But this only made things worse for her. She lay on her side, still fastened to the chair. The edge of the chair still cut relentlessly into her belly. The more she fought against her ropes, the more the wooden chair back chafed her stomach. It seemed she was trapped forever.
"Damn," she cried, her hands jerking at the rope around her neck. She thought she could finally get rid of the ropes once and for all if she could get her head free.
The rope shredded under her clawing fingers and finally gave entirely. Her head free, she rolled back and got away from the chair. Her legs were still brutally fastened, but she could breathe. Rubbing her stomach where a giant red welt had grown sent agony knifing into her body.
But she was free!
It took her another five minutes to get her feet untied. Sheryle found it almost impossible to stand. Her legs were weak and rubbery and her insides heaved and trembled in emotion. She began to cry, wondering what she was supposed to do now.
Almost as an afterthought, she reached down and pulled the candle from her twat. The emptiness this caused in her snatch was almost more than she could bear.
Pain was endurable. She could live with it. But the hollowness in her life seemed everywhere. Abandoned by the one man who had shown her any attention at all, tied and left with a candle up her cunt, she didn't know what she should do.
A slow creaking noise caught her attention. A door was opening, as if by magic. She realized that everything in this bizarre house was done for a reason. The door wasn't opening by itself. Mr. Stanton wanted her in the next room.
"So, Mr. Stanton, you want me again," she raged. But the anger faded as she thought about it. He wanted her again. Otherwise the door wouldn't have budged. She was still pissed off but the anger was muted by the time she walked through the door.
The room was entirely, black. Hesitantly, she took a step forward. The door slammed shut behind her, startling her. And then all hell broke loose. Her feet were caught up in loops that threatened to pull her apart like the wishbone of a chicken.
Screaming, she tried to grab the ropes on her legs. They had already drawn her feet too far apart for her to successfully stop the drawing and quartering.
Pain lanced up into her snatch. She was being ripped apart by the action of the ropes. Blinding light hit her in the face. Blinking through tears of pain, she saw the impassive Stanton staring at her as if she were insignificant, a bug under glass and nothing more.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she blurted. She instantly regretted having said anything. The slight smile dancing at the corners of the man's mouth told her he enjoyed seeing her squirm.
He silently pointed. On a stone altar, Michael had been chained flat on his back. Sheryle had no idea what had been done to her boyfriend. Already he sported a throbbing, huge hard-on.
She simply stared at that pulsating fuck-stick as if it held her in some sort of mystical spell. Licking her lips, she wanted that prick. She wanted the taste of male musk on her tongue, she wanted the feel of that virile cock hot and hard against her lips. For a brief moment, she even forgot where she was and what Stanton was doing to her.
This pause was all he needed to loop ropes around her wrists. He now had her securely fastened at ankles and wrists. He began cranking on a pulley. Sheryle couldn't help but notice what the man was up to then. She was slowly being split apart.
"Ouch! This hurts. Why are you doing this to me?" she demanded. She was slowly being lifted off the floor and pulled farther apart. When her legs were yanked out almost straight on either side of her body in an aerial split, she knew she was going to pass out.
But she didn't. She hung on. She had to. Her hands were being pulled above her head, straightening her upper body. She was swinging gently to and fro in the air, unable to control her movements.
"You shall see," said Mr. Stanton, studying the situation. He cranked her up a little farther and then did something that caused her to move to a point directly above her bound boyfriend.
Sheryle knew then what the evil man in black was going to do to her. Her snatch was directly above the tip of Michael's prick. She was pulled wide in a split. All Stanton would have to do to fuck her would be to lower her a little. And the pulleys were designed for just that.
She didn't know if it was her arms or the ropes that creaked. She guessed it might be both. With her arms high over her head, the ropes biting harshly into her wrists, she couldn't tumble over and relieve the intense pressure on her crotch. Being pulled apart like this sent ripples of agony all the way up into her cunt, making it throb and convulse with more power than she had ever felt before. She knew without being told that any man's prick trapped in her twat now would be given one hell of an erotic massage by her cunt walls.
She groaned again as she was lowered onto Michael's erection. The prick wasn't in quite the right place. It went skittering along her juicy cuntlips and bounced off her asshole. She felt the hot cock trembling between the slabs of her ass.
"Not the right place," commented Stanton, as if dispassionately watching a television program.
His lack of emotion bothered Sheryle as much as the pain lancing up into her contorted body. She tried to shift the weight around her hips a little and relieve the pain. The only way she could do it was by pulling hard on the ropes fastened around her wrists. This took some of the pressure off her legs, but she couldn't support herself this way forever for very long.
As she dropped back down, she found that Stanton had tied a rope around the base of Michael's prick. By jerking and pulling on the rope, the man could position the prick under her wide-open cunt.
"Stop it," she moaned out. "You're hurting both of us. Don't do this to us, please, please, ohhhh!"
The shock that went through her as he lowered her cunt around her boyfriend's cock was unexpected. She thought she had felt everything in the way of sexual thrill. She was dead wrong. The split apart position guaranteed by the ropes on her ankles also made sure her cunt was impossibly small. The feel of Michael's monstrous cock reaming into her pussy was even more heavenly than the first time she had taken a cock all the way up her.
"Ummm, oh!" she cried out, the pain momentarily forgotten. She tensed and relaxed the walls of her cunt around the throbbing, virile fuck stick buried balls-deep in her. She could feel the rope tied around the base of the prick against her turgid cuntlips. The soft cotton rope was softening as her fuck juices leaked out and dribbled down the stem of Michael's pecker.
She opened her eyes and looked down on the youth. He was chained spread-eagle on the stone altar but the expression on his face matched hers. They were both beginning to enjoy this odd fucking. As long as his prick remained all the way up her cunt, she was happy. Rocking from side to side brought new excitement for both of them.
She was dangling from the ropes like the pendulum of a clock. Swinging caused her to spin around, his cock rubbing erotically against the walls of her pussy. Tensing and relaxing her cunt even more produced a yelp of pleasure from the bound youth. He smiled and nodded to her, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Now for the real fun," said Stanton, beginning to work on the pulleys again.
"NO!" screamed Sheryle, feeling the cock slide from her pussy. Tensing up as much as she could, she still wasn't able to stop the retreat of the thick cock from her twat. Michael's prick slipped from her pussy amid a lewd sucking noise. The vacuum formed between his cockhead and her pussy walls had been so intense, she felt as if her guts were being pulled out along with his boner.
"A little positioning and…"
And she was falling. She screamed again, unsure what was happening. She smashed down hard on the prick again. Her entire body convulsed with the motion. The teenager might have come. She didn't know. She had blacked out for a few seconds. When she regained her senses, she knew what was going on. Stanton was lifting and dropping her on Michael's prick.