cock, which was now standing straight up from his crotch. He nibbled gently at her nipple.
The door opened. Frank the handyman came in with another pair of handcuffs, with which he manacled Mike's legs to the chair. So far Mike had made no attempt to escape – how far could he get, naked and with his hands cuffed behind him? Nor could he hope to do much to save his tortured wife.
What fiendish torment did their captors have in mind for Diana now, if they took this kind of precaution?
In a moment he had his answer. Frank went out and came back immediately holding a black hibachi gingerly by the wooden handles. Its coals gave off a dull red glow, and even several feet away Mike could feel the heat.
Diana stared at him as he carried the hibachi to the side of the bed. Then he held up a pair of tongs and grinned hugely. She screamed. The coals were meant for her!
Her carefully-guarded self control shattered. Her body curved upwards into a flying buttress of naked white flesh as she fought to tear free of the electric cords that bound her wrists and ankles. Her voice was high and broken, like an animal in pain, shrieking wordlessly in hellish horror.
'No!' Mike gasped. 'You can't – you wouldn't! You wouldn't.'
Yvonne smiled at him. The patches of dark skin surrounding her nipple seemed to have widened, cupping the front of her boobs the way her brother's hand and mouth had a few moments before. Then she raised one of Mike's handkerchiefs and, with Eric's help, tied it over Diana's eyes.
'Help me!' the captive shrieked. 'Mike – no, don't let them! God, they're going to brand me, they're going to burn me alive!'
Mike started to curse them, his baritone voice a bellowing roar like an angry tiger. Yvonne stood up, strode to him in three long, hip and tit-swinging strides, and stuffed a rolled pair of his own socks into his mouth. Frank taped his mouth over, muffling him with a crude but effective gag.
'Don't want you drowning out Diana's screams for mercy,' Yvonne said. 'They have such a sweet, musical sound.' Mike glared poisonously at her.
Frank left the room a third time. He came back at once, and Mike stared blankly at him. He had a styrofoam bucket full of ice from the machine!
Mike had no idea what was going on as Frank, smirking, passed the ice bucket to Yvonne. She went back to the bed, sat at Diana's side, and picked up the tongs. With the tongs she took a cube from the bucket, studied it, then touched it to the captive's quivering, bare right boob!
Diana lay in blackness. Her bound limbs shivered uncontrollably. God, this is it, the worst nightmare possible, she thought. They're not only going to torture me – they're going to brand me, mutilate me, mark me for life! They'll burn every inch of skin from my boob, and when they're finished there they'll probably sear my pussy lips as a joke! She promised herself one thing. She would be brave. She'd cheat them of as much sadistic enjoyment as she could.
Then a red-hot coal touched the flesh of her right tit, and she went insane with agony.
Diana's voice rose in a series of shrill yapping cries like a dog struck by a car. Her body bucked on the bed and Mike could see the thin cords biting deeply into her as she struggled. Yvonne lifted the ice and looked at him with laughter dancing in her azure eyes.
He understood now why he'd been gagged. What their captors were doing was something he'd heard of before, from the days when fraternity hazing was still common. The intended victim was allowed to see hot coals or branding irons or whatever, then was blindfolded. With a person psychologically prepared for searing heat, the stinging bite of ice on bare skin felt exactly like the touch of a white-hot iron.
Yvonne and Eric were having their cake and eating it too. They were subjecting their beautiful captive to excruciating torture that was nine-tenths mental. That way Diana's faultless body would be unmarked for whatever other games they had in mind!
The captive was sobbing, shaking her head from side to side. The pain from her tit was actually less tearing than the knowledge that her once-perfect, snow white tit was permanently marked with a glaring red brand. 'No,' Diana moaned. 'Nooooo!'
Yvonne shook melted water from the ice cube and touched it to the prisoner's other tit. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!' Diana howled. The bed shook with the fury of her struggles.
Muscles stood starkly on Diana's arms and legs as she put all her strength into a hopeless effort to tear free. She couldn't stand the kiss of the coal on her tits again. She couldn't!
Yvonne chose a fresh ice cube. This one she touched, ever so lightly, to one cherry-like, pain-stimulated nipple.
The effect was amazing. Diana's body shot so high in the air it appeared, for a split-second that she'd break free of her bonds. Then she fell, back onto the woman-shaped wet mark on the bedspread.
'Aiiiieeee!' Diana screamed.
Mike watched in anguish as Yvonne applied the ice cube to the other swollen nipple, with similar results. Even to incredibly sensitive tits, the touch of ice was normally no more than a discomfort. But Diana's captors had prepared their victim with the skill of Inquisitors.
What Diana's big tits were experiencing was the pain of being seared with a branding iron!
'My nipples!' Diana shrieked. 'I'm ruined! Dear God, leave my titties alone!'
To her surprise she heard Yvonne murmur, 'Certainly, dear.' Horror numbed her. She'd made a dreadful error.
She knew what was coming next!
A slim finger daintily stroked down the slit of her pussy. Then Diana felt Yvonne slip two fingers into the portal of her cunt. 'No,' she whispered. 'Not that – anything but that…'
The lips of her cunt were drawn apart. And then the most awful agony of Diana's life exploded in her pussy mouth as Yvonne thrust her 'coal' against the gaping cunt!
Diana's ass shot off the bed, practically fucking her pussy onto the tongs and the ice cube they held. Yvonne's fingers came out of her cunt, but the black-haired woman gamely kept the ice in place, pressed into the slot of pink flesh at the top of the cunt-slash. To Diana it felt as if her clit was being charred to a nubbin!
'Ahhhh!' Yvonne cried hoarsely. She turned and threw the tongs to Frank. 'You play with her. Down on the floor, brother dear – my pussy's so hungry for that giant cock of yours I can barely stand it!'
Obediently Eric sat down on the carpet. She scrambled into his lap, facing him, and sat down on his prick. So horny was she that she couldn't get her pussy around the inflated head of her brother's cock! After several false starts she grabbed Eric's cock with both hands and frantically stuffed it into her greedy cunt!
As Yvonne's pussy slid languidly down the hard pole of her brother's cock, Frank picked up the ice bucket and picked up an ice cube in the tongs. He put one knee on the bed and hiked himself up beside the naked, sobbing Diana. The bed bounced under his weight.
Diana moaned. My pussy, dear God, my pussy! she thought. The pain seemed to stream from bet cunt like a firestorm.
She was aware of cloth rustling and then something hard but yielding poked into her firmly-shut lips. She could neither look nor reach up to see what it was, but the familiar taste of cock in her mouth told her what had happened. Frank had climbed onto the bed and wanted her to suck his prick!
'Open your mouth, baby,' he urged hoarsely. He held his giant cock in one hand while the other kept the ice cube ready. 'You'll just love eatin' my nice big cock!'
Diana shook her head. Frank thrust the ice cube against her tit.
Her violent reaction raised his burly body into the air. She writhed beneath him, her abused tits pushing against his lean ass. 'Better suck cock, honey, or I'll cook your titties good!'
Sobbing, Diana opened her mouth. Frank's cock entered it like a bus going into a garage. The head of the prick was swollen, vibrating with the red-haired handyman's lustful heartbeat. The flavor of cock was meaty and overpowering, cutting even through Diana's pain and horror.
The throbbing prick lay on Diana's tongue. Frank stroked her cheek with a hairy paw. 'That's nice,' he told his captive. 'I can feel your spit just a soakin' into the bottom of my prick.'
'Uggggggh,' grunted Yvonne as she ground her ass into her brother's thighs. With the eleven-inch spear of his cock buried in her pussy, her white, naked body scarcely had room for breath. She felt so good she could hardly stand it!
