Brad smiled. "Man, goin' for the cunt? Don't burn it out, man. We still gotta tap the damned thing."

Ed was humming, not paying attention to his brother as he watched the burning trail of his cigarette against Anna's reddening flesh.

The smell of singeing flesh filled her nostrils. Her flesh, hers! Whimpering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, she pulled and twisted against the ropes until she was certain they were cutting through her flesh and drawing blood. This had to be some horrible dream, a terrible nightmare from which she would awaken in the safety of her bed. People didn't do these kind of things to other people. It couldn't be happening!

The agonizing, burning pain approaching her cunt told her it was all too real. Anna struggled against the gag, her tongue pushing against the dirty shorts as that cigarette approached her cuntlips. Where Brad had so deliciously and teasingly tongued her pussy, now his brother was going to burn it out!

"Unnfnnfnffffff!"

The ropes strained against Anna's knees as she tried to close her thighs. Grunts of agony slipped past the gag while more tears rolled from her eyes. Ed's humming became more sporadic as the red glowing cigarette neared his objective.

Anna prayed that God would strike down these men before they burned out her cunt.

They were going to scar her forever, destroy her pussy in the name of a few moments of pleasure.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh…" Brad gasped. At the last moment Ed moved the cigarette down, laughing softly as it hissed out in the combination of sweat, cuntjuice and saliva just below her pussy.

Anna sighed, her muscles unclenching. She fell back to the table, laughing hysterically through the gag while rubbing her ass over the workbench in relief. She had nearly lost control of her sphincter, had nearly soiled herself in that tearing fear of being sexually mutilated by that cigarette. All those stories about girls being tortured, their broken bodies being discovered weeks later by hikers, filled her mind as Ed had moved that cigarette up to her cunt. Now Anna hoped the torture had stopped. Perhaps they would even let her go.