The woman had no idea how long she had lain there. When she blinked her eyes open and came to, Christine saw they had righted the frame. She was once more in an upright position, her arms still high over her head and spread out, fastened to either end of the inner frame. Sobbing, she dropped her head and looked down, seeing several frazzled cunthairs burned back. There was still some pain from the fire. But nothing permanent in the realm of damage had been done, it seemed. In spite of all the woman could still feel a rutting warmth radiating all over her cunt. The firecrackers, if anything, had increased her sexual arousal!
"What are you going to do? Oh please, let me go from here. Please. I promise I won't say anything," Christine begged, hoping at least in one part of her mind the brothers wouldn't listen to her. Something perverse was twisting her thoughts, making her relish every bound moment of this horror show. She saw the twisted smiles on their faces and felt another twinge in her cunt. Yes, they were going to hold her there yet a little longer. Ed hadn't satisfied himself yet, and it appeared that Brad had a hard prick he wanted fucked into her cunt again. Christine shuddered – from arousal, not from fear as she hung there, naked and exposed before the brothers.
"Let's hose the bitch down first… gotta clean her off and maybe cool her down. Can't have her burnin' up our dicks," Ed said.
"Yeah… let's get the garden hose up there," Brad said, shoving a box to one side and standing up.
Christine watched as Brad stretched one hand up to a high shelf, nearly toppling from the crate as he pulled down a coiled green hose with a large brass nozzle on one end.
"Fuckin' nearly broke my neck on that one," he said, pushing his hand through his black hair while his younger brother uncoiled the hose.
"Ohhhhh…" Christine groaned.
What were they talking about? She watched with growing interest as Ed unraveled the hose while Brad held the nozzle end, pulling the long green tube over to a double wash basin near the water heater.
"Called those sewer unplugger guys the other month to clean out the drain. Good thing I did," Brad said, nodding toward a round small drain some five feet in front of the hanging Christine.
"Hose down the pig, then we fuck the shit outta her," Ed said, reaching over and turning one of the spigots on all the way.
Christine heard the hissing of water filling the hose. A few sputters coughed at the nozzle as Brad directed the end at her. Suddenly a blast of hot water splashed hard against her ribcage. Tensing her muscles, pulling at the cutting thongs, the woman opened her mouth in surprise, only to be rewarded for that error with a throatful of water.
"Yaghghgh… no, no…"
She twisted her head to one side, her blonde hair tangling wetly around her ears and throat while she coughed violently to rid her mouth of the water. The woman struggled to keep free of that awful spray as Brad played it up and down over her body.
"No, oh noooo…" she cried.
It was hot, very, very hot. The steaming jet of water roared and splashed all around her, sometimes missing her body entirely, other times hitting her squarely in the belly like a fist and knocking the wind from her. Brad was moving the stream up and down now, at times hitting her ankles with it, making the inner frame groan and start to tilt back. At that moment her body would bend out and down, pulling hard and painfully against her wrists and making the young woman cry out in agony. Then Brad would direct the stream up at her wrists, righting her once more. They altered that way, confusing the blonde, making Christine scream with pain and fear.
And then Christine found Brad directing the stream down at her thighs, moving it up until it was hitting her cunt! The stinging droplets were like needles, almost as severe as those firecrackers that had exploded between her pussylips. The water hit her like a hammer, opening her cuntlips and setting off a lewd flash of fire in her clit. Christine pulled and yanked at those ropes, her open mouth letting out a weird cry of delight.
The blast of water was hot enough to make Christine squirm. She rolled and jerked against the framework, trying to slide her cunt away from the moving stream. Again her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders while that delicious stream was starting to lick her into high arousal.
"Uhhhhh…" she groaned.
Brad shot the water straight up between her long thighs. Christine closed her eyes, tensing her arms, feeling herself actually hunching back at it. How that blast of hot water was like a tongue, licking into her pussy, touching her clit, stimulating those nerves that had been teased for too long! Yes, fucking, fucking, she was fucking a stream of water!
"Ohhhhhh yes, yes…"
Christine gasped, her slick body swinging like a pendulum under the pounding stream. Her flesh reddened more and more as the water struck her hard on her belly, her tits, her thighs.
"Keep it up there, man… yeah, she likes it around the cunt and tits," Ed said, watching in fascination as the woman reacted to his brother's torment.
Desperately Christine tried to keep her face away. But there was no chance for her. She had to stand like that, her arms and legs helpless while the water splashed teasingly over her body. All the muscles in her body worked as water splashed into her nostrils, her eyes, her mouth.
Clouds of steam began rising from under her feet from the combination of hot water and cold concrete. The hose blasted now against the woman's tits. She felt her nipples driving into the flesh of her tits under that attack. The frame rattled even more as Christine threw her body to the right, then to the left. She felt her tits aching with lust. If only they would turn off the water and take her. Yes, take her, fuck her there in the dirt, in the basement like some kind of animal. For, that was what they were. Animals! Rutting animals! They should fuck like them.
"Go for it, baby…" one of them muttered.
Christine was panting as much from excitement as from the heat of the hose. And her breathing became more labored as the heavy flow of water landed on her clit and cunthole. She was moving her hips again, letting them hunch up and down in a shameful fucking movement. It was an insane heat, a wild arousal! Her head lolled forward, then fell back while the streams of water bounced off her tits, then struck at the base of her throat before going back to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck," she moaned, her whispers drowned out by the hissing spray.
It was horrible, horrible and yet delightful.
She could feel an orgasm building up in her cunt. Yes, an actual climax because of that rushing water splashing so wonderfully around her pussy and clit. It wouldn't be long before those delicious contractions would tear through her mind and body. She hoped Brad would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, the woman knew she would surely go mad with lust.
Christine twisted her hips around, actually seeking out the stream now. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. Then mass of feelings in her crotch increased, burning to a pinpoint of concentration. How deliciously the water beat at her clit, softening but yet rising as Christine writhed to get the flow onto the mouth of her pussy.
And then it was gone. The water was spattering the wall to her right. The sudden halt of the heat in her cunt made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip. And then the stream was back, sending her higher than before. Brad was taking careful aim with the hose, seeing what was happening to her.
Again the hose blasted onto her tits. Christine felt the water lingering around her nipples a little longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up to her face. The full swell of her tits throbbed strangely under that hot flow. It was time for her to cum! She could feel that horrible throbbing growing worse and worse, matching the beating of her heart! Groaning, Christine tensed herself, rubbing her thighs together as best she could in that spread-eagled position to bring herself off.
She could have cried with frustration. Brad now played the hose between her outspread thighs. Only the reflected drops hit her cunt now. The water bounced from her flesh, washing down her hips and ass. If only she could spread herself for the vulgar stream, let it enter her pussy freely, fuck her as she wanted the Rudd brothers to fuck her!
"Go for it!" Ed shouted.
Orgasm! Climax! It was there, just out of reach. Christine strained for it, jerking her thighs up and down madly. The entire top of her pussy seemed tied in muscular knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge.
"Yaggghghhhhh!" she screamed.
It was as if someone had stabbed her in the back. A jolt of cold water hit her cunt dead center. Christine screamed, her world crashing down around her in shambles. It was horrible! Her cunt clenched like a fist. The woman could almost hear the walls slapping together as they clamped down on emptiness. That icy stream flowed even harder than the hot stream! Christine couldn't believe, what was happening to her. The climax that had begun was now held in suspension, happening and yet not happening. The freezing water immobilized her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of cum until the ice blast moved from her cunt. Ed had twisted the spigot over to the cold water, had purposely held her at this terrible level, laughing at her as she twisted and writhed in agony.
"Uh! Uhhh!" she grunted.
When the stream blasted over her nipples, Christine thought the water would strangle her. She fought with all her strength to grab short, panting gasps. Her entire chest tightened, battling against the awful chill of the water. She heard Ed and Brad laughing together now, their sounds clattering off the cinderblock walls as she screamed for release.
"Yahghghhhhhh…"
Christine was completely out of control. She wanted to scream again and again, but the water and gut-wrenching power of her orgasm kept her from doing much. Dangling there, yanking on the leather thongs, agonized by the cunty attack on her nerves, the woman felt her mind fading out from reality. The water splashed up and down, now growing warmer again. Oh, oh, that was all she needed! With a wild animal cry of joy, Christine came – came with a fury that took the wind from her. Screaming, gasping, coughing and sobbing, she experienced a cum that had to be the most powerful she had ever had! And all this brought on by a dual stream of water!
"Yaggghghhhhh!"
How tight her slick skin seemed. The goosebump hardness of her tit tips hurt, the wrinkly areolas tightening until the whole surface of the tit hurt. Christine still bounced on the leather thongs, rutting away, gasping and crying out from the obscene delicious lewdness tormenting her. How good, how indescribably good!
Then the room darkened in front of her ass she faded into the full roar of her climax. Soon the water dropped from her body, shut off, the hissing turning into a gurgle at her feet as the puddle around her slowly disappeared into the round drain.
Christine shook her head, the wet tangles of hair splashing around her neck and shoulders. She just wouldn't be able to take much more of this!
"Shit, let's fuck 'er and get this over with, man. I'm so fuckin' hot I could burn my Goddamned shorts up," Ed said, unfastening a green garden hose from the spigots behind him.
"You got it, kid," Brad said.
Ed walked up to her, reaching up and unfastening the thongs around her wrists. Christine nearly pitched forward from the sudden release, feeling her muscles ache oh so painfully as her arms came down to her sides. She leaned against Ed as Brad untied the thongs around her ankles. She was off! Oh thank God! She was off that horrible thing off and leaning against this awful man who was going to fuck her mindless!
"Oh please… please…" she moaned.
"Man, listen to her. She's beggin' for it now! Don't worry baby, I'm gonna fuck your cunt just the way you like it," Ed said.
Ed carried her across the slick floor, slipping at times, muttering curses. Christine hung draped over one shoulder like a lifeless corpse, feeling sensation gradually restored to her as his fingers tightened around her naked thighs. Brad was coiling up the hose as he eyed Ed hauling the woman over to an old rotting mattress half propped up against the water heater.
Throwing her to the floor, Ed slid on top of her, his legs pinning her to the ground. It was uncomfortable, painful. Her head banged against the concrete several times while her thigh muscles cramped. At times Ed kicked her shins with his booted feet while his fingers pinched her tits cruelly. But Christine just didn't care! She was hot, her body having been violated in so many ways. The belt, the assfucking, the firecrackers, and finally that awful watering down. She was rutting, rutting hard, wanting only to be fucked.
"Ohhhhh…" she moaned.
"Go for it, Mama!" Ed urged.
She felt his fingers snaking through her cuntal thicket, the callused fingers tugging at her pussylips, the touch a hell and a heaven for her. And then Ed was reaching down, opening his fly, pulling out his prick. The touch of that thing, the feel of his cock's hardness and heat made Christine curl her spine and threw back her head. She was babbling nonsense, jerking her knees up, rubbing the backs of her feet against his lower back as she opened her legs for the young stud.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged.
"Man, she's so hot for it she's practically cryin'. Go on, stick it in the bitch!" Brad said.
"Take it, slut!" Ed roared.
Christine felt his fat hot cockhead centering aver her fuck slit. His knees pressed against the sides of her thighs, spreading her wide open. In a moment the woman found Ed's prickhead, squeezing into her cunthole. She sobbed, her eyes widening; her fingers curling and the nails cutting into the back of his neck. It was as if someone had pricked her cunt with thousands of needles. The touch of his prick burrowing through her swollen cuntmeat was almost like the fiery explosion of those horrible firecrackers. Frantic with lust, Christine tensed her asscheeks, prancing them on the filthy, oily rags while kicking both legs high in the air. The muscles in her belly cramped while inch after inch of cock fucked into her hungry, hot pussy.
"Fuck… fuck me… oh dear God, fuck me… fuck me goooooooood!" she moaned.
Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her lips while her nostrils flared with lewd excitement. Ed began fucking fast and hard into her, at times fucking his cock in deep, at other times barely moving it, rocking his hips from left to right so the woman could feel his prick stirring her insides. It was mind-boggling. Christine held onto him, forgetting how he had laughed at her, how he and his brother had injured her. Now the only thing she thought of was that wonderful cock fucking into her.
Ed dropped his head, kissing her wildly, raising' his hands and tugging at her long blonde hair while driving his tongue deep into her throat. The woman whimpered passionately into Ed's opened mouth. How his tongue flicked almost like his prick was fucking her cunt. She was thrashing madly on the rags now, forgetting about the bruises on her body, about the burns on her thighs. The only thing Christine could think of was the fiery itch, her cunt turning more and more desperate with each passing second.
"Cummmminnnnngggggg!" she screamed. This had happened so quickly, so violently.
Ed was squeezing her, fucking her cunt mercilessly with his prick. And she was cumming. It was good, so very very good. Christine knew she would never be the same. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded star-like in her cunt, shattering her pussy, her brain. Another spasm rocked her body, then another. Ed was away from her mouth now, sucking first one nipple, then the other, pinching her flesh, fucking his prick into her. He let out a yelp and slammed his hips against hers in a bone-crushing blow. Cumming! Yes, he was fire hosing his jizz into her. Again and again Christine felt the blobs of white-hot cum splashing against her cuntal walls.
"Ooohoohohohhh!" she yelled.
The violent animal-fucking movements of the youngest Rudd brother continued for the next few seconds, each one more violent than the former. Christine held on, kicking and scratching and biting as the power of her own climax continued, taking her breath away. Oh, it was so good, so shamefully good! Christine found herself wishing it would never, never end!