Midnight.
Ron Fear was tapping away at Cherrys phone.
“Hi Sis. Great news. Won a competition. 2 tickets to that boyband we both like, with meet and greet after, then an after show party with lots of celebs there. 2 nights at the Fairmount Hotel. Ask nicely - sure mum/dad will put you on early plane. Dropped my phone. Only text working at the moment. Let me know but you need to be back tomorrow.
Love Cherry.
Ron pressed send - and waited. Trap set.
1am.
Bernie made his way down the basement steps and could see that Hammer, one of his two huge black Mastiffs was once again trying to pull his knot free from a moaning and gasping Cherry. It was only as he stepped onto the basement floor that he could see the dogs fat cock and knot were planted deep in her anus.
He’d been watching her from the comfort of his armchair, the 50” LCD clearly showing Hammer nipping at her rosy bum cheeks and fingers, trying to cajole her into rearing up and spreading herself open and dripping for his iron hard cock.
As the biting had become more insistent and ferocious, Bernie had watched as she reared up, clawing her cheeks apart allowing the huge animal to thrust forward, slamming his entire length into her guts in one violent motion.
“ Aaaah …god no..no…noooo..not there” she screamed as she fell forward smashing into the cross piece. Mouth open and drooling, eyes out on storks, as the Mastiffs cock spread her arse open, going where no cock had gone before. As she wailed in pain and misery Thumper was on her, barking and nipping at her arms until she gave in from sheer terror, allowing the dogs ram rod cock to burrow deep into her spasming throat. Cherrys lips were stretched wide and tight around the thick gristle as she was once again spit roast by the panting dogs.
The dogs had gotten in to a rhythm, slamming into her front and then back, alternating, so as Hammer stabbed into her sore anal ring she was battered forward onto Thumper, his cock making her throat bulge, and then the dog raped his cock forward, forcing her back hard onto Hammers expanding penis. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth and nose to mix with the tears running down her reddened face, and with each violent thrush she just gurgled and let a pitiful moan.
“ Mmmmfff…..Mmmmfff.”
With her throat fit to bursting her head began to spin from lack of oxygen. She pursed her lips tight, and ran her tongue along the underside of the invading tool, determined to get the dog to cum asap. She was soon rewarded for her efforts. Thumper threw back his head, and thrusting into her throat with his full length, fired a massive spurt of slimy sperm directly into her heaving stomach, and as he dismounted still cumming, coated her throat and mouth with the sour tasting doggie gel.
Cherry was just grateful to breathe in a huge lungful of air.
Bernie looked down at Cherrys pain racked and spunk stained face, as Hammer continued to rock her violently back and forth, her tits swinging in circles like mad jellies.
“My turn now” Bernie whispered in her ear “and if you do me good you can leave later on, after I have taken a few stills for the DVD cover.”
Bernie offered up the fat head of his cock to her drooling lips.
Did she hear him right? Did he say she could go home?
“I …I .. can go home” she whispered, her throat aching from the pounding.
“Do me good, and yes you can. But it better be fucking good”.
“Hammer cease”. The dog immediately stopped spearing into her defenceless ass. She could feel it deep inside, twitching and aching to continue its rampage in her colon.
Cherry stared at the red fat plum of Bernies huge organ. Slowly she opened her mouth in acceptance of her plight and the promise of home.
“Tongue out …and no fucking teeth” Bernie snarled.
Cherrys tongue snaked out, and he rested his cock on it.
“Look at me..let me see your eyes as I take your throat.”
Cherry raised her eyes to stare into Bernies, and saw the look of depraved lust spread across his face.
“Just keep your eyes on me - or the deals off.”
Then inch by inch he slid to the back of her mouth, and aided by the coating of dog jizz started the descent into her throat. To Cherrys relief, with four inches of hard fat cock still outside her gaping mouth he stopped. Bernie saw the look of relief on her face an smiled an evil smile.
“Not gonna be that simple” he sneered. “Hammer and your throat will do all the hard work. I am just gonna stand here and look into your eyes until my cum joins Thumpers in your guts.”
“Hammer…continue.” And on command the dog buffeted her forward, jamming her face into Bernies stomach, and the remaining four inches thrust into her gagging throat. Bernie stood, hips thrust forward as the dog sledgehammered her anal canal, her body pummelled
back and forth on his cum slicked cock, his balls tapping her chin once every second. He stared in her eyes - so full of hope, anguish and revulsion . The only sounds she made were the constant “Gaak …gaak..gaak”, on Hammers every violent thrust. Bernies hand went to her throat, and marvelled at the bulge of his penis, travelling up and down her poor ravaged throat. Her stomach throwing up Thumpers jism, constantly coating her throat - the long fat cock gliding in and out with ease.
Bernie felt his balls tighten and he knew he was close. Reaching up he playfully scratched the top of Hammers head.
“Hammer… Allegro” he shouted, at which the dog re doubled his efforts, bludgeoning Cherrys rectum at break neck speed, Bernies cock treated to the best deep throat he had ever imagined. Her throat muscles went into spasm, and seemed to be sucking on his entire length, drawing on his spunk filled balls.
Bernie reached down, thrusting a thumb into her lower jaw, and with his free hand fed his balls into her salivating mouth, another two inches of his twitching rod sliding into her spasming throat.Face fucked by cock and balls, Cherry closed her eyes and tried to ride out this new depravity.
“Mmmmf…Mmmmmf…Mmmmmff.”
“Look at me you slutty whore - or the deal’s off.”
Cherrys eyes flew open, and stared at the manic face above her. Drool and spittle poured from Bernies mouth, dripping to her forehead, running down into her eye sockets - but still she kept her eyes open, stinging, praying that he would keep his promise of home.
Cherrys throat went into convulsions, massaging his swelling penis, her air supply all but cut off. Hammers anal rape, mashing her lips against Bernies hairy groin. Please don’t let me die like this she thought. Then she felt his balls twitch and lurch in her mouth, his hairy ball sack rasping against her tongue.
His balls were now heating up, swelling, her cheeks bulging, her constricted throat felt the surge of cum barreling down the length of his cock, the head of his penis swelled to a massive size, as it rained rope after rope of boiling cum directly into her already heaving guts as Bernie roared to the rafters. “AAaaargh … fuck yes..take it all …”
Bernie stepped back and an avalanche of cum and spit cascaded from her gapping mouth, as she gulped in precious air.
Then blackness overcame her.
Cherry passed out.
2.30am.
Cherry woke with a start. She was no longer bound. The dogs were nowhere to be seen. She was laying on what appeared to be an inflatable mattress, with her jacket as a pillow. Next to her was a tray with a sandwich and what looked like a tall glass of milkshake. And leaning against the glass was an envelope.
Tired, weak but intrigued she reached for the envelope. Inside was a single A4 handwritten note.
“You have performed to my satisfaction, and as promised you will be released tomorrow. You must be hungry so you have a sandwich and a drink to quench your thirst. Please eat and drink to regain your strength.
Underneath your jacket is an alarm clock, and a pillowcase with some items of clothing. After you have finished your meal please lay down and go to sleep. The alarm will wake you at 9am. As soon as you are awake, you will dress in the items of clothing I have provided (and not before) and await my presence. Sweet dreams.
Uncle Bernie x”.
Ps I am watching!
Cherry followed the instructions, and with hope in her heart she lay down and fell into an immediate sleep.
Milkshake….drugged of course.
9.15am
The alarm had gone off at 9am although Cherry had been awake an hour before, eager to go home - her head a bit groggy from the milkshake/sleeping pills concoction.
The bag had contained some flimsy underwear all a size to small. She had discarded her tattered panties and t shirt, and hastily put on the undersized half cup lacy bra, her tits stretching the fabric to tearing point, flesh oozing out the top, bottom and sides. For some unknown reason her boobs ached like hell. The panties were no more comfortable. Just a g string - a small tight pouch cupping her clam like pussy - the thin waistband riding high over her hips. Having smoothed down her crumpled skirt, she had put on her cheer leaders jacket and zipped up to provide her modesty. White ankle socks and trainers covering her pretty feet.
She now stood in a pool of light, as Bernie snapped pictures of her with a Nikon Z9, giving her posing instructions for his DVD packaging.
“Unzip the jacket….nice …lean forward… lets see those tits swing…perfect! Soon be time for me to say goodbye. Now lift the skirt… thats it….thrust your cunt forward….good…now pull the panties to one side…great…peel that pussy open, lets see some pink…perfect.”
Plink, plink, plink plink…and a hum as all the strip lights on the ceiling sprang to life, flooding the basement with white light, and on the stairs stood two figures - a hideous vision of terror. Two figures - one about six foot tall, the other nearing seven foot.
Both were wearing rubber pig masks. Each wore a butchers apron, with ties at the back of the neck, the aprons that looked like pig skin hung down to bony knees. Below that, skinny calves, all bone and sinew, feet clad in muddy hobnail boots. The taller of the two had the name Jon written in what appeared to be blood across his chest, the other had Ron smeared on his.
“ Soooo-ieee, here piggy piggy - Sooo - ieee piggy,” they shouted in unison, “wheres the piggy - soooo-ieee.” “There’s the pig” shouted Jon, raising a skinny arm and pointing with a long bony finger. “Slut pig is showing off her wares to uncle Bernie, filthy cunt. Lucky we are here Ron, so show it the error of its ways.”
The look of terror and fear on Cherrys face was only multiplied by the sight of two large cocks that hung from gapping holes in the front of their aprons. Rons was hanging almost to his knees whilst Jons was a good fat twelve inches.Must be fakes she thought. Turning to Bernie she pleaded.
“You promised - promised I was going home” sobbed Cherry. “Please please don’t let them..”
“Had a better offer” Bernie cut in.
“Please don’t give me to them - let me stay with you - I will be good- do anything you want- pleeeese “ she cried, hurrying to do up her jacket, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
“I made a deal with them - too good to pass up”. Bernie stood back and headed for the stairs, and Cherry turned to see Ron and Jon starring at her through pig face masks. The masks she now realised only came down to their noses and cheeks. Both their mouths drooling with malicious grins, as their piercing eyes roved up and down her defenceless shaking body.
“Lets see what we have to work with.”
With a speed that defied his size, Ron was behind her in a flash, gripping both wrists together in one big hand, his other hand between her shoulder blades, bowing her outwards, offering her up to his brother.
“Now lets unwrap this package, and see what this piggy is offering us to play with”.
“Zzzzzzzit”. Down came the zip of her jacket, then Jon pushed it back off her shoulders to hang loosely on her upper arms Her tits in the too small half cup bra sprang forward, as if waiting for attention.
“Ugh - no please leave me alone, I just want to…” Jons hand flew up, slapping her hard, her face flew to one side, spittle flying from her mouth, cutting her sentence short.
“We don’t care what you want - you’re our plaything. You will do as we want, and any instructions we give will be acted upon immediately. Get me”?
When Cherry didn’t answer he wrenched the bra cups down, the thin material now providing a shelf for her still aching tits, the elastic in the material pushing them up, juddering and defenseless. Applying a vice like grip to both her nipples, Jon lifted them up high, then higher still, making her stand on tiptoe. “ I asked you a question…Get me”?
“Yes” she screamed trying to wriggle free, her nipples on fire. Jon twisted each, and wrenched higher, her feet leaving the floor, legs kicking out at thin air.
“Thats yes sir” he screamed at her.
“Aaaahh…g god please ..please yes sir. Ppplease… your killing me, it..it hurts sooo much.. please sir.”
Jon dropped her to the floor, and she glanced down at her sore red nipples, sure they must have been ripped away.
Jon grabbed the bra with one big boney hand and ripped it form her, the straps leaving a long red weal across her back, he threw it to the floor, leaving her breasts gently swaying. Soon the skirt followed suit, pooling around her ankles, leaving her arched forward and naked apart from the flimsy g string.
Jon appraised her, like a rat looking at some tasty morsel. His beady eyes travelled up and down her ravishing body.
He tutted and pointed to the dried dog cum, giving a marbled effect to her thighs, chest and face.
“God I hate a dog slut - gonna have to clean you up - inside and out!”
Ron new what was coming and pulled the jacket from her arms just as Jon stepped forward and delivered a punishing blow with four big fat knuckles to the soft flesh of her unprotected stomach.
Making a retching sound, Cherry collapsed to her knees, trying to drag air into her dry heaving empty lungs.
“ No time to sit around..pig.” Jon reached down, a hand around her throat, fingers so long they nearly touched at the back of her neck. He lifted her to a standing position, and then as before, her feet left the floor, the sinews in Jons arm locked like steel rods. Cherry couldn’t breathe, and her legs thrashed as he carried her along by her throat.
“I am not a cruel man” he said.”Lets take some of the weight from your scrawny neck. He reached down and with his free hand snagged a handful of her g string, hoisting it upward. Cherry screamed as some of her weight was supported by the her g string - the garment ripping across her anus and pussy. It felt like she was being spit open by a cheese wire.
“ Lets get her in the pit, cant wait to see her belly bulge” he said. Jon carried her to the centre of the basement where there was a circular indentation, with sloping sides about 12 feet across. At the bottom was an iron water grill.
Jon stepped down, Cherry thrashing less now, her limbs just twitching, her face had gone from red to purple, her lips a deathly shade of blue.
“Put her down Jon - no good to us dead.”
Cherry crashed to the ground, dragging in lung fulls of air, as Ron and Jon busied themselves setting up their equipment.
Ron flipped open a small foam lined case filled with various sizes of butt plugs. “I think the number 3 will be a nice tight waterproof fit, once the head has been inflated” he chuckled.
Cherry was on her hands and knees, crawling away, sniffing and sobbing, slowly making her way up the incline. “Please leave me alone…Aaaargh” Ron had grabbed an ankle, pulling her back down, her knees badly grazed on the concrete floor, then with both hands he grabbed at the g string, shredding the material with two mighty tugs.
“Come here piggy - where do you think you were going? We have to flush you out, clean of all that dog cum, before we can have some serious fun with you. We aint putting our dicks anywhere near those dog Jizz filled holes of yours.. That would be disgusting.”
“Raise her up Ron.”
Ron stepped across her, sinking his skinny arse down onto her shoulders, facing her butt, his big tentacle hands reaching forwards, each grabbing a thigh and raising her bottom. Jon was behind her, spitting on the big fat butt plug head. “Open her up for me” he casually asked.
With two handfuls of bum cheek, Ron pulled, spreading her arse wide, her wrinkled star fish winking at Jon. Kneeling down he speared at her anal opening with the bulbous plug, pushing with all his strength, but she was too tight, and he guessed, clenching for all she was worth. Twisting and pushing the plug, his other hand slapping her cheeks hard and fast, turning them a rosey pink.
“No use …it aint going in” he grumbled, then he saw her relax, her arse slightly gaping from Rons efforts. As she relaxed, he rammed the plug forward, catching her of guard, the rim of her anus being forced into her. He twisted the plug and punched the end with the flat of his hand, and her butt gulped down the fat head with an audible pop, her ring snapping shut around the thinner base.
“Aaaargh god…no….your tearing me apart, take it out…please take it out.” Cherrys voice faded to a crying mumble, as Jon snapped an airline onto the side of the protruding plug.
“Just gonna make sure this don’t come out till we want it to.” With that he pushed the start button on a nearby air pump. Cherry panicked as she felt the fat head of the butt plug expand with the rush of air, pushing at the walls of her anal canal.
“ Ooooh…ooooh please no more…its hurts so much…please stop…aah..ah..ah…nooooo…..”
Jon hit the compressor button and the plug stopped expanding. Taking hold of the protruding plug he pulled with all his strength, watching her anal ring stretch to splitting point, but the fat head was firmly entrenched.
He unsnapped the air line, the non return valve holding in the air, in his other hand he held the end of a garden hose with Hozelock attachment.
“Time to wash out all the dog filth, and see what you would look like pregnant with a litter of piggies.”
He snapped the hose on to the end of the plug, then retreated to the other side of the pit where a water tap awaited. “Her it comes pig, lets fill your guts.”
He turned the tap on full, and smiled as he saw the hose snaking and unfurling, as the water coursed through it, heading straight for Cherrys cute upturned butt.
She panicked and screamed, as water poured into her colon, crashing against the inner walls, expanding and filling her.
With nowhere to go the water continued upwards, flooding and expanding her stomach.
“Ah ah ah no…please…it hurts…so cold..you’re killing me…” Jon stood and watched as she twitched and writhed, hands clutching at her ballooning tummy. Cherry rolled over onto her back, hoping it would ease the agonising pain, as her insides were contorted, organs pushed aside as the freezing cold water continued to expand her bloating stomach. She half sat up on bent arms, elbows scraping on concrete, watching in horror as her stomach continued to rise, water sloshing and gurgling around like an over filled water bed.
“P..p..lease sirs” she begged, hardly able to catch her breathe, as the water pressed in on her lungs… “I will do anything you want…anything at all.. just please stop the water…I cant take any more.”
She looked up at the pig masks, their skinny rat chins, and evil grins, their gloating eyes revelling at her pain, discomfort and terror.
“Looks like she’s gonna give birth to a litter of piglets” Ron chuckled as they walked around her quivering body, nudging her with their big boots, increasing her agony.
They continued to watch for a few more minutes until Cherry started coughing up water, and gasping for breath, her eyes rolling upwards.
“We are there.” Jon casually walking over to the tap, and turning it of.
He returned and stood over her with Ron, both watching as she went into shock - her whole body spasming, arms and legs flopping around like a fish out of water. She rolled onto her side, water pouring from her mouth, coughing and choking. Then on hands and knees started to crawl, her belly hanging low and swaying, as she started to make her way up the incline out of the pit. Halfway up, Ron put a foot on the trailing hose - “Where you off to piggy” he said, then holding the hose he pulled her back down, her anal ring pouting, threatening to split, her knees raw on the concrete. “No more…please no no no …more” she muttered, her voice just a quiet murmur.
“Better empty the pig, then we can flush out her cunt”. Jon crouched between her splayed thighs and depressed the air release valve on the plug, water immediately starting to seep from her stretched anus. Grabbing the hose he started to heave on it, flipping her onto her back, but it stayed firm, his efforts just dragging her along. Stepping closer he placed a big hob nail boot against the underside of her huge belly, then with a firm hold on the waterline, he pulled with all his might, his boot sinking into her flesh, a huge spray of water gushed from her mouth and nose as the water was displaced. He was pulling with all of his strength, and glancing down he could see the butt plug starting to emerge, the skin of her anus stretched to ripping, pouting outwards. Then with a large gurgle, like a sink emptying, the plug sprang free, urged on by a funnel of water cascading from her arse.
“Ok…lets get the rest out…want to get this scene moving along.” Ron stood to one side of her still over filled belly, and placed a boot directly over her navel, then using her like a stepping stone, stepped on and over her. As his full weight mashed downwards, a massive spray of water erupted from her mouth and anus. He turned and repeated the process, more water spraying from both ends. Over and over he stepped on her tummy, sometimes balancing there on one foot, before stepping down. After twenty or so gut pounding steps the water stopped to a slow trickle from her still gapping butt hole.
She was in shock. Hardly able to breathe. Lungs like water filled balloons.
Flipping her over, Ron raised her head from the floor with a handful of hair and then stood on Cherrys back, crouching low like a surfer riding a wave, he bounced on the balls of his feet. And with each bounce, her throat gurgled spewing water to the floor. Eventually Cherry moaned out loud, as a final trickle escaped her lips, and she heaved in a huge lungful of air.
Ron climbed off, and watched as she curled into a foetus like ball, crying like a baby.
Jon picked up the hose and turned the tap back on, spraying her from head to toe, the cold jolting her, as she writhed about. “I’ll wash - you can scrub” he said.
Ron picked up a yard broom, its bristles hard and stiff like porcupine quills, he raked it up and down her body, Cherry rolling around trying to evade the scrubbing of her sensitive skin. Thighs, buttocks, chest all taking on a rosy glow, as the quills scratched fine lines into squirming body.
After a few minutes they were satisfied that all the dog cum had been erased from her sore skin. She lay back, eyes staring blankly at the humming strip lights, crying and moaning in pain and at her helplessness.
“Give her a few minutes to recuperate, then we will have her undivided attention again” said Jon as he screwed an evil looking nine inch dildo onto the lance of a jet washer.
Cherry now lay curled up, silently begging for this nightmare to end - but in her heart she new it wouldn’t.
“Come on pig - lets get you buzzing - enough of this laying about.” Jon was wielding a hypodermic syringe. Raising her nearest arm, he plunged the needle into a prominent vein.
Within seconds Cherrys eyes flew open, her whole body surging alive. A feeling of euphoria rushing to her brain, it felt like every follicle on her head was standing to attention. She was cold, lying in the pool of water that had only minutes ago been splashing about in her tummy, now slowly disappearing down the drain hole. The cold and the needle had caused her nipples to raise into hard spikes. Her clit felt like it was growing, twitching, longing for stimulus.
“Its wonderful what crystal meth can do - and the special additive will make your pussy all the more sensitive, but only the most extreme sex will allow you to cum.” gloated Jon, as he flipped her onto her back.
“Ok Cheer Pig - Bernie tells me you are very bendy - spread those thighs so I can flush out your dog cum filled cunt hole - reach down between your thighs and grab your ankles so I can see some pink”.
Cherry just lay there, staring at them with a defiance probably brought on by the meth. She gazed at the extremely long cocks, hanging through their pig skin aprons. Cant be real she thought - just some fake rubber rubbish bought online.
“I want to go home” she said in a loud and determined voice.
Rons hand came down across her face, two long bony fingers blocking her nostrils, pulling her head back, his other hand at her chin, tearing her mouth wide open as Jon approached with a pair of pliers, snapping them open and closed like a crocodiles jaw.
“You do what we want, when we want, and immediately”.
Pushing her tongue down with a filthy finger, the pliers entered her mouth and snapped shut on one of her front upper teeth. “You don’t obey, there are consequences” Jon said.
With her mouth prised open and invaded she couldn’t form words, just squeals and nonsense.
“Ah…ah…ah..ease ont…ease ease ease…I ill e ood”.
“I get your drift pig, and it would be a shame to ruin such a pretty smile for the audience, but an example must be made”.
The pliers moved to the back of Cherrys mouth and snatched at a rear molar, Jon tightened his grip, and started twisting and pulling. Cherry could hear her tooth squeaking and grinding in her gum, as he worked it loose, back and forth. The nerves in the gum screaming into Cherrys brain.
“Aaarrrgh…ease ease ease op.”
“Thats three sentences, and you have not used the word Sir even once” said Jon, grunting with the effort of pulling her tooth.
“Ir ir ir” she gargled.
“Too little too late” he grunted, as the sound of grinding, and pain hit her brain, and then the tooth came loose, Jon waving it in front of her terrified eyes, the metallic taste of blood washing across her tongue.
“Now Ron is very kindly gonna wash out your mouth and clean up that gum. You will keep your mouth wide open at all times until he is finished wont you” Jon said, waving the pliers and bloody tooth in front of her face.
“Yeth sir” she replied, her bottom lip quivering, a trickle of blood escaping to run down the side of her face.
Ron released his grip, her head falling back to the floor with a thump, her hair splaying out like a halo around her head.
He stepped forward, a hob nail boot by each ear, pinning her head to the ground by her hair.
Jon sat on her stomach, keeping the pliers within her eye sight.
“Now open wide, and keep your eyes on Ron, be thankful for the help he is offering you. And don’t fail - wouldn’t want you to loose another tooth”.
Cherry opened as wide as she could, starring into Rons eyes, her view partially blocked by that long appendage hanging from his groin.
Any thoughts of his cock being fake were soon dispelled, as a trickle of piss escaped the big red head, splashing her cheeks and forehead. As the stream became more urgent he held his penis and aimed directly at her mouth, the acrid fluid splashing her lips and tongue, the piss filling her mouth to over flowing, and with her mouth wide open her only option was to swallow, and wait for another mouthful of foul urine. With eyes wide open, she saw the pliers hovering menacingly, and Rons maniacal grin looking down at her as he emptied his bladder, her gum stinging and throbbing. Seven times her mouth filled, and seven times she swallowed it down, her stomach lurching and turning over in distress. Ron finished and shook of the last few drops, making sure they splashed into her eyes, but she managed to keep them wide open, along with her gaping mouth. Her gum throbbing a dull painful ache.
With heightened Meth senses Cherry took in her surroundings, the pit with drain hole, the garden hose with butt plug laying discarded, two hard bristled yard brooms laying side by side, and Jon standing at her feet, the power washer in hand, with the wicked looking dildo attachment.
“Ok … assume the position”.
Cherrys mind wandered back to his original command, then, pulling her knees towards her chest, she reached down with both hands underneath her thighs and grabbed an ankle in each. The position pulled her knees wide, her vagina spread, slightly open, waiting for the next violation.
“Right - lets clean out your dog cock loving cunt”.
Jon held up the lance and pulled the trigger. The centre section of the dildo, about five inches long, started to spin under the pressure of the water, blasting needle thin jets of water out of many many holes along its length.
Cherry shuddered at the thought of that thing, tearing up her pussy, like some kind of mining machine looking for valuable ore. She bit at her lower lip, as her thigh muscles relaxed a bit more, and her knees dropped further apart, almost touching the floor. Her pussy opening up as if in acceptance of it fate.
Jon placed the tip of the device at her entrance, and then leaned on the lance. It slowly entered her, pushing aside her dry tight cunt walls, centimetre by centimetre.
Cherry closed her eyes, and moaned in distress at the tight, dry, painful intrusion.
“Open your eyes Pig - watch it go in”.
She raised her head, and stared down over the expanse of her high proud breasts, watching the fat 9 inch dildo, spread her apart, tunnelling deeper and deeper, until the wide flange at the base of the monster, mashed up tight against her clit and labia.
“Here it comes dog slut.” Jon pulled the trigger, and the spinning section of the intruder started to rotate slowly then grew in momentum. When it reached twenty revolutions per second, it started to blast her insides with needle thin jets of ice cold water. It felt like pins attacking her pussy walls - many needles stabbing and pricking, spinning round and round, ripping at her delicate inner flesh.
Cherry was gritting her teeth, determined not to scream or plead, but as Jon hit another button, the thing started to spin at an alarming rate. Nearing 50 cycles a second - it felt like someone had jammed a spin drier up there, rumbling and crashing round, battering her insides to pulp.
Her eyes went wide, nostrils flaring, the sinews in her neck standing out in stark relief as she released a scream so shrill it threatened to pierce the Fear brothers ear drums.
“Thats hit the spot” Ron shouted over the racket of the lance, power pump and screaming.
Jon hit a third button, and the flange at the bottom of the dildo, mashed up against her slit, started to hum and vibrate so violently her pussy started shaking. Shaking so fast her twat was a blur, her toes clenching and flexing, her tummy a wave of rippling muscles.
“No please sir….enough….enough…I cant take it anymore” she pleaded, her teeth chattering with the vibration.
Jon stared down at the water and froth pouring from around the flange, and not just water he thought to himself. “Sure thats pussy juice” - he shouted to Ron. “Think she’s starting to get off on this”.
Ron crouched down, and ran two fingers around her opening, gathering up some of the slime now puddling on the floor below. Taking a sniff, he chuckled, and crouched down by Cherrys head. He smeared some of the slime into her nose and mouth. “Smell and taste familiar?” he asked her, but she was too far gone to hear or understand.
She was shaking from head to toe, as the lance clawed at her insides, the vibrations from the flange had started a reaction she new was going to end in shame. Her clit had started with a mere tingle, but now was a raging volcano, her pussy lips chattering open and closed, her breasts shaking, her nipples a blur. She was humping back on the dildo now, desperate to cum.
Ron nodded to Jon and smiled.
Jon hit the button that killed the vibrations and reduced the spin cycle.
“No… please…I was so close” she squealed.
She was humping the rod, trying to reach her goal. She planted her feet firmly on the floor and her hips rose, thighs spread wide, sliding her pussy up and down the dildos length moaning at the loss of sensations.
Jon smirked and watched for a minute as she debased herself, then reaching across he hit the final button on the lance.
The dildo went from zero to double its previous speed, needle jets of punishing water spinning at a hundred cycles a second, the flange grinding on her clit and lips now vibrating and spinning as well, and from the head of the dildo emerged a two inch wide dome covered in stiff short bristles.The dome was spinning and thumping back and forth, smashing into her cervix, punching and ripping at it with brutal force.
They stared down at her humping pussy, her whole body rippling and spasmodically shaking, lost in overwhelming sensations. Grasping the lance in two hands, hardly able to hang on, the lance rattling the bones in his arms, he started to ram the dildo in and out of her frothing, dripping slit.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, as every muscle in her nubile body locked, and an orgasmic wave which started in her brain, crashed through every molecule of her body. She shuddered like she was plugged into the national grid as wave after wave thrashed through her being, until spent, she flopped to the floor, and Jon ripped the lance from her gaping dripping hole.
Jon nudged her in the side with the toe of his boot. “Sluts passed out” he said. “Time for the next scene - but first her tits need another shot” he said, producing a large hypodermic syringe. Cherry was so out of it she just murmured a sleepy “Oh”, as he sank the needle into the base of her left breast a good three inches, and then did the same to the right tit. “Pig bitch needs to earn her keep - feed all those hungry little piglets” he snickered.
Swiiick….swiiick…..swiiiiick….swiiik.
Cherry eyes flew open with a start as a fiery pain seared
across the tender crease between her buttocks and thighs.
“On your feet Piggy - time we had ourselves some intimate time together”.
Cherry was on her knees, forehead to the floor, her wrists tied together behind her, a rope rising to the ceiling, pulled tight and straining her arm sockets. Ron held onto the other end of the rope which passed over a pulley, keeping it taught.
“Up you come”. Pulling on the rope, her wrists rising, arm sockets threatening to dislocate. Jon laid another vicious welt across the top of her thighs with a thin whippy cane.
Swiiiiiick…a white line appearing, quickly turning an angry red.
“Aaaaargh….no please…please …fuck no..I am getting up!”
Cherrys legs flailing, trying to get her feet beneath her.
She was now on her feet, but the wrist bondage forced her to bow outwards, like the figurehead on an ancient galleon, her breasts swaying gently, thrust forward as if offering them to Jon. He grasped her nipples and yanked them upwards, the skin stretching as she was forced onto tip toes.
“I like my pigs a little younger, maybe fifteen or so - how old are you piggy?”
“Ah..ah.. please sir…twenty sir” she pleaded, tears draining from the corner of her eyes. Jon nodded to Ron, who pulled down on the rope, her wrists rising another few inches, and then he laid a horizontal line across the centre of her perfectly rounded bottom cheeks with the cane.
“Eeeeeygh ahah” she screamed, running on the spot on tip toes. “God …fuck…ah please…no more”.
“How old are you…think hard”.
“I am fifteen..fifteen..sir - please don’t hit me again” she cried, her bottom on fire.
“And..who..gave..you..permission..to..grow..these..huge..
tities” he asked, each word punctuated with vice like pull on her nipples. Cherry was thinking for the correct answer. What did he want her to say? Her mind racing in turmoil.
Jon nodded and Ron laid another stripe just below the first, her buttocks quivering from the blow.
“Eeeeeiiii” she screamed louder, dancing faster on the spot, her buttocks shaking ,hips twisting.
“You’ll have to answer quicker than that - its not a trick question piggy” he sneered.
“Nobody…nobody gave me permission” she blubbered.
“So you didn’t ask permission - you, or should I say they will have to be punished for your naughtiness” he said reaching down, pulling a tarpaulin from a device, which she was sure would bring her more pain and horror.
“Nipple and clit expansion, before we haul you up by these fat piggys” he said, raking his long filthy nails across her sweating tit flesh. It felt like her skin was being ripped and torn by animals, the flesh mauled and twisted in his ferocious grip. A clear plastic tube ran from the machine, and he waved it in front of her tearful eyes. She had no idea what it was for - what was the purpose of the tiny rubber ring, stretched around the open end of the tube?
With the toe of his boot he hit the red button on the machine, and it hummed into action, as he jabbed the tube at her bare tummy. The tube latched on, tugging at her belly, then he ripped it away, leaving a small round red circle just above her navel. He did this several more times, fascinated by the marks the sucking tube produced.
“Pick a nipple” he demanded, but she just stared at him in disbelief. “Makes no odds - they’re both gonna get stretched” he said, raising the tube and pushing it down over her right nipple. It snatched at her pliant bud, caught in the vacuum.
“Aaaah…oh..oh..oh..aaargheyieee” she screamed as the nipple was dragged into the tube, extending and turning red and swollen. Glancing down she could see it getting longer, beyond belief, until it reached almost an inch into the clear tube. “Excellent” Jon exclaimed, as his thumb and fore finger, rolled the the rubber ring from the tubing, to sit snuggly at the very base of her nipple, snapping down and gripping tightly the engorged flesh. Jon tugged at the tubing but it held fast. With a big hob nailed boot planted firmly on a thigh he leaned back, hauling on the tube as it stretched her nipple, nearly 2 inches long, before it hissed free. “Aaaah christ…no more…pleeeeease”.
Jon paid no attention as he stretched another rubber ring over the end of the tubing before raising it up, bringing it slowly to her left teat. “No…please …please not again….not..”.
The tube slurped, and dragged on her skin, yanking it hard and out, devouring her fleshy protuberance, until it reached its painful maximum length, the rubber ring snapped down onto its base. Jon left the tube hanging as he switched of the air pump, then ripped it away, easier now as the suction had stopped, but it still felt like hell as her nipple stretched and twisted and she screamed in agony.
Jons eyes were out on stalks as he rolled her nipples with his fingers, then squeezing and tugging. “Wow - look at these pig, nice and long, all the better for abuse”. Cherry stared down at her elongated nipples, and cried in disbelief at what he had done to her beautiful breasts.
“Now, just need to make the changes permanent” he said, again reaching into his holdall. He produced a wicked looking hypodermic syringe, and Cherry shuddered at the madness in his eyes as he approached.
“If you could just steady these fat pig udders” he said to Ron, “this needs to be precise - keep her still”.
Big hands grabbed her breasts from behind, holding her tits, fingers splayed either side of her nipples, keeping the erect teats still and ready for the needle.
Jon brought the syringe closer. “If we remove the rubber rings, your nipples will eventually shrink back to their normal size. This is a bit like a Botox injection - only permanent - now hold still, just a few small pricks - you’ll get the much larger pricks later” said Jon laughing at his own sick joke.
With his tongue out in concentration, he brought the needle closer, Cherry whimpering, as he slowly sank the tip into the base of her nipple, just above the rubber ring, then another injection about half way along her extended teat, and finally, and more painful, he pushed the needle down into her breast through the tip. “Eiieeeeeeya…please…” It sank into her nipple about half an inch, adding another dose.
He repeated the procedure to her other nipple, as Cherry stared down in disbelief and horror at what he was doing to her. She would look like a freak she thought - “he is turning me into some kind of perverts dream - a fantasy figure to be wanked over”.
“Perfect” hissed Jon, “now time for the clit enhancement - give you something to suck on Ron”.
Ron hands released her tits, both hands grabbing a thigh and scissoring them apart, a knee in the small off her back, thrusting her mound forward. The air pump hissed into life again, Jon with the clear tube, crouching and spreading her pussy open with thumb and forefinger, then slowly bringing the sucking tip closer and closer to her clit. Then, “squelch” and pain as the little nub of flesh was drawn into and up the tubing. “Aaaaargh…jesus…no..please that hurts…pleeeese stop”. Cherry stared down, panting and mewling through gritted teeth, trying to ride the agony, as she watched her clit expand and lengthen, drawn up the tube until it was the size of a newborns little finger. Jon rolled the tiny rubber ring down onto the base of her protruding clit, then switched off the compressor, the tubing hanging down between her thighs, the vacuum in the clear plastic latched on firmly. With a perverted leer, he pulled on the imprisoning tube, looking into her pleading wet eyes, as he started pulling harder, then harder still, the tube refusing to let go.
“Eieeeeeegh…oh god..ohgodd…Aaaarrrrrgh..stop…god…no please stop….you’re pulling it off”.
With a sadistic yank, he ripped the tube from her quaking mound, her eyes snapped down, relieved her clit was still intact, but horrified to see it poking a good inch beyond her perfect clam like pussy. Now she really felt like a sideshow freak - the big nipple and clit girl. Step up folks, just a dollar to give em a pull.
Jon was between her thighs, wielding the syringe, eyeing her long erect nub. “Now this is gonna hurt - so much more sensitive down here”. Pinching the tip of her clit to hold her steady, he drove the needle into the base. Cherrys thighs locked solid, muscles tense, as she let out an almighty scream - “Yyyyaaaaaaagh”, then another as the needle prodded and pierced her clit half way up. The final injection in through the tip was more than she could stand, her bladder releasing a powerful stream of piss splashing directly onto Jon’s face. She screamed so loud she could hear the dogs howling in unison somewhere way above her up in the house, as Jon lapped and gargled the golden shower as if in ecstasy.
Jon slurped at her pussy as the flow subsided, then gave her huge clit a painful nip as she groaned then yelped at the sudden pain.
Standing before her, he rolled her nipples until she started to squirm. “These” he said, tugging on her teats, “are gonna need a bit of agitation for the chemicals to do a proper job - same goes for this” he jeered, giving her clit a painful flick of a finger.
“Now where is that “special bra” that I reserve for naughty big tited pigs”. He reached down into the holdall of horror
retrieving some kind of metal contraption, made of stainless steel that glinted in the overhead lights. He held it up for her to see, her eyes round with fear, wondering what its purpose was. Two lengths of shining metal about 20 inches long. One length was about 6 inches deep, and had a slight curve to it, the other a flat plate with a V section welded to the length of it. The ends of the device held together with bolts and large wing nuts.
“Time for your bra fitting” he muttered, spinning the wing nuts so the parts separated.
Cherry watched in terror as she realised the purpose of the metal monster. “No..no..please..please don’t put that thing on me” she cried, but even as she spoke he was reaching froward, sliding the curved plate under her supple defenceless tits, until the metal pressed against her rib cage. The upper section, sat across the expanse of her high firm flesh.
Humming to himself he started to spin the wing nuts. First one side, then the other. Left, right, left right as her breasts started to be squeezed, the V in the upper section digging into the slopes of her smooth skin.
“Fucking tits are so huge they are trying to slip out” he grunted. Ron tied off the rope holding her wrists aloft, then stood behind her. Reaching around he pulled on the tit presses ends, holding the device against her upper chest and ribs below. Cherry stared down at her proud boobs, long nipples quivering, as Jon continued turning the screws - licking his lips and drooling in anticipation as her breasts started to bulge out, turning a dark red, the areola spreading under the strain.
“Please…no tighter..please please sir…” she pleaded, frightened she would be disfigured, or maybe her tits would just drop off.
“Nearly there, just a few more turns, then I think you need a good arse fucking”.
Jon stood back, spittle running down his chin, eyes wide and crazy as he looked at her pitiful expression, her breasts held tight in the “special bra”. Cherry felt like her tits were going to explode, ballooning out between the vice jaws, her enhanced nipples throbbing.
Ron was lowering three cables from an overhead pulley, the two outer cables had gymnast rings on them. The centre cable he threaded through holes in the centre of her tit cage, tying it off securely. Jon busied himself with two lengths of similar cables, encircling her ankles and tying the ends off to steel rings set in the concrete floor about 3 feet apart - about a foot of slack laying on the floor.
“No…please ..what.. what…are you doing…please ….” Her voice was cut off as Ron pulled on the end of the centre cord, sinew and muscle in his arms locking as he heaved her up, her weight supported by her bulging breasts.
“Aaaargh….noooooo….please..you will kill me…”she cried out, her breasts felt as though they were tearing from her. Jon just stood and gloated, running a hand up and down his fat long limp cock.
Ron kept on hauling her up, until the slack in the ankle cords was taken up and taut. He then released the cord binding her wrists.
“We are not cruel men” he lied. “Look up, and grab onto the steel rings above you. A gymnast like you should be able to take the strain off of those tits” he said, watching as she grabbed onto the rings, sweat poring down her body as she heaved herself up. Hanging about a foot off the floor she looked like she had performed a spectacular star jump.
“Now’s the time for that butt fuck I have been promising”. Jon was holding yet another hypodermic, stretching his cock with one hand, the needle poised at the base of his groin. “ED got me a while back, same as Ron, but unlike Ron who has gone to very extreme measures, I find this does the job very nicely, and it stays up and ready for hours - many a piggy has screamed on the end of this”. The needle broke skin and the hypo injected its load, Jon masturbating furiously as his penis went from soft to iron bar hard in a few seconds.
Even with the strain of holding herself up, taking the weight from her aching breasts, she couldn’t help but glance down, and gasped when she saw the size of his cock. The fat plum red and purple head seeping fluid had to be at least 2 inches across, maybe 3 inches where it flared out to its rim, and the shaft was long and gnarled, thick piano wire veins running up and down its length. She couldn’t imagine it would fit into her pussy - let alone her bottom.
Jon went behind her, fingers playing up and down her painfully spread body.
Ron was now at her front, reaching around her hips, a handful of butt cheek in his big alien like paws, he pulled her bottom apart, cool air fluttering across her exposed anus. Then he dragged her towards him, Cherry realising the that the cords were some kind of bungee rope, her arms and legs were bowed back, her encaged tits thrust forward. The cords seemed to have reached their utmost give as Ron held her in place like a human catapult.
Jon was running his engorged cock up and down her bottom crack, the head spreading thick amounts of pre cum. He then nestled his big fat penis head against her anus, looking down at Rons hands holding her spread, knuckles white. He used two thumbs either side of her opening, pulling her anal ring open, lodging his cock in place. “Let her rip” he shouted, Ron releasing his hold, the elasticated rope dragging her back, only Jons cock keeping her bowed out. She was clenching down tight, anything to stop his entry into her bowels.
“Na..na..no..it wont fit.. pleeeeze …stop” she screamed, perspiration running in rivulets down her back, and bottom crack, pooling around the fat cock head.
“Time for the quirt” Jon shouted, holding his ground against the pull of the cords, “And lube”.
Ron handed his brother a spray bottle, who looked down and grinned, as he sprayed a liberal amount of lube to Cherrys anal ring and the length of his penis. The head slipped in a few millimetres, then stopped.
Ron stood before Cherry, flailing something around in the air that made a swishing and fluttering sound. Eyes closed and with gritted teeth concentrating on clenching her bottom she paid no attention.
“As Jon said, your nipples and clit need agitating for the chemicals to take proper effect.
He was holding a 2 foot long leather quirt, the business end the shape of a Eucalyptus leaf. Made of leather it was about a quarter inch thick, with a split down the middle, which made a fluttering sound, the two halves parting as they passed through the air. When they reached a target the halves would strike as two and then snap together.
“Five on each nipple, and as many on your clit thats needed to get Jon off” he said drawing back the quirt.
Zzzzzzzist
Cherrys left teat exploded in pain as the leather bit into both sides of her nipple then snapped together, grasping and tearing at it as the blade was yanked away.
She screamed and jolted, thrashing in mid air, all thoughts of her bottom rape gone.
Jons cock breached her anal ring, half the head buried in her bottom, massaging his glans as she thrashed about. The elastic cords drawing her back onto his ram rod length.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzist
Jon stood his ground, hips thrust forward letting her do all the work as his cock slid in further, her ring wrapped around the widest part of his glans.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzist
Cherry screamed, bucking backwards as the head of Jons penis stabbed through her defences, her anus snapping tight over the rim of his glans. He grinned, watching her bottom sliding down the length of his shaft until it was fully embedded in her colon.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzist
Jons penis massaged by her clenching innards as she screamed and rode the wave of pain ripping through her breast. With a hand on each hip he thrust her forward, the elastic cords giving as she was bowed forward, his groin pummelling her bottom as he fucked her hard and deep. Stepping back until just the head was buried in her spasming ring, he released her hips.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzist. The quirts halves split and landed either side of her tortured nipple, then snapped together, grasping the delicate bud like red hot pincers, the rubber ring torn away, her flesh now weeping, tender and burning.
Then screaming and twitching she slid back down Jons entire length. “Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgh”. She wailed to the rafters, her arms aloft, hands gripping the steel rings, knuckles white, keeping her weight from tearing at her crushed tits.
With gritted teeth she roused all her strength, her muscles burning in effort, she hauled herself upwards, Jons cock slowly emerging from her raw anus, just the fat pulsing head held tight.
“Down ya go piggy”. Ron delivered two quick blows to her right nipple.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzist - Zzzzzzzzzzzzzist.
In shock and agonising pain Cherrys hands slipped from the rings, and she plummeted down, spearing her bottom on Jons cock, the fat head straitening out her innards, punching up to her tummy.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzist - Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzist.
She bounced up and down, her breasts wrenched about in jolting pain, Jons cock massaged by the her agonising motion.
With each upwards bounce she tried to grab at the rings, and it wasn’t until the third bounce she managed to grab one with her left hand, hauling herself up then grabbing the the other support.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzist. Ron delivered a viscous blow that tore away the rubber ring, ripping it up the length of her nipple. She glanced down through tear filled eyes, saddened and shocked to see her teat remained stiff and protruding with no signs of it shrinking back to its normal size.
Jon arched her forwards, sinking his entire length into her sore opening, offering her up to Ron.
Ron was on his knees, eyeing up her distended clit, the quirt raised back over one shoulder.
Cherry stared down, biting at her lip, perspiration running down her thighs, knowing what was coming, a clit flogging until Jon came deep in her guts.
“Noooooo……please don’t do it…..I am begging you..ple….”
The twin leather blades fluttered as they scythed through the air like an approaching Hornet.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzit…..
“Eeeeyiiiiiiahaaaaa…..” Her clit ripped at, throbbing, dragged downwards, then springing back to attention, awaiting the next terrible blow.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzit. A precise uppercut, Jon feeling the draft of air as the quirt passed by his balls.
She screamed like hell, stomach rippling, her insides clenching onto the piercing cock, massaging its full throbbing length. “Fuck that feels good” he shouted to his brother. “Faster and harder - this bitch is gonna get her insides hosed down pretty soon”.
Feet firmly planted, he thrust her forwards, cock head wedged deep inside.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzist - Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzst.
A left and right blow to her towering clit, Cherry hysterical, as the whip set her insides clenching, dragging on the rampant cock, squeezing down on the sensitive glans.
Ron grinned at her agonised pussy, noticing the clear sticky fluid smearing her inner thighs. “Looks like we have a pain slut on our hands” he sneered, raising the quirt, then slashing it down directly over her clit, the two halves leaving identical red marks.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzist.
“Oh fuck….fuck…fuck….no..please….ah…ahh..dont….stop” she bellowed. But deep in her pussy she felt a burning need rising up, like electricity, tingling up her spine, waves crashing through her brain, unfocused eyes seeing stars. “No no” she thought - her mind scrambled, “this cant be happening - can’t cum like this, its not me, this can’t be right”. Jon was grunting behind her, his cock wrapped in the grasping fist of her colon.
ZZZZZZZZZzist……Zzzzzzzzzzist…..Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzit.
A left and right blistering swipe, then a knee trembling upper cut, her pussy started gushing, her whole insides sending a tremor through her belly, drawing on that big cock, till she felt her insides awash, as his fat glans sprayed rope after rope of scalding semen deep into her stomach.
“Fuck yeh” he shouted, “Take it all pig”, his hands steadying her hips in a brutal squeeze, as she tried to get some friction on her needing, quaking clit.
She was on the edge, so close, but unable to step over as Jon pulled out, a torrent of cum, pouring down her thighs. Gathering up a handful, he stepped round and forced his spent jizz into her gaping mouth.
She just hung there, a crying used mess. Her mind broken and elsewhere.
“Right - lets get this piggy spread open”. “We have another adjustment to make” he said, looking into her distant, uncomprehending eyes.
Someone launched a bucket of cold water at her, and she spluttered, her hair spraying droplets into a halo around her head, as she stepped back into reality.
“Please….no more….you’ve had your fun….please let me go”, she murmured, knowing her wishes were falling on deaf ears.
“Ok - we will leave you alone if you beg us to use your sister instead”.
Cherrys mind was racing. Her sister?She was away with her parents. Safe. How could they….?
“I know what you are thinking, but we have your phone. All sorts of tricks and ruses can be played using texting”.
“No” she screamed, “I wont do it - leave her alone”.
“Suit yourself - but you will beg us to use her instead of you- eventually”! That “Eventually” sounding horribly ominous.
“We will start on your cervix then” said Jon, waving yet another of his horrible syringes.
Ron lowered her down, her feet finding cold concrete, the rings swaying high above her as she sank to her knees. Jon stood over her, his cock still rock hard, dripping and sticky.
“Clean me off” he said, thrusting his filthy cock towards her mouth. Cherry turned her head away, the fat head of his penis stabbing her in the cheek. “No” she murmured defiantly.
Ron was on her in an instant, a big hand splayed across her forehead, long boney fingers pulling her eyes open wide.
Jon brought the syringe closer, the needle approaching her eye. She whimpered as it came closer and closer.
“If I inject your eyelids you will never be able to close your eyes again. Wont even be able to blink”. The needle millimetres from her pupil.
“No no please don’t - I’ll do it…pleeeeese” she begged.
His cock was at her lips again. “Nice and clean then - and don’t forget my balls.
With a sigh of defeat she opened wide, her lips sinking down over the purple head, tongue lashing around, sucking for all she was worth. With a hand on the back of her head, he guided her down over his entire length, plugging her throat as she sucked and swallowed. It was difficult to breathe, her breasts aching and numb, flattened in the steel press. Jon pulled out and offered up his balls. “Give em a nice warm bath”. Ron jammed his fingers into the corners of her mouth, pulling outwards, her face now like a grinning gargoyle, as his brother eased both his balls into her salivating hole. She sucked and licked, pubic hairs coating her mouth and between her teeth until he was satisfied and pulled out.
Ron quickly bound her wrists together, figure of eight, chafing her skin, fingers turning numb.
“Oh please can you remove this…I have lost all feeling” she said nodding down at the tit press.
“No feeling you say”? He turned the wing nuts clockwise, and she cried out as the bars mashed her flesh down even tighter, gripping her tits in their torturing embrace. Her long nipples seemed to quiver of their own accord.
“Aaaaaaarrrrgh…stop it…please stop”.
“They still seem to have plenty of feeling” he chuckled, rolling and tugging on her new teats.
“Anywho - lets get this off and you up there again”.
He twirled the retaining nuts, her breasts expanding from their flattened state, and then the pain hit her, as the blood rushed back in like a thunderous storm. Her tits on fire, every nerve ending felt like it was doused in acid. Cherry was screaming as he raised her wrists, threading an S hook through the bindings, then hauled her up, feet kicking as they once again left the floor. When her dainty toes were a foot above the ground he stopped, securing the end of the rope.
Jon and Ron each took an ankle, binding them with several turns of rough hemp, which they then passed through wall mounted rings, set at hip height either side of her.
“Lets see how bendy she really is - should be able to do the splits no problem” she heard one of them say.
Cherry was not paying attention, the sea of agony in her breasts, only just subsiding. It wasn’t until her legs started to part, that she looked around at their grinning faces, each of them pulling on their ropes.
Each ankle was pulled outwards and started to rise, inch by inch, then foot by foot as they put their backs into the task.
Her hips starting to ache, her thighs stretched and rippled, muscles taut, tendons in her calves, twitching and cramping.
“Please don’t….dont hurt me…why…what are you doing..please let me down” she cried out as she felt cool air playing over her parting pussy.
“You can always relieve the strain” Jon laughing ,as he tied off the limb he’d been raising, now perfectly horizontal. “Just pull yourself up by your wrists”.
With one final heave, Ron tied off his rope, then stood back to admire her hanging, defenceless and dishevelled. A perfect upside down T. Arms vertical and straining, legs doing an impossible mid air splits. Her head was thrown back, jaw clenched, a sea of sweat bathing her skin, shining in the overhead lights like baby oil.
Jon was between her legs, with another of his beloved devices. A steel ring, about six inches across, with many crocodile clips hanging by short elasticated strings dangling from its circumference. Either side was a set of long thin leather straps.
“Just need to open you up piggy” he snickered, holding the ring tight over her vulnerable split pussy. Ron passed one pair of leather straps around a straining thigh, knotting it off by her hip, then did the same the other side. After making several adjustments, pulling and tightening the leathers, the ring was tight against her groin.
“Now for the fun part” - Jon holding a crocodile clip, a finger in her hole, spreading her open, snapping the clip over her Labia. Letting go of the clip, the elastic pulled her lip out towards the ring. “Ah…ah..pleeeese..that hurts”.
Ignoring her plea, he attached another clip to the other Labia, smiling as it was dragged taut to the ring. Four more clips were applied, top and bottom of each straining lip, the exposed inner skin pink and silky.
Two fingers slid into her pussy, pulling on an inner lip, the jaws of the crocodile clip wide, as he very slowly let it close painfully over the tender flesh. She screamed and cried as the lip was dragged out and over her outer lip on shorted elasticated string. He repeated the torture, her other lip ripped from the confines of its home, then four more clips were attached, top and bottom.
Her clit stood tall and exposed, a one inch bundle of sensitive nerves.
“Watch this piggy” - and when she didn’t look down he started plucking at the elasticated strings playing her cunt like a harp.She cried out, her body bucking and shaking, her vagina wide and gaping.
“Aaaargh…oh…fuck…watching…I’m watching…please..you will rip me”.
Looking down, she saw that he held one last clip - jaws open wide.
“This is just for fun - not really needed”.
He moved the clip lengthwise over her clitoris, and looked up at her, a sadistic grin spread across his pointy jaw, crazy eyes glazed over in lust.
“Noooooo…..
