Cousin in bondage

CHAPTER FIVE

Amy's eyes had barely flickered shut when Glen and Barry pulled her roughly to her feet for the next phase of her torment.

She groaned weakly as the two men pulled her along the floor by her arms, into the center of the big living room.

After they had dragged her into the center of the room, Glen walked off. Barry stayed with Amy, using his strong fingers to twist and pull at her sore nipples. Amy knew that he was getting something else to torture her with. She didn't think there could be anything worse than what they'd just done to her, but she was frightened anyway. Was it possible for her to sink any lower than she had when they'd been torturing her with the shock sticks? She'd had a fit in front of them, her body twisting and bucking, her cunt leaking more pussy juice then she would have imagined possible.

"Here we go," Glen said as he walked back into the room.

The sawhorse he brought in was small, but sturdy looking, equipped with a metal base so that it wouldn't tip over. It stood just over a foot tall and was about two feet long.

What stuck up above the top of its crossbar was what horrified Amy, and looking at it, she surrendered herself completely to hysterics.

There were two of the dildoes. Amy had never seen dildoes that were so rigid, that could stand straight up in the air and not waver an inch to either side. And their size was far more horrifying than their firmness. The taller of the two stood over a foot above the sawhorse, the shorter at least nine inches. Amy knew by the way they were positioned that one was meant to penetrate her cunt while the other speared her asshole.

Amy fought Glen and Barry as they wrestled her toward the sawhorse, but Glen grabbed both her tits at once and squeezed them so tightly that Amy nearly passed out. Barry unfastened the spreader from around her knees and then locked her feet into cuffs on either side of the sawhorse. Glen held her up by her tits, mashing them with his strong fingers and holding her body erect by his grip.

"Hurry up and get the cunt's knees," Glen barked, dropping his arms a little and then jerking them back up so that Amy's pointy tits were yanked viciously. "Silly bitch is getting heavy, and if her tits ripped off, she wouldn't be much fun to fuck with."

Amy shivered in shame at the crude things Glen said about her. She felt as if there was something tearing inside her tender tits. As Barry wrapped bands of steel around her knees she tried to regain her balance enough to stand on her own. She knew that soon she would need all the strength she could muster to keep herself from sinking on the twin stakes sitting beneath her. She guessed that soon the hands that were yanking up on her tits might be yanking down to help that horrid descent.

"Done," Barry announced, standing up.

Now that she was locked into place, Glen released her throbbing tits. Amy stood unsurely on her own.

Standing up as fully as her spread legs would allow, about three inches of the taller dildo speared up into Amy's spread cunt. The head of the ass fucking dildo sunk an inch between her silky ass cheeks, its head resting on the pucker of her asshole. Amy stared up at her two tormentors, breathing hard. She swore to herself that nothing the two of them could do would force her to go down, any farther on the twin probes than she was right now.

"Up and down, Amy," Glen said mildly to his cousin. "Start now, fuck yourself on those pussy pleasers."

"You go to hell!" Amy answered, tears in her eyes, her voice trembling. She knew he was go big to do something awful to her for her disobedience, but after the terror and humiliation of the shock sticks, she felt she had to draw the line somewhere. "I won't do it. You can fuck me if you want. I'll give, you blow jobs. You can even fuck my ass. But I won't do this. I won't do this!"

"Sounds determined to me." Barry grinned and reached back to grab his jacket off a chair. He pulled a small packet from inside it. "I think we're really going to have to go some to change her mind."

"You watch out, with those," Glen, said as Barry opened his packet. "Not too deep. I don't want her messed up before anybody sees her. I'll go get the weights."

The blood froze in Amy's veins as she heard Glen speak. He'd told Barry not to hurt her too badly yet and that meant that a time would come when he could. And he'd said something about other people seeing her. Amy didn't think she could bear the shame of having other people see her like this. And now Glen was going after some new implement of torture, leaving her alone with a man she now realized was really dangerous.

"Go on," Barry said, trying to sound reasonable. His cock bobbed up and down, so hard that Amy was sure a single touch would make it explode. "Last chance or ouch."

The way Barry grinned as he gave her the warning told Amy there was going to be an "ouch" not matter what she did. She just shook her head and stood quietly, watching while he unfolded the small package he held.

Inside were about a dozen long, sharp steel pins, and Amy moaned in sorrow and pain. No wonder Glen had warned Barry about hurting her too badly. He could kill her with those things.

"Please don't!" she begged as he stuck most of the pins between his teeth. He kept two in his hands. "I'll lick your asshole for you again. I'll fuck you better than before."

"I can get any bitch to lick my ass," Barry hissed through his clenched teeth. "And I know you'll be fucking me again. You'd better shake your ass good, too. But how often do you think I get a chance to hear a beautiful, haughty bitch like you scream really loud?"

Amy thought forlornly that he'd already heard her scream enough times today, but she knew that there would be no stopping him. She wasn't going to sit down on the two huge prods that jutted up under her, especially since she knew he was going to stick her with his horrid pins anyway.

"This is going to really hurt, you stupid fucking bitch," Barry whispered in her ear. He walked behind her, trailing the tip of one of the sharp pins over the soft curve of Amy's hip and the softer curve of her ass. He pressed down hard, always keeping the pin moving, leaving a trail of pain behind it. "Maybe after the party Glen will let me pierce your fat, hard nipples. Wouldn't that be nice?"

With that, he stuck the pin into Amy's ass cheek, bringing a scream from her lips and sending a ripple of agony coursing through her body. He pulled it out just as quickly, leaving Amy shuddering with pain and fear. She didn't think she was bleeding, but the sudden strike of that sharp pin was almost as painful as the strikes of the electric prods she'd suffered earlier.

Barry circled her, standing at her side before he sent the next pin slicing deep into her flesh. This time he stuck it deep into her other clenched ass cheek. And instead of puffing it out, he turned it in a slow, painful circle inside her skin and left it hanging from her flesh. Amy screamed, feeling the pin hanging from her ass cheek. Even after the pain in her ass had faded to a dull ache, the idea of the gleaming metal hanging from her pretty ass made Amy sick.

"How's that feel, ass fucker?" Barry ran a new pin over her upper thigh. He plunged it into her skin, and Amy jerked with the agony of the new pin as he left it in her, too. "Rather have me slit in your face or stick you with these pins?"

"Shit in my face," Amy pleaded. Her flesh was covered in goose bumps and she shivered uncontrollably. Even her voice shivered as she begged. "Shit on my face, on my body, anywhere you want."

"I'll do that later," Barry told her, scratching her firm little tummy with another pin. "Slit right down your slutty mouth. Right now I want to stick you with pins."

Barry plunged another sharp metal pin into Amy's navel, and she screeched and leaned back away from him, almost losing her balance and fucking herself on the fake cocks beneath her. Her entire body was alive with fiery pain now.

"Shit," Glen said from behind her. "If those things leave marks, I'll kill you. And you missed one ass cheek."

"Don't disturb a master at work," Barry answered, running the sharp tip of a pin over the tight, sensitive flesh of Amy's tits. "I'll get to it later. And I wouldn't use them if they left marks. Who wants to ruin a body like this? Won't even draw much blood. But they hurt like hell."

With that, Barry lodged a pin in the soft flesh of Amy's tit, on the tender underside beneath the nipple. Amy wailed in pain and humiliation and brought up her hand to pull the terrible pin out of her flesh. Glen sprang forward and grabbed both her hands. He twisted them behind her back and tied them as they had been tied before, elbows and wrists pinned tightly together. Then he pulled her head painfully back by her hair.

"We've got to let him have his fun," Glen told her. "He's my friend, and you have to be nice to all my friends. Got that, slut?"

While Glen held her head, Barry sank pin after pin into the tender flesh of Amy's tits. When she looked down again her tits looked like in cushions and as she stared on in wordless terror Barry sank a pin right into the nipple of her right tit.

"Noooooo!" Amy threw her head from side to side, jerking her body wildly, trying anything that might dislodge the hated pin from her poor tit. "Take it out, take it out, take it out!"

"Fuck you, cock sucker!" Barry laughed, and he plunged the pin into her other nipple, too.

Amy was out of control now, throwing herself round wildly. It took a sharp blow on the top of her head from Glen to stop her wild thrashing.

"You want to sit down like a nice little whore?" he asked her when she'd calmed down, and when she shook her head he nodded grimly. "Okay, then."

Amy didn't know exactly what was happening when Glen fitted the first of the weights down over her head. Barry was playing one of the pins over fat lips of her pussy, and that, along with the pain in her tortured tits took most of the girl's attention. But when she felt the heavy weight of the thing bearing down on her shoulders, Amy took a moment to see what it was.

The weights had to have been tailor made for something like this, because they fitted down perfectly over her shoulders. On either side, sticking out well away from her body, were twenty five pound weights. Fifty pounds in all, and Glen was already getting ready to put another one on her shoulders. Amy realized that sooner or later, no matter how hard she tried to stand, she was going to sink down on the two huge prods beneath her.

"How about this, cunt?" Barry cackled. At the same moment, he plunged a pin into one of her cunt lips. "You like this, bitch?"

Amy screamed again, but this time her wail was weaker, filled more with despair and defeat than pain and anger. She was beginning to realize what she was, and the realization shamed her worse than anything that had gone before. She was a squalid, slovenly whore, and she was never going to be able to resist the evil desires of her cousin and his friend. They had everything on their side the tape, these horrible sex gadgets, even her own wanton, slut's body. Her body most of all, boiling with lust with each new horror they visited on her.

Barry sent a pin through her other cunt lip but Amy had known he would and hardly squirmed at all as he twisted it inside her to bring her more pain. Her feet ached and her legs wobbled she managed to remain standing under the fifty pounds. The twin dildoes didn't look so bad now, though, more inviting than threatening.

"Number two. Amy," Glen said mildly. Think you can stand up with a hundred pounds on your slutty shoulders?

Amy didn't know, but she was going to try. Barry slipped a pin into the skin of her other hip now, and Amy twisted with pain but didn't give him the benefit of a scream. She knew they could see the pain in her face, but she hoped they couldn't see the lust she was feeling, as well. Her cunt grasped desperately around the three inches of rubber cock inside it, craving more.

"She's getting off." Barry said a moment later. "She's juicing up real good."

"Knew she would," Glen said, settling the second weight down over her shoulders.

Amy almost toppled under the weight. Her shoulders began to ache terribly, but she kept herself from falling onto the two dildoes. She did sink an inch or two, though, her legs starting to buckle. The cunt probe was in a good five inches now, the ass fucker forcing open the outer ring of her ass hole.

"Shit, she's a strong little shit licker. She's taking a hundred pounds!"

"You're both so hard," Amy sniveled desperately how many terrible things could they do her? "You have to want to fuck me. Won't you just fuck me now?"

"All she ever does anymore is beg for cock," Barry said, feeling around the dildo that was impaling her cunt, running his fingers over the twisting bud of her clit.

He had one pin left, and Amy suspected, with a sick, hollow feeling, where he meant that one to go.

"I think we've cured her of being a prick tease anyway."

"You have to keep applying the medicine," Glen answered, readying a third set of weights. There were still two more to go after that. "Amy's the kind of cum sucker who could have a relapse so fast your prick would spin."

"No!" she blubbered, her cunt squirming under Barry's exploring fingers. "I won't! I promise I'll never be a prick tease again."

"If you weren't, you'd sit down," Glen said mockingly. "How do you think those two pricks feel? They might be fake, but they're still hard as rock, and all you do is dance your ass around on top of them."

"But…" Amy's voice trailed off helplessly. It was no use talking. She was their slave, and they'd keep using her, in any way they wanted, for as long as they pleased.

"Got it!" Barry shouted, and he drove the last of his terrible pins into her tender, dancing clit.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

Amy tossed her head wildly, screaming and frothing at the mouth as the pain shot through every pore of her body. This was too much, too much, too much. It was like someone had poured acid into her pussy, like someone had set a fire in her cunt. It was worse than the electricity, worse than anything.

"Pull it out! Pull it out, you stinking, fucking bastards!"

Amy came. She came once, and then, before she could even catch her breath, she came again. Her pussy drooled juice all over the dildo that stuck inside it. More cunt juice rolled down her quivering thighs in thick, sticky waves. Her pin stuck tits bounced up and down and her thighs tensed until they looked hard as marble.

"What a fucking sleazy cunt," Glen breathed. He slammed the third weight down over his cousin's shoulders.

Amy went down fast and hard. The dildo in her pussy slid over the pin that pierced her clit, and the agonizing friction triggering another climax. The dildo that was aimed up her asshole bulled home too, fucking five inches up her asshole. Amy was just barely able to keep herself from falling fully on the twin probes.

Forcing her legs to straighten once more was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Going back up, she had another small climax, and by the time she stood up fully her lean, dark body sparkled with a fresh sheen of sweat. She was breathing hard.

"Just let me fuck you," she begged for what seemed like the millionth time. She didn't want to go all the way down on the monster fake cocks. They would kill her, she knew they would. "Let me fuck you and suck you. You can do anything to me. I mean it, anything, and I won't even cry."

"This is part of everything," Glen said, and he slapped another weight down on top of her.

Amy went down like a shot, all the weight atop her too much to stand. She had two hundred pounds pressing down on her shoulders now, far too much for the girl to withstand, far more than she weighed, herself. She sank down ten inches on the cock in her cunt and six inches on the one stuck up her ass. Another orgasm ripped through her, her body jerking, sweat rolling over her, her muscles screaming for relief. But then, miraculously, she stopped her fall, holding herself tensed inches from the bases of the dildoes.

"Well I'll be fucked!" Barry said. He reached up to twist the pins that were buried in her tensed, straining thighs, trying to weaken her resolve with more pain. "Two hundred pounds. That's fucking crazy!"

"Little Amy's a willful bitch," Glen growled. He slapped her face as hard as he could. "But there's no way she can take two fifty, and that's the next one up."

Amy tensed herself, agony already slicing through her back and shoulders and straining legs. To sink down on that foot and a half dildo would be the end. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't scream with pain, but she clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit her lips.

"You just keep surprising me." Glen laughed at the bound, tortured girl. "But this one's going to break you, Amy. This one's going to drop you hard, cousin."

He dropped the last weight down over Amy's shoulders. A wave of pain and submission that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul, Amy slid down the terrible pair of dildoes. Both Glen and Barry bent down to watch every inch of her descent.

"Look at her pussy gobble!" Barry whispered. "I bet she takes it all without a bitch. What a sweet fucking little cock sucker."

Amy's head dropped to the side as far as the weight harness would permit as she slid down the terrible fuck poles. The pain of the pussy jamming pole rasping over the pin that Barry had left in her twitching clit was terrible. And there was no end to the hideous fake cock. It thrust farther and farther inside her cunt, deeper inside her than anything had ever touched before.

Amy's cunt stretched like elastic to accept the monster dildo. The weight on her shoulders bore her down unmercifully. Amy knew that the huge cock was going to rip through her cunt, tear on up through her body and push its way out her throat. She'd be stuffed from end to the other by one terrible cock lance.

"Like that, Amy?" Glen asked, leaning down beside her and licking her heated cheek. He slobbered his way across her pretty face, then began to bite at her playfully. "Two big cocks at once, slut! You're going to really love it later, you tight assed slut."

Amy didn't pay much attention to what Glen said, because she knew there wasn't going to be a later. She was going to die now, impaled on the two awful fuck poles that were burying themselves deep inside her body. She couldn't even squirm to avoid the pain, she was bound so tightly.

"Stop!" she whimpered. "Just stop, please!"

"Finally," Barry said. "Dumb cunt made it to mouth level." He moved in, his hard, dripping cock in hand. "Open wide and suck me off, you shitty slut. I want to shoot off all over your pretty little whore's face."

Amy let her mouth fall limply open and let Barry slide his cock in. She didn't try to move away when Glen began to rub his leaking cock over her cheek on the other side. There was no use trying to deny them anything she knew that now. Even if they wanted to stick pins in her and fuck her with monster dildoes and weight her down with huge weights and get blow jobs all at once, trying to stop them was impossible.

Her descent on the double fuck poles had slowed as she reached the bottom. Twelve inches of fat fake cock was stuffed in her pussy and nine in her ass, and she'd been stretched to her limits. The next three inches on both poles were going to be pure hell. Amy's entire body struggled against this last part of its impalement. Even two hundred and fifty pounds of weight was unable to push her down them quickly.

Amy was dripping with sweat. Every muscle in her body was quivering with pain and fatigue.

Glen pulled her mouth off Barry's spit covered cock and put it over his. She sucked him dully while Barry slimed her face with spit and precum by rubbing his drenched cock over her cheeks and eyes and nose. She slipped down another inch on the fake cocks, and she felt something deep inside her giving beneath the assault. With two hundred and fifty pounds on her shoulders and the two steel hard cocks fucking into her from below, there was no way that she could win. Her body was the weak link in the chain. It was the one that had to break.

"Look at the whore," Barry said, slopping his fuck lube all over her gasping, sucking face. "She loves this. What a slut! This is the best she's wagged that scummy little tongue yet."

Amy's pussy twitched at his words. Her heart broke as she realized that she was having a climax even now, in the midst of all this pain and torture. It was the end, the final blow to her tattered self respect. She was the lewd, sordid little tramp that Barry was calling her, a piggish little slut who got off on anything.

Her cut began to buzz wildly as she slipped down another inch on the fuck poles. Her whole body arched, even beneath the ropes and clamps and weights that held her.

Her battered cunt clamped tightly around the killer dildo within it. Her asshole contracted so sharply around the fake cock in it that she nearly swooned with pain. The pain blurred strangely into pleasure in her confused mind.

Amy knew she was cumming now. Her mouth went into high gear, switching at will from Glen's cock to Barry's. Her tongue flicked wildly and her cheeks hollowed as she applied powerful suction on them. She wanted their cum, she wanted it rolling down her throat and covering her tongue and soiling her face.

As she slipped down the last inch on the dildoes, she felt the whole world give way beneath her. Darkness began to crowd into her mind. She knew this was it, the last mind blowing cum, the one that was going to drive her over the edge. No woman could survive all of this.

"Oh shit!" Barry groaned, rubbing his prick head over Amy's hollowed, sucking cheeks. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over her fucking face!"

"Fuck, yes!" Glen shouted, puffing his cock from Amy's suctioning mouth just as he began to spurt. "Take this, cousin! Take a fucking cum shower, you high class whore!"

Amy squirmed in frustrated frenzy as the two men spilled their thick, pasty cum all over her upturned face. She kept her mouth open, her tongue wagging to catch all the jism she could, but most of their cum missed her mouth and slimed her delicate features, instead. Gum glued her eyes shut and clogged her nostrils, it frosted her black hair and coated her cheeks. Cum plopped down off her chin to puddle in the hollow of her throat and run down the velvety valley between her tits. Her lush, red lips were painted silver with cock cream.

And while the men were blasting, her face, Amy was cumming, too.

She was straining through the most terrible, humiliating climax of her young life. Pain so incredible knifed through her body that she could scarcely believe it, but her mind translated it somehow to pleasure. Her pussy clasped tightly against the colossal dildo that plowed it. Her asshole fluttered wildly against the goring length of the fake cock that stretched it open. She could hear her cunt juice plop heavily and wetly against the floor, and shame mixed with her pain and pleasure to make her climax even stronger.

"What a bitch!" Barry said with a giggle, smearing his cock over her cummy face, painting her pretty features with an even coat of sticky white fuck slime. "What a slimy, cock hungry cunt. Look at this sorry bitch. Just look at her!"

"Ohhhhhh…" Amy moaned weakly.

What was the use? She hadn't even gotten the satisfaction of slipping into death with this final, debasing orgasm. She was still alive, and now that some of her passion was fading, all she was left with was the hellish, unbearable pain and the degrading knowledge that she had aided the two men in her own degradation. There was no lower point she could reach.

"What now?" she asked. She didn't even try to hide her cum painted face from them now.

"What now?" Barry asked, as if he were actually considering her question. "Well, I guess we better get you down from there before we rip you in half, and then we'll see."

"No, leave her," Glen said. "I want her like this for a while."

"What for?" Barry asked.

And at that moment, there was a knock at the door that froze Amy's heart in her chest.

"Shit. It's too early for those guys to be over."

"It's not them," Glen said, walking to the door. He smiled at the horror that showed on Amy's cum encrusted face. "It's the second part of my surprise for tonight."

And with that he opened the door, and when Amy saw who stood outside, she moaned pitifully.

She realized now that there were still depths of painful degradation that she had yet to reach. Glen was bringing another of their female cousins into the room. Amy had hated that bitch her whole life.

"Why, Amy!" Candy, a big titted, green eyed blonde who'd been Amy's bitter rival all of their lives, smiled. "You look wonderful! Finally found a style that agrees with you, huh?"

Amy lost control, crying and squealing and shaking her head. The most terrible thing about being in hell, she thought, was that it could keep getting worse forever.