"Oh, that's it, baby, move it like that," Greg laughed, feeling her bounce around in agony. "That's how I like my cock worked on."

Debby didn't care if she tore her legs from, her body. Anything to keep him from doing that thing with the pliers. She pulled, tugged, thrashed about wildly, and sucking on his cock with her tightly flexed cunt muscles until they burned with exhaustion.

"Hey, now you've got it," Greg laughed, thoroughly enjoying her misery. "Just a little faster, OK?"

Debby gave it her all, using every ounce of strength she could muster. Soon her entire body was exhausted, but she knew she had to go on. Already he was sliding the horrible pliers over toward her other tit.

"I'm doing it, OK?" she said, her eyes glassy with fear. "Don't hurt me again please?"

"I might consider it," Greg said. "But I want to hear you say how much you like it. You know, tell me how big my cock is and how you just can't wait to crawl around and eat on my ass and suck me off and stuff."

"I love your cock," Debby began, spitting the words out like bullets, her gaze on the pliers as they played at the nipple of her left tit. "I want to suck you and crawl around and lick your ass and, Jesus, don't, and I'll suck your cum, and, God, Greg, don't…"

A hot explosion of pain shot into her chest, causing her to flinch, then buck. Her words trailed off to a raspy grunt, making her throat raw.

"You gotta dolt with feeling, sweets. I gotta know you like it. You can't just repeat the words. Feeling, slut," Greg laughed. "Now try again."

"Jesus, dear Jesus," Debby moaned, hoping desperately to satisfy his sadistic desires. "I want to lick out your asshole, you big bastard. I want to crawl around and suck your cock and cum, and fuck me, God, fuck me hard right now."

To her enormous relief, Greg dropped the pliers. She then moaned loudly and snapped her head back, wondering if it was almost over. Her body was sticky and glistening with sweat, every cell on fire with agony.