"Lynn," Billy said, "If you promise to be good and not try to take these things out of your cunt or asshole, we'll let you loose for awhile."
Lynn closed her eyes, shivering. She nodded, then whispered, "I promise."
They released her, arms first, then waist, thigh and ankles.
Lynn rolled over, looking at them. The boys were naked, looking quite pleased with themselves.
She felt strange sensations between her legs, the hard thing inside her cunt and the knotted rope stuffed into her asshole. She tried to deny the tingling of heat between her thighs and between the cheeks of her ass.
Billy tweaked her nipple, then pinched it hard.
Lynn winced with pain, but her dark eyes stared steadily into his.
Billy pinched her other nipple just as hard, and still she didn't cry out. She had gasped softly as the sharp pain went through her tits, but that was the only sound she made.
"Now come down and fix breakfast for us," Billy said.
"My robe," she murmured. "Let me wear my robe at least."
"Naw," he replied. "You gotta be naked." Lynn's face flamed with shame. Getting to her feet, she found it was difficult to walk. She had to keep her legs spread apart, so she moved in an awkward, straddle-legged way. It was shameful, too, being naked before her stepsons. They made her go first down the stairs, and she listened with a flushed face to their comments about her ass. The few inches of rope that stuck out from her asshole could be seen, and that seemed to excite them very much.
By the time they arrived in the kitchen, the boys had very hard cocks. That was enough proof to her just how excited they were. She tried to keep her eyes averted from them as she went about fixing breakfast.
When she set the platter of eggs and sausages on the table, they made her butter their toast too. She was being treated not as their stepmother, but as a slave.
As they ate, she was forced to stand between them hands at her sides. Tony pinched a cheek of her ass very hard, leaving a bruise on her smooth, creamy skin. Billy pulled at her cunt hair. What was worse, they did it at the same time, so she couldn't jerk away from either boy.
When they finished eating, Tony began to bite at one tit, his brother the other. The sharp pain shot through her, and suddenly, the rope was yanked from her asshole.
"Ohhhh!" she yelped, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes enormous.
The knotted rope puffing from her asshole so quickly had, unbelievably, caused her to come. Her cunt closed tightly about the object inside it, gripping and clutching. Her body trembled as she came, her hips jerking back and forth in an involuntary fucking manner.
"You like that, Lynn?" Billy asked, holding the rope up for her to see. "That made you come, huh? Did your cunt explode, Lynn?"
"No!" she hissed.
"Bullshit!" Billy snorted. "You came, all right. Why were you pumping your ass, then."
She wanted to make a nasty retort, but she knew it would only earn her more torture.
"Come with us," he said, pushing his chair back.
She went, but unwillingly.
They led her into the garage, and her eyes became wide. Sometime during the night they had arranged the garage into something resembling a makeshift torture chamber. The car had been backed out, and the garage door was down, much to her relief.
She saw the hooks on the walls, knowing that they were for her. A barrel, dirty and rusty, was positioned in the center of the garage, with hooks pounded into the floor. They were for her arms and legs, she realized.
Fear went through her naked body. They meant business now. She started to turn back into the house, but her arm was grabbed roughly by Billy. His fingers cut into her soft, tender flesh beneath her armpit, making her wince in pain.
"You aren't going anywhere, Lynn," he said. "You're gonna stay here with us, and you're really gonna enjoy what we plan on doing to you."
She was afraid to resist when they pulled her to the wall where the hooks were. They secured her arms high above her head, then spread her legs wide, her ankles secured to the bottom hooks.
She was not uncomfortable, but she was very vulnerable. Her crotch was spread, the pink lips of her cunt exposed. The way her arms were stretched up, her tits tilted toward the ceiling, making them look fuller.
She watched her stepsons with fearful eyes as they opened a small trunk. They removed two clips, the type a person finds on a clipboard. Immediately she began to shake, yet she also felt a tingling sensation in her nipples. To her horror, her nipples lifted into hardness. As they approached with the clips, she twisted her body, unable to free herself.
Billy clipped one to her nipple. It was so tight, so very tight. Her nipple hurt horribly. Tony attached a clip to her other nipple. Lynn felt tears running from her eyes. The pain became excruciating. Billy and Tony looked at their handiwork, pleased to see how much pain they were giving her. Although her tits ached, she could not resist glancing at their intensely throbbing cocks. She felt herself becoming excited, fighting against unexpected arousal and losing the battle.
The hard object inside her cunt was still in place, and she felt her clit growing.
The boys noticed it, too. From his pocket, Billy pulled out a clothespin.
"What are you going to do with that?" Lynn asked, her voice shaking.
"Put it on your cunt," Billy grinned.
"Don't!" Lynn gasped, watching him open and close the pin. "Please don't, Billy! It will hurt too much! Do something else to me, but don't make me hurt any more!"
Tony laughed. "Now she's begging for cock!"
Grabbing at straws, Lynn nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's right. Fuck me instead!"
"You're not as much a goody-two-shoes as you pretend, are you?" Billy laughed.
Lynn, with her face burning in shame, gasped. "You can fuck me, both of you. I'll let both of you fuck me, but please don't hurt me any more! I'll make a bargain with you. Turn me loose, and you can do anything you want with me, and I'll never say anything to your father. We can all have some fun, can't we?"
"We're having plenty of fun, Lynn," Tony said, his eyes going up and down her perfectly shaped, slender body. "Besides, we can fuck you anytime we want. All we have to do is tie you up and do it."
Lyhn sobbed. They were cruel to her, did horrible things to her body she never dreamed of, yet, she realized, she wanted more. It was crazy! But there was no denying those multiple orgasms she had experienced. The pleasure of those orgasms were the most fantastic she had ever experienced.
"I'll do things for you," she sobbed, watching Billy shove that clothespin toward her cunt. "I'll do all kinds of things for you. Just turn me loose and I'll show you. Please, let me do things for you."
Billy clamped the pin on her cunt hair then pulled. Pain shot through her cunt. She arched her hips to ease the pain, but he pulled again, and the pin slipped off her hair, strands clinging to it. Once again he attached it to her curd hair, leaving it there a moment while he helped his brother.
Lynn looked down to see them tying a cord to the clips on her nipples, then up past her shoulders, securing the cord to nails in the wall. Her nipples were pulled up very tight, aching from the stretching.
She tucked her chin to her neck when Billy squatted between her feet. He removed the pin from her cunt hair, then clipped it to her clit. The pressure on her tender clit caused her to cry out in pain.
Billy had drilled a small hole in the clothespin and now he attached it to a nail a few inches below her spread-out crotch, making it pull at her clitoris, but not enough to pull the pin off. She felt her clitoris stretching just as her nipples had been stretched.