Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

Candy slammed her foot deep inside Amy's torn pussy and twisted it inside her. Barry was flaying her alive. He beat her heaving tits and downy stomach raw with the vicious strap. Amy's body vibrated with the awful pain. She felt as though she was about to explode. No body could take all of this, at once.

"More!" she screeched, choking on some of Glen's cum that slid into her mouth. "More!"

"More?" Glen asked, laughing at her. "Okay, you stupid slut. We'll give you some more."

Glen turned, squatting, and for an instant Amy thought he wanted her to lick his asshole. She raised her head, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to do her job. Only then did she see his ass pucker and something dark brown begin to push through.

"Chew on this, Amy, you stuck up bitch!" he growled. "You say you want more, cousin? Well, we can think of things more that'll drive you right out of your slutty little mind!"

Amy felt like she was out of her mind already when Glen's first turd plopped on her pretty face. It was wet and heavy and it stuck to her right cheek over her full lips and along her long, straight nose. Amy had to fight to keep from throwing up, but she came, too, her cunt clamping so tightly that it almost stopped the brutal kicking of Candy's foot in her pussy.

The second soft brown turd landed on her forehead. Amy could feel its stickiness matting down her eyebrows. He was covering her face in his shit, Amy thought wildly, and this was the life she had pleaded to have. She came again at the shame of what was happening. And then the third turd dropped, and this one fell right on top of her nose and covered one eye. All she could smell was the thick musk of his shit.

"One more, cousin," Glen groaned. One last thick clump of shit slapped down over her tightly shut mouth. "How you like that, cousin? It's just the start, you know. We haven't done anything to you yet."

Amy shuddered and came at his words. Candy pulled her foot from Amy's bald, sloppy cunt and Barry stopped flailing her tender body.

"Now, bitch," Glen said with a laugh, "get ready for some mud pies!"

He pulled his long, limp prick up and began pissing in her face. His hot piss turned the shit wet, made it stick harder to Amy's fouled face. Amy had to shut her other eye. She began to twist and jerk on the floor as Glen's piss turned her face into a swampy mire of slime. Her cunt was burning hot.

"Take it, cunt!" Candy said with a giggle. She kicked Amy viciously in her ribs. "You fucking sludge whore! You slag cunt!"

Amy couldn't breathe with the mixture of pissy shit covering her face. It washed up into her nose and leaked down into her mouth. She was certain she was going to suffocate. She didn't even care if she died anymore. Both Candy and Barry were kicking her now, driving their feet against her stomach and tits and ass and thighs. And she was cumming, her tortured body squirming with lust and pain and humiliation.

Finally, Glen stopped pissing and Candy and Barry stopped kicking her. They left Amy alone, her face a musky mess of shit and piss and cum.

"Okay, Amy," Glen said. His voice seemed to come from a very long way away. "Now lick yourself clean. Get every bit of it off you, and swallow every drop."

"And do it quick, cousin," Candy commanded. "I'm getting tired of holding all this jizz up inside me."

"And some of the guys are getting horny again," Barry said. "And to tell the truth, I've got to take a wicked shit, myself."

Amy knew she was theirs now. She belonged to them, body and soul, and she would for as long as they wanted her.

Thinking of all the suffering and fucking still ahead of her for the night, Amy slipped her tongue from her mouth and began to lick her shitty face clean.