"Going to stick you like a pin cushion, you sexy whore!" Chuck whispered, pushing one pin after another into the pointy cushions of Sandy's tits. "After I'm finished, we'll play connect-the-dots all over your slutty little body!" Sandy burned with shame at Chuck's words and squirmed with pain with each new pin he stuck into her ravaged tits. Her perky nipples looked like the centers of a dart board, speared with a dozen pins each, and the firm, pointy mounds which surrounded them were sprinkled with dozens more steel bars. But the pain the pins caused was nothing compared to what she felt the first time Rocky dragged his cigarette over the pink lips of her pussy. "That got the lazy whore going!" Bridget giggled like a schoolgirl as Sandy whipped her ass from side to side in a frenzied attempt to escape the brush of Rocky's lit cigarette over her tender pussy-lips. "Are you shaking your ass for a fuck, tiny tits? Here, you skinny slut, fuck on this!" Sandy screamed around the throat-clogging girth of Arnie's cock as Bridget fucked a vibrator up inside her devastated pussy. Pussy-juice filled her cunt. Waves of burning, pain-filled pleasure coursed through her trapped body, making her squirm and twist with passion.
Arnie moaned as Sandy's throat vibrated around his big cock. He bucked his ass, trying to drive his cock even farther down her throat. He pulled at her lust pink lips with the clamps until they stretched inches from her teeth. Then he pulled at her cheeks until her face face was pulled grotesquely out of shape. He had never felt any pleasure to equal that of Sandy's tiny throat struggling hopelessly around his massive slab of cock. He felt like he was going to cum any second.
Sandy felt the exact same way, and it terrified and revolted her. Never in her life had she orgasmed, but she could feel her cunt twitching, her clit wriggling under the electrical stimulation of the vibrator. Sandy burned with humiliation at the idea that she could be manipulated to a climax against her will. And Sandy was terrified because of what the orgasm might mean. Could it be that she really was some kind of slut, a pain-loving whore who got off on being treated like an animal? The idea made the luscious blonde wish she were dead. Arnie looked down on the trapped beauty, smiling at what they had done to her. Sandy was almost unconscious from lack of oxygen, and in her newly blacked out state, her will power was disappearing. She was about to cum, cum while she was being smothered to death by a huge prick, while being turned into a human pin cushion, while being burned with a lit cigarette in a cage that folded her body almost double.
The sexy blonde landlady was a strong-willed bitch, but Arnie was confident now that she was going to break. After all, they had all the time in the world to fuck her over, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. The thought of how utterly helpless Sandy was sent a wave of excitement coursing through Arnie, and his jism boiled up through his balls. He snapped his clamps shut on the corners of Sandy's lips and pulled her mouth wide open as he shot his spunk down her throat.
Sandy's spit and his pre-cum drooled down over her face, and a moment later it was joined by clotted waves of jism. Arnie pulled his cock out of Sandy's throat and let her have it in her face.
Sandy smiled in pitiful gratitude as air filled her lungs once more. She choked on Arnie's gooey jism, but even choking on a load of cum was better than being cock-smothered.
Arnie slapped and rubbed his spurting prick all over Sandy's beautiful face, bathing her perfect features in slimy jism, but the cruelly trapped blonde didn't try to pull away. She would have done anything for Arnie in gratitude for him letting her breathe again. She even licked at his geysering prick when he rubbed it past her wide-open mouth.
"Cock-hungry whore," Chuck said, sticking pins all over the tanned, silky firmness of Sandy's rounded asscheeks. "Look at the way she's going after that jism. She loves it! She's nothing but a hot-assed tramp!"
"Tell us how it feels to cum!" Bridget cried, brutally fucking Sandy's cunt with one vibrator while she dragged the other all over Sandy's quivering pink pussy-lip. "Talk to us, you skinny little whore! Tell us every fucking thing you're feeling or I'm going to rip your scummy pussy-lips right off your worthless cunt!" Sandy gasped around a throatful of gummy fuck-cream, going into convulsions under the vibrating fuck she was getting. Her cunt clamped around the vibrator so tightly that Bridget ha to struggle to stab it back and forth. Her cunt gushed juice in waves that covered the second vibrator in streams of sticky fluid.
"Good," Sandy said at last. She shrieked in sudden pain as Arnie joined Chuck in covering her smooth back and long, slender arms with sharp-tipped pins. "Tickles! Hurts! Burns! It feels so good! You dirty bastards! You're turning me into an animal!"
"Turn into one, then," Rocky said, and put out his cigarette on the vulnerable pink ring of her asshole.
Sandy screamed insanely as her first-ever orgasm thundered its way through her tortured, helpless body. She whipped her ass against the bars of the cage and banged her head against the hard metal floor.
Arnie and Chuck stuck pins in her palms and the soles of her feet, and Rocky ground out his cigarette on the tender bud of her asshole. It all felt like pleasure to Sandy. And when Rocky dropped his cigarette to the bottom of the cage, Bridget drove the second vibrator completely inside the clutching chute of Sandy's asshole.
The blonde's lean, sultry body bounced uncontrollably inside the tiny cage, writhing against her will in an unbelievable erotic display of passion. She frothed at the mouth and snapped at the air like a rabid dog. She cried out in despair, realizing finally and fully that her body was no longer her own. She was a slave.
And she couldn't stop cumming.
They watched her for almost thirty minutes before they left her. Even after they were gone, the buzzing of the vibrators plunged deep in her pussy and asshole and the pain from the pins that stuck out all over her sexy body kept her bucking and twitching through one orgasm after another. She could hear her tormentors rummaging through her possessions, tearing things up and fixing their dinner.
They went into her bedroom and she heard them laughing as they broke up her things and shredded her clothes. Then she heard Bridget moaning with passion as she took on all three of the men.
Finally she heard nothing, and she cried like a lost soul at the knowledge that they had gone to sleep, leaving her hanging in her torture cage. But she never stopped cumming. Even after her unnatural position had made her arms and legs go numb and her back knot with cramps, she came. Sandy climaxed and cried, knowing that her life would never be the same again.
CHAPTER FOUR
They left Sandy in the cage for three days. For three days they kept her trapped in the tiny metal box, her legs folded on either side of her head, her arms and face and ass pressed against the unyielding bars.
For the full three days they gave Sandy neither a bite to eat nor a drop to drink. They tormented her by eating and drinking in front of her. They poured water onto the floor in front of her and put food on a table inches in front of the cage. On the third day Bridget made Sandy plead for an hour for a glass of steaming yellow piss. Sandy promised the voluptuous redhead everything, offered herself to her body and soul. Then Bridget smashed Sandy's lips together with one of the big metal clamps and poured the glass of piss all over her face. During her three days in the cage, Sandy was being almost constantly molested. Often two or three of her captors, and sometimes all four, would take part in her torture. Even during the few times when all four of her masters were gone there were vibrators and other devices to continue her sexual abuse. For the first two days they amused themselves with finding things of Sandy's to destroy in front of her. They burned her picture albums, broke her china, smashed her furniture and shredded her clothes.