For some reason, she became totally aware of his huge, hulking frame, the way his prick was splitting her open like a pod. The way his massive form covered her, his sweaty muscles, the way his balls throbbed. And on top of that, she felt the softness of his wife as she rubbed her legs and hips.
And the pain. It flashed, burned inside her body like small explosions. Yet, it somehow made the pleasure even better, giving it delicious comparison.
Each time a convulsion of agony tore into her body, an equal spasm of ecstasy raced along side it. The two sensations seemed to melt, throb together, separate, then fuse once more.
"Ohhh… baby, suck it right up your cunt and fuck me," Brad said, squeezing the jaws of the pliers until his knuckles turned white.
"Aieeeee!" Sharon screamed, the veins in her neck popping out. She inhaled quickly and spit out another shriek of agony.
While she bucked and writhed in anguish, Brad fucked savagely in and out of her pussy, feeling his cock grow so that he knew if he didn't shoot his load pretty soon, his cock shaft would shatter. Still, he wanted to hold back as long as he could.
Sharon, too, was fully aware of what was happening. Her own body was reacting with almost as much violence. Suddenly, she jerked wildly, then froze, feeling her climax riddle her guts. The sensations were almost too good, making her totally aware of every cell, each nerve.
"Shit, take it," Brad grunted, plowing forward with his full weight.
He squirmed his ass around, then relaxed the muscles at the root of his cock. Instantly, his cum-load shot up the center of his cock shaft and burst into her cunt.
"Unhhhh… fuck it, slut, now," he panted. "Goddamn YOU! Screw it up here! Ummmmm… fuck it… here, whore! Screw my cock dry!"
Sharon became dizzy with ecstasy as even more powerful waves of pleasure swept in and out of her body. And it wasn't as if she were having an orgasm, but more, that she had turned into an orgasm herself. She inhaled with a raspy gasp, then screamed out, her voice thick with lust.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, her fingernails digging into her sweaty palms. She struggled against the bonds, not to free herself, but to grab his tight, hairy ass and shove him harder into her cunt. "Give it to me, you bull prick! Screw me full! Hurt me… make it good!"
As her orgasm peaked violently, Brad slipped the pliers to her other breast. When he clamped the serrated jaws around her rubbery nipple, he moved his mouth down and bit her right tit, sucking the bruised tip.
It was perfect, Sharon thought. Nothing could possibly be better. Her nipples were being bathed in flames of delicious pain. And her cunt kept exploding over and over, experiencing total, raw pleasure.
"Harder… harder you bastard," she urged, rocking back and forth, bucking wildly. "Cock… give me your prick and fuck me!"
Brad pounded into her pussy for all he was worth, grinding the root of his shaft savagely between the fluttering opening. Then, with his body freezing, he shot the first of his thick cum-load.
"Screw it, whore!" he panted, lifting his head from her chest. His eyes were half closed with releasing ecstasy, his lips parted in a snarl. "Fuck on my cock, bitch!"
Sharon felt another spasm of climax tear into her pussy and her insides boiled with his release. She jerked around wildly, feeling the teeth of the pliers on her breast bite into her flesh. Pain and pleasure melted together, becoming a sensation that was impossible to describe.
"Aieeeeeee!" she screamed, then she went limp from exhaustion.
Brad pounded in more of his cum, then felt the bulk of his load shower into her guts. He held himself against her body tightly, took another bite down on her breasts, then fell over her limp form.
"Shit, baby, that was fine," he gasped, kissing the side of her neck. "Just fucking fine."
As he slowed his movements, then finally stopped, he let the pliers fall to her side.
"Let me at it," she heard Nancy say. "There's nothing I like better than a cunt filled with hot cum."
"Just a second," Brad said. "Feels so good inside her like this."
"Come on," Nancy said, pushing against her husband. "You can fuck her for two weeks."
When the man slipped his prick out of her pussy. Sharon felt empty, horribly so. She gave a weak cry and again pulled against the ropes.
"Fuck me some more," she heard herself say. "I want your big cock!"
Her words turned into a gasp of pleasure when she felt Nancy's warm tongue jab inside her cunt. She lifted her ass and sucked on the woman's tongue with her pussy muscles.
"Ohhh… this is delicious," Nancy murmured, gathering up the wads of cum, then swallowing them. "Pussy-flavored cream to suck down."
While Nancy ate on her pussy, Sharon could almost feel Brad's cock still inside her. It had been so delicious, the way it fit so snugly, squeezing over her fluttering muscles. And those cum-filled balls…
"Fuck me again," she gasped. "God, I want it. I need it."
"Is that a fact?" Brad grinned. "I thought you were going to the police and all…"
"No," Sharon said, her voice unsure.
What would she have told them? That she had the best orgasm in her life when she was raped?
"No," she repeated. "I… I won't."
"I know you won't," Brad said, his voice chilling her. "Because there just might not be enough of you left to do it."
"What do you mean?" Sharon asked, again terrified.
"Soon as Nancy finishes, I'm gonna stick it to you again," he said.
So that's what they both wanted.
"Right up your little shitter," Brad said. "No!" Sharon gasped. "Please. I… I've never done that before." This was one thing that she and Ron had agreed not to do. They had tried it once or twice, but it had just hurt too much. And her little shitter wasn't built to take on a cock this size.
"No… no," she said again, trembling with horror.
"Oh, yes," Brad said. "Hurry up, Nancy."
"Oh, I don't want to," Nancy said. "Mmmm, I just love this wet, sweet pussy."
"Sometimes I think she likes pussy better than cock," Brad said. He pushed his wife away. "When I screw out her asshole, I'll let you have her back."
Sharon couldn't believe what she was hearing. Passing her back and forth like that. And to top it off, getting her asshole reamed out!
Just thinking about that huge monster drilling into her butt was enough to make her flinch, then scream out, her eyes filling with tears.
"Please… don't," she whined. As she cried out, she felt him untie the ropes from her ankles. He placed his hands under her thighs and shoved her body forward until she was almost rolled into a ball. When her asshole was fully exposed, he moved his thumbs to the delicate crack and stretched her ass cheeks wide apart. "Gonna love blowing this asshole full of cum," he said, squeezing his fingers into the puckered opening.
"Ohhhhh!" Sharon screamed out.
When his fingers stabbed inside her ass, she felt raw, throbbing spasms of pain. And if his fingers hurt like this, only God knew what that monster of a cock would do!
She gave another throaty cry, begging him to stop.
"Oh… no, baby," Brad grinned, kneeling close to her body.
He held his rock-hard prick down with his left hand while supporting her lower body with his right. He then thrust the tip of his cock shaft forward. He turned and looked at his wife.
"Crawl over here, baby, and watch me screw the fuck out of her," he said.
"Do it hard," Nancy said, lying on her side, her face close to their middles. "I want to watch you tear her ass wide open."
As she spoke, she ran her fingers over both their bodies, then began digging her fingers into the crack of her husband's ass.
What Sharon thought was pain before was nothing compared to what now riddled her body. The enormous pressure of his cockhead as it squeezed against her asshole felt as if she was being fucked with a baseball bat.