CHAPTER FOUR
Amy never in her life felt pain the equal of that she experienced when Glen strapped her tender tits and belly. She had cum twice while Barry fucked his hard cock into her swampy cunt. Now she was lying on her side, trying to recover from her ordeal. Both guys had cunt twice now surely they would be finished with her. Surely they were going to let her go now.
At least, they were giving her a moment of peace. After Barry had shot his steaming cum up into her soggy pussy, he'd make her lick his cock and balls clean. Then be and Glen had both left the room. She had thought of calling out to them, begging them to untie her. But Glen had still been holding the strap that had marked her body, and she was afraid of attracting the attention of that awful length of leather.
So now she was lying on her side with her arms still bound cruelly behind her back. Her cunt and asshole and mouth were all filmed with the filthy jim her cousin and his friend had spilled. Her lips and thighs and ass and checks were all stained with the overflow of their bubbling cum. Her arms were almost numb from the pain now, but her shoulders ached terribly from the harsh way they were pinned back. Every time she tried to shift her position to take some of the pressure off them, the wounds of her terrible lashing sent waves of pain snaking through her.
Amy cried bitterly. Her whole world was filled with pain and degradation. She'd been tied and beaten and fucked, forced to suck a man's ass and fucked up her own ass. And she had cum she'd been betrayed by her own body.
And she would be Glen's slave forever. As long as he had those videotapes, he could make her do anything her wanted. Even after she was married, he could make her submit to terrible fuck sessions like this. Those tapes made hers into his plaything, his sexual toy. Those tapes made Glen her master, and she his slave.
Amy was still crying when Glen and Barry came back into the room. Each of them carried a small bag.
"Are you going to let me go now?" she managed to ask at last. She turned her tear stained face up toward her cousin, hardly able to meet his
mocking, superior gaze. "You've both fucked me, hurt me, and you know I can't tell on you."
"Let you go?" Glen waved his long, limp cock at her face. "Does the stuck up, ass sucking whore think it's time we let her go?"
"Why not?" Amy cried, shutting her eyes tightly. Her body quaked with fear and tension as she realized her ordeal was just beginning. "Oh please, why not?"
Glen leaned down and began to untie her arms. The first ropes he unfastened were at Amy's elbows, and when he first unknotted them Amy's arms stayed together. Her body was so cramped that she couldn't even pull her elbows apart. When he untied her wrists, it took her almost a minute to bring her arms back in front of her, they were so numbed. She knew that she'd be in agony when feeling began to return to her arms, and she could tell by the amused looks on Glen's and Barry's faces that they knew it, too. It was just another pan of the cruel game they were playing with her.
"Why not?" Glen echoed, rolling Amy over onto her back. He started running his hand over the silky black haired mound of her cunt. "Because you gave me shit from the time we were kids, strutting your hot little body around me in the slinkiest outfits you could find, always rubbing yourself against me and showing me your legs and ass and tits when no one was looking. Because all you ever talked to me about was sex, and because you used to stick your hand in my pants pocket to get money and rub my cock for a minute before you pulled any out. You tortured me for years, bitch, when I was too dumb to keep you from getting away with it. This is just your payback."
"No, you've got it all wrong, Glen!" Amy cried desperately. "I only dressed and acted that way because I thought you wouldn't like me if I didn't."
"Well, prick tease, you got your wish." Glen grinned, his cock growing longer and harder with each passing instant. "I like you a lot. I like you so fucking much that I might just decide to keep you around for good. We've got a lot of years of fucking and stuff to catch up on."
Glen pulled a metal bar from his bag, a curious device that had cuffs on either end before Amy could protest, he shut the cuffs tightly around her thighs just above her knees. Then he pulled out a half dozen of her cunt hairs and laughed while she screamed in anguish. Amy's body came back to life as he snatched her cunt hair out, her hips jerking wildly and her tits
heaving with each thrash of her body. Then Glen quit his torture and Amy grew quiet once more, gasping for air and watching both men with wide, frightened eyes.
Both Glen and Barry pulled the same thing from their bags this time, and Amy wanted cry for mercy, wanted to die immediately and be spared what she knew was coming.
Both guys pulled out small electric prods, the kind police used. Amy understood clearly that they were going to use them on her.
"Nooooo!" she screamed as the two men circled her prone body and switched on their terrible weapons. "Please, Glen! I'll do anything you want, forever. I'll be your slave. I'll be good. Oh please, Glen! Nooooooo!"
"You know, cousin, there is one thing that might keep us from wasting your tight whore's ass with these suckers," Glen growled. He stood over Amy, straddling her belly, and held the buzzing stick inches from her rounded tits. "And that's if you can get away from us. Five minutes, slut. Just like tag. You run. When we catch you, you get tagged. We'll give you five minute's head start."
Amy shook her head, refusing to believe this. To be fucked, even up the ass by a cock as big as Glen's, was one thing. This was simply inhuman, killing torture.
"You looking at your watch?" Glen asked Barry. "Yep," Barry replied, grinning broadly.
"Then start counting five minutes now and back up clear across the room," Glen told him, and then he bent down over Amy. "Rules are that you don't try to leave this room, baby, and that you try the best you can to keep away from us. Good luck, Amy. I'm going to give you a little taste of this now, just so you'll know what you're dealing with. Give you a reason to try hard, you know?"
"Please, nooo!" Amy screamed as Glen dipped the electric prod down onto the slope of her right tit. This was the end. Amy didn't believe that her control over men had vanished so completely that now she'd become to slave, to be fucked and abused and tortured so terribly. "You'll kill me!"
The first thing she felt was a burning in her until it was as though someone had dumped liquid fire onto her tit. But before she had the moment she needed to try to squirm away from the source of her pain, her whole body began to jolt with the terrible wave of electricity. It was as though someone was pulling every muscle in her body at once. Each
different part of her was being shaken individually, jerked in different directions. Amy felt her body being ripped to shreds. She was certain she was going to die. She wished she would.
And then it was gone. Amy's body quaked a few more times, then she slumped weakly against the carpet. There was still a buzz of pain coursing through her, and her tit still burned where he had touched her with the electric prod, but she was alive.
Glen leaned over her and kissed her gently, levering her lips open with his tongue and then rubbing his lips tenderly against hers.
"Hurt you bad?" he asked when he straightened again, a smile tracing his lips.
Amy whimpered. "Please stop now. I'll be a good girl. I'll let you fuck me anyway you want to."
"We can do that already," Barry said, swishing his cock through the air like a sword. "We want to hurt your slutty ass a little too, to spice things up."
"You better start trying to get away," Glen said menacingly. "You're going to get that hot, tight ass tagged enough as it is. And if you don't start moving, you might get fried for real."
Amy pulled herself painfully to her feet. It was hard to do with her legs hobbled and her arms still weak from the time they'd been in bandage. Glen and Barry backed up to the other side of the room, their electric prods buzzing, their cocks getting bigger and harder with each passing moment. Amy wondered if there might not be a way far her to escape this terror. If she could make it past them through the living room and dining room then maybe, just maybe, the back door in the kitchen would be her ticket out of this horror.
All she'd have to do then would be circle around to her car and drive home. Amy didn't think Glen would risk a scene out in front of his house.
"Well, cock tease," Glen husked, looking over his cousin's naked, beautiful body. "Don't just stand there dripping jism. Get your ass in gear before you get it burnt off."
It was now or never. Glen and Barry began to stalk casually toward her. There was a clear space between them and the dining room. If she could only move fast enough with her legs hobbled and her balance so uncertain. She jumped and ran with short, mincing steps past the two men.
"Look at the cock sucker run," Barry said. Amy heard the steps behind her and she tried to move faster.
"That bar between her legs makes her ass shake like hell. I didn't think she had the life left in her."
Amy reached the doorway to the dining room with Glen and Barry still well behind her. They weren't taking this chase seriously, and for the first time Amy felt a real flash of hope that she could escape them. She was going to make it, she thought, and even if someone saw her outside, naked and with a bar cuffing her legs together, so what. Getting away was all that mattered.
"Dumb bitch thinks she going to get out the back way!" Glen shouted suddenly. "Amy, you stupid fucking whore!"
Amy could feel them bearing down on her now, as she reached the table in the middle of the dining room. The bar between her legs was making her go much too slow. She could only take tiny steps, and it was so hard to keep her balance. She tried to put on an extra burst of speed, ignoring the pain that flared from her exhausted, abused body, but she realized with a sick feeling that she wasn't going to make it.
"Got her!" Glen shouted in joy as he slammed the tip of his electric prod against the check of Amy's quivering ass. "Tagged the scummy bitch!"
"Nooooo!" Amy screamed, her voice quavering in pain and tenor. Her right leg went numb as the prod buzzed against her ass, her body shaking as electricity buzzed through her nervous system. "Stop! Oh stop, oh stop, oh please!"
She twisted around as her right leg went dead beneath her, throwing out her arms to try to grab a nearby chair for support. As her hands gripped the back of the chair, Barry reached her and drove his electric prod home.
This time, the prod touched her right shoulder, and the pain that flared through Amy caused her to fall, her arms flailing. The chair she had grabbed toppled over on top of her. Pain exploded through her left leg this time as she landed hard on the floor.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, trying to wriggle on her back away from Barry. She felt dazed, barely conscious. Were Glen and Barry planning on killing her like this, shocking her to death while she squirmed helplessly and pleaded for mercy? "Fuuuuck meee! Please fuck me!"
"We will," Barry answered, grinning evilly. "With these."
Amy kicked out at him weakly with her left foot, the kick impotent because of the metal hobble and the numbness of her leg. Barry stepped out of its path easily, then brought his shock stick down against the sole of her foot. Amy's slim, sexy body began to jerk spastically, a cold sweat breaking out on her olive skin. Barry pushed the prod harder against her foot, driving waves of agony through her tortured frame.
"Look at her jiggle!" Barry exclaimed. "That sexy little body's really dancing now!"
Barry finally pulled the shock stick away from Amy's foot. Her left leg hit the floor with a thud, so much dead weight. She stared up at the two men with glazed, glassy eyes, barely able to make them out. Her body was still quivering with the after effects of the last shock, but she wasn't even aware of the sexy squirming her body was doing against the hard floor.
"Aren't you going to run anymore?" Glen asked. He reached down with his free hand and twisted the metal band between her thighs. The pole of metal lengthened as he did, spreading Amy's legs wider apart. "You know, this isn't much fun if you just lay there like the sorry cunt you are. You're not hurt that bad, bitch not yet, anyway."
"Please!" Amy sniveled, finding it hard to form words. Even her mouth felt numb. "No more, no more! Whip me, please! Whip me, please!"
"I'm going to fuck you with this," Glen said simply, holding the sizzling prod inches away from Amy's sweat streaked face. "Unless you start moving your ass right now."
Slowly, painfully, Amy turned over onto her stomach and tried to pull herself to her feet. She cried out in fear and frustration when her arms weakened and she fell back on her face. Her legs just wouldn't work. All she had left to pull herself with were her arms, and they still hurt so bad from the way they'd been pulled behind her back. Still, she tried to squirm forward across the floor, away from her cousin and his friend.
They didn't follow her at first, but Amy knew that they could catch her anytime they wanted now. They were only holding back because they wanted to see her wriggling along the floor like come kind of helpless, injured animal. She was grimy with sweat, and every inch that she scrabbled forward felt like the last she'd ever move. Amy almost wished they'd move in and finish her.
"Hey, I think the mangy cunt's leaking again," Barry said, leaning down to get a better look at Amy's ass. "I think she's getting off on this."
"Well, you know how these prick teasing whores are," Glen said, sending a kick into Amy's rounded ass cheeks that crumpled her into a gasping, crying heap. "When you start giving it to them, they have to go the whole trip."
"No!" Amy cried. With a sudden act of will she'd never have believed she possessed, she forced herself to her feet. Pain flared through her from a million different directions. "I don't deserve this and I don't want it! I don't!"
But Barry was right her cunt was juicing again. As Amy ran limping back toward the living room, she felt her cunt tighten with excitement. Her cousin and his friend were torturing her to death, she thought miserably, and she was about to have an orgasm.
Amy hobbled forward, finding it even harder now that the bar between her legs had been lengthened. She didn't fool herself this time with thoughts of escape. They were going to catch her, and when they did they were going to abuse her with the shock sticks again.
She reached the front door, sensing someone right behind her, and grabbed hold of the doorknob. If she could throw the door open and scream, someone might see her and come to her aid. Amy didn't care anymore if the whole world found out what had happened, if her marriage was ruined. She just wanted to escape from the agony and bondage her cousin was forcing on her, and from the depraved pleasure that somehow came with it.
Glen was right behind her, but instead of pouncing on her he went down to his knees, and Amy wondered what he was trying to do. When she saw what he had in mind she tried to scream, but she didn't have time before the worst pain she'd felt in her young life tore through her aching, exhausted body.
"Bang, bitch!" Glen shouted. "You're dead!"
He drove his electric prod straight up between Amy's outspread, quivering legs and planted the tip firmly against the lips of her cunt.
Amy screamed loud and long, her body going into violent spasms as electricity coursed through her. She quaked uncontrollably, unable to pull her hands off the metal doorknob.
Amy danced wildly as Glen drove the electric prod higher and higher into her, new sweat gleaming like oil on her lithe, shuddering body. Her pussy was ablaze. The burning agony was almost enough to make Amy pass out. The high charge of electricity caused her to do a wild, spastic
dance of agony. She felt her pussy lips clamp tightly about the tip of the prod.
"Now she's getting it," Glen said tensely. He was sweating too, his cock standing out from his body like a spear. He'd never been this turned on in his life. "Now the scummy little bitch is getting just what she deserves."
Amy heard her cousin's words, but she couldn't react to them. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her long black hair splashing back to drape over the man who was causing her this agony. Her mouth hung limply open and drool was sliding out of it to wet her cheeks and chin. Her teeth clicked together constantly with the continuous shocks. She'd already bitten her tongue several times.
"Fuck the slut with it!" Barry whispered. "Fuck her stinking cunt to pieces with it."
"She'll just get off," Glen replied, driving another agonizing inch of the shock stick into her twitching pussy. "She's already creaming all over the fucker. She'll probably short it out."
The electric prod was even bigger around than Glen's cock. It was causing her pussy lips to stretch wide and her flat tummy to bulge as he rammed it farther inside her. Amy had thought that her cunt would go numb from so much pain, but instead the agony was growing worse with each passing second. Glen was driving the killing electricity into new, more sensitive areas of her pussy, spots deeper and deeper inside her cunt.
"Here, bitch," Barry said, bringing his shock stick up toward her face. "Do a double on these babies."
Barry pressed his electric prod right against Amy's lips, and she screamed again as new pain flared through her. Her head began to pound. Her whole body was vibrating now, shimmying like an overworked engine. Amy's mind went blank as the white flare of electricity smashed through her body from another direction. And then the prod in her pussy touched her clit and Amy went completely insane.
"Shit!" Barry said, forcing a couple of inches of his shock stick into Amy's limply open mouth. "Look at the bitch wiggle! Look at the scummy little bitch get into it!"
"Skuzzy cunt," Glen replied, working the awful prod in circles inside Amy's spasming cunt. "That's the way she should always be moving. Shaking those tits and that all like this."
Amy was having a fit under the torture the two men were giving her. Her body was convulsing completely out of control. Her mouth was drooling spit and her pussy was spilling fuck juice, but she was beyond orgasms now. The electric prods had pushed her past that, had completely unhinged both her mind and body.
"Oh she's blasting, she really is!" Barry pulled his prod from her mouth and jabbed it into her firm bouncing tits. "She's fucking cumming like she never came before."
Glen jerked his stick from her wringing pussy, and Amy's hands fell from the doorknob. She fell back over the top of her cousin, still in a paroxysm of agony and lust. She dropped head first on the floor, her thighs still spread wide by the bar that bound her legs.
Barry and Glen watched Amy, laughed at her, as she squirmed on the carpet before them. Her long, black hair was standing out on end. Every inch of her slender, satiny body was jerking out of control.
Amy heard their laughter, heard the names they called her, but it was as if from a million miles away. Driven past the limit of what any woman could endure, the tortured girl passed out.