Chapter 2
"Stop this! You-you can't do this to me! It's against the law!"
Ellen felt another rush of blind panic explode in her head. Wildly, she pulled at her arms, feeling the tense muscles knotting up against her flesh as she twisted and writhed against the wooden benches under her. Brad said nothing to her, sneering down once or twice as she shrieked. Ellen had never been restrained this way, and the feeling of the ropes against her wrists as well as the anklets holding her thighs spread wide apart frightened her.
"You hear me? I said to let me go!"
Brad let out a disgruntled sigh, turning around and raising his right hand threateningly over her head. Ellen stopped screaming at once, her head shaking while she tensed herself, ready for the striking blow. But nothing happened. Brad was enjoying watching her, seeing how helpless she was, her body roped and splayed open while her flesh puckered up in goose bumps. A chill draft tickled over her white flesh, making her nipples hard and long while her cunt puckered from the coolness. He brought down his hand gently between her thighs, rubbing his knuckles over the tensing thighs, moving them up until he was brushing the fine hair covering her pussy.
Ellen clenched her teeth, closing her eyes and doing her best to block out the delightful feelings simmering in her cunt. Oh, how she wanted him to touch her! How she wanted to feel something other than the light, teasing sensation of his hand barely brushing over her pussyhair. She curled her toes until they cramped, her shoulder blades moving against the hard splintery wood while her mind raced out of control.
"Eaghghghghghhh!"
The pain was incredible! Brad had twisted his hand around, grabbing hold of her cunthair and pulling it hard. It felt as if someone had driven a rusty blade into her cunt. Ellen shrieked, arching her spine and snapping her head from left to right as the pain shot from her cunt to her belly. She spat out scream after scream, her arms shaking while her wrists pulled wildly at the restraining bonds. Brad tugged up harder, tearing the hairs out one at a time until Ellen thought she would faint from the pain.
"Now, are you gonna be quiet?"
His voice was even and calm while he let the torn blonde cunthairs fall from his fingers to the floor. Ellen settled back on the stools, feeling her arms and shoulders start to ache as a raging pulse tickled through her pussy. She wanted more, wanted more sensation, more touching-even if that meant pain. Desperately, the woman shook her head, trying to drive that thought from her mind. But Ellen couldn't ignore it. As much as he hurt her, she felt the desire for more. Images of his boot pressed against her head and mouth flashed through her mind as she lay there split open. Brad pulled his shirt off and revealed a washboard belly and a large, well-developed chest. Ellen sucked in a ragged breath, realizing she had only dreamed about men like him. They existed, and were as rough-she thought-as Brad. Her cunt puckered at the idea.
He loosened his belt, hesitating only for a moment before letting his trousers fall to the floor to reveal a long, thick cock pushing out against the cotton piss-flap of his shorts. Ellen hungered for a look. If her hands had been free, she might have been bold enough to pull down his briefs, something she had only done for her husband. The woman squirmed on the benches, feeling the splinters cutting into her sweat-dampened flesh.
Brad kicked his pants to one side, moving to the cabinet again and retrieving a series of small metal clamps. He studied each of them, choosing the smallest for her right nipple. Ellen let out a cry as she felt the brush of the cold steel against her nipple. It had biting little teeth, teeth that would tear her tit-tip to pieces, she thought. Brad enjoyed watching her growing fear, his cock throbbing harder against the stretched white cotton material.
"Ow!"
Ellen jerked, feeling the bite of the first clamp sinking into her right nipple. Her body jerked to the right, her legs sawing against the restraints as she let out another long, low-pitched sigh. Brad followed with another clamp, this one chewing onto her left tit. Ellen chewed down on her lower lip, fighting back the urge to scream. Whimpering in pain, she looked at her nipples, which were turning purple and becoming distended from the weight of the clamps. That was when Brad reached down and fished a small silver cigarette lighter from his trousers, flicking open the top and igniting the tiny wick.
"What-what are you going to do?"
The words hardly came from her mouth as she stared in growing concern at the orange flame flickering dangerously close to her clamped nipples. Brad was humming some song while bringing the fire closer to the right clamp. At first he appeared about to burn her body. But Brad was more clever, pushing the fire up to the handle edge of the clamp and slowly warming up the steel.
In another moment, Ellen's body began to sweat, long drops of perspiration rolling down her tits and out from under her arms as she squirmed with growing discomfort. In another minute, the clamps were like burning tongs, the heat spearing into her tit and making her cry out with agony.
Brad kept the fire up against the clamp, watching her naked body writhe and twist as the heat transferred itself from the lighter to her nipple.
Ellen cried out wildly now, humping her body against the stool while jerking back against the restraining anklets. The burning pain was horrible, making her head throb and ache.
Just at that point, Brad pulled the flame away from her right nipple, bringing it down to her left tit-tip and firing the clamp until the woman was screaming for mercy once again. Ellen thought he would go back to her right nub and continue alternating until she passed out when the fire on both stopped. Curious, the woman raised her head and peered over her jutting tits just in time to see him draw the flame down between her raised, spread legs. In that instant, Ellen felt a hot tongue of fire washing against her ass. She shrieked, banging the back of her skull against the benches and digging her fingernails into her palms. He was burning her ass! She could feel the fire on her asshole and licking up her asscheeks like a hot feather, then curling up into her pussy.
Again Ellen shrieked, jerking her ass up and tucking it away from the scouring fire as best she could while the benches under her continued to scrape against the floor. Brad laughed, bringing the fire up to her pussy, then back down to her asshole, watching the flesh pucker and shiver at the light touch of the small fire.
"Yaghghhghghgh!"
Ellen couldn't think straight. She was like a wild animal, squirming and twisting on the bench while a horrible fire threatened to destroy her. She could feel and smell the burning of her cunthairs. It made her sick, reminding her of a gutted animal roasting in a fire! Juice rolled from between her outer cuntlips in a wild attempt to put out the fire.
Brad flipped the cigarette lighter closed and threw it onto his pants.
"Interesting," he said. "I haven't tried that for some time. Good reaction."
She wished he would take the clamps from her nipples. They were starting to really hurt her, and Ellen feared they might cause some real damage. But Brad was not to be stopped from doing anything. He left the clips biting her nipples, watching her as he rummaged through the cabinet again and brought out what at first, Ellen thought was a long pink pole. Blinking her eyes clear, she saw it was what she'd heard called a dildo!
Brad spat on the tip several times, working his fingers over the full twelve inches and greasing it down with saliva as he walked back to her. Ellen whimpered. He was going to use it on her. Surely, she thought, he would split her cunt in two! Surely he would hurt her with that big thing as he fucked it down into her pussy.
"Eaghghhghghgh! Uhhhh! Yaghghhghghh!"
Ellen screamed three times, her shoulders slamming against the bench while her face blanched and twisted into a mask of horrible pain. He was fucking the thing into her tight asshole! She could feel the rounded dildo pressing up into her bowels, the resulting aching pain taking her breath away. It was splitting her wide open! She gasped and cried, pulling at the restraints, her arms knotting up painfully in muscle spasms while her legs kicked against the leather anklets.
"Eooooowwwww!"
He stopped for a moment, peering up at the tortured woman, then leaning forward and fucking more of the ass-splitting plastic dildo into her shitter. Again Ellen let out a scream of agony, her belly bucking while her bowels distended and kinked painfully. She let out a series of quick panting breaths, her nostrils burning from the oxygen she sucked in. He had pushed only three inches in, stretching her asshole lips to thin rubber bands-and still there were nine more inches to go!
Ellen cried out in despair, her voice ringing off the gray cinderblocks in the cheerless narrow room. Screaming again when another fat inch was pushed into her shitter, Ellen thought she would surely pass out from the pain. But unconsciousness wouldn't come, no matter how much she longed for it! Again Brad twisted the dildo into her shitter, fucking it down and in, watching her ass jerk up from the first stool and hang there trembling as her cunt sucked in raw air, then let out a soft fart of excitement.
"Like it, huh, bitch? Enjoy having something good and hard up your ass, right?"
"Nooooooooo!" Ellen wailed in protest, shaking her flushed face from side to side while hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
And then, with a sudden, piercing pain, Ellen felt Brad thrust in the dildo, the rounded tip piercing her bowels and pushing aside her other organs. Ellen screamed louder, her voice growing harsh and edged with agony. It was like having a huge hard lump of shit jammed in her, shoving up against her bowels, tearing up until it threatened to come out of her throat. The little muscles guarding her shitter were threatening to tear. "Noooooo!"
Ellen protested again as Brad shoved two-thirds of the plastic prick into her ass. It was only then that he stopped, stepping back and staring at the pink bobbing thing sticking straight out of her asshole. He smiled with satisfaction, reaching forward and twisting the clamps still biting her nipples until Ellen let out more cries of pain. He kept twisting the clamps, pinching the burned flesh cruelly until she thought her ripped nipples were going to tear completely from her swollen tits.
"Now, baby!"
It was a haze of pain. She could hardly understand what the man was saying to her until she blinked her eyes clear a second time and watched him skin down his briefs. His cock sprang up clear and free of the elastic waistband, the head purple with lust, while big blue veins throbbed up against his stretched skin. He ran his hands on either side of her split cunt, his eyes wide as he examined the bobbing dildo splitting her ass apart, then he moved his hands up to the clamps biting into her nipples.
Ellen knew she was more than he had hoped for. She could see it in his glittering eyes as he leaned forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing them while twisting around the nipples until she ground her teeth together in agony. His cockhead was probing against her pussy, picking up the slickness of her crotch and starting to slip into her simmering fuckhole.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen couldn't believe the resulting sensation. She was getting fucked for the first time in years-nearly five-and roped in the bargain to boot! She strained against the ropes holding her captive, delighting in the resulting cutting sensation against her wrists. She was nearly ready to climax, feeling the hot pinging sensation of mini-orgasms rippling through her cunt.
Brad shook the sweat rolling down from his forehead onto her, his face growing darker with passion as he fitted his prickhead into her cunt, then thrust in with a grunt.
"Uh!"
Ellen bucked her ass off the stool, tensing her thigh muscles until they ridged. Brad knew what she wanted and gave it to her in spades, reaching down with his right hand and starting to twist the dildo as he drove his stiff cock into her cunt. It was more than Ellen could stand. She let out cry after cry, her throat tensing and growing raw with her shrieks of delight and pain. He was fucking her, pulling his cock back a little and feeling the pussy muscles tensing and gripping tightly around his cockhead.
"Man, your pussy's like a fuckin' fist!"
Ellen laughed and cried, conscious of the milking motion of her pussy against his rodding cock. She liked the itchy pulsing that ravaged her cunt. Brad, she saw, liked it too. He was grunting like a savage, his fingers manipulating her nipples as he began moving the dildo in and out, in and out, matching the fucking movements of his prick.
"Uh! Huhhhhrrr! Uhhh!"
Ellen grunted each time his prick pushed into her cunt. He was purposely angling back, letting his cock brush against her clit until she thought the tiny nub would catch fire.
"Oh, stick that thing in me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yes, yes, fuck me good and hard!" Ellen cried out, unable to keep back the delight building in her. It was impossible not to show Brad just how she felt. Every square inch of her body was pulsing with delight, aching for more sensation as she surrendered completely to the big man.
Ellen cried out when he twisted the clamps around twice, making her nipples wrinkle into spires and sending waves of agony piercing through her chest. But she wanted more. She wished that her legs and arms could be free so she could grab this male tormenting and fucking her. And when he shoved that dildo in farther, pushing it deep into her belly and making her ass burn with a fire she'd never felt before, Ellen nearly screamed down the walls, wanting more, demanding more.
Brad pulled back, leaving only his cockhead in her cunt while he twisted the dildo around and around, also pulling it out. The double withdrawal sent the woman into a series of pre-orgasmic spasms, her cunt and asshole clenching down on the retreating cocks while her chest tightened as if she were having a fit. Ellen's face became a blur, and cuntjuice gushed from her pussy, wetting down Brad's fat balls.
"Man, bitch, I could fuck you all damned night! But you'd burn off my cock if I did! I'm gonna save it for more later!"
Ellen cried out greedily, her pussy squeezing his prickhead, wanting more. She lay under his weight, not caring about anything except the fires raging out of control in her pussy and asshole. He seemed to throw everything to the winds now, fucking the dildo in deeply while thrusting his cock savagely back and forth with the same nudging, probing rhythm. She was screaming and jerking, her body twisting and bouncing as if he had hooked her up to a live electric wire. It was like riding a huge wave, scooting up the smooth side and finally cresting through a splash of white water.
"Yaghghhghghh!"
It was a double climax, her asshole and cunt snapping shut at the same time in powerful muscular contractions that left her breathless. She felt now as if she were all cunt, hot wet and winking, while Brad let out a throaty cry and fell forward. She thought he would tear off her nipples when he shoved her dildo in all the way, his prick spraying out a white-hot load of jizz that burned into her cuntwalls like acid.
It was as if she had been propelled into another world. How long she lay stretched out there yelping and screaming in the throes of ecstasy Ellen had no idea. When the hot fog had finally passed from her brain, she saw Brad unhooking the anklets from the rings in the wall, lowering her legs to the floor, then moving to the head of the benches and unfastening the ropes that held her hands.
Ellen lay there for moments, afraid to move. Was he going to hit her? She watched him scratch up her clothes from the pile on the floor, tossing them in her face.
"Get dressed! No overnight privileges, no matter how good a fuck you are! By the way," he said, raising his eyebrows mockingly, "I took the liberty of getting your address and phone number from your purse. I'll be in touch, you can count on that! Now get your ass outta here!"
It was difficult for Ellen to dress, tucking in her torn blouse as best she could, still feeling the ravages of the past hour and one-half on her body. But she managed to leave the house, staying clear of Brad as she walked away, wondering what would happen in the future.