"Yes!" Sandy cried as she pushed her legs out across the floor and tipped herself up into a sitting position. She stared up at the three cruel men, a strange look of defiance on her beautiful face.
"The slave did it! Now please give her something to drink! Please!"
Arnie smiled down at the sexy, slinky blonde. Staying in the splits was causing her excruciating pain, but she looked sexy as hell with her long legs stretched out to either side. Arnie fingered his huge cock, aiming it right down at her beautiful, upturned face. "Open wide, slut," he said as he started pissing. "And you better not miss drop, if you know what's good for you." Sandy opened her mouth wide, burning with humiliation as she guzzled down his piss. She could feel the piss as it splashed down her throat, filling her empty, shriveled stomach. It tasted so sweet that she wanted to cry with gratitude. Arnie controlled the flow of his piss, and he aimed his cock carefully. No more than a few drops of the stinking yellow fluid splattered over Sandy's pretty face. When his stream weakened, Arnie stepped in closer, finally resting his enormous cock-head between Sandy's dry, cracked lips. The thirst-maddened blonde sucked the last of his piss from his cock, washing it around inside her dry mouth before swallowing it. She kissed his cock in gratitude when he finished pissing.
"Now mine," Rocky said, and stepped up to take Arnie's place. "Swallow every drop, slave-whore, or you'll spend the next four days back in that box." Sandy opened her mouth to the stinking yellow blast of Rocky's piss. She was still dying of thirst, and she swallowed eagerly as he splashed his piss into her mouth. While she drank Rocky's piss, Arnie snapped cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and tied some kind of metal rod to her widespread legs, but Sandy hardly noticed what he was doing. She was too busy drinking down Rocky's sweet, stinking piss.
By the time Rocky finished pissing, Sandy's stomach felt strangely full. She felt sick, and her head was spinning. But her mouth was still dry, so when Chuck stepped up and demanded that she drink every bit of his piss, she opened her mouth and welcomed the salty, burning spray.
Rocky was helping Arnie set up some pulleys, but Sandy was really too light-headed to keep track of what they were doing. Halfway through Chuck's piss the first lightning bolts of pain shot through Sandy's stomach. Her stomach was cramping around the sudden flood of liquid, her body rebelling against being given so much fluid at once when it had been denied it for three long days.
"Oh, you dirty motherfuckers!" Sandy screamed, and Chuck stopped pissing as she let a mouthful of piss splash out over her lips. "Bastards! Assholes! Killing me! Killing me!"
"Drink my piss," Chuck said, his voice level, "or you're going back in the cage."
Sandy clamped her lips tightly shut, but she knew she couldn't refuse Chuck's demand. Her body shook with pain as she opened her mouth. The sucked-in cavity of her stomach was already twisting on the flood of piss it held. But she knew that anymore time in the cage would break her completely, maybe even kill her. Chuck made her drink every last drop of his piss. By the time she licked the last droplets off the bulging head of his cock, Sandy's stomach was doing flips and turning cartwheels.
The pain was so incredible that it seemed to seize her chest and stomach with strong hands, first crushing her head and then trying to tear her in two. Sandy hung her head, her silky blonde hair curtaining her beautiful face. "Lift her up," Arnie said, and then the real pain began. Sandy shrieked as she left the floor, and for the first time she took notice of how Arnie and Rocky had bound her. Her arms were taped together above her head, the tape pinning her arms together from her wrists to halfway up her forearms. Shackles circled her wrists, too, and the chains were connected to them were part of what was lifting her into the air.
But the real pain was coming from her legs. The steel pipe that Arnie had taped to her legs kept her trapped in her splits, her long legs forming a straight line out to her sides at the bottom of her body. Shackles circled her ankles, too, and it was from these that most of her weight rested. The already weakened and overexerted muscles in her thighs and calves were stretched beyond endurance by this latest, most awful indignity. Sandy could feel them pulling and tearing, and she cried in fear and pain.
"Let me down!" she gasped, looking frantically from one to another of her three masters. "It's tearing me up! Please let me down! Please!"
"Okay, guys, let's see how far Sandy-slut can stretch," Arnie said. They had lifted her no more than a foot and a half off the floor, and now all three of them were scooting beneath her. They folded their legs together, and for a maddening instant Sandy thought they were going to fuck each other. Then she saw that they had laid down so that all three of their cocks were bunched together, pointing skyward in a single, massive stalk of fuck-meat. She also noticed that each of them was holding the end of one of the chains that was suspending her from the ceiling.
"No!" she shrieked, her wide brown eyes going even wider with terror. "No! No, please, please, no!"
"Yes," Arnie said, and started to lower her. The split she was in pulled her cunt wide apart, but it was nowhere near large enough to accommodate the trio of huge fuck-poles it was being lowered on. Sandy screamed as the triple stalk of cock pushed against the swollen pink lips of her pussy. There was nothing Sandy had ever felt to compare to the slow spreading of her cunt-lips around the three massive pricks. At first her cunt-lips spread out around the three huge cock-heads, but after they had stretched as far as they could, they were pulled inside the mouth of her cunt. Her pussy was trained well enough by now to start juicing at the first brush of a hard cock, but no amount of lubrication could ease the unnatural triple fuck she was receiving. And unbelievably, impossibly, her legs were being spread even farther apart. They pulled her legs farther apart, then farther, and finally all three of the fist-sized cock-heads popped inside Sandy's tiny pussy. Sandy's asscheeks felt as if they had been split apart and her legs no longer felt as if they were connected to her hips. Sweat poured off her svelte body. Rocky said, thrusting his ass up off the floor to drive a few more inches of his massive prick inside Sandy's ravaged cunt. "You're full of a yard of cock, slut-slave. And you love it!"
"Look at that pussy!" Chuck sighed, pumping his hips fast, fucking the tortured beauty in earnest even though she had descended less than halfway down the length of his prick. "You wouldn't think a tiny little cunt could stretch that much!"
Sandy wanted to tell them that her cunt wasn't stretching, it was tearing, and it was hurting her so badly that she couldn't stand it. She wanted to beg them to stop, promise them anything if they would just pull their three huge cocks out of her body. But she knew it wouldn't do any good. She thought that she might find out soon, because what they were doing to her cunt was killing her with anguish. They had released all the tension from the chains that were holding her suspended, and she had no choice but to sink down over their enormous cocks. Sandy was halfway down the three monstrous pricks, all her weight supported by her stretched, tearing pussy. The pressure was enormous. Her pelvis seemed to be separating. She wondered if this was how a woman felt while she was having a baby, then decided that no woman would ever want a child if she had to suffer agony like this. Her cunt, which had been stretched out by the past three days of constant rape, was tearing again under the unnatural triple intrusion.
"Pull her down," Arnie said, grabbing one of Sandy's silky thighs and pulling. "Shake your lazy ass! You're getting fucked by a lot of cock, slut! You better fucking show your appreciation by showing us how you much you love it!"