Amy · Part 2 (2/2)
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oted that she managed to keep her hands in place. Taking a firm hold of both breasts he lifted her off the ground and quite easily carried her this way to a mattress he had laid out for this purpose.
The pain shot through her straight to her cunt as she now thought of it. She had never expected that being lifted by her breasts would or even could turn her on. She felt herself being tossed onto the ground and expect to feel the pain of impact. The mattress was a surprise. Before she could recover he was on her. She heard his words in her right ear. “Pretty little spoiled cunt like you needs to be fucked real good. I plan to take your cunt and your ass and then finish in that mouth-hole.” Oh God did she want this.
He fucked her like there would never be a chance to have sex again. Using her cunt to get started he pounded her from behind reaching under her to hold her tits for leverage. Without warning he moved to her ass. He felt her shove herself down onto his iron cast cock oblivious to the probable tearing and damage it was causing. He shot his load deep in her ass. Finally he removed her hood and gag and told her to suck his shit covered cock.
“It’s in your best interest to make me cum again quickly cunt.” She heard his words echo in her mind as she took his cock into her mouth. It was covered in her shit and tasted terrible. She had to fight the urge to vomit over and over again but she refused to stop for any reason. She knew that she wasn’t a particularly proficient cocksucker, but what she lacked in talent she tried to make up for with enthusiasm. When he came again she managed to just barely swallow it all.
For a time the two lay in the hot desert sun. Both had had strong orgasm and were quite comfortable with not moving. But as nice as this was Mark had a job to finish. He rolled over and grabbed Amy by the hair and lifted her to her feet. As soon as she started to say something he spit in her face and told her. “Shut the fuck up. Just because you had a nice little orgasm, don’t think that is going to save you from getting what’s coming.” With these last words he was holding her an inch above the ground by her hair.
She knew she was in trouble now. Pain exploded in her head as he held her in place. To an outside observer it would appear as if she didn’t weigh anything at all, his one arm holding her without any effort at all. Try as she might she couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain of her hair being pulled from her head. His spit in her face quickly reminded her, this was not a romantic interlude. “Put your hands at your side cunt.” She heard him say it but doubted she could do it. Then the shaking started. Not a lot but enough to get her attention. By a force of will she manage to lower her hands from his arm and put them at her side. The pain began to ebb away as he lowered her finally to the ground.
“It’s a shame that a good fuck like you has to be wasted out her in the desert. I imagine the crows will have fun feasting on you.” Were there crows in the high desert? Damn if he knew or cared. He had her terrified again and that’s what he wanted. He forced her to drink a full liter of water. It wouldn’t last long but it would help replenish what she had already used having sex. Now it was time to tie the brat up and get her put away. He had considered a number of methods to accomplish his task finally settling on the very same zip ties as before. With enough and in the right places she probably wouldn’t be able to move more than a slight wiggle. He had brought out nearly a thousand assorted sizes for the task. “Lay down on your tits cunt.”
This was it she knew. After the romp in the hay so to speak he was back to business. Offers of sex to change his mind meant nothing now that he had used her in every way imaginable in a short two hours. As she lay on the mattress she wondered how this would end. Probably he would tie her and let her spend the night in the desert and then release her in the morning. The first zip tie was in the same place around her elbows as the one in the trunk was. That seemed a lifetime ago now. But then another and another followed each pulled tighter that the last and the old ones being retightened. Her elbows were literally crushed into each other in a painful way. The ties continued both up and down her arms until she was encased in one very unrelenting zip tie arm binder.
Mark had to marvel at the way her shoulder looked. Her shoulder blades were quite nearly touching. The pain of such a restrictive tie had to be unbelievable. Yet, she made no real complaints besides occasional moans and whimpers. Next he flipped her over onto her back and got out to two large suction tubes. The big heavy glass suction devices quickly sucked in her breasts and held them firmly. He left them for now and moved to head. First he removed her earrings. Then he used foam earplugs to reduce the noise she would be able to hear. Next he picked up the now filthy panties that had been discarded before and stuffed them dirt and all into her mouth.
He took three more large zip ties and used them to hold the panties in place and causing more pain as he tightened them much tighter than necessary. Next he took another rag and placed it over her mouth and secured it in place with several layers of duct tape. The sun was beating down on him and he decided to take a quick break here.
He left her to go get something to drink. It was his first drink she noted since she had her hood removed. How long ago was that? The gag was close to choking her but she was able to deal with it for now. What hurt were her tits and shoulders. She wasn’t sure how long she could hold this position. From her research, she learned that bondage models that had been put into really tight bondage were only able to hold that position for a short time. Ten maybe twenty minutes tops. She expected that she would be in this position much longer. She wondered as to why he wanted to put suction devices on her tits at first, but as the pain continued to grow she had a good idea that he knew what he was doing. He came over and pumped the suction again pulling more of her already dark purple tits into the tubes. She waited as she expected them to explode in the tubes any second now.
He waited a bit longer for her tits to swell in the tubes before taking zip ties and attaching them to the base of each breasts. He used three ties at each base for maximum potential. Removing the tubes and tightening the ties at the same time resulted in two big dark purple balls on Amy’s chest. He fondled her tits and nipples as he spoke to her. “This will help sensitize your breasts and especially your nipples for the next assault on them.”
Just the light touch on her nipples was now painful to her. To think he had more in mind for her was almost too much for her. The gag was now muffling her desperate pleas to stop. All her screaming and yelling came out muted even to her ears. It was useless now. She didn’t have long to wait for the next step. He flipped her over onto her stomach and showed her the butt plug he held in his hand. It was easily twice the diameter of his cock that had been in her ass before and a good ten inches long. He whispered in her ear loud enough to her him. “You won’t like this. Not now. Not in a few hours. In fact cunt, I doubt you will ever come to like this in your ass.
Of course the rear locking device will ensure you can’t remove it.” Her eyes went wide as he pushed the pack lever down and the portion near the end expanded to three times the width. He demonstrated the locking device. She began to fight in real terror for the first time.
He held on to her quite easily. He lubed the plug very liberally. It would go in and it would be painful but if he did it right that’s all it would be is painful and probably some minor tearing. He worked on her ass for nearly a full thirty minutes before he managed to get the plug all the way in her ass and locked into place. Satisfied he pulled a pair of rubber panties on her. Now he moved on to restraining her legs. This was again accomplished with the liberal use of zip ties. Instead of putting her into a ball tie or hog tie he opted for leaving her in a prone position.
She wanted to be helpless. She wanted to understand the real meaning of not being able to stop someone else from doing whatever they wanted to do to you. She was fairly sure she was getting her wish. She could move but it was very limited and extremely painful to do so. She watched as he walked away and wondered if he was done. She should have known better when he returned with a heavy steel cage. He opened the front panel and laid her in the cage with all but her head in the cage. Closing the panel he told her this was the start of the really fun part.
He looked down at the tight purple balls on her chest and with an afterthought said. “Oh yeah. Almost forgot. These are carpet clamps. There are designed to hold the floor mats in place in your car. See the nice pointy spikes? The spring is tremendously strong as well. I tried to test them on myself but couldn’t find a spot I could tolerate the pain.” Taking hold of each nipple, he applied the clamps. It was a pure explosion of pain for her. Her vision had even darkened from such an overload all at once. Once her breathing returned to something approaching normal, he took a ten pound mallet he proceeded to lock shut the cage by permanently riveting the cage closed. Then he walked away.
Pounding steel rivets in this heat really took a lot out of a man thought Mark as he grabbed some more water. Getting her back out was not going to be as hard as she would think though. The other side of the cage was simple held in with quick release pins. Finishing his impromptu break, Mark went over to get the back hoe. He had already dug a hole in the ground and now it was time to put his guest in it. He used the hoe to lift the whore and lower her into the hole. Lots of puns there he thought to himself. He lowered her until her head with just above ground level and stopped. Next using a shovel he filled in the hole with dirt and water and more dirt until the ground around her head was a packed level piece of land.
She watched in amazement as she was reduced to a head in the ground. She had seen this on the web enough times to be turned on by the idea and figured the girl under the ground would be simply able to get out on her own. Well that wasn’t happening here. In the desert sun the ground dried quickly and any movement she had before became non-existent. She continued to watch as he cleaned up his mess tossing the shovel in the trunk.
Finally she heard him say. “Well Amy, it’s been fun and all. And damn if you weren’t a good fuck. Unfortunately for you I’m on my way to take a very long trip around the world in my new yacht. I doubt I will ever return to LA or even the USA. This old property here never gets visitors. I would imagine that you won’t be found for a very long time. Well, I guess I better take a piss now.“ He proceeded to piss all over Amy’s head. “Have fun now! Oops, forgot my bag.” Amy covered in piss, suffering in intense pain watch as Mark walked around the building and out of sight.
Three
Kristen had watched the entire scene unfold from the other building staying out of sight from Amy. She knew beforehand what was going to happen and voiced her concerns in the planning stages. She and Mark had gone back and forth about a few things but finally came to an agreement. It was exciting watching them fuck each other. It was also heartbreaking watching him applying the clamps to her nipples knowing that in the end Amy might lose her breasts. In the contract that Amy and Mark had signed, Amy specifically asked for him to be both brutal and cruel to her and that any part of her body could be forfeit to achieve the goal. Mark explained to her that Amy expected to lose her arms from this ordeal. “The overall point was for Amy to experience the complete utter helpless feeling that only comes when you believe that you have absolutely no control over what happens to you.”
As Mark finished his last words to Amy it was time for Kristen to do her part. In the plan Amy had been positioned in just such a way that she could see part of the car but not all of it and not the driver’s side at all. Once Mark was out of sight, Kristen waited a minute and then hefting the bag Mark went to get, walked out to the car. She tossed the bag in the passenger seat and got it. Closing the door she drove off. She would not be returning here.
Amy cried as she watched Mark get in the car and drive away. Her rational side knew he would turn around and come back and release her. That agreement was losing the battle as the dust cloud got further and further away. Sometime later she noted with a bit of irony that the sunset was actually quite beautiful. She wondered if she would survive to see the sunrise.
In the building Mark watched Amy. The plan called for him to release her just after dark. They would sleep there and then meet up with Kristen in LA the following day. He watched the sunset as did Amy. Finally it was time to get her. He stood up and began to walk to the door. A movement caught his attention for a split second before he fell. As he hit his head he knew it was a mistake not to have Kristen come back that night.
Prolog
The sun rose as it had for milions of years. In complete and total agony Amy watched as the sun rose higher and the heat began to build. She was surprised that she was alive at this point. Much of her body was no longer in pain simply numb. Breathing was difficult at best. Kristen sat at her bedside and smiled. It had been a very long three days, but both Amy and Mark survived. Amy’s breasts had survived despite the tremendous abuse. Her arms however were lost forever.
Investigators had looked at the contracts and the plans very carefully and in the end felt that had things gone as planned it would have been overall safe, if a bit extreme. The unfortunate accident on the part of Mark Knowles was unforeseen and could not have been anticipated. The decision by Kristen to return that night instead of waiting until morning was seen as fortuitous.
Author’s note: This story is set as a fantasy only. Please do not attempt this as it could have gone very wrong. On a side note I do not expect that this is the end of the story between Amy, Mark and Kristen.
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