She was no longer dressed in the punishing corset. She had been cleaned up too. She wasn’t completely naked, but what she had on shamed her so much, that she would rather have been. There was a silver collar cinched tight around her throat. It had been part of an evening outfit she had only worn a couple of times. Now it was a slave’s collar. Five-inch spiked heels were on her feet. Those Rachel had only worn once. They had hurt her feet and she had hated them. The only other thing she was wearing was a black bikini. It was a tiny thing, little more than two pieces of see-through cloth. Rachel had always thought it looked like a whore’s outfit, and she had only worn it a few times. Her nipples and cunt fur were fully visible through the transparent cloth. Having the bikini bottoms spread across her lush hips only made her ass look bigger and more inviting. And having the bikini top press her huge tits up and together made her cleavage look even more bountiful.
Tears tracked down Rachel’s face at the thought of how much of a whore Jack had turned her into. He was standing beside her now, watching with a smile as the boy with the pliers pinched the soft, creamy flesh of Rachel’s belly. When he saw that she was awake, he slapped her face hard, then stuck two fingers between her lips for her to suck.
“Glad to see you awake, Mrs. Welch,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth as she sucked them and licked them. “Meet the guys. They’re here to help make your yard sale a success. The guy with the pliers is Dale. He spent twenty dollars for those, so I told him he could try them out on you before he took them home. He’ll probably want to stick his cock in you too, as kind of a bonus. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No!” Rachel gurgled around her mouthful of fingers. “He can do anything he wants to me, as long as you say so?”
“Right you are, whore,” Jack said, his smile widening. He pulled his spit-wet fingers out of her mouth, wiped them clean on her cheeks, then slapped her again. “Let her rip, Dale. Guys, the next item for sale is this big old tow chain, so think about what you want to do with it and what you want to bid.”
There was a wild clamor among the boys. Rachel heard it, but most of her attention had been captured by the boy who was standing in front of her. He was still fully dressed, but his cock, at least seven inches of hard, throbbing flesh, was hanging out of his pants. Rachel’s mouth watered as she watched it swinging back and forth.
“Jack says you like all kinds of nasty shit,” Dale said, catching the edge of her navel between the jaws of one pair of pliers and squeezing until Rachel mewed in pain and trembled like a spastic. “Do you like getting love pinches? Tell me how much you like it. Tell me you like me, too.”
“I love your cock!” Rachel groaned, her voice shaking. The boy caught a sliver of flesh on her right thigh and pinched it until the housewife thought she was going to pass out. “I love sexy young studs! I love their big cocks and hot young bodies so much that I’ll do anything, let them do anything they want, if they’ll fuck me! Getting hurt turns me on too! I love you to fuck me while you hurt me!”
“Pretty good,” Dale said with a smirk. The mob of boys was laughing wildly. “But I paid twenty bucks for this, and I want to play a little while before I shove my cock up your slutty cunt. Sorry.”
Rachel cried forlornly. Then she screamed in agony as he pinched each set of jaws against one soft inner thigh. Of all the agonies she had suffered during her long day of sexual abuse, this was the worst. He had caught the softest, most sensitive flesh on her sexy body, the skin where her lush thighs merged with her quivering cunt-lips. And he was grinding it with every ounce of pressure he could put into the pliers.
Rachel thrashed against the chains that held her. She swung her head from side to side, as if trying to deny the horrible reality of what the boy was doing to her.
“You like that, don’t you, cunt?” a boy screamed, spitting in Rachel’s face. “Fuck, I bid twenty-five bucks for that chain! I’m going to whip you like the old bag of bones you are!”
At that moment Dale caught one of her pussylips in the pliers and squeezed.
Rachel screamed incoherently, promising the boy anything if he would just stop the inhuman torture. She whipped her body back and forth in a frantic, vain attempt to escape the pinch of the pliers. Her big tits jiggled wildly and spit dribbled from her lips. Nothing she did relieved the hellish pain the boy was giving her cunt.
He twisted the pliers back and forth, grinding down on them with all his strength. The pain made Rachel want to throw up. He looped his other arm around her hips and pinched the soft right cheek of her ass. Suddenly he switched from one side of her pussy-lips to the other. Rachel wailed in agony, her head lolling on her sexy shoulders. She stopped struggling, able only to twitch and whimper as the pain overwhelmed her. Her silky ass was already dotted with red welts where the pliers had done their fiendish work. Her cuntlips were so swollen and puffy they looked five times their normal size.
Dale pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom to one side and pinched her cunt-lips again. The crush of the cold metal against her bare flesh hurt eyen more than it had through the thin protection of the panties. Rachel whimpered, squirming weakly against the chains that held her tightly in place.
Dale caught the flesh where her ass joined her right thigh and clamped the pliers together as hard as he could. Rachel humped her hips forward at the sudden burst of agony. Her cunt spread open, revealing the tiny bud of her clit. Dale caught the bud deftly and started squeezing.
“No!” she cried. “No! No, no, no, no, no!” Gripping the pliers tightly in his hand, Dale swung round behind her. He pushed his big cock through the crack of Rachel’s ass and wrapped his free arm around her chest. Rachel knew what he was going to do the moment he pulled one big, soft tit free of her bikini top. It didn’t matter. She was helpless to stop him from closing the pliers around her thrusting pink nipple.
“Like that, you thirsty bitch?” Dale crushed her clit and nipple and fucked his cock through the crack of her ass. “Like that, you sexy old cunt? I’m going to tear your fucking cunt right off! And I’m going to fuck your slutty ass while I’m doing it!”
Dale stopped crushing her nipple long enough to stuff his cock-head against the tight ring of Rachel’s asshole. The broken beauty whimpered as he pushed his fat cock-head against the tiny bud of her shitter. It had swollen from the ravaging Jack had given it, but the muscles, stretched by Jack’s cock and exhausted by the enema he had made her hold, couldn’t keep Dale out. He fucked his cock brutally up her torn asshole, reopening the wounds Jack’s savage fucking had caused. By the time his cockhair spiked into Rachel’s sweet, full ass she was bleeding again.
“Talk to me!” the boy yelled, releasing his grip on Rachel’s clit and working the pliers deeper into her cunt. “You said you loved me, you sexy old slut! Talk to me like you do a lover!”
He caught a tiny bit of pussy-flesh and ground the pliers around. Rachel’s eyes glazed over with pain as he yanked the pliers back, pulling her elastic cunt-flesh. He caught one of her nipples with the other pliers and jerked out until the big soft tit stretched over a foot in front of her body. And he squirmed his cock around inside her ass, making her full hips jerk and wiggle.
“So good!” Rachel screamed as the boy plucked savagely at her tits. He was pinching every soft inch of her titflesh. “Hurt me more! Fuck me harder! You’re making me cum all over! Oh fuck, you’re hurting me so bad!”
Dale pounded her with his cock, making her sway back and forth against the chains that tore into her wrists and ankles. He caught her cunt again and again, squeezing tiny pieces of her pussy-flesh until Rachel blacked out from the pain. He woke her up with what he was doing to her tits. He was crushing big chunks of her silky, super-sensitive tit-flesh, trying to bruise every inch of her abundant cleavage.
Rachel squeezed her shit-chute tight around his thrusting cock and swung her sexy ass from side to side. The pain that flared through her wounded shitter made her cry and the grind of the chains around her ankles and wrists made every movement a torture, but she had to make the boy cum.
Dale responded almost at once. He dropped the pliers and grabbed Rachel’s full, soft hips. He fucked his cock back and forth in her asshole as fast and hard as he could, knocking her helpless body back and forth as far as the chains would permit. Rachel fucked him back enthusiastically. She ground her soft ass back against him and flexed her silky asscheeks in rhythm with his rapid fucking.
“Big-titted whore!” he screamed, biting down on the nape and her neck and shooting his jism up her tattered asshole. “Take some cum, you sexy old slut!”
Rachel cried out with pleasure as Dale’s cum sizzled into her torn asshole. His hands slipped off her hips as he blasted his cum inside her. He grabbed her full tits, using them as handles to swing her body back and forth on his jerking cock. Rachel screamed in pain and pleasure as Dale crushed her tits and filled her asshole with his acid-like cum.
She relaxed in her chains when Dale pulled his cock from her asshole. She was exhausted past her endurance, so hurt and tired that she felt barely able to move. Dale wiped his bloodstained cock clean on her trembling stomach. While he was doing it, he picked up one pair of pliers and pinched Rachel’s face. As the terrible metal jaws closed on her cheeks and nose and lips, Rachel cried softly. She didn’t even have the energy to scream.
Mike was the name of the boy who won the bidding for the chain. For ten minutes she circled Rachel’s gorgeous, helpless body and whipped her with the heavy chain. He smashed the chain against her ass and stomach and long, lush legs. He even beat her tits, knocking the big, soft mounds back and forth across her chest with one devastating blow after another.
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