I didn't recognize the two contraptions at first. When he started to twist the handles and open them, I figured it out and really panicked.
'Nooo-please don't! Please! Don't do that to me! Please!' I babbled.
He laughed and shoved each of my tits into a wood vise of its own. Leaning against my back to keep me from pulling away, he started screwing them tight.
I felt the screw at the bottom turning. The wood pressed in. It began to mash my boobs. The pressure increased. Part of the soft, fatty glands oozed over the top. My nipples pointed out the front and dribbled in fright.
The vise squeezed them harder and harder. The pain swelled. Beads of cold sweat popped out on my forehead and I sobbed and begged for mercy. I offered to lick his asshole-inside and all. I'd do anything if he'd just stop.
When he was satisfied that I was in sufficient pain and couldn't pull free, he started on what he called a face wrap. My head was to be a spool of rough cord. The first loop fit in my mouth and jerked until it pulled my lips back almost to my ears. It held my mouth like a vicious gag. Then loop after loop was wrapped around my head. It burned and cut into my cheeks. It mashed my ears and nose. It forced my eyes shut so I couldn't see anything. It made it difficult to breathe.
Up until that time I'd at least been able to see what was planned for me. Now it was even worse. The suspense really got to me. I was being held up by shaky legs and the hideous vises biting into my boobs. I was having a hard time hearing. My rasping breath echoed inside my head. All I could do was make funny animal whimpers.
'If you fight, slut, you'll tear your tits off,' the man said loud enough for it to get past the ropes and to my burning ears.
The fear of the unknown welled up. I began to shake with fright. I felt my arms being twisted behind my head. The minute they were securely hooked, I felt the bruising sting of a rubber hose on my ribs. It bruised the spot under my arms where my tits started. I jerked.
My whole chest filled with a sickening ache. He'd been right. I almost ripped my jugs off. He hit me again. This time I managed to keep from moving. He hit my unprotected back. He hit my
ass. He slapped the hose between my legs. He brought it down across my arms, my thighs and calves until my legs gave out and I was hanging by my knockers.
When he'd hurt me enough to give him a roaring hard-on, he pulled me to my feet and unscrewed the two vises. The last thing I remembered before passing out was his cock drooling against my burning back.
I couldn't have been out for more than a couple of minutes. I don't think he even cared. When I became aware of what had happened, I felt terrific, shooting pains in my groin. I was doing the splits. All of my weight was suspended on my outstretched legs. The only thing keeping me upright was a rope tied into what little hair had escaped the tight wrap on top of my head.
The man's stiff boner slid easily into my twat. I don't know whether he was lying on a cot or on the floor. But he filled my cunt and began pulling on my nearly dislocated thighs. I choked and screeched in agony. The sounds came out garbled and incoherent because of the rough ropes filling my mouth.
The man laughed happily and jerked down some more. He pinched my little cunt and jerked me up and down by it. He pinched my aching tits and twisted my sore nipples. I felt myself growing clammy again and almost passed out.
It felt like my insides were going to spill out at
any second. He made my body twitch, twist and bounce up and down. He made me suffer through a thousand hells before he was ready to really stick it to me.
I don't know how he had my legs tied or stretched. The man got out from under me and released the ropes. I spun by the few strands of hair still tied to the rope for a second and then crashed onto the floor. The relief was worth the bruising jolt as I hit. I ignored his maniacal laughter and forced my legs slowly back into their normal positions.
The man pounced on me then and fucked me in the missionary position. I felt him between my legs. I felt his heavy weight even though I couldn't see him. I heard his excited panting. His cock swam in my oversized twat. It slapped against the loose walls and bruised my sore cunt and cunt-lips. I'd never realized that such sadistic beasts existed.
The drooling cock roared back and forth. It slid the length of my split. It rubbed across my pee-hole. It sucked my twat-gaskets back and forth and slid against the nearly hairless pads on either side of my split. It hurt my clitoris and banged into my cervix.
The rough pounding of his hips slapping mine echoed inside my head. The regular jolting tattoo of my ass hammering against the floor jarred and grated on my nerves. The weight of his chest crushing my swollen, tender boobs wrang moan
after moan from my twisted, strained lips.
My face felt swollen, Part of it felt numb and part of it was on fire. The feeling was starting to come back into my arms and the pain was excruciating. Every thrust of his cock in my tortured cunt-hole sent sharp flashes through the crotch muscles which had been so severely strained. The man made sure it kept hurting. He jerked forward, trying to stretch my already elephant-size cunt. He bounced and rolled harder than ever on my jugs.
Each new shiver excited him more. Each new moan made him jerk harder. He'd do anything to drain another ounce of pain from my exhausted body.
He saved the cruelest for last. I was too weak to really do much of anything. He rolled over and pulled me on top.
'You fuck me, maggot. You wiggle your twat up and down on my big cock and make it come-or I make you do the splits again.
I tried to move my hips up and down. It hurt. I rested for a few seconds. He pinched one of my nipples in each hand and began to pull. My hips began to move. The pain in my jugs was far worse than the pain or tiredness in the rest of my body. I started grinding my ass up and down. I have no idea where I found the strength it was just there when I needed it.
At least he couldn't try and tear me apart with his
cock and he wasn't crushing me with his weight. The humiliation of helping to bring the rotten bastard pleasure seared through my soul. That was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. I didn't want his cock in my cunt. I didn't want to be fucked. It was even more degrading to fuck him.
My asshole popped and my box slurped as I rolled my hips up and down on his heated shaft. My nipples ached with unimaginable pain. My mind seemed to float free from my body. It was like looking at myself on a movie screen. I knew I couldn't really see anything because of the rope on my face. I thought I was losing my mind, but the image of my tormented body was there. I could see the bruises and rope-wrapped face, grinding tiredly away on top of my master.
I watched myself struggle to keep up the pace. I saw him pinch my nipples as new pain caroused through my abused flesh. I struggled to speed up, but couldn't. I was going as fast as I could. The man hurt me until my mind was spinning. Nothing he did brought more speed.
He gave up and rolled back over. He slammed me down and crashed on top of my abused body. He began to pulverize me with his hips. The bruising jolts rippled through me as his cock slammed in and out of my cunt. He hit bottom with lusty blows and bounced back. His cock came out of my hole. It slammed into my crack. It bruised my burning cunt-lips and raw clit. He
dragged it roughly down and ground through me again.
I didn't know he'd shot his wad until I felt his hot juice dribbling between my aching cunt and bottom. He got off me. Laughing happily, he began to jerk the cord off my face. Each twist of his arm brought whimpering squeals from my throat. It burned my flesh. It was worse than if he'd left it in place.
My head was on fire. My vision was still screwed up when he left. I knew the women still had their turn, and I wanted to die rather than face them. I struggled insanely to my feet and reeled around the room before collapsing to the floor again.
The door opened and a man came in. I felt his hands on my arms.
I recognized the gentler touch. I struggled until my eyes focused. It was Pedro. He didn't try to hurt me as he dragged me out. No one would have known that he wasn't though. I whimpered and moaned without being
