"Here's the cart," Bridget said proudly, wheeling Sandy's dinner cart from the kitchen. "You guys can do whatever you want with her, but I get first dibs on the vibrators. I'm going to make the silly whore cum." Sandy looked at the cart with a sick, tired fascination as Bridget picked up two silver torpedoes of shining metal. A hopeless moan escaped her lips when she saw what was arranged on the three shelves of the cart. There were tongs and pins, long staffs of iron and vicious-looking clamps. There were dildos of every size, some spiked, others sporting straps and rubber balls. There were coiled whips and ping pong paddles, canes and riding crops. There were metal rings and candles and dozens of other devices. On the bottom shelf there was a small generator.
Bridget clicked the vibrators on.
"Like it, don't you, Sandy-slut?" Bridget laughed happily as she touched one vibrator to the shuddering, silky skin of Sandy's ass and slid the other along the cum-stained smoothness of her inner thighs. "You bet you do, you skinny tramp! I'm going to make you so crazy with these little babies that you won't know what the fuck to do!"
The vibrators made Sandy's firm, bronzed skin shake, heated her flesh until it felt like she was burning. They tickled and massaged away the itch at the same time.
Sandy tried with every ounce of her will power to keep from responding to the seductive touch of the vibrators, but as Bridget brushed them over her firm ass and long, lean thighs, she began to squirm with pleasure. "That's it, slut!" Rocky growled. He scowled and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?" Sandy stared with wide-eyed tenor as Rocky lit the cigarette. Chuck picked a handful of pins up off the dinner cart, and a tiny mewl of horror escaped the trapped beauty. Still she couldn't still the slow, sensual squirming of her sleek body against the enticing massage of Bridget's vibrators. She knew that Rocky and Chuck were going to hurt her terribly, but she was feeling things now that she had never felt before.
"Suck my cock," Arnie said, picking up two strong metal clamps from the table and stepping in front of Sandy's face. The huge head of his cock would just fit between the bars of her cage. "Give me a good blow-job, landlady." Sandy stared up at the huge man with hate and desperation. Horrible pain tore through her body, both from the savage rapes of her pussy and cunt and from the horribly unnatural position the cage forced her into. Her face was crushed against the bars, an easy target for Arnie's massive cock. She clamped her lips tightly shut and stared at him defiantly.
"Stupid bitch," Rocky said, and dragged the lit tip of his cigarette over the slender biceps of Sandy's right arm.
"Noooooo!" Sandy howled as fire burned her flesh. She writhed wildly inside the cage, swinging it from side to side. "Bastards! Bastards! Bastards!" Rocky moved the cigarette at a speed just fast enough to keep from scarring the sultry blonde beauty, just slow enough to turn her bronzed skin a dark shade of red.
He ran the cigarette all over her arm, wiggling it into the sensitive fold of her elbow and then dragging it straight up her tender inner arm. When Rocky touched the burning cigarette tip to her armpit, Sandy moaned with pain.
"That's it," Bridget said sarcastically, moving the vibrators all over Sandy's ass and upper thighs. "Shake that pretty little ass. See, Sandy-cunt, you thought you were all tired out. Silly bitch, you haven't even gotten started yet."
Rocky pulled the cigarette back to take a puff on it. The ember was flaring bright red when he slid it over the tender flesh behind Sandy's right knee. The sexy slave screamed in agony. Sandy opened her mouth wide for the advance of Arnie's monstrous cock.
"Flap out your scummy little tongue," Arnie said, and when Sandy did, he snapped a metal clamp shut on it.
Pain exploded through Sandy's head, pain more intense than any she had ever felt. She tried to jerk her tongue back between her lips. The clamp was too big to fit inside her mouth. Her tongue felt crushed beyond repair. She jerked her head from side to side, trying desperately to dislodge the horrible metal clamp. Arnie and the others laughed at her pitiful display, and Chuck stepped in with the pins.
Sandy screamed around the clamp as Chuck pushed his first pin into the firm, tanned flesh of her left thigh. She thrashed helplessly inside her cage as he worked the pin around, sending waves of paralyzing pain through her svelte, sexy body.
On the other side, Rocky pushed the tip of his cigarette against the side of Sandy's right tit, and she jerked so hard that the cage bounced at the end of its chain.
Sandy surged wildly from one side of the cage to the other, unable to move more than a few inches inside the tiny metal box. Her mind exploded with fear and desperation as she realized how completely helpless she was. Every inch of her silky, sexy body was vulnerable to their torture, and she was pinned so tightly inside the tiny cage that she couldn't move to protect herself. Arnie unsnapped the clamp from her tongue. Sandy tried to pull her tongue back inside her mouth, but it didn't seem to want to move. It was as though Arnie had sprained her tongue with the clamp. Then Arnie was rubbing the leaking, nasty head of his cock all over her tongue, smearing it with greasy fuck-lube. As Sandy slowly, painfully, pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, Arnie followed it with his cock.
At the angle she was forced into by her position in the cage, Sandy's open mouth was on a straight line with her throat. Arnie pushed his huge cock straight down her gullet, stretching her lips until they cracked and bled, wedging her jaws apart until they felt as though they'd never fit together properly again. When his cock-head plugged her throat, Sandy struggled desperately, unable to breathe at all. Arnie didn't care. He scoured her constrictive throat with his mammoth cock, plugging the tight channel so completely that Sandy thought he might not be able to pull it back out.
Arnie moaned in pleasure at the tight clasp of Sandy's throat. She gagged uncontrollably as he fed her his whole foot of cock, and the frantic squeezing of her throat around his monster prick turned him on even more. With a grin, he reached through the bars of the cage and snapped one of the clamps shut on Sandy's pretty cheek.
Sandy was lost in a world of hellish agony. Rocky and Chuck circled her supine, sexy body, burning her and stabbing her at will. Chuck stabbed a pin into the long, brown bud of her left nipple, and Sandy's back arched with anguish. Rocky touched his cigarette high on her inner thighs, right next to where Bridget was teasing pleasure from Sandy with her vibrators. The pain was so intense that Sandy wanted to die.
Arnie's balls settled heavily over Sandy's chin and his black crotch hair pressed into her nose and forehead. His cock plugged her throat so completely that she couldn't breathe, and her trapped, sultry body squirmed with desperation as she slowly suffocated. Arnie worked on her beautiful face with his clamps, sending sharp bolts of pain through her head. But there was something else too, something that was threatening to drive Sandy mad. She was feeling pleasure.
Her three masters were visiting a dozen different varieties of pain on her helpless, sexy body. But she was feeling pleasure too, pleasure that was being forced on her unwilling body by the vibrators Bridget was moving over her ass and thighs.
Sandy's lower body tingled with warmth and excitement, and she couldn't stop her cunt from twitching, her ass from swinging from side to side inside the narrow confines of the cage. Bridget played the vibrators over Sandy's body, teasing the trapped beauty by moving them all around her pussy and asshole without ever touching them to the quivering fuck-holes.