John Friday - Tormented widow in bondage

He went back to the rack and selected a stout metal rod about two feet long. At each end was a manacle sized to fit a Woman's ankle, Benton laughed, securing Vicki’s kicking feet to the end of the rod. Then he pressed a. small button at the middle of the pole and it began to telescope outward, spreading her legs painfully wide.

"Aaagh!" Vicki cried. “It’s splitting my crotch!” "No, my cock is going to do that. You see how long and hard it's gotten from the excitement of restraining you?” "Unnnnngh," she moaned. Rita almost laughed when she saw her daughter's stricken-ed look.

Doc chanted in her ear, "Vicki, Vicki… it rhymes with sticky, and that's what her situation has become.”

Stanhope returned to the rack and selected an odd metal device that looked something like steel jock strap. He locked the waist band around Vicki's writhing body and positioned a curved piece that dipped between her spread legs.

Instead of a pouch to hold a man’s balls, the iron jock was fitted in front of a ring that encircled her pussy slit. ”I liked your cunt a lot better when it was tight, timid and shy. Luckily, I have the means to make your cunt snug as a virgin again.”

He turned a wing nut that tightened the steel ring around her puffed pussy lips, squeezing them until they bulged and appeared to pout.

"Oooh, that hurts!” "So did my cock the first time it plunged into you. And it will again my sweet, I'm going to make you tighter than you were the first time.” "Aaagggh!” "Now to make your proud little titties bulge more like your mother’s beautiful. Big boobs!” He came to the bed carrying what looked like a cupless bra-two steel rings joined with a link of chain. A black leather strap circled her back and secured the device with the rings circling the base of her tits. Benton tightened a pair of wing nuts that clamped the shrinking metal bands around her tits. She cried, chilled by the touch of metal on her tender flesh and pained by the way it made her tits bulge. Tightly crimped at the base, they looked like sprouting mushrooms with taut nipples to crown their domed heads.

"Pleased don’t make it any tighter!" she cried.

Benton laughed and gave the tit-wringers another couple of turns. Vicki began to sob. He stood by the rack and fitted a broad, thick, rubbery band around the base of his throbbing cock. It was studded with pliable spikes that extended in all directions like a spider's legs.

"The band traps blood in my cock and will keep it hard for hours," he told the cringing girl. "And the rubbery prods will delight your pussy. It will feel as though some crawling thing has crept into your cunthole.” "Hungh!" Vicki groaned, her fears mounting.

"You should have known a man who would fuck the young daughter of a woman he planned to marry wouldn't be quite normal," Rita said smugly.

"All we need now is an ass teaser," Benton declared. He took a small dildo about the size of his middle finger off the rack. He greased it with cream from a tube. "This will slide right up your ass. The broad ring at the base will keep it from sinking too deep. But whenever there's pressure put on the exposed end, nubby little, prods pop out all along the shaft. They'll pain your asshole so that you keep your back arched.”

He pushed the slippery ass teaser in to the hilt and pressed the rounded button on the exposed end. The buried shaft sprouted protrusions that ravaged the wringing tight tunnel of Vicki’s ass.

Vicky had never had any thing pushed up her ass before. It made her ass writhe even when the prods were with drawn. She trembled and arched her back, so frightened she could hardly breathe.

"That's how I like to see you," Benton said. "Properly fearful and in awe of my cock.” "How can you do this to me? I've been your best lover!”

He laughed scornfully. "Not by a long shot. I've fucked dozens of young girls, and you didn't even make it into the top ten.”

“Hungh!” The assault on her ego hurt worse than the pussy and tit wringing clamps he’d made her wear.

"I'd much rather fuck your younger sister," he confided as he climbed up on the bed. "I love sweet golden-haired girls, but she's still too shy. I'm saving her for my wedding night. Every man should have a virgin in his bridal suite. Mine will have to be the daughter of my bride.” "I'll never marry you!" Rita snarled. "And you'll never touch my other little girl!”

Benton laughed coldly. "You're hardly in a position to stop me. And if there's to be no wedding, then I might as well fuck her tonight. When I've finished with the redhead. I'll call the house and invite Reggie to join us here for a delicious dinner. I just won't mention that it's a tender, golden-haired virgin pussy I plan to eat first.”

Doc's taunting voice again filled Rita's skull. "Regina, Regina… it rhymes with vagina. And old Benton Stanhope is going for the gold.” "Don't let him do this!" she cried with tears streaming.

Stanhope looked bemused. "Who's here to stop me?”

She whined and moaned. "Please!”

Doc laughed. "Don't worry. I won't let him have Regina.” "Oooh, thank you.” "Don't," Doc said sternly. "It only because I want her for myself.” "You bastard! Haven't you done enough?" she sobbed.

"No, my dear Rita. I've only begun," Doc said.

Stanhope smiled at Vicki, kneeling between her spread legs. "Your mother must be going crazy. She sits there babbling to herself like a fool. I think after we're married, I'll have her committed to an asylum. Then I’ll be alone with my two luscious stepdaughters.”

Mother and daughter both cringed, and Rita began to wonder which of her tormentors she feared most. Both seemed utterly mad and equally depraved. At least Doc Watson had a reason other than greed and lust.

Benton arched over the metal-pinched cunt of his young victim and massaged her protruding clit with the bulged head of his cock. The pressure had squeezed her sensitive clit from its protective sheath.

She cried. The sharp stimulation approached pain, like a soft caress turned into a tickling touch. The Sleek tube of her pussy clamped with contractions stronger than the steel ring that snugged its soft lips.

Vicki howled and writhed, grinding her ass into the mattress to escape the wild tingling sensation pressed down from above. That pressed her ass button and released the prods that tortured her shithole. She cried, arching and twisting to meet his cock.

Benton's deft thumbs twirled nipples strained hard with trapped blood. Intense, almost painful pleasure sank into her chest like a twisting screw thread that tensed every nerve.

"I can't stand it!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oh, God, Benton! Drive your cock into my cunt.”

“Clamped tight as it is, that’s going to hurt,” he warned.

"Yes, I know. Like it did the first time, but that's a wonderful pain! I love to feel your big prick in me.” "Then you shall have it, my sweet. Fm going to give you more cock than you want.” "Grungh! Ooowww! Eeeyyy!" The spreading torment of his hot prick made her green eyes bulge almost out of their sockets.

"Your pussy wasn't this tight and hot when it was still cherry," he said with a wicked grin.

Vicki wept and cried. "I know! Your cock is killing me!" Her lithe body strained in a high arch. Vicki was fearful of letting her ass touch the bed again.

Benton pushed down and fucked half the length of his throbbing cock into her constricted cunt. She groaned through gritted teeth. Her strength was waning, she couldn't keep herself arched much longer.

He pushed in another inch of pussy-straining cock and grinned lewdly at the sight of tears streaming from her watery green eyes. Nothing pleased Benton more than the sight and sounds of a woman pained by the size of his cock.

Rita was wincing. She felt sympathetic pain in her own pussy. Her cunt clamped and writhed with imagined torment. Vicki had been heartless and cruel, playing the young bitch goddess, but she was still her daughter and that was a kind of love that endured all kinds of abuse.