The sliding of his prick as it charged deeper in her bowels sent hot, shivery thrills of delight through her ass.
Cindy felt her bowels filling with the janitor's prick. It was like having a steady, growing, glowing load of hot lava being siphoned into her shitter. The girl thought she would surely cum.
But then Jack changed his tempo, fucking her ass more slowly, until Cindy moaned with frustration, wagging her ass against him.
"Uh! Ohh! Uhhh-huhhhhrrrrr!"
He was fucking her steadily now, crushing her nipples between his clawing fingers while slapping her ass with his sweaty belly. The fullness inside her ass was exciting her terribly. The heat stung her clit making her cunt wink shut while the incredible distention of her asstube made her belly seem full.
Jack's ass-ripping fucking was growing faster and faster. Her asshole burned from the friction as she felt her body shuddering from the fucking blows. Cindy didn't care how much it hurt now. It felt so wonderfully good!
The young girl jerked up and down, feeling the heat building up in her erect clit. The feeling built up quickly, becoming as important to her as the jabbing prick pistoning into her shitter.
Cindy grunted, rutting like a bitch, as she backed up and felt his prick start to spasm in her asshole. She winked it shut, gripping his shooting cock, feeling something very hot spattering into her guts. The juicy sliding of her cuntlips against one another as she moved and jerked her body added to the wild delight racing through her.
She was going to cum, cum with this prick in her ass. Jack was spraying his load up her ass, filling her up with his jizz, biting her neck again.
The girl felt her tits being mashed by his hands while her face hit the table until she felt bruised. But Cindy ignored all that. All she could feel was the cum-spitting prick in her ass and the earth-shattering power of her climax. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt again while Jack's cum oozed from her stretched asshole.
She came hard, feeling him clawing and beating her while more and more jizz shot into her winking asshole.
When it was over, Jack slid his cock out, staggering around for a while before unfastening the rope holding her ankle to the ladder.
Cindy lay down on the bench, listening to his threats, half-hearing what he was telling her as he began to untie her. Yes, she would obey him. No, she would never tell anyone about this.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marie was glad all the gags and leather had been removed. She felt almost refreshed. If only Brad had let her rest a little. The beating, all those strange things attached to her body – everything had made her mind race. Thank goodness the gold rings pinching her nipples were gone!
But now she lay on a small bench, her ass and shoulders hanging over the ends. He had drawn her arms down, roping each wrist to each leg behind her head, then puffing her legs wide and bringing them up to where two small eyehooks were embedded in the wall. Brad had slipped ropes through the hooks, looping them around her ankles and drawing them taut until the woman's legs were high and spread, her soles placed flat against the wall in front of her.
Marie wriggled her ass, feeling splintery pieces of wood stabbing into her buttocks. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling her muscles ache.
Marie thought someone else had come to the house. She had seen Brad leave after what she thought was the sound of a doorbell above her. There were walling, squeaking sounds above her as she lay bound to the bench.
There were sounds of someone descending the steps once more.
Marie tensed, feeling her cunt begin to warm in expectation. She was surprised to see a stranger walk into the room with Brad.
"Just got through over at the school," Jack said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Had a hot little twist really gettin' 'er ass fucked. Man, she looks somethin' like this number!"
"I envy you," Brad said, shaking his head. "You've got all those young cunts running around."
"Gotta be careful, though. But this one was askin' for it. She'll get more."
The man was a member of Brad's club, the one she'd heard him talk about before. The new man, Jack, was talking about the high school which Cindy attended.
Marie shuddered. She would have to caution her daughter about this man.
"She a live one?" Jack asked.
Brad nodded his head vigorously up and down.
"She can take anything… at least, I think so," he added.
"Hey, man, let's give 'er a try."
Marie watched as Jack picked up those gold rings again and clamped them onto her nipples, securing them firmly against her areolas and tugging them up to make sure they were secure.
Marie winced, shifting her ass from side to side. Next, he slipped two thin pieces of wire through the rings, wrapping one end tightly several times around each globe, then bringing them up until the resulting pressure lifted her tits from her chest.
Marie groaned, shuddering against the bench as she felt the nipple clamps biting into her tit-tips. He attached the wire to a low-hanging beam in which several small eyehooks had been screwed. Her tits were pulled up, stretched by the puffing tension, her nipples distended and pulled by the wire and clamps.
Brad watched as Jack busied himself between the woman's legs.
At first Marie thought he was going to fuck her. She half-expected to feel a prick slipping into her hot cunt-hole which was already wet for him. Just the thought of two men standing there staring at her naked body stretched on the bench drove her wild.
Raising her head from the bench, she saw the big man opening two more rings, larger than the others. Carefully stretching her cuntlips apart, he brought the first ring up to a position an inch below her clit, letting the spring snap shut. The sharp cutting edges of the ring bit into her soft cuntlip, making Marie jerk her ass off the bench.
"Ow!"
It hurt, hurt badly!
She wriggled her ass, trying to shake off the painful thing chewing into her cuntlip. But the ring held firm.
Opening the second one, Jack clamped the ring onto her other cuntlips, letting the top snap shut on the puffy labe.
Marie shivered and shuddered. Looking again, Marie saw two wires dangling from her cuntal rings. Jack tugged at them, puffing her cuntlips apart. She winced, her face a mask of terrible pain as a pulse leaped through her throat. Jack drew one wire under the bench, pulling the second along with it, keeping her cuntlips well spread apart.
"Let's give the bitch some juice. We'll see just how hot she is," he suggested.
Brad laughed, strolling into the shadows and rustling around in the dark for a moment.
She heard a rolling sound and saw him reappear with a cart atop which sat a large gray box. There were dials in front, wires dangling from the bottom, a thick black cord stretching from behind it. She knew it was a generator! The wires! The rings! Marie's eyes widened, her mouth opening to let out a shout of horror. They were going to electrocute her!
"No, no, not that! Oh please, no… not that!"
She tugged at the ropes holding her arms stretched behind her head while her legs pulled wildly at the rings holding them apart.
The men attached the wires to the generator, tugging at her cunt-rings now and then to bring more shrill cries from her throat. It was Brad who took a large brown rubber wedge from the top of the generator and pushed it between her teeth, jamming it in until the beveled tip brushed against the back of her throat. The taste was awful!
Marie wondered how many other women had endured this, had bitten into the rubber wedge while these men tormented them. She watched, her screams dulling into throaty groans as they checked the large generator, then started up the machine.