Wrecker

CAT

Cat focused the viewfinder on the blonde dangling from the engine hoist, then carefully placed the phone on the counter beside her, leaning down to peer through it and adjust the angle. The little redhead tucked a few stray strands of dark copper hair behind her ear. Her fingers were shaking.

"Let's start with a little background, shall we? Tell us all about the first time you let a guy shove his dick in your ass, Kirstie." Cat hopped off the counter and ambled over to the blonde, who hung limp and mute from the chain, hands slowly turning from red to blue above the taut rubber strap. Her honey-toned hair, lank and damp, curtained her tear-stained face and stuck to her neck and cleavage, which glistened with a thin sheen of salt-bordered sweat. The black denim skirt was rucked up around her waist; the girl's pink thong strap drooped over one  trembling, softly curved hip. Cat's eyes flickered over her captive's full, round tits again. Kirstie's nipples were purple and swollen, clenched tightly between the metal teeth of the jumper cable clamps.

 

The redhead hunkered down in front of the battery charger and flipped the switch, her green eyes locked on the trussed blonde.

 

 

Cat flinched as Kirstie's scream tore through her. It seemed to go on and on, as the bound girl bucked and jerked convulsively, her body tightly strung in a rigid, attenuated arc between her strapped wrists and  ankles.

 

Cat flipped the switch off. Her nipples were achingly hard, so that even her soft, worn t-shirt presented disturbing friction to the stiff, peaked nubs. A dull throb of arousal pulsed low in her belly; her cunt clutched involuntarily, slick-lipped and warm.

 

 

The redhead rose unsteadily to her feet. "Well, slut?"

***

Kirstie's frozen scream had liquefied into twitchy, terrified, gurgling moans that rocked her suspended, half-naked body. Her head swiveled sluggishly on her shoulders, her huge brown glazed eyes rolling like an electrocuted calf's.

 

When she finally focused on Cat, the blonde's moans cut off abruptly. The slim redhead had slipped a slender pale hand under the low-slung waistband of her jeans; Kirstie could see Cat's fingers moving under the tightly stretched denim covering Cat's crotch.

 

The blonde's plea for mercy died on her lips. "M-my  first boyfriend, f-freshman year," she croaked hoarsely, her gaze riveted between the redhead's blue-clad thighs. "He got me drunk..."

 

Her voice dwindled to a halting whisper.

 

"Drunk...I suppose you think that excuses your dirty whore behavior?" Cat pulled her fingers from her slippery cunt and smeared them over the blonde's mouth, before grabbing Kirstie's chin tightly in her slender fingers. The redhead leaned in, snarling, her breath hot and harsh on the bound blonde's neck. "Masturbation is normal and healthy, bitch. Everyone does it."

 

Cat straightened and stared at Kirstie's face. The blonde's cheekbones bore blotches of dark, shamed red; the redhead's fingertips dug viciously into Kirstie's round, sweet face and distorted Kirstie's lips into a shiny pucker, gleaming with Cat's juice.

 

"Unlike taking a guy's cock up your asshole. That's just disgusting... You must have liked it though, because you made assfucking a regular habit, didn't you?" Cat's green eyes drifted back to  the silent blonde's clamped, tortured nipples.

 

"I'm waiting for an answer, you perverted cunt." Cat squeezed the handles of the red jumper clamp and removed it. She watched, fascinated, as Kirstie's puffy purple nipple throbbed and changed colors, then glanced briefly at the blonde's face when Kirstie whined miserably and bit her lower lip.

 

The slender redhead hooked a forefinger under the suspended blonde's thong strap, and gave it an experimental tug. The strap slid down Kirstie's silky bronzed thigh, exposing a carefully trimmed patch of wispy golden pubic hair and a moist pink slit.

 

Kirstie's wet brown eyes widened as Cat taunted, nipping at the air with the red-handled clamp, scant millimeters from the girl's vulnerable pussy.

 

"N-no... Cathy... p-please don't..."

 

 

The dangling blonde arched her back in a fruitless effort to shift her  hips away from the clicking metal teeth, but succeeded only in swinging even closer as her body oscillated between the straps tethering her ankles and the creaking chain above.

 

"I don't like anal, it h-hurts..." she said.

 

 

Cat tilted her pale, pretty face up to meet the blonde's eyes, huge and darkly lustrous with terrorized humiliation. The redhead's thin-lipped smirk faded, but the slender hand gripping the red clamp hung motionless in the air, the metal alligator nose barely grazing the blonde's pubic fuzz as Kirstie swayed helplessly in her binds.

 

 

"Just tell me why, then, Kirstie." Cat's voice was soft. "Why did you let Zane fuck your ass?"

 

 

"I...I w-wanted to please him." Kirstie swallowed hard. "I only did it b-because he asked..."

 

Cat grabbed Kirstie's hip and brought her pendulum motion to an abrupt halt. The little redhead reached down and pinched one of Kirstie's pussy lips between thumb and forefinger, stretching it downward. The red clamp sank metal teeth into the blonde's labial fold.

 

Then Cat yanked the black clamp from the blonde's big, bobbing tit, leaving trailing red rake marks on the bruised nipple. She reached for Kirstie's pussy; the blonde's cunt lip was wet and slippery in Cat's fingers. The little redhead clipped the black cable clamp to Kirstie's pussy and took a step back, seeking the blonde's huge, dark eyes with her own.

 

The slim redhead's fine-boned hand drifted upward, as slowly as if in a dream. Cat wiggled her slick, glistening fingers in Kirstie's face, her green eyes locked on Kirstie's . The redhead's expression was intent, almost pensive.

 

Kirstie lowered her eyes.

 

Cat's greenfire gaze zoomed in on her bound captive's cunt again.

 

Cat watched the hanging blonde's thighs tremble and strain, her hips gyrating obscenely as Kirstie made desperate and futile attempts to shed the jumper cables. The restrained blonde moaned incoherently. With an effort the redhead dragged her eyes from her prisoner's spasming pussy lips, macerated in the jagged metal teeth of the clamps, back to Kirstie's face. The blonde was weeping helplessly.

 

Cat grabbed a fistful of  damp yellow hair and tilted Kirstie's face toward her own. Then the redhead bounced up on her toes and lapped a fat teardrop from Kirstie's flushed cheek with the pink tip of her tongue.

 

Cat released Kirstie's hair. The trussed blonde's head dropped heavily from Cat's grip and hung listlessly between her tawny, overstretched shoulders. The redhead bent over the jump starter and flipped the switch.

 

Cat shoved her hand back down inside her jeans.  The slender redhead's fingertips stroked and circled and rolled her own pulsing clit, like a bead in oil, as her blonde captive jerked and twisted and screamed.

And screamed.

 

 

 

 

  ***

 

 

 

Cat flipped the switch to the off position. Gradually the blonde's convulsive jerking waned until her body hung limp and her violent thrashing ebbed into random involuntary twitches and tremors.

 

Cat watched the blonde's rigid, tortured face: a thin rivulet of blood-tinged drool oozed from a corner of Kirstie's mouth, stretched by pain into a tight grimace. The dangling blonde's eyelids fluttered, showing glimmers of white beneath her lashes.

 

Then the movement of her captive's voluptuous golden tits caught the redhead's eye, bobbing unevenly as her chest rose and fell with her ragged panting. The blonde's nipples had almost returned to normal, only slightly swollen and rosily contused, framed by jagged red scrape marks left by the serrated jaws of the clamps.

 

Cat stepped on the floor pedal. The chain above the blonde's head creaked and lengthened, lowering her until Kirstie's feet were flat on the cement. The blonde's knees wobbled and then buckled.

 

Cat paused to unstrap her prisoner's ankles before continuing to lower the blonde by her chained wrists. In seconds Kirstie was on her knees. The thick black jumper cables snaked out from between her legs, winding sinuously back to the starter box.

 

Cat stepped in front of her and braced a blue-jeaned thigh between the blondes's heavy tits before slipping the hook from her bound wrists, easing back slowly and letting Kirstie slide forward from the waist to the stained cement.

 

The blonde didn't protest or move as the redhead strapped her wrists behind her again.With the box cutter, Cat ripped through black denim and pink silk, tossing her prisoner's skirt and thong in the corner with the rest of her shredded clothing. The fair-haired captive, stripped naked, whimpered and pressed her torso more tightly to the ground.

 

 

Cat tilted her head and studied the blonde's position: the side of Kirstie's face lay flat on the cement in a small puddle of drool, her tits squashed under her, bruised nipples smashed against the cold hard floor, all framed by wet, dark gold curls. The blonde's bound hands slowly changed from dusky blue to stinging, tingling red where they lay behind the girl's tiny waist. Cat's eyes traced the flare of Kirstie's waist into the soft curves of hips and the perfect round globes of her ass, quivering in the air, irresistibly defenseless.

 

"That's perfect, don't move." Cat scanned the room, her green eyes narrowed and measuring. "Time to show all the kids at home how you take it up your ass, you fucking slut."

 

***

 

 

 

 

Cat prowled around the mechanic bay, gathering various items along with the cell phone. She returned to stand behind the bound blonde, who had followed the redhead with her big brown eyes but not stirred from her face-to-the-floor, ass-in-the-air position, except to weakly flex her numb fingers.

 

Cat unfolded a step ladder, plopped down on the top step, and bent to  clamp a vise to the lower step. She seated the socket driver carefully in the vise, adjusting the angle until it aimed directly at Kirstie's puckered asshole, before tightening it down.

Cat picked up the cell and focused the viewfinder on the end of the wrench, slowly panning the twenty-odd inches to blonde's ass. "Showtime, bitch."

 

Kirstie twisted her shoulders and neck to stare behind her. The dazed blonde focused her soft, wet brown eyes with effort, first on the gleaming socket driver, and then, uncomprehendingly, on the slender redhead.

 

"Wait, you're right...I forgot the lube." Cat reached for the can of motor oil, popped the  lid, and drizzled a liberal share of thick brown grease over the wrench.

"There you go. Now, back up to it and shove it up your ass." The redhead shifted on her perch atop the stepladder and peered through the viewfinder, one eye closed.

 

Cat tore several strips from a roll of electrical tape and carefully taped the cell to the top step of the ladder, keeping her eyes on the tiny screen unfolded between her legs.

"And make it look sexy, you little whore. We're selling a new paradigm here."

***

 

Kirstie froze.

Cat's eyes drifted to the battery charger. "Come on, you stupid cunt." The redhead rose and strolled over to the box. "Don't you want to share your anal expertise?"

 

"Please, Cathy..." The blonde's plea was a strained, barely audible whisper. "Please, don't make me do this."

 

The little redhead bent over the jump starter and gathered the heavy black cables in her hand. Cat snapped her wrist and watched the resulting wave ripple along the cables all the way to the clamps crushing the helpless blonde's pussy between metal jaws.

 

Kirstie let out a choked squawk as the clamps swung and chewed into her tormented pussy lips. The bound girl shuffled back a few agonized inches toward the greased tool.

 

Cat smiled grimly. "You're not going to make me shock you again, are you?"

 

The blonde scrambled awkwardly backward on her knees, until she felt the cold, oiled metal tube part her satiny, rounded ass cheeks.

 

Cat slipped a hand between her own slim thighs, rubbing her throbbing, tingling pussy through her jeans.  Her breaths, coming short and fast through her parted lips, sounded harshly over the pounding pulse in her ears. Her eyes were riveted on her captive's trembling rump and the shiny socket driver.

"Now fuck your ass." The slender redhead brushed her damp palms over her own nipples, standing stiffly erect on her tight little tits, as she returned to her perch on the step ladder.

The blonde haltingly pressed her hips back, angling her tender pucker against the wrench hesitantly and immediately recoiling.

"Pretend it's Zane's cock, you worthless slut," Cat hissed.

Kirstie turned her face to the floor and sobbed. She tightened her jaw, but an agonized grunt escaped her clenched teeth as she pressed her tensed anus against the socket driver and pushed against the greasy tool until it popped through her tight little sphincter.

 

 

Cat squirmed on the hard wooden step. Hot currents of electric arousal coiled around the base of her spine and flowed down her inner thighs; her pussy was a seam of pulsing liquid fire. She couldn't tear her eyes from the sight of her bound blonde rival, degraded and anally penetrated, sniveling helplessly at her feet. She was so close to cumming she didn't dare touch herself.

"You call that fucking, you whore?" Cat lifted a booted foot and rested the lug sole on one of Kirstie's smooth, golden asscheeks. "Don't tell me you just lie there like an inflatable fuckdoll when Zane shoves his cock up your  ass?"

Kirstie made a few sluggish, reluctant grinding motions with her soft, curvy hips, trying to keep the wrench from poking any deeper into her spasming rectum.

The slender redhead gave the blonde's ass a small tap with her boot. "Such a passive, dumb little cunt. Not very erotic, but I guess you make up for it with your uncomplaining docility." Cat rose to a standing position, put more weight over her boot on the restrained blonde's ass and pushed her off the wrench.

"You're nothing but a brainless, big-teated cow, Kirstie." Cat leaned down to curl her fingers around the slippery socket driver, loosening the vise with her free hand. The redhead straightened, wrench in hand, and slid her boot toward Kirstie's crack.

"But don't worry, I'm willing to give you a little hands-on remedial." Cat dragged her boot slowly down over Kirstie's ass and perineum, nudging the jumper clamps with a steel toe.

 

Cat's green eyes were on the blonde's upturned, oil-smeared asshole. As Kirstie flinched, the blonde's sphincter fluttered. The slender copper-haired girl bit back an excited groan and sank to her knees behind her captive.

The blonde startled and tried to scoot away when she felt her captor's hand grab at her hip. Cat used her left knee to pin the girl's right calf, and curled her right foot around the front of Kirstie's knee so the redhead's right calf locked the blonde's thigh.

With a fleeting glance over her shoulder at her cell camera angle, Cat passed the socket driver to her left hand and pressed it to the blonde's tight asshole.

"Please...no..." Kirstie sobbed.

The redhead unbuttoned her jeans with her right hand and slipped her fingers into her own hot, wet slit as she rammed the wrench deep into the bound blonde's ass.

The two girls gasped and moaned in perfect unison, though one was considerably louder than the other.