Chapter 6
Donna moaned against Jack's groin. He'd fallen forward again, pressing his hairy belly and crotch hard against her face. She could hardly breathe! The thick bush of wiry cockhairs tickled her nostrils mercilessly while his balls rolled up against the base of her nose. She could feel those balls pumping, contracting, sending wad after hot, steamy wad of jizz into her mouth.
The girl swallowed as much of it as she could. Some of the cum oozed from between her lips, mingling with her spittle and dribbling down her chin to the floor.
"Man, go for it, you fuckin' apes hit little bitch!" Jack screamed.
Donna was blinded by her passion. Her aches and pains blended into a weird melange of wild pleasure. She actually wanted to be hurt more, to feel more sensation, to do everything to such a degree that all her senses would be stimulated to the ultimate.
"UMMMGHHH!"
Jack let her suck out the last of his cock juices, then pulled his prick out and smeared the slick tip over her lips. He laughed at her, stumbling back and watching as the girl rose and fell on the dildo, growing more and more incoherent.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." she cried, her voice trailing off into groans.
The girl was beyond rationalizing or considering what was normal. The pressure in her belly and cunt was something incredible. She felt as if her body were about to explode while her ass pranced high, tensing, riding that steely cock for all it was worth. Donna moaned, wishing she had something in her mouth and a cock up her ass perhaps! Something-anything to make her sex act more degrading and thus more exciting.
"UNGH! UGHHHHHH!"
Donna bobbed up and down like a crazed puppet. She couldn't control her body anymore. She was wild, a crazed beast that could only think of itself and the terrible sensations ripping at her cunt. Someone was laughing behind her, calling her a slut, calling her a whore. Was it her aunt Alice? Had she been kidnapped too, strapped to some chair and forced to commit some unnatural crime? Donna laughed hysterically, mentally picturing her maiden aunt going wild doing something like this.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
The steely spikes at the base of that dildo actually increased her delight. Screaming, clawing at the wood front of the stocks, Donna felt herself on the brink of orgasm. The more pain she created for herself at the base of her wet pussy, the more pleasure she was deriving. Letting those needles pierce her cunt flesh, the brunette teen screamed out her needs.
"CUMMMMMMMM!"
She screamed that word out again and again, the violence of her speech reflecting the ripping violence of her pussy.
"AIYEEEEE!"
Donna screamed and squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down, her cunt making sucking, gurgling sounds against that rod. Shivers of unholy delight rippled up and down her curled spine. Again, again, and again she rose and fell, clenching her pussy against the inanimate rod, feeling her cunt walls buckle from her sexual heat! Fucking! Yes, fucking was all that was worth anything in the world. Yes, fucking was all there was!
"AHHHHHH!"
Her orgasm peaked like a lightning bolt crashing into the ground, making her body stiffen and shake as if she were having a fit. Again and again her clit vibrated, sending wonderful flashes of delight through her tortured body. It was wonderful-the best feeling she'd had in years. Why couldn't this happen all the time? Oh, why couldn't she stay here with these men, bouncing up and down on this thing between her legs or their cocks?
Then, as she came down from her orgasm, Donna realized what she'd thought. How could she possibly think of something as vile-as awful-as that! What possibly could have been going through her mind?
"OHHHHHH!"
Her body felt relaxed and glowing now. She was too relaxed to keep the stiffened position in the pillory. The spikes now stuck into her ass as she rested on it on the stool. Her cunt was still quivering and juicing around the steel dildo. It had been a training experience.
The room was quiet now except for the heavy panting of both Jack and Donna. As the teen started to come down from her sexual high, the beer enema started to cramp her gut. She squeezed her shitter muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away again as the pain of her overloaded ass built in her body.
Jack zipped up his Levi's, watching the girl now panting from pain laced with panic. She thought she'd shit all over herself as she shifted position, feeling more beer splash into her shitter.
"Okay, that's enough," Jack said, nodding to Brad.
The two others reluctantly pulled out the plug, letting the beer cascade out of her ass-hole onto the floor where it gurgled down a drain. Donna rested her head on the top of the pillory, feeling extreme relief. What else could they possibly do to her now?
"Get her up on that board over there. Brad, you're the only one who hasn't had her. Come on, we'll let 'er get a taste of what you dig," he said, sneering at the trembling teenager.
Donna felt like a limp rag. Her cunt was so awfully sore, especially the spot where her cherry had been torn away. Fucked! She'd been really fucked, only by a steel cock! The thought made her sick. While Brad unfastened the chain holding her bound wrists to the front of the stocks and slid her legs from the pillory, the girl thought she was going to vomit. Had Trina suffered the same indignities? Has she enjoyed and hated them the same way? Donna stole a glance at her suspended cousin. She was still half conscious, barely aware of what was going on.
"She's been out for a while," Jack said, nodding toward Trina. "We got something interesting for the two of you to try out later," he said, as Ron helped Brad to drag her away from the pillory to a long, wide board propped against the wall at a forty-five-degree angle. There were leather cuffs crudely nailed at both top corners of the board, and two bottom cuffs somewhat closer together fastened to the plank as well. They dragged the protesting, weakened brunette to the board, turning her around and releasing her from one set of cuffs only to stretch her arms widely apart and fasten her wrists to others.
"Oh, OH!"
She was vulnerable, more vulnerable than before. They had stretched her out like some kind of biological specimen, nearly tacking her to the board. Her chest rose and fell mightily as the danger of her present situation dawned on her. Donna's nostrils flared, her eyes widening while her heart pounded faster and faster. It-was just as before, except now more of her body was exposed and she was totally helpless to protect herself. Every nerve ending seemed extremely alive to any stimulation. It was a horrible condition to be in!
Jack fished out a pack of cigarettes from his flannel shirt, tapping the opened end against the knuckles of one hand and inserting one unfiltered end into his mouth. Never did he take his eyes off the trembling young brunette. He struck a match and lit the cigarette.
Donna wanted to beg him not to hurt her, but instinctively she knew that was what he wanted to hear. Her pleas would have no good effect on them. Perhaps they might even encourage them to hurt her more. No, she'd remain quiet. Maybe they'd leave her alone then.
"Ever see what a cigarette can do to skin?" Jack asked, arching his eyebrows and smiling slyly. The question froze her blood. Her eyes focused on the glowing tip of the burning cigarette as the blue smoke curled up, gathering in a small cloud above Jack's head. Ron and Brad watched with interest, fishing in their pockets and pulling out cigarette packs as well. She heard the others striking matches and smelled the pungent aroma of burning sulfur fill the air. Donna moaned swiftly, twisting a little in her bonds, feeling the wet leather chafing her wrists and ankles. Her toes barely touched the floor, helping support her body while her ass worked from side to side against the newly cut plywood. She strained to be silent. The girl's eyes grew wider while another soft moan came from between her lips, however. Jack was walking up to her, taking a drag on the cigarette, then blowing the acrid smelling smoke in her face.
Donna turned her head away, coughing, feeling her throat burning, her eyes tearing as the smoke choked her.
"Man, this is somethin' else. You landed a fuckin' gold mine when you started fuckin' around with that one," Ron said, jerking his head toward Trina.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered, putting the cigarette in his mouth again, taking another drag and blowing the smoke in Donna's face again. This time the girl didn't have enough time to concentrate on the discomfort of being shrouded in a cloud of foul-smelling smoke. Jack was getting down to business now, taking the burning cigarette and touching it to her flesh just below her belly. Only one edge of the burning end touched her flesh, thus keeping the actual damage to her skin to a minimum. But the heat was certainly enough for the girl to feel it.
Donna twisted in her bonds, jerking her arms and legs against the leather cuffs, arching her back, pressing her shoulders against the plywood while sweat oozed from every pore. The cords stood out in her neck as she bit her lower lip, using every ounce of strength to keep from screaming.
"AIYEEEEE!"
When Ron touched his cigarette to her left ass-cheek, the pain was too much. The shriek came out like water from a bursting dam. Donna screamed and screamed again, snapping her head from side to side, her wail growing higher and higher while her body jerked so hard that the board moved slightly on the floor.
"That's it, bitch-go for it-keep on screamin', damn it!"
Donna looked at them with growing panic. Ron had withdrawn his cigarette, then moved it down to her ankles and touched the sensitive area. Donna tried jerking her leg away. But of course the leather cuff held, biting into her flesh.
"NOOOOOO!"
The pain moved closer to her cunt. Jack was watching her pussy, then rolling his eyes up to see her reaction as he burned a path straight to the center of her cunt. Her ass muscles flexed, relaxed, then tensed again. There was a whispering crackle. The first few hairs on her outer cunt lips were burning. The odor of singed hair added to the smell of tobacco almost made the girl retch.
"Stop, STOP!" the girl screamed.
"My turn," Ron said, moving in front of the girl and puffing his cigarette until the tip was a long, glowing ash. Donna's eyes widened as he flicked off the ash, then moved the cigarette up to her tits. Closer and closer it came until the girl could feel the heat almost blistering her stiffening nipples.
"PLEASE STOP! DON'T!"
She jerked again, nearly knocking the board off balance with the violence of her desperate moves.
" AIYEEEEW AW WWWHHHH!"
He was doing it, actually doing it! He was touching her nipple with that burning ash, rolling it along the areola, then moving it back to the tip. When he thought there might be too much damage, Ron pulled it off, moving his cigarette to the other nipple.
Donna thought she was going to die, and actually wished for death as the seconds ticked by.
Nothing could convince these men to leave her alone. They gathered more tightly around her, watching her as if she were some kind of experiment. They touched certain areas of her body with their burning cigarettes, murmuring softly as her screams increased or decreased. "OHHHHHH, GOD!"
For a second Donna thought it was over. Suddenly the men moved back, leaving her alone. She sagged in her cuffs, her toes touching the floor again. The board felt wet behind her. She had sweat so much during this ordeal that her mouth was dry.
Then the pain was back, more intense than before. The agony felt like a thousand blazing coals being laid at the top of her pussy. With a tearing pain in her throat Donna screamed again. Both Ron and Jack had placed their cigarettes together next to her cunt tip, putting the maximum area of burning ash on her pussylips. The result was electrifying. The girl went crazy, her body arching out like a tightly strung bow while the muscles and tendons bulged mightily against her sweaty flesh. Her limbs trembled while her fingers clawed helplessly at the air. It was as if a million volts of electricity were being shot through her body. Donna had no control over her bodily reactions. Piss spurted from her hole, wetting down her legs. Her face was a mask of intense pain, her mouth a twisted red mass as scream after scream came out and echoed in the small garage.
"Shit, she's gonna call down the cops on our ass," Ron said warningly.
"Don't worry," Jack reassured him, pulling his cigarette off her clit and examining the tip. "No cops in this neighborhood are gonna come around and check out nothin' 'less someone calls 'em. And ain't no one around here's gonna fink, right?"
"Hey, man, don't worry," Brad said, waving his arms in front of his face and laughing uneasily.
"Good," Jack said, going back to Donna.
The girl had calmed down somewhat since the two of them removed their cigarettes. Now the big man resumed his torture, trailing his ash along the edges of her cunt lips. He was getting closer to her clit again. Donna's face was a mask of intense concentration, her eyes rolling up and starting as if she were desperately searching for something. Her breath was coming in gasping pants while her fingers again worked against the air. Oh, he was going to burn her down there again, perhaps ruin her for life!
Then suddenly Jack flipped the cigarette to the floor, casually crushing it with the tip of his boot.
Donna sighed, feeling faint with relief.
"I wanna show you how your fuckin' cousin acts when she's hot," Jack said, Smirking at Donna, then turning toward Trina.
The girl had heard Donna's loud screams. She was jerking on the ropes now, her belly sliding back and forth on the slippery table.
"My arms. You're hurting me with those things," Trina said, staring at Jack, then moving her eyes over to Donna. She smiled weakly, shaking her head from side to side.
"I guess I didn't think this out too well," she said, her smile turning to a wince as another muscle spasm wracked her body.
"Haul 'er up," Jack ordered.
It was here when Donna saw that the rings holding her cousin's wrists and ankles together above her ass-cheeks were attached to some sort of pulley device screwed to the overhead beams. Ron unhitched a knot, keeping the tension stable, and curled his fingers around the half-inch line, pulling down hard. As he did, the rings drew together slightly from the suspended weight of Trina's body. She groaned as her arms pulled back yet farther, nearly touching her lower legs. Her body bowed a little more as Ron pulled again, his hands climbing over one another, the rope moving slowly over the double pulley set. "UGNHHHHHHH!"
Donna watched in amazement. Trina's body was leaving the surface of the table! Her arms were pulled straight back now, parallel to the table top. Her torso curved, bending backward at the waist and becoming parallel to the floor at her thighs. The cuffs and rings pulled her lower legs up toward the ceiling, her wrists and ankles touching now.
Jack stepped in front of Trina, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her body back. Letting go, the big man watched as she swung back and forth like a pendulum.
"Hot fuckin' bitch didn't bargain for this. Just wait, baby. Your cunt's gonna be creamin' like hell when we get through with you."
Knowing what they had done to her and how she had reacted thus far, Donna had no doubt Jack's words were true.