Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

"You just keep surprising me." Glen laughed at the bound, tortured girl. "But this one's going to break you, Amy. This one's going to drop you hard, cousin."

He dropped the last weight down over Amy's shoulders. A wave of pain and submission that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul, Amy slid down the terrible pair of dildoes. Both Glen and Barry bent down to watch every inch of her descent.

"Look at her pussy gobble!" Barry whispered. "I bet she takes it all without a bitch. What a sweet fucking little cock sucker."

Amy's head dropped to the side as far as the weight harness would permit as she slid down the terrible fuck poles. The pain of the pussy jamming pole rasping over the pin that Barry had left in her twitching clit was terrible. And there was no end to the hideous fake cock. It thrust farther and farther inside her cunt, deeper inside her than anything had ever touched before.

Amy's cunt stretched like elastic to accept the monster dildo. The weight on her shoulders bore her down unmercifully. Amy knew that the huge cock was going to rip through her cunt, tear on up through her body and push its way out her throat. She'd be stuffed from end to the other by one terrible cock lance.

"Like that, Amy?" Glen asked, leaning down beside her and licking her heated cheek. He slobbered his way across her pretty face, then began to bite at her playfully. "Two big cocks at once, slut! You're going to really love it later, you tight assed slut."

Amy didn't pay much attention to what Glen said, because she knew there wasn't going to be a later. She was going to die now, impaled on the two awful fuck poles that were burying themselves deep inside her body. She couldn't even squirm to avoid the pain, she was bound so tightly.

"Stop!" she whimpered. "Just stop, please!"

"Finally," Barry said. "Dumb cunt made it to mouth level." He moved in, his hard, dripping cock in hand. "Open wide and suck me off, you shitty slut. I want to shoot off all over your pretty little whore's face."

Amy let her mouth fall limply open and let Barry slide his cock in. She didn't try to move away when Glen began to rub his leaking cock over her cheek on the other side. There was no use trying to deny them anything she knew that now. Even if they wanted to stick pins in her and fuck her with monster dildoes and weight her down with huge weights and get blow jobs all at once, trying to stop them was impossible.

Her descent on the double fuck poles had slowed as she reached the bottom. Twelve inches of fat fake cock was stuffed in her pussy and nine in her ass, and she'd been stretched to her limits. The next three inches on both poles were going to be pure hell. Amy's entire body struggled against this last part of its impalement. Even two hundred and fifty pounds of weight was unable to push her down them quickly.

Amy was dripping with sweat. Every muscle in her body was quivering with pain and fatigue.

Glen pulled her mouth off Barry's spit covered cock and put it over his. She sucked him dully while Barry slimed her face with spit and precum by rubbing his drenched cock over her cheeks and eyes and nose. She slipped down another inch on the fake cocks, and she felt something deep inside her giving beneath the assault. With two hundred and fifty pounds on her shoulders and the two steel hard cocks fucking into her from below, there was no way that she could win. Her body was the weak link in the chain. It was the one that had to break.

"Look at the whore," Barry said, slopping his fuck lube all over her gasping, sucking face. "She loves this. What a slut! This is the best she's wagged that scummy little tongue yet."

Amy's pussy twitched at his words. Her heart broke as she realized that she was having a climax even now, in the midst of all this pain and torture. It was the end, the final blow to her tattered self respect. She was the lewd, sordid little tramp that Barry was calling her, a piggish little slut who got off on anything.

Her cut began to buzz wildly as she slipped down another inch on the fuck poles. Her whole body arched, even beneath the ropes and clamps and weights that held her.

Her battered cunt clamped tightly around the killer dildo within it. Her asshole contracted so sharply around the fake cock in it that she nearly swooned with pain. The pain blurred strangely into pleasure in her confused mind.

Amy knew she was cumming now. Her mouth went into high gear, switching at will from Glen's cock to Barry's. Her tongue flicked wildly and her cheeks hollowed as she applied powerful suction on them. She wanted their cum, she wanted it rolling down her throat and covering her tongue and soiling her face.

As she slipped down the last inch on the dildoes, she felt the whole world give way beneath her. Darkness began to crowd into her mind. She knew this was it, the last mind blowing cum, the one that was going to drive her over the edge. No woman could survive all of this.

"Oh shit!" Barry groaned, rubbing his prick head over Amy's hollowed, sucking cheeks. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over her fucking face!"

"Fuck, yes!" Glen shouted, puffing his cock from Amy's suctioning mouth just as he began to spurt. "Take this, cousin! Take a fucking cum shower, you high class whore!"

Amy squirmed in frustrated frenzy as the two men spilled their thick, pasty cum all over her upturned face. She kept her mouth open, her tongue wagging to catch all the jism she could, but most of their cum missed her mouth and slimed her delicate features, instead. Gum glued her eyes shut and clogged her nostrils, it frosted her black hair and coated her cheeks. Cum plopped down off her chin to puddle in the hollow of her throat and run down the velvety valley between her tits. Her lush, red lips were painted silver with cock cream.

And while the men were blasting, her face, Amy was cumming, too.

She was straining through the most terrible, humiliating climax of her young life. Pain so incredible knifed through her body that she could scarcely believe it, but her mind translated it somehow to pleasure. Her pussy clasped tightly against the colossal dildo that plowed it. Her asshole fluttered wildly against the goring length of the fake cock that stretched it open. She could hear her cunt juice plop heavily and wetly against the floor, and shame mixed with her pain and pleasure to make her climax even stronger.

"What a bitch!" Barry said with a giggle, smearing his cock over her cummy face, painting her pretty features with an even coat of sticky white fuck slime. "What a slimy, cock hungry cunt. Look at this sorry bitch. Just look at her!"

"Ohhhhhh…" Amy moaned weakly.

What was the use? She hadn't even gotten the satisfaction of slipping into death with this final, debasing orgasm. She was still alive, and now that some of her passion was fading, all she was left with was the hellish, unbearable pain and the degrading knowledge that she had aided the two men in her own degradation. There was no lower point she could reach.

"What now?" she asked. She didn't even try to hide her cum painted face from them now.

"What now?" Barry asked, as if he were actually considering her question. "Well, I guess we better get you down from there before we rip you in half, and then we'll see."

"No, leave her," Glen said. "I want her like this for a while."

"What for?" Barry asked.

And at that moment, there was a knock at the door that froze Amy's heart in her chest.

"Shit. It's too early for those guys to be over."

"It's not them," Glen said, walking to the door. He smiled at the horror that showed on Amy's cum encrusted face. "It's the second part of my surprise for tonight."

And with that he opened the door, and when Amy saw who stood outside, she moaned pitifully.

She realized now that there were still depths of painful degradation that she had yet to reach. Glen was bringing another of their female cousins into the room. Amy had hated that bitch her whole life.