fought to find some position that wouldn't hurt her so much. But the sagging weight of her body was too great. She cried out, her long blonde hair hanging down while her muscles knotted and cramped.
'Glad we built this Goddamned thing. Poor baby, looks like she don't like havin' her body this way, man,' Ed said, rubbing his chin with one hand. 'I was buyin' some shit for the Fourth of July. Let's say we celebrate it a little early… and give this broad some relief. Bet we can make 'er snap up in no time.'
Ed struck the frame hard with his fist, making it shudder, making her body sway in those awful bonds and hurting her spine even more.
Christine groaned, her wrists twisting in the leather. Too afraid to look up, she sagged there in her bonds, waiting for yet another scene of torment.
Ed rushed up the stairs. Overhead she could hear the floor squeaking with his weight, could hear Brad's labored breathing next to her. He was becoming aroused once more.
Christine prayed this would all end. Then the stairs squeaked. Once more she took deep calming breaths as Ed thudded down the wooden basement stairs with something in his hand.
'Matches?'
She watched as Ed fished something from his pocket – two long cylinders covered in red paper. He was bending down to her right now, sliding under her bowed body. She could feel the touch of his hand against her tower belly, then feel it sliding down to her pussy.
'She oughtta get a… bang outta this,' Ed said, his voice muffled by a chuckle.
Then the awful thought that those things might be firecrackers crossed her mind. She trembled, straining as much as she could against those awful leather thongs. Nothing I could prevent the brothers from doing as they pleased.
'No, you'll tear me apart… oh no, no, don't!'
Christine was getting frantic as she realized what was going to happen. This wasn't a mad dream. The frame, the Rudd brothers, the firecrackers were all too real. She could feel Ed inserting them between her swollen cuntlips. It was easy to shove something into her cunt now because of all the lubing juices that had frothed out from her most recent ass-fucking.
'Uhhhhhh…' she groaned.
He twisted them around slowly, purposely shoving the little cylinders all the way in, then pulling them halfway out, moving the firecrackers down toward the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Ed studied the wicks, twisting them tightly together, then pulling out a pack of matches from his shirt pocket.
'No!' Christine gasped.
There was the cracking sound of a lighting match followed by its acrid odor.
Christine winced as she felt the sudden sharp heat of the match near her pussy. Then there was that sound, that horrible crackling sound of those fuses igniting, burning quickly with lightning speed as Ed scurried out from under her.
'Oh no, no, stop it, stop it!'
Her cries were the cries of the damned! Christine bounced and jiggled in her bonds, the frame creaking and groaning under her weight. The fuses were burning short and fast.
Christine cringed and struggled against those steadily burning fuses with a growing horror. Yanking and tugging against her painful bonds, Christine knew there was nothing she could do. Tensing, praying again, she quivered as the heat grew more and more intense.
'Uhhhhhh.'
For a moment the fuses sputtered, making it appear as if the firecrackers wouldn't go off. Christine was about to heave a sigh of relief when the powder ignited and the room was filled with the report of the twin explosions.
'Yaggghghghghhhghhhhh!' she screamed.
Christine felt as if someone had set fire to her body! Her spine straightened, then bowed while her arms and legs pulled at the restraining thongs. Millions of burning needles stabbed at her clit and tits while the smell of burning cunthairs filled her nose. They had set her on fire, burned her as if she were a witch! Her head snapped from side to side, her blonde hair splashing over her face while her body thrashed madly in the restraining frame.
'Eaaagghghghh!' Another screaming, throat-tearing cry, and then everything went blank.
The fires of hell had scalded her. In a moment all was calm as Christine sagged in her bonds.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The woman had no idea how long she had lain there. When she blinked her eyes open and came to, Christine saw they had righted the frame. She was once more in an upright position, her arms still high over her head and spread out, fastened to either end of the inner frame. Sobbing, she dropped her head and looked down, seeing several frazzled cunthairs burned back. There was still some pain from the fire. But nothing permanent in the realm of damage had been done, it seemed. In spite of all the woman could still feel a rutting warmth radiating all over her cunt. The firecrackers, if anything, had increased her sexual arousal!
'What are you going to do? Oh please, let me go from here. Please. I promise I won't say anything,' Christine begged, hoping at least in one part of her mind the brothers wouldn't listen to her. Something perverse was twisting her thoughts, making her relish every bound moment of this horror show. She saw the twisted smiles on their faces and felt another twinge in her cunt. Yes, they were going to hold her there yet a little longer. Ed hadn't satisfied himself yet, and it appeared that Brad had a hard prick he wanted fucked into her cunt again. Christine shuddered – from arousal, not from fear as she hung there, naked and exposed before the brothers.
'Let's hose the bitch down first… gotta clean her off and maybe cool her down. Can't have her burnin' up our dicks,' Ed said.
'Yeah… let's get the garden hose up there,' Brad said, shoving a box to one side and standing up.
Christine watched as Brad stretched one hand up to a high shelf, nearly toppling from the crate as he pulled down a coiled green hose with a large brass nozzle on one end.
'Fuckin' nearly broke my neck on that one,' he said, pushing his hand through his black hair while his younger brother uncoiled the hose.
'Ohhhhh…' Christine groaned.
What were they talking about? She watched with growing interest as Ed unraveled the hose while Brad held the nozzle end, pulling the long green tube over to a double wash basin near the water heater.
'Called those sewer unplugger guys the other month to clean out the drain. Good thing I did,' Brad said, nodding toward a round small drain some five feet in front of the hanging Christine.
'Hose down the pig, then we fuck the shit outta her,' Ed said, reaching over and turning one of the spigots on all the way.
Christine heard the hissing of water filling the hose. A few sputters coughed at the nozzle as Brad directed the end at her. Suddenly a blast of hot water splashed hard against her ribcage. Tensing her muscles, pulling at the cutting thongs, the woman opened her mouth in surprise, only to be rewarded for that error with a throatful of water.
'Yaghghgh… no, no…'
She twisted her head to one side, her blonde hair tangling wetly around her ears and throat while she coughed violently to rid her mouth of the water. The woman struggled to keep free of that awful spray as Brad played it up and down over her body.
'No, oh noooo…' she cried.
It was hot, very, very hot. The steaming jet of water roared and splashed all around her, sometimes missing her body entirely, other times hitting her squarely in the belly like a fist and knocking the wind from her. Brad was moving the stream up and down now, at times hitting her ankles with it, making the inner frame groan and start to tilt back. At that moment her body would bend out and down, pulling hard and painfully against her wrists and making the young woman cry out in agony. Then Brad would direct the stream up at her wrists, righting
