"Oh yeah!" Arnie shouted, fucking his huge cock even more brutally into the ruined channel of Sandy's shitter. "Piss all over the landlady, Bridget! Give the sexy slut a bath in your piss!"
Arnie groaned as his cum blasted deep up the broken blonde's pulverized shitter. His jism spurted from his thigh-thick cock like water from a firehose, spitting so far inside Sandy that it felt to the pain-dazed beauty that it was pooling in her stomach. He fucked her quicker than ever as he filled her asshole with cum, bludgeoning his fat cock through the weakly clasping ruins of her asshole. As his cock began to slip back down the reamed-out chute of her ass, Sandy screamed in new agony. His salty cum burned like lava as it slipped back out her wounded ass-chute.
"No more!" Sandy gasped as Arnie pulled his still-hard, still-dripping cock from her ravaged asshole. "Please, I can't stand anymore! Please have mercy on me!"
"Mercy?" Arnie shouted, showing off his blood-drenched cock to the others. He wiped the slime all over the silky globes of Sandy's perfect ass. "That's the one thing we're fresh out of, pretty bitch! We're going to keep fucking you until you can't fuck anymore! Then we'll stop!"
"Can't," Sandy whispered, the last of Bridget's piss running over her sleek, tanned body. "Can't…"
"Not until you say you can't, little tits," Bridget said, and then she grunted with strain. "Until you really can't. Either we'll make you so tough it's not fun to fuck with you, or we'll fuck you to death."
"Either way, you'll end up loving it," Chuck said, dropping to his knees between Sandy's slender legs and fucking his fat cock up her ass. "Shit, sex is just the warm up! Wait until we use the whips!"
"Or the rings for your nipples and pussy," Bridget said, grunting again.
"Or the branding iron," Rocky said.
Sandy opened her mouth to beg again, but before a word passed her lips, a wet, dark weight slapped against the back of her head, then slid slowly through her golden hair and down across her cheek. Her nose told her what it was before she saw it, and she began to retch uncontrollably.
Bridget was shitting on her.
Turd after turd dropped down onto Sandy as Bridget emptied her bowels. Turds dropped into her hair and slid over her face. Turds slapped against her shoulders and back. One long, curling turd plopped down right between Sandy's shoulders. It took every ounce of Sandy's self-control to keep from throwing up as Bridget shit all over her.
"Right on!" Chuck shouted happily, shooting another load of jism up Sandy's reamed out asshole. "Right on, Bridget! Show Sandy-slut her place! Shit all over the sexy bitch!"
"Skinny whore!" Bridget gasped, climaxing again and again as she shit-bombed her helpless, sultry landlady. "I've wanted you for a long time, Sandy! I'm going to turn your scrawny ass into something even your mama wouldn't recognize!"
"I've got to take a piss," Arnie said, aiming his huge cock right at Sandy's pretty face. "Normally I'd just use the toilet, but it looks like some lazy slut's laid down on the job."
Sandy tensed as Arnie pissed all over her face. She turned her head, but Rocky stepped up to the other side and pissed on her from that direction too. After a moment, Chuck pulled his still-dripping cock from her reamed-out, cum-dripping asshole and started pissing too. He aimed his stream of piss right at the mound of shit that lay in the center of Sandy's shoulder blades. As he pissed on it, the turd dissolved, painting Sandy's tan skin a dirty shade of brown. And finally Sandy did throw up, spilling her dinner into the toilet they had chained her to, and as she did, her four tormentors laughed at her and called her names. Then Bridget pushed Sandy's head under the dirty toilet water.
CHAPTER THREE
Arnie dragged Sandy from the bathroom by the cuffs that bit into her slender wrists. Sandy came awake as he pulled her through the hall to the living room, and then she saw something that made her scream in horror.
"What's the matter, Sandy, don't you like your new bedroom?" Bridget asked, trying to sound sad but giggling as she asked the question. "We made it especially for you."
Sandy's new bedroom was a tiny cage. It was no more than a foot high and three feet across. Sandy couldn't imagine anyway she could fit inside it, but there was no doubt that it was the destination Arnie was dragging her to. The most horrible thing about it was the chain that led from it up to a pulley in the ceiling. The cage could be pulled off the floor. They were going to stuff her into that tiny cage and hoist her off the ground like a caged bird. "No!" Sandy murmured as Arnie dragged her toward the cage. "Please, no! I'll do anything you want! You can fuck me anyway you want to! Please don't put me in there!"
"Fucking bitch!" Arnie growled, stopping to kick Sandy hard in her silky ass. "Taking a free ride, bitch? If you're awake you ought to be on your hands and knees, crawling like the slut you are!"
Bridget, Chuck and Rocky gathered around Sandy, kicking her lean, lithe body and spitting on her face and tits.
Slowly, painfully, the sexy blonde rolled over onto her hands and knees. It took every ounce of her strength just to lift herself from the ground, and pain lanced up like burning needles through her ass and pussy. "Now crawl, Sandy-slave!" Bridget hissed, kicking Sandy brutally in the pit of her flat little stomach. "Drag your lazy, worthless ass into that cage!" Sandy had to turn her shoulders to wedge them through the cage's tiny door. Fiery agony coursed up from her pussy and asshole with every push of her legs against the plush living room carpet. Sandy's head hit the far side of the cage before her ass had entered the tiny door, and the sensuous blonde collapsed in a heap, her long, lean legs sliding out from under her and her head dropping to her arms.
"Bitch!" Bridget screamed, driving her foot savagely into the swollen, pouting pocket of Sandy's pussy. "Lazy, worthless whore! Shag that ass, bitch! It's time to crawl into your new home, you skinny little whore!" The others gathered around Sandy's ass, lashing her ass and pussy and thighs with brutal kicks. Every jolting impact sent new waves of pain shooting through Sandy's sleek, tawny body. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she began to inch her way forward into the cage.
Stuffing herself into the tiny cage was the hardest thing Sandy had ever had to do. Every muscle in her body screamed with fatigue as she twisted and turned her way into the tiny steel box.
She had to fold her knees to her ears to get into the tiny cage, and spread her legs out wide to either side of her body. She had to press her face against the floor of the cage and press her ass against its top to fit herself inside. "I'll be damned," Rocky said as he shut the tiny door and snapped its huge lock shut. "I never thought she was going to be able to get in there. That's an awful lot of bitch for such a tiny fucking cage."
"I told you," Bridget said, smirking at Sandy as the caged blonde moaned in agony. "All the skinny little cunt ever did was shake her ass through her ballet and her yoga shit. A few days in this cage will tell us just how fucking limber she really is."
Sandy moaned in despair at the idea of spending days in the tiny metal cage. Her shoulders and neck were already starting to ache horribly from the way they were smashed against the bottom of the box, and her impossibly wide-spread legs were already tingling from lack of circulation. Her silky thighs were crowded so closely against the sides of her head that she could barely draw a breath. Then something worse happened. Arnie and Rocky started to lift her into the air.
Sandy screamed as the cage lifted into the air. The swinging of the tiny metal box made the strain on her svelte body even worse. Arnie and Rocky lifted the cage to their waist level, and when they walked back toward her, their rock-hard cocks in hand, Sandy uttered a tiny, broken moan of despair. She was certain that she knew what was going to come next.