Joe raised Gina up two more feet to a point where her groin was level to his head. He reached up under Gina’s skirt and lowered her goldies and her white cotton panties, which she concealed beneath her gold uniform briefs. He stripped her underwear from her dangling feet and dropped them on the floor. He raised her back up and began to pet Gina’s soft furry muff. He stuck his fingers into her pussy as she squirmed and twisted on the hook. Joe stepped away and disappeared into the darkness. He returned moments later with an old push broom with a long wooden handle. He lubed the rounded tip of the handle with petroleum jelly, which he produced from his bag. He propped the broom up against Gina’s leg and measured. He raised Gina up a few more inches, then positioned the broom just under her crotch. He lowered her down to a point where the greased tip of the broom handle was about to breech the opening of her virginal vagina. Fear overcame her face. Her eyes were wide and she shook like a panicky fish on a hook. She tried kicking her legs at Joe, but he deflected the blows easily and managed to lower the hoist, easing Gina’s body onto the upright broom. She hung there with her pussy skewered onto the broom. The top five inches of the broomstick disappeared into her snatch. The sight was incredibly bizarre and Gina looked like a cheerleader flavored Popsicle.
Gina struggled some more at this unwelcome intrusion, forcing the broom handle in another inch. Joe just stood back and watched as Gina finally gave up her struggles. After she was finally still, he stepped forward and licked the stick just inches below Gina and worked his way up to her pussy. His tongue swirled around the point of entry and then ventured on to her budding clitoris. He flicked away at her clit with his darting tongue. Joe dropped his pants and kicked them to the side. He began stroking an enormous erection as he licked Gina’s sweet, young pussy. After several minutes, Gina began to hyperventilate and shudder. I could not tell if she was in pain or in ecstasy. The facial expressions were too similar. He stood there working on her clit with his tongue for ten minutes, whereupon she came with three heaving sighs.
Joe came back to punish me some more. His ten-inch cock poked out from his dark trench coat. It was as fierce looking as the gun he pointed at my pussy earlier. He knelt down and pulled off my goldies and my white shiny nylon panties simultaneously. He picked them up and inhaled the crotch of my underwear. He smiled, as he liked my fresh young womanly scent. He walked over to Mom and draped my undies over her head to taunt her. She struggled weakly against her bonds causing the vibrator to slide out of her pussy a little. He smiled a little, then roughly jammed the dildo back into her pussy in one quick motion. Realizing that there was nothing she could do for me, she began to enjoy the dildo once again.
Joe came back over to me, stopping to make another trip to his black bag. He pulled out a small shiny object that looked like a tie clip. It had a thick black string with a purple feather attached to it. Upon a closer look, I saw that it was a metal clamp with serrated teeth. I recognized it as a “roach clip”, an instrument used by marijuana smokers to hold their depleted joints in place without burning their fingers. Joe lifted my skirt and searched for my snatch. He rubbed his hand over my muff and felt around for my clit. Once he located it, he placed the clamp onto the extremely sensitive tissue that formed my love button. The searing pain coursed through my body as the clamp bit down onto my tender and swollen clit. I pressed my thighs tightly together as a reflexive response. I began to breathe heavily and tried to focus on putting the pain out of my head. The rapid breathing helped and the pain subsided as I tried to relax and just accept it. The pain caused blood to flow to my clit and it throbbed and pulsated through the sharp tight teeth of the clip. An overwhelming urge to urinate came over me. I was tempted to let my golden river flow, but I decided to hold it in. The pressure was intense.
Just then, Joe twirled me away from him. He raised my skirt and spanked my bare sore bottom with his hand. I jumped and slammed my knees together in shock. My clenched thighs pulled at the clip attached to my clit causing a wave of pain to shoot deep into my pussy. He continued to spank me vigorously for brief thirty seconds. When he was done, he grabbed onto my lower legs and lifted them up. This transfer of weight pulled painfully on my already tight and sore shoulders and back as my arms hung from the hook. With the exception of my raised arms, my body was parallel with and facing the floor. Joe cupped his hands on the front of my thighs, just above the knees. He held me there in place as he stuck his huge cock into my pussy from behind. He pulled my legs toward him causing me to swing and collide into his pubic arch. His stone hard cock filled my tight pussy to the bursting point as he mounted me “wheel barrel style.” Unlike Gina, I lost my virginity a week after my 18th birthday, when Brian Davis, the varsity quarterback popped my cherry in the back of his van. I had a few guys since then, so I felt I would be more prepared and not get startled when a man’s penis penetrated my pussy. But Joe’s length and width was too overwhelming and coupled with the quick and unusual manner he took me, I was caught totally off guard.
Joe swung me and fucked me with all his might. He slammed me hard onto his rigid groin piercing me continuously with his stiff rod. The sexual action rubbed and pulled at the clamp biting into my clit. It stung like a mad hornet, but it hurt so good. The friction occurring within my vaginal walls caused a burning sensation that drove me completely bonkers. I wiggled and arched my back as I swung to and fro, bouncing off Joe’s bumping pelvis. My vaginal juices got flowing and slathered all over his prick. Wetness seeped out of my pussy and saturated my muff and upper thighs. Joe flooded my pussy with a barrage of cum as he climaxed. Unfortunately, he pulled out before I could cum. I was so close too, and he very well knew it. This was all part of his torturous game. After doing his business, he dropped my legs and left me to dangle on the hook. My legs were weak and wobbly.
Joe went over to Gina again. She was still impaled on the broomstick. He raised the hoist, lifted her off the stick and tossed it aside. He took his belt and wrapped it tightly around Gina’s ankles, binding them together. He lowered her to the floor. She felt relieved as her feet touched the ground taking the pressure off her shoulders, arms and back. Her relief would only be temporary, as she was soon to find out. Joe took Gina’s bound wrists off the hook. Then he lowered it until it was about three feet from the floor. He forced Gina to sit on the floor. He picked up her feet and fastened the belt around her ankles onto the hook. Her bare bottom was exposed as she raised her legs. Joe clicked the control button and slowly raised Gina’s hoist. She was hoisted up into the air and dangled upside down. Her skirt hung upside down exposing her cute little ass. Once her ass reached the level of Joe’s head, he stopped the hoist. Joe spun Gina around allowing a frontal view, albeit an upside down view, of her slender, youthful, and very exposed lower body.