"Oh man, man…" Brad gasped.
Christine thought she heard that truck coming back. Ed! There would be two of them now, two Rudd brothers to torment her. She let out a high-pitched scream as Brad shoved his prick into her shitter hard.
He was mashing her tits, squeezing her injured nipples as hard as he could while rubbing his groin against her ass. He was getting ready to unload. Christine could tell he was getting ready to shoot out his load of cum into her tight, hot ass!
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
She gagged as a combination of pain, delight and shame shot through her. At the same time Christine felt her pussy spasm, the itch that had bothered her becoming an overwhelming throb. Her orgasm was only a second away.
"Ahhhhh!" Brad moaned.
Then she felt Brad's prick begin jerking in a rhythmic cadence. He was cumming, filling her asshole up with his vile spunk!
Christine couldn't hold back any longer. With a wailing cry she cut loose, her head snapping from side to side. Her hips gyrated, jerking back, pressing her asscheeks up against Brad's belly while her face flushed from the wild excitement. Saliva slicked the corners of her mouth while her tongue darted around.
Her eyes cinched close. When Christine opened them again, she saw the basement through a kind of mist while more and more spunk shot into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh baby, baby, that's somethin' else. Come on, start clenchin' that butt," Brad said, slapping her asscheeks with one free hand. "Come on and squeeze my prick with your shitter. Yeah… ohhhh, that's real good, that's the way I like to feel my cunts takin' me on! Come on, milk it, milk it real goooood!"
It was awful what she was doing! And yet Christine couldn't help herself. Hanging there from that awful frame, she kept squeezing her sphincter muscles around his cock, feeling it throbbing back, feeling it start to slide back on its thick coating of jizz.
"Oooohhhhh…" Christine gasped, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her palms.
It was as if a thousand burning needles were pricking her clit while someone was sucking on her ass. It was awesome having her cunt and shitter stimulated at the same time.
Christine gasped and moaned and squealed with delight. Even now as Brad began sliding his prick out, she wanted to have that cock still in her, still forcing the bowel lining open, still chugging back and forth in her ass until she thought she would rip in two.
"Uhhhhhh… no, no."
Brad paused for a moment, then slid his cock all the way out.
Christine bit down on her lower lip and wept with shame and frustration. His withdrawal was interrupting the rhythm of her on-going orgasm. It was sending too many hot signals rushing up and down her spine. She jerked her body again, her tits swinging wetly from side to side, her belly swelling out, sucking in, then swelling out again as sweat trickled down her tits and gathered in a small pool in her navel. Her overloaded brain felt shattered as she fought to keep Brad's fat-headed cock wedged in her asshole.
But of course Brad had his way. She felt that wide flaring cockhead slip out, felt him start to back away.
Christine ground her teeth together, swearing as her empty asshole fluttered with sensation. It was as empty now as her convulsing cunt. She jerked and twitched as Brad stepped away, pounding her body from side to side, pulling at those awful leather thongs biting into her wrists and ankles.
A bubble of air escaped from her cunt while Brad's cum oozed from her slitter, down the backs of her legs to her feet. She was coming down slowly from her sexual high. Gradually, gradually her, muscles relaxed, her arms straightening, her knees bending slightly. It had been awful – and yet wonderful in a strange way. How good Brad's prick had felt inside her ass. Never had she even thought about being fucked in the ass. Her husband had fondled her firm buttocks many times, of course, but he had never suggested doing something like that to her. Now, as jizz oozed from her shitter, Christine wondered why. Getting fucked in the cunt was far better – but ass-fucking was fun too!
"Hey, Ed, come on down here. Got a surprise for you," Brad called up the stairway as he hitched up his Levi's.
Christine opened her eyes, rolling them up toward the beamed ceiling as she fought to regain her breath. She swallowed hard, shaking her head to knock the sweat burning into her eyes.
"Door's locked. Use your key!" Brad called out from below.
There was the sound of rattling, then the sound of the door opening. Christine held her breath as she hung from that horrible frame. There would be two of them now. That would be worse for her, she knew. Sighing, Christine moved her wrists as much as she could in those bonds, tightening her muscles as she heard Ed plodding down the stairs.
"Whew, man, you been fuckin' this broad?" he asked, pausing at the foot of the basement stairs and wrinkling up his nose.
"Can you smell it?" Brad asked, a smile crossing his lips.
"Yeah, man, hot pussy. Can smell it all the way up the fuckin' stairs. She's somethin' else?" Ed asked, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand as he stared at the trussed-up bitch.
"Good tight ass. Got 'er there. You got the cunt if you want it."
"Like a brother who looks out for me," Ed replied, hitting his older brother playfully on one shoulder, then walking slowly, almost swaggering up to Christine.
She watched with rounded eyes, feeling new strength surge in her as she surveyed the younger Rudd brother. Ed was more handsome than Brad, having short-cut blond hair and facial features that reminded her of those pictures of Viking warriors.
"Looks like you've left the marks of your affection," Ed said ironically, observing the long red marks on her thighs and ass.
"Had to heat up the meat. That's what I told her," Brad said, threading his black leather belt back through his pant loops.
"Yeah, not bad. She's a good-looker too," Ed sighed, putting one hand on the outer frame, then slipping it around.
Christine's eyes followed him, watching him. "No!"
He was pushing the inner frame down, spinning it until she swung forward, her body bowing out from the structure. Once again the leather thongs held her wrists and ankles prisoner, chewing into her flesh. The weight of her body was her own tormentor.
Ed stopped the rotating frame when it was parallel to the floor, her body sagging toward the concrete.
Christine let out a groan, her spine feeling as if it were going to snap while her neck was in agony. She fought to find some position that wouldn't hurt her so much. But the sagging weight of her body was too great. She cried out, her long blonde hair hanging down while her muscles knotted and cramped.
"Glad we built this Goddamned thing. Poor baby, looks like she don't like havin' her body this way, man," Ed said, rubbing his chin with one hand. "I was buyin' some shit for the Fourth of July. Let's say we celebrate it a little early… and give this broad some relief. Bet we can make 'er snap up in no time."
Ed struck the frame hard with his fist, making it shudder, making her body sway in those awful bonds and hurting her spine even more.
Christine groaned, her wrists twisting in the leather. Too afraid to look up, she sagged there in her bonds, waiting for yet another scene of torment.
Ed rushed up the stairs. Overhead she could hear the floor squeaking with his weight, could hear Brad's labored breathing next to her. He was becoming aroused once more.
Christine prayed this would all end. Then the stairs squeaked. Once more she took deep calming breaths as Ed thudded down the wooden basement stairs with something in his hand.
"Matches?"
She watched as Ed fished something from his pocket – two long cylinders covered in red paper. He was bending down to her right now, sliding under her bowed body. She could feel the touch of his hand against her tower belly, then feel it sliding down to her pussy.