told her to get ready for the popping.
"It's gonna hurt like hell, baby, but then it's probably gonna be the last pain you'll feel down there."
Anna fought with every bit of strength she had, pulling hysterically at the ropes, bouncing her ass on the workbench, tugging her arms so violently that she thought she felt something pop in her shoulders.
There was a moment of relaxation, and then Ed shoved down hard and firmly.
It was as if someone had driven a spear into her belly! Brilliant lights exploded in her head while a jagged knife of pain stabbed into her brain. Her legs trembled while her ass pranced wildly over the jagged splintery workbench. Never had she experienced something so agonizing in her life. Her very soul was seared by the stabbing pain.
And Ed still kept his fingers in there, twisting them around and around, making her sob through that awful gag.
"Uhhhh… man, she was tight… still is. She'd probably snap off our pricks right now. But… uhh… but gonna leave my fingers in for a while 'til her cunt loosens up."
Anna sagged against the bench, feeling so violated, so soiled by these two men! Her mother had told her only a husband should go this far. With that idea Anna had fantasized about some man, some shadowy figure, who would sweep her off her feet and carry her away to some hidden spot where they would consummate their passion.
But reality had stepped in – Ed and Brad Rudd, strapping her down, violating her, raping her in this terrible way!
CHAPTER THREE
"Take it out… uhhhhh… oh God, take it out!"
Tears streamed from her eyes as Anna felt those horrible fingers twisting around inside her tightening cunt. The gag had slipped, falling to one side of her mouth as she cried out to the men tormenting her.
"You dig it, bitch. You like havin' your cunt reamed out this way. I can feel you, baby, can feel your cunt milkin' at it!"
"No, no," she sobbed, closing her eyes and shaking her head from one side to the other.
But it was true! Lashed to the workbench, Anna began to notice strange changes in her body. No longer was fear the most important sensation. As her body twisted in the thick ropes, while her ass shifted from side to side over the splintery table top, Anna began to feel a soothing warmth in her cunt, a warmth that excited her. And Ed was increasing that warmth with his fingers scraping it around her hole, gouging it against the walls of her pussy while his knuckles kept brushing over the round, red tip of her clit!
She tightened her thighs, raising her buttocks slightly off the table top, rocking her hips. It was then that she realized she was juicing, actually spilling cunt juice from her pussyhole and wetting down Ed's probing finger.
"Man, hot, real hot…" Ed gasped.
"No more!" Anna wailed. "Oh please, don't do anything more to me!"
Anna sobbed with humiliation as Ed's finger slipped out and began trailing along the puffed outer limits of her cuntlips.
Ed smiled. "There's a lot more for you, baby, a hell of a lot more. And me and my brother are gonna show you the limit."
Anna twitched, jerking in her tight ropes as his middle finger continued its ticklish trail along her pussylips. She groaned long and loud, raising her head up, then banging it hard against the workbench.
Sparks of delight flashed through her cunt, then shot up her spine to her brain, freezing out any thoughts except those of fucking. Yes, fucking. Anna's addled brain could think of nothing except having those men fucking her! From an innocent girl she had turned into a rutting slut, a whore bound and gagged who wanted as much prickmeat as she could get between her legs!