Debby looked down and felt a shiver of horror race up and down her spine. The jaws of the pliers looked like the narrow mouth of some savage animal. Eyen before the jagged edges of the jaws closed in around her nipple, she knew the pain was going to explode with unbelievable power.
'I'll go faster!' she shrieked, feeling the metal slowly eat into the rubbery texture of her nipple. 'God, just give me a chance, I promise I'll… Godddddddd!'
The pain that shot into her body was even more terrible than she had imagined. The pain burned into her body like boiling acid. Her scream soon turned into a silent shriek of the damned.
'Oh, that's it, baby, move it like that,' Greg laughed, feeling her bounce around in agony. 'That's how I like my cock worked on.'
Debby didn't care if she tore her legs from, her body. Anything to keep him from doing that thing with the pliers. She pulled, tugged, thrashed about wildly, and sucking on his cock with her tightly flexed cunt muscles until they burned with exhaustion.
'Hey, now you've got it,' Greg laughed, thoroughly enjoying her misery. 'Just a little faster, OK?'
Debby gave it her all, using every ounce of strength she could muster. Soon her entire body was exhausted, but she knew she had to go on. Already he was sliding the horrible pliers over toward her other tit.
'I'm doing it, OK?' she said, her eyes glassy with fear. 'Don't hurt me again please?'
'I might consider it,' Greg said. 'But I want to hear you say how much you like it. You know, tell me how big my cock is and how you just can't wait to crawl around and eat on my ass and suck me off and stuff.'
'I love your cock,' Debby began, spitting the words out like bullets, her gaze on the pliers as they played at the nipple of her left tit. 'I want to suck you and crawl around and lick your ass and, Jesus, don't, and I'll suck your cum, and, God, Greg, don't…'
A hot explosion of pain shot into her chest, causing her to flinch, then buck. Her words trailed off to a raspy grunt, making her throat raw.
'You gotta dolt with feeling, sweets. I gotta know you like it. You can't just repeat the words. Feeling, slut,' Greg laughed. 'Now try again.'
'Jesus, dear Jesus,' Debby moaned, hoping desperately to satisfy his sadistic desires. 'I want to lick out your asshole, you big bastard. I want to crawl around and suck your cock and cum, and fuck me, God, fuck me hard right now.'
To her enormous relief, Greg dropped the pliers. She then moaned loudly and snapped her head back, wondering if it was almost over. Her body was sticky and glistening with sweat, every cell on fire with agony.
'Keep moving, whore,' Greg said. 'Or do you want the pliers again?'
Debby again used every ounce of her remaining strength to please him. She knew she must have been doing a pretty good job, for his cock was so rigid that his prick felt like steel inside her pussy. His thick cockhead was already throbbing, ready to burst with a fresh load of cum.
'Here,' Greg said, lifting his right foot and slightly bending his knee. 'Suck on my toes while you fuck me, baby. Wash 'em up good, too.'
Without even considering the caked dirt on his toes, Debby gobbled his toes into her mouth and began washing them hungrily with her darting tongue. Then, when she'd done a thorough job on them, he pushed his other foot into her face. She licked it clean, too.
'Ahhhh, that's so good, sweet bitch,' Greg said, placing his hands on her hips. 'And now that you've been such a good little girl, I'm gonna give you a hot load of cum.'
With the last few words, Debby felt his cockshaft jerk, then explode with savage warmth. The man's cum boiled upward with such force that she felt as if his cum might even eat through her flesh.
'Ohhhhhhh!' she cried, feeling the pain subside. His cum let his cock fuck in and out more easily, almost pleasurably. Although she didn't have a climax, the relief from pain was almost as nice. She moaned again and went limp, her legs pulling hard on the ropes to her sides.
'Unh, keep shaking it, bitch,' Greg commanded, jerking her ass down hard. 'Still a little more up here.'
At last, he fucked in the remaining cum, then fell back, his chest heaving with satisfaction. His hands slowly fell away from her hips and rested on the sheets.
With no pliers on her tits and his cock slowly growing soft, Debby felt a wave of pleasure herself. It was over, thank God. Finally over. She wouldn't ever be able to do that again, she was certain.
It had to be over!
'I'm a little fucked out,' Greg said, slipping from under her body and sitting cross legged behind her. 'You still want some more cock? I could call one of the guys in here.'
'No,' Debby whispered, her throat raw from screaming. 'I'd just like to leave.'
'Hell, baby, I got all kinds of tricks planned for the weekend.' Greg laughed. 'You're gonna have to stick around.'
'Why are you doing this to me?' Debby asked, feeling tears of anguish sting her cheeks.
'You know, chick,' Greg said, an edge of steel in his tone, 'the whole time I was in the joint, I'd lay awake at night and think of the things I was gonna do to you. At first, I thought I'd just beat the shit out of you. And then I got to thinking. No, I'll just make her pay real slow. I got this weekend planned like a fucking rocket launching.'
'Oh, God, help me,' Debby prayed softly. 'I can't take anymore. I'll die, I know I will.'
'OK, whore, let's get those ropes off you,' Greg said, reaching for her wrists.
She was almost certain that if he untied her, he would only tie her up again, probably do something even more horrible, if that were possible.
'On the floor,' Greg said, pushing her roughly off the bed. 'On your fucking all fours, bitch!'
Again he placed the rope on her body. This time, however, he made a noose and slipped it around her neck. He pulled it tight enough to cause a burning pain in her throat, but not tight enough to cut off her air or cut into her flesh.
'What… now?' she asked, choking, her eyes filled with tears.
'You're gonna trot alongside me, baby,' Greg said, kicking her on the ass, 'because you're my pet pig. And when I say, 'here, piggy', you're gonna squeal just like a pig.'
'Squeal?' Debby cried.
'Hell, oink, I don't care. Do whatever pigs do, that's all.' Greg laughed. 'Now, let's go, piggy. I want to show you off to my buddies.'
Debby couldn't imagine being more humiliated and degraded. To be led around in front of his friends and made to squeal like a pig! She wouldn't do it! She would rather die first!
'I won't,' she said, her voice a whisper. 'I can't!'
'Let's see if you won't or can't,' Greg said, reaching for the pliers.
He reached down and pinched the jaws of the instrument into the tender flesh of her shitter.
'Hey, baby, you can do it,' he laughed, hearing the high-pitched squeal.
'I'll do it, Goddammit, I'll do it!' Debby cried, feeling her insides explode with agony.
'OK, then let's go, little piggy,' Greg said, pulling the rope. 'Now let's hear you oink once more for me, sort of like a practice oink.' Debby somehow managed to snort like what she thought a pig would which was met with loud laughter. She was then pulled from the room and down the hall.
'Hey guys, look what I got here,' Greg called. 'Look at my pet piggy. Oink for them, little piggy.'
Although Debby's mind burst with humiliation and shame, she snorted like a pig. Again her sound was met with laughter. She was commanded to repeat the sound and did.
'Hey, is that all your pig, or is she anybody's pig?' the blond man on the couch said, his mouth wide with a grin.
'Hell, I don't know. You like her?' Greg said.
'Yeah, I could use some strange stuff,' the blond man said. 'Can I have her?'
'You like the big man, little piggy?' Greg said, leaning down and smiling in Debby's face.
Debby was too humiliated, too ashamed even to speak. How could he do this awful thing to her? She felt cheap and dirty and used.
'She's a little shy,' Greg said, 'but if you know how to treat her, she fucks like a bandit.'
'Well, let me at her,' the blond man said, taking the rope from Greg's hand. 'I think I'll have myself a tasty piece of ham.'
