Debby flinched, then screamed again when she felt the serrated jaws of the pliers pinch her other ass cheek. What she thought was pain before, was nothing compared to the spasms of sheer torture that now riddled her guts.
"God!" she wailed, feeling drops of sweat fall from her forehead and trickle into her eyes. "Stop! God, please, dear Jesus, stop!"
Greg laughed and pinched her again, leaving a small, red welt. He knew exactly how to torture her, too. By nipping at her soft yielding flesh and twisting slightly, he could inflict the greatest pain with hardly any damage.
"Hey, you're fucking my cock real good," Greg said, watching her squirm in agony over his middle.
Debby was gasping and panting as if she'd run ten miles, her face pasty white from the electric-like jolts of pain that continued to stab into her body. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and her ass hurt so bad that she forgot all about the pressure of his cock inside her cunt.
"Please don't do that," Debby begged. "Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it, I promise. Anything. But, God, stop!"
"I want to hear you scream, baby," Greg chuckled. "Just like you're doing." He pinched her again, holding the flesh for almost a full ten seconds. "Like that," he whispered, his eyes glinting with lust, listening to her screams for mercy.
At last, he pulled the pliers away and placed them at his side. He then put his hands on her hips and crushed her body down on his crotch. The full length of his cock was fucked to the hilt. The pressure of his hands caused the ropes that held her legs in a splits position to stretch tight as violin strings.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Debby cried, the pain moving from her ass to her cunt.
"Now you hop around on me and fuck my cock real good, baby," Greg said, "and I won't have to use the pliers again. But I'm warning you, slut. If you don't do the best job in the world, I'm gonna stick the pliers up your ass and pull out your asshole."
Debby thought her mind was going to explode with terror. And, although pain flooded into her body like liquid fire, she knew she had to somehow please him, no matter how much her pussy hurt. The pain in her cunt was nothing compared to what those pliers had done. Her ass was still throbbing as if she'd received a thousand bee stings.
"I'll try," she said as she squirmed over his rock-hard cock. "Oh, God, don't hurt me again with those pliers. I'll do my best."
"Let's both hope that's good enough," Greg said, lifting his hands from her hips, sliding them up the sides of her body. He grabbed for her tits. He kneaded them gently at first, then with harder pressure. "Now get after it, whore!"
The ropes cut into the flesh of her ankles, but Debby began bouncing up and down as fast as she could to do as he asked. It was an almost impossible task, but if she leaned slightly forward and held her tied hands down on the headboard, she could just manage it.
"You're not fast enough," Greg said, reaching down for the pliers with his right hand. "You're gonna have to do a lot better, little baby."
As he spoke, he slid the metal pliers over her side, then poked the closed jaws into the soft, yielding flesh of her right tit. Slowly, he opened the serrated jaws and moved the instrument over her silky tit, toward her tiny pink nipple.
Debby looked down and felt a shiver of horror race up and down her spine. The jaws of the pliers looked like the narrow mouth of some savage animal. Eyen before the jagged edges of the jaws closed in around her nipple, she knew the pain was going to explode with unbelievable power.
"I'll go faster!" she shrieked, feeling the metal slowly eat into the rubbery texture of her nipple. "God, just give me a chance, I promise I'll… Godddddddd!"
The pain that shot into her body was even more terrible than she had imagined. The pain burned into her body like boiling acid. Her scream soon turned into a silent shriek of the damned.
"Oh, that's it, baby, move it like that," Greg laughed, feeling her bounce around in agony. "That's how I like my cock worked on."
Debby didn't care if she tore her legs from, her body. Anything to keep him from doing that thing with the pliers. She pulled, tugged, thrashed about wildly, and sucking on his cock with her tightly flexed cunt muscles until they burned with exhaustion.
"Hey, now you've got it," Greg laughed, thoroughly enjoying her misery. "Just a little faster, OK?"
Debby gave it her all, using every ounce of strength she could muster. Soon her entire body was exhausted, but she knew she had to go on. Already he was sliding the horrible pliers over toward her other tit.
"I'm doing it, OK?" she said, her eyes glassy with fear. "Don't hurt me again please?"
"I might consider it," Greg said. "But I want to hear you say how much you like it. You know, tell me how big my cock is and how you just can't wait to crawl around and eat on my ass and suck me off and stuff."
"I love your cock," Debby began, spitting the words out like bullets, her gaze on the pliers as they played at the nipple of her left tit. "I want to suck you and crawl around and lick your ass and, Jesus, don't, and I'll suck your cum, and, God, Greg, don't…"
A hot explosion of pain shot into her chest, causing her to flinch, then buck. Her words trailed off to a raspy grunt, making her throat raw.
"You gotta dolt with feeling, sweets. I gotta know you like it. You can't just repeat the words. Feeling, slut," Greg laughed. "Now try again."
"Jesus, dear Jesus," Debby moaned, hoping desperately to satisfy his sadistic desires. "I want to lick out your asshole, you big bastard. I want to crawl around and suck your cock and cum, and fuck me, God, fuck me hard right now."
To her enormous relief, Greg dropped the pliers. She then moaned loudly and snapped her head back, wondering if it was almost over. Her body was sticky and glistening with sweat, every cell on fire with agony.
"Keep moving, whore," Greg said. "Or do you want the pliers again?"
Debby again used every ounce of her remaining strength to please him. She knew she must have been doing a pretty good job, for his cock was so rigid that his prick felt like steel inside her pussy. His thick cockhead was already throbbing, ready to burst with a fresh load of cum.
"Here," Greg said, lifting his right foot and slightly bending his knee. "Suck on my toes while you fuck me, baby. Wash 'em up good, too."
Without even considering the caked dirt on his toes, Debby gobbled his toes into her mouth and began washing them hungrily with her darting tongue. Then, when she'd done a thorough job on them, he pushed his other foot into her face. She licked it clean, too.
"Ahhhh, that's so good, sweet bitch," Greg said, placing his hands on her hips. "And now that you've been such a good little girl, I'm gonna give you a hot load of cum."
With the last few words, Debby felt his cockshaft jerk, then explode with savage warmth. The man's cum boiled upward with such force that she felt as if his cum might even eat through her flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, feeling the pain subside. His cum let his cock fuck in and out more easily, almost pleasurably. Although she didn't have a climax, the relief from pain was almost as nice. She moaned again and went limp, her legs pulling hard on the ropes to her sides.
"Unh, keep shaking it, bitch," Greg commanded, jerking her ass down hard. "Still a little more up here."
At last, he fucked in the remaining cum, then fell back, his chest heaving with satisfaction. His hands slowly fell away from her hips and rested on the sheets.
With no pliers on her tits and his cock slowly growing soft, Debby felt a wave of pleasure herself. It was over, thank God. Finally over. She wouldn't ever be able to do that again, she was certain.
It had to be over!
"I'm a little fucked out," Greg said, slipping from under her body and sitting cross legged behind her. "You still want some more cock? I could call one of the guys in here."
"No," Debby whispered, her throat raw from screaming. "I'd just like to leave."
"Hell, baby, I got all kinds of tricks planned for the weekend." Greg laughed. "You're gonna have to stick around."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Debby asked, feeling tears of anguish sting her cheeks.
"You know, chick," Greg said, an edge of steel in his tone, "the whole time I was in the joint, I'd lay awake at night and think of the things I was gonna do to you. At first, I thought I'd just beat the shit out of you. And then I got to thinking. No, I'll just make her pay real slow. I got this weekend planned like a fucking rocket launching."
"Oh, God, help me," Debby prayed softly. "I can't take anymore. I'll die, I know I will."
"OK, whore, let's get those ropes off you," Greg said, reaching for her wrists.
She was almost certain that if he untied her, he would only tie her up again, probably do something even more horrible, if that were possible.
"On the floor," Greg said, pushing her roughly off the bed. "On your fucking all fours, bitch!"
Again he placed the rope on her body. This time, however, he made a noose and slipped it around her neck. He pulled it tight enough to cause a burning pain in her throat, but not tight enough to cut off her air or cut into her flesh.
"What… now?" she asked, choking, her eyes filled with tears.
"You're gonna trot alongside me, baby," Greg said, kicking her on the ass, "because you're my pet pig. And when I say, 'here, piggy', you're gonna squeal just like a pig."
"Squeal?" Debby cried.
"Hell, oink, I don't care. Do whatever pigs do, that's all." Greg laughed. "Now, let's go, piggy. I want to show you off to my buddies."
Debby couldn't imagine being more humiliated and degraded. To be led around in front of his friends and made to squeal like a pig! She wouldn't do it! She would rather die first!
"I won't," she said, her voice a whisper. "I can't!"
"Let's see if you won't or can't," Greg said, reaching for the pliers.
He reached down and pinched the jaws of the instrument into the tender flesh of her shitter.
"Hey, baby, you can do it," he laughed, hearing the high-pitched squeal.
"I'll do it, Goddammit, I'll do it!" Debby cried, feeling her insides explode with agony.
"OK, then let's go, little piggy," Greg said, pulling the rope. "Now let's hear you oink once more for me, sort of like a practice oink." Debby somehow managed to snort like what she thought a pig would which was met with loud laughter. She was then pulled from the room and down the hall.
"Hey guys, look what I got here," Greg called. "Look at my pet piggy. Oink for them, little piggy."
Although Debby's mind burst with humiliation and shame, she snorted like a pig. Again her sound was met with laughter. She was commanded to repeat the sound and did.
"Hey, is that all your pig, or is she anybody's pig?" the blond man on the couch said, his mouth wide with a grin.
"Hell, I don't know. You like her?" Greg said.
"Yeah, I could use some strange stuff," the blond man said. "Can I have her?"
"You like the big man, little piggy?" Greg said, leaning down and smiling in Debby's face.
Debby was too humiliated, too ashamed even to speak. How could he do this awful thing to her? She felt cheap and dirty and used.
"She's a little shy," Greg said, "but if you know how to treat her, she fucks like a bandit."
"Well, let me at her," the blond man said, taking the rope from Greg's hand. "I think I'll have myself a tasty piece of ham."
"Hey, Todd," Greg said as the man led Debby back toward the bedroom. "No funny stuff, understand?"
"Hey, man, you know me," Todd said, grinning.
"I'm serious. I want her alive when I fuck her again," Greg warned.
Debby couldn't believe their conversation. Was this man so terrible that even Greg was afraid he might hurt her? And him, the pain freak!
Debby wondered what chance she would have if she jumped to her feet and bolted for the door – probably nil. She would have to somehow get past that woman and the other man – and Greg.
No, she would be led into the bedroom and be fucked again. And when he was finished with her, what then? The other man? By then, would Greg be ready to fuck again?
"Oh my God," Debby moaned, feeling the rope jerk against her neck.
"Let's go, bitch," Todd commanded, opening the bedroom door and kicking her inside. "Ah, now we're all alone."
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Debby asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Oh, Jesus, don't hurt me. Just let me go, please."
"First thing I'm gonna do is make sure you don't scream too much," Todd said.
He kicked off his right boot, then his dirty sweat sock. While holding the back of her head with his left hand, he crammed the dirty sock into her mouth with the right.
"There," he said, his eyes lighting up. "Now we can have all kinds of fun, baby."
Debby was picked up off the floor and thrown through the air, landing on the bed with a thud. She quickly scurried up against the headboard and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. A choking moan of terror escaped her lips.
"Did Greg tell you my specialty?" Todd said, quickly undressing. "I'm a real ass man. And baby, you've got a real wild-looking ass."
With horrified fascination, Debby watched him remove the rest of his clothes. Under other circumstances, he would have been a real turn on because he was a muscular giant, blond as a Viking, and his cock was thick and meaty, bobbing above two golden-haired balls. A fan of curly, light-brown hair swept over his muscular chest. Now, however, his body only filled her with terror…
"Mmmffff!" Debby choked through the dirty sock when she saw him pull a long black object from the back pocket of his greasy jeans.
"In case you're wondering," Todd said, approaching the bed, "this here is a blackjack. It's used for knocking heads mostly. But I sometimes use it to plug up pussy while I ass fuck."
Before Debby could react, he was on her like a springing tiger, his meaty arms crushing her to his body. After running his mouth over her tits and the side of her neck, he pushed her down on the bed, then rolled her to her stomach. He then sat down on her ass and began tying her hands to the edges of the bed frame. When the knots were secure, he turned and tied her feet to the opposite corners.
"Now you hang onto those ropes, you pig bitch," Todd said, "because you're gonna get a fucking that'll keep you fucked for a month."
When Debby felt his hairy legs against the insides of her thighs, she bucked and writhed, the back of her mouth burning with the coppery taste of ultimate terror.
And then the man touched her.