"Hey, you're pretty tight," Todd said, fingering the opening of her shitter. "I like my women all sloshy. Better ream you out a little first."

His words stirred a memory for Debby. Something Greg had said about him. About how he was an ass freak and liked to ream girls out. What did it mean? Whatever it was, it sounded terrible.

"This ought to do," Todd said, reaching across the bed toward a pile of tools, ropes and beer cans beside the bed. He extracted a long length of one-inch chain. "Yeah, this'll do real nice. Ever been chain-fucked, baby?"

What was he going to do? Beat her with the chain while he fucked her? Oh, God, anything but that, she begged.

Suddenly, she felt her asscheeks spread wide, then she flinched when something cold, metallic ground against her shitter. He was going to stick the chain up her ass!

"Mmmfffffff!" Debby screamed through the dirty material of the sock in her mouth, shaking her head back and forth.

"Just relax, sweets," Todd grunted, his eyes glistening with sadistic delight. "You tighten up and it's gonna be real bad. I like 'em loose, but not all bloody."

With every ounce of strength Debby could muster, she forced the tenseness out of her muscles. When she did, she felt the second link of the chain slip into her shitter. It wasn't exactly painful, but it did cause an enormous pressure in her guts. And in a way, it was almost like a cock, but more yielding.

"That's the way," Todd said, thrusting in another two links of chain. "Let's see just how much you can take, OK?"

Already, Debby's insides felt like they were going to explode, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop the horror. She could only wait for the chain-fuck to be over. Each passing second, however, extended into an eternity of anguish.

At last, he stuffed the remainder of the chain inside her asshole, leaving only a few links to hold. He let the tail-like piece drop from his fingers and grasped the blackjack to his side.