Chapter 4
"No, no-eaghhh!"
Ellen stood on tiptoe, trying to ease the pulling pain those awful clamps made on her nipples.
Jack had shoved her against the wall, keeping her relatively motionlesss with the pressure of his body against her back while fumbling for the clamps. Quickly he grabbed one, opening it and letting the teeth bite down on her right nipple.
Ellen thought he was going to tear her nipple off. She shrieked, beating her head against his chest while he did the same thing to the other nipple.
Backing away, Jack left her hanging there, the clamps pulling on her tits, the teeth biting cruelly into the long red nubs. Her knees scraped against the rough walls while Ellen did all she could to keep from letting those clamps pull on her nipples too hard. She was terrified of having her body torn apart, mortified by the fact that the men behind her were laughing at her predicament.
"Hey, baby, what's the trouble? You can't stand on your own two feet?"
"Yeah, come on, all you've gotta do is stand up straight, just like your mother told you!" Jack called out.
She could hear scraping behind her. Ellen refused to move, to do anything but press her hands against the wall and stand on her toes. If she stood like that, the pulling sensation disappeared. But how her arches and ankles ached from that position! Just as bad, the clamps chewed painfully on her nipples, making her wince with pain.
"Ahhhhh!"
Ellen threw herself against the wall as a hot spray of water smashed against her lower back. It stung her flesh, making the wounds of the whip throb even more while her feet slipped against the tiled floor. She screamed, nearly falling. The chains pulled out, tearing at her nipples, sending shocks of agony racing through her.
Ellen shrieked, beating at the wall with her fists and finally managing to crawl her way back. She pressed one cheek against the cold stone, panting heavily, sobbing, as the clamps chewed cruelly on her nipples.
Turning her head one way, she saw two of the men holding car-cleaning wands, thin opaque streams of water shooting from them.
"Get 'er in the ass. She-likes getting things shoved up her ass."
"No!"
The two men moved carefully on the floor, aiming the hot water at her ankles and trying to throw her off-balance again. Ellen braced herself against the cement, banging her toes painfully against the wall as she struggled with all her strength for balance. One man came closer, directing the hot stream right at her shitter.
Ellen screamed, keeping her knees still pressed against the wall, feeling her ass shaking and shivering under the direct attack. She felt her sphincters snap shut while that dreadful stream managed to shoot its way into her bowels. It was like getting an obscene enema!
"Nooooo!"
The second man came around and directed his steamy stream at her tits. There was something horribly different about this spray. As it slicked across her face, Ellen tasted something. Wax! He was hot-waxing her! She shrieked, shaking the droplets off, screaming at him while he laughed and fought back with the water.
"Ohhhh!"
Her feet slipped all around her, the wax building up opaquely around her toes. Ellen shrieked again, the water and wax stinging her body, coating her and making those whip stripes ache.
Blindly she struggled through the waterfall of steaming water and wax, groping for the clamps tearing at her nipples. She felt the cold metal with her fingers and clamped down hard, freeing her tits. "Uhhh!"
Flushed with triumph, Ellen fell back onto the floor, laughing at all of them while doubling into a fetal position. The water stopped for a moment. She lay there quietly, drawing her knees up, listening to them whisper behind her.
It was only when she heard a hissing sound that Ellen opened her eyes and straightened her legs. A blast of hot water in her rib cage quickly awakened her.
Jack and his cronies had brought in a full-powered fire hose. The two men played a stream of scalding water over her body.
Ellen screamed, shaking off her stupor. She had to get away from the stream. It was scalding her flesh! It felt as if they were holding a thousand matches against her skin, watching and laughing as she burned before them.
But when she tried to rise, she fell forward, sprawling face-first on the wax-slicked floor. She scooted backward at one point, striking her head hard against the wall.
Looking up, she saw the clamps dangling above her. Reaching up, Ellen wrapped her fingers around the right clamp and hauled herself up from the floor with a grunting effort.
"Stop this!" she shrieked.
Then the stream slammed at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on her flesh, opening her cunt-lips and setting a lusty flash of fire loose on her clit.
Ellen doubled up as if Jack had hit her in the stomach once more. Her knees threatened to buckle as a flash of erotic sensations rushed through her.
"Come on, honey! Come on, show us your stuff!" Jack shouted.
Pushing herself up, Ellen felt a rush of hatred as she found her eyes meeting his. She summoned enough energy to spit in his direction, but the effort made the next blast of water catch her by surprise. The stream slashed around her ankles, forcing her back, then finally upending her.
With a sharp cry, Ellen fell on her ass, the force of that fall nearly knocking her unconscious.
"Ohhhh!"
Ellen tried to struggle to her feet once more. But the shorter man directed his stream at her crotch. Ellen's knees snapped together, her ass falling back onto the floor as the droplets bit into her flesh. The water hit like a sharp hammer on her cuntflesh, the force spreading open her cunt lips and sending a flash of fire on her clit.
Ellen doubled over and fell onto her right side, her mouth opening wide as another blast of water splashed over her cunt. She felt as if a hundred hot, sucking mouths were leeched onto her pussy, their tongues wriggling deep into her pussy while her juice ran like lava from her cunt-hole.
Ellen let out another cry, feeling her pussy become tight and hot. With a great effort, she rolled onto her belly, wriggling like a snake on the floor. She was trying to get her cunt away from that delicious, moving stream. But it was so hard to move now. She was confused, frightened, horrified of what the water was doing to her.
Ellen groaned, feeling her long hair tangling around her neck. She worked her knees against the cold hard surface, struggling to get up.
Jack took the hose and shot water straight up her long thighs. It was a move that shot her forward, banging her head against the wall once more. Another shot sent Ellen around on her back. She found herself hunching back at the stream of water. She was fucking the water as if she were fucking a man.
The other man was blasting water against her shitter. It was like having two tongues fucking her at the same time! The streaks on her ass and the whip stripes on her belly throbbed. But the pain was somehow adding to the sensations growing hotter and hotter in her cunt and ass.
Ellen gasped, her slick body sliding on the concrete. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of the hot water, she feared would surely drown her. She turned to her right, keeping her back to the doors. Her skin was reddening as the roaring water massaged life into her body.
"Stop, oh God, stop!"
Ellen's words were drowned out by the heavy splashing and shouting behind her. Jack ran the hose around her, directing the flow against every part of her body. She tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance. There was a second hose, a second man, and a third man waiting in the wings ready to take over from Jack.
Ellen had to he on the floor and she turned this way and that to keep from drowning, feeling the water constantly spattering up against her body, trying to wriggle its way back into her cunt.
Ellen raised up, looking out toward the door. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling now, half-hiding Jack's face.
"Uhhhh!"
The hose blasted against her tits, her nipples driving into the firm flesh of her tits under the harsh flow. Ellen screamed, feeling her tit aching with lust. The heat of the water and the inner heat of her lust combined to make her pant as much as a bitch dog in heat.
She groaned, putting her hands in front of her, feeling the blast against her palms as she tried vainly to stop it.
"Too much for you, baby? Gotta take a rest from all this before you get back to it?" one of the men cried, laughing as he moved the stream under her palm and shot it right into her cunt.
"Oh!"
Ellen's eyes rounded, her knees jerking apart as she felt the rush spatter against her pussy walls. She threw her head back, feeling herself fading as she fell onto her back. She lay on her back now, weeping as the first man played the hose from her tits to her cunt, then back again. The incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit and her cunthole made Ellen roll her hips as if she had a powerful lover atop her, fucking her out of her mind.
She cried out with a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. It was more than she could stand.
Groaning, Ellen tried rolling on her side once more. But the effort was too great for her. She felt the heat in her cunt increase.
"Come on, baby, come on! Fuck it out, cunt-bitch! Fuck it out!"
Ellen struggled against the fog settling over her brain, putting her hands over her cunt. But each time she did that, Jack moved the hose around so the water blasted at her shitter or her tits. The splashing waves bouncing off her tits shot into her nostrils and mouth, choking her.
Ellen turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air. She couldn't hide the lascivious heat from their eyes. They could see her, see the way her fingers now worked at her cunt while the water tried drowning her there on the floor. It was all too much for her to bear. "Uh! Uh! Oh!"
The lowering clouds of steam in the small room hid her from the others for a moment. Reaching up with one hand, Ellen shoved her fist into her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing had aroused her, she didn't want them to see her starting her cum.
And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off like an atom bomb. Ellen could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch going higher and higher, the slow opening and closing of her cunt-hole telling her that her orgasm was only moments away.
She cinched her eyes shut as she lay there completely exposed to the water. Ellen hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her climax finally stopped.
"Ahhhhh!" She was rutting there like a whore right in front of them, rolling and twisting her hips, looking for more sensation from the stinging water.
The hot, tight, itchy mass of feeling in her crotch became more and more erotic. The sharpening of sensation increased as the water beat at her clit.
She writhed. Any second and she would cum. Her orgasm would knock her out surely. She could feel the power of that thing welling up in her pussy, and she knew it would be far more wild than anything she had ever felt.
Ellen groaned, her eyes rolling up in her head as she drummed the floor with her whip-striped legs.
Her flesh squeaked on the cement floor. Ellen wanted to feel the tremendous sensation of climax again-that pulsing, vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles. She ground her teeth together, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
But Jack and the others would have none of that. A quick move of his arm swept the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of the heat in her pussy made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip a bit, then shoot back up as the renewed blast sent it higher.
Jack was taking careful aim with the hose, his movements adding to the lusty rush of feelings through Ellen's body. "Ooooooh, stop!"
Ellen felt the water blast across her rippling flat belly and back onto her tits. This time she noticed the water was toying with her nipples longer than before. It was as if he was making love to her with this hose! The thought sent another flash of heat racing through Ellen.
The stream forced the rubbery tips of her tits up toward her face, the full underswell of her tits throbbing under the hot, steady flow. Ellen brought her hands to her crotch, rubbing her thumbs along the insides of her soaked outer cunt lips.
Ellen knew that she would cum hard this time around. She would climax so hard that she would be knocked senseless! The roping, the chaining, the beating, everything faded in the background, as Ellen felt herself sailing toward the ceiling.
"Uhhhhh!"
The water was back down to her cunt once more, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. Her knees flew apart, her toes curling until they clamped while Ellen crawfished across the slick floor.
The men laughed, watching her squirm under their control. Ellen groaned, thinking that the water now felt like a tongue, a huge tongue sucking and licking at her cunt. She groaned, tensing herself, trying to force her body to hurry into climax.
"Ahhhhh!"
Ellen could have cried with frustration. Jack was playing the water between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The stream bounced from the floor to slick down the undersides of her thighs, then slashed back and forth across her ass-cheeks.
Ellen levered her ass up, putting her hands on her ass-cheeks and shamelessly spreading herself for the invading stream. She could feel the vulgar thrill of the water blasting against the tight, brown ring of her shitter. Jack had shoved the whip handle there before, causing her tremendous pain and shame. The water was so much better, so much more satisfying than having that handle worming its way through her ass-hole to her belly!
"Oh!"
Now the force of the stream had aroused every part of Ellen's perverted lust. She had been pushed this way and that until she no longer knew up from down. All the woman needed was that wild sensation throbbing hotly through her cunt, making her nipples hard, wanting to be touched, sucked, bit! Even the insides of her tightened thighs ached for the release from her cunty need.
Ellen strained, lowering her raised hips. She had to feel that stream on her clit. Her cunt felt as if it were tied in knots of sexual hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge. She rolled her hips, looking for that last tiny bit of hot sensuality that would shove her into a world of pleasure/pain and bright lights.
"Now, shift! Shift or the fuckin' bitch's gonna blow on us."
The water stopped for a brief second. Then it came back, but this time in an icy form. Suddenly a jolting blast of cold water hit her cunt like a fist.
Ellen felt her pussy clench like a clam's shell, snapping shut while a hot stream still blasted into her face.
Ellen groaned, feeling the icy stream splash against her body even harder than the hot hose had. Both streams played over her body, the cold one always returning to her cunt. Ellen couldn't believe how much her climax had increased, how long the cunt-clenching of her muscles had lasted. The freezing water petrified her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of her pleasure. Ellen couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of her cum until the icy blast moved away from her cunt. "Ahhhh!"
When it blasted across her tits, Ellen thought the freezing water would strangle her. Her chest tightened. She fought with all her strength to breathe. Her chest spasmed as she battled against the terrifying chill of that second hose.
"No, oh Holy Jesus, no!" Ellen cried, feeling the room go black around her.