heave. Clara wondered jealously if Lois was cuming already.
A second loop was forced around Lois' other ankle. In a moment, both heels were drawn up tight against her ass and she was hanging from the four by four. Her thighs were spread wide. The shaft of wood began to turn towards Clara. Lois' red, aroused, inner cunt lips protruded from her blonde pussy.
A touch on her ankle made Clara flinch. She felt a coil of rope strangle her ankle, and braced herself as the end was drawn up behind her. She teetered precariously as her leg was pulled back until she was kicking her own ass. Then she was left without a leg to stand on. The rope cut into her as it took her weight. She heard the chain groan as the column began to turn slowly.
The combined helplessness, pain, immobility, and shame made Clara's eyes blur with tears, and her cunt drool with horniness. As she hung there, trussed up like a pig ready for slaughter, she felt her twat spasming and gushing. A raging cumming was ripping through her helpless body! She revolved slowly, felt cool air on her aroused pussy folds. She didn't care that her legs were spread wide, that everyone could see her gaping cunt.
Then she felt the men unsnapping the chain that anchored the post to the floor, and wondered what could be next. She began to swing very slowly, like a pendulum. She turned, and saw that Lois' post had also been unshackled. Then, as Clara rotated helplessly, she saw her two men release a rope from a cleat on the wall. Her post shivered, sank toward the floor.
Then, unbelievably, she felt herself begin to rise. The floor sank away beneath her as she was dragged toward the high ceiling. Something groaned ominously as she went up in a series of jerks. The post began to spin. She saw Lois rising beside her, an obscene chandelier of naked helplessness. Lois' mouth gaped open as they went higher and higher, closer and closer to the hot spot-lights that were bathing their naked bodies.
Clara was reduced to a quivering mass. She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to look down. From below, the ceiling had looked about twenty feet high. Now, from her increasing altitude, she doubled her estimate, though she knew it wasn't possible.
'Oh, God,' she moaned as she glanced up and saw the ceiling. It was less than two feet above her. The ropes dug into her, and she felt another orgasm raging through her.
'Clara?' Lois called softly.
'What?' Clara whispered, and squeezed her eyes hut.
'Are you okay?'
'Oh God, I am so scared,' she whimpered, trying to clutch the post tighter. 'And I love it so much I can't believe it.'
'They'll lower us in just a minute,' Lois assured her.
Clara kept her eyes closed against the incredible height. 'I think I've cum six times already.'
'Me, too,' Lois answered. 'But we haven't seen anything yet.'
'You know what's going to happen?'
'Not all of it.'
There was a yank on the rope, and Clara felt herself dropping. She screamed. The fall ended with a sudden jerk that felt like it was going to rip the ring out of the post. She heard a curse from Wil, and then she was being lowered slowly. She leaned forward and looked down.
A bench had been moved under Lois. A naked man, a stranger, was stretched out on it. His jutting cock stuck up toward the helpless woman.
A quick glance directly below confined that the same fate was awaiting Clara. She closed her eyes, and felt her cunt sizzle in anticipation.
As she was lowered down and down and down, she waited breathlessly. Then, it was there, the first touch on her pussy folds! For a tantalizing, frightening, stimulating instant she hung motionless. Then she was lowered more, and was drilled by the jutting cock. She felt it slide deep into her swing hole, gutting and stuffing her. The only point of contact between her and terra firma was a hard-on that was jamming up into her steaming cunt.
'Awww,' she moaned ecstatically as she was skewered by the towering cock.
The man screwing her gripped her waist and said something softly to the men controlling her. She rose a few inches and his dick slid out of her. Then he began to fuck her, to thrust his prick up into her streaming, gaping pussy. She soared to a raging, towering orgasm as his prick pistoned in her spasming cunt. She was nearly oblivious to his orgasm, to the hosing of her insides with sperm. Then he was gone, sliding out from under her. She swung like a pendulum as cum dripped slowly from her twat.
On an order from the next man, she was lowered nearly to the floor. He didn't tell them to stop until her knees were brushing the slick wood. His cock was right in line with her mouth! The sight of his jutting tool, a shining drop of arousal hanging from its tip, made her mouth and her pussy water. Knowing what was expected of her, she licked out, managed to barely brush his cock. She felt his juices film her tongue.
Then he eased his cock between her lips, and steadied her by gripping the shaft she was tied to. She felt his cock slide farther and farther into her mouth. Her gullet spasmed as she swallowed the waves of spit the invasion triggered. She stroked his pecker with her tongue as he fucked himself on her face by simply swinging her on the end of the chain.
She couldn't believe the sexual pleasure that was raging through her. This was her fate, her goal, her future: to be a helpless plaything. The ropes cutting into her body increased her already monumental lust. She wasn't able any more to separate one cumming from another. They blended together into a single flaring haze of unbelievable rapture.
The cock in her mouth began to spurt. Desperately, she tried to swallow the creamy gobs that were hosing her tongue and throat. He let her capture only the first few globs, then yanked his prick out of her gaping maw. She felt sperm spattering her cheeks and nose, pattering down on the protruding masses of her tits. The unexpected dousing made her lust rage even higher. He wiped his still-drizzling dick on her eyelids, her cheeks, and her nose. He left her whole face sticky and crusty with jizz.
As she hung there, Clara had the feeling she was being slowly pinched to a pulp by the harsh windings around her body. Her legs were on fire from being folded back for so long. The center of her spine felt like it had been rubbed raw by the wooden post. Her shoulders felt like they were being dislocated.
The lust that raged on inside her left her shattered and feeble.
Then, Wil appeared in front of her with a knife in his hand. She thought for a moment that he was so disgusted by what she had become, that he was going to kill her. The idea terrified her, and increased her pleasure. It would be the ultimate experience to feel that razor-sharp blade cut into her.
He severed the rope holding her ankles. The pain when she unfolded her legs were unbearable. She forced her feet under her body so she could take a little of the weight off her chest. She looked over at Lois, and saw that she, too, had the use of her feet again. It was obvious that the big-breasted blonde had received basically the same treatment Clara had. Lois' finely-fuzzed pussy was matted with cum. Globs of semen streaked her face and tits.
Clara swayed woozily. She was still bound to the post, but was standing after what seemed like hours. Then the coils holding her to the four by four were cut, and the stake was drawn out. She stood there before the watching people. Her hands were still bound behind her. Her naked, cum spattered breasts thrust out boldly.
Wil appeared in front of her. His expression gave her the creeps, made her guts simmer. His domination of her was complete. She loved his ropes, the humiliation and helplessness. He could do anything he wanted with her. And they both knew it.
'Come on,' Grant ordered. Clara and Lois were escorted to a low platform.
A small hibachi stood on a metal table in front of an open window. A small fan drew the smoke out of the room. The charcoal plowed dully through the powdery white ashes. Two wooden handled steel rods nestled in the coals. The ends were buried in the glowing embers.
'Lois first,' Grant ordered. He looked at her. There was fear and unbelievable lust in her eyes. She was staring at the coals as if hypnotized. 'Are you going to scream?' he asked.
Lois shook her head.
'What's happening?' Clara asked fearfully, glancing at Wil for reassurance.
'Watch,' he answered. 'So you can brace yourself for it. I'll be very unhappy if you have to be gagged.'
Clara looked back at Lois, and shuddered. Lois' escorts had trapped her upper arms and her legs, spread
