hear the mouths of their peckers pop. I could feel an occasional streamer of clear jizz drip on my side.
The thrill of helping the girl finally got to me. My box started to thaw. The girl felt my ass twitch
and covered the movement with her hands. I wasn't too concerned with it helping me. I wanted it to help her before the men got wise and pulled us apart.
Her hips began to bounce. I moved my head back and forth, so it looked like I was making her do it.
My tongue was slick with nectar. Tier pussy was milking it now. I slipped my fingers around to her cunt. I rubbed the sides as I licked the head. She exploded. It wasn't a great orgasm, but I could tell it was a relief for her. It was a break.
The warmth was rapidly drawing my own need into the open. My body was betraying me. I was having a hard time hiding it.
I was rising nicely when the cocks started to explode and spatter us with gobs of their slime. I was almost to the peak when they jerked us apart. They didn't know I'd helped her, but they knew it was helping me.
My stomach knotted with frustration as they dragged her away. The two guards that had untied me threw me back in the cell. I crashed against the wall, bruising my shoulder as I slumped dejectedly to the floor.
The two men picked up the ropes that had been left on the floor from my earlier bondage. They knotted a piece around either wrist and hooked them into rings about shoulder height on opposite walls. They pulled my arms tight. One of the men jerked my leg up and tied the other end of his rope to
my knee.
As soon as he was done, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me. The second man pulled the other leg high and did the same thing. They let me go. My anus creaked in protest as I bounced and dangled awkwardly in the stretch.
One of them grabbed the lariat and tied it around my waist. He pulled it back until I was swung into an excruciatingly painful sitting position. I was screaming in pain as my arms threatened to pull from their sockets. The muscles in my groin threatened to rip. My ass was suspended just a foot off the ground.
One of the men slid under me. He pulled his freshly stiff cock from his pants and jammed it viciously into my gash. The man behind us began to pull the rope. I swung back and forth, stroking the rigid tool as my body filled with more and more pain.
I'd heard of people being strung up by their thumbs. They died from convulsions in a very few minutes. I could see why. I was suspended by my wrists and was having a hard time breathing. The cords in my neck were bulging. My shoulders were a deep red. My spine felt like it was being torn apart. My cunt could barely feel the cock in it because it hurt so bad. The ropes had cut the circulation off in my hands and they were tingling weirdly.
I felt the piston rubbing back and forth in my cunt. It slid over my joy-knob. It bruised the
bottom of my hole and stretched the sides. It rubbed between the cheeks of my ass.
My arms were useless. I almost lost consciousness before the bastard got his rocks off and cut me down. My chest, shoulders and groin hurt so bad that I wailed when they touched me. I knew they wouldn't leave without my satisfying the other man. I agonized over what the slimy cock-suckers would do to hurt me while the second one did his thing.
It didn't take me long to find out. I was forced to lie on my belly and my arms were pulled behind me. My right wrist was tied to my right ankle. My left wrist was secured to my left ankle. I was hauled off the ground by two ropes. My back strained in cramping nausea as they raised me until I was waist high. My tummy was taut from being forced outward. My boobs dangled below me and my buttocks locked with painful charley horses.
The second guard dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. His fingers dug into my flesh and forced a tunnel open to my rectum. I felt the cock tear into my asshole. It burned bad. My head hung down and collected the blood as it drained from above me. I got a terrible headache, The other guy, the one who'd just fucked me, pulled his limp tool out. Jerking my head up, he forced my mouth open.
They began to swing me back and forth. One cock would be coming out as the other cock was going in. It was painful, but not as bad as the other
position. I could bear it. The new bondage at least centered the pain on the ankles. I would have passed out if it had been on my wrists again.
I rode back and forth on the sadistic cocks. They swung me at different angles, thrilling their heated tools with each sway or jiggle of the ropes. My mind fogged over with pain. I was enduring it, but the fear of being crippled gnawed at me with a new urgency.
The guy who'd stuffed his limp cock in my mouth was having a hard time getting a hard-on. The one in my asshole was roaring hard. The cock in my mouth stretched and bent. It wiggled and slithered around as it slowly swelled and tightened. The other prick zipped back and forth lustily. He enjoyed hurting my painfully dry hole and cramped muscles.
As the cock in my mouth stiffened, it began to go deeper. It slapped my palate and bruised the little do-dad at the back of my mouth. It burned my tongue and bruised my gums. I twisted and thrashed as the agonizing pain in my back consumed my whole body.
I was utterly helpless. I couldn't do a thing to prevent the attack. I couldn't do a thing to ease the pain. All I could do was dangle there and let myself be jabbed by their vicious pricks.
The men moved back a step at either end so they could swing me in a bigger arc. One of the cocks was about to fall out. I went the other way and picked up speed. The cock crashed into me
with the force of a pile driver. The other one came almost out.
The guy fucking my ass bent down. He pulled his belt out of his pants. I didn't know what was going on until he swung the tip of it under me. It caught my flopping boobs. The pain was absolutely incredible. I twitched and twisted in agony. My whole body trembled, giving them an added thrill. I grew lightheaded. I saw flashes of pain and heard a heavy buzzing in my ears. My body turned a pasty white and I almost blacked out.
The man waited until I'd recovered. He wanted me to feel the maximum humiliation when he did it again. The belt caught my right nipple. He timed it so the cock in my mouth was deeply wedged in my throat and I wouldn't be able to bite down. I twisted and twitched in total suffering.
They kept it up. I swung back and forth as they kept beating my knockers to increase my pain and their thrills. I swayed like a pendulum for nearly fifteen minutes. It seemed like a full lifetime to me. I'd given up all hope by the time the cock exploded in my ass. Surprisingly enough, the one in my mouth spurted a few seconds later and I was cut down.
The guards didn't bother undoing me. I was left tethered, resting on my tits and belly. I lay that way for a long time. Finally I found enough strength to work on the bondage. This was the first time they'd left the ropes at all slack. I began to twist my tortured wrists around in an effort to
squeeze past the knots holding them to my ankles. Each movement of my hands sent pain shooting through my arms.
The more I struggled, the more my hopes grew. One thing led to another and I decided to try and escape if I got loose. The pain was almost too much to cope with. The hope of freedom was all that kept me at it. If I could just undo the knots I might be all right. I was sure I'd be able to get my legs to work one way or the other. There wasn't anything to lose. The pain of these tortures couldn't get any worse. I doubted seriously that I'd be able to endure it until the next day anyway. Besides, I had no idea what awaited me after that.
I struggled with the tight knots until my wrists were bleeding before one came free. I must have taken two hours to get the one hand free and work the knots loose on the other. Fifteen minutes later I was completely out of the rope.
I started trying to get my muscles to work. I crawled. I limped. I nearly passed out a dozen times as I forced myself to keep at it. I was weak with hunger and thirst. Every step brought excruciating agony from strained muscles and organs. When I was able to move again, I decided it was time to start on the door. I was in luck. They hadn't locked it. They'd left me in so much pain that escape was supposed to be impossible.
The hall was empty. My stomach began to burn and knot. My mouth was bone-dry and I felt my knees shaking weakly as I worked up my nerve. I
took a deep breath and stepped out of the tiny cell. I tried to run. There wasn't any great surge of energy. I was moving, but it was in a stooped, staggering limp. It wasn't a sprint.
I made it to the wash room. There wasn't any noise inside. I was so thirsty I had to have a drink before going on. I limped in, drank from the faucet until my stomach was on fire and rested for a few minutes. The rest
