He made her drink. Each time Debby drained the glass, Tony lifted one refilled with water to her lips. Twice she gagged and had to spit it out, and Joachim Marlowe lashed her from the back. His hand was sure and firm on the riding crop, and its long, black length left deep marks in her skin.
Three glasses, then four, and Debby was sorry that she had mentioned her thirst. Her bout with the electricity had left her throat dry, and it had seemed like such an innocent request. But Debby was quickly learning that nothing was simple. Torture lurked in every single motion or word, and nothing was too sacred for torture's blackening touch.
"Another," Tony urged, tipping the glass so the water ran across her lips.
Her stomach was already stretched and bulging, and it simply couldn't take any more. She whimpered and turned, her head to the side. A line of fire burned across her naked ass-cheeks. Her mouth flew open in a cry and the water poured in. She had to swallow to keep herself from drowning. She had no idea of the purpose of such torture, except to cause her more discomfort.
Her hair was one bushy tangle of golden webs, stringy from her sweat at the back of her head, and matted to her forehead by the pussyjuices Tony had poured into her face. Even her cars were crusted over from the draining of her cunt. At least, the water he was pouring down her had washed some of it from her lower face.
Her tits and clit were still sore, reminders of the brutal, metal teeth of the clamps, and the electricity that had been fed into her body. Her tits were aching, and her clit was too tender to touch. The slash marks from the riding crap had faded from her tits and groin, but Joachim Marlowe was tattooing new ones onto her back and ass.
Debby drank a sixth tall glass of water, perhaps it was the seventh – and Tony finally turned away from her. Her abdomen bulged, and her stomach cramped from having so much poured inside.
Iron cuffs, connecting her to chains, cut bitterly into her wrists. They supported all of her weight. While she was unconscious, Tony and Joachim had lifted her until her toes just brushed lightly against the floor.
"Is your thirst satisfied now?" Joachim whispered evilly in her ear.
Debby tensed, pulling with her wrists in an effort to swing away from the demented man. But there was no leverage against which to push, and she dangled there at his mercy. She glanced desperately around for Tony, only to see his back receding through the door. The heavy door slammed behind him, trapping her in the dungeon with the evil man in the black robes.
"One need begets another," he breathed, the stagnant breath from his mouth heavy upon the side of her face. "Just remember that when it comes."
Debby didn't know what to make of his words. They sounded so cryptic, but there was a threat in his voice.
Joachim rustled around inside his black cloth. "Such a pretty, pretty little thing," he said, almost to himself, as he surveyed her with evil, dark eyes. "Here in my chains, no one would ever think she had been married for five years. There's something about bondage that seems to bring back the little grl."
His rasping laughter echoed about the room, bouncing from wall to stone wall.
"But the tits are a bit too big," he said, his finger and thumb closing in on her nipple. He twisted it sharply.
"Ouch!" Debby whimpered, then was sorry she had called out when she saw the gleam grow in his eyes.
"Still a little sore?" he asked, feigning concern.
His finger found the spot where the drops of blood had dried into a small scab, and he flicked the blood away.
"Yes, the tits are too large," he said again smugly.
He let his fingers glide to the other nipple.
Again, he flicked away the dried blood, but this time let the nail of his finger dig into her nipple. Debby squirmed in the chains. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. She twisted her body, but he still held onto her nipple. Slowly he pressed it between forefinger and thumbnail until the pain made her become still.
"You see!" he exclaimed. "When she is properly trained, she doesn't even need to be told what I want. She just feels it and does exactly what I desire."
The tip of Debby's tit hurt when he released it, but that wasn't what frightened her the most. He was talking about her as if someone else were in the room. Since chiding her about her thirst, he had never once addressed her directly, as if she weren't worth the attention, except as a conversation piece with his imaginary friend.
Joachim made Debby feel like a hunk of raw meat, a side of beef suspended on a hook. He stripped her of her personality and made her even more vulnerable to what he might do. Panicking, she wished desperately that Tony would return, even though he had dealt out almost all of her pain.
"Her husband needed a rest," Marlowe said. "A fine boy, that one is. He's learning real fast. But he's left her in my command to do with what I want. She thinks I'm going to fuck her little pussy. I wouldn't touch a hairy slit like this!"
His fingers wound into her short, golden cunthair, and twisted. Debby jerked so hard that she rose three inches on the chains. The whole mound around her pussy had erupted into intense pain. He was twisting and pulling her cunt-hair until she couldn't help but scream.
"Maybe she thinks her, pussy's pretty!" he shouted over her shrieks.
He released her pussy-muff and she slumped down heavily on the chains. The metal bit into her wrists, chafing her skin and threatening to tear it.
"But there's nothing better than a hairless little cunt with pouting pussy-lips waiting to be kissed. All this hair just gets in the way and reminds me that the little girl has grown up. So much better to be a bald, puckered little slit!"
"Nooo!" Debby wailed as his fingers curled tightly into her cunt-hair again. This time he pulled outward, swinging her weight to the front. Every pore felt like it would tear open until he finally released his grip.
She swung, her weight bearing her back like a pendulum. He had pulled her two feet to the front and she swooped that far to the rear. Her toes brushed the stone floor in the middle of the arc, but it didn't even slow her down. Then she was moving to the front again, heading helplessly for the demented old man. A cry stifled in her throat in anticipation of what might happen, but he just caught her lightly in the stomach with his fist.
He shoved. The added force rocketed her back, a pendulum on the chains. Higher and higher she arced. Each time she swung to him, he pushed her hard with his fist. Her cunt flew almost to his face as he backed up to give her room. The hon cuffs tore at her wrists.
Objects whizzed past her as she strained to twist. Her mind started going dizzy. She spread her legs wide to give her stability, and her parted legs flew almost to his ears. Then, high away from him, her frightened eyes watched as his fist opened – ready to claw. She screamed as she swung back relentlessly.
Fingers tangled into her pussy-hair, but did nothing to break her weight. At the peak of her swing, he grabbed most of her cunt-hair, then braced himself.
Debby felt his fingers grapple into her cunt hair and grasp down hard. Even before the first pain exploded, she knew what would happen. More than a hundred pounds of naked, female flesh was going to rocket away from him as he braced his two-hundred-pound weight. The only connection between them would be the fistful of her cunt-hair that he held. Her mouth flew open and her lungs erupted in screams even before the first pussy-hair pulled free.
"Aeeiii!" she shrieked.
Her pussy exploded in angry fire. The arc she was swinging was only barely disturbed when her cunt-hair pulled tight. Her skin gave up its hold on the fuzz that surrounded her slit. Almost half of her pussy-hair ripped loose.
"Aaaargh!" Debby gagged on her own screams. Her hips jerked back and forth, finding no relief. Her hair swished as she thrashed her head from side to side. Her eyes were dry from terror, but she wanted to cry.
Marlowe's hand opened. Her thick swatch of cunt-hair fluttered to the floor. His fingers shaped again into claws.
"Nooo!" Debby screamed, but could do nothing to keep herself from returning.
She didn't swing as high. Marlowe's fingers cupped upward, slamming into the pussy-hair that lined the lower part of her slit. Most of the hair above her cunt was already gone, and his fingers found the largest patch that remained. His fingers tightened in her tattered cunt-hair. Then her weight reached its peak, and gravity called her back.
Cunt-hair ripped free, some of it plucked from the actual tender lips of her pussy. A thousand tiny volcanoes seemed to erupt on Debby's skin.
Her skin also tore on her wrists, the chains finally abrading through. But she didn't even notice that, so intense was the agony in her cunt. A trickle of blood ran down one arm, and specks of scarlet marked where each hair had been on her cunt. Her eyes rolled as her head wallowed back. Senselessness swept over her.
Unconscious, she still swung at the end of the chains, no longer caring or feeling whether or not any hair was pulled out.
Debby was flat on her back, with all her limbs spread as if she had been staked to the ground. She was naked on the stone floor, her arms and legs spread to cuffs that were bolted into the floor.
Her pussy ached. Lifting her head slightly, she looked down between her tits and could see the glistening sheen of some balm that had been rubbed into the mound of her cunt. She had been shaved, since there wasn't a single hair in her crotch. Scraped away with the remainder of her cunt-hair had been the specks of dried blood, but each damaged little follicle was a spot of angry red.
Her head fell back to the floor, banging the back of it hard against the rock. It was as if she were awakening from history's worst nightmare. But when her eyes cleared, she was staring up at the arched ceiling, and her hands and feet were still locked to the floor. Debby Rollins was still trapped in the clutches of the evil Joachim Marlowe and Debby's enraged husband, Tony.
Joachim had discarded his black robes. He stepped up to tower over her. In place of the robes was a massive, leather loincloth wrapped completely around his crotch and fastened to a thick leather belt. A leather vest made feeble attempts to cover a large, hairy barrel chest.
Muscles rippled his flesh – arms, body and legs – and Debby was stunned by the sight. His elderly body would have been stunning on the beach in the middle of a crowd of health conscious youths. The leather outfit complemented his body, but hid his cock and balls from her sight. Even his ass was bare.
"She's all worried again!" He laughed, talking once more as if to a friend somewhere out of sight. "She's looking up here at my bulging cock-mound and wondering whether I'm going to whip out an enormous fuck-weapon and screw it into her cunt!"
Debby realized she was doing just exactly what he said. She ripped her gaze from his leather-covered crotch and twisted her head away from him to look at the other side of the room.
"But I'm not going to," he said. Debby avoided looking at him, but listened intently to each of his words. "What I'm going to do is to let her fuct her own pussy with this large, rubber phallus."
"No!" Debby whined, as much to keep herself from looking as to deny that she would ever do such a thing. But, even though she fought it, her gaze was drawn back to his hands. Dangling from his fingers was the largest artificial cock she had ever seen. There was no way she wanted that dildo inside her cunt.
"Is that disgust I see in her face?" Joachim sneered. "Perhaps she doesn't want to fuck this into her pussy. I realize it's no compensation for going without my larger prick, but it's the best thing she has right now. Perhaps I should afford a little incentive."
He walked away from her. Debby's mouth hung open in disbelief. Surely he didn't expect her to believe that his prick was even larger than the enormous dildo. No wonder he wouldn't strip away the loincloth and let her see. After such a boast, it would be impossible for him to live up to what he had claimed.
"This girl is all spread out like a picnic cloth!" he exclaimed as he strode back with a glass beaker in his hand. Inside the glass container was a thick, clear liquid that swirled as it caught the light. "So let's add some reality. Here's something to eat – a little honey and water for something sweet."
He tipped the beaker, pouring the thick liquid down the center of her chest. Its trail dropped across her stomach and into her gaping cunt.
"And what could be more real than a few ants to spoil the best-laid picnic table. Do you think they will distress our young mistress?"
Another beaker appeared. This one seethed inside with a mass of undulating brown. Slowly, he tilted the open jar toward her chest and specks began to fall out toward her skin.
The small ants scurried across her tits even before he had finished pouring them down to her cunt. Debby hated insects. Her eyes clenched shut and she squealed. But nothing made the tiny, scurrying claws stop prickling at her skin. Hundreds of aunts had been poured down onto her, and each of them seemed to run wildly. Her tits were covered with ants scampering in every direction, and a few of them had even crept up onto her neck.
Debby drove her chin downward, trapping them between two layers of skin and crushing them to death. Her shoulder executed another ant against the base of her neck, but there was nothing she could do about the masses. They crawled over her, biting at her nipples, falling in her navel and scraping down the lips of her cunt. Only when they found the honeyed water did any of them stop, but even then she could feel the thousands of tiny, scratching ants.
"She is distressed," Joachim said matter-of-factly as Debby twisted violently in the cuffs. Her wrists were bleeding again, but the ants were more distressing. She tried futilely to shake them from her body, staring down, terrified, as she watched them hang on.
"What do you think she will do when they are inside her?" Joachim asked cryptically. "Do you think she'll want to fuck herself with the rubber cock."
Debby tore her gaze from the ants that were clinging to her tits and glanced up at the demon man. In one hand he still held the seething beaker, and in the other a long glass straw. The end of the clear tube was inserted into the mass of wriggling ants, and Debby could see it quickly fill up with the tumbling bodies.
Joachim lifted it free, careful not to spill the insects trapped inside. Then he turned and dropped to his knees between Debby's spread calves. When the tube was shoved deeply into her pussy, he leaned forward and placed his lips around the other end.
He blew. Air rushed into her. And borne on that wind was a hundred crawling insects that tumbled alive into her cunt.
"Aeeeiii!" Debby screamed.
She felt them begin scratching their way around her sensitive cunt-walls. Her pussy-hole was alive with filthy ants. Maddened by their new environment, they began to nip and bite.
Her hands suddenly became free. Joachim released them after her cunt had been filled with the ants. Debby's body popped up. She sat flat on her ass. Her hands flashed around the front of her body, brushing ants from her tits and her stomach.
But it was the ones gnawing in her cunt that were driving her wild. Both hands whipped to her pussy and she stuck her fingers up her cunthole. A few ants were crushed by her four fingers clawing in her pussy, but most of the insects were too far inside for her to reach. Panicked, she glanced around for something she could use.
The massive dildo dangled from Joachim's fingers again. Her hand slid from her pussy and grabbed for the needed weapon. The dildo was slightly out of her grasp. She screamed when her fingertips just brushed it, panicking in her frustration.
"You didn't want it, remember?" he hissed as he drew it farther back out of reach.
His words were spoken directly to her, but they were aimed treacherously at her soul. His sudden change told her bluntly that if she wanted to use the dildo against the ants, she would have to humiliate herself and beg.
"Please give it to me!" she pleaded, still digging in her cunt with one hand. "My pussy is on fire! The ants are eating my cunt!"
"Why should I?" he growled, his eyes gleaming like those of a wolf.
"I'll suck your cock!" Debby screamed frantically. "You can fuck my cunt! Corn-hole my ass! Anything! Shove it down my Goddamn throat. Just give me that fucking club before they tear my pussy apart!"
"There's one thing you forgot," he sneered, leaning toward her frightened face. "I can do that already. I can fuck my monster cock into any hole that you have, anytime I desire. I can rip the shit out of your asshole and pussy and choke you with my cock down your throat. You remember that when you're not quite so panicked."
He slammed the heavy dildo harshly into her stomach, then rose to tower over her.
Debby didn't care. Let him watch! Let him do anything he wanted! Both of her hands wrapped around the thick base of the rubber dildo and she thrust it harshly into her cunt. She slammed the plastic cock all the way to the back of her pussy-channel, and pound it around inside her. Ants were smashed against her tender, young flesh, and still she continued to pound with the massive, artificial prick. She banged herself, fucking furiously, until the last, tiny itch was stilled.