Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

What stuck up above the top of its crossbar was what horrified Amy, and looking at it, she surrendered herself completely to hysterics.

There were two of the dildoes. Amy had never seen dildoes that were so rigid, that could stand straight up in the air and not waver an inch to either side. And their size was far more horrifying than their firmness. The taller of the two stood over a foot above the sawhorse, the shorter at least nine inches. Amy knew by the way they were positioned that one was meant to penetrate her cunt while the other speared her asshole.

Amy fought Glen and Barry as they wrestled her toward the sawhorse, but Glen grabbed both her tits at once and squeezed them so tightly that Amy nearly passed out. Barry unfastened the spreader from around her knees and then locked her feet into cuffs on either side of the sawhorse. Glen held her up by her tits, mashing them with his strong fingers and holding her body erect by his grip.

"Hurry up and get the cunt's knees," Glen barked, dropping his arms a little and then jerking them back up so that Amy's pointy tits were yanked viciously. "Silly bitch is getting heavy, and if her tits ripped off, she wouldn't be much fun to fuck with."

Amy shivered in shame at the crude things Glen said about her. She felt as if there was something tearing inside her tender tits. As Barry wrapped bands of steel around her knees she tried to regain her balance enough to stand on her own. She knew that soon she would need all the strength she could muster to keep herself from sinking on the twin stakes sitting beneath her. She guessed that soon the hands that were yanking up on her tits might be yanking down to help that horrid descent.

"Done," Barry announced, standing up.

Now that she was locked into place, Glen released her throbbing tits. Amy stood unsurely on her own.

Standing up as fully as her spread legs would allow, about three inches of the taller dildo speared up into Amy's spread cunt. The head of the ass fucking dildo sunk an inch between her silky ass cheeks, its head resting on the pucker of her asshole. Amy stared up at her two tormentors, breathing hard. She swore to herself that nothing the two of them could do would force her to go down, any farther on the twin probes than she was right now.

"Up and down, Amy," Glen said mildly to his cousin. "Start now, fuck yourself on those pussy pleasers."

"You go to hell!" Amy answered, tears in her eyes, her voice trembling. She knew he was go big to do something awful to her for her disobedience, but after the terror and humiliation of the shock sticks, she felt she had to draw the line somewhere. "I won't do it. You can fuck me if you want. I'll give, you blow jobs. You can even fuck my ass. But I won't do this. I won't do this!"

"Sounds determined to me." Barry grinned and reached back to grab his jacket off a chair. He pulled a small packet from inside it. "I think we're really going to have to go some to change her mind."

"You watch out, with those," Glen, said as Barry opened his packet. "Not too deep. I don't want her messed up before anybody sees her. I'll go get the weights."

The blood froze in Amy's veins as she heard Glen speak. He'd told Barry not to hurt her too badly yet and that meant that a time would come when he could. And he'd said something about other people seeing her. Amy didn't think she could bear the shame of having other people see her like this. And now Glen was going after some new implement of torture, leaving her alone with a man she now realized was really dangerous.

"Go on," Barry said, trying to sound reasonable. His cock bobbed up and down, so hard that Amy was sure a single touch would make it explode. "Last chance or ouch."

The way Barry grinned as he gave her the warning told Amy there was going to be an "ouch" not matter what she did. She just shook her head and stood quietly, watching while he unfolded the small package he held.

Inside were about a dozen long, sharp steel pins, and Amy moaned in sorrow and pain. No wonder Glen had warned Barry about hurting her too badly. He could kill her with those things.

"Please don't!" she begged as he stuck most of the pins between his teeth. He kept two in his hands. "I'll lick your asshole for you again. I'll fuck you better than before."

"I can get any bitch to lick my ass," Barry hissed through his clenched teeth. "And I know you'll be fucking me again. You'd better shake your ass good, too. But how often do you think I get a chance to hear a beautiful, haughty bitch like you scream really loud?"

Amy thought forlornly that he'd already heard her scream enough times today, but she knew that there would be no stopping him. She wasn't going to sit down on the two huge prods that jutted up under her, especially since she knew he was going to stick her with his horrid pins anyway.

"This is going to really hurt, you stupid fucking bitch," Barry whispered in her ear. He walked behind her, trailing the tip of one of the sharp pins over the soft curve of Amy's hip and the softer curve of her ass. He pressed down hard, always keeping the pin moving, leaving a trail of pain behind it. "Maybe after the party Glen will let me pierce your fat, hard nipples. Wouldn't that be nice?"

With that, he stuck the pin into Amy's ass cheek, bringing a scream from her lips and sending a ripple of agony coursing through her body. He pulled it out just as quickly, leaving Amy shuddering with pain and fear. She didn't think she was bleeding, but the sudden strike of that sharp pin was almost as painful as the strikes of the electric prods she'd suffered earlier.

Barry circled her, standing at her side before he sent the next pin slicing deep into her flesh. This time he stuck it deep into her other clenched ass cheek. And instead of puffing it out, he turned it in a slow, painful circle inside her skin and left it hanging from her flesh. Amy screamed, feeling the pin hanging from her ass cheek. Even after the pain in her ass had faded to a dull ache, the idea of the gleaming metal hanging from her pretty ass made Amy sick.

"How's that feel, ass fucker?" Barry ran a new pin over her upper thigh. He plunged it into her skin, and Amy jerked with the agony of the new pin as he left it in her, too. "Rather have me slit in your face or stick you with these pins?"

"Shit in my face," Amy pleaded. Her flesh was covered in goose bumps and she shivered uncontrollably. Even her voice shivered as she begged. "Shit on my face, on my body, anywhere you want."

"I'll do that later," Barry told her, scratching her firm little tummy with another pin. "Slit right down your slutty mouth. Right now I want to stick you with pins."

Barry plunged another sharp metal pin into Amy's navel, and she screeched and leaned back away from him, almost losing her balance and fucking herself on the fake cocks beneath her. Her entire body was alive with fiery pain now.

"Shit," Glen said from behind her. "If those things leave marks, I'll kill you. And you missed one ass cheek."

"Don't disturb a master at work," Barry answered, running the sharp tip of a pin over the tight, sensitive flesh of Amy's tits. "I'll get to it later. And I wouldn't use them if they left marks. Who wants to ruin a body like this? Won't even draw much blood. But they hurt like hell."

With that, Barry lodged a pin in the soft flesh of Amy's tit, on the tender underside beneath the nipple. Amy wailed in pain and humiliation and brought up her hand to pull the terrible pin out of her flesh. Glen sprang forward and grabbed both her hands. He twisted them behind her back and tied them as they had been tied before, elbows and wrists pinned tightly together. Then he pulled her head painfully back by her hair.

"We've got to let him have his fun," Glen told her. "He's my friend, and you have to be nice to all my friends. Got that, slut?"