Becky groaned. The iron clamps on the end of the chains hurt her wrists. By stretching her legs, she could touch her toes to the wooden floor of the cabin, taking some of the weight off her arms. But only a couple of minutes of that was all she could stand before cramps started knotting her calves and thighs. No matter how she hung, her back scraped against the rough inside beams of the wall and rubbed the skin from her shoulders and hips.
Another groan rose from beside her, and Becky turned her head, still having trouble believing her eyes.
Hanging beside her was a young blonde woman as naked as Becky was herself. The blonde, with hair bobbed at the lobes of her ears, was shorter, and, even by stretching, she couldn't touch the ground. Her body was like that of a high-school cheerleader, compact and tight with small tits that were miniatures of Becky's larger mounds. An angry red bite mark surrounded her right nipple and there was a bruise on the point of one hip. Her cunthair was so fair it looked like straw, dried by the sun and the wind.
On the other side of the blonde was a tall brunette, lean and willowy as she, too, hung suspended by chains. The length of the links had been taken up for the taller girl, insuring that only her toes would touch the floor. The bottom of her ribcage stood out like a ridge line below magnificent tits. On her narrow, naked chest, her tits looked almost too big — swollen monuments for someone to suck. Her nipples were so red they looked almost rouged, or as if someone had just tweaked them with their hands.
The blonde was crying softly, tears staining her cheeks. The brunette was clenching her teeth, gnashing them together so loudly that Becky could hear from several feet away.
Earlier, the three women had exchanged the briefest of words before returning to the solitary fight with their own suffering.
The blonde was Joy, Bill's wife. The brunette's name was Wanda, whose husband was Tom. For a second, Becky hated the other two women for what their husbands had done, then realized all the women were in the same shape. Fate and their husbands had bound three wives together, aching and bound while bathed in naked shame.
A creak sounded across the room.
The front door of the cabin slowly opened, casting a long shaft of sunlight down onto the center of the floor. Shadows ate into the brilliance as the three husbands filed inside. The door hammered closed and a bolt was thrown, then Coleman lanterns lighted up the room.
The thee husbands were dressed in identical black cut-offs and Tshirts, and looked like a team of sadists as each stepped up in front of his own wife.
Jim reached out and grabbed a handful of Becky's left tit and twisted as hard as he could. Her shrieks of pain ripped through the cabin, piercing the silent air.
In the center, Bill slapped harshly at the insides of Joy's thighs, making her hold them apart even though it made her legs ache. Then, suddenly, he rammed a thumb up her dry cunthole, cutting at her tender flesh with his nail. The sobs coming from the small blond woman in the chains sounded choked because of the fear clutching at her throat.
On the right, the swarthy Tom stared at the body of his lithe wife, suspended before him in the chains. An ugly sneer marked his face as he reached down with one hand and snarled fingers into the pelt of her cunthair. He jerked, lifting her ass completely free of the wall with the weight on the strands of her pussyhair.
"Noooo!" Wanda cried, adding her sounds of agony to the din that was rowing in the room.
"Just a bunch of cry-baby bitches," Bill spat sadistically. "Maybe later we can have a contest to see who can his wife scream the loudest."
"Please, don't!" Becky begged.
Jim laughed at her.
"Before, it was me begging, wasn't it?" he snarled. "Just suck my cock for me and swallow my cum. But no! You didn't want my prick in your pussy, much less spurting in your mouth. Before we're through, you're going to think you're in heaven if I let you lick the sweat off my balls!"
"And you, little bitch," Bill swore at his blonde wife, "you were always too busy running around with your prissy girlfriends. Sometimes I think you'd rather lick their juicy little pussies rather than suck cock like you should. Maybe you'll get your chance now! I think I'll make you tongue these other bitches' leaking cuntholes, and maybe even their shitty assholes, too!"
"No!" Joy shrieked, thrashing in the chains. The threat also gripped Becky with sexual fear, knowing she also might be forced to do the same.
Tom also had harsh words for his wife.
"Ordered me around all the time, didn't you, cunt!" he shouted. "Do this! Do that! Kept the lights turned off so I couldn't see my prick fucking your pussy. Well, I'm going to look now, Wanda! I'm going to have one of my friends stick his cock in your cunt while the other one fucks your mouth, and I might even take pictures. I'll take them down to that Goddamn library of yours and show them to the people you work with all day!"
"No, don't do that!" Wanda gasped desperately.
"Put them on the fucking bulletin board at the supermarket with your address and telephone number beneath!" her husband cackled.
"No, Tom!" the dark girl cried, twisting in her chains.
"Shut up!" her husband shouted, then grabbed her pussyhair again.
He tugged so hard that a small patch of strands was left in his fingers when her body had fallen back to the wall. Her screams rattled the loose panes in the single window of the room, then sobs bubbled from her throat.
Becky was shocked. All three of the husbands were acting like wild men who were intent on torturing their wives. She had never dreamed that Jim would take part in something like that. Perhaps she did boss Jim around a bit, and maybe she did get a little thrill out of denying him her pussy and refusing to suck his cock. But husbands, Becky had thought, were made to control or else they would get out of hand. And it had always worked as she had kept the leash tightly around his neck.
But all that appeared to be ended now. No matter how much she tried to wish it away, she and the other two wives were bound naked and vulnerable by the chains.
The three men backed to the center of the room, laughing and joking about their captive wives. Tom still held strands of his wife's cunt hair and he fluttered them into the air. The other two roared when Jim ducked down and caught some of them in his mouth.
"If you want to eat pussy," Bill chided, "you ought to be a little more direct."
"Yeah," Tom chimed in. "Go over there and sink your teeth into my wife's prissy cunt!"
Jim laughed and scooted over on his knees to the legs of the tall brunette woman. With rough hands, he shoved her legs apart, then drove his face at her cunt. His mouth was open with teeth flashing, and he bit down harshly on her tender pussyflesh.
Wanda erupted in a blood-curdling scream as her outer cuntlips were slicked. Small drops of blood glistened from Jim's front teeth when he scrambled back to his feet. The other two men thought the whole thing hilarious, and Becky was glad it hadn't been her cunt. The brunette woman was still sobbing and thrashing her legs, trying to fight off some of the terrible pain.
"Now, who do we start with?" Bill asked, rubbing his hands together.
"Let's begin on the left and take them in order," Jim said, his mouth sneering and his eyes flashing as he stared directly at his wife.
For a second, what her husband had said didn't register, then Becky realized he was talking about starting with her. Fear suddenly chilled her. No matter how much the cuffs on the chains hurt her, right then all she wanted was to hang there undisturbed.
But Jim was not going to be denied. Bill noticed Jim's enthusiasm and nodded to the eager man.
Jim reached up and unclamped Becky's hands, then twisted them behind her. Again, cold metal bit into her wrists as her husband snapped handcuffs into place.
"Bring her over here," Bill ordered, motioning to a padded platform that had been mounted to the far wall.
The platform was raised almost a foot above the floor of the cabin and was approximately ten feet on all sides. A number of wrist clamps had been mounted around it and, on one side, two padded stakes rose about twelve inches into the air.
Jim pushed her from behind and Becky tumbled face-forward onto the platform. With her wrists cuffed behind her, she couldn't break the fall with her hands. She turned her head to protect her nose and banged into the padding with her cheek. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she rolled over onto her back. Her bound hands lay under her, propping her ass and cunt slightly into the air.
"Hey, Tom," Bill called. "You haven't had your prick in this little bitch. Why don't you get down there and feed some of that big cock into your mouth?"
"Yeah!" Jim exclaimed. "I want to get down there and watch my wife eat prick!"
Becky's eyes were barely clearing from the blow to her cheek. When her eyes finally focused, she saw the swarthy man who was slowly stripping out of his black denim shorts. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged when she saw his cock pop out. His prick was swollen, but only halfway hard with a heavy droop at its end. His cock really didn't look any longer than her husband's, but its thickness stole her breath. His cock looked almost as big around as her wrist and his cockhead was bulging like an apple.
"I can't suck that!" Becky gasped, her face showing her fear.
Just the thought of all that cockmeat stuffed into her mouth had started her jaws to ache.
"Sure you can, baby!" her husband said, laughing. "Or would you rather have his prick rammed into your asshole or cunt?"
Becky cringed. She didn't want Tom's bulky cock-club in any of her fuckholes, and she tried to scramble away. Digging her heels into the padding, she tried to push herself along on her back.
Bill and Jim stepped forward and grabbed her legs, whipping her feet high into the air. Together, they dragged her back the few inches she had managed to get away.
Becky squirmed. Before her, Tom's shorts dropped to the floor and were kicked from his feet. Slowly, Becky's sight climbed the hairy towers of his legs to Tom's heavy hanging balls and his frightening-looking cock.
As she watched, Tom's hunk of prickmeat swelled even farther until it stood rigidly out from his body. Becky had heard that most pricks were different, but she would have never imagined that a cock could have been so thick. Beneath her, her fingers curled and she knew there was no way that one of her hands could ever hold it, and she doubted whether a cunt would ever be able to swallow its terrible girth.
But it wasn't her pussy that was threatened, it was her mouth, and Tom stepped around Jim to straddle her body. He stood above her like a giant, his cock swaying and jerking in its anticipation of raping her mouth.
"No!" Becky squealed as the dark man dropped to his knees over her stomach.
His heavy prick slapped down across her chest and Becky kit as if she had been hit with a club. Her tits rippled from the force of the blow.
Her teeth clenched. Her lips creased in to a tight, thin line. As Tom walked on his knees up her body, Becky was determined to shut his awful prick out.
Suddenly, his large hand flashed out and crashed against her cheek. Becky shrieked in pain and agony, then her cries were muffled by hard cock. The fleshy prickhead of Tom's thick fuck-club was rammed into her screaming mouth.
"Mmmmmph!" Becky gargled, feeling her jaws begin to stretch.
Only his massive cockhead was inside and already her mouth felt pushed out of shape. It was like trying to eat a whole small apple and there was still more prickmeat to come.
Tom's rubbery cockhead pressed down firmly on her tongue, driving it against the bottom of her mouth. She could feel the oddly textured flesh of the bulbous end of his prick. Behind his bulging hot cockhead was a ridge of rolled foreskin, connected on the bottom by a tight band of skin that almost reached his piss-slit.
The skin that covered Tom's prickshaft had a more normal feel. It was like that of the rest of his body, although loose, so it could slip back and forth over his hard cock. Becky's jaws began to ache as the first few inches of Tom's cockshaft pushed into her mouth.
"Goddamn!" Jim shouted as he dropped to his hands and knees at the side of Becky's head. He leaned in until his face was only a foot or so from where Tom's mighty cock was fucking into his wife's mouth. "Look at her fucking lips stretch tight! There's so much cock in there it's going to strangle her to death!"
Becky was afraid Jim might be right. Tom's cock in her mouth was like trying to swallow a fence post and it had already disrupted her breathing. With her mouth open so far, it was hard to suck in air through either her nose or mouth.
The heady smell of crotch sweat drifted up to her nose. The acid taste of perspiration spread out over her tongue. It was the unique sensation of cocksucking, something Becky was only beginning to learn.
"Ah, suck my prick, bitch!" Tom snarled, using his hips to drive his cock hard into her face.
"Fuck her mouth!" Bill said from somewhere out of her sight. "Ram it clear to her throat!"
"Cock-fuck her tonsils!" Jim hissed from right beside her. "I want to see my cunt of a wife swallow long, hard prick!"
Becky gagged when Tom's swollen cockhead jammed to the back of her mouth. Each inch of his swollen prick spread her jaws that much farther. Bones popped in the sides of her face as the joints were pushed out of shape. Rubbery prickflesh plugged the opening to her throat and she had to suck in air through her nose. Saliva dribbled along the sides of Tom's thick cock and ran out of the corners of her mouth. Her spit was like pouring pussyjuice, greasing the fucking of her face.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Becky moaned as Tom's bulging cockhead pistoned against the opening to her throat.
His prick was pounding her mouth with long and steady strokes. Her eyes bulged open, watching Tom's grinding abdomen in her face. Her lower jaw was stretched down until it almost touched her chest, and, at the end of each powerful fuck-thrust, heavy balls bounced against her chin.
"Goddamn!" Tom groaned, his naked ass banging against her tits. "Her fucking mouth is like a tight pussy squeezing down on my cock! I don't think I've ever fucked cunt that was any better than this bitch."
Becky felt her face go completely red with embarrassment and shame. The awful way they were talking only made things that much worse. She was being raped right in the mouth, face fucked furiously, by a man she hardly knew. And, all the time, the three men were laughing and talking about her as if she was nothing more than a hunk of red, raw meat.
Although she couldn't see them, Becky knew the other women would be watching while they hung there painfully in their chains. They would know their times were coming, but it did nothing to calm Becky's shame. To have a hard cock forced all the way into her throat while the other wives watched was almost more humiliation than she could stand.
She tried to scream, panic running through her like a rampaging river in spring. Tom's thick, fucking prick choked off her cry.
"Pound it harder!" Jim hissed lustily, splashing spit onto the side of her face. "I want to see your monstrous cock fucking out her face!"
The lewd urgings drove the facefucking man to thrust with his cock even harder and faster. What had been a constant pounding quickly became a brutal beating. Tom's cockhead was now like a hammer slamming into the back of Becky's mouth. His prickmeat was swelling even bigger, almost dislocating her jaws.
"Harder!" Bill shouted, the fire of lust burning in his eyes. "Punish her! Fill her Goddamn mouth with cum!"
Becky almost swooned. Hard cock beat her. The flesh around her throat was being heavily bruised. Her mouth was totally awash now with her drooling spit. Each time Tom's prickhead jammed hard inside her mouth, saliva burst from her lips.
Gone now was her worry about the other women watching; all she wanted was to survive. Her breath was short and ragged, sucking up through her running nose. Her chest screamed from the shortage of air. Her mind swirled from the brutality of Tom's pounding, oversized cock.
Tom's cockhead ballooned. His fence post of a prick seemed to swell to the size of a tree trunk as it jammed to the back of her mouth. There it stayed, pressing even harder, as the male body above her began to shake.
For a second, Becky panicked as she thought his prick might be rammed down her throat.
Tom's cock erupted with a tremendous wad of cum. The hot, sticky jism blasted in, then swirled around her mouth. Tom's prickhead continued pushing, nuzzling up to her throat. As more of the scalding fuckcream jetted into her mouth, Becky swallowed in self-defense.
Cum greased its all the way down the long tube to ignite in her stomach. Again and again, thick loads of jism were blasted at her and she had to swallow it down. What felt like a gallon of cum had been gulped into her throat before Tom's cock-pulses slowed down.
Becky gagged the stringy masses down her throat. She began to moan as if she had been fatally speared.