"What is this?"
The teen was rubbing her chafed wrists against each another, feeling the sore flesh ache from the constant pulling and rubbing of the leather thongs. Wincing, she had moved in front of Bart, feeling her naked ass checks shiver against one another.
Tina was blushing horribly, hating the feeling of being naked in front of this man. Even though he had raped her so brutally, still the young teen felt terribly obscene walking round without any clothes on in front of Bart.
"My playroom. Well, not only mine. There's a bunch of us hangin' around here. Like it?"
"It's it's horrible!"
Tina's eyes widened as she scanned the room around her. All over the place were strange, frightening-looking instruments. And in the center was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet screwed into it.
"You'll have a change of heart when I take a few pictures of you," Bart said, taking her by the wrist and leading her to a pillory standing to the left of the keg.
"Oh, please, no, don't don't do anything more to hurt me!"
Bart threw back his head and laughed, peering down at her as he opened the bottom half of the stocks.
"You like it! I know you do, even though you don't get it yet! You will, baby, you will!"
He thrust her legs through the holes, then slammed the board shut. Lifting the top portion and bracing her hanging body against his chest, Bart shoved her arms through the smaller holes, locking the entire device with a loud click.
Tina sat there, her arms and legs held, her ass hanging down. She screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her long blonde hair sweeping over her back. She tried tugging her arms.
Tina heard Bart rummaging around behind her. Then he had a camera in his right hand. Aiming the lens at her, he snapped a picture, the flash blinding her for a moment. Tina heard the whirring sound of the film easing out from the bottom of the camera. In a moment, she saw her image her tits squeezed tightly together while her ass hung down invitingly. Her heart sank. If something like that got out it would ruin her and shame her mother.
"See? Helping me don't seem too bad, eh?"
"I won't," Tina said, but this time with less resolve.
Pushing down his pants and slipping off his boots, Bart freed his flaccid cock. He was going to fuck her again, she thought, her eyes rounding in fear. She wanted to scream, to stop the thoughts racing around in her confused brain. It was all too horrible to believe. Her head was pounding and she was having trouble catching her breath.
Tina stiffened, moaning a little as Bart pulled the wooden cask over next to her. The girl shivered with the strain of no support under her ass. The awful wooden stocks were starting to scrape her arms and legs.
Tina closed her eyes in defeat, resting one check against her arm while clenching and unclenching her fingers. With deep gusting breaths, she filled her lungs, trying to make herself brave while Bart busied himself around her.
Turning her head, she watched as the big man attached a long black rubber hose to the faucet. There was a conical steel head on the end of the hose.
The girl realized with shaming horror that her cunt was still active, the nerve endings still itchily pulsing from her last fuck. Bart had started something in her young, inexperienced body, and it was still going on.
Tina could feel the juices still oozing from her fuckshot as her outer cuntlips folded over one another, swelling with blood. She shivered, feeling her hardened nipples rubbing itchily over the rough, splintery wood in front of her.
The sound of something scraping caught Tina's attention. Bart was carrying a stool, one different from the one she had been strapped to earlier. This was taller, nearly the height of her hanging asscheeks. But there was something sticking straight up from its center. Something like a long silver prong screwed into the seat with two long black wires dangling from it.
Bart slipped the stool under Tina, raising her ass for a moment, then letting it slide back down. Tensing her thighs until they ached from the cramping, Tina managed to keep her cunt away from the blunt head of the awful thing.
"You can't keep that up forever," Bart said, watching her jerk her hanging ass up in the air, the asscheeks trembling with the tension. "Sooner or later you're gonna have to ease up, and when you do, that cock's gonna slide right up into your cunt!"
Tina sobbed, grinding her teeth as she felt the tension aching through her thighs and legs. Her belly muscles cramped as she reddened with the effort of keeping her pussy off the dildo.
"And, to make you feel a little better, maybe a little looser, I've got some beer here for you. But, you'll have to take it through the ass since your hands seemed to be tied up for a while."
"What?"
"I made it myself, something my grandfather taught me. It's real strong, not like that shit you buy in stores. It'll get you real high in no time."
"This is crazy!" Tina gasped, her eyes widening as Bart took the rubber hose and brought it over to her ass.
Again she tried jerking her ass away. But this time there was no escaping the big man's hands. She felt his fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, and felt the cold scrape of the nozzle against her shitter. Tina could feel her ass muscles tensing, refusing to admit the horrible thing. But Bart was determined. He pushed the first part in, then shoved all the way.
Tina screamed, her eyes popping from her head, her face draining of blood as she felt the steely intrusion fuck all the way into her ass. She blew air from her puffed cheeks several times, her arms and legs spanning from the invasion.
"Take it out! Oh God, take it out! Oh, you're hurting me!"
Tears glazed her eyes running down her flushed cheeks as Tina fought for air. Bart was shoving the tube in farther, feeding the rubber hose up into her bowels until the teen could feel her guts clenching and kinking in painful cramps.
Tina felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around the hose, trying to push it out. The clamping movement increased the pain in her shitter. Again the girl tried pushing as if she were going to take a shit.
She writhed on the pillow, still trying to keep her cunt away from the threatening steel dildo inches from her pussy. But there was no way she could free herself from the pain.
Bart laughed, pushing the final few inches in, then stepping back and uncoiling the black wire that dangled to the floor. Tina closed her eyes, working her ass muscles, feeling the nozzle push uncomfortably into her gut. The terrible, terrible man was fucking her again, only this time he was using instruments instead of his cock.
She let out a baleful moan, feeling her thigh muscles starting to give way. She was lowering her ass against her will, feeling her body inch down until the girl felt the cold, steely brush of the steel dildo against her cunt.
Tina gasped, her tongue wetting her dry, cracked lips as she jerked her ass up again. But she could feel the fatigue throbbing through her legs and thighs. She wouldn't be able to keep herself up. She was going to let her ass slide down. She was going to let the dildo fuck into her cunt.
With a groan of defeat, Tina let her ass slip down, her cuntlips peeling back and stretching around the smooth, cold dildo.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
She jerked her ass up once more, this time not even pulling away from the dildo. Her cunt muscles shivered, her pussy wrinkling up and trembling at the cold, smooth surface raping its fly into her. Her thighs ridged, her arms shaking again as Tina's ass fell lower and lower. There was nothing she could do to prevent the dildo from fucking into her.
She could hear Bart laughing behind her, watching as she slipped lower and lower. There was more scraping, then another flash followed by a whirring sound. He was having the time of his life taking all those photos.
"Now, I think we're ready."
Curious, the girl turned her head and saw that Bart had hooked the two black wires tot small gray portable generator sitting on a small stand. Her mouth dropped open in honor as her eyes took in the unbelievable scene. The thing had already been switched on, a small window in the center lit while a needle jumped regularly back and forth.