The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit, where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release. And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button. She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat. The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and only by clenching the muscles back there could she even detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing.

Desperate for release, Kelli closed her eyes and tried to recall the way Jack's cock had felt inside her, hoping to push herself over the edge through will alone. She remembered the brutish ways he'd fucked her, taking her like a soldier might rape a conquered enemy. She remembered the violent spankings, and how he'd probed her cunt after every round, as though testing to see if the heat of her ass had spread inside her pussy. She remembered his savage assault on her tits, the feel of her nipples painfully stretching and reaching their limit. She remembered the humiliation of running naked through the church parking lot, and the fear of getting caught while being fucked in that very same lot. She imagined how she must look right now, tied naked to a chair, a dildo hanging from her ass, panting and straining like a wild animal in heat. And she imagined Jack standing before her, his cock giant and throbbing, and her lying on the deck, legs spread, begging for him to spear her, split her, thrash her with his powerful rod. She imagined her words, not caring as they spilled incoherently from her lips, "Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Push me. Pull me. Fill me. Whip me. Spank me. I'm your slut slave. Your slut, your slut, your slut! Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. Just fuck me!"

With that a wave of heat, light and pleasure crashed over her, causing her to tremble violently as her mouth continued to spew out her feelings, "Oh, god, god, god! Aaaaaah! Yes! God! Yes, fuck me! Yes, fuck me, you big fucker! God, yes, I want your cock! Oh, please, I want your cock!" Only after she had calmed down did she realize how much she had taken the Lord's name in vain. And on camera, no less! But she could only give it a moment's notice because the egg continued to buzz.

This time's Jack's visit was brief and silent. Kelli's eyes widened in despair as he showed her the size of the dildo he'd be inserting into her ass this time; it was thicker than Jack's whole cock! Having braced herself for the invasion, she was surprised to feel how smoothly it slid in. Evidently her repeated orgasms had loosened all her muscles. After checking her bindings for looseness, Jack changed the routine slightly, this time pulling the black box from his pocket and pushing the next button. Immediately she felt the egg begin buzzing faster, but unfortunately not any harder. As Jack headed back into the woods, the egg continued to buzz.

Kelli never knew pleasure could be so torturous. Though her cunt burned with the need to cum, she couldn't find release no matter what she tried. Her visualization just wasn't enough, not even when she imagined Jack fucking her up the ass with his hard, hot cock. She could feel the layers of sweat drying on her skin, her hair plastered to her back, her skin flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her nipples had been hard for who knew how long, and literally demanded attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she'd found herself sobbing at how desperately she needed release. No amount of twisting would bring the egg in contact with her clit. For a time she'd almost thought she'd found the secret, pushing down with her toes to raise the front of the chair off the ground. But while it had shifted the egg slightly, it wouldn't move enough to bring the blessed contact.

Kelli glared hatefully at the dark eye of the camera, seeing a warped image of her naked body reflected in the glass. If Jack had been behind the camera, she could at least beg him for release. She would, she realized, do anything to cum, or at least to end the buzzing between her legs. Anything. She thought of the images she'd encountered the last few days on the internet. Yes, she'd even do some of those, though most disgusted and sickened her. She closed her eyes and imagine d herself kneeling at Jack's feet, with him peeing on her face and body. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself with a man's cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and sucking Jack off as he looked down at his whore wife. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself strapped to a rack while half-naked men and women whipped her skin with crops and flogs. She imagined herself kneeling to lick Jack's cum out of the topless dancer's snatch, and spreading her own legs while the woman's tongue probed her pussy. She would masturbate with a coke bottle. She would beg to have her tits put in a press. She would suck a stranger in a restroom. Let a trucker watch her pee. Be a sex slave to a black rapper. Anything. Anything at all, if only she could cum. But even these images didn't set her off. Not caring who might hear, Kelli screamed in anguish.

"Something wrong?" Her eyes snapped open to find Jack standing before her, clad only in a tight pair of briefs, the outline of his hard cock ballooning under the cloth. A wave of relief washed through her. She'd never been so happy to see him. He could put an end to her torture with just one thrust of his beautiful dick. Just one thrust.

"Jack, please, I'll do anything. Anything," so desperate she was almost crying.

He cocked his head as if considering her sincerity. "Well, slut, I've got plans for that ass of yours. But I guess we can take a few minutes to help you out. It'd be nice to see you rut like the bitch you are." He disappeared into the cabin for a moment before returning with a carpet-covered pole, evidently used by the owner's cat for scratching. After warning her not to move a muscle, he quickly untied her bonds. Kelli was amazed at how fast they came off; he'd roped her tight with one easily-released knot. With the dildo still embedded in her ass, she staggered up, her legs nearly asleep from sitting so long. The egg, she noted, still wasn't high enough to touch her clit. She'd have to do it Jack's way.

Stepping behind the camera, Jack addressed her, "Since you seem to be just like a bitch in heat, I guess the best way to do this is to have you act like one. So when I give you the signal, you can take off the belt and then get off like an animal. You'll straddle this pole and rut just like a bitch. That's your choice. Take it or leave it."

By now the feeling had returned to her legs, and Kelli could feel the urgent tension tugging at every fiber of her being. Next to all the things she imagined, this seemed mild. Even if Jack was going to film it. She could do it, no problem. When Jack turned off the egg, she frantically unlatched the harness and let it drop to the deck. Leaning the pole against the railing, she desperately jumped aboard it, grinding the carpet pile deep into her juice-filled slit. Squeezing it between her legs as though her life depended on it, she thrust herself up and down on it, pressing down to get it against her clit. Still unsatisfied by the contact, she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart while leaning forward against the pole. Moaning, gasping and grunting, she fucked the pole like an animal, baring her teeth and flinging her body this way and that. Her clit felt as big as an apple as it ground against the pole, the carpet fibers rasping and tearing at her. The end came quickly, but still not quickly enough, with the concussions from her orgasm reverberating through her for what seemed like an eternity. Totally spent and muscles cramping, she rolled off the post onto the deck, her legs flopping open to vent some of the heat out of her scorching box. Despite the fact that Jack was still filming her every move, she reached down and pressed her fingers against her sopping slit, amazed to find that she hadn't rubbed the skin raw in her frenzy to get off. She lay there for at least a minute, softly stroking herself and murmuring her pleasure as tiny aftershocks zapped through her body.

Her reverie ended abruptly as Jack grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "You've had your fun. Now it's my turn," he said, bending her over the railing. she heard the dildo clatter to the deck just as he thrust his cock inside her ass, still a tight and uncomfortable fit despite the preparation he'd put her through. As he savagely banged his pole into her, he grunted with an animal intensity that was almost scary. But where her screams of passion had sounded desperate and whiny to her, his filled her with an instinctive desire to please him, to try and help him have the fuck of his life. So despite the cramps still shivering up and down her legs, she tried to squeeze his dick inside her ass, hoping that the extra tightness would make him cum all the faster.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and pushed her to the deck, so he loomed above her like a massive ancient god, his shaft in his hand like a royal scepter. Standing astride her, he quickly began pumping his cock in his fist, swaying with the effort. In seconds the cum erupted from the purple head, spewing out and onto her face, body and legs. Amazingly, as he kept pumping cum continued to stream out, blast after blast pouring onto her body. She'd never seen that much come from him, and soon her entire torso was wet and slimy with it. Licking the salty residue off her lips, she looked up at him in trepidation, expecting to be told to scoop it all up an eat it. But instead, he just turned and staggered into the cabin, leaving her cum-soaked body in the cold company of the still-whirring video camera.