Before Sharon knew what was happening, Brad and Nancy yanked her arms and legs out and wrapped ropes about her wrists and ankles. She tried struggling, but it was useless.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped, her eyes wide with terror.
"Show her, honey," Nancy said to her husband as she tightened the ropes and attached them to the frame of the bed. "Stick your prick to her and fuck the living shit out of her."
Brad was inside her before she knew what was happening, his monstrous cock stretching her cunt opening to the breaking point. His mouth was on hers, his tongue digging in and out, almost matching the hard strokes of his throbbing cock.
"Ohhh, yes, baby," he groaned. "Just as hot and tight as I thought it would be. Shit, even hotter."
It had happened so quickly, Sharon couldn't believe it. And the pain! It felt as if she had a baseball bat up her cunt. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her, his fingers kneading the flesh of her back. His hairy chest was scratching her sensitive nipples.
"Don't… please," she gasped, throwing her head to one side, "it hurts."
"Just go with it, sweetheart," Brad grunted into her mouth. "You just might fucking like it."
"Yeah," Nancy agreed, rubbing her open palm over her husband's pumping ass. "Fuck him hard, because I want to eat his cum out of your pussy."
Sharon cried out again, feeling revulsion sweep over her till her throat rumbled with vomit. It just couldn't be happening!
Yet, it was. His cock was tearing in and out like some savage instrument of torture. She wondered suddenly if she would ever be able to walk again.
"It hurts," she cried out. "You're killing me!"
She pulled against the bonds at her wrists, but the rough hemp only tore into her flesh. She moaned again in agony, feeling her insides constrict.
"Don't try to get free, sweet baby," Brad said, feeling her squirm beneath him. "You're hog-tied. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Gonna fuck you like a little pig."
"Ohhhh, God, don't," Sharon begged. Then as she looked at both their grinning faces, their eyes gleaming with lust, she became angry.
"You bastards," she said. "I… I'll tell the police."
"You will, huh?" Brad said, a sadistic smile on his handsome face. "Well, I guess we'll have to give you something really good to tell them."
Sharon jerked when she felt the cold, metallic touch of something against her side. Then, as the instrument moved to her right tit, she knew what it was.
A pair of pliers!
For God's sake! Why?
"No, please, Jesus, no!" she gasped, her eyes widening with pure horror as she realized the awful truth.
Before she had gotten the words out, she felt the small jaws of the pliers bite around her right nipple, then close. She hadn't thought pain could be so intense.
"Aaaaghhhh!" she shrieked.
"Scream, you little whore," Brad grunted, tightening his grip on the pliers. "I love it when you hurt that way you bounce around real nice."
It was true, Sharon realized. Under the torture, she was thrashing and bucking, causing his cock to drive even more powerfully inside her cunt.
The pain grew even worse, feeling like jolts of electricity shooting into her chest. It was so horrible, it made the agony in her cunt seem to feel good.
As she gritted her teeth and gave panting groans of anguish, she even imagined the pressure of his prick was feeling good!
She struggled beneath him, feeling the sensations inside her cunt grow more intense. She was soon to be amazed that her fluttering pussy walls were beginning to suck on his prick shaft, pull him farther inside.
A million confusing thoughts scrambled her mind. How could it be happening? While being taken, raped like this, tied down, her pussy was ready to explode with pleasure! It wasn't right!
For some reason, she became totally aware of his huge, hulking frame, the way his prick was splitting her open like a pod. The way his massive form covered her, his sweaty muscles, the way his balls throbbed. And on top of that, she felt the softness of his wife as she rubbed her legs and hips.
And the pain. It flashed, burned inside her body like small explosions. Yet, it somehow made the pleasure even better, giving it delicious comparison.
Each time a convulsion of agony tore into her body, an equal spasm of ecstasy raced along side it. The two sensations seemed to melt, throb together, separate, then fuse once more.
"Ohhh… baby, suck it right up your cunt and fuck me," Brad said, squeezing the jaws of the pliers until his knuckles turned white.
"Aieeeee!" Sharon screamed, the veins in her neck popping out. She inhaled quickly and spit out another shriek of agony.
While she bucked and writhed in anguish, Brad fucked savagely in and out of her pussy, feeling his cock grow so that he knew if he didn't shoot his load pretty soon, his cock shaft would shatter. Still, he wanted to hold back as long as he could.
Sharon, too, was fully aware of what was happening. Her own body was reacting with almost as much violence. Suddenly, she jerked wildly, then froze, feeling her climax riddle her guts. The sensations were almost too good, making her totally aware of every cell, each nerve.
"Shit, take it," Brad grunted, plowing forward with his full weight.
He squirmed his ass around, then relaxed the muscles at the root of his cock. Instantly, his cum-load shot up the center of his cock shaft and burst into her cunt.
"Unhhhh… fuck it, slut, now," he panted. "Goddamn YOU! Screw it up here! Ummmmm… fuck it… here, whore! Screw my cock dry!"
Sharon became dizzy with ecstasy as even more powerful waves of pleasure swept in and out of her body. And it wasn't as if she were having an orgasm, but more, that she had turned into an orgasm herself. She inhaled with a raspy gasp, then screamed out, her voice thick with lust.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, her fingernails digging into her sweaty palms. She struggled against the bonds, not to free herself, but to grab his tight, hairy ass and shove him harder into her cunt. "Give it to me, you bull prick! Screw me full! Hurt me… make it good!"
As her orgasm peaked violently, Brad slipped the pliers to her other breast. When he clamped the serrated jaws around her rubbery nipple, he moved his mouth down and bit her right tit, sucking the bruised tip.
It was perfect, Sharon thought. Nothing could possibly be better. Her nipples were being bathed in flames of delicious pain. And her cunt kept exploding over and over, experiencing total, raw pleasure.
"Harder… harder you bastard," she urged, rocking back and forth, bucking wildly. "Cock… give me your prick and fuck me!"
Brad pounded into her pussy for all he was worth, grinding the root of his shaft savagely between the fluttering opening. Then, with his body freezing, he shot the first of his thick cum-load.
"Screw it, whore!" he panted, lifting his head from her chest. His eyes were half closed with releasing ecstasy, his lips parted in a snarl. "Fuck on my cock, bitch!"
Sharon felt another spasm of climax tear into her pussy and her insides boiled with his release. She jerked around wildly, feeling the teeth of the pliers on her breast bite into her flesh. Pain and pleasure melted together, becoming a sensation that was impossible to describe.
"Aieeeeeee!" she screamed, then she went limp from exhaustion.
Brad pounded in more of his cum, then felt the bulk of his load shower into her guts. He held himself against her body tightly, took another bite down on her breasts, then fell over her limp form.
"Shit, baby, that was fine," he gasped, kissing the side of her neck. "Just fucking fine."
As he slowed his movements, then finally stopped, he let the pliers fall to her side.
"Let me at it," she heard Nancy say. "There's nothing I like better than a cunt filled with hot cum."
"Just a second," Brad said. "Feels so good inside her like this."
"Come on," Nancy said, pushing against her husband. "You can fuck her for two weeks."
When the man slipped his prick out of her pussy. Sharon felt empty, horribly so. She gave a weak cry and again pulled against the ropes.
"Fuck me some more," she heard herself say. "I want your big cock!"
Her words turned into a gasp of pleasure when she felt Nancy's warm tongue jab inside her cunt. She lifted her ass and sucked on the woman's tongue with her pussy muscles.
"Ohhh… this is delicious," Nancy murmured, gathering up the wads of cum, then swallowing them. "Pussy-flavored cream to suck down."
While Nancy ate on her pussy, Sharon could almost feel Brad's cock still inside her. It had been so delicious, the way it fit so snugly, squeezing over her fluttering muscles. And those cum-filled balls…
"Fuck me again," she gasped. "God, I want it. I need it."
"Is that a fact?" Brad grinned. "I thought you were going to the police and all…"
"No," Sharon said, her voice unsure.
What would she have told them? That she had the best orgasm in her life when she was raped?
"No," she repeated. "I… I won't."
"I know you won't," Brad said, his voice chilling her. "Because there just might not be enough of you left to do it."
"What do you mean?" Sharon asked, again terrified.
"Soon as Nancy finishes, I'm gonna stick it to you again," he said.
So that's what they both wanted.
"Right up your little shitter," Brad said. "No!" Sharon gasped. "Please. I… I've never done that before." This was one thing that she and Ron had agreed not to do. They had tried it once or twice, but it had just hurt too much. And her little shitter wasn't built to take on a cock this size.
"No… no," she said again, trembling with horror.
"Oh, yes," Brad said. "Hurry up, Nancy."
"Oh, I don't want to," Nancy said. "Mmmm, I just love this wet, sweet pussy."
"Sometimes I think she likes pussy better than cock," Brad said. He pushed his wife away. "When I screw out her asshole, I'll let you have her back."
Sharon couldn't believe what she was hearing. Passing her back and forth like that. And to top it off, getting her asshole reamed out!
Just thinking about that huge monster drilling into her butt was enough to make her flinch, then scream out, her eyes filling with tears.
"Please… don't," she whined. As she cried out, she felt him untie the ropes from her ankles. He placed his hands under her thighs and shoved her body forward until she was almost rolled into a ball. When her asshole was fully exposed, he moved his thumbs to the delicate crack and stretched her ass cheeks wide apart. "Gonna love blowing this asshole full of cum," he said, squeezing his fingers into the puckered opening.
"Ohhhhh!" Sharon screamed out.
When his fingers stabbed inside her ass, she felt raw, throbbing spasms of pain. And if his fingers hurt like this, only God knew what that monster of a cock would do!
She gave another throaty cry, begging him to stop.
"Oh… no, baby," Brad grinned, kneeling close to her body.
He held his rock-hard prick down with his left hand while supporting her lower body with his right. He then thrust the tip of his cock shaft forward. He turned and looked at his wife.
"Crawl over here, baby, and watch me screw the fuck out of her," he said.
"Do it hard," Nancy said, lying on her side, her face close to their middles. "I want to watch you tear her ass wide open."
As she spoke, she ran her fingers over both their bodies, then began digging her fingers into the crack of her husband's ass.
What Sharon thought was pain before was nothing compared to what now riddled her body. The enormous pressure of his cockhead as it squeezed against her asshole felt as if she was being fucked with a baseball bat.
And instead of lessening, the agony only got worse, something she thought was impossible. She jerked her head forward to see what he was doing and was horrified to see that most of his cock was still outside her body.
"You're going to kill me!" she screamed, clawing her palms with her fingernails.
If only she could free herself, push him away. This time, however, she knew there wouldn't even be a shadow of hope. Her struggling had made the bonds even, tighter.
"Like it?" Brad asked sadistically, forcing in about two inches of his prick shaft. "Hmmmmm? You like getting butt-fucked, baby?"
"Please, dear God, please," Sharon moaned, then her voice trail off to a gasp of agony.
"Jesus… virgin shitter," Brad laughed, punching in two more inches of his prick. "Tightest, little hole I've ever fucked. Shit, it's even tighter than your sweet pussy, you little whore."
"Fuck her some more," Nancy urged, her eyes wide with lust. She was now stroking her pussy crack, her chest heaving with excitement. "Really give it to her, honey. Bang her to death!"
Sharon couldn't even hear their words. The entire universe seemed to explode around her. She was falling, being impaled on a giant, red-hot poker. It rammed farther upward, stabbing through her guts.
And still, it got worse.
"Take it all, cocksucker," the man grunted, grinding the rest of his cock firmly into her shitter. As his balls throbbed just outside the puckered, torn opening, he began squirming his ass around, shoving his full weight forward. He pushed his head between her knees and bit the flesh between her breasts.
Sharon inhaled, the air rattling in the back of her throat. She then gave a shrieking scream. Somehow, the force of her voice seemed to lessen the pressure. Involuntarily, she sucked in some more air and screamed out again. Once more, the pressure subsided slightly.
"Thought you'd like it baby," Brad grinned. "Your little asshole is loosening up some. But it'd better, because it'll blow fucking wide open if you don't."
"How… would you like something up your ass?" Sharon spat out hatefully.
"I just might like something up my ass. Maybe a hot tongue," Brad said. "Hey, Nancy, suck on my shitter while I fuck in hers."
"Sure," Nancy said. She quickly knelt behind him and locked her lips around his asshole. She then began working her tongue in and out. "Mmmmmm."
"Ohhhh… that's just fine," Brad said, beginning to pump his prick in and out of Sharon's butt-hole. He licked back and forth across Sharon's tits, then lifted his face. "Don't you just love this, baby?"
Love it? Why, that bastard! How could he possibly think that anyone in her right mind could love having ten inches of rock-hard cock up her ass! It was stretching and pulling. She wouldn't ever shit right again.
And the way his cock throbbed. Christ, like a big, ugly snake. Totally filling her guts. She could even see it in her mind, how it molded into her slippery cunt flesh. Her walls were hugging his prick like a second foreskin.
Big and meaty and plunging where no other cock had been before. How could she feel anything but pain and hatred? How?
When she exhaled and relaxed, it wasn't quite that bad. If he'd gone a little slower, maybe it would have.
She shivered suddenly, feeling the pain melt. The tremendous pressure was still there, but it was beginning to feel good. She closed her eyes, thinking about how he'd tied her up, jerked her body forward and planted that horrible thing up her butt with those hard thrusts. How it tore into her sensitive membranes. How her asshole was stretched savagely, how those hairs around his cock shaft had scratched her!
"Ohhh, fuck me," she groaned, flinching.
In a way, she wished she could repeat what had happened, to mentally take notes. Pain is only memory, she thought, and she wanted to remember every delicious moment.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, as if trying to convince herself. "Fuck… fuck me, you bastard!"
"Now that's how I like my women," Brad groaned, biting her nipples. "Hot and fucking bothered."
It was true. Sharon was hotter than she ever had been before. In fact, her insides were like a caldron, ready to explode with climax. Yet, she couldn't believe it was possible. How could anything feel so good, yet hurt so bad at the same time?
She didn't care. Nothing mattered but his delicious, hard cock, and the anticipation of having an enormous load of cum boiling into her guts.
"Hard… make it hard… hurt," she groaned. "Mmmmm, fuck me with that giant prick and tear my asshole into a million pieces, you fucking bull stud!"
Brad began hamming violently into her shitter. He was going so fast, so furiously, her head was hitting the headboard. Their bodies were molded, fused in a mass of writhing flesh. And behind him, Nancy was sucking and chewing wildly on his ass, driving her tongue deeply in and out of his shitter.
"Great," he murmured. "Love fucking ass and getting mine licked out at the same time."
Suddenly, Sharon gave a bucking jerk that almost knocked him off her body. A thundering convulsion of pure, raw pleasure swept into her body, first inflaming her asshole, then eating into her cunt walls.
"Fuck!" she screamed, her face turning ashen. Beads of sweat popped out on her upper lip and forehead. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She inhaled, then gave another panther-like yell.
"Jesus, baby, take it," Brad moaned, feeling his cum-load boiling furiously inside his slapping balls. "All the fucking way up here!"
The first of his jism blasted from his cockhead, pounding noisily inside her shitter.
"Fuck it here!" he yelled, jabbing forward with his full weight.
His cock was like a piston machine gone out of control. And as his fucking reached full speed, his ass became a fleshy, hairy blur. His ass cheeks were slapping his wife's face noisily. The entire room soon filled with the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh.
Sharon's climax peaked, was held there for a delicious eternity, then began to subside. As it did, she felt his cock expand as it blew out more loads of cum. Immediately, when the bulk of his juices shot from the tip of his prick, her pleasures burned up even higher.
"God!" she breathed, then went limp, exhausted from the delicious release.
At the same time she relaxed, Brad punched in the first of his creamy release. It splattered into her insides, then splashed backward, swirling around his stabbing shaft.
"Screw it, bitch," he groaned, lifting his head and biting the side of her left knee. "Screw it all in and suck it in your sweet asshole."
As more of his thick, juicy cum scalded her shitter, Sharon's climax renewed itself. In a way, it was even more delicious than before, for now she couldn't move around. She could only lie there and enjoy the magnificent torture. Pain and pleasure danced up and down her spine, then exploded together, filling her with sensations she couldn't name.
Finally, when the last of his jism had shot into her asshole, Brad fell forward, grinding his full weight between her legs. Even some of the flesh around his nuts crept inside her butt, became damp with his cum. He gasped against the hollow of her throat, his moans vibrating against her heartbeat.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he said a few seconds later. "Now I know what it's like to fuck a tiger in the ass."
"Get off," Sharon whispered. "Please."
"Hey, you're not gonna pull any more shit, are you?" Brad said, giving her a dark look. "All the fucking time pretending you don't like it, and then squealing out like some fucking pig."
"No," Sharon said, her voice filling with hunger. "I want to crawl between your legs and suck the hell out of that big, hard cock!"
"Now, that's more like it," the man laughed. "You're, uh, not pissed off?"
Quite frankly, Sharon didn't know if she was or not. That was something she would have to think about later.
Much later.