Sheryle endured the pain lancing into her lush young body better than she did the feeling of being abandoned. All her life she had felt unwanted. When Stanton walked out on her, this only reinforced her feelings.
She could take the physical punishment if it meant him wanting her. She simply hated being left all by herself. Straining against the ropes holding her ankles to the chair legs, she tried to get free. She felt the cotton rope cutting into her naked flesh. Bucking and tossing around, she found she could turn the chair over.
But this only made things worse for her. She lay on her side, still fastened to the chair. The edge of the chair still cut relentlessly into her belly. The more she fought against her ropes, the more the wooden chair back chafed her stomach. It seemed she was trapped forever.
"Damn," she cried, her hands jerking at the rope around her neck. She thought she could finally get rid of the ropes once and for all if she could get her head free.
The rope shredded under her clawing fingers and finally gave entirely. Her head free, she rolled back and got away from the chair. Her legs were still brutally fastened, but she could breathe. Rubbing her stomach where a giant red welt had grown sent agony knifing into her body.
But she was free!
It took her another five minutes to get her feet untied. Sheryle found it almost impossible to stand. Her legs were weak and rubbery and her insides heaved and trembled in emotion. She began to cry, wondering what she was supposed to do now.
Almost as an afterthought, she reached down and pulled the candle from her twat. The emptiness this caused in her snatch was almost more than she could bear.
Pain was endurable. She could live with it. But the hollowness in her life seemed everywhere. Abandoned by the one man who had shown her any attention at all, tied and left with a candle up her cunt, she didn't know what she should do.
A slow creaking noise caught her attention. A door was opening, as if by magic. She realized that everything in this bizarre house was done for a reason. The door wasn't opening by itself. Mr. Stanton wanted her in the next room.
"So, Mr. Stanton, you want me again," she raged. But the anger faded as she thought about it. He wanted her again. Otherwise the door wouldn't have budged. She was still pissed off but the anger was muted by the time she walked through the door.
The room was entirely, black. Hesitantly, she took a step forward. The door slammed shut behind her, startling her. And then all hell broke loose. Her feet were caught up in loops that threatened to pull her apart like the wishbone of a chicken.
Screaming, she tried to grab the ropes on her legs. They had already drawn her feet too far apart for her to successfully stop the drawing and quartering.
Pain lanced up into her snatch. She was being ripped apart by the action of the ropes. Blinding light hit her in the face. Blinking through tears of pain, she saw the impassive Stanton staring at her as if she were insignificant, a bug under glass and nothing more.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she blurted. She instantly regretted having said anything. The slight smile dancing at the corners of the man's mouth told her he enjoyed seeing her squirm.
He silently pointed. On a stone altar, Michael had been chained flat on his back. Sheryle had no idea what had been done to her boyfriend. Already he sported a throbbing, huge hard-on.
She simply stared at that pulsating fuck-stick as if it held her in some sort of mystical spell. Licking her lips, she wanted that prick. She wanted the taste of male musk on her tongue, she wanted the feel of that virile cock hot and hard against her lips. For a brief moment, she even forgot where she was and what Stanton was doing to her.
This pause was all he needed to loop ropes around her wrists. He now had her securely fastened at ankles and wrists. He began cranking on a pulley. Sheryle couldn't help but notice what the man was up to then. She was slowly being split apart.
"Ouch! This hurts. Why are you doing this to me?" she demanded. She was slowly being lifted off the floor and pulled farther apart. When her legs were yanked out almost straight on either side of her body in an aerial split, she knew she was going to pass out.
But she didn't. She hung on. She had to. Her hands were being pulled above her head, straightening her upper body. She was swinging gently to and fro in the air, unable to control her movements.
"You shall see," said Mr. Stanton, studying the situation. He cranked her up a little farther and then did something that caused her to move to a point directly above her bound boyfriend.
Sheryle knew then what the evil man in black was going to do to her. Her snatch was directly above the tip of Michael's prick. She was pulled wide in a split. All Stanton would have to do to fuck her would be to lower her a little. And the pulleys were designed for just that.
She didn't know if it was her arms or the ropes that creaked. She guessed it might be both. With her arms high over her head, the ropes biting harshly into her wrists, she couldn't tumble over and relieve the intense pressure on her crotch. Being pulled apart like this sent ripples of agony all the way up into her cunt, making it throb and convulse with more power than she had ever felt before. She knew without being told that any man's prick trapped in her twat now would be given one hell of an erotic massage by her cunt walls.
She groaned again as she was lowered onto Michael's erection. The prick wasn't in quite the right place. It went skittering along her juicy cuntlips and bounced off her asshole. She felt the hot cock trembling between the slabs of her ass.
"Not the right place," commented Stanton, as if dispassionately watching a television program.
His lack of emotion bothered Sheryle as much as the pain lancing up into her contorted body. She tried to shift the weight around her hips a little and relieve the pain. The only way she could do it was by pulling hard on the ropes fastened around her wrists. This took some of the pressure off her legs, but she couldn't support herself this way forever for very long.
As she dropped back down, she found that Stanton had tied a rope around the base of Michael's prick. By jerking and pulling on the rope, the man could position the prick under her wide-open cunt.
"Stop it," she moaned out. "You're hurting both of us. Don't do this to us, please, please, ohhhh!"
The shock that went through her as he lowered her cunt around her boyfriend's cock was unexpected. She thought she had felt everything in the way of sexual thrill. She was dead wrong. The split apart position guaranteed by the ropes on her ankles also made sure her cunt was impossibly small. The feel of Michael's monstrous cock reaming into her pussy was even more heavenly than the first time she had taken a cock all the way up her.
"Ummm, oh!" she cried out, the pain momentarily forgotten. She tensed and relaxed the walls of her cunt around the throbbing, virile fuck stick buried balls-deep in her. She could feel the rope tied around the base of the prick against her turgid cuntlips. The soft cotton rope was softening as her fuck juices leaked out and dribbled down the stem of Michael's pecker.
She opened her eyes and looked down on the youth. He was chained spread-eagle on the stone altar but the expression on his face matched hers. They were both beginning to enjoy this odd fucking. As long as his prick remained all the way up her cunt, she was happy. Rocking from side to side brought new excitement for both of them.
She was dangling from the ropes like the pendulum of a clock. Swinging caused her to spin around, his cock rubbing erotically against the walls of her pussy. Tensing and relaxing her cunt even more produced a yelp of pleasure from the bound youth. He smiled and nodded to her, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Now for the real fun," said Stanton, beginning to work on the pulleys again.
"NO!" screamed Sheryle, feeling the cock slide from her pussy. Tensing up as much as she could, she still wasn't able to stop the retreat of the thick cock from her twat. Michael's prick slipped from her pussy amid a lewd sucking noise. The vacuum formed between his cockhead and her pussy walls had been so intense, she felt as if her guts were being pulled out along with his boner.
"A little positioning and…"
And she was falling. She screamed again, unsure what was happening. She smashed down hard on the prick again. Her entire body convulsed with the motion. The teenager might have come. She didn't know. She had blacked out for a few seconds. When she regained her senses, she knew what was going on. Stanton was lifting and dropping her on Michael's prick.
He was fucking her using only the pulleys and ropes.
She was being guided solely by the whim of the man in black. He could give her intense pleasure by allowing her to keep the prick buried balls-deep inside her. Or he could rob her of all pleasure and give mind-bending pain by pulling hard on the ropes, suspending her over the boy's cock.
He did both with equal glee.
The bound girl could only watch and feel the changes in her body. In spite of the pain – or because of it – she began breathing faster. Her heart threatened to explode in her chest. The feel of the blood racing through her arteries made her flush. And her entire body felt like one giant, raw nerve ending waiting to be touched.
Repeatedly, the man lowered her so that the prick shot all the way up into her pussy. Twisting as much as she could, the red-haired teenager succeeded in giving herself added thrills. She spun around the cock inside her twat. The rubbing, rotary motion was unlike anything she had ever dreamed of. The way Michael's cock moved inside her was such a turn-on that she came.
She surged up into the air. The girl was positive she was blasting off into a sexual orbit. But Stanton was merely pulling her up and away from the lovely prick.
"That seems the right place," he commented, more to himself than to either of the bound teenagers. He did something that the girl couldn't quite see, then left the handle of the crank.
Hope surged in Sheryle. Maybe he would simply allow her to dangle down and fuck herself on Michael's prick. But it wasn't that easy for her. She felt the familiar up and down jerking on her ankles and wrists. Stanton had merely tied the rope to some sort of a motor. She was being fucked up and down by a machine now.
"No!" she screamed, tossing her head wildly from side to side. "I won't stand for this. I won't, I won't!"
She instantly regretted her words. She felt the swift lash of Stanton's whip cross her shoulders. Again and again that leather strap landed on her tensed, taut muscles. She blacked out once from the pain.
When she came to again, she was still dangling from the ropes, Michael's cock firmly lodged in her juicy cunt. The pleasure and pain mixed into a heady brew for the girl. Her flesh burned from the whipping she had received, but the welts were warming her now, making her come totally alive. The pain in her crotch from being pulled apart so brutally was eased by the wondrous feel of the cock in her impossibly tight cunt. Her wrists were being chafed by the rope, but the twisting motion she was able to give herself around the jutting cock more than made up for the lack of circulation. She was in heaven and hell at the same time. She hunched up and down in an attempt to get enough of that precious prick before the unfeeling motor lifted her up into the air again. She almost succeeded.
"How are you doing?" asked Stanton, running the butt end of his whip along her corded muscles, tracing under her tits, rubbing the blunted portion across her belly.
"Go to hell!" she snapped.
"I don't have to go there," he said, smiling. "I can watch you, for, my dear, you and he are both in hell."
"I'm enjoying this!" she shot back, trying to get even with the man. If she couldn't scratch his eyes out, maybe her words could wound him. She was out of her league. He only laughed at her.
Then he bent forward, his tongue flickering like a candle flame, hot and demanding, along her side. He traced out one rib until he came to the base of her tits. He had to continually move his head to keep up with the up-and-down motion of her body, due to the motor and pulley system.
Her flesh crawled at the rough, wet touch of the man's tongue. Her tits turned to gooseflesh. She trembled all over. When he raked his tongue across the heaving dome of her belly, she came hard. She shuddered and moaned and cried out for more – and she got it in an unexpected fashion.
He didn't stop with her belly button. His tongue went even lower. He dragged it through the tangled mat of her red pussy fur before going to her cunt. She was being effectively fucked by the up and down motion, but the added sensation of his tongue slithering all over her cunt brought the girl off repeatedly.
When the man's mouth moved lower, his tongue dragging along the edges of her puffy cuntlips, she found herself screaming and thrashing about in mid-air. She couldn't help herself. The feelings inside her were too intense to deny. At the same time she was loving it, she hated the man doing this to her.
All the teenager's joints hurt like hell. The pleasure he gave her helped erase some of that, but the joy and agony existed side by side inside her. He was a master at making her feel more like a woman than any other man – but he also could make her feel like a pile of shit.
She hated him and loved him.
And she kept coming like a human machine gun firing.
She hardly even noticed when her cunt filled with the hot jism squirted out by Michael's prick. Her own body was still singing with the feel of Stanton's tongue dueling with her cunt.