Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives into his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or positive experience.
In MOTHER'S INTO BONDAGE, Ellen Bedding field and her daughter, Marie, find themselves in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, they nevertheless find within themselves hidden resources, a strength of character they never realized they had.
Ellen and Marie suffer an unspeakably horrible experience, but come through with their sensibilities intact, each knowing that she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"No, stop this!" Marie backed away, her eyes wide and rounded as she grasped at the torn bodice of her blue gown.
In front of her, her corsage lay in tatters. Slowly she backed away from Eddy Harrington, shaking her head slowly from side to side as she searched blindly for the doorknob. He had brought her up here to his bedroom. She knew better. Oh God, how she knew better! But when he started pawing her, tearing at her clothes, feeling her ass under her formal dress, Marie had panicked and slapped him. That, she knew, was her first mistake.
"Nobody slaps me and gets away with it, bitch!"
"Eddy, please, don't hurt me!" she sobbed, her fingers finally finding the doorknob.
Marie paused a second, then frantically twisted it open, wheeling around and nearly escaping from his bedroom.
"No you don't!" Eddy shouted.
She screamed as he twisted her arm up and around, pinning her wrist against her lower back. She had never felt such pain before!
Marie's knees buckled, her body bending forward as Eddy pulled her back into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. He kept twisting her arm around until Marie thought she heard something crack in her elbow.
With another mournful cry, Marie fell to the floor, her forehead striking the edge of the bed.
No one was home. That had been part of the plan, Eddy had told her after having driven up from the formal junior prom to his house. Now she wondered why she had sneaked those drinks with Eddy. Her judgment had been blurred.
And now he was acting like a crazy maniac. "Eddy! Owwwww!"
Letting her go, the tall high-school quarterback brought one hand up high above his head, bringing it back down in a broad arc and smacking his knuckles hard across Marie's cheek. The force of that blow sent her crashing hard against the side of the bed.
With another shriek, Marie crumpled to the floor, rubbing her injured flesh. She felt his hands everywhere now, tearing at the silky blue material of her prom dress, pulling it from her body. She felt her dress slip from her body, exposing her white bra and translucent panties.
Eddy picked her up from the floor and tossed her onto his queen-sized bed, rolling her onto her belly, then unsnapping her bra. When the big stud rolled her onto her back, she threw up her hands around her tits, protecting her nipples.
Eddy slapped her fingers away, gripping her by the wrists and holding her arms out. Marie ground her teeth together, flushing beet red as she watched him studying her thirty-four-inch tits.
"Yeah, nice tits. Figured they'd be that way-good and firm. Always jacked off late at night thinkin' about rabbin' my dick against 'em. Looks like I'm gonna have my wish."
"Oh, Eddy, oh God!"
Eddy took one nipple between his teeth, biting it, until she squealed in pain and squirmed her ass wildly. Laughing, Eddy flicked his tongue soothingly over her injured nipple, sucking it hard until Marie screamed again. He repeated the action on her other nipple, making Marie scream again as he flicked his tongue back and forth over the turgid nub.
When Marie tried once more to wriggle out from under him, Eddy reared back, slapping her hard across the cheek, then backhanding her. He repeated the blows, laughing as her hair splashed across her reddening face.
Sobbing again, Marie begged him once more not to hurt her.
"You're gonna be a tough nut to crack, I can see that." Eddy was fumbling around in the top drawer of his night stand, pulling out something while keeping astride of her prone body.
She was on her belly once more, her arms behind her back. Again Marie tried to get into a more comfortable position, but Eddy a wouldn't let her move. She heard a tearing sound, then realized he had adhesive tape in his hands. In a moment she felt the sticky stuff being snugged around her wrists and forearms, restraining her.
"Ohhhh!" Marie panted heavily, drops of perspiration beading on her forehead while her heart beat wildly.
There was more fumbling above her. Driven by curiosity, she turned her head around and discovered to her dismay a huge cock, way bigger than any prick she had ever seen in those sex-education books in school. Marie tried to writhe away from the donkey-sized thing, seeing his heavy, swinging balls slap back and forth as Eddy crawled over to her on the bed. He shrugged away his white tuxedo suit, completely exposing now his heavy-muscled body.
Marie shivered, feeling herself on the brink of fainting. The terrified girl squirmed against the painful restraining tapes, the adhesive tearing at her flesh. She cried, tears welling up hotly in her eyes. But all she could do was shudder helplessly as Eddy slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and started pulling them down until they were gathered around her knees.
In a moment Marie felt his hot breath against her tight little ass-cheeks. It was blowing against the shivering goose-fleshed inner curve of her ass-cheeks. And then he was licking her down there, sliding his tongue into her asscrack while holding her ass-cheeks apart with hard callused fingers.
When she felt his tongue nearing her ass-hole, Marie cried out, jerking her ass up, digging her knees into the hard mattress. Her face was burning with shame! He was touching her in places she never dreamed men touched women.
"Yeah, nice ass, nice everything. Bet you got one helluva nice pussy too, right, baby? You got a nice little cunt for me to fuck?"
"Stop ... oh stop, Eddy, before ... before!"
Marie could think of nothing to threaten him with as he rolled her around from side to side, finally stopping with her flat on her back. He pushed the hair away from her face, kissing her hard on the lips now while fondling her nipples.
When he dug his tongue deep down into her throat, Marie thought she would strangle on his tongue! He pinched her nipples, rolling them to between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing hard until she screamed. When he pulled away, Eddy kept his hands braced against her hips to hold her still.
Marie gasped loudly for air, her fingernails digging into her naked ass-cheeks as Eddy began tonguing her navel, drawing his tongue around in large circles. In a moment she felt him kissing her lower belly, then moving down to her cunt!
Oh God in heaven, he was licking at her pussy, putting his mouth down there! Marie closed her eyes. The cords in her neck stood out as she rolled her hips up to that sucking mouth.
Eddy's tongue was doing things to her. When he snaked it deep into her cunt, his fingers toying with her clit, Marie cried out, her knees jerking up and out as if someone had touched her with an electric wire.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Eddy had found a spot that made her jerk and squirm while her belly tightened. His fingers were pinching her inner thighs while his mouth covered her whole pussy, sucking hard.
Marie couldn't help but give in to the feeling, feeling her pussy warm up and tighten around his hot tongue.
Marie sighed and gasped, while the young stud kept licking around the tense, rubbery rim of her virgin cunt. She could feel his spit trickling through the thick blonde bush of her pussy hairs. Then he pulled away, holding her down by her knees.
"You're too good to keep alone. You're gonna get shared later on," Eddy said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"No, no! Oh no, don't! Somebody help, somebody-"
Eddy slid up quickly, slapping her again, then he shoved her shoulders down against the bed.
Marie was immediately aware of that fat-headed prick wagging in front of her face. When she felt his fingers gather up fistfuls of her hair and pull back, she shrieked, the pain in her scalp making her eyelids quiver.
"Eaghghghhh!"
"Good, that's just the way I wanted it."
Marie was still screaming, still feeling the strands being torn from her scalp when she felt something else against her lips. His prick! Oh God, he was trying to slide his cock into her mouth!
Marie drummed her legs against the mattress while Eddy slid his knees up against her shoulders. His weight was so painful.
Marie cried, thinking he would surely break her collarbones with his knees. He still twisted her hair, liking the sounds of her screams of pain and horror while he rubbed his cock back and forth against her nose and eyes. She could feel something hot and greasy oozing from his piss-slit, coating her face.
"You know what's gonna happen. You and Karen and the others at school all talk about it. I know. I heard. You're gonna get a taste of some hot meat, baby. It's lip-smackin' good."
"No, oh no, stop! Oh please, stop!"
She could feel the drag of his fat, leathery balls against her chin as Eddy let go of her hair. Then his fingers gripped around the eight inches of his prick and he braced it against her lips.
Marie spat, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum as it coated her mouth. And then he pushed in, tearing at her hair, sliding at least four inches of his prick into her mouth.
Marie's cheeks puffed out while more tears sprang from her eyes. She could feel the hard, thick cock pressing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Spit began to gather at the back of her throat, and she had to swallow hard to keep from choking.
Eddy sighed, his muscular ass jerking across her tits while his fingers pulled harder at her hair. Marie tasted even more of that bleachy stuff now, her throat being coated with it. Eddy was making short jerky fucking movements with his prick now, rotating it around in her mouth, then drawing back only to slide more inches of it down her throat.
"Yeah, take it, take it, bitch! C'mon, baby, swallow it all. When you were dancin' with me tonight, I bet all you could think of was takin' this prick in your mouth!"
Shoving down once more, he pushed the fat head of his cock against the back of her throat.
Marie wanted to pass out. She was mortified, terrified, shamed out of her mind by this horror story.
Eddy drew back, pulling his cock-meat from her throat and rubbing the fat head over her lips.
Marie twisted her head to one side, gasping for air once more. Spittle frothed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her cheeks as she thought of what he had just done to her. It was then Marie realized he was sliding his fingers down around her pussy, gripping her cunt lips, tugging at them sensuously until she felt her clit starting to spark once again.
She tried not to feel excited, not to respond to the fingering. But something was happening inside her, something she couldn't understand. Each time Eddy slapped her, her cunt muscles spasmed, becoming hotter and tighter.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you."
"No, no, no!"
He rolled her back onto her belly, rubbing her ass-cheeks and squeezing her thighs.
Marie ground her flat belly solidly against the mattress, trying to tuck her cunt away from his hands.
Then she felt him reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, digging his fingers into her ass-cheeks for leverage.
Marie grunted when she felt him forcing his thumb into her tight cunt.
"No,, uhhhhh ... please, no ... don't do this to me, Eddy! Oh God..."
Marie chewed at the pillow, tearing the white cotton with her teeth as his thumb kept pushing into her pussy. Terror and shame made her cunt very, very tight.
Eddy backed away for a moment, smoothing his fingers around her clit, touching the tiny little nub until it began to stiffen once again and throb like a festering wound.
She heard Eddy laugh again while her cheeks flamed bright red.
"So you don't like this, huh? Man, you're gettin' hot and wet down there and your clit's like a rock! You can't wait for me to do more, I'll bet."
"Not true ... not true!" she gasped. "Don't matter anyway. I'm goin' in whether you like it or not."
"Uhhhhh!"
His thumb was driving back into her pussy, spreading her cunt lips apart until she felt the jagged fingernail touching something that finally gave resistance. Her cherry! Oh God, it was her cherry!
Eddy stopped for a second, scratching at the thin membrane before pushing on. Then the pain struck her with the force of a runaway truck! Marie jerked, her legs kicking out once more. Her cunt felt tight, hot and wet, pinching around the invading digit. And then Marie felt agony as she had never felt before. In another moment, flashing lights blinded her while shards of pain shot through her pussy again and again.
"Eaghghghh!" Marie thrashed like a speared fish, screaming and shouting.
"Man, oh man. A Goddamned virgin! What a trip, man, what a trip!"
"Uhhhhhh!"
Marie jerked and convulsed in a maddening attempt to wrench herself away from that thumb probing her cunt. Her belly ground against the mattress as she frantically tried to escape that invading thumb.
"Yeah, you're a virgin all right, and you've got one nice tight cunt."
Eddy had to struggle to keep his thumb in the tight ring of her convulsing cunt. He tried worming his thumb in deeper, meeting resistance all the way as the walls of her pussy tried snapping shut around the digit.
"Now you keep your mouth shut and relax, then maybe you'll have yourself a good time."
Emphasizing what he was going to do, Eddy pulled her ass-cheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide apart while his thumbs stroked her inner cunt lips. The movement caused her cunt to heat up even more, oozing juice bubbling from her pussy and frothing around her blonde pussy-hairs. She groaned, feeling the hot juices mixing with the small amount of blood from her violated pussy.
"No more! No more!" she gasped. "Oh please, don't do anything more to me!"
Blinking away the tears, Marie could see the crumpled blue dress that her mother had so lovingly helped her adjust earlier this evening. Neither of the would have guessed that she would wind up like this-sprawled on the bed belly down, her cunt exposed and violated in this shameful way!
"Shut up, or I'll stick my cock back down your throat 'til you gag."
"God, oh God!" she sobbed, feeling his finger making contact with her cunt lips again.
Slowly, very slowly, her wet pussy lips were spread apart once more. The fleshy, fleece-lined lips of her cunt unstuck as Eddy began probing her pussy again. Marie twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out. The flicking tip touched her clit, teasing it along the edges of the shivering folds of her soaked cunt. That middle finger kept up its maddening tickle against her clit, teasing it until Marie thought she would surely go out of her mind. "Uhhhhh!"
"Yeah, gettin' into it, right? You gotta have somethin' up there in your cunt fast, or you're gonna go crazy, right?" Eddy said with a laugh.
"No, no, not again, no!"
She begged as she felt that long finger move into her cunt. He was stretching her cunt walls with that digit now, having slipped a second one in and twisting the two of them around in a clockwise movement against her clutching, slick cuntal walls. Marie groaned, her cunt sucking so solidly.
"Yeah, startin' to loosen up ... uhhhh. You're good and tight, but you're getting wetter and wetter."
Marie sobbed with shame. She opened her mouth to scream again, but thought better of it. He would gag her with his prick.
Finally giving in, she lay defeated. That finger in her seething cunt-hole slicked around, then slipped out.
Marie gasped. Eddy was bracing his hands against her ass-cheeks, pulling her up into a kneeling position, her head turned to one side so her right cheek was resting against the pillow.
"Goin' in, so don't wiggle around and get me out. I'm gonna fuck that sweet ass ... just like I've been dreamin' about for a long time. It's gonna be mine, all mine," Eddy said thickly, slapping her ass-cheeks lightly with both hands until they glowed red.
Marie groaned.
CHAPTER TWO
"Aghghghhhh!" Marie froze, her nipples growing hard and itchy as she felt the hot pressure against her cunt lips. She remembered that broad, meaty prickhead that had plowed through her mouth earlier, and she imagined that thing trying to wedge its way into her cunt. The rubber-like lips of her cunt remained tense, keeping the bulbous tip of Eddy's prick from entering her pussy. She let out a long, low moan as the pressure increased.
"Ease up, baby, or I'm gonna knock the shit outta you."
Draping himself over her back, Eddy bit into the nape of her neck.
Marie thought he was tearing the flesh from her body. Rearing back, she struggled with the tape binding her wrists and elbows together.
"Ohhh, nooooo!"
God in heaven, he was fucking her, driving his prick into her until she thought her cunt would split in two! Shock wave after shock wave of pure pain slammed into her pussy as she felt her insides being stretched.
Starting to slide forward, Marie felt Eddy grip her hair and haul her back, slapping her ass to keep her moving. Sucking in a deep breath, Eddy shoved forward with all his strength, forcing the full length of his bloated prick into her tight cunt. Boring in all the way, he buried his cock inside her cunt to the hilt.
Marie shrieked, feeling as if her cunt were splitting right down the middle. The fat pole of cockflesh lodged inside her cunt felt huge. Marie couldn't believe something that huge could be in her pussy without doing some kind of damage.
Eddy paused for a minute, reaching around and fumbling for her tits. Once more he was pinching her nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. This time there was a difference. This time he had his prickmeat in her cunt, moving it back and forth, stimulating the young teen wriggling under his hard-muscled body.
"Uh! Uh! Ufa!" Marie grunted with each forward fuckthrust. She thought that his prick would eventually stick out from her throat. She gasped, wondering if it was physically possible to be fucked to death. If so, she was sure it was happening to her. The huge knob of his prick hit her womb, then drew back, rubbing up against her clit and sending showers of delicious sparks back into her cunt.
Marie screamed in delight and horror, concentrating on the weight and heat of that big prick stretching her pussy. She writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of hot, searing pain as his blunt-nosed prick tore through her. She flexed her cunt muscles. Maybe she could get rid of that horrid intruder. But that was impossible.
Eddy fucked harder and faster, the friction against her cunt-walls nearly setting them ablaze!
"Ohhhhhh!" Marie moaned.
Her cunt-walls were like hot, clasping fingers gripping his fucking prick. Marie felt every fleshy ridge of his cock as her cunt gripped the shape and size of that monstrous cock in her.
"Jesus, baby, you're hotter 'n' tighter than I thought, and man I was havin' some good thoughts about you lately."
Eddy jerked forward again, slapping his hips against her shivering ass-cheeks.
Marie went limp, still holding her breath, now feeling his steely prick slowly pull out. His cock was easing back, back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. And then when Marie thought his cock was finally going to slip out, it zoomed back into her, his balls slapping against the underside of her ass-cheeks.
Now Eddy started a slow, rhythmic pounding, plunging his prick in again and again until his fuck-thrusts nearly pinned her against the mattress.
Hooking one arm around her, Eddie kept Marie from falling forward. Faster and faster, his hips worked, their fluttering moves hammering the teen again and again. There was nothing Marie could do to stop him.
Her body shivered with each fucking blow, her hair splashing over her flushed face while her arms ached from the bondage. In a moment, she felt his fingers sliding under her belly. They fanned out against her flat belly, then wriggled maddeningly up to her nipples and pinched the long nubs a third time.
"Nooooo!"
Hot tears blinded her as her mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness. Marie felt Eddy moving her ass higher, shifting around a little, then stroking his cock more brutally into her. He was panting like a dog while the plum-like head of his cock slid back and forth inside her heated cunt-hole. His balls kept slapping her. Her clit tingled while his prick reamed her faster and faster. He was building his attack now, throwing his head back and keeping his eyes closed while his hips thrashed.
Marie cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his prick swell even more. She knew he was going to cum now. She could feel his fucking become wild, uncontrolled, while his fingers gripped and tore at her body. The continual shoves of his prick inside her cunt were driving her mad. She screamed again and again, bucking backward. It felt good now, better than anything she had ever felt before.
"Yeah, yeah ... yeah
Eddy grasped her, his hands still flat on her hips. He made her fuck up and down with each movement of his prick.
"Yeah, that's the way, move that ass, move it! Move it!"
Marie was going wild. The prick rubbing in the seething hole of her cunt was making her brain boil with lust. She gasped as she felt him fucking her cunt now. His hands gripped her ass-cheeks tightly now, squeezing, kneading, tugging at them.
In his excitement, the young stud jabbed his forefinger into her asscrack, jabbing it around brutally until he stabbed it in her shitter up to the second joint.
Marie screamed mindlessly, her ass writhing.
"Ahhhhh!" Marie howled with lust.
Marie felt her body quaking and shivering with lascivious need while her ass-cheeks ground firmly against Eddy.
"Huhhhh ... aghghhh!" Eddy shouted, his fingers gripping and tearing at her.
Marie's ass slammed against him with a hard force, thrilling to the combination of his driving finger, his pounding cock, and the hot, squirmy jizz blasting into her seething cunthole.
And, as the heavy quantity of white fire backed out of her tight cunt, Marie felt the throbbing in her cunt overwhelm her. There was a moment's pause. Then waves of delight shot through her again and again, blinding her as she came and came.
Eddy fired again and again, his balls emptying out into her pussy while Marie groaned happily for more.
She had no idea how long this obscene scene had lasted. When she came to, Marie found herself flat on the bed, her arms aching horribly.
Twisting around, she looked for Eddy. He had left her on the bed, the cum oozing from her violated cunt. Marie lay there for what seemed like an eternity, the adhesive tape cutting cruelly into her flesh. She thought about what happened and sobbed for her lost innocence.
"Well, bitch, you really burned out my prick," Eddy said, toweling his wet hair briskly as he stood naked in the doorway. His body gleamed wetly from the hot shower he had just taken. "That sure was one fuckin' way to end the prom."
Marie rolled onto her back, crossing one leg modestly over the other as she stared hotly at him. He was laughing at her.
She could have scratched his eyes out. "You ... you..."
Eddy stopped drying himself off, narrowing his eyes and walking slowly to the bed. His flaccid prick swayed like a tree limb from side to side with each step he took.
Marie swallowed down a lump of fear, cringing, wriggling away from him until her spine was pressed against the headboard.
He sat down next to her, grabbing her by the chin and squeezing hard until she squealed with pain.
"Don't think you can threaten me ever, baby. Don't ever think that! You try mouthin' off to somebody about what happened, and that's about the last thing you're gonna be sayin'. Besides," Eddy added with a shrug and wry smile, "I'll just tell 'em the truth. Sure, we fucked around and maybe got a little rough. But she liked it, wanted more, goaded me on. Who you think they're gonna believe?"
Marie burned, knowing full well that no matter what happened to Eddy, she would be left in the lurch, sneered at by her friends, shunned by her family. He was right. There was little she could do except avoid him as much as possible in school.
"So, we can still be friends," Eddy said, seeing the defeat in her eyes. "And we can still fuck around. It'll be easier." He reached under her thighs and patting her cunt. "Now that I've broken you in. And I've even got a few surprises for a hot little bitch like you."
He started to get up, then thought of something.
"Oh yeah, thanks for comin' with me to the prom, Marie. Sorry about the flowers. I'll get you some more later."
Eddy laughed as he finished drying off. Marie rolled over and curled into a fetal position, sobbing freely, wondering what sort of trap she had tumbled into.
* * *
Three miles away, Marie's mother Ellen Beddingfield struggled against the studded leather collar choking her throat. The half-inch leather strips cinching her wrists together were starting to cut off circulation to her fingers, making them feel cold, icy, numb.
Stiff from the position she had been lying in for nearly an hour, Ellen shook the chestnut-colored hair from her eyes and peered up at the ceiling. If only they hadn't bound her wrists to her ankles, making it impossible for her to lie without resting painfully on her wrists and feet! She moved her naked ass, feeling her shoulders press uncomfortably against the concrete basement floor.
"God!"
The collar was too tight, she thought, tilting back her head to breathe. It was all she could do to get enough air in her lungs. If only someone would come and do something. It was the silence and isolation that were driving her mad.
At times she could hear creaking above her, a sign someone was walking upstairs. She had seen the house only briefly, the tall man named Jack ushering her through the living room area and down the stairs to this playroom.
Others in the semi-darkness had taken over, stripping her, collaring her, then finally binding her wrists and arms together in this awkward position before throwing her onto the floor and leaving her there to shiver in the dark.
Ellen stiffened. She could hear skittering noises, the sounds of rats scurrying around in the dark corners. She groaned, snaking her way away from the walls toward the center of the room.
Now she began to question her motives for having joined this horrid club.
Footsteps! Ellen panted heavily, her tits rising and falling mightily. She raised her head, seeing a dark bulky figure descending the basement stairs. She shuddered, her fingers pressing against her palms as a big man moved slowly through the shadows.
Only when he was standing over her did the one single light bulb illuminate his face. He looked familiar, but Ellen couldn't place his face. He was darkly handsome, but in a cruel way.
He looked down at her, then he raised one booted foot and pressed it against her throat. Ellen gasped, feeling the cold hard leather rubbing up against her windpipe. There had been some leather games the last time, but nothing that had felt this threatening.
She squirmed, trying to jerk her head away from the big man. But he stayed with her, applying more pressure, pressing on her windpipe until Ellen could hardly get air through to her lungs. Her nostrils flared, her eyes bugging out while a pulse throbbed through her temples.
"Please ... please, don't ... don't do this to me!" she whispered, the words barely audible.
He had his heel against her windpipe now, rubbing from side to side, applying a pressure that made her gasp for air.
Ellen was terror-stricken. She thrashed, her arms and legs pulling against the restraining leather until her wrists were rubbed raw and pink.
"Uhhhh!" Ellen jerked forward, feeling the pressure ease off suddenly from her throat.
She coughed and gasped for air, her eyes watering with the effort.
"You never thought about what you were getting into, did you? What did you think it was going to be, a garden party?"
"I ... I don't know," Ellen confessed.
"You will," he said. "My name's Jack. I'll be ... instructing you, putting you through the paces. It's to see if you're up to the club's standards."
"I ... I don't want to join. I've changed my mind," Ellen said hurriedly, twisting painfully in her bonds.
Her shoulders had begun to ache while her thighs were cramping from that backward-bound position they were in.
"You don't have that option-at least, for tonight. You're here," Jack said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "and you'll stay here until I say you can go."
"No, please ... I ... uhhhh!"
He gave her no chance to explain. Bending down, Jack untied her wrists and ankles quickly, rolling her onto her belly and jabbing the pointed toe of his black engineering boots up into her asscrack.
"Awk!" Ellen's legs shot out. She felt the cold leather boot worming up against her shitter, distending the brown wrinkled hole.
Ellen screamed, her knees scraping along the rough floor while her tits were mashed against the concrete. Scratching her nails against the cold surface, she groaned softly, feeling the toe of the boot squeeze into her bowels. It was the most ghastly feeling she had ever felt in her life.
She tried crawling forward, but Jack pulled his toe from her shitter, pressing the heel of his boot against her shoulders. Ellen froze, afraid to make the slightest move for fear of him cracking her back.
"You ... you enjoy doing this, don't you?" she gasped.
Jack laughed softly, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He began tearing at her scalp.
She cried out, her head snapping up from the floor, tears burning her eyes. She begged him to let her go, to let her flee from this club.
"Owwwww!" she groaned.
He was twisting her hair from side to side, laughing as she squealed with the tearing pain. When she thought she would surely faint from the agony, Jack let go, kicking her hard in the hip. The force of that blow made her roll over.
Ellen brought her hands protectively to her cunt, fighting back the sobs as she looked up tearfully at the big stud over her.
"Get up. You're no good to me on the floor right now. If you don't get up, I'll pull you up by the cunt," he snarled.
Ellen shook off her stupor, jerking her legs under her firm ass-cheeks and rising from the floor. She swayed unsteadily, bringing up one hand to her head while trying to regain her balance. Again Ellen thought of her home and sobbed, wondering when she would see it again.
"Nice cunt, nice ass, nice tits," Jack muttered, circling her slowly, pinching her now and then. "We're gonna get that cleaned up before I go any further. But first, I'll give you a sample of what we're all about."
Jack took her by the wrist and led her away.
Ellen followed reluctantly. She shuffled over the cold concrete floor, fear in her eyes. Her teeth chattered as she found herself facing the unknown.
He stopped, indicating a four-foot horizontal bar hanging overhead with one finger. Ellen followed his gaze and shuddered, raising her arms as Jack had directed her to. She watched helplessly as he strapped her tightly to the thing, using small leather straps of half-inch width and crisscrossing them to ensure the bonds would not slip.
"Okay, spread the legs side apart. Come on, don't take your fuckin' time doin' it."
"Ohhhh," Ellen groaned, obeying, feeling her nerve-endings stand on end as her torture session began.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen curled her toes, the touch of the cool black leather cuffs against her ankles sending shivers of delight and fear racing up her spine. Her flesh broke out into goose pimples while her nipples began to stiffen and stand on end.
Ellen shook the loose hair from her eyes as Jack spread her legs widely apart. Looking down, she saw that beyond each of her separated feet a ringbolt in the floor held a short chain that held an anklet. It was that touch of leather, that smooth soothing sensation that had made her body writhe in the fetid air.
Jack was fitting the anklets on her and buckling them tightly, looking up at her tightly drawn, whitish face and smiling with approval. Yes, he could read the growing terror and dismay on her face, exactly what he had hoped to see.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me here?" she asked, streams of perspiration beginning to trickle down her back and out from her underarms.
"What do you think? What kind of club do you think I run here?"
Jack got up from the floor, dusting off his Levi's, then moving slowly to the wall where a small wooden winch handle was fastened to the cinderblocks.
Ellen could barely see a thick rope leading from the winch to the pulley overhead. He was going to stretch her, tear her body apart right there in the basement!
Ellen threw back her head, and screamed, her wrists twisting in the bonds, her knees shaking wildly while the anklets tightened cruelly with each move she made. Gasping with pain and fear, she managed to control herself for the moment, watching as Jack began to turn the wheel slowly.
"Uhhhhh!" Ellen felt the bar rising slowly, taking her body with it.
First one, then the other heel left the floor, her toes still remaining flush against the concrete. In a moment the small short chains holding the anklets to the eyehooks in the floor tightened and vibrated, refusing to give while the overhead bar continued to rise. Her arms stretched until the muscles bulged smoothly against her sweat-damp flesh. The cords stood out in her neck as Ellen cried out for the big man to stop hurting her. Still the ratchet turned, stretching her body more and more.
Ellen could feel pain tearing at her arms, her shoulders, her belly. She thought she could hear something pop in her shoulders while her knees ached terribly.
Another turn!
Ellen shrieked, her face becoming wet with streams of sweat while her tits flattened against her stretched upper chest. Still Jack continued to turn the winch, moving more slowly now, listening eagerly to her screams for mercy and watching as her body formed a tall, narrow X.
Ellen's shrieks bounced off the gray walls, her breaths coming in gasps, her eyes fluttering madly, her forehead creased. She thought he would surely pull her arms out of her throbbing sockets.
Then Jack stopped. He walked back to her. The bones in her legs ached with the terrible pulling pressure. Ellen watched him approach.
"Uhhhh!"
"You're a beautiful woman, even when you're stretched this way. Especially when you're stretched this way, I should say, eh?"
He laughed, running his fingers up and down her side, rubbing her nipples with both hands, then bringing them down to her cunt.
Ellen shivered, feeling his callused palms pressing against her cunt-mound. She groaned, closing her eyes, feeling his fingers working greedily over her, sliding into her cunt-hole and touching the super-sensitive membranes until her head rolled back and her mouth lolled open.
In spite of herself, Ellen was feeling her pussy heat up, the searing warmth making her clit stiffen and curl back under the man's touch. He laughed again, not saying a word as one finger slithered into her cunt-hole, twisting around like a snake. His thumb began caressing her clit.
Ellen groaned, her body starting to move in a counter-movement as that wriggling finger touched all the right places. Ellen was breathing faster, her flesh glistening with perspiration while her nipples throbbed in time with her clit. Her toes tickled while that wonderful finger caressed the soppy, velvety smooth walls of her cunt.
Jack had crushed her clit under one jagged thumbnail, rolling it savagely back and forth, then pulling his finger out only to grab a fistful of her pussy-hairs. Again Ellen screamed, her body bouncing against the restraining chains as Jack tore the silken hairs from her cunt. Her head jerked from side to side.
"Now, we begin."
Jack backed away from her and disappeared in the shadows.
The woman was grateful for this respite. She sagged in her bonds, looking up at the pulley assembly over her head. She kept hoping that God somehow would make the thing collapse. But the pulleys remained mercilessly silent, secure in their rivets.
Jack returned, tapping a small black leather whip against his left thigh.
Ellen cringed, her wrists hurting more and more as the leather straps cut into her flesh.
"Ohhhh!" Ellen shivered, her body shuddering.
Jack began tapping her nipple with the wrapped handle of his weapon. Ellen closed her eyes as he moved the whip over to her other nipple, touching it soothingly, almost lovingly. He was tickling her body with the leather, drawing the whip down to her belly, then finally tickling it between her cunt-lips.
Ellen bit her lower lip, not wanting to show this animal how she felt and yet not being able to stop her reaction. Ellen knew her body was giving in, surrendering to the cool, firm touch of the black leather when Jack drew it from her.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing at least four feet away from her, holding the whip tightly with his right hand, cocking his arm back and taking deadly aim. Ellen stiffened with fright, shaking her head.
The long snake-like whip unfurled with a crack over his head, then came crashing down on her right shoulder.
"Eaghghghhh!" Ellen thought someone had sliced her arm away.
She closed her eyes and shrieked in pain, her arms and wrists tugging at the leather bonds. The knife-like agony ripped through her shoulder, ricocheting through her body and crushing up her spine. She sobbed, blinking away the tears as Jack prepared himself for another killing blow.
"Uh!"
He had doubled the whip now, striking the loop against her cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head violently, her long silken hair splashing over her face. Cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek and the slow, heavy trickle down her face suggested to Ellen that he had scarred her for life. She licked blood from the corner of her mouth, feeling nothing but savage hatred for this man.
"This is only a sample. You'll come to love this." he said, rubbing the leather whip against her lips and laughing at her.
"No!" Ellen spat at the thing, feeling anger rising in her.
"They all say that at first. You'll be a great success story," Jack said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, then stepping back once more.
It was then Ellen noticed the big bulge tenting up the front of his Levi's. The sight of her hanging there helpless, stretched, while he whipped her savagely was turning him on. Ellen ignored the fiery pain running from her ribs to her navel and glared hatefully at him.
"Let me go! I don't want these games any more! You're all crazy! You're horrible!"
Jack coughed, his breath catching for a moment as he stared in amusement at her. Jerking his arm back, he brought the whip down against her nipple. The slicing pain of that blow was only the first agony for her.
After her scream, after an involuntary spasm that made her legs shiver against the chains holding them, Jack moved up to her and punched her hard in the stomach.
Ellen let out a whoosh of air, her head jerking forward.
"You don't have anything to say now, do you? You don't want to scream at me what you think about all this right now?" Jack taunted.
Ellen wanted to spit at him, then thought better of it.
"Bitch!"
He slashed the whip across her face. Lashing out a second time, he nearly peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her nipple.
"Yagghhh!" Ellen writhed with the pain of the cuts.
She could feel something warm and sticky flowing down her ribs. She was afraid to look. Her entire body twisted and writhed with agony. And there would be more to follow.
Jack stared hotly at her, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body aroused him. He came closer to Ellen.
She felt weak and hurt. But when he grabbed at her cunt, twisting the hairs and her cunt-lips in his fist, Ellen sprang to life. The pulling, tearing agony blasted through the woman like a hot knife. She exploded in a series of shrieks, her body vibrating like a struck tuning fork against the restraining chains.
"Yeah, good. Your screams are like good music to me, baby."
Ellen forced herself to be silent, choking back her own shrieks. She wouldn't give him any satisfaction.
When she remained silent for more than a moment, Jack brought his left hand up to her face, beating her with it until the nails scarred her flesh.
"Come on, baby, cat got your tongue. It'll go easier with you if you let it all out," Jack taunted.
When she remained silent for more than a moment, Jack brought his left hand up to her face, beating her with it until the nails scarred her flesh.
"Come on, baby, cat got your tongue. It'll go easier with you if you let it all out," Jack taunted.
When she still refused to scream, he backed down once more, lashing his whip across her face, her belly, the tops of her tits. The black leather smacked her each time, sending a shiver of agony racing through her body.
Ellen bit her lip until she could taste her own blood. But still she kept quiet, choking back the screams as the black leather whip curled around her body, stinging her flesh cruelly.
Opening her eyes at one point, Ellen saw the long red marks appearing on her skin. There were welts in some places, long ugly purple things scarring her flesh. It was more than she could stand.
"Noooo! Oh no, no!"
Jack stopped for a moment, listening to her cries of horror. Doubling the whip again, he moved up to her hanging body, hitting her across the underarms, then bringing it down and sliding it into her spread cunt. Noticing how greasy the leather surface became, Jack began striking her pussy lightly with the whip, increasing the force of the blows as Ellen's cries became louder.
"Not there! God in heaven, not there!" she shrieked, her head snapping back.
Jack slapped the whip down hard, the blow distending her cunt lips and sending an exploding shock of pain into her womb.
Ellen nearly lost consciousness with that blow, her body shivering as her tits bounced against one another.
Ellen looked up and saw the dark pink chafing marks on her wrists. Her ankles, she was sure, looked the same. And still Jack hit her, moving around now to her back and bringing the looped belt down hard between her jutting shoulder blades. The pain was maddening as long red stripes appeared on her flesh.
"Ughhhh!"
He beat her calves, the backs of her legs, along her spine, the back of her neck, then he finally concentrated on her jiggling plump ass-cheeks. Again and again he smacked the black leather against her firm ass.
When Ellen's cries reached a fever pitch once again, Jack turned the whip around, jabbing the handle up against her ass-cheeks, then sliding it down until it was rubbing up against her shitter.
Ellen's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping. He was going to fuck her with that thing! Her knees shook while her body jerked violently against the restraints.
In spite of all this pain, she was growing hot, very, very hot. She felt the greasy, sexy slide of her cunt lips over one another as her body jerked in the restraints.
Jack reached around, dipping his fingers once more in her pussy and grunting with satisfaction. Now he knew how hot she was.
Ellen felt the handle screwing hard against her shitter, forcing its way into her bowels.
"Awwwwkk!" Her eyes bulged out as Ellen felt that horrid thing trying to screw its way into her ass.
She pushed outward as if she were trying to take a shit. She wasn't going to let him do this to her! She would do anything to keep that horrible thing out of her ass.
But Jack began hitting her savagely across the back and buttocks, making her cry out, confusing her. When she finally relaxed, he jammed the whole thing in like a huge, hard lump of shit going the wrong direction. Suddenly half of the handle was already shoved in.
"Agaghhh!"
"That's it, baby, gobble it up. You got a hungry ass like you got a hungry cunt!"
She hung there, half the whip handle sticking out of her ass-hole. The muscles around her shitter felt as if they were becoming separated because of the pressure.
Jack didn't give her enough time to become used to the strange invasion. Slowly he began twisting the thing around and around, making short, jerky fucking movements with the handle until her sphincters began loosening.
Ellen gasped. "Stop this. Please, stop ... oh God, God!"
Jack was right. In spite of herself, Ellen felt her pussy growing hot and tight. She thought her cunt was almost yearning to feel a prickhead slide in there, touching all those sensitive walls that only Jack's fingers had scraped.
When the big man shoved the entire handle in her ass and began screwing it back and forth, Ellen shrieked, her body trembling as if she were having a fit.
Jack left the handle in her ass for a few moments, then he pulled it out. It felt like a vacuum had been attached to her bowels, sucking out all her guts.
"Oooooh!"
"That was only a sample, a taste," he said, wiping the handle against his pants, then moving back to the wall.
Ellen heard the sound of the turning ratchet, felt the slackening of pressure against her arms and legs. In a moment her feet were flat on the floor while the horizontal bar no longer pulled painfully at her shoulders.
Jack was untying the straps. It was all she could do to keep from falling to the floor.
"Now through those doors," Jack said, pointing to a set of green metal doors to her right.
Ellen bent down, rubbing the chafed, sore spots where the anklets had been tied. She was anxious to move from the room, get away from Jack. She hesitated, but then moved quickly when he threatened her once again with a savage kick.
"Ooooh!" Ellen stumbled forward. The aches in her muscles from all the stretching made her walk awkwardly.
When she reached the doors, Jack unlocked them, then pushed her forward roughly. She tripped and fell, sprawling on her hands and knees on the cement basement floor. Hands suddenly appeared and set her upright.
Jack was still behind her, slapping her on the ass, grabbing hold of her ass-cheeks and squeezing it hard. She squealed, slapping back instinctively at the big man.
"She was active, very, very active," Jack said to the two men standing around her.
"No! Oh God, God!"
More of them! There were more of them standing around her staring with leering grins at her.
"You sure did a job on her, Jack. Looks like we'll have to clean her up a lot before sending her home," the tallest of the men said, slapping her hard on the ass.
Ellen tore away from the men, backing up, trying to hide her cunt from their lewd eyes. The whip marks on her ass and thighs stung. She looked from man to man, her nipples radiating up from the goose-fleshed skin.
Ellen looked at the three men, measuring them even as she tried to press back against the cinderblock walls. Her hair flew as she turned her head one way and the other, looking for some escape path. Nothing. The door was closed.
And now Jack was approaching her, gripping her hard and dragging her to one wall.
Ellen saw two long chains attached to the wall, at the end of which were two rusty metal clamps.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No, no-eaghhh!"
Ellen stood on tiptoe, trying to ease the pulling pain those awful clamps made on her nipples.
Jack had shoved her against the wall, keeping her relatively motionlesss with the pressure of his body against her back while fumbling for the clamps. Quickly he grabbed one, opening it and letting the teeth bite down on her right nipple.
Ellen thought he was going to tear her nipple off. She shrieked, beating her head against his chest while he did the same thing to the other nipple.
Backing away, Jack left her hanging there, the clamps pulling on her tits, the teeth biting cruelly into the long red nubs. Her knees scraped against the rough walls while Ellen did all she could to keep from letting those clamps pull on her nipples too hard. She was terrified of having her body torn apart, mortified by the fact that the men behind her were laughing at her predicament.
"Hey, baby, what's the trouble? You can't stand on your own two feet?"
"Yeah, come on, all you've gotta do is stand up straight, just like your mother told you!" Jack called out.
She could hear scraping behind her. Ellen refused to move, to do anything but press her hands against the wall and stand on her toes. If she stood like that, the pulling sensation disappeared. But how her arches and ankles ached from that position! Just as bad, the clamps chewed painfully on her nipples, making her wince with pain.
"Ahhhhh!"
Ellen threw herself against the wall as a hot spray of water smashed against her lower back. It stung her flesh, making the wounds of the whip throb even more while her feet slipped against the tiled floor. She screamed, nearly falling. The chains pulled out, tearing at her nipples, sending shocks of agony racing through her.
Ellen shrieked, beating at the wall with her fists and finally managing to crawl her way back. She pressed one cheek against the cold stone, panting heavily, sobbing, as the clamps chewed cruelly on her nipples.
Turning her head one way, she saw two of the men holding car-cleaning wands, thin opaque streams of water shooting from them.
"Get 'er in the ass. She-likes getting things shoved up her ass."
"No!"
The two men moved carefully on the floor, aiming the hot water at her ankles and trying to throw her off-balance again. Ellen braced herself against the cement, banging her toes painfully against the wall as she struggled with all her strength for balance. One man came closer, directing the hot stream right at her shitter.
Ellen screamed, keeping her knees still pressed against the wall, feeling her ass shaking and shivering under the direct attack. She felt her sphincters snap shut while that dreadful stream managed to shoot its way into her bowels. It was like getting an obscene enema!
"Nooooo!"
The second man came around and directed his steamy stream at her tits. There was something horribly different about this spray. As it slicked across her face, Ellen tasted something. Wax! He was hot-waxing her! She shrieked, shaking the droplets off, screaming at him while he laughed and fought back with the water.
"Ohhhh!"
Her feet slipped all around her, the wax building up opaquely around her toes. Ellen shrieked again, the water and wax stinging her body, coating her and making those whip stripes ache.
Blindly she struggled through the waterfall of steaming water and wax, groping for the clamps tearing at her nipples. She felt the cold metal with her fingers and clamped down hard, freeing her tits. "Uhhh!"
Flushed with triumph, Ellen fell back onto the floor, laughing at all of them while doubling into a fetal position. The water stopped for a moment. She lay there quietly, drawing her knees up, listening to them whisper behind her.
It was only when she heard a hissing sound that Ellen opened her eyes and straightened her legs. A blast of hot water in her rib cage quickly awakened her.
Jack and his cronies had brought in a full-powered fire hose. The two men played a stream of scalding water over her body.
Ellen screamed, shaking off her stupor. She had to get away from the stream. It was scalding her flesh! It felt as if they were holding a thousand matches against her skin, watching and laughing as she burned before them.
But when she tried to rise, she fell forward, sprawling face-first on the wax-slicked floor. She scooted backward at one point, striking her head hard against the wall.
Looking up, she saw the clamps dangling above her. Reaching up, Ellen wrapped her fingers around the right clamp and hauled herself up from the floor with a grunting effort.
"Stop this!" she shrieked.
Then the stream slammed at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on her flesh, opening her cunt-lips and setting a lusty flash of fire loose on her clit.
Ellen doubled up as if Jack had hit her in the stomach once more. Her knees threatened to buckle as a flash of erotic sensations rushed through her.
"Come on, honey! Come on, show us your stuff!" Jack shouted.
Pushing herself up, Ellen felt a rush of hatred as she found her eyes meeting his. She summoned enough energy to spit in his direction, but the effort made the next blast of water catch her by surprise. The stream slashed around her ankles, forcing her back, then finally upending her.
With a sharp cry, Ellen fell on her ass, the force of that fall nearly knocking her unconscious.
"Ohhhh!"
Ellen tried to struggle to her feet once more. But the shorter man directed his stream at her crotch. Ellen's knees snapped together, her ass falling back onto the floor as the droplets bit into her flesh. The water hit like a sharp hammer on her cuntflesh, the force spreading open her cunt lips and sending a flash of fire on her clit.
Ellen doubled over and fell onto her right side, her mouth opening wide as another blast of water splashed over her cunt. She felt as if a hundred hot, sucking mouths were leeched onto her pussy, their tongues wriggling deep into her pussy while her juice ran like lava from her cunt-hole.
Ellen let out another cry, feeling her pussy become tight and hot. With a great effort, she rolled onto her belly, wriggling like a snake on the floor. She was trying to get her cunt away from that delicious, moving stream. But it was so hard to move now. She was confused, frightened, horrified of what the water was doing to her.
Ellen groaned, feeling her long hair tangling around her neck. She worked her knees against the cold hard surface, struggling to get up.
Jack took the hose and shot water straight up her long thighs. It was a move that shot her forward, banging her head against the wall once more. Another shot sent Ellen around on her back. She found herself hunching back at the stream of water. She was fucking the water as if she were fucking a man.
The other man was blasting water against her shitter. It was like having two tongues fucking her at the same time! The streaks on her ass and the whip stripes on her belly throbbed. But the pain was somehow adding to the sensations growing hotter and hotter in her cunt and ass.
Ellen gasped, her slick body sliding on the concrete. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of the hot water, she feared would surely drown her. She turned to her right, keeping her back to the doors. Her skin was reddening as the roaring water massaged life into her body.
"Stop, oh God, stop!"
Ellen's words were drowned out by the heavy splashing and shouting behind her. Jack ran the hose around her, directing the flow against every part of her body. She tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance. There was a second hose, a second man, and a third man waiting in the wings ready to take over from Jack.
Ellen had to he on the floor and she turned this way and that to keep from drowning, feeling the water constantly spattering up against her body, trying to wriggle its way back into her cunt.
Ellen raised up, looking out toward the door. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling now, half-hiding Jack's face.
"Uhhhh!"
The hose blasted against her tits, her nipples driving into the firm flesh of her tits under the harsh flow. Ellen screamed, feeling her tit aching with lust. The heat of the water and the inner heat of her lust combined to make her pant as much as a bitch dog in heat.
She groaned, putting her hands in front of her, feeling the blast against her palms as she tried vainly to stop it.
"Too much for you, baby? Gotta take a rest from all this before you get back to it?" one of the men cried, laughing as he moved the stream under her palm and shot it right into her cunt.
"Oh!"
Ellen's eyes rounded, her knees jerking apart as she felt the rush spatter against her pussy walls. She threw her head back, feeling herself fading as she fell onto her back. She lay on her back now, weeping as the first man played the hose from her tits to her cunt, then back again. The incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit and her cunthole made Ellen roll her hips as if she had a powerful lover atop her, fucking her out of her mind.
She cried out with a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. It was more than she could stand.
Groaning, Ellen tried rolling on her side once more. But the effort was too great for her. She felt the heat in her cunt increase.
"Come on, baby, come on! Fuck it out, cunt-bitch! Fuck it out!"
Ellen struggled against the fog settling over her brain, putting her hands over her cunt. But each time she did that, Jack moved the hose around so the water blasted at her shitter or her tits. The splashing waves bouncing off her tits shot into her nostrils and mouth, choking her.
Ellen turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air. She couldn't hide the lascivious heat from their eyes. They could see her, see the way her fingers now worked at her cunt while the water tried drowning her there on the floor. It was all too much for her to bear. "Uh! Uh! Oh!"
The lowering clouds of steam in the small room hid her from the others for a moment. Reaching up with one hand, Ellen shoved her fist into her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing had aroused her, she didn't want them to see her starting her cum.
And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off like an atom bomb. Ellen could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch going higher and higher, the slow opening and closing of her cunt-hole telling her that her orgasm was only moments away.
She cinched her eyes shut as she lay there completely exposed to the water. Ellen hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her climax finally stopped.
"Ahhhhh!" She was rutting there like a whore right in front of them, rolling and twisting her hips, looking for more sensation from the stinging water.
The hot, tight, itchy mass of feeling in her crotch became more and more erotic. The sharpening of sensation increased as the water beat at her clit.
She writhed. Any second and she would cum. Her orgasm would knock her out surely. She could feel the power of that thing welling up in her pussy, and she knew it would be far more wild than anything she had ever felt.
Ellen groaned, her eyes rolling up in her head as she drummed the floor with her whip-striped legs.
Her flesh squeaked on the cement floor. Ellen wanted to feel the tremendous sensation of climax again-that pulsing, vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles. She ground her teeth together, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
But Jack and the others would have none of that. A quick move of his arm swept the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of the heat in her pussy made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip a bit, then shoot back up as the renewed blast sent it higher.
Jack was taking careful aim with the hose, his movements adding to the lusty rush of feelings through Ellen's body. "Ooooooh, stop!"
Ellen felt the water blast across her rippling flat belly and back onto her tits. This time she noticed the water was toying with her nipples longer than before. It was as if he was making love to her with this hose! The thought sent another flash of heat racing through Ellen.
The stream forced the rubbery tips of her tits up toward her face, the full underswell of her tits throbbing under the hot, steady flow. Ellen brought her hands to her crotch, rubbing her thumbs along the insides of her soaked outer cunt lips.
Ellen knew that she would cum hard this time around. She would climax so hard that she would be knocked senseless! The roping, the chaining, the beating, everything faded in the background, as Ellen felt herself sailing toward the ceiling.
"Uhhhhh!"
The water was back down to her cunt once more, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. Her knees flew apart, her toes curling until they clamped while Ellen crawfished across the slick floor.
The men laughed, watching her squirm under their control. Ellen groaned, thinking that the water now felt like a tongue, a huge tongue sucking and licking at her cunt. She groaned, tensing herself, trying to force her body to hurry into climax.
"Ahhhhh!"
Ellen could have cried with frustration. Jack was playing the water between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The stream bounced from the floor to slick down the undersides of her thighs, then slashed back and forth across her ass-cheeks.
Ellen levered her ass up, putting her hands on her ass-cheeks and shamelessly spreading herself for the invading stream. She could feel the vulgar thrill of the water blasting against the tight, brown ring of her shitter. Jack had shoved the whip handle there before, causing her tremendous pain and shame. The water was so much better, so much more satisfying than having that handle worming its way through her ass-hole to her belly!
"Oh!"
Now the force of the stream had aroused every part of Ellen's perverted lust. She had been pushed this way and that until she no longer knew up from down. All the woman needed was that wild sensation throbbing hotly through her cunt, making her nipples hard, wanting to be touched, sucked, bit! Even the insides of her tightened thighs ached for the release from her cunty need.
Ellen strained, lowering her raised hips. She had to feel that stream on her clit. Her cunt felt as if it were tied in knots of sexual hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge. She rolled her hips, looking for that last tiny bit of hot sensuality that would shove her into a world of pleasure/pain and bright lights.
"Now, shift! Shift or the fuckin' bitch's gonna blow on us."
The water stopped for a brief second. Then it came back, but this time in an icy form. Suddenly a jolting blast of cold water hit her cunt like a fist.
Ellen felt her pussy clench like a clam's shell, snapping shut while a hot stream still blasted into her face.
Ellen groaned, feeling the icy stream splash against her body even harder than the hot hose had. Both streams played over her body, the cold one always returning to her cunt. Ellen couldn't believe how much her climax had increased, how long the cunt-clenching of her muscles had lasted. The freezing water petrified her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of her pleasure. Ellen couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of her cum until the icy blast moved away from her cunt. "Ahhhh!"
When it blasted across her tits, Ellen thought the freezing water would strangle her. Her chest tightened. She fought with all her strength to breathe. Her chest spasmed as she battled against the terrifying chill of that second hose.
"No, oh Holy Jesus, no!" Ellen cried, feeling the room go black around her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen felt herself spinning completely out of control. The water and gut-wrenching explosion of her cum wouldn't let her regain anything. She writhed on the floor, agonized by the onslaught against her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body.
The sound of the water drowned out the men's laughter and curses.
Ellen rolled over, feeling the twin streams of water blast against the spasming ring of her ass-hole. Ellen strangled on her sobs, her breath gasping out because of the power of her climax.
"Please, no, no! No!"
Ellen felt her skin draw painfully tight over her bones and muscles. The goose bump hardness of her nipples hurt terribly. Yet, it was the pleasant tingling pain of her arousal! The wrinkly areolas tightened until her tits hurt.
Ellen crawled to the far wall, clawing to get away. The naked, tortured, still-cumming woman climbed up, her head tilted back. The water hoses forced the dual streams against her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. Ellen felt her arms grow weak.
She slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor, groaning, listening to the gurgling sounds of the water gushing into the drains. The white-painted wall in front of her grew dark.
There were shouts from Jack. The water stopped. It was that cessation that finally drove her into unconsciousness.
With another cry, Ellen felt herself slipping into blessed unconsciousness. Jack was saying something to her, nudging her prone body with the toe of one boot. But it didn't matter to her any longer. She was drifting away in a faint.
"Uhhhhh!" Ellen rolled onto her back, feeling the world disappear in a black silence. How long she had been like that, she didn't know.
When she awoke, Ellen found herself sitting spread-legged in one of the shabby living room chairs she had passed earlier. Somehow, someone had dressed her.
Jack was sitting opposite her, his hands folded in front of him, his eyes dancing merrily.
"So, you've passed the first test. That make you feel any better?"
Ellen composed herself, staring at him, feeling a sense of accomplishment although she couldn't understand why.
Jack nodded in the direction of the doors behind her.
Turning around in her chair, Ellen could barely make out what seemed to be a crowd behind her. They were all silent, all staring at her and Jack.
"The others," he explained mystically, his lips turning up in a grin. "They all went through what you are going through, and survived. You will be the prize of the lot, I think. Do you still want to get out?"
Ellen began to speak, then stopped. Instinctively she wanted to tell him just what she had thought of this sick little game. But then something held her back, telling her to be cautious, not to jump to conclusions.
Ellen lowered her gaze and shook her head.
"I thought not."
Jack tapped one finger on the coffee table in front of him.
Ellen moved to the edge of the chair, her legs spread, her back straight. Nonchalantly she let one hand fall to her lap. She was close enough to the table so the movement of her hand wasn't noticed by anyone.
Keeping composed, Ellen worked her hand under her skirt, reaching to her oozing cunt. The odor of lust was heavy, but Jack didn't notice the smell or the movement of her hand.
Ellen spread the lips of her pussy and entered her cunt. The tangled brown cunt hair tickled her fingers. Her pussy and thighs were wet and tingling. Pushing on her clit gently, steadily, she felt her climax coming on.
"Then, I may leave?" she asked, her voice throaty, almost sensuous.
"For the time being, yes. Your husband's conveniently out of town much of the time during the week, am I right?"
"Yes. That's what I told you before," Ellen said, rising shakily from the chair.
She saw the others were still there standing silently, watching her, studying her. She fumbled with her dress, still not believing she was actually free of them.
"Good. We'll call you when we want to have another ... meeting."
"But my daughter..."
Jack raised a hand to silence her.
"We're discreet. That's why we're able to go on without being noticed. No one will suspect ... unless you tell them," Jack said with a sly grin, indicating with a hand movement that she was free to go.
Nothing more was said. Clutching her black leather handbag to her waist, Ellen rushed from the room, stumbling down the porch and inhaling the cool, clean late-night air. She paused, seeing her car was parked exactly where she had left it.
Ellen walked slowly to her Chevrolet, certain that nothing would ever be the same for her.
Fumbling for her keys, Ellen wondered if Marie was having a good time at the prom this evening and if she was home by now.
While Ellen drove back, her mind rushing over countless thoughts that dealt with her systemized torture, Marie huddled in the corner of Eddy Harrington's new white Mustang. She knew he wouldn't try anything weird here, not in front of her home. Tears still rolled down her flushed cheeks, tears for her lost innocence and for the realization that something deep and hidden in her psyche had been released by Eddy. Marie wasn't sure she liked knowing that side of herself and she cringed.
"You'll like meeting my uncle later on," Eddy said, both hands on the wheel.
"Oh?"
Marie couldn't see his face very well in the dark, but she knew he had to be leering at her.
"Yeah, he'll like you a lot! He's that kinda guy. He's way more hip than my folks. You'll see," Eddy said, patting her on the thigh.
Marie slapped his hand away, opening the door and swinging her legs out. She was halfway down the walk to her house, gathering her bodice about her and searching her mind wildly for an explanation to her mother why she was still crying.
"You won't get away from me, Marie! You'll come back, just like all the others! You'll see!"
His taunting voice followed her into the house, ringing in her ears, even after she had shut and locked the door. How quiet the house was! All she could hear was the steady ticking of the clock. It was scary. Marie walked up to the stairway, her fingers gripping the polished dark wood.
"Mother?"
At first there was no answer. Then the upstairs bedroom door cracked open.
Ellen peered into the semi-darkness. "Oh, hello, dear. I was tired and decided to go to bed early. Make yourself something if you want. I'm going to sleep now."
That was certainly odd, Marie thought, taking off her wrap and sliding her shoes from her feet. Her mother was usually full of questions, wanting to know all about the dance and if the boy tried anything. But now her mother ducked back into her room, closing the door with a dull thud.
Marie padded to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk, feeling the shuddering in her body finally stop. It all seemed like a terrible, dreadful nightmare. But it had happened. She had been fucked, raped and brutally so. What was worse was that she had enjoyed it, had wanted more even when she was screaming her head off in pain.
As she finished her glass of milk and hobbled off to her bedroom, Marie had the odd feeling that Eddy would indeed be true to his word.
Several days passed.
Marie attended classes at school and found her mother more distant than she had ever been.
It was on the fourth day that she received a night-time call from Eddy.
"Hey, hot pants! Whatcha doing?"
"Eddy!" Marie wheeled around, covering the receiver and looking for her mother.
"Yeah, and good and hot for you tonight. My dick's real tough and hard. I'm playin' with it right now," he breathed, his voice growing thick.
Marie shivered, wanting to hang up the receiver and yet finding herself listening closely to him. She felt her cunt growing warm and tight while a drop of cunt-juice tickled maddeningly through her pussy thicket. She drew her knees together, curling her toes against her sandals while Eddy breathed heavily into the phone.
"My mom's here. I-"
"Then sneak away. I'm gonna give you this address. You get that hot little ass over here, or I'm going to come and take you there," he said, his voice growing hard.
"You wouldn't!"
Marie's breath caught. She could imagine the scene he would cause on the porch-braying her name, letting everyone know what he had done to her. She could see her mother phoning for the police.
Marie's trembling fingers reached for the pencil, jotting down the number of the address. She was about to say something when the line went dead.
Standing there in the hallway, Marie listened to the dial tone and shivered, feeling her stiffened nipples scratching teasingly against her halter. She could refuse to go. But of course Eddy just might show up and cause a scene. The address was some distance away. She would have to take a cab.
"Uh ... Mother, I'm going to study upstairs now, and then go to bed. I'm a little tired."
Ellen looked up briefly from her newspaper, smiling and nodding.
It was all too easy, Marie thought, rushing around her room and gathering up enough money for cab fare. Tiptoeing back downstairs, she saw her mother still bent over the newspaper studying the ads, the television droning along in front of her.
Marie rushed through the darkened kitchen, unlocked the door, and stepped into the night. Gathering her light blue jacket tightly around her, Marie rushed top a nearby phone booth and hailed a cab.
When she arrived at the large wood-frame house, Marie paid the cab driver, thinking again about crawling back into the taxi and heading home. But something was making her walk to the door.
It was a lonely neighborhood, though not quite deserted. Across the street several houses had their downstairs lights on.
Marie knocked softly, feeling her pussy walls buckle from the increase of sexual heat. Her thighs began to tighten while her clit slowly stiffened, poking its red, rounded head up from around the wet flesh.
"Oh, I must have the wrong address!" Marie cried out, backing away as a tall man opened the door and peered down at her.
"Marie?"
The girl hesitated, turning her head, then looked back up at the handsome man.
"Y-y-yes. Who are you?"
He smiled, nodding his head in approval, then taking her by the wrist and pulling her in.
"Pm Eddy's Uncle Jack. I think he's told you about me."
Marie shrank back, tugging at her arm, wanting to run into the street. Maybe she could still catch that taxi if she hurried.
"Eddy was right," Jack said through his clenched teeth, hauling her into the house and kicking the door shut.
Marie screamed, feeling her jacket being pulled from her bodice. When she tried to take it back, Jack reared back, bringing his hand down hard across her cheek. The blow snapped her head back, sending her reeling across the living room and crashing into a bookshelf.
Marie felt dozens of paperbacks come tumbling over her face, striking her arms and belly as she sank to the floor in a stupor. Her cheek stung from the blow.
Jack walked quickly up to her. "Sit up."
When she refused, he reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her up.
Marie screamed, her arms flying out to either side of her while her knees scraped over the dirty rug. He kept jerking her head up against his black leather boots until her lower lip crack. She could taste warm blood.
Marie screamed out again, her fists beating against his legs and she felt the pain in her scalp increase. She could hear the roots being torn from her head as Jack kept on twisting her hair and laughing at her.
"Uh!" she groaned.
He let go, flinging her down to the floor, then reaching down to her blouse and tearing it open. In a moment, she felt her bra being ripped from her body, her thunderous tits bouncing together.
"Help! Oh God, someone, help me!" Marie cried.
"No one's gonna hear you. I've had this place soundproofed years ago. You could shoot off guns in here and nobody'd pay attention," Jack commented.
Marie trembled as he smiled, his lips pulling back against his straight large white front teeth. She crawled away, her fingers clawing at the carpeting until she felt her spine touching the wall.
Jack pursued her slowly, blocking her escape, watching her. Then Marie saw his hand jerk up and come down again, his fingers and palm crashing hard against the side of her skull. She thought he had cracked her jaw with the force of that blow.
"Aghghhhh!" Marie rolled over and over on the floor, her head ringing while her cheeks burned again from abuse.
When she finally came to rest on her belly, she whimpered, not wanting to move even though Jack was commanding her to get up again.
"You want more of this? Eddy's waiting for us downstairs. You don't want to keep him waiting, do you?"
"I-I I don't care about-uhhhhh!"
There was another blow, this time across the back of her head, sending the young girl sprawling back onto the floor.
Jack let her cry for a moment, her sobs the only sound in the room except for his uneven breathing.
Then she felt his fingers fumbling for the zipper of her skirt, finding it, then pulling it down. Marie cried out, her hands reaching back, her fingers fumbling wildly for her skirt that the big man was pulling down around her ankles.
"No!"
He was going to use her like some piece of meat! She could see it in his sewer-rat eyes.
When she tried to protest again, Jack raised one leg and kicked her in the chin with the toe of his boot. Marie thought she heard something cracking in her jaw as she flopped back down dazed onto the floor.
Blinking her eyes clear, she watched him as he unzipped his fly. The Levi's slid down, exposing a thick mass of cock hair and the growing muscled mass of his ten-inch prick.
"Suck it hard first, then lie back and enjoy gettin' fucked by a real man," Jack said, grabbing her hair again and jerking her up against his crotch.
Marie groaned, feeling the wiry hairs tickling her nostrils while her head filled with the sour, pungent aroma of his groin. She inhaled sharply, her nose flattened against his prick. She felt his long, fat cock throbbing against her face. Then Jack pulled her head back, forcing Marie to open her mouth wide.
"Yeah, take it, take it all, baby. Eddy was right. You're a hot little number once you get going. Get that tongue waggin' around the base ... ohhh yeahhh, like that."
Marie's cheeks bulged out as she tried to breathe around the throat-choking cock. His cock was making her jaw ache while his cock-head rubbed over her tonsils, then slid down until it touched the back of her throat.
She panicked, unable to suck in any air to feed her burning lungs. Jerking her hands up, Marie flattened her palms against Jack's thighs, pushing back as hard as she could, feeling her elbows bowing out from the effort.
But Jack could only laugh at her efforts, keeping his paw-like hands around her skull and working his cock in and out, in and out, shifting his lips from side to side at times to make her feel his prick more in her mouth.
Marie was gagging now, frothy spit oozing from the corners of her lips. She coughed, then turned bright red while her eyes bulged with terror. He was choking her with his prickmeat, shoving his cock all the way in her throat while keeping her face prisoner in his crotch! "Ahhhhh!"
Finally Jack let go, letting Marie cough and choke, dragging in air to keep from collapsing into a faint.
When she had recovered, he slowly withdrew his prick, rubbing the meaty cockhead over her lower lip.
CHAPTER SIX
Marie sobbed, her back against the wall now, her fists clenched and pressed against the floor. Sucking his prick wasn't enough. Now he was going to fuck her. She was dizzy with fright-terrified about the rape, and horrified about what surely was to follow.
Jack pushed his Levi's all the way down, the hot smell of his groin washing over her. Her hair crinkled with terror as Jack moved closer, his fat prick waving back and forth, glistening with her own spit. "No!"
Marie felt her tits swelling as he dropped to his knees, knocking her to the floor. He was down on her like a hungry feeding animal, chewing on her nipples, his big teeth gnawing on the sensitive nubs until Marie screamed out in agony.
She pounded the floor with her fists, arching her spine while her skull dug into the carpeting. It was horrid, awful.
And yet she could feel the wetness of her cunt as he pulled off her panties and rubbed his thumb into her tight little crack. She heard him laughing, and she knew he realized just how hot she was. The sensation of that callused finger fucking in and out of her cunthole made her muscles cramp. She drew her legs together, rubbing her silken thighs against his arm while she felt him reach her clit and force the sparking nub down into the surrounding wet flesh.
"Uhhhhh!"
Marie flexed her thighs, jerking her ass, pressing her belly against him.
As awful as it was, she wanted his mouth on her thighs, his big teeth bruising her inner muscles. She needed those sharp fangs between her legs, tearing at her clit, raping her until she couldn't cum any more. "Noooo..."
"Man, you gotta get fucked right now ... even before I kick you downstairs to Eddy. Yeah, you need a good, hard fuckin' real bad."
Holding her wrist down with one hand, he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider apart, cupping her cunt. Again he ran his thumb down into her crease, slicking it back and forth.
Without thinking, Marie shoved her hips up, helping him fuck his thumb deeper into her hot, wet pussy.
Grunting with satisfaction, Jack shoved in, finding her swollen clit, then creasing it with his nail. Marie screamed, the outcry bouncing off the walls while her legs drummed against the living room carpeting. Bright lights exploded in her head.
"Yeah, take it, baby, take it all! It's real nice feelin' you this hot and wet. Eddy told me all about you, but I didn't believe him," Jack said, biting down on her nipples again and fucking two fingers into her sucking cunthole at the same time. "But you're real, all right. Bet we can do anything to you, and you'd love it."
"No, no!"
She panted now, trying to keep from shouting out another agonizing cry. "Uh!"
He had her down on the floor now, unable to wait any longer. Marie clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity sputtering in her fuckslit. He was on her belly, prying her legs apart with rough fingers.
Marie closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her lashes. Her mouth was a tight scar. A pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw tightened as she bit down on her lower lip. Her tits were swollen, the nipples blood-engorged. Spasms of hot, itchy lust attacked her belly, leaping into her cunt. The sweat trickled down from under her arms while his weight pressed her down, nearly through the floor. She could feel that hot, spongy cock tip sliding up against her cunt, then forcing its way past her tight-fitting cunt lips.
"Uhhh, no, no..."
She had been fucked only once. Marie's cunt was still tight, still not used to having a cock inside. And this man's prick was so big, so thick and long! She remembered what it was like having that awful cock rummaging around in her mouth. And now his cock was piercing her, sliding into her cunt, forcing those itchy, slick walls apart and burrowing through her tumid cuntmeat into her body. The force of that rape sent shock waves through her cunt, rocketing into her tits and belly, making her head ache and her brain numb.
He pulled his cock back a little, then shoved forward with a second grunt, rocking his hips, revolving his prick in her cunt so she could feel all of his cock. It was more than Marie could stand. She thought she had blacked out more than once, only coming back to reality to feel more of his cock slipping into her pussy. When she felt the drag of his leathery balls against her crotch, she knew his cock was all the way inside her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, good and hot," he whispered, biting her earlobe until it bled. "Owww!"
"That's it, baby, move that ass! Move it up against my hand so my prick can feel your cunt slippin' around it," Jack said, sliding his hands under her ass and pinching and squeezing her ass-cheeks until she squealed like a stuck pig. "No!"
He started fucking her faster now, his thrusts making her tits jiggle while he kissed her mouth and stuck his tongue all the way down her throat. Marie fought him, trying to tear her lips away from his. But it was impossible. He was tongue-fucking her mouth, squeezing her ass, and now slipping two fingers into her tight little shitter and scraping her bowel lining with the jagged nails.
Marie gave into his savaging, the scalding pain corkscrewing, becoming something greater than the pain she had felt. As Jack fucked her, she tightened up, her cunt clutching his cock. He panted heavily, tearing his mouth away from hers, dropping down to her nipples and chewing on them. At one point Jack clamped his teeth on her nipple, pulling the full tit up from her chest and swinging it around like a dog chewing on a bone before letting it slap back against her chest.
Marie held onto him tightly, feeling her pleasure exploding again and again in her crotch. She hummed, jerking her hips up while flexing her ass-cheeks against the greedily clawing fingers kneading them. Sweat dripped from her body like wax as she slid up against his belly, demanding more sensation and getting it from the big fucking stud.
"Come on, baby, come on! Gonna cut it loose in you, and I wanna feel you cum with me!"
"Cum, cum ... ahhhhhh!"
Marie knew it was rape, but she couldn't help the feeling rocketing through her now. She climbed onto his hard prick, her cunt-muscles clamping down and holding that greasy hunk of muscled prick meat. She felt her climax exploding now, that itch turning into an ache, then turning into something much more powerfuL
Her eyes flicked open and Marie stared at a spot on the wall just past Jack's ear. And, as the first bursts of his cum burned into her cunt, she cried out like a frightened little girl, her legs kicking high. She flung them around him, pounding his kidneys with her heels. She held on as he shoved forward, driving his cock up her slit, spilling the last of his jizz.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
It had lasted for only a few seconds. In moments, Marie found herself coming down, settling back into reality. She looked into Jack's eyes.
"Yeah, you're one hot little bitch. But we've got more in store for you than fucking. This is fine," Jack said, pulling his flaccid prick from her hole and shaking the sweat from his forehead. "But there's more to life than this. You're gonna find out. And maybe, just maybe," he said, pointing a finger at her, "we might let you join the club."
"Club?"
Jack dressed hurriedly, shaking his head.
"We'll see. You'll hear about it, if you pass. Come on. Don't worry about your clothes. You won't need 'em downstairs," Jack said.
Marie staggered to her feet, feeling the cum oozing from her pussy. She wanted to clean herself up, but she was afraid to say one word. She let Jack take her by the hand and lead her through the kitchen, her bare feet shuffling over the cold tile.
"Down here."
She remembered his comment about wanting to kick her down the stairs to Eddy.
Carefully sliding down the stairs, she looked up at Jack, then slowly descended, smelling the humid air of the cellar.
"Hey, Uncle Jack, you been sampling the merchandise upstairs?" Eddy called out, seeing the marks on her sides and the juice trickling from her cunthole.
"I always like to check out what other people tell me," Jack called back, laughing sharply.
"You like him, Marie? Was he better than I was?" Eddy taunted.
She saw him now-big, handsome, just as he had been that dreadful night of the prom when he had raped her in his home. Now he was dressed differently-faded Levi's, tight-fitting white cotton t-shirt. He looked far more threatening than she had ever seen him.
Marie finished going down the stairs, keeping her hands modestly crossed in front of her pussy while her upper arms hid her tits.
"We both fucked her, and she's still acting like a virgin," Eddy said, taking her and leading her to the center of the room.
Jack followed, bringing a four-foot two-by-four with him. They forced Marie to bend down, placing her hands atop the board that Jack had laid across her ankles.
"Now spread 'em, spread those legs. Let's get her tied down here."
They worked quickly, keeping her palms flat against the top of the board while using half-inch line to secure her wrists to her ankles, and both to the board.
When they had finished, Marie was secured to the two-by-four, barely able to move. Her tits rolled forward against her chin, flopping heavily. She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy open up, unsticking, letting more of Jack's cum seep from her hole and trickle down the backs of her thighs.
"Walk."
Eddy slapped her hard against her ass-cheeks, laughing as the girl screamed. Then Marie began walking like a duck. She moved first the right foot, then the left, sliding her naked feet across the basement with great difficulty while the men laughed and slapped her ass-cheeks.
When Marie had finally made it some ten feet, Jack stopped her, reaching down and tugging her head up by grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair. Marie cried out, panting heavily, her body glistening with perspiration.
"The little bitch sucked real good. Thought she was gonna suck me dry. She wouldn't stop. Had to practically knock her free of my dick so I could fuck her proper," Jack said, twisting her head to one side.
"Sure doesn't sound like proper behavior for a young lady. Maybe she needs some lessons on that."
They told her to walk again, Eddy kicking her in the bare ass with his boots when she slowed down after the fourth step. Eddy turned her around, making her waddle in one direction.
Peering up through her curtaining hair, she could see something large and white in front of her. Eddy slapped her again and again, taking her mind off where she was going. How her ass burned with those constant blows! She thought they had to look cherry red now the way both Eddy and Jack were hitting her back there. And how her wrists and ankles hurt from the ropes chafing her skin!
It was so difficult to walk this way, her legs kept wide apart by that board while the ropes burned into her wrists and ankles! She bent her knees a little farther, feeling her thighs tightening until they cramped painfully.
"Lift her up and throw her in," Jack said.
Marie stopped, feeling hands gathering her up from the floor and lifting her at least two feet in the air. Now she could see what it was they were carrying her toward. A bathtub!
She looked around at the men, hoping for some sign in their faces that would let her know what was going on. Nothing. They carried her the few feet remaining to the tub, then lowered her into the thing, her legs still spread far apart, kept that way by the thick board.
Marie was on her back now, her head resting against the rear of the tub, her legs high in the air, her tits flat against her chest.
Eddy was the first one up, leaning against the right side of the old-fashioned tub. He was unzipping his Levi's. His eyes narrowed at her, his lips curled in a thin, cruel smile.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
"Just watch, Marie. It's somethin' I've been thinkin' about doin' to you ... but then again, that's nothin' new. I've been thinkin' about doin' lots to you," Eddy said, pulling out his prickmeat and fingering the fat head lovingly between his thumb and fingers.
Marie lay there quietly, her heart beating so hard she thought they all could hear it. The cold porcelain was making her shoulders ache while the board that kept her legs wide apart weighed heavily against her ankles. She began wondering what on earth Eddy was doing.
Then she saw a droplet of piss bubble up to his prickhead. She screwed up her eyes, trying to imagine what on earth he was up to. Then when a stream of urine began to appear and spatter against one lip of the tub, Marie understood all too well. He was going to piss on her!
Marie opened her eyes, shaking her head violently, while squirming helplessly against the flat-bottomed bathtub.
"No, no, you can't ... you can't do something like this to me!"
Eddy's piss stream grew broader. Bracing his knees against the side of the tub, he directed the piss first against her upturned ass-cheeks, then up toward her chest.
Marie gritted her teeth, feeling the sour bile of disgust rise in her throat. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. The young teen felt the hot, slick piss spattering against her sides, then wash up to her belly, gathering in filthy little pools around her navel.
Marie shuddered, trying to shake off the droplets that clung to her flesh.
Eddy stopped his pissing for a moment, moving around to one side of the tub until he was opposite her head.
Marie followed his movements with wide, frightened eyes. She wished there were something she could say that would stop him. She wished there were something she could do that would take their minds off pissing on her. But both men were interested only in one thing-degrading and humiliating her, pissing on her as if she were a urinal.
The stream began once more. She sucked in a breath as the warm, smelly, yellowish stream cascaded over her belly. The piss spilled all over her belly, gathering in pools once more around her belly, filling her navel, then spilling over her cunt mound. How she hated that sensation, the feel of that piss trickling through her cunt-hairs.
Marie wriggled her ass, feeling it slide sickeningly over the piss-slicked tub. She shivered again, her eyes closing as she felt the stinging spray cover her body completely.
"I'm goin' dry, Uncle Jack. Here, you have a crack at her."
"Sure thing, Eddy."
Jack was at the side as Eddy left, his fat prick semi-rigid in his palm. He had to work at relaxing, being turned on as he was with watching the girl wallowing in the piss, her legs spread apart, her arms and wrists tied together by the restraining rope. Soon the stream began once more.
Marie felt as if she were being suspended over some horrifying abyss, the abyss of hell. She was taking deep breaths now, her tits slapping together while the piss began spraying into her cunt, then moved up quickly to her nipples. Marie shuddered, feeling the piss spray again and again over her hard brown nipples before moving up to her chin.
"No!"
Marie clenched her teeth more firmly together, refusing to open her mouth as the piss sprayed over her lips, into her nostrils, over her face. She couldn't give in to this horror, couldn't scream out her rage and humiliation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"That's it, Uncle Jack, piss in her mouth! Man, nothin' like seem' somethin' like that!" Eddy cried enthusiastically.
Marie could have died! She felt the piss spraying into her hair, slicking down the strands, making her smell awful! She shook her head, opening her mouth quickly to gasp in more air.
Jack took advantage of that move, pissing down into her throat, slicking her tongue with his foul urine. Marie coughed, jerking her head back, striking her skull hard against the tub. "Ughghhhhhh!"
"She's fuckin' filthy," Jack said, wrinkling his nose up and sniffing down into the tub. "We should wash her up. Did that a couple of days ago to a woman. I thought I'd bust a gut watching her fuck the water. She was almost as hot as this one. Let's take the board off the little bitch. She's hot, but I've got somethin' that'll make her even hotter."
Marie was in misery, lying in a pool of urine, feeling her flesh become slicked with the awful stuff. The thought that her ordeal was far from over made her sick.
She felt the ropes slacken around her wrists and ankles, the board finally slipping from her legs. She drew them down, huddling in one corner of the tub, wishing the men wouldn't touch her. But Eddy reached down, grabbing her by both wrists and hauling her up from the tub.
"In there. Clean up, and clean up fast," he said, pushing her toward a small white metal shower stall next to the tub.
Marie stepped in, turning on the icy water and nearly jumping out of her skin. Still, it was something to wash off the horrid odor that was making her sick. She turned in the icy stream, washing off her hair, feeling her flesh become clean again.
Just as she turned off the water, Marie heard a dragging sound just outside the stall. Marie took the towel Eddy handed her and dried off, wrapping it around her hair and stepping out.
"Well, well, the beauty queen. Gimme that," he said, snatching the towel from her hair and throwing it into the piss-filled tub. "You want that so much, you fish it out. Now over here."
Marie told herself to have courage, that this could last only for a few more hours at most. They would have to let her go, or her mother would surely discover her missing and call the police.
There, next to Jack, was a pair of chains attached to a thick crossbar that had been lowered from the ceiling.
Turning to Eddy, she was about to protest when he took her head and jammed something in her mouth. She reared back, her hands jerking up to her face. But he slapped down her arms, then stepped around her and pushed in against the back of her body. Marie tasted something rubbery in her mouth, realizing it was a rubber ball.
"This is to make sure you don't shout down the walls," he explained, fixing two leather straps that drooped from either side of the rubber ball around the back of her head.
Eddy led her to the bar, pushing her down to the floor and tying her already sore wrists to either side of the iron pole.
Marie sobbed, the leather hurting her so badly! She thought the strips would surely cut through to her bone as Jack began turning the winch, pulling the bar up from the floor.
Marie groaned, biting down on the rubber ball, feeling her arms rising slowly. She groaned, her head falling forward, her hair curtaining her flushed face. The muscles strained, pulling, nearly tearing as the horrid bar rose slowly, jerkily, up toward the ceiling.
Her ass clenched, her shitter going into spasms as pain racked her shoulders, then radiated down through her legs to her toes. Her head lolled back, her mouth chewing on the rubber ball while her tits slapped gently together. She felt the pain aching through her body. It was difficult for her to breathe as she rose slowly, painfully from the floor. And then the bar didn't stop at that point.
Marie gasped, feeling it move higher, stretching her arms. Her ribs stretched apart, tingling strangely while her toes left the floor.
Jack moved up to her, taking her by the chin and tilting her head back so he could look into her terrified blue eyes.
"First we'll try something mild. Then we get rough," he promised.
Marie was ready to faint. Staring wide-eyed at the two men, she noticed Jack producing something small from one of his pants pockets. They were long, slim cylinders, wicks sprouting from the ends. Firecrackers!
Marie struggled, shaking her head, trying to tell them she would do anything if they would just not torture her with those things.
Marie trembled and strained her wrists against the bonds, feeling the leather wearing away the top layer of her skin. Those things would tear her cunt to pieces. She would be scarred for life. She bawled mindlessly into the rubber gag, jerking her arms, feeling her muscles cramping painfully while she kicked her legs scissor-fashion back and forth.
"That's it! That's the way we like you to be," Jack said, brutally jamming one firecracker in her clenched pussy.
Marie shivered at the touch, her cunt-muscles working against that horrid thing in an attempt to push it out.
Jack and Eddy moved around behind her, rubbing the edge of the firecracker against her ass, then jamming a second one into her shitter. Marie chewed down hard on the gag ball, throwing her head back, begging God to kill her before she would have to suffer any more. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she waited for the inevitable lighting of those wretched things.
Jack fished in his pocket for a pack of matches, then lighting one. He held it teasingly in front of the girl's eyes, then dropped it, singeing several of her cunt-hairs before igniting the long white wick of the firecracker in her cunt.
"Better hurry and get this one in her ass, Uncle Jack. It'll be great seein' both go off at the same time," Eddy called out.
Marie heard the second match ignite, then felt the glow of the fire against her ass as the wick from the firecracker in her ass-hole caught fire. She hung there as the flames drew closer to the gunpowder. She could hear the flames sputter and burn, small ashes dropping into her cunt and ass as her mind spun wildly around.
The girl hung there like a piece of meat, the wicks burning quickly up to her cunt and shitter.
Marie pulled on the crossbar, going wild, looking down at her pussy and seeing the blue-yellow flame burning quickly up into her cunt. She clenched her teeth against the rubber ball, jerking her head back, staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling. There was nothing she could do.
Tensing, the girl prayed, quivering, as the heat penetrated her cunt. There was a moment of hesitation, she thought, as the flames stopped.
"Owoowowofffffff!"
The wicks caught fire again, then both firecrackers exploded nearly simultaneously with a report that sounded like a gun.
Marie kicked her legs out, her arms knotting up as she tried to climb away from the pain searing her cunt and ass-hole. Thousands of fiery needles ripped her cunt and ass to pieces, making her jerk her hips and buttocks.
The world seemed to explode in front of her, before becoming dark. Marie fainted, her mind going blank as she hung there helplessly from the ceiling.
How long she had remained unconscious she had no idea. When she awoke, she felt her arms still being pulled high above her head, her shoulders distended while her feet remained above the floor. She groaned.
Blinking open her eyes, Marie realized her tits seemed to be pulled down by something. There was something else biting into her cunt lips as well, while a wire trailed from her ass-hole.
Focusing her eyes as best she could, she realized two large clamps had been attached to her nipples, and there were wires leading to a large gray box on a portable stand to her left.
And looking down a little farther Marie saw three larger clamps biting into her cunt-one on either cunt lip, and a third affixed to an area just below her clit. A wire had also been shoved up her shitter, at least five inches into her bowels.
"She's awake. Good," Jack said, flipping a cigarette to the floor and crushing it with his heel.
"You're gonna be hotter than you were with me a couple of nights ago. Uncle Jack promised me to have first pickings on you. And," Eddy said with a grin, "since he fucked you upstairs already, that sounds fair."
"She'll be ready for anything after this," Jack promised, switching on the generator.
Marie cringed when she heard the machine spring into life with a steady hum. Her cheeks flushed while her toes curled. Her body swung slightly from left to right on the overhead bar, her arms aching while the wires scraped against her flesh. More pain. More agony.
Marie stared at the machine, then looked once more at her nipples. They were becoming stiff and thick as if a lover were touching them, kissing them, sucking them. Her cunt began to warm up. Her belly tightened, relaxed, then tightened again while juice began to slick down her cunt-walls.
Marie moaned like a terrified puppy. Her eyes still focused on the two jumping needles barely visible on the gauges of the generator.
Eddy moved to the generator first, switching on the dial, twisting it until Marie began jerking on the ropes. She could feel a faint pulse throbbing through the clamps and into her nipples and cunt. She tried climbing the ropes as the machine hummed a little higher. She tensed, gooseflesh rising from her skin.
"Unnfnfnnfnffff!"
Eddy turned the dial a little more.
Marie started shivering while her tits and cunt ached. Her ass felt so clogged by the wire shoved into her. Horrified, Marie felt the desire to shit and fought it down as Eddy turned the dial up to the next setting.
As the electricity surged through her body, she jerked and bit down hard on the rubber ball. Her head throbbed while she heard a loud buzzing. Her tits jumped, nipples incredibly blood swollen. The muscles in her belly and arms knotted while her cunt lips felt raw. Her clit swelled to bursting, she thought, while she tried to close her legs and squeeze off her climax. But those awful pincers held her cunt open.
"Aghghghhfhhfhffffffr
Marie was waiting for the final jolt that would end her life. Surely this much tingling pain gnawing through her system would kill her. Just thinking about the pain to come and its possible consequences drove Marie wild. She jerked like a puppet on a string, twisting around, panting through flared nostrils as the current burned through her body.
Eddy switched the current on higher, watching as her legs kicked and jerked from side to side. Her flesh felt as if it were catching fire. Another crank up, and Marie felt her bones shattering, her body jerking up and down on the jangling chains. More cunt-juice sprayed from her hole, coating her tensing thighs.
She couldn't control her reactions now, the electricity seeming to have released a stalking beast in her body. Marie screamed through the gag again, feeling something tearing at her ass and cunt. Her shitter recoiled like a shotgun, a fist of air bursting out in a loud fart and nearly dislodging the wire inside her ass. She thought she would shit all over herself. She thought that was what they wanted to see, the final degradation before she collapsed once more.
"Yghghhghghfhhfff!"
Marie felt herself being whipped from side to side by the strong current. She thought she could smell burning hair and flesh. Her tits and belly and cunt and ass-hole rippled while her bones throbbed. Her cries were choked behind the rubber ball that threatened to roll back in her throat.
Eddy switched the dial all the way, his prick no throbbing against the front of his Levi's while his uncle lit another cigarette and watched Marie's progress with interest.
The girl whipped her head from side to side, her lips growing purple, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably while her legs kicked out. She was pissing on herself, the urine sparking over the clamping pincers that slid lower on her swollen cunt lips. She was cumming, climaxing in front of them while the current burned through her vibrating nerve-endings.
Marie shrieked, her body twisting and jerking violently on the crossbar, her tits slapping against one another while the wires became tangled with one another.
As she shuddered and jerked on the table, Eddy kept the dial switched on high, still rubbing his prick through his Levi's. Her body was a writhing, jerking snake snapping up and down.
"That's enough, Eddy. She won't take any more without some real damage."
"Aaghghfhhfhfhffffff!"
Marie could hear nothing except the sounds of her own screams and the roar of the electricity surging through her body. She was screaming still when Eddy switched off the machine.
Reaching up, he cut Marie free, stepping back as she crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap. She was shivering and jerking as if the electricity were still rushing through her. Reaching down, Eddy pulled the ball from her mouth. Her pent-up scream followed the rubber ball. Spit and blood from the corners of her mouth flecked her quivering mouth as she sobbed. Marie was still out of control, her tits spasming while abrupt contractions spread through her belly and cunt and thighs.
"Man, oh man, she's one helluva hot bitch now," Eddy said with a grin, testing her with the tip of his boot, then kicking her hard.
Then Eddy slapped her across the face, again and again, backhanding her until Marie came around.
She lay there gasping in lungfuls of air. She watched him tear open his trousers, his fat prick springing out and bobbing up against his navel. Spreading her clenched legs apart with one knee, he wedged himself between her thighs. His fingers spread apart her cunt lips as he settled onto her, shoving his fat cock into her steamy, wet, tight cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The word exploded from Marie's mouth again and again. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to shriek as the big stud mounted her, thrusting his prick all the way in until his balls pillowed up against her crotch.
Eddy held her down by the shoulders, slamming her torso again and again against the cold concrete as his violence matched his erotic fucking. She felt his hips driving brutally, forcing his prick deeper and deeper, tearing through her bruised cunt and stinging her clit. The itching force of her climax came back once more, spreading through her cunt.
Eddy shook the sweat from his forehead as he drilled into her like a hammer, filling and spreading her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Marie let out a long, low howl while her lust boiled over several times. She felt him cumming, his jizz stinging her sensitive cuntal nerve-endings. The attack seemed endless as he fucked her there on the floor. How she loved it, begged for it as Eddy threw himself atop her and finished dumping his load into her.
"Man, fuckin' A, man! This was way better than before," Eddy groaned, propping himself up from the girl and working his hips against hers.
Marie groaned, closing her eyes.
"It'll get better, believe me," Jack said, bending down and slowly tugging the pincers from Marie's body.
Marie shivered, wishing once more she could lose consciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The young weeping blonde lay on her side for what seemed like an eternity. The men had left her alone, their sadism finished for the moment.
Marie tried to steady herself, thinking of her home, of her mother. But the electricity had done something to her, burned out what little morality had been left in her. Now she was nothing more than a rutting little bitch, aching for more fucking, for more of their cruel treatment that somehow enhanced the sex that inevitably followed.
So when Eddy returned from upstairs, scooping her up from the floor and dragging her like a sack to the far wall, Marie offered no resistance. She welcomed his big hands, his pinching fingers, the way he threw her against the cinderblocks, then held her there with one hand. She knew he could see her desire to submit, and that excited him. He was pushing her to one side, saying something to her, words that meant nothing to the young girl any longer.
She obeyed him like a slave, stepping into what seemed to be a box. Her shoulders were cramped while her head barely fit inside. When he slammed the door, Marie let out a little gasp.
Then there was silence.
She looked around as best she could, barely able to breathe. Her arms and knees touched the coffin-like sides of that box. Marie could see tiny pinholes of light all around her, some of them admitting a tiny draft of air that raised goose bumps along her nipples. The box started to tip to one side.
Marie let out a tiny shout, trying to bring her arms up to somehow steady herself. But movement was impossible.
"Ahhhhh ... uh!"
The coffin hit the floor, the force of the fall jarring her as if she had been hit by a hammer. Nearly knocked unconscious, Marie felt her sides aching from the hard blow. Someone was turning the coffin up now, her feet above her head.
In a moment Marie felt the blood rushing to her face, burning her cheeks. Marie shouted, screaming for help as she felt dizzy.
Minutes seemed to pass, her discomfort growing as she stood on her head, helpless to alleviate the pressure against her skull. Then a faint scraping sound brought her around. Before she could figure out what exactly was happening, she felt something very sharp pricking the back of her neck. It pressed in like a needle, threatening to pierce her flesh.
Marie screamed, beating her forehead again and again against the front panel as yet another needle pinched her neck flesh. She thought it would cut right through her spine when the pressure stopped.
A third was coming now, this time from the front, the pointed tip pricking her windpipe. Marie coughed and drew back as far as she could, begging Eddy to stop.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!"
Panic was starting to settle in. There were more needles, some of them pricking her nipples, some of them burying themselves in Marie's ass. One pricked her shitter, making her shriek and kick her ankles hard against the sides of the coffin.
Marie found it hard to breathe now, panic gripping her heart once again. And now these needles were piercing her body, coming at her from all sides. She threw her head back, striking the rear panel of wood while the needles began pricking her cunt lips. One particularly sharp one lanced her clit, sending her into spasms of pain and lust.
"Aghghhhhh!"
The horrifying agony made her body shake.
Then the box started to move again, her feet tilting back toward the floor. She screamed, the needles continuing to bite into her body.
Twisting as much as she could in the small box, Marie felt the coffin fall hard against the floor, jarring her entire body. For a moment she wondered if she had broken any bones. The needles stopped for a moment. Then more came in, making her jerk back and forth, banging her ass-cheeks against the rear panel. She felt herself sagging against the wood as Eddy turned the coffin around on its back, leaving the girl lying on her spine and staring up at the multitude of tiny puncture holes in the wood above her. "Uhhhh!"
Eddy was there, leering down at her, stretching one hand down and pulling her up from the coffin. Marie sobbed, knowing she had had a climax while all those dreadful needles had been tearing at her.
Jack was standing near her as she stumbled from the awful box, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Marie shivered. When he did something like that, she feared for the worst.
"You're really quite active for a young woman. I think you need someone to help you along. We've got a novice-an older woman. She doesn't know it, but she's going to be here with you in a while," Jack said, with a wink at his young nephew. "But meanwhile, I don't want to have you sitting around doing nothing. You should always be kept on edge ... at least until we've approved of you."
"Approved?"
"It doesn't matter," he said, holding up his hand for silence. "You'll understand some time later. Eddy, get the rope."
Marie wanted to protest, but knew it would do no good. Brushing her hair from her eyes, the young teen knew the best thing was to be quiet, to conserve her strength, and go along with these men.
"Over here."
Maried shuffled over to where Eddy indicated.
"Just get up on this thing."
Jack had produced something that made Marie draw back, her eyes rounding with surprise. He had tied her hands behind her back with half-inch line, using a double figure-eight to secure her arms.
Marie bit her lower lip, her eyes focused on the tall thing sticking straight up from the basement floor. It was a dildo-at least the top of it was a fat plastic prick sticking straight up into the air. The thing was huge, as big as Jack's and Eddy's prick, maybe larger, Marie thought with a shudder. She stood there, thinking that that thing couldn't possibly go inside her.
Eddy stood there smirking at her for a while, enjoying her confusion and fear. Then Eddy and Jack lifted her until she was held suspended over that prick.
Looking down Marie could see Jack had smeared the dildo with a lot of vaseline. They were going to shove her cunt down onto that thing, pushing it all the way into her!
"Oh no, no, why? Oh God, why?"
Marie struggled weakly in their strong hands, feeling her cunt descending over the thing. She tried to kick and fight.
"You put up too much of a fight, darlin', and that thing's going to tear you up."
It was a reasoning Marie couldn't ignore. She bit her lower hp, fighting back the sobs. Then they began sliding Marie down toward the floor.
"Uhhhhhh!"
They were laughing at her as she went limp. Marie could feel the rounded greasy tip spreading her cunt lips, flattening them, then stretching them thin as it fucked into her cunt.
The girl's head lolled from side to side, her long blonde hair sweeping over her lower back while that dildo moved deeper into her body. When it was halfway in, Marie stiffened, her arms jerking out, her wrists tugging mercilessly at the hard rope. That thing was taking her over, shoving aside her organs, tearing her in two!
Marie kicked her legs out again, wailing and crying as Jack and Eddy kept on sliding her cunt onto that horrid pole.
"You'd better get your feet down, or that thing's gonna be comin' outta your mouth," Jack advised.
Somehow Marie managed to control herself and bring her legs down. When the men released her, she discovered that by standing on her toes, she could push that thing nearly all the way out. At least the terrible pressure of that fat, slick dildo in her cunt wasn't as intense.
"I'm gonna get the older bitch. You stay here and keep an eye on her," Jack said, nodding in Marie's direction.
The girl lowered her gaze, feeling degraded beyond belief. Eddy laughed several times, walking around, staring at the way her cunt was pierced, split in two by that awful dildo. Marie flushed beet red, wishing she could go somewhere to hide, but finding herself terribly exposed and humiliated.
"You're a lucky girl, I'd say," Eddy offered, winking at her.
"Stop it, Eddy!"
"Lots of girls would give anything to have somethin' that nice to sit on."
Marie was turning scarlet, feeling hatred mixing with desire.
"You know, you can make it a whole lot easier if you start fuckin' yourself. That'd take your mind off things for a while."
"Never!"
"You try jumping up and down on it, Marie. That ought to feel damned good," Eddy said, barely able to repress a laugh.
When Marie refused to move, still keeping her eyes down, Eddy walked behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She protested, begging him to leave her in peace. But he started pushing her down, making her knees bend. When she resisted him, the young boy kicked her hard in the chins and calves, forcing her down.
"Uhhhhh!"
Marie's eyes bulged, her lower jaw slackening while her face broke out into a sweat. She could feel that awful thing going in deeper. Then he picked her up, twisting her around a little, only to force her back down. He was fucking her with that dildo, making her cunt slide on that pole faster and faster.
Marie tried to fight the feeling. But the abuse, and the knowledge that Eddy was back there, his hands feeling her body all over, slapping her ass, pinching her tits, did things to her. She climaxed, and then came another, and then another.
Eddy was impressed, working her body faster and faster, watching as she rutted like a cat in heat under him.
Marie gasped and groaned, twisting around with the boy, feeling exhausted, her knees banging again and again against the pole. Eddy finally let go, leaving her sagging there on the pole. It was all Marie could do to keep from falling down to the floor and letting the pole stab deep into her cunt. She begged him not to hurt her any more, to keep her from killing herself on that dildo.
"Uncle Jack showed me something that should keep you awake on that thing."
Marie roused herself, shaking her head, pulling at the ties keeping her wrists bound behind her back. There was that dreadful portable generator again. This time, Marie noticed with relief, there were no horrid clamps for her tits or cunt. But Eddy was drawing out a long black wire from the left side of the machine, rolling it toward her, then bending down and hooking it up to the base of the dildo.
"The whole thing's a good conductor for electricity. This should wake you up."
"No! No! I promise, I promise I won't fall asleep! Oh please, Eddy, no, no, no!"
Marie went wild, jerking up on her toes, trying to escape from that horrid thing before the current went on. Too late. Eddy already had the generator switched on and was turning the dial setting.
Marie stiffened her back, her legs kicking around as she felt the current biting into her cunt. It was just like before, only worse. This time the dildo was all the way inside her, the electricity making the full length of her pussy clutch up against the dildo while her organs shuddered at the current.
Marie bawled, jerking her head from side to side, trying to keep her footing while her bones shuddered.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"More?"
"No, no, no!"
Marie drew her knees together, pressing them hard against one another to keep from falling. She found herself bouncing up and down on her own without Eddy's help. She was fucking herself, letting that hard round thing fuck her pussy.
She came and came and came, the electricity adding to the spice of having something big and hard and hot vibrating inside her cunt. Sweat glistened on her body while her tits slapped wetly against one another. She was fucked all the way, her body ravaged in ways that she had never thought possible. The more current Eddy threw at her, the more she wanted.
Looking at the boy through lust-glazed eyes, Marie laughed the laugh of the insane, letting that awful dildo fuck her all the way.
"Yaghghhghghh!"
Marie thought she would die. Her heart was beating so fast.
Eddy turned the current up all the way at times, then brought it down, watching her body bounce around and twist over that tall dildo.
Suddenly he switched off the machine. Marie screamed at him, tugging at the ropes, wanting to scratch his face off for having deprived her of the delicious feeling of being fucked all the way.
Eddy walked up to her and slapped her hard with the back of his hand, his knuckles bruising her chin. She fell back sobbing, feeling his strong hands lifting her from the dildo and carrying her to a nearby work bench. He untied her hands, letting her arms fall to her sides for the moment.
Once more Marie was weakened, feeling as if she would crumple to the floor. The exhilaration she had felt earlier on the dildo disappeared now under her fatigue, and she wished only to go home and sleep.
Eddy brought her arms forward, resting her wrists on one corner of the table. There were two cuffs riveted to the wooden top, and these he fitted tightly around Marie's wrists, snapping them shut.
"Now, the knee, or rather the right leg," Eddy said, bending down and grabbing her leg by the ankle.
Marie closed her eyes as she felt him stretching that leg out until it was at a ninety-degree angle to her body. To one side Marie noticed a small wooden ladder. It was to the seventh rung that Eddy pushed her foot, securing her ankle to the step with a piece of heavy-duty line.
Marie bent her left knee a little to ease the pain in her lower back and right leg. She was spread wide again, exposed, bound.
Eddy walked behind her, caressing her ass, sticking his finger up into her cunt. She felt her pussy winking shut.
"But you're pretty well stretched down in there. That dildo took care of it. I'm thinking of some other place much tighter."
Eddy was behind her now, caressing her ass-cheeks, working his fingers down around her asscrack until she felt them touching her shitter lips. He spat, working the saliva around his fingers, then greasing down her ass-hole with his spit.
Marie begged him not to fuck her there. She had heard stories about girls who had been ass-fucked and had hurt themselves.
Eddy dropped his pants and stroked his cock up to full hardness and length. The next thing the girl felt was the hot, hard touch of his prick-meat against her shitter.
"Oh please, ohhhh, ohh!"
"Steady, gal, steady."
Eddy kept his right hand on his cock, working it in slowly while trying to spread her ass-hole lips with the other.
Marie cried, her face flushing again, her mouth opened as she gagged at the pain. She screamed louder, the whole tight ring of her shitter feeling as if it were being ripped apart and driven up into her bowels.
She felt the tearing, stretching pain radiate up through her ass and into her belly. She gasped, spittle frothing around the corners of her mouth as the pressure remained relentless.
Eddy was grunting like an animal behind her, his knees pressing against her left one while his hands pulled and jerked at her raised, roped leg. He was jamming it into her, pushing more and more of his meat into her ass-cheeks while forcing her buns apart.
Marie dropped her head against the cold iron cuffs, biting at the surface while feeling her ass taking in more and more of that prickmeat. She gasped again, crying out, doing all she could to ease the pain tearing at her ass. She could feel the slick, obscene surface of his prick working its way into her ass, spreading her bowels apart. It split her wide open!
It was a different sensation, completely different from the one she had had with that awful dildo tearing at her pussy. Marie curled her toes until they cramped, her belly rippling and tensing as Eddy drove a little more than a half of his cock into her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Take it, baby, take it up your ass all the way!" Eddy cried.
Eddy was all the way in her now, his fingernails scratching painfully at her nipples, tearing at them until Marie thought there would be bloody stumps at the ends of her tits. He moved back, then slammed forward again, twisting his hips around, working her ass open until he was able to fuck her easily back and forth, back and forth. The resulting hot sensation sent shivers of delight crashing up and down her spine.
His cockstrokes pounded her against the workbench, knocking her around while she felt herself spinning higher and higher toward climax. Marie had greedily sopped up as much sensation as she could during this horror show, and she had enjoyed every second of it. Now stretched obscenely like this, the young teen was drinking up even more. She wanted that prick up her ass now, as badly as she wanted a cock in her cunt.
She thought the lewd suction in her shitter would drive her mad. The only thing that would help would be another prick in her pussy. But there was only Eddy there-Eddy with that wonderful hard prick rummaging around in her bowels!
"Uhhhh, fuck, fuck
Mane felt herself going out of control. The speed of his ass-tearing cock increased more and more.
Marie found herself squeezing her ass-hole tight around his prick, trying to draw more sensation from it. She didn't care how much the whole thing hurt now. She just wanted that prick to drive deep into her until the spinning, golden ball of searing heat in her assguts exploded through her shitter. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Eddy stopped for a minute, shaking the sweat off his forehead, then sliding a finger down to her puffy cunt.
"Yeah, you're real wet down there, real wet. Shit, too bad my uncle's not here. We could drive you wild with two cocks goin' through you."
"Yes, yes, two cocks!" Marie cried, the thought exploding in her mind.
"Goddamned slut! That's what you've been wantin' all the time, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Marie confessed, not ashamed at all by what she cried.
Eddy slapped her hard against the head, laughing softly while driving his cock again into her shitter. He tugged at her body, forcing her ankle to twist against the tearing rope, jerking her hands back so the cuffs bit harder into her bleeding wrists.
Marie grunted with the effort of keeping up with what Eddy was doing to her. All the pain in her body was focused in her ass-hole, then ricocheted over to her clit. He was fingerfucking her now, his fingernails flailing at her clit, creasing the tiny organ until sparks showered into her convulsing cunt.
Marie's knees buckled, her body sagging first against the bench, then against Eddy. He kept her propped up with his body, fucking down and deep, pulling her cunt open, then working his nails over the slick, secret pink hollows until Marie thought she would pass out from the delicious pain racking her.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" Eddy cried as if in a trance.
"Oh yes, fuck, fuck..."
The rigid bar of cockmeat in her ass slowed down. Then with a sweaty slap of his belly, the fucking went on, faster and wilder than before.
Marie cried out, her ass catching fire while those fingers pried all the way into her cunt. The young teen thought she would explode again and again. She felt the kink of her inner walls hurt her terribly as she backed up into Eddy, silently begging him for more. Her ass shivered against his belly while his hands crawled up and down her thighs, then back into her cunt.
"Nooooooo!"
The world was blacking out for Marie once more. As powerful as the climax had been on the pole, it was nothing compared with what she was having now.
Eddy played her like a musical instrument, knowing what stops to push, what keys to hit. She backed up into him once more, cursing the restraints that kept her prisoner to the bench. She could hear him grunting behind her, his prick pulling out, sucking her guts down. Only the head of his cock stayed in her ass-hole now, moving around slowly, teasingly.
Marie felt the head tugging at the lining of her bowels, urging her insides out. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, wild strokes.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Eddy swore something, then slammed back in all the way, his hands beating her. She felt his fists flailing at her face, smashing against the sides of her skull, then pounding against her ribs. She didn't care. All the feelings seemed to increase the erotic sensations in her ass. She knew Eddy was about to shoot. She could tell from the way he was fucking her, from the way his body shuddered above hers.
"Uhhhhhh!"
And then he came, the thick spurting gobs of the young boy's cum burning into her asstube. He pinched her clit hard, rolling it around, until Marie thought she would piss from the excitement. With a growl, she came hard, feeling her world blow apart again and again while that hard, long cock continued to ram in and out, in and out of her ass-hole. "Yaghghhghhh!"
Another spasm, this one more powerful than the first. The lightning-like explosions of heat in her cunt amplified the spasms in her ass-hole. Marie's mind whirled out of control, centering on the feelings in her pussy and her shitter.
Eddy moved his prick back and forth slightly now, emptying his balls in her bowels, then pulling out. Marie silently begged for more, working her ass from left to right. Eddy laughed, smoothing his fingers over her ass, pinching the white shivering flesh while he slowly drew more of his cock from her hole.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Marie sagged forward, sobbing with frustration and shame.
"Oh baby, nice, nice, nice fuckin'. That was the best piece of ass I've had in a long time," Eddy said, pulling his cock all the way out.
Marie kept her head down, resting her forehead against the cuffs still biting into her flesh. She could feel the cold iron pressing against her flesh. It felt so restful. She felt the ropes almost caressing her flesh.
While Eddy ambled upstairs to get himself another beer and wait for his uncle's return, Marie thought about the feeling of being stretched this way, her leg out to her side, her hands restrained this way. Of course it hurt her. But there was something else, something that actually added a forbidden spice to what they were doing.
She sighed, trying to adjust her position to minimize the pulling pain on her shoulders and right thigh. In a while she began to feel nervous, sweat beading on her forehead. If she would collapse, the fall might twist her right knee out of joint, might even break her leg.
The minutes ticked by slowly, maddeningly. Marie was about to call out when she heard the sound of Jack's pickup truck rumble into the narrow gravel drive.
"Thank God!"
Marie stayed quiet, pricking up her ears, listening to the sounds upstairs. There was an argument. She could hear a woman's voice. There were sounds of a struggle, a scream, and then a dull thud.
Marie closed her eyes. She could well imagine what that unknown woman was going through. Then the upstairs door was kicked open. Eddy was coming down first, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand while Jack followed, the woman draped half-conscious on his shoulder.
Marie cleared her mind, focusing her eyes on the moaning brunette whose head banged against the wall at times as Jack descended into the basement. Marie blinked her eyes several times, feeling horror curling the hair on the back of her neck. It had to be some kind of illusion! But no! It was all too real! It was her mother draped over Jack's shoulders!
"Oh no, no, no!"
Marie drew back in panic, pulling at the restraints, wishing she could hide from the awful truth. Eddy stood there, a smirk on his face as his uncle dumped Ellen onto the floor in front of Marie.
"We figured it out. Same phone numbers, and all the shit. We got to talkin' and found out the two of you were playin' this game, but probably not talkin' to one another."
"My mother? No, no, impossible!" Marie shouted, her eyes still glued in horror to the woman lying unconscious at her feet, a trickle of blood oozing from one corner of her mouth where Jack had obviously hit her.
"Can't deny the facts," Jack said with a shrug, kicking Ellen lightly in the right side. "She's been comin' here for a while, gettin' used to being knocked around. Eddy's been on your case too. It's about time everybody got to talkin' and finding out what's what."
Marie prayed to God her mother would come to-at least, while she was held here naked in this dreadful position. But Ellen was rolling her head against the cement floor, drawing one hand out and rubbing her injured temple with her fingers. Yes, she was coming around, and the first thing she would see would be her daughter.
"Oh God, Marie!"
Ellen shot bolt upright, her eyes fastened on her bound daughter. She started to say something, but covered her mouth with one hand in horror and gagged. When she finally found her voice, Ellen turned around and looked at Jack and Eddy with hatred.
"What have you done to her? How dare you do this to her?"
Eddy laughed, then quickly told the story of how he had raped and beaten Marie, and how much she had enjoyed it-enjoyed it so much she had come willingly at his summons to this house.
Ellen was wide-eyed, looking at times at her daughter, then looking back at the men. It was all true. It was all too terribly true.
"Now, we're gonna have ourselves a real mother/daughter team this time around, right? I mean, we haven't had one of those in a long, long time. Come on, Eddy, let's see what the two of them can do."
Ellen shrank back from them, staring at her daughter, at the metal cuffs binding her to the table, at the way her right leg was angled out and roped to the nearby ladder.
"What about the bikes? That'd be good for 'em," Eddy suggested, rubbing his prick.
Ellen broke away from Jack, heading for the stairs, her slender fingers gripping the handrail. She felt a blow strike her hard from behind, knocking her down to the floor. A second fist hit her between her shoulder blades, knocking her forward against the steps. She screamed, jerking her hands forward, her fingernails clawing at the nonskid on the steps as she tried hauling herself up from the basement.
"Bring her back down."
More hands gripped her by the dress, tearing the material, hauling her backward from the stairs while Marie screamed out for them to stop. The woman could hear her daughter begging them to let her go, not to hit her mother while they continued to beat and strike her.
"Uhhhhh!"
Ellen groaned, falling to the floor in a heap. It was happening all over again.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellen sat there on the bicycle, her wrists tied to the handlebars with two pieces of brown leather wrapped in figure-eight fashion. Her clothes, of course, had been stripped from her body. Two pieces of rope had been fastened around her ankles as well, attaching them to the metal pedals of the exercycle.
Eddy hadn't been quite accurate in his description of the contraptions she and her daughter were roped to. They reminded her of the cycles she had seen in some gyms. Only they had been modified in an odd way, she discovered. Small wires led from each cycle to a box, continuing on to the opposite cycle. Each was wired to the other, Ellen could see, through a series of transformers. It was clever, devilishly clever, she thought, looking at her daughter who refused to meet her gaze.
Marie was also roped to the cycle, keeping her head down, not saying a word, after her mother had been beaten, dragged around the basement by her hair, then finally stripped and hauled to this device. Eddy had explained it to her somewhat-how when one woman pedaled, a current flowed from her cycle to the other, controlled by the transformer which he or his uncle would monitor.
Ellen sat there, breathing heavily, refusing to look around. It was only when Eddy came around and started hooking her up that the teen showed any life.
She sat up, blushing furiously as the young man attached two clamps to her nipples, one around her navel, and three on her cunt. Ellen opened her mouth and shouted.
"No, no, you can't do this to my daughter! Stop this madness!" Ellen cried, seeing Jack approach her.
"Mother, no, it'll only make things worse!" Marie cried, eyeing Jack warily.
"Your daughter's right, Ellen. I'm surprised you haven't learned that by now, especially after all the training you've been through," he said, rubbing the back of his hand over her nipples.
Ellen cringed at the touch, shamed that her daughter would have to see it. She gasped with horror when he began attaching the clamps to her nipples, the tiny teeth biting into her sensitive tit-flesh while the small fangs around her cunt seemed to caress rather than hurt. She rested her elbows on the cold metal handlebars, staring again at Marie while the men checked the transformers.
"Okay, we're all ready. Now, you go first, Ellen. You're obviously the oldest, and you want to give your daughter a good time, right?"
"No, I won't!" Ellen declared firmly, clenching her teeth and waiting for the blow. When none came, she looked with surprise at Jack.
"Then, we'll begin here. I think Marie's ready to send a message to you, am I right, Marie?" he said, taking one of the clamps and twisting it around.
The girl winced, her face blanching slightly as she jerked on the tiny seat. Ellen was about to say something in protest when Marie sighed, pushing her feet around in a clockwise motion and sending a jolt of current into Ellen's body.
The woman stiffened, her mouth dropping open and her back stiffening as she felt a buzzing tingle flash through her body. "Oh!"
"See? That's easy. Your daughter wants to play," Jack said ironically, winking at his nephew. "So, it's only right you should join in."
"I won't, I won't do this! It's demeaning, it's awful to have my own daughter ... ooowww!"
Ellen tossed back her head, her fingers working against the cold metal handlebar as Marie turned her legs twice this time, sending out a flow of biting electricity into her mother's body.
Ellen's eyes fluttered as she stared at Marie. How could she be doing this to her own mother? How could she be torturing her this way? A third burst of current sent her into action.
Bearing down on the pedals, Ellen turned the wheel several times, sending electricity humming through the wires and into her daughter's tits, cunt and ass. Marie stopped her turning, looking wildly at her mother while her head snapped from side to side and her inner thighs quivered.
"Uhhhh!"
Ellen turned her feet a few more times for good measure, watching her daughter jerk up from the seat while her tits slapped together. The wires jiggled, looking for the moment as if they would slip from their lodging. But the clamps held while Marie twisted around on the bicycle seat, her white flesh shivering as the current flowed through her body. It was when she began pitching forward, opening her mouth and letting out moans of pain that Ellen stopped.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, Marie ... sorry..."
"Sony's not a word used much around here," Jack said, pleased with the proceedings.
"Animals! You're all animals! I'm sorry I ever met you!" Ellen shouted.
Her cries were stifled by a rush of current that knocked the wind from her lungs. It was as if someone were punching her chest. She lurched forward, her ankles and wrists tugging wildly at the bonds while her hair flew in front of her face. She could hardly breathe! It was as if someone were sitting on her chest, taking away her air while gouging at her heart.
The current was killing, shards of broken glass tearing at all her organs while her cunt and nipples burned at the attack. Ellen jerked back and forth, trying wildly to get away from the agonizing pain tearing at her body. The only way to stop it, she thought, was to send back more of the same. Gritting her teeth, she wheeled her feet around and around, sending a hot load of electricity smashing into Marie's body. She smiled secretly, hearing her daughter shriek in pain.
The current eased for a moment while Marie reeled under the latest attack. Her mother was wheeling her bound ankles around faster and faster, generating more amps, sending the current burning into her body and nearly driving Marie into unconsciousness. Her tits jerked and jumped while her cunt lips shuddered.
"Yaghghghhh!"
Marie shook her head, bearing down on the cycle now and pedaling for all she was worth.
Ellen's respite was brief. In a moment her face was a blur, her head snapping from side to side while her eyelids fluttered and her lips and nipples turned purple. Her daughter was trying to electrocute her! Her cunt juiced, the hot pungent spray spurting from her hole and wetting down the seat while the clamps slid uneasily up and down on her swollen cunt lips.
Ellen screamed, shaking her head as if she could tear the agony from her. She felt nothing but hatred for her daughter now, sheer loathing for the young woman in front of her who was pumping throb after throb of agony through her body. She shrieked at Marie, bearing down even harder, perspiration streaking her lust-bloated face as she wriggled her ass against the plastic seat and rubbed her clit into cumming.
Ellen screamed again, her feet whirring around and around, generating more electricity, making Marie jerk and snap from side to side like a willow in a thunderstorm.
"Yaghghhghhhhh!"
Marie felt her nipples sparking with current, a giant heavy-clawed beast stalking inside her, ripping her organs apart.
As Marie fought through the fog dimming her senses, blasting through her mind again and again, her cunt boiled under the electrical attack. Bouncing against the juice-dampened seat, Marie pedaled for all she was worth, leaning heavily against the bars, shouting obscenities at her mother.
Both women lurched and jerked, their bodies glistening with sweat, their mouths torn open in wild curses while they sent more and more electrical current crashing into one another.
Ellen was the first to cum, her feet slipping from the pedals while her clit throbbed wildly in climax. She pitched forward, her wrists tearing against the restraining ropes while her clit exploded. She looked pleadingly at her daughter, begging her to stop.
But Marie kept pedaling on, her own arousal reaching a peak. The young teen threw back her head and let out a hellish yowl, finally stopping as she worked her soppy cunt down against the pointed end of the seat, fucking herself, feeling the plastic gouging her cunt while she came and came.
Marie and Ellen sobbed and cursed as they jerked against the fucking bicycle seats. Ellen had no idea how long each of them had stayed at that peak. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself resting her head against the handlebars, her feet hanging limply in front of her. Eddy had untied her ankles, leaving her wrists still bound to the bars.
"Oh my God, what've I done?" Ellen moaned, pulling herself up and staring at her daughter.
Marie lay on the floor, one arm draped over her eyes, the other flat on the floor while her legs were spread widely apart. She was breathing, thank God, her chest rising and falling evenly. She could have been asleep, Ellen thought. But the cum-smeared thighs told her another story. She bit her lower hp, wondering just what she had done to herself and to her daughter. Marie moaned. Thank God she was conscious!
"She's a feisty little bitch," Jack said, nudging the blonde teen with the toe of one boot. "You wanna see what happens when she gets a prick in her?"
Ellen struggled against the bonds. She wanted to tear out his eyes.
Instead Ellen sat there helplessly, looking at her daughter, wondering how on earth she would ever be able to talk to her again.
"Take her down," Jack said, nodding in Ellen's direction.
She waited until Eddy untied both wrists, then wheeled about and started clawing at his face. The young man jerked back, startled at the sudden defiance.
Catching himself quickly, Eddy slammed a doubled wrist into her belly, knocking Ellen from the bike. She landed on her spine, the force of the fall stunning her. Through the laughter and the ringing in her head, she could hear Marie screaming, struggling against the men who were topping her.
Ellen pushed herself up on her elbows just in time to see Jack inserting a long dildo into Marie's ass while Jack was shoving a larger one into her cunt. Marie writhed from side to side, her face a contorted grin while howls of pain and horror alternately escaped from her lips.
Both men were laughing at her, fucking her, twisting those pink horrible things into her body and watching her snap from side to side.
Ellen stumbled to a standing position, bracing herself against one of the cycles and watching the horror. She heard Eddy say something about her daughter having wanted this all the time. She was getting it now, fucked at both ends, her body snapping as if the electrical current were still blasting into her body, tearing her apart. It was then Ellen saw both dildoes had small grooves and brushes on them, adding to the heightened sensation as they fucked in and out of her daughter's jerking body.
To her horror, Ellen felt her knees grow weak as she watched Marie's helpless form twist like a speared fish. And when Marie came with a wild howl, Ellen climaxed as well, holding onto the cycle to keep from falling to the floor.
Jack and Eddy stopped their fucking slowly, twisting the dildoes about, then easing them from Marie's twisting body. The girl lay limply now, panting, catching her heavy breath while hiding her face in her hands. Ellen hung her head in defeat.
"You can join us now if you want," Jack said, nodding down at her prone daughter. "Her too. Junior members. I like that sound," he added, slapping his nephew on the back. "And no one will ever know. That's the beauty of it."
No, no one would ever know. It would be their little secret. It was a new life for both of them, Ellen thought, rubbing her upper arms with her fingertips. Would it be a better one? She didn't know. But there was one certain thing-life would never, ever have that boring sameness that had plagued them both.
