"Yeah," Billy said, smiling as the young teenager gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was grueling. All the beating she'd, received earlier paled under the possible agony waiting her. Carol watched as her cousin took out another screw and clamped it to her left labe, screwing it against her other thigh. Her cunt-lips were pulled far apart now. Oh, God, how grotesque!
"How about the rings?" Ron said, licking his lips in excitement. He and Jack pulled her arms back tightly, feeling a thrill of power when Carol moaned. Her shoulders and arms were aching.
"Sure… but not for the ears, Carol," Billy said, taking out a pair of heavy rings from the drawer, opening them, then attaching them to her nipples. Carol shivered under the heavy pull of the metal on her cunt-lips and her tit-tips. They were pushing her to the limit, watching to see what would drive her mad. No, no, she wouldn't give Billy and his friends the pleasure of watching her break down in front of them. They could throw anything they wanted at her, even laugh as they forced her to come. There seemed to be nothing she could do to control her pussy. But Carol could control her stamina, finding new strength in her sexuality to oppose these boys, to fight off their struggle to bring her to heel. They could make her cum shamelessly, but they couldn't crush her in the dirt permanently. She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream. She had to survive.
Billy took out some cord and threw it to Jack. The two young farm boys bound her wrists to the legs of the table, stretching her arms over her head. The cord was thin, cutting into the already chafed flesh. Carol knew the more she struggled the more damage she'd do to her wrists.
"Tight up there?" Billy asked, pulling more rope from the drawer.
"Hog-tied!" Ron yelled.
Carol's cousin bound her ankles to her thighs with the thicker twine, making sure, her knees would point up straight in the air. Then he attached a broad loop to one knee, ran the twine under the table, then slid it around her other knee. Carol saw that this method of knotting prevented her from snapping her knees and thighs together. She was completely opened now, vulnerable to anything.
"Okay," he told her as she lay there, "I'm really gonna start on you."
Carol groaned. Her body was distorted, pain cramping her muscles. As she watched, Billy opened his shirt, tugging open his Levi's, pushing them down to his knees. Ron and Jack did the same. She stretched her neck, watching as the three men worked their fingers over their limp cocks until their rods grew thick and long.
"I've beaten the fuck outta you with this thing," Billy said, holding his belt in his hand and trailing the tip over her thighs, "But I ain't never hit down there."
Billy snapped his hand back, and jerked it forward, letting the looped belt strike down hard at her clit.
"Eeeeeyyyahhhhh!" Carol shrieked. She couldn't believe anything could hurt like that. Agonizing pain ripped through her crotch, radiating to all parts of her body. The girl's back arched, her head snapping from side to side while her fingers and toes fanned out. The muscles bulged out against her welted flesh as scream after scream ripped from her throat.
Billy waited until his cousin calmed down, then struck at her pussy again. Carol bounced her asscheeks wildly on the table, desperately puffing at the twine cutting into her skin at every move, trying to get away. The girl tried to clamp her thighs together, but of course the ropes held her cunt wide open. Was this the ultimate torture? Was he going to ruin her for life? Looking up at Billy's savage, twisted face, Carol was sure he was!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The pulling of the screws seemed to increase the intensity of the pain as Billy concentrated his light whipping of Carol's pussy. The girl wallowed her shoulders against the table, pulling wildly at the ropes, ignoring the chafing against her wrists and ankles. Every muscle in her body tensed and strained. The twine gouged, sliding back and forth against the blonde's wrists and the table. Billy kept striking her body, whipping heir thighs, knees and cunt with the looped belt until he had his cousin screaming crazily. Carol realized dimly that her rape and further experience with Billy and his friends made her discover this awful streak of hidden masochism in her. The more pain she felt, the more actual pleasure built in her body. Looking at Billy, she saw his trip was different – he enjoyed inflicting pain, enjoyed watching others suffer as he crushed them in the dirt under his boot. Yes, they made a perfect, unholy match. As the belt crashed down again the thrill of pleasure overpowered the pain. Slowly her body was getting used to the beating, deadening itself to the pain.
"Beg, bitch!" he demanded, holding the belt in front of her, dangling it like a noose.
"No, no, you go to hell!" she screamed back.
"Fuckin' bitch!"
But there was no anger in this comment. Instead, Billy seemed to enjoy what she said, hoping she'd repeat herself when he finished with her.
Throwing the belt to one side, he jumped onto the table, his mouth hungrily looking for hers. When he found it, he chewed on her lips, drawing blood.
"Unnnnghhh!"
Carol felt a power she'd never sensed before flowing through her veins. For a second, she thought she could tear through the ropes. Sexuality made her muscles tense, her blood race, her heart pound wildly. Then she realized something hot and wet was touching her forehead. Rolling her eyes up, the girl saw two fat, dark-red cock-heads. Ron and Jack were moving their dicks over her forehead, grunting with pleasure. She was surrounded with cock-meat. Carol arched her back again, feeling a rush of unholy lust course through her veins.
"You wanna get fucked again – fucked like this, pinned down? Man, you're gonna get it whether you want it or not," Billy growled, moving his face down her throat and biting the side of her neck.
Carol's body squirmed and strained under his pawing hands as he drove his tongue into her mouth. Carol wanted to bite the wiggling thing. But oh, what it was doing to her mind. She felt her throat tighten, her heart beat quickly, her cunt wink shut with heat. His tongue fluttered in and out of her mouth, now caressing her lips, now driving back in over her tonsils and nearly touching the back of her throat. He grabbed her hair with one of his large hands while he slid his other under the girl's butt and squeezed the tortured asscheeks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded buns only inflamed her burning lust more.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
The sounds coming from her mouth could have been screams. But Billy's mouth blocked the way. The young boy hoped they were screams. Knowing he had tied and beaten his cousin into a sexual frenzy nearly made him shoot his wad right there.
Carol could taste his spit running down her throat. And even though one part of her wanted to claw him to pieces, another part enjoyed the flames of wild thrills building higher and higher in her pussy. Her body didn't care about how her cousin was treating her. Her body wanted more excitement, more stimulation. She felt his hot breath against her forehead, in her nostrils. Carol knew he was going to fuck her again, fuck her without mercy, fuck her with those horrible-looking screws pulling her labes apart. She didn't care. Yes, those clamps were actually adding to the excitement. Their screw-like handles were rubbing against her slick, velvety cuntal surfaces, drawing more juice up from her snatch.
"Nnnnghhhh!"
The pressure of the screws on her cunt-lips and nipples made her beg silently for Billy's cock. She thought of the first time he fucked her and she gasped for air. Now she could feel his dick rubbing against her inner thighs, sliding up and down her legs, getting closer to her snatch. There was still some pain. And something told the young girl that the pain would actually make her orgasm that much more intense.