Karen wanted to plead them for death now. She couldn't conceive of suffering this kind of pain for that long. She put her hands on the rope that held her right knee, but her arms were so much dead weight. With two doses of electricity still coursing through her and the time she'd spent being bound to the chair, she had no strength left.
"Bitch!" Wayne stuck the stick against the golden-furred mound of Karen's cunt. "Lazy bitch. When you get an order follow it!"
Wayne leaned on the stick, forcing the head inside the mouth of Karen's cunt. Her body vibrated with the shock, her eyes glazing over and saliva pouring from her mouth. Desperately her fingernails tore at the tie on her knee, ripping the cloth away from her skin.
Her cunt juices poured from her to coat the stick, pulsing from inside her in waves. Her ass-cheeks flexed over and over, her asshole dilating with the shockwaves.
Wayne drove the stick in deeper, watching the muscles of her stomach flexing out of control and her nipples fill with blood. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and her head thrashed, but her hands were ripping at the tie that held her right thigh. Driven to the brink of unconsciousness, she had almost freed herself.
Wayne leaned harder on the stick, driving half a foot of it into her cunt. Her pussy-lips fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and the wrenching of her cunt almost tore the stick from Wayne's hand. Her freed left leg was kicking wildly in the air, the silky flesh of her thigh tensed over knotted muscles.
Karen slammed her head against the floor and her eyes rolled back in her head and Wayne pushed harder yet, fucking her with the stick.
Karen freed her leg from the chair.
Wayne pulled the stick from her cunt, a sour look on his face. Karen continued to shimmy on the floor, though, her body twitching wildly on the bare wood. Her hand snaked down to her leaking cunt and she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, moaning low in her throat. Wayne and Mark exchanged a shocked glance. Karen added a third finger to the first two and drove them fully up inside her.
Karen was still shaking with the electricity. Her cunt-lips were vibrating with excitement. Was the stick still inside her? No, it was her fingers. She drove them in deeper, her hand shaking with shock and excitement. She scratched her buzzing clit with her fingernails and came again. All that mattered was cumming. All that mattered.
"Fuck, Mark, she's a crazy bitch," Wayne said, a little awed at the display Karen was putting on.
Her legs still hung limp, their muscles knotted with cramps, but both of her hands clawed at her cunt. Her pussy-lips were dark red now, filled with blood. She pulled at them with one hand while she speared fingers from the other deep inside her cunt. And she moaned, long low wails that sounded more animal than woman. Pussy-cream belched from her cunt.
"Come on, Karen, it's time for us to fuck," Mark said mildly. Karen ignored him, continuing to tear at her cunt with her fingers. "Wayne, you're going to have to pull her hands off that slimy cunt if she's ever going to listen."
Wayne nodded and grabbed a leather case off the wall. Pulling Karen's hands away from her pussy and holding them trapped in one hand, he slipped the case down over her arms. When he zipped it shut, Karen's two arms had become one, trapped together in front of her by the elbow-length leather glove. It was as though a long leather sock had been forced over her hands. She hit her cunt with it, but all she could do was rub the leather over her inflamed pussy-lips.
"Karen!" Mark said. "Look over here. Look what I have for you."
Karen twisted groggily, trying to focus her eyes on Mark. She saw his cock and a groan escaped her lips. Her cunt was itching, burning, alive with hunger. His cock was almost as big as her arm. Her mouth began to water for his prick, and saliva trickled over her full lips.
"Come and get it, Karen," Mark said. "If you walk over here, I'll let you have it."
"Yes," Karen gurgled. A tiny reasonable part of her mind was horrified, but the pain and lust in her cunt overwhelmed it. "Yes."
Karen rocked herself slowly to her feet, unable to find her balance with her arms bound together in front of her. Finally she stood up, weaving, her pussy-cream running down her tanned thighs and her tits heaving with lust. When she tried to take a step, she fell though, the knotted muscles in her legs refusing to carry her. She fell on her face and began to cry, the burning in her cunt out of control, her clit buzzing as though all the electricity Wayne had shot into her had gathered there.
"Lazy bitch!" Wayne shouted and kicked her in the silken curve of her ass. "Move it, scum-cunt! Drag your sleazy ass over there!"
Karen tried to stand up again and fell down. Her legs just wouldn't respond. She was so tired, more tired than she could ever remember being, but her cunt was itching so badly it was driving her mad and she had to have something to scratch it.
She began to squirm toward Mark, unable to use her arms because of the way Wayne had bound them, unable to use her legs because of the pain that still flared through them. She slithered like a snake, using her shoulders and stomach and hips to undulate her way to Mark and his massive cock.
The reasonable part of her brain, the tiny bit of Karen that hadn't been overwhelmed by the lust that Wayne had forced on her with the stick tried to stop her from this humiliation.
But that part of her brain didn't control her body. She whined and slobbered and her cunt convulsed on air and squeezed a trail of sizzling juice out behind her as she inched across the floor. Wayne touched her with the stick again, this time pressing it between the cheeks of her ass, and Karen squealed as her body bounced against the floor and a tiny orgasm peaked inside her. Her ass-cheeks went numb but she kept crawling. Mark was only a foot in front of her and she raised up on her knees to make her final lunge for his cock.
Mark raised his leg and put his foot against her shoulder, pushing her back. He looked her over and smiled. Her hair was a tangle of gold stained with piss and cum now, more like the mane of a wild animal. There were still traces of dried cum on her face and tits, and a long smear of what looked like dried snot on her arm. Cunt-cream dribbled from her pussy and her cunt-lips hung fat and red. Her tits were swollen and her nipples fat and hard. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her lips were even fuller than they'd been. She was slobbering for cock she wanted it so bad, saliva trickling from both sides of her mouth.
"Why are you here?" he asked, feigning surprise.
She looked helplessly at his huge cock, held back from it by his foot. Tears welled up in her eyes and she clamped her mouth shut.
"Boss asked you a question!" Wayne said, dropping to one knee beside her and pulling a couple of hairs from her cunt. "It's impolite not to answer."
Karen sobbed uncontrollably, her cunt squirming with the pain of Wayne pulling her hairs out. She wanted Mark's cock, needed Mark's cock. But she couldn't beg them for it. That would be too much. They'd already degraded her in every way possible.
They'd fucked her and made her suck them and pissed in her face and mouth. They'd beaten her into servility, hit her with belts and whips and straps and cattle prods. But this would be the final debasement. To beg for that freak cock to destroy her body was too much. She wouldn't do it.
"I want your cock," she whispered, tears tracking down her soiled face.
"Where?" Mark asked, jerking it off slowly. He winked at Wayne.
"In my cunt," Karen whimpered. She could see the contempt in their faces. "Would you please put your cock in my cunt."
"I want to piss on you," Mark said, aiming his cock at her.
Karen sobbed. Her cunt was doing flip-flops. She rubbed her silky thighs together, greasing them with the juices of her cunt. She wanted to lower her head so that she wouldn't have to see the looks of amused disgust on Mark and Wayne's faces, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the magnificent cock Mark was pointing at her. The need of her cunt was too much. She could deny them nothing.