Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

"A woman as a member?" one of the other men said, watching Candy as she brought the bound brunette into the room. "I don't know, Glen we play pretty rough."

"No rougher than I do," Candy said, giving Amy's leash a hard tug. "But the best way for you to believe that is to watch me handle the sorry bitch behind me."

Candy was still dressed in her leather bikini and high heels. Now she'd drawn her blonde hair up under a leather chauffeur's cap and added a studded black leather choker around her thin white throat.

She'd dressed Amy in white garters and stockings, five inch white pumps and very little else. Amy's hair was drawn back and tied in two long, rope like pigtails, and they'd been used to tie her hands tightly together. There was a plain white collar around her throat with a leash attached to it. That was what Candy was using to pull her forward.

"Look at that naked cunt," one of the men whispered. "Shit, I want in there right now."

"Hold on," Glen said. "This is Candy's show, and we're going to give her a chance to show us what she can do. After she's finished, you can do anything you want to slutty little Amy. Not one minute sooner."

"Thank you," Candy said with an evil smile. She yanked Amy's leash, again, forcing the girl into the center of the big living room. "Okay, cousin cunt, get over here and dig in."

Candy spread her legs, and there was no mistaking what she meant. Amy waited an instant for Candy to tug on her leash and force her to her cunt, but Candy didn't. Amy couldn't understand why not. Instead, the sexy blonde spread her legs wider and smiled dreamily at Amy. She held the leash limply in one hand, stroking her fat lipped cunt with the other. The fresh pink flesh of her cunt glistened with sex juice as she scratched her fingernails along her outer pussy lips. Amy couldn't look away from the girl's spread pussy.

The men in the room, even Glen and Barry, seemed as surprised as Amy over the way Candy was acting. Candy seemed completely confident, though. The tension inside the house couldn't have been higher. Amy shivered involuntarily, her cunt beginning to squirm. She was getting wet, getting hot, and she didn't understand it.

"Come on, you stinking little slut," Candy taunted, a smile on her lips and her green eyes sparkling. "Crawl over on your little slut knees and bury your whore face in my wet pussy. I've got a new way to hurt your pretty, baby titties, but before I do it you've got to suck some cunt juice."

Amy's legs rubbed together involuntarily. She buckled to one side at Candy's words. She was getting hot and soon everyone in the room would know it. She couldn't stand that, couldn't stand everyone knowing what kind of slut she was. She had so little control over herself that she was cumming just from having another girl talk dirty to her. Amy moaned like a lost, soul and started toward on her aching knees.

Candy laughed when Amy got close. Amy didn't take her eyes off the sparkles of cunt cream on the fur of Candy's leather framed pussy. "Do you want to suck my pussy now?"

Amy didn't answer. She was totally debased, completely humiliated in the face of her overpowering lust. But just before she stuck her face into Candy's cunt, her cruel blonde cousin jerked her leash and pulled her up short.

"I asked you a question, you dirty little asslicker," Candy repeated, holding Amy's face just an inch away from her golden pussy. "Do you want to suck my pretty pussy now, you worthless little reeking cock sucker?"

Amy cringed at Candy's words but her taint convulsed with a sudden wave of lust. She felt the first flow of fresh cunt juice down her inner thigh. She clamped her quivering legs tightly together and hoped that no one else saw the froth of her excitement bubbling from her cunt.

"I'll do it if you want," Amy quavered, her wide brown eyes meeting Candy's sharp green ones. She began to cry as she realized that Candy wouldn't be satisfied until she begged.

"I want to suck your pussy, Candy! You know I want to. And hurt me, Candy. Hurt my tits. I want to suck you so bad!"

Amy lunged her face forward toward Candy's cunt, completely broken now, reduced to begging for her torment in front of an audience of lusting, evil men. She'd known that Candy would continue tormenting her until she begged. Candy didn't want her to be able to think of herself as a victim in all this, wanted her to know that she needed to be hurt far more than Candy or the men wanted to hurt her.

"Hey, tiny titties! Get your dirty little mouth off my pussy." Candy jerked back on the leash, laughing at Amy's hopeless struggles and the tiny mewling sounds she made. "If you want to put your scummy little mouth on my pretty pink pussy, you've got to earn the honor. You don't get to suck me just because you've got pointy tits and a little girl pussy."

"What?" Amy whined. Her cunt was turning into a blast furnace now, getting hotter with each moment that Candy degraded her in front of the laughing men. "Please Candy, tell me what to do."

"Glen," Candy called. Right on a cue a closed plastic bag sailed through the air toward her. She caught it deftly in one hand, then dropped it on the floor in front of Amy. "There's some things for you in that bag, cousin cunt. You play with them for me, without anybody forcing you, and then I'll let you touch my pussy."

Amy whimpered in shame and lust as Candy got up and stepped behind her. She fell on the package at once, knowing that what was inside couldn't be the equal to the electric prods or the pins that Barry and Glen had used on her earlier. She needed Candy's painful attentions so badly that she would have been willing to do almost anything to get them.

"Debauched little slut, isn't she?" Candy flashed a smile to the watching men and ran a hand over Amy's long hair. "Look at all this hair. Doesn't it turn you on?"

"Her tits turn me on more," one of the men answered with a laugh.

Amy tore open the package. Her heart beat fast when she saw what it contained. It was filled with clothespins. Amy clenched her eyes tightly shut for an instant at the sight of them. She knew what Candy wanted her to do with these. Amy felt herself sinking deeper into the mire of enslavement. Now she was going to have to hurt herself, in front of an audience, just to get the abuse of another person.

"Oh Candy," Amy whimpered, staring at the evil, multi colored pins. She reached a shaking hand out to pick one up. "Can't you put them on for me? Please Candy, won't you put them on for me?"

"Start with your tits," Candy answered. She positioned the long black heel of one of her shoes against the bud of Amy's asshole and pushed forward. "Cover your whole skinny little body with them, you housebroken cunt."

Amy was crying, but everyone else was laughing. She took hold of one pointy tit, holding it up as she brought the first of the terrible clamps in to put on her nipple. She sucked in her breath and tried to ease it on as gently as possible, but as the thick wood jaws closed tight a burst of pain shot through her tit that buckled her over.

"These are tighter than most." Candy drove five inches of stiletto heel deep up Amy's asshole. "Kind of strong springs, only to be used on scummy cunts."

Crying bitterly, Amy clamped the jaws of the second pin onto her other nipple. Her cunt was dripping steadily, even though her asshole felt like it was being scoured with sandpaper and her tits felt like someone had set them on fire. She felt terrible, like something less than human, but she reached for more of the harsh wooden clamps.

"Look at the bitch go," one of the men shouted.

Most of them had their cocks out now, long and dripping and waiting for Amy to service. She looked up at them with wild hunger in her eyes, her brain on fire with lust and cracking under the terrible knowledge that she was just a cowering little plaything for every one of these men.