He had bought a pair of Rachel's panties. He tore away the bikini she was wearing, and Jack unchained her feet long enough for the kid to slide the panties up her long, lush legs. The panties were silky and frilly.
"Piss in them," the boy said simply, stroking his big, hard cock. "Piss your pants, slut!" Rachel did as the boy told her. It was difficult to pee in front of all the boys, but her bladder was full from the tray of enema water Jack had made her drink. She cried out in shame as the panties filled with piss. Then the stinking yellow waste was spilling over the edges and running down her creamy inner thighs in pissy rivers. And right in the middle, of her pissing, the boy wrapped her in his powerful young arms and fucked his cock up into her pussy.
The beautiful housewife screamed in surprise and pain. The boy fucked her through the panties, pushing the silky cloth up inside her cunt. Rachel's piss ran all over him, but he didn't seem to mind. He latched his mouth onto her tits, feeding on her nipples.
Rachel gasped and grunted, the air driven from her lungs by every hammering blow of his cock inside her. He lifted her on his cock until the chains on her wrists went slack and the ones on he ankles dug painfully into her flesh. He stretched her cunt first in one direction and then another. Rachel's piss slowed and then stopped, but it was replaced by her cunt-cream, which was soon flowing all over the soiled panties. The boy fucked her panties so far up inside her that the beck panel stretched tight and tore around her jiggling ass.
"Fucking me good!" she hissed, kissing and licking the boy's face as he fucked her through one climax after another. "Don't stop, please don't stop! Fuck me forever! Fuck me to death!"
"I'd love to," the kid said as he shot his jism into her cunt through the filter of the thin panties. "But there's a lot of other guys here waiting for their turn. And I don't want to deprive anybody of a chance to fuck a sexy, hot-assed whore like you."
Rachel burned with shame and shivered with excitement over the boy's degrading compliment. She squeezed her battered pussy tight around his cocks letting his cum squirt deep inside her and then holding it there. She climaxed five times, one orgasm tumbling into another until she thought her body would explode, as the boy emptied his cock-cream inside her. Then, with his stiff cock still buried in her pussy, he started pissing.
Rachel screamed as the burning stream of piss filled her swollen cunt. The boy fucked her as he pissed, driving his spewing cock back and forth in her stretched cunt. Rachel moaned and cried, dragging her tongue all over his face. Another orgasm exploded through her cunt, this one so powerful that it left her weak and shivering. The boy's piss poured down her legs and splattered to the wound beneath her. The other boys pointed and laughed and bid even higher for the other items Jack was selling.
The boy took the panties off Rachel once he had finished pissing inside her. He stood in front of her with the panties wrapped around his cock and jerked off. Rachel begged him to fuck her some more, but he just smiled and shook his head, fucking his hand and her panties until he filled them with his cum.
The panties were a mess, and soiled with her piss and cunt-cream and his piss and jism. Rachel knew what he was going to do with them even before he rubbed them over her face and pressed them to her mouth.
"I spent good money for these," he said sweetly. "You don't want me to take them home all dirty, do you?"
"Please bring them back and fuck me through them some more," Rachel groaned. "You can do anything to me you want!"
"I know that," the boy said, and pushed the panties into her open mouth.
Rachel sucked the panties clean. The mixture of fuck-cream and puss made her stomach turn – and made her cum so powerfully that she thought her cunt was going to tear itself apart. When the boy held his hand out for the panties Rachel spit them into his palm. He rubbed them dry on her face before he walked away.
The next boy had bought an umbrella. He drove it up her ass while he fucked her cunt, and Rachel screamed in agony as he fucked almost two feet of it up her helplessly clasping shitter. When he finished fucking her, he made her lick the tip of the umbrella clean, then poked her tits and stomach and ass with it.
The next boy bought a hammer. He beat Rachel's big tits until she passed out. The other boys sprayed her with a garden hose to wake her up, and then the boy went to work on her again. He beat her stomach and ass with the hammer, then used the claw to pull her cunt wide open.
Rachel screamed until her voice was gone, then cried in silence as the boy brutalized her with the hammer. The last thing he did was work the head inside her cunt while he fucked his cock up her ass. He hammer-fucked her pussy while he pounded his cock up her asshole.
After that the boys' actions began to blur together. It got harder and harder for Rachel to breathe, hanging as she was by her arms.
A boy worked her over with a yardstick, and she seemed to remember him driving almost the whole length of it up her hole. A boy bought a coffee mug and worked the whole thing up into her cunt. He made her piss again, then forced her to drink the cup dry. By the time the last boy had bought an item and used it to torture Rachel's sleek, sultry body the sun had gone down and the yard was dark. Rachel hung limply from the chains that held her spread-eagled. Her luscious body bore the marks of a hundred different kinds of torture. Her cunt and asshole were inflamed and swollen. Her inner thighs were frosted with jism, and cum had run in shag trails down her long, shapely legs.
Jack counted his money and was shocked by just how much he had made off Rachel's sexy body and beautiful face. He hadn't known his friends had so much cash. He looked at the gorgeous housewife and felt both admiration and contempt. She was still the most beautiful bitch he had ever seen, even with the cum of a couple dozen guys dripping from her cunt and whole, even with welts and scratches and bite marks covering almost every inch of her creamy skin. She had cum maybe fifty times while she was strapped to the tree. Now she was hardly conscious.
"Mrs. Welch is really something else, isn't she?" he asked, unhooking the chains from around her ankles. "And she gives the world's greatest head. Since you guys already spent so much money, I'll tell you what. A buck a shot and you can have her suck you off, lick your balls, lick your ass, shit, even piss down her throat. But first I need some fucking help getting her down. She might look skinny, but those tits must weigh twenty pounds each."
Every boy in the yard rushed forward to help him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Please!" Rachel whined. "Pleeaasse! Jack-ak! You know how sensitive my tits are!"
"Yes, I do," Jack said with a grin. "And I know how big they are too. The quicker you suck off my buddies, the bigger they'll stay. If not, I've got the feeling these boys you have here might just squash those big old tits down to size."
Rachel was kneeling in front of a small table. Her arms were drawn tight behind her back, bound from wrist to elbow with electrical tape. Her shoulders ached and the muscles in her arms felt as though they had been torn beyond repair, but the submissive beauty paid hardly any attention at all to those small discomforts. All her attention was directed in front, toward the pain that was about to start.
Fastened to the side of the table were two huge table vises. They were opened all the way, their flat metal jaws almost a foot apart. It was still a tight fit for Rachel's big tits. The vises would have to be tightened several inches before they started to hurt her, but that was only a few turns of the metal handles.
Rachel was supposed to suck the cum from every one of Jack's friends. When she heard that they had paid a dollar each for the chance to fuck her mouth, she had felt like the world's biggest whore. And each boy could turn the crank one half a turn for each minute she took to make him cum. The worst part of all was the electrical tape that bound her legs together from her ankles to mid thighs, that wrapped around her back and stomach and the table legs and stuck to her ribs and the far edge of the table. The only part of her body she could move was her head. She was helpless, and facing the most terrible torture she could imagine.