"Now, we spread 'em a little for my cock. Don't want you gettin' hurt."
"Unnnnffffff!"
Mike was gripping her right ankle, pulling her legs straight out from her body until it was horizontal to the floor. Carla felt the pulling tension unstick her cuntlips, forcing them apart, opening the deep red slick throat of her pussy to the air. Her last climax had taken the edge another shiver rush up and down her spine. He was right! In the throes of her own orgasm, Carla didn't really know if he had shot or not. She realized he had held back – held back for some devilish reason, no doubt. She pulled the door open, wondering what new horror he had in store for her.
"This way."
He grabbed her hands again, examining her wrists, and noting with some approval her wrists weren't badly chafed.
"I don't like to bruise up the women – at least not on the first time. It's not much fun fucking around with a beat-up broad."
Carla thanked God for that, silently. Mike led her to a small workbench and told her to put her wrists together and down on one end of the table. There, attached to the wood was an L-shaped metal band, two leather wristcuffs bolted to the top and attached to the strip of steel. These Mike wrapped around the woman's wrists, fixing them tightly to the bench.
"I told you I haven't cum yet. This is gonna be my turn, bitch!"
The straps cinched tightly around her wrists, stopping the blood to her fingers. Carla winced, turning around only to see Mike approaching a moment the room was silent except for the heavy panting of both Mike and Carla, and the steady pumping sound of the compressor in the dark. As the woman began coming down from her high, she felt the beer starting to cramp her gut. She squeezed her assring around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away as the pain of her overloaded ass started to take over all her sensation.
"Ohhhhhh, no, please, take it out! Oh God, don't keep it in!"
Mike got off the stool with maddening slowness. Carla was panting now from pain laced with the fear she would shit all over herself. He released her, and pointed to a small door at one end of the room. Forgetting her fear of the man for the moment, Carla raced to it, barely making the toilet. The explosion of the liquid content in her bowels was so powerful she felt another small orgasm sweep over her.
"What have I done to myself!" she wondered out loud.
She heard Mike's voice outside.
"You fall in? Come on. I haven't got all damned day? You're gonna be moving that ass for me, baby. I didn't cum, remember?"
Carla drew one hand to her face, feeling fought the frantic woman, pulling her head back down against his crotch, rubbing her nose in his prickhairs.
"Suck it down, bitch! Come on!"
It was getting to be too much for Carla! The shooting air in the dildo was pricking her higher and higher, making her lips tighten around his cock, making her bob from side to side, her body pierced again and again by that rutting dildo.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Carla moaned against Mike's cock, feeling her climax about to explode. The room was getting lighter, it seemed, as she squealed, her hips going wild. The woman bounced up and down, nudging her womb against the dildo while feeling her clit explode again and again. Her orgasm peaked like a thunderbolt, spasms of delight knifing through her again and again. She quivered there, hanging in the pillory, feeling the wild delight of cum shooting like lit sparklers through her body. Starting finally to comedown from her arousal, Carla felt she was too relaxed to keep the stiff position in the pillory she had maintained. That awful thing was in her all the way now, pushing aside all her hot, swollen cuntmeat, her juice sizzling around her ass. In much! She couldn't take this ass-ripping pain much longer!
"Right, baby! It hurts pretty fuckin' hard, don't it? Man, this is somethin' else! Take it, you fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock. That's what you are, and that's what I'm gonna feel – shit!"
His words bit into her pride, shredding her as she clung there to the side of the bench. It felt as if her asshole were being torn from her butt, ripped apart by that awful cock! Her cunt contracted, blowing out another hot fart as the muscles cinched down on nothing.
"Unnfnfnnfnffffff!"
Mike's hands were slapping her asscheeks now, his fingers stretching the white-striped flesh, prying her shitter open a little more for his fat cock. Carla tried shoving down and out much the same way she had pushed out against the beer enema, hoping somehow to reduce the pain. Why, oh why hadn't he fucked her in the pussy? She had wanted it there, had wanted to feel his cock spreading her apart, stretching her open while she was strapped there to the table. Instead, he was doing this awful thing!
"Oh man, tight! That's it, baby, move that ass while I stick my cock down it!"
Carla cried out, her groans muffled by the fat rubber ball. She felt as if her asshole were being torn to pieces by his fat cock. Her cunt almost cried out to feel his prickhead inside, the same cockhead now raping through her ass. She wanted to feel the hard, hot penetration in her pussy, not her shitter!
Carla let out another muffled cry, feeling the obscene slickness of his prick in her asshole. Mike let go of her hip. She could feel his hand now reach up to her tits, his fingers scratching over her nipples, pinching the tiny nubs as if they were about to tear them off. It was then Mike pulled back a few inches, then shoved down with a grunt.
"Mmfmrnfmfffff!"
It was tearing her in two! Carla felt the aching pain of his hard fuck reaching to all, points of her body! When, oh when would this horror end for her?
CHAPTER FOUR
Carla bit down hard once again on the gagging rubber ball, the dick in her asshole stretching her assring more and more, until the woman thought she could feel her flesh tearing. Her asscheeks ached from the savage fuck, the pain spreading to her thighs and finally to her belly. Carla let out another cry, wondering just how much longer she would have to endure this before Mike finally sunk the length of his cock in her.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhffffffffff!"
She cried hot tears, the drops streaking her flushed cheeks. He had both hands covering her nipples now, pinching them until Carla was certain he was about to tear them off. He purposely twisted and turned them to get more pain from the grip, making her cry out. The agony in her tits took her mind from her asshole, thus making the woman relax her shitter muscles. That was all Mike needed. With a shout, he shoved down and up, burying the full length of his prick in between her asscheeks. Carla's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she felt that horrid thing all the way in her body. A cock! A hard prick slipped all the way into her bowels! Her legs and arms spasmed from that sudden full insertion, the vulgar, outward-stretching sensation of her shitter shooting flashes of delight up to her brain.
"Mmfmmfmfmfmffffff!"
Fucking, fucking! It had been something she had put from her mind after her husband's death. But now it hit her full force. Even now, with the abuse she had to endure, this was better than nothing. Yes, wonderful fucking, a delight to her as she stood there in that awkward position, her body bound to the bench and overhead rope.
"Yaghhhhhhhhhhfffff!"
Her body spasmed again. Mike was pulling his cock out of her asshole, holding onto her hips now. Carla bit down on the ball, swallowing more spit that threatened to drown her. She shoved out with her asscheeks, looking for some relief from the sensual sucking in her shit-chute.
"Nnnnnnnfffffff!"
How her right leg throbbed and hurt, pulled out from her body and roped to the overhead restraint. She tried twisting around, tugging at the bands keeping her wrists bound to the workbench. Nothing seemed to work. A sharp cramp knifed through her muscles, making her bite down on the rubber gag once more, her left knee bending somewhat to ease the strain on her legs. And still Mike fucked her ass, his hands slapping her asscheeks now, making loud, dry smacking sounds that mingled with Carla's moans.