the poker change to a glowing red.
'I don't need a reason,' he answered, examining the poker with interest. 'You're just around. You dig this kinda thing. That's all the reason I need, bitch.' He glanced quickly at her, then moved his attention back to the iron rod.
Patty whimpered. Jack started to pace, waiting for the iron to heat to his satisfaction. He cracked his knuckles, saying something to Bobby, making him laugh, then moving back to the stove and checking out the poker.
'Yeah,' he hissed.
Patty tensed, staring at the young man as he drew the shaft out of the flame.
'Oh no,' she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball, unable to hide her pussy.
'You don't like this… this cock, baby?' he said, laughing.
'Please, I'll do anything, anything,' she begged, her head shuddering.
Spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits drew up, the tips stiff, glowing. Spasms in her belly erupted. The spasms passed across her thighs, showering like sparks down into her cunt. It was such an odd, delicious feeling being tied up like this, waiting for these men to hurt her! She tugged again at the ropes, chafing more of her flesh while her cunt spilled out more hot, thick cuntal oil.
'Yeah, you bet you will,' Jack answered, spitting on the rod.
Patty screamed when she heard his saliva crackling as it evaporated on the glowing tip.
'Yeah, you want this bad,' lack said. He was observing her closely, watching her cunt juice wetting down her flexing, tensing thighs. He could smell the pungent oil as it flowed out of her.
'No, no!' she protested.
But it wasp a weak denial. Jack was moving the rod closer to her.
'No! No! Oh my Jesus, no!' she cried out, her eyes widening with terror and excitement. Her toes fanned out until they cramped. The spasms in her chest and belly and pussy became worse. The sight of his rod filled her eyes, burned into her brain forever. She was breathing with a wheezing, raspy sound. Patty felt dizzy, faint.
Jack lowered the iron without another word. He bobbed it an inch or so above her flesh, watching the girl's reaction to the sudden, increase in heat.
Patty twisted, then stopped, afraid to make another move. She jerked her head up, her mouth a tight scar, her eyes wider than ever as she focused on that horrible instrument of pain. He was moving it down, down toward her belly. Sweat broke out on her white shivering flesh, dripping off her in rivulets, wetting down the wood. Patty screamed, every nerve ending alive.
'Ahhhhhhh!'
The hot iron glowed a dark red path between her thighs, still not touching her flesh. Jack had dropped it lower, watching it singe the fine hairs covering her body. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her cheeks as she started moving her lips in a silent prayer.
He had dropped it almost to her flesh now! Patty couldn't watch this destruction another second. She fell back to the table, staring like a dead woman at the ceiling of the cabin, Jack was moving the rod closer and closer to her pussy. Gradually, slowly, he was centering it over her swampy hole.
'Ahhheeeeeee!'
Her blonde pussy hairs were smoldering. The stench of the burned hair and dried cuntjuice was nauseating.
Jack's hand shook, the large rod bobbing in his fingers. His hard-on tightened in his Levi's. Bobby looked, reaching down and fingering his own stiff dick through his pants.
'Oh, oh! Ohhhhh! God, no, don't do anything like that. Don't burn me like this. Please, don't!'
She could hardly speak any longer. But she could see Jack was caught up in his own perversion. He was excited, thrilled with the way she was reacting to his approaches. Yes, he was going to hurt her, burn her cunt! It was impossible for her to stop this awful act. Tensing her body, clenching her fingers into two tight fists, she tried to ready herself for the blinding pain she was sure to follow.
'Take it, bitch!'
The words burned into her mind. She clenched her teeth tightly together. Patty tried to inch away, but the ropes held tight. The heat grew more intense, baking her crotch, burning into her convulsing hole without ever touching her flesh.
'Noooooo!'
The inferno curled into her cunt, passing through like a giant fist. 'Ahhhhhhhhhh!'
Patty jerked her head up. She was twitching, writhing, jerking on the table, incredibly aroused by this thing that could kill her. Looking up at Jack, again, she saw he was smiling, pleased with her exhibition! She was nothing more than a freak show, something to amuse these young men for the moment.
'Noooooooo!'
Even as she screamed and pleaded for them to stop. She wanted all this to end. And yet her body was begging for more, pleading for more pain, for more stimulation. She wondered if that hot, hard rod would bring her more delight.
'You love it,' Jack spat out. 'You love it, you little bitch. Just like you dig anything that hurts.'
'Yes!' she shouted. 'Yes yes, you son of a bitch!'
Jack drew back the rod, the sudden withdrawal of heat stunning her into silence. She quivered.
Jack swung the rod around, cutting the air with that thing.
'When I'm finished with you, you won't be able to think about nothin' else 'cept fucking and fuckin' around with this thing.'
He slid the poker back into the fire, impatiently waiting for it to heat up. Bobby moved up to the girl, sliding his fingers up and down her belly, moving them down to her pussy. She clenched her buttocks together, hunching up her pussy, wanting him to hurt her, pinch her clit, do anything to ease the pressure building up in her like a dam.
'Ahhhhhhhh!'
Bobby was touching her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger like a pea. The girl screamed again, pissing on herself from the excitement.
'Shit! She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna shit in a sec,' Bobby observed as his buddy drew the poker out of the fire and examined the glowing rod again.
Patty looked up once more. But this time most of her fear was lost in her horrible excitement. Yes, yes, she wanted that poker touching her, burning her, making love to her! Something wild had exploded in her mind. She was a masochist, something that she'd read about in school and had only vaguely understood. Oh Lord, she was one of those sick women.
'No! No!' she cried, more to herself than to the men standing around her.
'Yeah, baby, yeah,' Jack countered.
He held the poker tightly in one hand, scratching his balls and cock with the other. Jack dropped it again, watching as the red-hot bar moved closer and closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle the first few curly hairs on her cuntlips burned. She arched her back again. Patty let put a strangled cry, fighting back a scream.
'Unghhhhhh!'
The pain was horrible. He touched her legs now once or twice, burning her flesh, watching her tremble and twitch at the touch. Patty felt her tears flowing out, running down her cheeks.
'Stop!'
And yet. Patty went wild. She twitched so hard the table squeaked several inches on the floor. She was a mass of quivering flesh, a woman gone mad with pain and arousal.
'Fuck it. She's gonna cum again if I keep touchin' her with this,' Jack said, flinging the rod away with a clatter.
Patty calmed down somewhat, still groaning, still wanting the maximum in arousal.
'Untie her. Let's finish her off together.' Jack suggested.
Without a word Bobby did as he was told, loosening the ropes holding her arms and legs. The men got on either side of her. Jack kissed her mouth savagely, driving his tongue in and nearly choking her with it. Bobby crouched between her thighs. His cock was out, large, red-capped, ready to go. He leaned close, fitting his dickhead into the puckered, slick folds of her cunt.
