Chapter 5
"Shine that boot, baby!"
Tina stared up at the big man. Joe was in front of her, his legs spread apart. He had managed to calm himself down. His dick was only semi-erect, still twitching and jerking. His balls had dropped somewhat. Mike was searching around the kitchen for some clothesline or rope.
"What?"
"You heard me, polish that boot with your fuckin' mouth. Polish it or I'll shove it down your fuckin' throat. You'll be spittin' up teeth for the next couple of days if you don't."
Tina heard Mike tearing the kitchen apart. She was leaning against the sofa, still crouched on the floor, wiping her lips with her fingertips. She could taste the jizz in her throat. And now he wanted her to...to lick his boots?
"Lick!"
Gagging, fighting down the bile she felt rising in her throat, Tina did as she was told. Joe had made his point clear anyway by jabbing the woman in the gut with the rounded toe of his black boot.
"It's dusty, man. I don't like walkin' around with dirty boots, you know?"
Tina held her stomach. He kicked her again, this time nearly knocking all the wind from her lungs.
"Yes, yes!" she whispered hurriedly, pushing the hair from her eyes. Tina stuck out her tongue, tentatively moving the pointed tip over the top of the boot. Joe laughed, slipped the toe once more into her gut and grunted when he heard the air rush from between her lips.
"Unless you wanna be kicked to death, you better do a fuckin' good job."
Tina closed her eyes. The smell of the leather had a strange effect on her. Her cunt clutched up into tight knots. Could it be she was turning on to this kind of degradation, that she actually liked doing something as vile, as horrible as this?
"I wanna see my dick shinin' in the reflection of my boot," Joe said as he stroked his huge piece of horsemeat. It was dripping pre-cum again. When he squeezed, one droplet fell with a spatter on the tip of his black boot.
Tina shivered, moved her tongue over that stain, then kept licking gingerly over the dirty leather. At times she held her belly, turning her face away and spitting on the carpet. Joe told her to keep licking, and she did so.
"Maybe I walked through dog shit. Maybe you oughtta clean the sole too."
"No!"
Tina reared back, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. They were asking her to go too far. He could bang her against the walls if he chose, but she wouldn't do that! No, no, a thousand times no!
"I found some, man."
It was Mike, walking into the living room with some clothesline. Tina sighed with relief. Joe stared down at his half-licked boot, sneered, then dropped it to the floor.
"You dig ropes?" Mike was dangling them in front of her, his lips curling up into a sneer.
"No," she whispered in a trembling voice. Something deep and dark was responding to these men and what they were about to do to her.
"Here?"
Joe looked around at the windows peering down into the street. "No, man. We been takin' a big chance all along. What if some dude comes around here, pokes his nose around to take a look and sees she's prancin' around nude or something? Bet you got a lotta guys peekin' in, tryin' to catch a peek at your cunt." Joe glanced a little nervously at the front window. "Downstairs. Get up, baby. Come on, get up!"
He slid one hand under her arm, jerking her to her feet. Tina stood between both men, feeling so naked and vulnerable. Her high-riding big tits lay heavily on her chest, the nipples still dark and stiff from their arousal during the cock-sucking episode.
"We'll ransack the house later," Joe said, shoving her forward.
Tina stumbled, caught her balance, then walked like a condemned woman through the living room archway back into the kitchen. She stopped by the doorway leading to the basement stairs.
"Come on!" Mike shoved her hard, nearly pushing her down the steep stairs. The lights flicked on. How cold it was. Tina stepped cautiously down the stairs, one hand tightly gripping the rail while her bare feet padded against the wooden steps. When she reached the concrete floor, she stopped, uncertain of what the men wanted to do now. In a way she wished they would fuck her and get it over with. The waiting, the uncertainty was killing her!
"Let's get her hands first, then we'll haul her up over the rafter there," Joe said, jerking his head toward a long wooden beam running the length of the house.
Tina was forced to put both hands out in front of her, wrist against wrist, while Mike looped a twelve-inch piece of quarter-inch line around her arms. He fastened her wrists together with a square knot, tying it tight, then getting two long pieces of rope he'd found in the basement earlier and tying them to the line binding her hands.
Mike threw the rope over the rafter. Dust sifted down as both men grabbed the free end of line and hauled down, jerking her arms up above her head. "Unghhhhh..."
The ceiling was low...still there was more than enough room for Joe and Mike to haul Tina up from the floor, her toes five or six inches from the cracked concrete.
"Ohhh.. . "
The weight of her hanging body pulled at her shoulders. At times Tina thought she heard something popping in her arms. And the line around her wrists was cutting into her flesh, chafing it red! She twisted like a hunk of beef, her tits jiggling with the slightest movement she made.
Joe and Mike were talking behind her. Then Joe walked up in front, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and sticking one into his mouth. He lit up, blowing the blue-gray smoke from his nostrils. Reaching out, he hefted both large tits in his hands.
Tina coughed, the smoke stinging her eyes and nose. She trembled as she felt his fingers brush over her nipples. Another rush of juice trickled through her cuntal thicket. And when he crushed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the woman screamed, jerking her head back, her legs kicking out.
"AYYYYEEEE! No, stop! STOP!"
He pressed harder, pinching her tit-tips so hard the woman thought he was going to tear them off. She couldn't stand the pain. She kicked out again, her ass-cheeks jiggling from the wild movements, her long blonde hair sweeping across her face and tits.
"Yeah, baby, yeah."
Joe eased up the pressure, stroking the tips, then pinching them once more while his buddy moved up behind Tina and grabbed hold of her ass. Mike was biting her ass-cheeks, flicking his tongue into the tight, sweaty crack, touching her ass-hole more than once. It was awful, terrible, disgusting! The woman screamed again, tossing her head around, wishing she could pass out as both men continued torturing her.
"Noooo..."
Her belly tightened. The raw smell of cunt juice rose from her crotch. How awful! She was responding to this torment in spite of how she hated these men!
"She's juicin', man," Mike said. He moved one hand over her cuntal mound and felt the swollen flesh tremble under his light touch. "Fuck! She's so damned hot, she's gonna burn our dicks when we fuck her."
"Yeah, yeah, that's what I thought," Joe said, easing up once more on his tit torture. "They all keep sayin' they don't want it. But, man, they can't get enough beatin' when they get turned on."
"NO!" Tina shouted. "That isn't true. I...I don't know what you're talking about."
She closed her eyes, letting her head drop back. She breathed evenly, heavily.
"OHHHHH!"
Joe tightened his grip on her nipples. They were harder now, swollen with blood, spasming under his cruel pressure. Pain and pleasure spasmed through her boobs, coursing through her body and into her cunt. Her clit vibrated like a tightly strung bowline. More juice surged from her cunt, wetting down the hairs until it looked as if she'd just stepped from a shower.
"Yeah, a nice hot slut," Joe said.
As he increased the pressure on her nipples, the pain intensified, overloading her nerves, making her brain spin around and around. Tina twisted her hips, making her boobs jump in his hands. She tightened her crotch, feeling the slick, swollen labia rubbing against her clit. She squeezed her pussy muscles again, releasing a delicious, forbidden pleasure through her body. Yes, oh yes, she hated to admit it, but she was loving this, loving every awful second of it. How strange it was to love and hate something at the same time!
"Oh...ughhhh...OHHHHHH!"
Her throat tightened while her heart beat loudly. Joe grinned, increased the pressure even more, blowing smoke into her face. But not even the acrid stench in her nose could kill the pleasure radiating out from her crotch. She felt that terrible pressure on her nipples now turning into something far more powerful than pain. A delicious sensation radiated all over her body.
Then suddenly Joe let go. He stepped back, studying her hanging figure that twisted slightly on the taut rope. Yeah, this little bitch was what he'd been wanting to have for a long time. He'd lied to her. Both he and Mike had been ransacking some homes in the area, even raping some of the women. But none of them had responded to him the way Tina was right now. She screamed for help, and yet at the same time she hungered for more. He liked that kind of woman, a rare find anywhere. He was going to stay here for more than a few hours if he could do it.
Joe took the cigarette from his mouth, licking his dry lips. Fucking was something he wanted to save for the very last. Right now he wanted only to tease...and he knew his buddy felt the same way. "Ohhhh..."
Tina opened her eyes, blinking away the sharp pain caused by the rising cigarette smoke. A few tears oozed down her flushed cheeks. The rope twisted and groaned above her.
Then she saw Joe's lips curl into an ugly smile while he rolled the burning cigarette between his fingers. He walked up to her, raising one hand, pointing the red glowing tip at her right nipple.
A pulse leaped in her throat while her belly bucked and turned over. He was going to burn her, disfigure her!
"Nooo, don't touch me with that...that thing! Please! In the name of God, don't...OHHHHHHH!"
Tina struggled in her bonds, her fingers curling around, digging into her palms while she kicked her legs out. If she could hit him in the balls, she could gain a moment's respite. Joe moved away, catching both her legs and shoving her back, stepping to one side and watching her body swing like a pendulum. The added strain of the swinging motion on her wrists made the young blonde groan. Her teeth chattered while her eyes rolled up in her head. Her fingers were growing icy, the line cutting off much of the circulation. Tina jerked on the rope again, trying to move her wrists around, do something to ease the terrible pain growing worse and worse in her shoulders. "NO!"
She opened her eyes again, focusing them on the approaching cigarette tip. Already she could feel the heat from the burning tobacco, could smell the acrid smoke curling into her nostrils. She flinched back, her feet kicking out, her chest heaving mightily. A tremor raced through her.
"Oh...ughhh...uhhhh..."
"Yeah, bitch, you want it...need it, right?" Joe rasped.
"No, no, it's not...true!" she stammered, feeling her throat and chest tighten so much she could hardly draw a breath.
"Come on, baby, beg for it."
Tina could feel the glowing ash touch her nipple. She bit her lower lip until she could taste blood. She shivered, another pulse leaping at her throat. Joe pulled back, moved the cigarette down to her navel, then down, down to her cuntal thicket. The cringing woman could feel the heat curling into her hot dripping hole. Her clit trembled, juice slicking down the sides while Joe moved the burning tip closer to that nerve-rich center. A pinpoint of agony started just to one side of her sex spindle. There was the crackling sound of burning hair, followed quickly by the odor of burning flesh. He was touching the thing to her pussy-hairs. Her face was a mask of intense concentration.
Then just as suddenly Joe pulled the cigarette back up. Tina relaxed, sagging in the bonds, heaving a sigh of relief. Then suddenly the heat was back, glowing around her right nipple once more. Her tits jiggled. Her nipple seemed to throb.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!"
Her head throbbed. She gasped for air. Her lungs felt as if they were clogged with lead. If only she could faint, lose consciousness before that maniac really hurt her.
Joe held the lighted tip directly under her tight nipple, watching the blue smoke curl around her nose, then sift through the blonde hair that hung over her face. Tina wept, groaning, tightening her belly and thighs while she felt her clit growing tighter, harder, throbbing in time to her wildly beating heart.
"Yeah, man, she's fuckin' wet down here," Mike said.
He was behind her, now grasping her hips and burying his face between her buttocks. He was sticking his tongue into her ass-hole, scraping it around the slick tight passage, adding to the woman's torment and delight.
"Wanna feel it, baby? Think you can take it?"
Tina shook her head violently from side to side, tears streaking her cheeks.
"No, take it away. Oh, what kind of men are you?" she sobbed.
"The kind you been waitin' for-all your fuckin' life," Joe snarled.
Tina felt her tits swelling. Her shoulders sagged. Joe loved the sight, loved hearing his buddy's mouth smacking against her shitter, hearing his tongue reaming out Tina's ass-hole. The touch of his mouth and teeth against her shitter lips sent the woman into a series of mini-orgasms. One sensation in her ass heightened the other in her nipple. For a moment she couldn't tell one from the other. Tina was hot, wet, tight, ready to cum.
Then Joe touched the burning tip to her nipple. There was a soft hissing sound that rose above the noise of Mike's smacking lips. For a second it felt as if Joe had pressed an ice cube to her nipple. Then a roaring heat followed, capped by agony.
"WAWWWWWHHHAOIYYEEEEE!"
Her body stiffened, jerked on the straining rope. She threw her head back, screaming and screaming until she wondered if she'd ever stop. Blades of heat and pain shot through her tit.
Then it was gone. The terrible, painful agony was gone! Tina hung limply, feeling exhausted, degraded. Would this never end? Would she wind up here dead, swinging like a side of beef from the overhead beam, to be found later by her hysterical daughter? The image brought tears to her eyes.