For their next punishment, the husbands took the women in turn. By doing it that way, all three men could focus in on the torture of a single wife.
The first to go was Wanda, limp-bodied and gangly now that most of the starch had gone out of her pride. The dark-haired girl felt battered, although her deeply tanned skin didn't show the results of the beatings as much as that of the other girls. Still, Wanda could still feel each lash from the riding crop and would have sworn she could go back and count every lusty stroke of their cocks. Her whole body was sore from fucking and sucking, and her asshole only recently had returned to its proper shape. As they unlatched her from the wall, she was puzzled over what they could do to her next.
"Hey, Tom," Bill said as they hauled Wanda into the center of the platform several feet away from the other women. "Didn't I see you pulling out some of this bitch's cunthair when she was dangling on the other wall?"
"Yeah," the swarthy, short man exclaimed, pushing Wanda over onto her back.
He reached down at her pussy and grabbed a handful of her raven-black pussyhair. He tugged, lifting her ass clear off the padding before letting it smack back into place.
"You must like naked, hairless cunt," Jim said.
"Love it," Tom grunted, licking his lips like a hungry animal. "But every time I've asked her to shave her pussy, she tells me that I'm crazy as a loon."
"You want to help her shave that hair?" Bill asked.
"Yeah," Tom answered. "You got a razor we can use?"
"I have something better than that," Bill said. "And it lets your little bitch wife decide whether her cunt's going to keep on having any hair. She tells you no, but maybe my little experiment will make her change her mind."
Wanda cringed, but creeping into her awareness along with the revulsion was the beginnings of a thrill when she heard the men talk that way. She couldn't decide when she had first felt that delicious feeling, but it was probably while Tom had been cornholing her ass. After that, licking the other girl's shithole had almost driven her wild, and Wanda had been disappointed when they had dragged her back to the wall.
It took two of them to carry in the heavily weighted stand. Atop it was a device like a small saddle with tacky material covering the seat. Just where her pussy would be, a small hole allowed a wire through from the base. It was connected to a cylinder that looked like a short, fat metal sausage.
Bill greased the metal thing down, but, still, it was so thick that Wanda winced when they shoved it up her cunthole. Her cuntmouth closed around it, locking it tightly inside.
She looked down between her legs. She looked ridiculous with a wire running from her cunt. She tried to see where it went under the stand, but it disappeared somewhere inside.
They forced her onto the saddle and up against the horn, taking time out to cover her crotch with thick, pasty goo.
What the hell was going on? she wondered. The whole thing had become so silly that she almost wanted to laugh. Then she tried to adjust her ass on the seat.
"Ouch!" she yelped as every cunt hair yanked at her skin.
She wanted to reach down, but the men grabbed her arms. They bent them behind her and handcuffs locked them into place.
Cautiously, she used her toes to lift herself, then groaned and settled back when her whole cunt-muff pulled tight.
"Tom!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes. "I'm stuck! All of my pussyhair is stuck!"
"Too damn bad, isn't it!" Bill laughed in her face. "I guess you'll just have to sit there as long as you can. But I do want you to know something about that cylinder we shoved up your cunt. It's connected to a rheostat that I've just plugged into the wall. But the connections not tight, bitch — all you have to do to break the current is get up off, the seat!"
She couldn't believe it until she felt the first mild tingle inside her pussyhole. It began like an itch deep down where she couldn't scratch, but quickly became a real discomfort as Bill turned the dial located low in front of the device.
Wanda moaned. The current was almost too much to stand. She hoped that was as much current as there was and that it wouldn't go on for too long.
"That's number two on a dial with ten numbers," Bill chided her. "You shouldn't even feel it this soon. But if I ever get up to number ten, that's direct current off the line. Then we'll have charred wife to fill our stomachs with tonight."
The current doubled, and Wanda gasped and jerked in the seat. It felt like fire running up and down the wetness of her pussy, carrying the electricity deeply into her guts. When she jumped, her whole cunt-mound screamed in agony as every tiny hair tugged viciously at her skin.
"No, please!" she screamed as the current stepped up again.
Now it felt like a torch had been shoved up her cunthole. Every muscle in her lower body was trembling from the charge, and the pain was intense.
"There's number four," Bill said sadistically. Jim and Tom crowded around him to see. "Every number will double the current until you're taking every bit."
"Aaeeiii!" Wanda shrieked as the rheostat was stepped up again.
Her body leaped in the saddle and a few cunt hairs around the edges of her pussy-mound tore out.
"Aaarrgh!" She choked on the pain, brutalized by the agony both inside her pussy and out.
Her throat had tightened. She felt like hands were strangling her and her breaths were coming hard.
She grunted as the electricity doubled again.
"Number six!" Bill crowed.
"You better get off the saddle!" Jim shouted.
"Tear your cunthair out!" Tom screamed, spit running down his chin.
It hurt so viciously bad. No longer could Wanda tell one pain from the other. Both of them drove her wild. More and more she was coming up on her toes, yanking the weaker strands of pussyhair from her skin.
An increase in electricity slammed her again. Her breath was totally gone. Her whole body shook almost mindlessly, driven by a primitive lust to survive.
When the rheostat hit eight, survival took over. Her body jerked and her legs stiffened into a leap. When the resistance of her pussyhair was met, the strength of her muscles drove through. It took three tremendous jerks to get the job completely done, but finally Wanda tumbled backward from the saddle. She was delirious by the time she hit the floor, never looking down to see her pussy bleed. Behind her, still locked to the glue and tacky material of the saddle, was every cunthair she owned.
Becky was taken next. The moaning Wanda was locked back up. Becky kept her legs locked tightly together hoping the men wouldn't notice how wet she had become. Pussyjuices streaked through her cunthole and leaked from her pussy. Just watching the men ram that metal thing up Wanda's cunt had turned her pussy on.
What was happening to her? Becky didn't understand. Just listening to the other women piss in the night had made her tingle, and her cunt had shot fire when Jim had pissed in her face. Licking Wanda's asshole had made her own pussy slick and, after her shitter had stretched and stopped hurting, cornholing hadn't been so bad at all. Now when she thought of those randy throbbing cocks fucking her ass, it left her excited and short of breath.
But there wasn't much time to think, for Bill had devised something special for Becky. He left briefly, then came back, tossing a huge dildo onto the padded platform next to one of her hands.
"What's this?" she asked in surprise.
Really, there was little doubt. It looked just like a giant rubber cock that was longer than any of the men's pricks and at least two inches bigger around. Even Tom's massive salami prick couldn't compare with the thickness of the dildo.
"You're going to fuck it up your cunt while we get down close and watch," Bill snapped, pushing her with the sole of his foot.
Becky landed flat on her back, then lifted her head up to stare at the men. Anger flared at the rude treatment.
"I'm not going to do that!" Becky said firmly. "Thai thing's too big. It'll hurt! You can hold me down and do it to me, but you can't make me do it to myself!"
"We'll see," Bill said. He turned to his friends. "Lock her wrists and ankles into the clamps and let's spreadeagle her on the floor."
Four adjustable clamps rose from the padding. Jim took her hands and locked her wrists tightly, pulling them at wide angles beyond her shoulders and head. Tom took her feet and clamped them into the braces, spreading her legs until the joints in her hips felt jammed. When the cuffs were tightened, they held Becky stretched out with her limbs like four balanced spokes of a wheel.
"You ever hear somebody call a pussy a honey pot?" Bill asked the other men.
"Yeah, once," Tom replied.
"They used to call a cunt that at school," Jim said. He glanced down at his naked wife. "I tried to get her to squirt whipped cream up her pussy once and let me lick it out, but the bitch just snickered up her nose and called it a filthy idea."
"Well, we can change that," Bill said. "Jim, go get that pail of honey and the kitchen syringe from the other cabin and we'll make this pussy good enough to cat."
When Jim got back, Bill sucked ounces of the golden nectar into the syringe, and then forced the long tube up Becky's cunt. When he pushed the plunger, it felt like warm cream flowing over the inner walls of her pussy. She winced, but it was mostly for show; the honey really felt good swishing around up there. Once again, she derided herself for responding to their evil treatment and wished those pleasant little tingles would go away.
"Now that we've got it ready to eat, I have just the little friends that might be interested," Bill said and turned to leave the cabin.
When he came back, he carried a closed box and a two-foot length of glass tubing.
He handed the box to Tom, who opened it. Jim stepped up to look inside. When he saw what was there, he threw back his head and laughed loud enough to shake the rafters.
"Get that little shovel thing, Jim, and scoop me up some of those little fuckers," Bill ordered. "Then shake them into the end of this tube."
Becky's mouth dropped open as she watched. "You can't do that to me!" she screamed. Bill shrugged. "All we were going to do was watch you fuck your cunt with that rubber cock. But you told us that we couldn't make you do that. Now we'll see if our little friends help you change your mind."
Becky squealed as one end of the glass tube was shoved deeply into her honey-dripping cunt. Near the other end swarmed dozens of ants where Jim had shaken them in. Bill pinched one small critter that was escaping against the side of the glass. Then he leaned down to the tubing, placing his mouth over the end. He blew. Almost a hundred crawling ants rocketed into Becky's gaping cunt.
"No!" she shrieked.
The first of the ants found their feet. Then the whole inside of her pussy was alive with crawling insects. Both, the heat of her cunthole and the profusion of honey was driving the little beasts wild, and they ran back and forth stopping only long enough to nip.
"Oh, God, stop this crazy thing!" Becky wailed, her mind jumping circles around in her head. Insects were one of her worst nightmares and now she had a hundred of them inside!
"They're biting! They're biting the inside of my cunt! Get them out of there — I'll do anything!"
Bill stooped down by her head. His swollen cock arched outward, then downward, swollen but not completely hard with desire. Becky's face turned frantically toward him, her eyes pleading in panicky desperation.
"We can't do anything about those little fuckers," he mocked her in a serious voice. "They're our friends. But, if you want, we can give you that battering rain of a dildo and let you mash those little freaks in your cunt."
"Yes, yes!" Becky gasped. "Anything!"
He nodded to Jim and Tom, who quickly unclamped her hands. Then Bill tossed the monstrous dildo onto her stomach and watched as she scrambled at it with her hands. When she had it by the base, she plunged it toward her cunt as if it was a sword she was trying to jam in.
The honey greased the dildo into her pussy. Becky rammed it to the end of her cunt channel with all of her might. The mouth of her cunthole was stretched sorely out of shape by its girth, but she didn't give that a thought. All she wanted to do — all her mind could accept — was killing the insects that were eating the inside of her cunt.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted.
She slammed the dildo into her pussy. Her cunthole was on fire, a forest of burning bites, and she used the slamming rubber fucker to try to put the blazes out.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she growled.
She rammed the thick, phony prick into her sloshing cunt. She wasn't aware she had started to speak like she had never done before.
"Motherfucking cunthole!" she screamed as she hammered the phony cock into her pussy.
Her ass arched off the padding to give herself a better angle to drive the dildo home. Inside, ants were dying by the dozens, mashed into pulp, as the rubber cockhead slammed to the end of her fuck-channel. Even after the last bite had long stopped, the wild young wife kept fucking herself as the three men lay on their stomachs watching her honey-dripping cunthole eat fake cock. Joy was the most confused of all. Watching Wanda be tortured with the electrified cunt-plug had made Joy's pussy drip, and Becky fucking herself with the dildo had caused Joy's legs to rub together. With just the right pressure, she had learned to jolt herself through a series of short cums.
And now it was her turn. Becky was dragged back to the wall, where her hands and feet were clamped into place.
Joy was pulled into the center of the platform and forced onto her stomach. Then hands lifted her waist and a hard, rolled pillow was forced into the crook of her legs. Her feet then were fitted into the sliding clamps, pushed up close to lock her knees against the cushion. When her hands were clamped into the other cuffs, she was on knees and forearms with her ass jutting up into the air.
"Are you going to cornhole my ass?" she whimpered as Bill raked his fingernails painfully over the flesh of her hips.
Her shithole puckered at the thought, but there was something about the idea that set off a small spark in her guts. Joy didn't think she wanted hard cock pounding her asshole, but something inside her was trying to say different.
"Naw," her husband mocked her. "I've had enough assfucking for now. What Jim and I want is for you to suck on our long, hard cocks."
"Hey," Tom called in feigned anger. "You do what you want, but I want to fuck her ass!"
"Her shithole, Tom?" Bill chided his friend. "You know what's in there? Shit, that's what! Before I'd stick that ass-ripper of yours up there, I'd make damn sure the shithole is clean. Come on with me — I've got just the thing. While Jim and I are getting our cocks sucked, you can clean out her ass."
They brought back a stand that held up a large bottle of soapy water. They positioned it behind Joy, draping the rubber tubing down toward her ass. At the end of the tube, a black nozzle jutted out like a finger.
"Jim and I are going to get our cocks sucked," Bill instructed Tom. "You jam this nozzle up her asshole then turn this little stopcock. And don't turn it off until she swallows cum from both of our pricks."
Joy moaned.
"I won't be able to stand it long enough to suck one of your cocks then the other," she whimpered, remembering the pain of a stretched belly from enemas her mother had given her as a child.
"Didn't I tell you?" Bill laughed. "You're going to suck both of them at the same time."
Bill lay down to the left of her head and Jim to the right, scooting their asses together until their legs interlaced. Their bodies joined at the groins beneath her upraised face and she was looking down at their two towering cocks.
"Goddamn," Bill chortled. "Your fucking balls are hot next to mine. They must be stewing up cum to shoot into my wife's throat."
"Damn right!" Jim exclaimed as he used one hand to hold his cock straight up toward Joy's mouth. The entire length of his throbbing fuck shaft ran along Bill's rigid prick. Their cockheads thumped together, sharing their heat, making one big cock to stuff Joy's mouth completely full.
The nozzle pierced her asshole. Warmth began to spread in her guts. Already the enema had started and she hadn't even forced her mouth around their cocks.
"Remember, bitch," her husband snarled, "he doesn't turn off that nozzle until you swallow cum from both of our pricks. And you better not let one drop of that enema leak out onto the floor or you'll be down there with your mouth licking it up."
Joy opened wide, but still it wasn't enough. She forced Bill's prick into the left side of her mouth then worked hard at trapping Jim's. Finally she had both of them inside, although ha jaws had started to pop. Three inches of the double-cock ran in over her tongue as the first water cramp started wringing her guts.
Joy's intestines began to bloat. The soapy water began filling every nook and cranny. Muscles protested, stretching then knotting, sending enema pains rippling along.
Oh, God, she thought desperately. Already it was beginning to hurt. Everything inside her felt blown up like a balloon and, more water was running in to make it worse.
Hard cock stuffed her mouth from cheek to cheek. Her head rose and fell, keeping as much pressure as possible on the rigid flesh of their cockshafts. Two cocks were almost too much for her to handle, but she had to make them spurt cum before her bowels got relief. Desperately she raced, rubbing their cocks together and licking on them with her tongue to try to hurry the jism up from the balls.
"Oh, man," Jim groaned. "Double cocksucking must be the best!"
"My balls are in an uproar!" Bill hissed, shoving up to help double-fuck his wife's face.
"Shit!" Tom exclaimed from behind at her aching ass. "She must have already taken a gallon!"
Joy felt like it was ten gallons instead. Her guts were about to explode. She fought against the pressure as the water threatened to blow back out of her ass.
"I'm going to do it!" Jim moaned beneath her.
"Get ready, I'm about to blast!" Bill roared. Suddenly, the two cocks in her mouth pulsed and erupted, shooting their combined jism clear to her throat. Gushes of cum poured out, one spurt matching the other, as she gobbled prick and swallowed cum. When their pricks had spouted their last and Joy had gulped it down, she raised her head from their two poles of fuckmeat and howled an animal scream. The nozzle jerked from her asshole and her legs and arms were released, and she jumped up and ran out, barely making it to the edge of the yard before her assring gave way and she fountained a dirty stream.