young woman had found herself being jerked under the support beam overhead. Only then did she realize a set of newly polished silver chains hung from the wood, attached to the beam by two half-inch eye screws. At the far end of the chain supports were two leather cuffs of about two inches in length, a square silver buckle sewn to them. With little coaxing, he forced the terrified woman to raise her hands and slip her wrists into those cuffs, buckling them tightly, then adjusting the overhead chains until Janice's toes swung at least three inches from the floor.
'Ohhhhh,' she gasped.
How her muscles and tendons stretched, pulled taut by the weight of her own twisting body! She let her head fall back, feeling the ticklish sweep of her long blonde hair over her ass as the muscles in her shoulders pulled and ached. Fanning her toes, Janice looked around and saw Hank still examining that rope.
'I been shoppin' around these past few days… down in West Hollywood, at a place called the Pleasure Chest,' he began, his voice low, steady. Glancing up at the hanging blonde, he smiled in a strange way, a way that made Janice shiver. 'You'd be amazed at all the shit they got down there… all kinds of things you'd dig, I think.'
'No, no,' Janice whispered, denying more to herself than to Hank.
'Maybe not,' he said, shrugging, then straightening the rope. 'But I sure found a lotta stuff… and I'm gonna try it out on you, baby.'
'You don't know what you're saying,' she gasped, eyeing him with growing fear.
Hank only laughed, tossing the rope to the ground, then walking over to a series of brown paper bags lined up against his workbench. Janice followed him with a fear-stricken gaze, watching as he dived into one bag, then pulled out what appeared to be clothespins. They were metal clamps of some sort, clamps with wire attachments dangling from one end.
'This little gem… well, you'll find out,' he said, his eyes narrowing as he approached the hanging woman.
'No, no, don't…'
Janice screamed, snapping her head back, curling her fingers until her nails dug into her palms. Tiny shocks of pain coursed over her flesh while she bent her knees and kicked out against Hank, the movement making her body swing violently in the clattering chains, stretching her aching shoulder muscles even more.
The woman let out another scream. Oh, God, what was he thinking of doing to her nipples? There was a sudden shock of pain, a feeling as if he had pierced one with a scalpel! Letting her head roll forward, Janice saw that Hank had clamped one of those awful things on her right nipple. The saw-toothed clamp was biting into her sensitive flesh, nearly breaking the skin as it hung there. Gritting her teeth together, letting a low groan escape from her throat, Janice watched as Hank took the other clamp and did the same thing.
'Oooowwwwwww!' the blonde screamed, her body snapping and writhing like a pinned serpent while her legs shot out in either direction. Her tits jiggled heavily against her chest as more and more choked cries escaped from her lips. The pain shot into her brain, knifing deep in her skull. And those clamps, the teeth, how they bit into her nipples. Janice was certain that they were drawing blood! She thought of herself as being martyred here in the garage, crucified on Hank Harrington's sadistic perversions! The chains rattled maddeningly around her as she twisted again, something popping in her shoulders from the bobbing, jerking motions.
'Hmmmmm…'
Hank was humming some country and western tune as he fished around in the bags once more, coming up with several lengths of red and blue wire. These he twisted around the leads coming from the clamps, letting them fall against Janice's sides. The woman stopped her moaning, becoming more and more used to the stinging pain around her nipples. What was he doing? Why was he attaching the wires to the clamps biting down so painfully on her nipples?
Then he pulled something else out of the bag. It was long, silvery and round. A dildo! It had to be at least twelve inches long, much longer and fatter than the cock he had dangling from his legs.
'Nice little gem, huh? The guy said this kinda thing drives women nuts once it gets goin'. It makes 'em all soft and wet inside,' Hank commented, studying the dildo, then he looked up with some amusement in his eyes at the terrified, wired blonde in front of him.
'Wh… what are you going to do with that thing?' Janice stammered, instinctively closing her legs together protectively.
'Don't worry. It ain't gonna go up your cunt, though you might wish it had.'
Moving over to the workbench, Hank opened a dirty can of axle grease, slicked down the dildo, then moved up behind the woman and began spreading her asscheeks with one hand.
'Oh no, no, noooooo!'
She knew immediately what he was going to do and struggled with every inch of her will to escape it. Tensing her muscles, Janice threw her hips in one direction, then the other. Her eyes were wide with terror, her nostrils flaring while horrified sobs and screams escaped from her lips. She kicked and howled while Hank patiently waited, then, slapped her, finally cuffing the back of her head and knocking her senseless for a moment or two. That was all he needed. Janice groaned, her head having fallen forward. Yes, he was doing it, fucking her ass, shoving that metal, thing into her asshole. She groaned, feeling as if she were going to heave if he pushed any more of that dildo in her ass! Shoving back with her ass, the woman felt a growing, aching pain radiate out from the base of her spine to all parts of her body.
'Yagggghghhhhh!' she screamed at the sensation.
The grease helped some as Hank twisted four inches of that awful thing in her shitter before backing away. Oh, it was like having her body torn in two! Tears of shame and pain rushed down her flushed cheeks. This was horrible, awful. Nothing like it in the world had ever happened to her before!
'Now for something to make that all worth while,' Hank said.
More wire, more attachments. She was starting to feel like one of those victims in a science fiction movie. Hank was screwing more wire, this time onto a hook at the base of the dildo. Then he was back to the bags, back to the clamps, fishing them out, and now moving up toward her cuntlips.
'No, oh, no, don't… not there, don't scar me there!' Janice cried, her eyes rounded with terror as she watched Hank open one of those clamps and move up toward her pussy. She jerked her thighs back shyly, folding one leg over the other and nearly pissing on herself from the rising excitement and horror.
'Come on, baby, it's gonna be one of the best feelings you ever had in your whole life,' Hank said mockingly, reaching forward and curling his fist into her pussy hairs. He laughed one more time, then pulled out a handful of her blonde curls with one yank.
'Yaggghghhhhh!' the woman shrieked, her head snapping back while the pain shot through her like a thousand firecrackers exploding between her legs! Needles of incredible pain pricked every nerve ending in her pussy as the big stud snatched yet another fistful of her cunthairs. The big muscles in her ass and thighs cramped as the chains rattled around her head.
'Gonna be better now? Ain't gonna gimme any lip?'
'Ohhhhhhh, please, please.'
Janice could say no more. She sobbed quietly, the big, hot tears rolling from her eyes and off her chin as she hung there like a slab of beef. Her nipples were blushing darkly, actually thickening and stiffening under the cruel bite of those clamps. He let her get used to the damps and dildo for a moment before opening a third clamp, then sliding it up over one cuntlip. The woman cringed, a hissing, shuddering breath escaping from her lips. She tensed, the cords sticking out from her neck while her fingers began tightening around the clanking chains. She could feel it, feel the metal rubbing against the wet warmth of her right cuntlip! No, he wouldn't, he couldn't touch her there, clamp that awful thing on her pussy the way he had clamped her tits!
But Hank did. Opening the small clamp all the way, he twisted it around, letting the tiny teeth snap shut slowly on her swelling right cuntlip. Moving quickly, the big stud did the same thing with a second clamp, letting it bite down into the warm, fleshy fold of her left cuntlip. Then there were more wires attached to more clamps until Hank declared he was through.
'Ohhhhh,' she moaned.
'Like the Bride of Frankenstein… or somethin' like that,' he muttered, admiring his handiwork.
Janice's body swung slowly from side to side, twisting in the drafts while the wires hung down at her sides. What was he going to attach them to? Was he going to attach them to anything, or was this just a ploy, something to terrify her with?
