watching him eagerly stroking back and forth.
The friction mounted and worked its way down into her tits. She felt the excited beating of her heart speed up even more. Her tits filled with more blood and she was soon panting, her tits heaving, closing and opening around his hidden cock.
'Keep going, damn you!' he cried. 'I can't hold back much longer!'
She hardly heard his words. The blood pounded in her temples. She was lost in a wonderland of sex again. The vibrator. The tape on her tits. The thick cock, fucking her boobs. This was great! She came. She shuddered and thrashed around under his weight.
This triggered something in the man. He started driving his thick spike of cock-flesh in and out between her tits with a fury. She watched in fascination as the tip of his cock came closer and closer to her mouth with every thrust. He brutally banged his prick against her tits, pressing hard into them as he fucked.
'God, it's sooooo nice!' he moaned. 'Fucking…'
And then he shot his jism into her face. Her taped tits held firm around his cock as it spewed out his come. She tried to catch some of the gooey come on her tongue, but failed. She let it drip down into her mouth. But, that was almost as good.
She wanted more of it.
As his prick shot through the hole between her tits, she applied her mouth to the tip of his cock. He groaned and hesitated for a moment. She sucked for all she was worth. She managed to get a few more spurts out of his prick. Then his cock went limp in her mouth, slipping free.
'Enough of this!' he said suddenly. He stood and looked down at her. She smiled up at him. She had the warm glow of a well-fucked woman. She loved him.
Then he cruelly ripped the electrical tape off her tits. The pain almost drove her out of her mind. What was worse, he not only laughed at her pain, but he got another hard-on. She had never seen a man get his cock up again as fast.
Sandy had come full-circle again. Her confusion was gone. She no longer loved Paul. She hated him! And now she knew how she was going to get even with him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Paul sat down on the small sofa, smiling to himself. In a few minutes, he was sound asleep. This was what Sandy had been waiting for.
She painfully pulled herself up and inched across the floor until she came to the tiny kitchen. She opened a kitchen drawer. Inside was a kitchen knife. She pulled it out and managed to wedge it between one of the cabinets and the sink. Sawing back and forth, she cut through the ropes binding her hands.
Slowly the circulation return to her hand. Her hands were puffed up and swollen from lack of blood. Her hands were bruised and her wrists were tender. She quietly opened the ice box and pulled out a few ice cubes. She put them on her wrists to kill the pain.
She hefted the knife and considered killing Paul with it. But, she quickly discarded the idea. She picked up the hair dryer that Paul had carelessly laid down and hefted it. The machine was too light to smash his skull, but the electrical cord presented new opportunities for her.
She made a loop from the cord and dropped it over Paul's head. Jerking it tight, she strangled him before he could fully awaken. He struggled and sputtered as if he were drowning, and then passed out cold.
'Whew,' she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. 'That was harder to do than I thought.' She pulled his limp body to the stocks and managed to lift him into the wooden head-holder. She stuck his wrists through the small holes on either side of his head for good measure. She found she could barely close the wooden bar due to the thickness of both his neck and wrists. He was apparently bigger than anyone else, who'd ever been placed in the device.
Sandy wasn't satisfied. She moved his feet around until she had them in the holder. Then she cranked the device wide so that his feet were at an unnatural and uncomfortable position. If she had wanted, she could have raped his as easily.
Taking the water hose, she sprayed cold water onto the man's body. Then she stuffed the nozzle into his face and let him have it full force. The cold water woke him up. He sputtered and spit a mouthful of water out.
'What the hell's going on?' he shouted.
He realized at once that he was in the stocks!
After struggling for a couple of seconds, he gave up and glared at the naked woman. She realized that the tables would have to be turned entirely before her revenge was satisfactory.
She silently left him and dressed. When she came back, she carried a pair of scissors. She began snipping off his clothes, the cold steel pressing harshly into his flesh.
'What the fuck are you doing?'
She didn't answer. Her silence tormented him. Let him squirm, she thought. His mind could work up worse tortures than what she had in mind – and what she was going to do to him wasn't going to be nice.
As soon as she had his shirt and pants cut off, she pressed the blade of the steel scissors into his balls, then opened and shut them a few times.
'Want to make sure you don't have any kids?' she taunted him. The scissors clicked shut again, cutting off some of his pubic hair.
'What are you going to do to me?' he asked.
'I'm not going to turn you loose, that's for sure,' she told him. She dropped the scissors and began batting his limp balls back and forth. He groaned and his prick began to rise.
'Stop that,' he pleaded. 'You're driving me crazy with that!' He struggled in the stocks but he had built them too well to permit escape. As strong as he was, he couldn't get enough force to bear on the lock. He was a better carpenter than he'd thought.
'I like balls. I love them,' she told him. 'And I think I'll lop these off for my collection. You called me a castrating bitch. Okay, wise ass, I'm going to prove it.'
She wanted to hear him beg. If he begged hard enough, she might even relent and not cut his balls off. But he was going to have to beg her good before she gave in. The memories of all he'd done to her burned brightly in her mind. The ass-raping, the fucking in the lake, the tortuous night spent outside tied to a tree limb, the fucking on the arm of the water pump, having that vile hot dog shoved all the way up her ass, the hair dryer blowing hot and nasty into her pussy – all that and more.
She brushed across her abused tits and thought of the electrical tape being savagely jerked off. And her ass! It burned from the way he's whipped her with the coat hanger and his belt. The belt!
She quickly picked it up and smacked it across her hand a few times. This was going to be fun!
She applied it to his bare ass repeatedly. The man sighed and groaned, then begged her to stop. She didn't. She kept whipping his ass with the leather strap until her arms tired.
'I see you've got a hard-on. You like this, don't you?' she asked him.
She fondled his cock and stroked it up and down. She felt his cock bob with lust for her, but he wasn't going to bury that prick into her cunt. Not now.
'What are you going to do?'
'I figure,' she said, 'that you're in for a dose of your own medicine. See this hair dryer?' She held it up in front of his face, then yanked the cord out of the blower. She quickly stripped down the wires. She pulled the automatic light timer over and reset it for twenty minutes. She plugged in the electric cord and held the two wires in front of his face.
'When that timer goes on, these wires will carry electricity. And do you know where you're going to have these wires put?'
'No! That's inhuman! You can't!'
She did.
One of the wires looped around his balls. She held it down with a piece of electrical tape. Then she shoved
