Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

While Glen held her head, Barry sank pin after pin into the tender flesh of Amy's tits. When she looked down again her tits looked like in cushions and as she stared on in wordless terror Barry sank a pin right into the nipple of her right tit.

"Noooooo!" Amy threw her head from side to side, jerking her body wildly, trying anything that might dislodge the hated pin from her poor tit. "Take it out, take it out, take it out!"

"Fuck you, cock sucker!" Barry laughed, and he plunged the pin into her other nipple, too.

Amy was out of control now, throwing herself round wildly. It took a sharp blow on the top of her head from Glen to stop her wild thrashing.

"You want to sit down like a nice little whore?" he asked her when she'd calmed down, and when she shook her head he nodded grimly. "Okay, then."

Amy didn't know exactly what was happening when Glen fitted the first of the weights down over her head. Barry was playing one of the pins over fat lips of her pussy, and that, along with the pain in her tortured tits took most of the girl's attention. But when she felt the heavy weight of the thing bearing down on her shoulders, Amy took a moment to see what it was.

The weights had to have been tailor made for something like this, because they fitted down perfectly over her shoulders. On either side, sticking out well away from her body, were twenty five pound weights. Fifty pounds in all, and Glen was already getting ready to put another one on her shoulders. Amy realized that sooner or later, no matter how hard she tried to stand, she was going to sink down on the two huge prods beneath her.

"How about this, cunt?" Barry cackled. At the same moment, he plunged a pin into one of her cunt lips. "You like this, bitch?"

Amy screamed again, but this time her wail was weaker, filled more with despair and defeat than pain and anger. She was beginning to realize what she was, and the realization shamed her worse than anything that had gone before. She was a squalid, slovenly whore, and she was never going to be able to resist the evil desires of her cousin and his friend. They had everything on their side the tape, these horrible sex gadgets, even her own wanton, slut's body. Her body most of all, boiling with lust with each new horror they visited on her.

Barry sent a pin through her other cunt lip but Amy had known he would and hardly squirmed at all as he twisted it inside her to bring her more pain. Her feet ached and her legs wobbled she managed to remain standing under the fifty pounds. The twin dildoes didn't look so bad now, though, more inviting than threatening.

"Number two. Amy," Glen said mildly. Think you can stand up with a hundred pounds on your slutty shoulders?

Amy didn't know, but she was going to try. Barry slipped a pin into the skin of her other hip now, and Amy twisted with pain but didn't give him the benefit of a scream. She knew they could see the pain in her face, but she hoped they couldn't see the lust she was feeling, as well. Her cunt grasped desperately around the three inches of rubber cock inside it, craving more.

"She's getting off." Barry said a moment later. "She's juicing up real good."

"Knew she would," Glen said, settling the second weight down over her shoulders.

Amy almost toppled under the weight. Her shoulders began to ache terribly, but she kept herself from falling onto the two dildoes. She did sink an inch or two, though, her legs starting to buckle. The cunt probe was in a good five inches now, the ass fucker forcing open the outer ring of her ass hole.

"Shit, she's a strong little shit licker. She's taking a hundred pounds!"

"You're both so hard," Amy sniveled desperately how many terrible things could they do her? "You have to want to fuck me. Won't you just fuck me now?"

"All she ever does anymore is beg for cock," Barry said, feeling around the dildo that was impaling her cunt, running his fingers over the twisting bud of her clit.

He had one pin left, and Amy suspected, with a sick, hollow feeling, where he meant that one to go.

"I think we've cured her of being a prick tease anyway."

"You have to keep applying the medicine," Glen answered, readying a third set of weights. There were still two more to go after that. "Amy's the kind of cum sucker who could have a relapse so fast your prick would spin."

"No!" she blubbered, her cunt squirming under Barry's exploring fingers. "I won't! I promise I'll never be a prick tease again."

"If you weren't, you'd sit down," Glen said mockingly. "How do you think those two pricks feel? They might be fake, but they're still hard as rock, and all you do is dance your ass around on top of them."

"But…" Amy's voice trailed off helplessly. It was no use talking. She was their slave, and they'd keep using her, in any way they wanted, for as long as they pleased.

"Got it!" Barry shouted, and he drove the last of his terrible pins into her tender, dancing clit.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

Amy tossed her head wildly, screaming and frothing at the mouth as the pain shot through every pore of her body. This was too much, too much, too much. It was like someone had poured acid into her pussy, like someone had set a fire in her cunt. It was worse than the electricity, worse than anything.

"Pull it out! Pull it out, you stinking, fucking bastards!"

Amy came. She came once, and then, before she could even catch her breath, she came again. Her pussy drooled juice all over the dildo that stuck inside it. More cunt juice rolled down her quivering thighs in thick, sticky waves. Her pin stuck tits bounced up and down and her thighs tensed until they looked hard as marble.

"What a fucking sleazy cunt," Glen breathed. He slammed the third weight down over his cousin's shoulders.

Amy went down fast and hard. The dildo in her pussy slid over the pin that pierced her clit, and the agonizing friction triggering another climax. The dildo that was aimed up her asshole bulled home too, fucking five inches up her asshole. Amy was just barely able to keep herself from falling fully on the twin probes.

Forcing her legs to straighten once more was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Going back up, she had another small climax, and by the time she stood up fully her lean, dark body sparkled with a fresh sheen of sweat. She was breathing hard.

"Just let me fuck you," she begged for what seemed like the millionth time. She didn't want to go all the way down on the monster fake cocks. They would kill her, she knew they would. "Let me fuck you and suck you. You can do anything to me. I mean it, anything, and I won't even cry."

"This is part of everything," Glen said, and he slapped another weight down on top of her.

Amy went down like a shot, all the weight atop her too much to stand. She had two hundred pounds pressing down on her shoulders now, far too much for the girl to withstand, far more than she weighed, herself. She sank down ten inches on the cock in her cunt and six inches on the one stuck up her ass. Another orgasm ripped through her, her body jerking, sweat rolling over her, her muscles screaming for relief. But then, miraculously, she stopped her fall, holding herself tensed inches from the bases of the dildoes.

"Well I'll be fucked!" Barry said. He reached up to twist the pins that were buried in her tensed, straining thighs, trying to weaken her resolve with more pain. "Two hundred pounds. That's fucking crazy!"

"Little Amy's a willful bitch," Glen growled. He slapped her face as hard as he could. "But there's no way she can take two fifty, and that's the next one up."

Amy tensed herself, agony already slicing through her back and shoulders and straining legs. To sink down on that foot and a half dildo would be the end. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't scream with pain, but she clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit her lips.