They want to wash their truck (and Amy with it)

Amy screamed for help once she was sure they were up to no good. But within seconds, the older of the two stuffed a piece of her shredded shirt in her mouth, grabbed the duct tape and wound it a few times around her head, gagging her efficiently.

Amy panicked, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to kick them with her free leg, tried to punch and scratch them, but without success. She simply had no chance against the two men who quickly bound her hands behind her back.

They proceeded to feel her up a little, marveling at her giant, bare breasts and neatly shaven little slit. Their paws roamed her body, squished her boobs, groped her ass and rubbed her pussy for minutes while poor Amy could do nothing but to squirm and shake.

The younger one suddenly grabbed an open tub of grease, scooped out liberal amount and smeared it right on Amy's now unprotected and jiggling boobs. Then he took another serving, smacked it right on her pussy and **** two grease-covered fingers deep into her sex. Amy screamed for help, thrashing around wildly, but her yelling was barely audible through the gag.

"Look pa, she's so dirty!" the twenty-something hillbilly smirked, pointing at her now grease-covered lady bits.

"I know, son," the older man chuckled, "That's why we'll have to wash her thoroughly now. Let's put her on the hood. Come on, help me!"

The two men finally managed to free her trapped foot and carried her out of the carwash towards their giant truck. Despite her kicking and thrashing, the two managed to **** her onto the hood and tied her hands to a mirror on each side. Then, one of them grabbed both her legs to stop her kicking, while the other one took the duct tape and got to work on her pussy.

In her hazy, panicking mind, Amy wondered what they had planned for her, and what the hell they were doing between her thighs. Then, she felt the tape being stuck on her right inner thigh. Puzzled, she noticed the man pulling at her right pussy lip and pushing the tape against the inner side of it. Once satisfied with his work, he did the exact same thing on the left side.

"Let's spread her!" the older man said, letting go of his stranglehold on both feet and grabbing one of her ankles. His son took care of the other leg and both spread Amy's legs as far as they would go, tying her ankles to the same mirrors as her hands.

Amy grunted and groaned, and tried to fight her attackers with all she had. She hated the men, hated what they did to her. But the weirdest thing of all was the feeling of her nether lips separating automatically because of the tape, as if a ghost would spread her sex for all to see.

The young, frightened woman was now bound spread-eagled on the hood, legs in an incredible split, her tight pussy gaping wide open from the duct tape. The two men inspected their work thoroughly, tweaking Amy's nipples, slapping her sizable breasts, and poking their fingers into her wide-open sex.

"Slut looks good, doesn't she?" the younger of the two beamed.

"Yep, almost ready," said his father, "Just one little thing missing."

He opened the truck and came back with a large can full of rubber bands.

"Help me get those around her tits. This should help getting them in shape for a proper cleaning."

With that, he took one of the small but strong bands, ripped it open and pushed it right over one of Amy's fat pillows until it came to rest around her chest wall.

Amy moaned from the sudden pain but could only watch as the two got into a rhythm, decorating her large breasts with an endless amount of rubber bands and forcing them into a weird, balloony shape.

"That's the last one," grinned the younger one, playing with the final rubber band. Stopping for a moment, he seemed to change his plan and walked between her legs.

"Ummmphhhh"!" groaned Amy, tears shooting in her eyes. Her clit was ablaze from the sudden hit and her world was on fire. The scrawny young man stretched the rubber again as far as it would go and let it snap right against the angry little pebble.

"Good thinking!" laughed his father, "That slut button needs to be hard and tall for a proper cleaning! And don't forget the bitch's teats!"

The young man grinned evilly and proceeded to snap the rubber against Amy's clit until the poor girl almost lost conciousness. Then, he turned his attention towards her yummy nipples, sucked them for a bit, and finally gave them the rubber treatment as well.

After what felt like hours of excruciating pain, the man finally let the last rubber band snap around her tightly bound, orb-like right breast and declared the work complete. Amy had trouble breathing, her clit was on fire and her tits felt like they would explode! Or maybe those round, hard objects would just roll of her chest! She couldn't believe how tight the rubber bound the base of her breasts, and how weird they looked right now. She could feel the slightest breeze on her taut, sensitive globes and feared she would go insane.

"Then let's get her cleaned up!" the old man announced, jumped into the truck and drove into the carwash. Meanwhile, his son was busy at the control panel and selected the appropriate options.

"Don't even have to pay today, dad! The slut's key is still in there!"

Amy watched in horror as the car wash came to life again. Trussed up like she was, she wouldn't have any possibility to protect herself this time around. She panicked and smashed her head against the hood, eyes wide open in fear. The older guy watched her antics. Then, right before the conveyor started to pull the truck in, he grabbed a pair of safety glasses and pushed them over Amy's eyes.