Blake Garfield - Cousin in bondage

Both guys pulled out small electric prods, the kind police used. Amy understood clearly that they were going to use them on her.

"Nooooo!" she screamed as the two men circled her prone body and switched on their terrible weapons. "Please, Glen! I'll do anything you want, forever. I'll be your slave. I'll be good. Oh please, Glen! Nooooooo!"

"You know, cousin, there is one thing that might keep us from wasting your tight whore's ass with these suckers," Glen growled. He stood over Amy, straddling her belly, and held the buzzing stick inches from her rounded tits. "And that's if you can get away from us. Five minutes, slut. Just like tag. You run. When we catch you, you get tagged. We'll give you five minute's head start."

Amy shook her head, refusing to believe this. To be fucked, even up the ass by a cock as big as Glen's, was one thing. This was simply inhuman, killing torture.

"You looking at your watch?" Glen asked Barry. "Yep," Barry replied, grinning broadly.

"Then start counting five minutes now and back up clear across the room," Glen told him, and then he bent down over Amy. "Rules are that you don't try to leave this room, baby, and that you try the best you can to keep away from us. Good luck, Amy. I'm going to give you a little taste of this now, just so you'll know what you're dealing with. Give you a reason to try hard, you know?"

"Please, nooo!" Amy screamed as Glen dipped the electric prod down onto the slope of her right tit. This was the end. Amy didn't believe that her control over men had vanished so completely that now she'd become to slave, to be fucked and abused and tortured so terribly. "You'll kill me!"

The first thing she felt was a burning in her until it was as though someone had dumped liquid fire onto her tit. But before she had the moment she needed to try to squirm away from the source of her pain, her whole body began to jolt with the terrible wave of electricity. It was as though someone was pulling every muscle in her body at once. Each different part of her was being shaken individually, jerked in different directions. Amy felt her body being ripped to shreds. She was certain she was going to die. She wished she would.

And then it was gone. Amy's body quaked a few more times, then she slumped weakly against the carpet. There was still a buzz of pain coursing through her, and her tit still burned where he had touched her with the electric prod, but she was alive.

Glen leaned over her and kissed her gently, levering her lips open with his tongue and then rubbing his lips tenderly against hers.

"Hurt you bad?" he asked when he straightened again, a smile tracing his lips.

Amy whimpered. "Please stop now. I'll be a good girl. I'll let you fuck me anyway you want to."

"We can do that already," Barry said, swishing his cock through the air like a sword. "We want to hurt your slutty ass a little too, to spice things up."

"You better start trying to get away," Glen said menacingly. "You're going to get that hot, tight ass tagged enough as it is. And if you don't start moving, you might get fried for real."

Amy pulled herself painfully to her feet. It was hard to do with her legs hobbled and her arms still weak from the time they'd been in bandage. Glen and Barry backed up to the other side of the room, their electric prods buzzing, their cocks getting bigger and harder with each passing moment. Amy wondered if there might not be a way far her to escape this terror. If she could make it past them through the living room and dining room then maybe, just maybe, the back door in the kitchen would be her ticket out of this horror.

All she'd have to do then would be circle around to her car and drive home. Amy didn't think Glen would risk a scene out in front of his house.

"Well, cock tease," Glen husked, looking over his cousin's naked, beautiful body. "Don't just stand there dripping jism. Get your ass in gear before you get it burnt off."

It was now or never. Glen and Barry began to stalk casually toward her. There was a clear space between them and the dining room. If she could only move fast enough with her legs hobbled and her balance so uncertain. She jumped and ran with short, mincing steps past the two men.

"Look at the cock sucker run," Barry said. Amy heard the steps behind her and she tried to move faster.

"That bar between her legs makes her ass shake like hell. I didn't think she had the life left in her."

Amy reached the doorway to the dining room with Glen and Barry still well behind her. They weren't taking this chase seriously, and for the first time Amy felt a real flash of hope that she could escape them. She was going to make it, she thought, and even if someone saw her outside, naked and with a bar cuffing her legs together, so what. Getting away was all that mattered.

"Dumb bitch thinks she going to get out the back way!" Glen shouted suddenly. "Amy, you stupid fucking whore!"

Amy could feel them bearing down on her now, as she reached the table in the middle of the dining room. The bar between her legs was making her go much too slow. She could only take tiny steps, and it was so hard to keep her balance. She tried to put on an extra burst of speed, ignoring the pain that flared from her exhausted, abused body, but she realized with a sick feeling that she wasn't going to make it.

"Got her!" Glen shouted in joy as he slammed the tip of his electric prod against the check of Amy's quivering ass. "Tagged the scummy bitch!"

"Nooooo!" Amy screamed, her voice quavering in pain and tenor. Her right leg went numb as the prod buzzed against her ass, her body shaking as electricity buzzed through her nervous system. "Stop! Oh stop, oh stop, oh please!"

She twisted around as her right leg went dead beneath her, throwing out her arms to try to grab a nearby chair for support. As her hands gripped the back of the chair, Barry reached her and drove his electric prod home.

This time, the prod touched her right shoulder, and the pain that flared through Amy caused her to fall, her arms flailing. The chair she had grabbed toppled over on top of her. Pain exploded through her left leg this time as she landed hard on the floor.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, trying to wriggle on her back away from Barry. She felt dazed, barely conscious. Were Glen and Barry planning on killing her like this, shocking her to death while she squirmed helplessly and pleaded for mercy? "Fuuuuck meee! Please fuck me!"

"We will," Barry answered, grinning evilly. "With these."

Amy kicked out at him weakly with her left foot, the kick impotent because of the metal hobble and the numbness of her leg. Barry stepped out of its path easily, then brought his shock stick down against the sole of her foot. Amy's slim, sexy body began to jerk spastically, a cold sweat breaking out on her olive skin. Barry pushed the prod harder against her foot, driving waves of agony through her tortured frame.

"Look at her jiggle!" Barry exclaimed. "That sexy little body's really dancing now!"

Barry finally pulled the shock stick away from Amy's foot. Her left leg hit the floor with a thud, so much dead weight. She stared up at the two men with glazed, glassy eyes, barely able to make them out. Her body was still quivering with the after effects of the last shock, but she wasn't even aware of the sexy squirming her body was doing against the hard floor.

"Aren't you going to run anymore?" Glen asked. He reached down with his free hand and twisted the metal band between her thighs. The pole of metal lengthened as he did, spreading Amy's legs wider apart. "You know, this isn't much fun if you just lay there like the sorry cunt you are. You're not hurt that bad, bitch not yet, anyway."

"Please!" Amy sniveled, finding it hard to form words. Even her mouth felt numb. "No more, no more! Whip me, please! Whip me, please!"