Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is even sadder...
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
IRON MAIDEN MOTHER-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"That will be four-fifty-two, sir."
"You want it in money, or can I take it out in trade?"
"What?"
Evelyn Watkins stared at the two men in front of her. The one who had spoken was in his early thirties who looked younger. He was a big man, broad and thickly set with black hair that badly needed trimming. His face was strong, intimidating with deep-set blue eyes and a full mouth. He was leaning heavily against her cash register while scratching his groin with his right hand.
Evelyn flushed beet red, feeling her body trembling under the neat green uniform that all cashiers were required to wear at the store.
She ignored his hot stare. "Please, just the money, sir."
"Bet you need a good hot fuck to take care of your problem."
Evelyn heard someone gasp in line. Her head shot up, her eyes blazing with anger while her fingers gripped the cash drawer.
"If you don't pay and leave, I'll be forced to call the manager," she said coolly, trying to keep her voice even.
Evelyn didn't let the fear show in her eyes, even when the man's face darkened at her threat. She was about to push the small black button below the register to alert security when the man grabbed her by the wrist. Twisting her arm around, he smiled grimly, watching her face crack in pain.
Evelyn collapsed against the register. She could feel the bones in her wrist popping while shocks of pain burned up through her arm. She let out a cry.
"Don't you ever think you can call the fuckin' cops and get away with it!" he snarled.
Evelyn pulled away, her face white, her eyes focused on her wrist that was twisted around in an awkward position. He gave her arm another tug that made her face blanch, then let her go.
"Come on, Joe," his buddy whispered. "The cops are gonna come. You don't wanna get in trouble again."
He stared at her, his eyes blazing with hatred and something else that made Evelyn's soul tremble. Then, taking the several packs of cigarettes in one hand, he threw them at her face before he stormed from the convenience store.
Evelyn braced herself against the counter, closing her eyes and sucking in deep gusting breaths while she tried to calm herself. She caught sight of the security guard threading his way through the gathering crowd and coming toward her.
"It's ... it's all right. I'm fine," she gasped, fighting back the hot tears.
It was difficult, far more difficult than she had ever thought. Working like this, supporting herself and her daughter after her late husband's insurance had finally run out, was driving
Evelyn close to the brink. Eight hours a day on her feet for the past month was turning her into an old woman.
Cindy was trying to help, of course, part-timing it at a pizza parlor near school. But ends were barely meeting. And now this animal threatening her had made her mind shatter all the more.
Even after the manager and security guard had assured her this wouldn't happen again, the attractive thirty-six-year-old blonde felt every man who came through her line would attack her. The way that man had stared at her, wanting to ... to hurt her and fuck her at the same time terrified her.
When it was quitting time, Evelyn pulled her blue woolen sweater over her shoulders and eased out from behind the counter. It was nearly ten-thirty. Cindy would be home doing her homework, perhaps having prepared some dinner.
Evelyn sighed, signing out near the counter and nodding to the night manager.
"You want someone to walk you out to your car?" he called out. "I heard about what happened today."
"No, no, that's all right," Evelyn muttered, s feeling that flush redden her cheeks again.
The parking lot was nearly empty, her car situated beneath a pool of white light.
Evelyn sighed, walking quickly. Nervously she looked from side to side, her heart pounding while her head felt light and buzzy. Quickly she fished for her keys in her purse, pulling them out.
"Oh!"
Someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her back, fingers gripping her elbows tightly.
Evelyn felt a shock of pain attack her upper arms. She knew it was Joe without even looking behind her.
Evelyn was about to scream when she saw something flying at her from in front. It was the other man, his legs spread apart, his right hand cocked back. In a moment his doubled fist crashed into her belly just below her rib cage, knocking the wind from her lungs and bruising her flesh.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Evelyn crumbled to the pavement, doubled over. Her brain seemed paralyzed with fear and pain. She felt hands pawing her, grabbing at her, dragging her half-lifeless form into the darkness of the parking lot.
"Get 'er in here ... here, in the back. You drive, Mike. We're gonna show this little bitch just what we can do to fucked-up cunts."
Evelyn was thrown into a large car, her legs tangling up with one another. Someone threw in her purse, all her change and keys tumbling onto the floor. Before she could rouse herself, the car had started. They were racing through the empty lot, bouncing over the speed bumps, then squealing onto the side street and heading north.
"No, please, I've got some money! I'll pay you anything! Just let me go!" she begged, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and staring terrified at Joe.
He was sitting next to her. Evelyn shrank back until her firm ass pressed against the door handle. They were racing up Colorado Boulevard heading east toward the deserted hillside community of Glendora. Evelyn gripped her purse as she stared at the big man.
"Ugh!"
It had happened so quickly. Joe had jerked one hand up and backhanded her, his knuckles bruising her chin. From the force of the blow, her head snapped back, her teeth rattling in her skull.
Mike laughed up front, glancing at his rear-view mirror.
"You ain't got enough money, angel tits. I'm gonna show you what you probably been missin' all this time. When we get through with you, you're gonna be real different," Joe said, reaching forward and threading his fingers through her long blonde hair.
Evelyn winced as she felt him tearing at her hair, pulling until the roots began ripping from her skull. Evelyn whimpered.
He pulled harder, tearing more hair out, making Evelyn bite down on her lower lip until she thought it would bleed while the agony increased. He leaned forward, spitting in her face, then slapped her twice across the face.
Evelyn fell back, both hands in front of her eyes while she drew her knees together.
Joe laughed. Thrusting one arm forward, he pushed her skirt up to her thighs, pinching her flesh while edging his fingers closer to her cunt.
Evelyn tried to shove his fingers away. She was inching back against the car door now, feeling the window handle knifing her in the back.
Wincing with pain, she remembered reading stories of how young girls were picked up off the streets. More terror filled her as she looked at the young man in front of her, then wondered if she could survive a tumble into the street from the speeding car.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice unsteady, trembling.
Joe smiled.
Her eyes raced down to his crotch just in time to see a thick, purple cockhead burst out. He had opened his Levi's and pulled out his prick. When his prick was sticking up, he grabbed it with his left hand and squeezed it, grabbing Evelyn's hand with his other.
"No! No!" She couldn't believe what was happening to her. It was a nightmare!
Shaking her head, whimpering, she looked at Mike. Maybe he was more sympathetic. But he was silent now, watching them with long glances into the mirror, nearly going off the road when he saw his buddy Joe stroking his meat.
"Bet you ain't seen one of these in action for a long time, right, bitch?"
"Lemme go!"
Evelyn twisted away from him, opening the door and pushing it open. She could feel the cool breeze blowing her hair back. The pavement shot by below, only a few feet from her face. Anything, anything was better than submitting to that animal!
She was about to pitch herself onto the highway when Joe grabbed her hair and yanked her back into the car, slamming the door behind her.
Evelyn screamed and shrieked, hammering her doubled fists against his face and chest while Joe slapped her again and again, finally throwing her so hard agains the door that she thought her spine would shatter.
He grabbed her arm, forcing her fingers over his prick now while looking threateningly at her.
"Now give it a good squeeze. Come on, baby, you're gonna go down on that mother, so you'd better like givin' it a good hand job now, right?"
She could feel the slippery coating of cock juice oozing from his piss-hole.
Closing her eyes, Evelyn felt tears welling up. He was going to rape her, humiliate her. And yet just that idea made her body tremble.
Her heart was racing while her cunt became hot and slippery. She could feel the lips of her pussy swelling, while perspiration made her uniform cling uncomfortably to her body.
Evelyn tried pulling her hand away, but found Joe was too insistent. He was staring at her, watching her reaction while her fingers tightened around the steely shaft and began working it up and down.
"Yeah, that's it. I seen you lookin' at my crotch while I was in line."
"That's not true!" she protested.
Joe forced her to feel his cock up once more.
Her cunt became hotter and wetter. Her tits were starting to swell, the nipples becoming hard and stiff. Her body was doing strange things, awful things considering the situation she was in.
"We're gonna fuck right now, baby, fuck and suck. And it's only gonna be the beginning."
"No, no, no!"
But Evelyn was in no situation to protest. The car sped forward, threading its way up the side of a mountain.
Evelyn felt her body melt. There was a lush hotness radiating from her belly down to her swollen cunt lips. Her clit and her nipples seemed so hard. They were so sensitive with swollen tissues and raw nerves! They felt as if they would explode.
Her fingers wrapped around Joe's prick, and she hated herself for it. She could feel that hot hunk of sausage throbbing under her touch. Thick streams of fuck juice ran down that hard organ, making her fingers slippery.
Her ass squirmed over the seat, her dress riding up until most of her thighs were exposed. She was going out of control while her hand jacked up and down, pulling the outer covering over the steely core of his cock.
Joe was breathing hard, unevenly, his eyes glittering in the darkness like those of a pouncing cat.
"Man, I knew this bitch was hot!" he hissed.
Evelyn couldn't help herself now, feeling a dark abyss swallowing her up.
She heard him command her to suck his prick, then she felt his strong paw-like hands on her shoulders. He lifted her from the seat, setting her back down between his spread legs while his fingers pressed into her skull just behind her ears. He repeated the command, his knees pressing against the sides of her body.
She opened her mouth. He pushed her head forward, hunching up his groin and shoving his prick up against her front teeth.
Evelyn opened up farther, feeling the hotness of his cock fill her mouth. Thick oil bubbled from his piss-slit into her mouth, mixing with her saliva and coating the back of her throat. She had sucked prick before, of course, but it had been a loving setting. Now she was being mouth-fucked, raped by this animal whose fingers tightened against her skull, threatening to crush it like an eggshell.
"Yeahhhh, baby, gimme some head!" he moaned, twisting his hips, making his prick revolve around in her sucking mouth.
"She good, man?" Mike asked.
"Great!"
Evelyn felt the insides of her nostrils burn while bile rose in her throat. He was fucking her mouth faster, more cruelly, beating his prickhead against her tonsils while scratching her head with his fingernails. She could feel the meaty head of his cock pushing back over her tongue, going toward her throat until she couldn't breathe!
Grunting, groaning, Evelyn pressed the flats of her palms against his knees.
Joe ignored her, hunching into her mouth again and again, his balls bouncing against her chin. She held her breath, feeling his legs keeping her tight in their grasp.
She would surely choke! She sucked in what air she could through her nose, his prick still lodged in her mouth. Her tongue lashed over it, tasting his pre-cum, coiling around the hard mass of cock-meat.
He pulled at her sweater, tearing it from her, then finally ripping her blouse open and freeing her tits from her bra. She could feel his fingers pressing into her tits, tugging at them cruelly, then finally finding her itching nipples. He pinched them, crushing the long red nubs like berries until she screamed.
Mike smiled. "Man, gotta fuck that bitch. Gotta get into that hot pussy! I know it's gotta be hot, man, if she's suckin' away like that!"
Joe had her on the seat now, pushing her skirt up, his fingers curled around her pink panties and tugging them off.
Evelyn rolled her head to one side, pressing her flushed cheek against the cool vinyl material while the car lurched again.
Joe held her shoulders down while settling between her legs.
Evelyn felt his eight-inch cunt-splitter throbbing at her pussy now. With each jerk of his hard prick, her cunt lips squeezed tight around it, holding it in a silky, hot moist trap.
"Ooooooooohhhhh!" she gasped.
"You dig it, huh, bitch? You like it a lot, right?" Joe asked as he grabbed her hair and forced Evelyn to look at him.
"No, no, it's ... it's filthy! You're raping me! No, no, no."
"Liar!"
He backhanded her cruelly, his knuckles leaving long red marks on her right cheek.
Evelyn's head snapped to one side, the hair whipping over her face. Keeping her head turned away, she blinked the tears from her eyes, feeling him throwing his cock into her, making her pussy grow hot and boiling. She could feel him fucking hard, his body crushing hers, his prick slipping again and again over the rounded tip of her clit until she thought she would scream from the sensation.
It was so good, so good, so hot! It had been so long since a man had done this to her! It had been way too long. She would try to hold back, hide her delight in this horrid rape.
"Oh man ... uhhhhhh!" Joe gasped.
She could tell from Joe's uneven breathing and his moans that he was nearing the end.
Stopping for a moment, Joe rammed his prick faster and faster into her cunt, getting his balls so full of jizz that they arched as they rose up against the base of his cock. He started groaning, biting the side of her neck while scratching his fingers against her tits.
Evelyn screamed from the pain, hoping that the cry would mask the sobs of joy bubbling from her lips as her clit began throbbing in climax.
"Man, oh man, hot pussy, hot cum! Good hot fuckin' with this bitch ... uhhhhhhhh!" he shouted, slamming his cock into her pussy. He lay there nearly suffocating her, biting her, tearing at her tits while his body trembled over hers.
Evelyn could feel his load jetting out and burning its way into her cunt. His prickhead squeezed tight, spitting out globs of jizz that burned into her pussy walls like acid. Her cunt and ass-hole clutched and spasmed while she clawed at the air and felt her mind spinning around and around.
She screamed, feeling herself explode while his prick poured more of his cum into her pussy. She exploded and collapsed, exhausted from the fucking.
The car was slowing down, the sound of crunching gravel filling her ears.
God, she had let this man fuck her, rape her. And she had liked it!
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy Watkins wasn't at home as her mother had thought.
Secretly the teenaged blonde had been dating Jack, a former senior who was forced to drop out of school because of his drinking problem. Knowing full well that her mother would never have approved of her seeing someone like Jack, Cindy sneaked about, seeing him on the sly.
This evening would have been no different. Except this time Jack seemed more anxious.
When she had walked with him from her house to his pickup, she felt the tension, could see the hesitation in his eyes. What was wrong? Her cunt was so hot and tight and tingly. Jack had a way of touching it, of stroking it up to climax while she played with his prick. They would get each other off that way even though Jack wanted to fuck her.
Cindy knew that some time in the future she would let him fuck her. But that would be in the future. The thought of having a man put his prick into her cunt frightened the teen, no matter what the other girls at school had told her.
Now they were alone-or so she thought-talking softly above the glittering lights of downtown Los Angeles. Jack pulled her tightly against his body, stroking her hair, then bringing his hands down to her tits.
Gently Cindy squirmed away, brushing loose strands of hair from her face.
"Don't, Jack. I'm not ready for that ... yet," she said, feeling that even letting him touch her pussy tonight would be a mistake.
'Well, when the hell are you gonna be ready-when you're sixty-five?"
Cindy felt her heart sink while her palms grew sweaty damp. She could sense an ultimatum hanging in the air, one she didn't want to have resolved. But Jack was forcing the issue.
Squaring her shoulders, she turned around, about to speak. That was when a figure burst through the pines behind them, nearly falling over Jack.
"She's not gonna put out. Come on! Let's get her now!"
Cindy felt Jack grab her hands, pulling her forward, nearly forcing her to the ground. Her long, coltish legs kicked out behind her, her penny loafers sliding from her feet.
Cindy was too stunned at first to react. She could only feel hands pawing at her, tearing at her white cotton summer dress, exposing her thighs. When she felt someone pinching her ass, she slapped back, wrenching herself free.
Jack lunged for her, grabbing her ankles and upending her.
Cindy fell back heavily, hurting her lower back and thighs in the fall. The young stud was on her at once, tearing her dress up to her waist, knocked her legs apart while fumbling for his zipper.
Cindy screamed, her cries muffled by a filthy calloused hand pressing against her lips so hard that her teeth cut into them.
"Not here, man. The cops'll hear her. Come on. We'll have a good time with her out back."
Cindy struggled, kicking at them, biting, while Jack dragged her back by the wrists. She screamed again.
The other man moved around to the front, pulling out a filthy white handkerchief and stuffing it into her mouth. Cindy gagged at the taste and smell, pushing her tongue against the dirty rag.
He knocked the thing back in, taping it to her skull with masking tape that he had stuffed in his pocket. The inability to scream out for help drove the teen to a wild frenzy, kicking her legs out like those of a frog while jerking her arms around.
Jack still pulled at her, dragging her into the woods until they moved into a large, stone building. The air inside was damp, like that of an abandoned fruit cellar.
Cindy had been to the park many times, but she had never seen this building before. It was so dark she couldn't see a thing, feeling only Jack's strong fingers still wrapped around her wrists.
The other man stumbled around, muttering and swearing until he'd found a small Coleman lantern and lit the fire.
Gradually a reddish flame illuminated the stone walls around her. There was a table and broken wooden chair to the right, one of the legs badly shattered.
Twisting her head around, looking wildly about her, the terrified young woman saw there were four shackles screwed into the stone wall behind her.
Jack let her go, and Cindy fell with a thump to the hard-packed dirt below.
"Me and my friend Sam over here head a kind of club. It's something we started just after I dropped out. We found this old place in the park," Jack explained, studying the girl's half-naked body below him.
Cindy trembled, drawing her knees up into a fetal position. The glow from the lantern made Jack and Sam look fiendish. She felt as if she were in some horrible torture camp.
With a cry, Cindy scrambled to her feet, holding her torn dress to her tits and rushing toward the door.
Sam moved quickly, shooting a doubled fist into her belly. Cindy cried out through the spitty gag, doubling over, her knees failing her. The wind seemed to have been knocked from her as she crumpled to the floor, wincing and shuddering with pain. She had never experienced such agony before in her life. Tears of pain flooded from her eyes and streaked her flushed cheeks.
Jack dragged her toward the wall. The jab in her belly had reduced her to a docile state. He slammed her against the stone, her skull knocking hard against the wall.
Sam was holding her while Jack pulled what remained of her clothing from her with long, ripping sounds. She could feel the garments peeling from her body, her panties clinging briefly to her jutting hipbones until Jack tugged them down to her ankles.
She was naked, stark naked in front of Jack and this stranger! Blushing furiously, Cindy protested as they shoved her ankles into the metal cuffs, then locked them in.
"Please. That's what she'd be sayin' now if she could," Jack mocked, rubbing his fingers over her tits. "You've been jerkin' me along for a while. Now it's my turn to get somethin' back."
Sam was holding her back against the wall now while Jack slipped one manacle over her right wrist, then closed the other around her left.
She looked wild-eyed at the two men. It was a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare coming true!"
She sobbed, biting down into the filthy gag, shaking her head while more tears rushed out of her eyes. She could feel the smooth cold stones rubbing against her ass-cheeks, the point of one easing in between her hot ass-cheeks and touching her puckered ass-hole.
Cindy's eyes widened as a kind of hot thrill nipped at the tip of her clit. She seemed surprised, letting out a small sigh while wriggling her ass from side to side. The smooth point slipped into her shitter, caressing her bowels and making her clit feel even warmer than before.
Jack smiled while capturing her tits in his hands.
Cindy trembled, her gaze dropping to her tits, watching as Jack's thumbs began stroking her hard tit-tips.
Cindy screamed, throwing her head back while clenching her fingers into two fists.
He had bitten down into her nubs, tearing at them with his teeth and clawing at her tits with his fingers. It was as if Jack had turned into a rutting animal feeding on her.
Sharp, lancing pains filled her body, making her sway back and forth as she twisted against the rusty manacles. Her cries bounced off the walls, filling the room.
Looking down, she could see teeth marks around her areola while Jack wiped his full lips with the back of one hand. He looked satisfied, as if he'd gotten what he had wanted.
Confusion and anger filled the girl. How could someone who seemed so nice and calm turn into something like this?
Turning, Jack opened the center drawer of the table and lifted a length of half-inch cord from inside. He twined the thick rope around her tit in a tight circle, looping it around once like a lasso.
Cindy looked down incredulously, shaking her head, staring at Jack as he laughed at her.
Taking another length of cord, he looped it around her left tit, tightening it until her nipple stood out like a small thumb. Cindy started to wail, her throat tightening while sobs of terror shook her chest.
"Gimme that lighter," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the table.
There was a pause, then a flash of something silver appeared in front of her eyes.
Cindy watched Jack flip open the lighter. Immediately a bright orange flame erupted, flickering near her face. She drew her head back, feeling every muscle in her body tense while her toes curled against the dirt floor.
Jack brought the fire up to her face, the flame flickering dangerously close to her eyes.
Cindy let out another cry, twisting her head around and pressing her cheek against the stone wall. She could feel the searing warmth against her face, could smell something acrid burning in the air. He was singeing her hair, watching several blonde tendrils blacken and curl back against her skull.
Cindy screamed, jerking her head from side to side, wishing she could crash into the wall and disappear from this hellish torture.
Bringing the fire down, down along her neck, letting the flame singe the nearly invisible blonde fuzz covering her cheek, Jack moved the fire to her nipples.
Cindy gasped, twisting her head around again and peering down. The ropes had made her tit-tips look huge, long pink protrusions, nipples throbbing with pain.
Jack grinned, watching as her body shook. When her whimpering died down, he brought the flame up close to her right nipple, watching as the fire reddened the tip even more.
Cindy squirmed against the wall, her muscles bulging against her sweat-slicked flesh while her ass-cheeks flattened against the stone. A scream tore from her throat, hardly muffled by the wet gag.
He was burning her alive, searing her nipples! Jack took the fire away, watching, as Cindy sagged in her manacles for the moment. Her head hung down, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. Cindy was about to faint when she felt the searing heat attack her other nipple.
Cindy straightened, shaking the hair from her eyes as she felt more agony rip through her tit.
Jack moved the fire up to her chin, then brought it back down to her nipple, letting the orange fire flicker near her tit.
Cindy jerked as much as she could, tearing at the restraining bonds, screaming through the spit-slick gag. Her tits jiggled, making it difficult at times for Jack to keep the fire up against her nipple. But he succeeded, reddening her tit-tip, making Cindy think she would surely die if he kept this up.
Finally he pulled away, bringing the fire down to her cunt for just a second.
Cindy felt the biting heat right at the tip of her clit, and she let out a piercing cry that ripped from her throat. She felt the lancing pain cut into her clit, making her legs shiver.
She felt the world dropping away from her, the walls around her closing in while the ceiling seemed to drop onto her skull. She would be in a faint soon.
Another cry ripped from her throat as excruciating pain filled her clit.
Jack had brought the fire down to her thighs once more, letting the lengthening orange fire flicker up her pussy flesh until it started to redden.
Cindy couldn't faint, the pain was too great. She shivered, jerking and twisting against the wall as if she were a crazy puppet. She doubted if she could endure any more pain.
"Man, she's a live one. We're gonna have lots of fun with her."
"Mmfmmfmfmfmmffff!"
Her thighs jerked as Jack pulled the fire away and shoved three fingers into her pussy.
Cindy let out another cry, feeling his fingernails touch her cherry.
"She's tight, man, and still a virgin."
"A virgin?" Sam smiled.
"Yeah, man, can feel her tightenin' up on me," Jack said, winking at the terrified Cindy. "Of course, I knew that before. She used to let me stick a finger in while she jerked me off."
Cindy couldn't believe this was the same boy who had kissed her, touched her in those loving ways, respected her wishes when she had pushed him away. He was a crazy maniac now, out of control, doing perverted things to her.
She saw that orange flame again, this time glowing inches away from her eyes. The girl let out a whimpering scream, flattening her spine against the wall while her feet twisted in the manacles.
Cindy felt the cuffs cutting cruelly into her flesh, leaving marks in her lightly tanned skin. Jack was laughing at her, his eyes narrowed, mocking, his lips curled in a smile that sent shivers of terror up and down her spine.
Cindy tried to look away. But the fixe was too close to her, too threatening. She had to see what was happening. She followed the flickering yellow fire as it descended, warming her belly, burning more of the fuzz off her belly. Then suddenly it was flicking against her clit, brushing it like a burning feather, making her thigh muscles bulge outward while her ass-hole puckered.
Cindy screamed, throwing her head back, smashing it against the wall. Cindy saw the world explode in front of her eyes, her brain whirling around and around while something popped in her mind.
With another baleful cry, Cindy slumped in her bonds, her cunt still convulsing as Jack flipped the top of the silver lighter back to its shut position and dropped it into his pocket. Cindy slumped forward, sagging against the cold metal cuffs while a trickle of pussy juice oozed down her inner thighs.
Cindy was unconscious. She dreamed of the men hitting her, raping her, torturing her. Twisting in her bonds, the girl moaned, unaware of what was really happening around her.
She awoke with a startled shock as ice cold water splashed around her. She threw her head back, her muscles cramping painfully from the surprise. Her blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, Cindy noticed that the men had turned her around while she had hung there lifeless.
Her injured tits were against the cold wall now. For a moment the girl was pleased she was in this position. At least, she thought, they couldn't fuck her this way.
But then Cindy felt something pressing up against her ass-hole-something very hot, very hard. Her mouth opened as that pressure became pain. At the same time she felt fingers gripping her hipbones, and she knew at once Jack was going to fuck her in the ass!
Cindy pulled crazily against her bonds, shaking her shoulders, scraping her knees against the stones as she jerked and writhed. She couldn't let him do this! It was a horrid nightmare coming true!
Cindy tightened her ass-cheeks, forcing her ass-hole to clench while Jack grunted and shoved in. She could feel one hand leaving her hip to guide his cock into her ass.
Cindy moaned through the gag again, shaking her head as if that would somehow end this horror. Slowly, painfully, she could feel that fat meaty head of his cock slip past her sphincter, her shitter grudgingly giving in to the pressure.
Cindy let out another cry, cinching her eyes tight as a painful kink in her bowels hurt her.
Jack felt her shitter tightening on his cock and slapped her ass again and again with both hands, reddening her jiggling white ass-cheeks until Cindy forced them to relax.
"Man, that's it, sink that prick into her butt!" Sam encouraged.
"Christ! She's tight back here. But I wanna get in. Don't wanna get messed up in her cunt ... yet," Jack grunted.
Jack laughed at her distress, telling her what a wonderful ass she had.
She could feel his thick cock shuttling in and out of her ass-hole, the rough brutal attack making her ass more tender.
Each time he jammed his prick into her ass-hole, he forced her hips against the wall. Cindy felt the sensations firing up her cunt and her bloated cunt lips again and again while that fleshy shaft fucked out her ass-hole.
She could feel his prick slowing down, pulling out in a slow withdrawal. Just as she thought he was going to take it out, he pushed the steely prick back in, rubbing his hairy groin over her ass-cheeks.
In a moment, she felt a warm dampness gather around her stretched ass-hole. The moisture grew. It was a delicious kind of feeling, one that spread to her cunt while Jack took a good deal of pleasure in ramming his prick deep into her ass-hole. Each time he grunted, biting the nape of her neck, she jerked her head back and let out another cry.
Soon the tempo of his fuck-thrusts increased, his groin slapping her ass so hard that they reddened from the blows.
"Man, blowin' it!"
With that, Cindy felt something warm and sticky blast into her bowels like a hot enema.
Jack was groaning, biting her, tearing his fingernails into her flesh while keeping his shooting prick deep in her bowels.
Cindy cried, sagging in defeat, feeling the mixture of cum and juice trickle down the backs of her legs.
CHAPTER THREE
Evelyn could hardly walk.
The fucking in the back seat of the car had nearly crippled her. Joe had kept all her clothes after they reached what appeared to be a cabin at the end of a long dirt road.
During the last part of their trip, Evelyn had peered over the back of the seat and looked around. There were no lights, no signs of others living in the area. Her fear increased until she was close to peeing on herself.
Evelyn closed her eyes and moved her lips in prayer.
They had gone through her purse while keeping her kneeling on the soft ground in front of the house.
Joe studied her license, then found her wallet and examined everything, including her pictures of Cindy. He pocketed the photos.
"Crawl ... over there," Joe said, looking around for a moment, then pointing to two logs stacked carelessly one atop the other. She started to get up, then felt his heavy hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. "I said, crawl, baby, and I mean crawl!"
Evelyn got down on her hands and knees, feeling the pull of her tits against her upper chest. Moving cautiously, putting her hands out in the darkness to feel tentatively in front of her, she began crawling forward.
She felt the sticky crack of her cunt, felt the sexy rub of her cunt lips rubbing against one another. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she saw the logs Joe had indicated with his hand. Twice she cut her knees on rocks.
Sniveling, Evelyn refused to let the men see her pain and continued crawling forward, her flesh tightening against her bones as goose bumps erupted all over her skin.
"Tie her down. We'll fuck her like a dog.
That's what you wanted to do, wasn't it? When you saw her giving me head in the back seat, right, Mike?"
"Man, I was hot, real hot when you two were goin' at it. Gonna have my whack at her now."
Evelyn knew they were going to fuck her. She knew they were going to bind her.
They pushed her up against the logs, forcing her legs apart while Mike grabbed her arms and forced them around the wood. Evelyn winced as the bark cut into her naked flesh.
Mike slipped a half-inch line around her left wrist first, securing it tightly before threading the line around the top log and tying a double figure-eight over a protruding branch. He repeated the movement with another piece of rope around her right wrist.
She was in a kneeling position, ass high, while her arms were spread to either side of her body crucifixion-style.
Evelyn rested one cheek against the log.
Evelyn jerked, her knees spreading apart, while her body pressed down against the rough log. She could feel something hard and cold pressing against her shitter.
Joe was rubbing the toe of his black leather boot into her ass-hole, moving it up and down, stretching the elastic little opening.
"Hey, man, she's mine now, remember?" Mike complained, putting one restraining hand on his buddy's broad shoulders.
"Yeah, right. Sorry about that," Joe muttered, bringing his foot down reluctantly.
Evelyn sighed for a moment, gulping in lungfuls of air. She heard something behind her ... boots crushing the dead leaves on the ground.
In a moment she heard another sound-the sound of leather whistling through the night air around her.
A leather belt cracked across both ass-cheeks, making her buns jiggle against one another while Evelyn let out a shocked cry of pain. She felt the burning sting spreading over her ass-cheeks, her shoulders tensing now in anticipation of the blows she knew would follow.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!"
Mike brought the leather down on the lower half of her spine.
Evelyn jerked as if someone had touched her with a live electrical wire, her knees leaving the ground for a moment while her arms jerked against the ropes holding them widely apart.
Again and again Mike brought the belt down, laying two healthy strokes against her ass-cheeks. Evelyn wriggled her hips, trying to shake off the burning pain that seemed to sting her flesh. Another blow made her ass feel as if someone had put a blowtorch to her skin.
Mike brought the belt down hard once more across both ass-cheeks, then slammed it crosswise so the beveled tip curled around her ass-hole and flicked hotly against her cunt.
Evelyn screamed, drawing her knees together to protect her pussy.
But Jack was jerking her legs apart again, sticking a finger in her shitter, making her scream and jerk her head up from the log. Tears blurred Evelyn's eyes while she pressed her lips together, determined not to give them any more cries of pain.
Mike lashed more furiously at her ass when Evelyn refused to cry, his belt chewing cruelly into her red flesh until she thought he was going to flay her alive.
Her body twisted back and forth from the agonizing fire consuming her ass. Her skin threatened to split from the hammering blows while an angry fire licked from her ass-hole to her pussy.
Evelyn sobbed. Just when she thought there would be no flesh left on her ass, the beating stopped. She felt Mike trailing the belt along her spine, bringing the leather to her neck and sliding it over her throat.
Mike held both ends of the belt now like a reign, pulling back, pressing the strap against her windpipe. Evelyn gasped. Her eyes rounded and popped from her skull. She let out a strangled gurgle, her tongue wagging against her swelling lower lip while spittle drooled from the corners of her mouth.
She tried to scream, but the strap prevented her from doing even that.
The men were watching her closely, their pricks growing stiff against their Levi's as the young woman choked for oxygen. Evelyn felt the world around her growing black and dim while bright lights popped in front of her eyes. Her lungs burned while her nostrils flared, begging for air. Evelyn thought surely she would die now.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
The pressure stopped.
She fell forward, her forehead striking the log as she gasped desperately for air. She thought her lungs would burst as she greedily sucked in oxygen, sobbing and gasping, while Mike continued to lash the black leather belt against her ass. He continued to beat her ass viciously, forcing the woman to pass from agony to a kind of hot, lewd pleasure that made her cunt throb.
That severe beating had awakened something in her, something that demanded to be satisfied as she lay crouched over the log. Her cunt lips began to swell, her clit growing stiff and tingly while her nipples felt hard and itchy! How she wished Mike or Joe would turn her around now and fuck her!
"Damn! She's hot!" Jack exclaimed.
Mike threw the belt away, bending over and feeling her ass-hole with two fingers.
Evelyn yelped, jerking her ass up, feeling one finger penetrating her tight little shitter. She could feel it wriggling in knuckle-deep, the jagged fingernail scraping her bowel-lining while shocks of delightful hot flashes pricked her clit.
The men laughed, Mike pushing in another finger and twisting it around and around like a reamer until Evelyn was panting heavily like a bitch in rut. Sweat rolled down her tits, trickling down the sides of her body, while she jerked her ass up and wiggled it back and forth.
"Man, she sure ain't like she was at the checkout counter," Joe said with a laugh, bringing one booted foot up and pressing the sole against her nose.
Evelyn made a face, pulling away from the foul-smelling boot.
Joe persisted, wiping the filth against her cheeks, then poking the pointed toe against her nose.
Mike began working her ass-cheeks like two round mounds of dough, squeezing and kneading them, sliding his thumbs over the rounded inner curves until they were toying with her ass-hole.
Instinctively Evelyn knew he wanted to fuck her in the ass! "No, no, don't do that ... oh please, not ... not there!"
Mike slapped her hard against the back of her head, threatening her with more of the belt if she didn't keep quiet.
Evelyn strained to be still, biting down on her pouty lower lips, as she felt Mike's knees now pressing against the backs of her legs.
Joe was in front of her, grabbing her hair and yanking up. She screamed from the pain, her head jerking up from the log. She found herself facing his semi-rigid prick, dangling inches from her mouth. She didn't have to be told that he wanted her to suck on it while his buddy fucked her in the ass.
Swallowing hard, Evelyn opened her mouth and wriggled her tongue back and forth invitingly, her cunt seething with hot juices. Behind her, Mike was pushing more fingers into her ass-hole, yanking the tight little opening way out of shape.
Evelyn yelled, her voice growing thin and wavery while Joe rubbed his prick against her lips and forced it in.
Mike slapped down against the lower curves of her ass, the impact just above her clit sending a shower of sparks into her convulsing cunt. She could hear that animal laughing loudly behind her. Against her will, she shoved her ass back, feeling the instant clenching of her cuntmuscle at every touch the stud made against her ass-hole.
Evelyn had never known herself to be this excited, not even during the best of times with her late husband! The outdoors, the ropes, the tension of her arms being stretched to either side of her bound body, and these two strangers fucking her this way had to be a part of her arousal!
She moved her tits back and forth against the log, feeling the bark knifing into the tender flesh and leaving long red marks. Mike pushed in more fingers, then pulled them out suddenly. She thought he was going to tear her bowel-lining. She clawed against the log. Her knees drew up closer and more tightly against the log while a strange fire started in the rim of her ass-hole when Mike began stroking her there once more.
He was panting heavily, touching her in all the right spots, making her hotter and more aroused with each passing second. She could feel his fingers biting into her thighs while he jerked up against her, his prick jabbing against her shitter. Evelyn arched, turning and looking for his prick. She was shameless, wanting more, wanting the sensation of his prick rodding her. And then with a sudden piercing agony, Mike shoved in hard, pushing his meaty cockhead into her shitter.
She yelled, feeling the blunt head pressing hard against her whipped virgin ass-hole. Mike laughed, slapping the back of her head, clawing at her jutting hipbones while moving more tightly against her.
'Take it, baby! You're nothin' but shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock!"
He jabbed again. And once again, Evelyn screamed louder.
Evelyn jerked her head up. She had never been fucked there in her life! The agony was awful, the pain making her belly muscles cramp while her ass muscles writhed. She yelled and shouted when she felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her ass-hole. It was as if her shitter were being torn loose with a blunt chisel.
Evelyn sobbed, gulping in air like a fish. Just for a second, the pain and pressure eased. Her head stopped spinning as she looked around and tried to focus her eyes.
Joe had pulled his cock out the moment she had started screaming. Now he grabbed another fistful of her hair and jerked her head up, rubbing his cock back and forth against her nose, then pushing it back into her opened mouth until his balls pillowed up against her chin. Evelyn could taste the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum as it washed over her tongue and down the back of her throat. Joe caught her skull with his knees, trapping her head, while throating the attractive woman until the bulge of his prickhead showed in her windpipe.
Mike was back again, jabbing his prick up against her shitter. It was like a hard, huge lump of shit being forced back up into her bowels.
Before Evelyn could even loosen the grasp of her shitter, half his prickhead was already squeezed into her ass. Her shitter felt as if it were tearing.
Evelyn nearly bit the prick fucking her mouth as she licked the sensitive underside of Joe's cock while breathing with wet, gasping sounds through her flared nostrils. Her cunt wanted to be fucked. Her tingly, engorged pussy walls wanted to be stretched by the long hard prick torturing her ass right now!
Evelyn could feel juice trickling out of her tight hot cunt-hole, oozing through her pussy hairs.
Mike let go of her hip. She felt his hands slide up, kneading her belly, pinching the skin into tight little balls before his fingers clawed their way up to her tits and nipples.
Evelyn squirmed as she felt his hands reach her tits and start to milk them sensuously. He shoved down and in a little harder. His prick was splitting her ass wide open.
Opening her mouth a little wider, Evelyn sucked in air, nearly forgetting about the prick banging against the back of her throat. The pain was reaching higher in her ass, spreading her ass-cheeks and radiating down to her cunt and rippling thighs.
Eyelyn pulled against the ropes, her wrists chafing against the line as more and more prickmeat slid up into her ass-hole. That wide head of his cock seemed to go on forever.
Evelyn wept, her eyes burning with hot tears as Mike gripped her nipples and pinched them until she squealed again. Evelyn thought the tips of her tits were bleeding as Mike worked his hips from left to right, stirring his prick into her bowels until his balls were within inches of her stretclid ass-hole.
Mike let out a long sigh, pausing for a second, then pulling his cock slowly out. Evelyn's arms and legs spasmed while her mouth tightened on Joe's fucking prick.
The big man in front of her gave the woman a warning slap across the face, bending his knees and starting to fuck her mouth faster and faster. It was all Evelyn could do to breathe!
Mike was pushing his cock back in now, increasing his fuck-speed while pinching and twisting her nipples.
Evelyn let out a muffled squeal, her cunt going into tremors of need. She sucked hard, her cheeks caving. Mike stopped for a moment, watching his buddy move his prick in and out of the blonde's mouth. Joe stiffened, his body shaking, while his balls tightened up.
In a second Evelyn felt the hot, bleachy wash of his cum spatter against the back of her throat. Thick globs of jizz oozed down her churning belly while spittle frothed around the corners of her lips. Joe held her head, his mouth-fucking movements stopped for the time being while more and more jizz spat from his piss-slit and filled the woman's sucking mouth.
Then Joe pulled his softening prick from her lips, nodding for Mike to continue. His buddy did just that, sliding his prick faster into Evelyn's ass-guts, filling her bowels with hot, chilly thrills. That strange, hard fullness inside her bowels was exciting the woman to the cumming point.
His prick was going deeper now. Evelyn inhaled, her moans shuddering deep in her chest as she swallowed the last of Joe's cum and concentrated now on her fucked ass-hole. The tempo of his ass-ripping prick increased while Evelyn squeezed her shitter tight around him. She didn't care how much he hurt her now, how much pain he dragged from her tits. She just wanted that cock to drive into her until the spinning golden ball in her ass-guts exploded!
Mike thrust, shoving forward, speeding up his cockstrokes until the woman thought her ass would catch fire. As the ramming speed and length of his strokes intensified, Evelyn felt the slippery slide of her cunt lips. Fire sliced into her clit.
Evelyn panted. She knew she was being fucked, and fucked hard. It was happening all at once-the hot, reaming feeling in her ass, the juicy sliding of her cunt lips against one another, the feel of his fingers clawing at her tits. She hunched her ass back and forth while Mike shoved his cock deep into her ass and kept it there.
Evelyn screamed, feeling a shot of lusty fire burning into her ass. He was cumming, firing his load into her bowels while twisting her nipples. Her ass wrung his shooting prick as she convulsed against the overturned log. Her arms and legs spasmed again, tugging at the ropes while lightning jolts of lust bit into her clit.
Sobbing and convulsing, Evelyn gasped, feeling that prick up her ass and the hot, juicy feeling of it as Mike moved his cock back and forth slightly.
Fucked in the ass!
Evelyn lay down on the log and sobbed.
CHAPTER FOUR
When would they let her go?
Cindy blinked away a tear of shame. She hung there on the wall, her shoulders aching from the constant pulling of the overhead ropes. Jizz still oozed from her ass-hole, a horrid reminder of the fucking she had endured.
They had left her alone for the moment, the cabin door opening and closing with nerve-shattering banging sounds as the wind increased.
"Uh!" The strain on her left shoulder made the girl wince in pain.
She thought she felt something pop and tried to adjust her position. Standing on tiptoe, Cindy was able to lessen the pulling agony on her arms at least for a short while. Jack and Sam had certainly trussed her up well. Her only consolation, she felt, was that tiny jutting rock that had given her some forbidden pleasure while she was being fucked in the ass.
Again Cindy closed her eyes. There it was! She had found that jutting rock once more, that protrusion that tickled her clit as she hung there from the ropes. She worked her flat tummy against the rocks, breathing harder, as heat penetrated between her spread legs.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Thank goodness they had released the manacles holding her ankles! Cindy found she had way more freedom that way, working her pussy back and forth, feeling the delicious heat filling her belly and making it swell up against the wall.
Her stomach and tits felt swollen and hot as she shuddered, working her virgin cunt lips against the wall.
Cindy wondered what it would feel like having a prick in her cunt, a long thick cock, just like the one that had penetrated her ass! She wished she could touch herself now, feel her tingly hot pussy with her hands, peel her cunt lips back and run her fingernails along her clit!
She had done that so many times in bed. Here, tied up, that was impossible.
Gently she raised up, then let her body fall in a rubbing motion. Her nipples hardened while the areolas turned a darker red. Moving her ass around, she eased the jutting rock into her cunt, feeling her pussy muscles spasm at the slight entry.
She was being fucked, fucked by a prick, Cindy thought.
Her long blonde hair swept over her back as she flexed her ass-cheeks in her frenzy. The hard stones, the pulling tension in her arms and shoulders, the cramps in her legs and the soreness around her shitter, all combined to make the sensation of that rock entering her cunt all the more exciting.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Her ass-cheeks tightened, flexing with arousal as her clit became engorged. She jerked her hips back and forth, working her body as if she were fucking her lover.
Cindy laughed softly, pressing her creased forehead against the stone wall. What did she know about lovers? She was still a virgin, unschooled in the ways of the world. But it was good feeling that rock touching her in all the right places.
Closing her eyes, Cindy thought about the time they had fucked her in the ass.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she sighed, her body working back and forth, her knees shivering against the stone wall while her cunt oozed.
Her thighs were rigid as Cindy twisted her body around and began hunching up and down in soft, fucking movements. Her ass danced and jiggled while her belly felt so hot and tight.
Still on her toes, Cindy wrenched her hips against the wall while more sweet thick juice oozed from her cunt and down her thighs.
Sobbing, pressing her forehead against her right arm, Cindy tried to stop the dreadful feelings that were making her cunt climax again and again. But she had set a powerful movement going in her body and nothing could bring it to a halt.
With another cry, the young girl rubbed her body against the wall, squeezing off the last of her climax before hanging limply from her bonds.
"So, you're so damned worried about getting fucked, but you don't mind working your cunt against a rock, huh, baby?"
Cindy stiffened, her face reddening.
Sam sauntered up to her, squeezing her ass-cheeks until she squealed, banging her chest up against the wall.
"And she used to be so worried about me touchin' her there ... between the legs," he said with a laugh.
"Man, she'll take anything between her legs. Maybe we could get some pooch and-"
"No, stop it!" Cindy cried.
"We'll stop it when we damned well feel like it," Sam snarled, taking hold of her hips and starting to twist her around.
Cindy screamed, her bones and joints cracking from the force as both young men turned her around until her ass was pressed against the wall once more. She thought her arms would pull from her shoulder sockets. Eyes rounded, mouth agape, Cindy gasped as she felt her muscles knotting and cramping from the awkward position.
"Get the candles. Let's see how she--likes more heat," Jack said.
Cindy could hardly speak, the pain in her shoulders aching up her arms and making her bones shatter. She blinked away the tears, her lips moving against one another.
For a moment she thought once more of begging Jack for mercy. But she saw the animal look in his eyes, and she knew better. Besides, he had seen her rubbing her cunt against the stone wall. What more did he expect of her except to be nothing more than some fucking machine, used for his own pleasure?
Sam handed him a long candle, the white tapered thing looking like a long thin prick.
Cindy shivered, pressing her ass flat against the wall, while feeling the pain aching through her arms and shoulders all the more.
Jack grinned, pushing the wicked candle tip into her cunt, then twisting it around and around until it started sucking up into her pussy. Cindy's cheeks reddened while her eyes started to roll back into her head. She started pressing her knees together while pushing down inwardly, trying to rid her pussy of that awful thing.
But Jack was insistent, twisting the horrid wax dildo until it was pressing firmly against her cherry.
For a moment Cindy thought he was going to stop there. But the pressure increased, the candle making her cherry pucker inward. Her legs shot apart while her jaw slackened. He was going to rape her with that candle and tear her cherry with it as well. Cindy's eyes grew wide with horror as she opened her mouth and let out a scream.
Still the pressure increased, creating a pain that grew more concentrated with each passing second.
Cindy shook her body violently against the wall while she kicked out with both legs. She just had to keep that awful pain from growing worse. But no matter how carefully she aimed her kicks, Cindy always seemed to miss Jack.
Finally Sam held her legs while his buddy twisted the candle and jammed up as hard as he could.
"Yaghghhghghghgh!"
It was as if someone had knifed her in the gut! Cindy let out a whoosh of air, her body stiffening, then collapsing against the wall as that dreadful candle twisted into her cunt.
Cindy saw bright yellow lights while the throbbing pain tore through her guts. He had done it, had raped her with that candle, had torn through her cherry with that thing!
She hung there completely defeated, with that candle hanging from her cunthole like an obscene dildo. A tiny trickle of pink froth oozed out of her pussy as the two men stepped back.
"Didn't wanna mess up my dick with poppin' her cherry. But now she's prime, man, real prime. I always figured she'd be that way even when we were fuckin' around a little bit in my car."
For Cindy, what had happened was a nightmare. She looked down at her violated cunt, studied the awful thing sticking out of her pussy, and she shuddered.
Jack was pulling the candle from her cunt now, twisting it around and around, making sure she felt it all before he withdrew it completely.
Taking out his lighter, he lit the candle.
Cindy shook the hair from her face and found herself studying the flame. She couldn't take it any more. She couldn't stand having her flesh mutilated by fire. They had already burned her nipples, her chest, her cunt, her thighs.
"Nice. You dig warmth, right? You like the heat, right, Cindy?" Jack asked mockingly.
He brought the fire up to her cunt, watching as the candle wax dripped softly onto her thighs.
She shuddered with each hot drip, raising her head and looking with wide, frightened eyes at the ceiling. She could hear something sizzling, smell something burning.
Lowering her gaze, Cindy saw her cunt hairs ablaze. She screamed, throwing her head back against the stone wall until she thought it would shatter.
Jack cupped her pussy, snuffing out the flames, then bringing the candle up to her eyes and threatening to burn them out.
Cindy felt his fingers curling around her neck while the orange flame danced teasingly in front of her.
"Please, please, don't do these terrible things to me!"
Cindy shuddered, seeing that awful look in his eyes as he once more brought the candle between her spread thighs. Heat bit into her cunt, t e wax dripping onto her flesh. Her thighs tightened as the candle came closer.
"No, no, don't ... oh God, don't burn me again! Please don't!" Cindy whimpered.
He was passing the candle from leg to leg, watching the girl as she flinched, twisting her body against the wall.
The agony throbbing through her stretched joints matched the pain radiating up from her cunt. He brought the fire once more close to her pussy hairs, singeing some, filling the air with the acrid smoke of the burning fuzz.
Cindy felt her cuntmuscles tighten and twitch while Jack began rubbing his free hand over his prick.
"Oh, no!"
Cindy felt him waving the candle an inch from her pussy. Melting wax dappled her cunt hair, the curled hairs being singed as the burning heat advanced.
Cindy twisted and sobbed, feeling the fire flicking against her burned pubes. The heat was lancing into her cunt now, prickling her sensitive pussy walls. There was that rock in the wall again, the same one that had fucked into her pussy. Now it was prodding against her ass-hole while the awful fire was burning through her cunt!
Cindy bit down on her lip until it bled.
"Ahhhh!" she groaned.
Jack brought the fire closer. Neither of them was surprised with what happened next when her cunt juice doused the fire with a hiss.
"Man, oh man!" Sam hissed, watching the young girl go through her gyrations.
Cindy was babbling, her head thrown back, her eyes bulging and focused on something in front of her. She felt as if she was powerless to stop him.
"Hold that candle up against her cunt. I'm gonna make sure I put that mouth to work," Jack said with a grunt, moving to one side of the cabin and dragging a chair up to the hanging teen.
Cindy watched Jack drop his pants, his prick springing up to full size as he shrugged his pants from his ankles and pulled the Levi's off along with his boots.
Straddling the chair now, with Sam kneeling in front of him, holding the candle up against her pussy, Jack pushed the teen's head down until she felt her lips brushing his prick.
Pulling away, Cindy kicked Jack's chair, sending him staggering back and nearly falling to the floor.
Rising, he gripped her hair, twisting it around and pulling out thatches until Cindy was shrieking for mercy.
Swearing, his prick still hard, Jack reached around and opened the manacles quickly, Cindy's arms flying out and dropping to her sides. Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, she slumped to the floor, her spine pressing against the cum-smeared wall.
Sam had backed away, keeping the candle lit while Jack moved around and grabbed the girl by the hair, jamming her face against his groin.
Cindy could smell his sour, sweaty crotch, and she felt the hot hardness of his prick against her cheeks. Cindy wept with fear and lust, as Sam kept the candle six inches from her dripping cunt. Both men knew she was hot, wanting to have something in her pussy, and both men knew how to stoke her even higher! She cringed at the sight of that donkey-dick wagging in front of her while the fire still warmed her inner thighs.
Jack twisted her hair, making the girl open her mouth to scream. Quickly Jack hunched forward and buried at least half of his prick in her throat.
Cindy cried out in surprise, her lips stretching around the fat cock while her eyes widened. She could feel her stomach turning over while her mouth was immediately coated with a bleachy-tasting slime.
She choked again, Jack slapping her face to keep her from retching. His cock scraped her front teeth, and Jack warned her about what would happen to her if she tried biting him.
With nothing to fight him with, Cindy yielded, her mouth filled with his prick, while her jaws ached from being spread so far apart. The veins seemed to wiggle against her tongue.
Cindy had heard about girls doing this sort of thing to satisfy their boyfriends. Men liked having girls sucking their pricks, it seemed.
And, as Jack moved back and forth, she could tell that he certainly enjoyed what he was doing to her right now. As he fucked his prick in and out of her stretched mouth, her hips shifted from side to side, following the rhythm of his fucking prick. The vibrations of his cock movements burned her lips and flattened her tongue. She could feel the pressure against the back of her throat, the cockhead nudging her tonsils, wanting to get in farther.
Cindy tried not to gag. By breathing through her nostrils, she was able to keep the bile down and her throat from recoiling against this awful cock fucking her mouth.
Jack was growing more and more aroused. He was pushing his prick in, leaving it buried in her throat for what seemed like an eternity, blocking the air that she needed for her bursting lungs.
It would choke her, Cindy thought, make her vomit. Yet she had to do what he wanted. If she refused, Cindy could only imagine what Jack and his buddy would do to her.
Jack was grunting like a pig now, his sweat dribbling down onto her face and tits as he rammed ahead, striking the back of her throat. Her teeth scraped over his cockshaft. Jack looked down and laughed, watching his spit-slick prick disappear inch by inch between her lips only to reappear more wet than ever by her hot saliva.
Cindy felt her nipples hardening, her cunt itching and burning. She heard Jack swear, his fingers tightening around her skull while his groin slammed hard against her face. She could feel something gushing against the back of her throat while his knees slapped against the sides of her head.
He was cumming, shooting his messy white jizz down her throat!
Desperately, she tried to wriggle away from him. But Jack was holding on tightly, bending his knees, dipping his hairy ass, revolving his prick around in her hot, sucking mouth to get the maximum amount of friction while he dumped squirt after squirt of his jizz into her throat.
Twisting and shaking, Cindy tightened her cunt lips and jerked her thighs.
Sam had been watching the milking action of her pussy lips as she grew hotter. The fire from the candle licked hungrily at her cunt lips, burning more hair. But the flame in her pussy was stronger, consuming her with a greater rage.
Her throat opened, and jizz boiled down into her belly while her cunt sucked in the candle's heat.
Quickly Sam pushed the candle up into her cunt, the orange flame twisting up into her hot hole for a second, then dying with a hiss as more juice seeped from her cunthole, spraying the wick wet. When Jack finally pulled his cock out, Cindy gasped, licking at the jizz dripping onto her lips and chin.
"You're a hungry little slut. We'll take you back now, baby, but you're gonna be ours for a long, long time. Don't you forget it," Jack said, pointing a warning finger at her.
Cindy sighed, thinking only of the relief she felt.
CHAPTER FIVE
They had finally let her go.
The chaining, the whipping, the fucking-everything was, Evelyn felt, fading away into some vast nightmare world that she managed to bury under the day-to-day humdrum of her life.
Feigning illness, Evelyn stayed away from work, noticing for the first time just how sullen her daughter had become lately. Cindy was going through a phase, she felt, although she wondered why the girl jumped every time the phone rang or the doorbell sounded.
At first Evelyn tried talking with Cindy. But the girl remained tight-lipped, talking only vaguely about some kind of trouble at school, but not really saying more. Evelyn grew more and more concerned as the days dragged by, watching Cindy, feeling more apprehensive as she also thought about the two men who threatened her with another session whenever they felt like it.
One week passed by, then another, and for Cindy, the hell surrounding her was even more intense. She shied away from her friends, throwing herself into her school work and thus bettering her grades until she was an A student. It was only through intense study and work that the girl was able to forget the dreadful beatings and fucking she'd endured.
But at night when she slept Cindy dreamed about Sam and Jack, felt the bonds holding her tight, felt their pricks fucking her while another scene passed before her frightened eyes. It was then she awoke in a sweat, her cunt swollen and pulsing like a festering wound, her nipples so hard that she thought they would pop from her tits.
Just with a touch, her cunt would come, making the girl twist and jerk against the mattress while her fingers clawed at her red, swollen pussy and her thumbs strummed at her beating clit.
One evening, Cindy seemed more on edge, flipping through a textbook on geography while the television droned on in front of her.
Evelyn was wiping her hands on the dishtowel, sighing and walking into the living room as if she were dragging her shadow behind her. She could feel the sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another and the hot electric shock that was rippling up her thighs, making her cunt ooze. Perhaps this wasn't the best time for her to talk with her daughter. But the moping around had unnerved Evelyn. She had to know what was bothering her daughter.
"Cindy, what's wrong?"
The blonde teen nearly jumped from her skin at her mother's voice. She dropped the book, muttering an apology and picking up the pencil that had rolled under the coffee table.
"Uh, nothing, really. I guess I've got a cold or something."
Evelyn bit her lip, thinking that perhaps it would be better to talk later. Yet, something propelled her forward, and she moved into the living room, sitting opposite her pouting daughter.
"I know there's something wrong. Is it ... is it a boy?"
Cindy tightened her grip on the book. "You mean, you want to know if I've been sleeping around, right?"
Evelyn flinched as if she'd been hit by a fist. Cindy had never been that crude, that direct before. It took her by surprise.
With one hand fluttering to her throat, she took a moment to compose herself.
"No, that's your affair. I mean ... I mean that's your business. I just hope you would be open with me if there were anything wrong, that's all," Evelyn said, doing her best to keep her voice steady.
"Well, there isn't anything wrong. It's just that I'm worried about classes and all. And don't worry, mother, if I've been fucking, I'll let you know."
Cindy hated herself the moment she said that dreadful word. Looking up, she saw her mother's face redden, her lips turning downward in a deep frown.
Evelyn grimaced.
"I won't have you talking like that! Now you can just leave this room and go to yours. When you've finally calmed down and come to apologize for that filth, I'll listen."
Almost immediately Evelyn was sorry for the harsh words.
Cindy slammed her book and dashed up the stairs, her feet pounding the steps like hammers.
Evelyn sat alone in the living room, her eyes focused on the TV set, but her thoughts drifting around aimlessly. She was in such a state of semi-consciousness that she didn't hear the soft knocking on the kitchen door at first. Another series of knocks roused her, making her stand up and grab instinctively at her throat. They were here! And her daughter was upstairs!
Evelyn rushed for the phone, her fingers gripping the receiver.
The knocking grew louder, more insistent.
The neighbors would hear. Or worse, Cindy would come down and confront them.
Evelyn put down the phone and walked into the darkened kitchen, seeing a shape silhouetted through the white lace curtain covering the kitchen door. She hesitated, then walked bravely forward, opening the door and finding herself staring straight into Jack's eyes.
"Uh, Mrs. Watkins. Is Cindy home?"
The sight of the boy threw Evelyn for a moment. She stood there like a fool, her hand at her throat, her heart beating so wildly that she thought the boy could hear it. It wasn't Joe or Mike at all. It was that awful boy she'd seen around the house so many times before.
"Yes, but she's not seeing anyone right now. She's studying for an important test," Evelyn said coolly.
Jack was handsome enough, all right, and well-built. But his dirty Levi's and unkempt hair made her frown. He surely wasn't anyone for her daughter.
"Well, uh, I just want to talk to her for a while," he said, starting to come in.
"I said she was busy studying. I'm not letting anyone in to disturb her."
"You mean, you're not letting anyone like me come in, right?"
The retort startled Evelyn. She hadn't been ready for someone this defiant-especially one of her daughter's so-called friends.
"You can take it any way you choose. I'm not letting you in, and that's that." she said, recovering her cool and starting to close the door.
His foot was wedged in the doorway, forcing it open. A hand was pushing her back while another man appeared in the doorway.
Evelyn was about to protest when she felt a hand press against her lips, pushing in and stifling her scream. Jack was holding her, one hand over her mouth while the other was pawing her tits, grabbing hold of her dress, pulling it up.
Evelyn was stunned, not struggling at first, then twisting like a madwoman in his grip. She couldn't believe someone this young could defy her.
When he slipped his hand under her dress, feeling her ass, Evelyn kicked back, screaming as loudly as she could through those tight fingers.
Another man came in right behind Jack, pulling open the kitchen drawers and spilling out the contents until he came across some old clothesline.
"Sam, tie the bitch up. She's gonna be hot, just like the daughter."
Evelyn bit down, her teeth sinking into Jack's fingers.
The boy yelled out, pulling his hand away for a moment, then bringing it back as a fist and slamming it hard against her chin.
The blow stunned Evelyn, her legs turning to rubber as she sank to the floor. She felt a rope being cinched around her wrists, the line crisscrossing around her hands and binding them together while someone stuffed a wet dishrag in her mouth to keep her from calling out for help.
She was dragged through the doorway.
"Come on. We'll shove the old lady in the back and really have some fun. Bet she knows more tricks than Cindy," Jack whispered, bundling Evelyn in the back of his old blue Ford and slamming the door.
Sam crawled in behind her, shoving her to one side while feeling up her ass.
Evelyn cried out, jerking her head up, catching one last sight of her house before the car sped down the street, away from the neighborhood.
"Hot ass, man. The old lady's got a real hot ass," Sam said, pinching her ass-cheeks and making Evelyn scream.
She jerked around, her face white as she curled her fingers into fists and tried bringing both of them down on the young man. But the ropes made the move awkward.
Sam saw what she was trying to do and held her back, pushing her back onto the seat, then jerking up her dress and pulling down her panties.
The car lurched to the right just as Sam slipped one skinny finger in her cunt and started wriggling it around.
Evelyn cried out, biting down on the dirty dishrag while trying to close her fleshy thighs together. Sam knocked her knees apart, drawing his finger out and tracing her swelling cunt lips with the tip while strumming her clit with his thumb.
Evelyn knew she couldn't stop what was starting to rage between her fluttering legs. Sam brought his jagged thumbnails around to the tip of her clit, pushing down, tearing at it while watching her face closely.
Evelyn's nostrils flared. The pain was tremendous. She kicked her feet up, her toes banging hard against the roof of the car while she tried bringing her hands around to push away this demon.
The boy still held her down, rubbing his thumbnail back and forth, back and forth, until Evelyn was screaming through the rag. Tears blurred her eyes as she banged her head against the armrest. Sparks of pain blasted through her cunt again while Sam pulled back, grabbing a fistful of her cunt-hair and yanking it out.
Evelyn shrieked, jerking her thighs up, her legs shivering with agony. Sam backhanded her once more, nearly knocking her unconscious as she fell back against the car seat.
What happened next was a blur for Evelyn. She lay there stunned, trying to organize her thoughts. They were going around in circles, it seemed to her. The boys were talking, laughing about her, driving around until finally they stopped.
Jack scrambled from the front seat, tearing open the rear door while Sam was pushing her out roughly. Her legs were still tangled in her panties.
Evelyn half-fell, half-rolled from the car, tumbling onto her arm and shoulder. She cried in pain, trying to roll to the other side. But Jack was laughing and kicking her, bringing the toe of his boot crashing against her ribs.
Evelyn cried out, spitting the rag from her mouth while rolling onto her belly. Bringing herself to her knees, she felt the world spinning around her. She looked around wildly, seeing only trees and bushes. Finding some strength in her body, she staggered forward, her wrists still tied tightly behind her back.
Jack was up against her in a moment, pulling her hair back, yanking on the wailing woman before bringing one hand around and striking her hard against the chin.
Evelyn tumbled back, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. Sam was in the background, taking something from the rear of the trunk and carrying it to the cabin. Evelyn tried focusing her eyes to see what it was. But then Sam was there in front of her, drawing one hand back, then slapping her hard across the jaw a second time. Evelyn's head snapped back from the force of the blow, her body half-turning before she fell back.
Evelyn tried fighting back, digging her heels into the ground, but it was futile.
He was tearing at her dress once more, fingering her thighs, telling her awful things about her daughter Cindy, and then about herself.
Evelyn felt rage churning through her as she tried to muster the strength to spit at him. But Sam was quick, holding her knees apart before he dove between her spread legs. He was making love to her with his tongue!
Evelyn cried out as she felt him burying his face in her blonde cuntal thicket. Her eyes rounded as she jerked her ass off the ground.
God, he was good, very, very good! Feeling that tongue snaking up into her pussy was soothing, exciting. These young men were doing such wonderful things to her.
"No, don't! Oh, you filthy ... leave me alone! Take me back to my house or I'll tell your parents!" Evelyn whispered, the heat rising to her face and making her cheeks red with lust.
"Man, you want this bad ... all of it," Sam groaned.
Her cries only excited him more. He licked down deep, scouring her slick cunt, working his fingers over his prick and making it hard. At times he nibbled at her hot pussylips, watching as Evelyn groaned and rolled her thighs against his face.
She licked her dry lips, feeling her throat tighten while her lungs screamed for more air. She thought she was going to die from this kind of forbidden pleasure. Just when Evelyn was floating in the air, a sharp jolting pain shattered her. It was as if someone had dumped glass shards between her legs.
"Yaghghghghhhhh!"
Sam had ripped another fistful of cunt-hairs from her pussy. But this time the pain was far greater.
Evelyn blinked the tears from her eyes, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her flushed cheeks.
Reaching over, Sam snatched the dirty rag from the ground, wadding it up tightly and jabbing it against her lips. She tried twisting her head away from him.
"Open up, damn it! I'm not gonna have you shouting all night!"
"No, no!" Evelyn gasped.
Swearing under his breath, Sam reached down and pressed the fingers of both hands against her jaw. Evelyn felt the pressure, then she felt sharp jolts of pain shoot into her cheeks. It was as if Sam were pulling her wisdom teeth out with pliers!
She screamed and shouted.
Then Evelyn felt that horrid, foul-tasting rag being shoved into her mouth. When she tried pushing it out with her tongue once more, Sam brought one hand down around her throat and started squeezing until he had her coughing and rasping for air.
Evelyn caught her breath while spit gathered in the back of her throat.
"Okay, better," Sam said, noticing that she had calmed down.
Grabbing the rag, he pulled it from her mouth, shoving it in his back pocket before scrambling to his feet. She could see even in the dim light that he was excited with what he was doing. His prick made a firm, long roll against one leg of his Levi's.
Evelyn couldn't help but notice his cock.
"Now, get on your belly and lick these boots. If you're good, maybe I won't be so hard on you in the cabin," Sam said, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand.
Evelyn looked at him through a curtain of hair, unsure first of what he had ordered her to do. But when he stepped forward threateningly, she obeyed instantly.
Bending down, her tits rolling against the top of her dress, Evelyn found herself inches above his left black boot. The smell of the leather turned her stomach. She stuck out her tongue, then drew it back in once more, unsure of what to do.
Sam grew impatient. He grabbed her hair. Evelyn cried out, the pain shooting through her scalp once more as be brought her face down against the top of his boot and held her there.
Evelyn gagged, her nose flattening against the polished leather while her lips rubbed over his boot. Her jerked her head up once more, then slammed it back once again until her lip cracked. Evelyn tasted blood, and she trembled, regretting that she had hesitated even for one second. "Now lick!"
He was moving her head back and forth, back and forth, forcing her to lick until she was doing it on her own. It was hideous, degrading!
Twice, Evelyn turned her head, spitting out the foul mixture of spit and filth while Sam laughed at her. She brought her tongue around to the toe of his boot, leaving long trails of spit shining on his leather. Moving around to the heel, Evelyn hoped he would tire of the game before she had to do any more.
Sam saw the way she gingerly brought her tongue around to the top of his boot. With a laugh, he grabbed her hair again, forcing her head down until Evelyn felt her lips scraping painfully along his boot. There was something awful tasting lodged there, something that made her belly turn over.
Frantically Evelyn licked and spat, licked and spat, her head moving and bobbing up and down while her tongue scoured his filthy boot until finally Evelyn could take it no more. Twisting away in a surprise move, she vomited, retching violently, her body shaking and shuddering.
Sam watched until she finished, dribble oozing from her mouth. Her throat and belly burned while her nostrils felt as if they were on fire.
Sam kicked the spit-cleaned boot against her shoulder, knocking Evelyn to the dirt as she sobbed.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy was surprised when she came downstairs for some milk and found her mother gone.
Cindy noticed the back door was opened, something her mother, never, ever did. She stopped by the stove, her heart beating wildly as she thought of the possibility of someone kidnapping her mother.
Cindy was about to phone the police when the instrument rang, jangling her nerves. Quickly the girl picked it up, relieved that it probably was her mother.
"Mom? Where are you? What happened?" she blurted into the phone.
There was a pause, a hesitation, then breathing. In an instant, Cindy knew it wasn't her mother and was about to hang up when a male voice came over from the receiver.
"She's with us. And if you expect to see her again, you're gonna do what I say, understand?"
Cindy was speechless, her fingers tightening around the black plastic receiver while her heart beat so hard she thought it would tear through her rib cage.
The man gave her instructions on how to get to the place. Yes, she had cab money. No, she would tell no one, knowing they would be watching for the police. Yes, she would get there right now.
It still seemed like a nightmare when the man hung up. If it weren't for the persistent bleating tone from the receiver, Cindy would have still thought it was her own imagination that had dreamed up the call. But no, the caller was serious.
Quickly she dialed the cab company, then slipped on her blue sweater and dashed outside, waiting impatiently for the car. The drive through town was an ordeal, every stoplight an unnerving sight.
The cab stopped in front of a dirt road with an old mailbox teetering by the side.
"That's the address, lady. You sure you want me to leave?" the driver asked, turning around and holding his hand out for the fare.
"Oh yes, yes," Cindy said breathlessly, giving him the money. "My mother's there. Please, I'll go up alone."
Cindy turned and watched the red tail-light; disappear. Cindy gathered what courage she had and began walking up the road.
In a moment, she could see two small square windows brightly lit. She stopped, pressing her icy fingers against her lips and wondered if she were doing the right thing. She could always go back, always flag down some car on this lonely road and phone the police. Whoever was holding her mother there would have to give her up.
Cindy walked forward again, moving into a small clearing. There was movement at the window.
For a moment, Cindy expected her mother to come rushing out and into her arms. Instead, two bulky men walked onto the old porch, the tallest one named Joe sauntering down the steps and studying her.
Cindy felt her heart thump in icy terror.
"You ... called me. Where's my mother?"
Cindy tried to sound as cool as she could, feeling foolish now for having come up here without the cab driver.
The man threw back his head and laughed, his loud voice echoing in the thick woods around the cabin.
"She's not here. I thought you were her for a while. Man, baby, your old lady and us we've been tyin' it on for a while."
"Wh ... what?"
"Yeah, sure, and I figured like mother, like daughter. She showed me a picture of you, see?" Joe held up a small photo.
Cindy shrank back.
Joe was putting the picture in his shirt pocket, coming toward her.
"No, no, you leave me alone! You don't ... you don't touch me!" she stammered, shaking her head.
Cindy turned on her heels and ran down the road, her purse banging against her thighs. She stretched her arms in front of her as she rushed through the night air, her sandaled feet sliding on the soft dirt.
Behind her, she could hear the man drawing closer and closer to her. Through the low branches of a tree, Cindy could see the headlights of a car threading its way carefully around the hairpin turn near the dirt road entrance.
"Help! Stop, stop!" she screamed, her lungs bursting from the effort.
She could almost feel Joe's breath panting heavily against the back of her neck. It was like being pursued by some evil beast! She shouted again, her courage failing her when she felt fingers gripping the back of her blouse.
Joe tore the garment, cursing loudly, then throwing himself forward like a missile. He hit her just below her shoulder blades, knocking her forward and sending the teen off-balance.
Cindy pitched into the darkness, her palms and knees hitting the ground and skidding over small rocks.
Joe nearly shot past her, digging his thick heels into the soil and stopping. Cindy raised herself from the ground, shaking the dirt from her face and starting to rise to her feet.
Joe stopped her, grabbing her elbow and pulling her back against him. She could feel his hard-muscled body pressing into hers while he gripped her skirt and blouse and started tearing at the material. Cindy screamed, twisting in his grip, her heels digging into the dirt while she beat her fists like useless cotton balls against his face.
Joe laughed again, the cruel, nasty laugh that made her flesh crawl. He had his hand up between her legs now, his finders scraping painfully along her cunt-flesh. Cindy cried out, her face a red mask of pain. He cursed her, biting the back of her neck while twisting two fingers up into her cunt.
The girl went white with shock, her body falling limp against him as she felt those fingers penetrating her pussy. It was happening all over again!
He twisted his fingers up until she squawked, her body stiffening once more. Feeling herself going out of control, Cindy pissed onto his invading hand.
Joe cursed, pulling his fingers out and shoving them up against her mouth. Cindy nearly vomited, the smell of her own urine making her sick. Still Joe persisted, shoving his fingers finally between her lips and forcing the teen to lick them.
"Yeah, that's it, tastes real good, don't it?
That's the way, lick 'em clean," he whispered, laughing as the girl grew wild with despair.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he twisted her around, slapping her on the bare ass and pushing her forward.
Cindy stumbled, sweeping the hair from her face as she felt a boot smack into her ass. She could still feel those fingers twisting up into her pussy, still feel the hot breath panting against the back of her neck while his legs had kept hers pinned against the ground. He was pushing her forward now, forcing her back to the cabin.
Once she was in the small clearing again, Cindy caught sight of the other man. He was on the porch, leaning on a post and watching the two of them climb up.
"Get 'er inside. We're gonna have some fun with this young slut," Mike said.
"She's no virgin. Found that out back there," Joe said.
"Fuck 'er?"
"Naw ... not with my dick, leastways."
Cindy burned with shame. Keeping her eyes down, terrified of the men at every step she took, the girl climbed the three rotting wooden steps leading to the porch, hugging her purse to her side as if that would somehow protect her.
She shrank away from Mike, stopping at the doorway, afraid to look him in the eye.
"Your old lady liked this place. At least, she seemed to, from the way she was groanin' and moanin' every time we poked 'er," Mike said.
"You ... you liar!" Cindy exclaimed.
Joe pushed her forward, shoving her into the room while Mike followed her in.
Cindy stumbled in, stretching out one hand to catch herself to keep from falling. Looking around, she saw she had grabbed a large black bullwhip hanging from a wooden peg driven into the wall. The girl screamed, backing away from the thing as if it were a live snake.
Quickly she looked around and saw that she had stumbled into some strange kind of torture room. There were frightening-looking instruments hanging from hooks and pegs. Some things she recognized from pictures of horses being trained and roped. Others defied her imagination, although she realized that all the devices were meant to cause pain.
"She's gonna have to have some training, a lot like her old lady, maybe even a little more."
Both men were in the room now, the door having slammed shut.
Cindy wanted to die on the spot. She shrank back, her elbows pressed against her sides, her fingers nervously fingering her purse strap while she shuddered.
The men were standing there, watching her, studying her, as if she were some small defenseless animal about to be devoured by two predators. Cindy wanted to fall to her knees and beg them to let her go. But she instinctively realized that would only inflame them.
"Let's get her naked!" Mike smiled.
Cindy hugged her body more tightly, her eyes dancing from one man to the other.
Joe was first on her, his fingers curling around the seam of her blouse and ripping it open. Cindy dropped her purse to the floor as she struck at the big man's arms again and again. She gripped the torn front of her blouse, turning around and rushing to the wall as if that move somehow would save her.
Then she felt Joe's hand come down around the back of her neck, his fingers ripping her blouse and tearing it open from the rear. With another paw-like sweep, he gripped the white narrow strap of her bra, ripping it in two.
"No!"
Her blouse was ripped away, her back naked. Cindy clung helplessly to the pathetic fragment of blouse still covering her tits.
Spinning Cindy around as if she were a rag doll, Joe slapped her hands away, exposing her pendulous tits.
The young blonde turned her head away, biting down on her lower hp and wishing she could run from the two men holding her. She hated them for staring at her tits, panting after her body that she knew they would take one way or the other. Cindy tried to stop the trembling in her hand. She wouldn't show them how terrified she really was.
Joe grabbed her by the elbows, pinning them back until her face went white with pain. He started chewing on her nipples as if they were bubble gum. Cindy let out a gasp of agony. The cords stuck out from her neck while her knees felt weak.
The dim play of light across Joe's ruggedly handsome face filled her with fright, yet there was a kind of wild excitement that she knew was forbidden.
Cindy felt his teeth biting down even harder on her nipple, drawing out gusting sighs from her. And when his knees started pushing hers apart, she knew full well what she could expect from these two animals.
"Oh!" she gasped.
They had grabbed her skirt, pulling it down to her ankles, then forcing her back until she stood there, hands clasped over her tits, dressed only in her pink cotton panties. Joe could see the dark V under the thin cloth, and he was about to tear it from her thighs when Mike restrained him.
"Let's get her up ... way up," he suggested, nodding in the direction of the ceiling.
Joe pushed her toward the center of the cabin.
Cindy warily eyed the instruments on the wall, wondering if the men were going to use one of them on her. She kept her arms hugged in tightly against her chest, hiding her nipples from the men.
Silently Mike walked to the far wall and started moving something around and around.
In the dim light, Cindy could see what appeared to be a winch. A movement caught her eye and she looked up, seeing a polished dark wooden pulley descending from the overhead beam.
Mike turned the winch handle again and again until the dreadful, frightening object was about four feet from the floor. Cindy shuddered when Joe grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.
Attached to the pulley was an iron cuff, just like one she had seen in old pirate movies. The inside of that thing was rusty and sharp. They surely would cut her flesh with that awful cuff.
Shrinking back, Cindy shook her head, whimpering, as Joe forced her arm forward and placed her wrist in the opened half of the cuff. Meekly she submitted, a shadow of pain flickering across her face as the cuff clicked into place. A screw at the top secured the device, Joe turned the screw around and around until Cindy cried out in pain. She felt as if her wrist bones were crunching from the sharp pressure.
Mike began turning the winch the other way. Immediately Cindy felt her bound arm rising, pulling up, up from her body until it was stretched high over her head.
Standing on tiptoe, reaching up, Cindy tried to ease the tension. But Mike was determined to haul her body up from the floor. In a moment her toes left the filthy wood floor. Cindy couldn't prevent herself from crying out. A wrenching cry ripped from her throat as she swung like a pendulum, her scream bouncing from wall to wall while her fingers curled around the hard iron cuff.
Mike turned the winch, pleased at the girl's shuddering cries. Her legs were kicking out like those of a frog.
Cindy looked from man to man, finding herself rising higher and higher toward the ceiling. Her muscles ached while something popped in her shoulder. Throwing her head back, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her lower back, Cindy drew her other arm up and curled her fingers about the half-inch line supporting the cuff. Painfully she pulled as hard as she could, climbing onto the line and easing the pressure against her bound wrists.
A sharp smack against her belly told her that she had done the wrong thing. With a stinging cry of despair, she let go, feeling the pressure once more against her stretched-thin muscles.
Higher and higher, Cindy rose from the floor until she was nearly eighteen inches from the planks. The muscles in her arm seemed to be tearing.
Panting with agony, Cindy felt dizzy.
Her body hung limply, suspended by the one pulley above her and the cuff cutting cruelly into her flesh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy wasn't completely unconscious when both men walked around to her, fingering her panties.
Joe was first, sliding his fingers up under her elastic leg band and probing her cunt with his calloused fingertips. Cindy let out a moan, her legs softly kicking back and forth. Then she felt the added tearing pressure against her bound arm with every move she made.
"Okay, let's see just how much she can take.
Besides," Mike said, his voice growing thick with lust, "I think I wanna see this little slut all bound up."
They were busy fumbling around with something in back of her. Carefully, barely able to move her head, Cindy looked over her shoulder. Every move was agonizing. But she had to see what they were going to do to her.
Mike was holding another cuff while Joe had several lengths of rope dangling from his fingers. They worked quickly, Mike snapping the large cuff around her right ankle while Joe bent her leg back, pushing it up toward the ceiling.
Cindy couldn't hold back any longer. Sobbing and choking, she screamed, shaking her head from side to side as she felt her thigh muscles stretch to the tearing point. They were pushing her leg up until her ankle was rubbing up against her bound wrist. Her belly cramped while her tits dangled obscenely in mid-air. She was bent back like a giant U, her spine cracking from the awkward position.
Standing on a chair, Joe threaded the rope through a small eyehook in the cuff around her ankle, fastening it to the wrist restraint and securing it in a double figure-eight knot. Her left foot hung down without any support, her crotch feeling the terrible tension.
Dangling, Cindy fought back the choking moans rising from her chest. She let out another cry, then fell silent as she passed out from the awful pain.
How long she had fainted, Cindy had ho idea. When she finally regained consciousness, the first thing Cindy felt was the terrible pulling pain in her shoulder and the tension that made her thighs cramp.
She blinked her eyes open and found herself staring right at Joe. He was fingering her tits, sliding one finger back and forth across one turgid nipple.
Cindy was ashamed with the way her body was reacting, especially considering what they were doing to her.
Joe brought her free leg around, running his hand up to her panty crotch then slipping his fingers under the leg band until they were caressing her pussy. Cindy cried out, shaking her head violently as she felt his fingers crawling over her cunt, touching her cunt lips, her clit, slipping into her tight little hole.
Joe sighed, shaking his head while kicking something under her. Cindy looked down and saw a wooden pyramid just below her free leg. The top had been rounded off somewhat, but it still looked rather sharp. Instinctively she knew she would be able to take some of the weight from her arms on that thing, but it would hurt.
Mike said something to Joe who nodded, then left after slapping her on her ass.
In a moment the only sounds in the cabin were Cindy's heavy breathing punctuated by an occasional moan. The weight pulling at her arms and leg seemed to grow more and more intense. She sobbed, wishing she could free herself. Twisting around, Cindy brought her free leg around until she could feel the tip of the pyramid with her toes. She pressed her foot against the top of the thing. Sighing with relief, Cindy felt the aching weight immediately lessen around her shoulders. But the pressure of that rounded tip against her arch grew more and more painful. There was no respite. She was simply trading one torture for another!
Cindy stood it as long as she could, remembering how the agony throbbed through her shoulder when she'd hung there unsupported.
Finally she could take it no longer. With a sob of defeat, she kicked free, swinging like a pendulum and feeling the renewed pain throbbing through her body again.
Cindy let out a long low moan, her muscles and sinews stretching and twisting until her bones throbbed with pain. Cindy cried out again and again, her sobbing moans choking in her throat while tears rolled from her eyes. Her shoulder felt as if it were on fire while her fingers were growing numb. She was sure she would lose her arm if they continued torturing her this way.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Cindy was becoming more and more desperate, her throat aching from the strain of her screams.
Time and time again, Cindy looked at the door, hoping that the men would come in and free her. Wildly she shrieked, kicking her leg back and forth, increasing the pressure against her shoulder until her head spun from the agony.
Mike and Joe came in, frowning at the girl.
"Christ! You're gonna wake up the dead with all that screechin', " Mike said with a grin, looking up at the hanging girl.
"Let's take her down."
Cindy felt the rope shudder above her. In another second, she was moving down toward the floor. She felt the rough wooden planks with her toes and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around as they uncuffed her ankle, freeing her leg.
Cindy stumbled, feeling tingly sensations race up and down her thighs while blood returned to her limbs. She could hardly stand, her legs feeling like rubber while her shoulder still ached.
Mike didn't give her enough time to recuperate. He moved behind her and curled his fingers around her elastic waistband, jerking her panties down to her knees with one pull.
Cindy gasped, flinging her hands over her pussy and backing away.
A harsh slap slammed across her ass. Shrieking, she wheeled around, staring red-faced at Joe as she nearly tripped on her tangled panties.
"Stop this!" she cried, slapping at the two men.
Joe grabbed one arm, twisting it around, then forced her wrist up to her face.
"You want this again? You like hangin' up there without any help?"
"No!" she sobbed, her cheeks reddening even more.
"Then move over here, bitch."
They put her on a table that had been shoved in one corner.
Mike turned on a small floor lamp, the light revealing a series of eyehooks and cuffs that had been fastened to the top and bottom edges of the table.
She swung her long white legs over the surface, feeling how rough and splintery it was against her naked ass. Cindy sat there, her fists pressed against her thighs, her chest rising and falling mightily as she scanned both men and wondered if she could make a break for it now.
Mike was watching her closely while Joe was opening two drawers at the bottom of the table and pulling out strange, weird-looking things. The items were all about three inches long in diameter. There were small screws attached to them that made the teen shiver. Whatever they were, the men were going to use them on her. Joe examined them, putting some back in the cardboard box.
Cindy slipped back an inch on the table, feeling splinters against her flesh.
The waiting, she thought, was worse than anything. If only she knew what they were going to do to her!
Mike picked up one clamp and looked at her with a smile, opening it.
"What ... what are they?" Cindy whispered.
"Things to make you feel good."
Suddenly Mike pressed his open palm against her throat and forced her back onto the table. She lay there as if she were going to undergo a hideous operation.
He tugged her thighs widely apart, smoothing his fingers over her flesh while watching her shivering under his touch.
In spite of her growing fear, Cindy felt her nipples growing hard and stiff. She shifted her thighs, feeling those splinters prickling her sweaty hot ass-flesh while Mike's light touch was sending feathery hot flashes up into her cunt and on to her tits.
Cindy tried not to show her excitement, tried hard not to let these men see how aroused she was. But nothing could hide her stiffened nipples and the warm flush on her belly.
Mike moved his fingers up to her pussy, rubbing the backs of his knuckles over her pussyflesh and watching as Cindy shuddered, sucking in a deep, ragged breath and holding it. Deftly he worked her cunt lips apart, tracing his fingernails along the moist, hot sensitive flesh between her inner and outer pussy lips.
Cindy jerked her knees apart, her ass rubbing across the rough surface of the table until she felt a splinter pricking her ass-hole. It was all so teasing! The light touches were driving her half-mad.
Mike was working up her cunt by barely touching it while Joe stroked his prick through his Levi's, watching the two of them like a hawk.
"Man, I'm gonna drive my dick down her throat before we're through here," Mike vowed with a whisper, looking at Joe and Cindy.
Suddenly Mike grabbed a fistful of her cunt-hairs and yanked them from her pussymeat, making the girl's legs shudder, then snap shut, while her body jerked and rolled against the table.
Both men held her down, laughing at her violent reaction. While Mike held her down, Joe got down to serious work, tugging her thighs apart and bringing one earring-like object down to her cunt.
Cindy felt something icy cold against her hot cunt. She shivered, jerking her ass an inch off the table while arching her spine. The steel was frigid against her cunt lips. She raised up a bit, watching, as Joe opened a clamp, then screwed it tightly onto her right cunt lip.
Cindy let out a low sigh, not believing this was happening to her.
Joe had let the screw fall to one side of her leg, the weight of it pulling on her cunt lip. It was such an odd feeling being opened up that way.
Groaning, Cindy rubbed her body back and forth on the table, reveling in the prickling of those splinters. They were pricking at her ass-hole, poking at her ass-hole flesh.
"Now for the next one." Joe attached another ring to her other cunt lip, letting it fall to her thigh.
Cindy groaned, grinding her teeth as she felt her cunt being opened wide under the tugging pressure. She was wide open, her pussy exposed to these men.
Joe stabbed one finger into her cunt, burrowing it in knuckle-deep and watching her squirm with discomfort.
Cindy moved back, looking up with rounded eyes at the two men fucking her this way.
"Keep her arms back. I don't trust the slut," Joe said, pulling two more rings from the drawer.
"No, don't! I promise ... no, don't tie me up again!" she begged.
But Mike was too aroused, too excited, to listen to the girl. Taking her arm, he drew it back to the edge of the table, keeping it pinned there while pulling an eighteen-inch length of cord from another drawer under the table.
Cindy winced, feeling the line wrapping around her wrist, the rough hemp cutting and chafing her injured flesh even more. For a moment she forgot about the clamps on her cunt as she felt the rope cutting and tightening around her wrist.
Mike grabbed her other arm and stretched it back until it was placed against the opposite side of the table.
Cindy sighed, feeling her muscles stretching yet again as he roped her wrist to an eyehook, securing her arms with slipknots.
Grimacing, Cindy looked down and saw two heavy rings in Joe's hand. She let out a yell when he attached one to her nipple, screwing the small little knob until the clamp was crushing her tit tip.
Cindy yelled, her voice shrilling, as she arched her spine and pressed the back of her head against the table. Just as she had started getting used to the killing pain, Joe did the same to her other nipple.
Cindy fought down the scream exploding in her throat, making a gurgling, strangled sound while Joe reached down and grabbed more ropes. Rolling her eyes back, she saw Mike had taken his cock out, working it up to its full length right now. She flashed her eyes back to Joe, afraid to look at a man's prick.
"Please ... please..." Cindy gasped.
She was rewarded for her plea by a resounding slap across the face. Letting out a sharp cry, she stared at Joe while she felt the fire of his stinging slap burn into her cheeks.
"Come on, let's tie this bitch wide open. Man, she looks good roped up against the fuckin' table," Joe remarked.
The men fumbled around in the drawers, Joe taking some cord and slipped one around her right ankle while Mike did the same with the left, drawing them back until the balls of her feet were pressed against her ass. They secured her ankles to her thighs by wrapping long pieces of cord several times around her body.
Cindy felt her cunt lips stretching apart from one another, pulling thin from the resulting tension, the dark moist pink hole of her cunt becoming more and more exposed.
Cindy groaned, wriggling her body as best she could to try to ease the pressure. Again she felt the stabbing pricks of the wood against her ass. She groaned.
Joe attached a loop to one knee, throwing the free end under the table and running the cord around until Mike grabbed the end and slipped it about the teen's other knee, securing the line with a knot.
In that grotesque fashion, the men kept her from drawing her knees together to protect herself. Cindy swallowed a lump of fear, feeling the tingly tissues of her pussy stretching more and more as she thought about how vulnerable she was. She could feel a draft of air on her pussy hairs, touching her hot cunt lips, making them even warmer and more engorged with blood as she lay there waiting for the men to do their worst.
Mike was back at her head, his prick dangerously close to her mouth. She thought about taking something that big down her throat and closed her eyes in fear.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Joe was finger-fucking her now with both hands, his fingers tickling around her cunt lips, then spreading them farther apart.
Cindy kept her eyes closed. It was awful having this strange man touching her this way. He was pinching her now, making her grimace in pain, her body shivering with that rough touch.
"Take this," Mike said thickly.
He had his hands around her skull, holding her head to one side of the table while rubbing his prick against her lips. Cindy knew it was futile to resist. But she just couldn't take something that vile, that filthy in her mouth.
Mike pulled at her hair, making her groan with pain. Cindy found she could no longer resist. With a groan of defeat, Cindy opened her mouth and felt that long, hot cock start to slide over the top of her tongue.
"Man, that's good, Mike. Yeah, fuck that bitch's mouth. I wanna see her cheeks blow out," Joe encouraged, strumming her clit, making the tiny organ grow until she was starting to feel pure pleasure.
And it was pleasure that throbbed through her cunt now, pleasure sharpened by the cutting sensations of the ropes. Cindy stretched, increasing the tension of the line while Mike pulled her head back and started ramming his prick again and again into her mouth. She could no taste the increase of cum flowing from his piss-slit, a flavor that made her swallow repeatedly until her mouth was coated with the slime. Joe could see his buddy's prickhead fucking in and out, pressing against her flesh while his balls flattened against the teen's chin.
Cindy was making gurgling sounds, her arms pressing against the ropes while her knees bounced against the looping line.
Mike was hammering in, his head thrown back now, sweat streaking his face while his fingers pressed hard against the girl's skull. He was wheezing, while his prick fucked between her lips.
Cindy wriggled her tongue instinctively back and forth over the big man's prick until she felt the flow of pre-cum increase. He was going to shoot in her mouth! She could tell he was going to cum in her mouth!
Mike leaned forward, his prickhairs tickling her nose while his cock slipped past her tonsils and into her throat. Mike was groaning, swearing, his body trembling while his balls started pumping their load into her mouth.
It was awful! The fat shaft spat out cum, dazing the young girl with a shivering storm of lust and tear.
Cindy closed her mouth down around his prick and sucked, feeling Mike's prick throb as more and more cum shot out. She swallowed, then swallowed again, feeling the sticky blobs clinging in her throat. She could smell them in her nostrils. Her tongue flicked back and forth along the underside of his cock as the flood of jizz finally eased.
"Man..." Mike staggered back, his prick growing limp.
Joe stripped down and climbed onto the teen.
"Uhhh, no more! No more!" she moaned.
"Liar!" Joe brought the flat of his left hand hard against her right cheek, then back-handed her, his knuckles nearly knocking her unconscious.
Cindy felt the heat of his wild blows. But now there wasn't just pure pain. She felt excitement racing through her once more, the excitement that Mike's throat-fucking had begun. Now Joe was crawling on top of her, sliding his fat prick back and forth over the hot, greasy crack of her cunt which were pulled open by those rings. She thought he was going to fuck her, and she felt a hot, tight itchy sensation gradually sharpen into an ache.
But Cindy was wrong. Joe bit into her nipples, making her scream, then he pulled back, teasing her. She wanted to be fucked like an animal, raped, violated like she'd never been violated before!
Cindy purposely strained her body to feel the ropes cutting her more. The men saw this and grew more excited. They watched the attractive blonde teen rutting in front of them. Joe moved back onto her, squeezing the girl's ass, the pressure of his long fingers sinking into her ass-flesh, inflaming the lust of the young blonde teen.
Cindy couldn't help herself. The screws biting into her, the ropes holding her down, this big man squirming on top of her, his prick gouging her cunt-it all made her so very, very hot. She was going to get fucked!
Joe was panting in her face now while Cindy felt his knees pressing against hers. He was twisting the rings on her nipples, making her scream as he angled his cock up against her cunt.
Cindy let out another cry as he twisted the rings around and around, pulling them up, tugging her tit-tips out of shape, lifting her tits up from her chest, suspended only by the biting tit-rings. Cindy thought he was going to rip her nipples off. And strangely, she felt that itchy, hot ache between her legs pulse even more, stoked to the highest level by this pain.
"Uhhhh!" she moaned.
While still torturing her nipples, Joe started sinking his fat, hard prick into her tight pussy. Cindy gasped, licking her lips, as she felt incredible joy at having her young cunt finally filled. It was like having an itch finally scratched as Joe slipped his cock in.
She beat the table with her ass, while straining against the cords. Her nostrils flared as Joe pushed his cock in, his fingers twisting the rings on her nipples, then moving down until they gripped the devices holding her cunt lips apart. He enjoyed pulling on those rings, watching as the girl's face blanched from the pain. He brought more blood back into her cheeks by driving his prick in yet another inch.
Joe hesitated for only another moment, shoving his cock in all the way and watching the girl go wild screwing herself on it.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby! That's the way! Come on baby and fuck yourself down on my cock!"
"Ooooooooh!"
Cindy didn't think of anything more except this fucking. Her mind was blank. She was just a rutting animal, wallowing in her own filth while the men fucked her. There was a wild expression on her red, lust-bloated face as Joe started ramming his prick in faster and faster. He twisted the rings on her cunt lips.
Mike reached over the back of the table and grabbed hold of the nipple rings. He began twisting those once more, the two men torturing the rutting teen as she bounced her ass against the table and took that ramming prick.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Cindy felt the splinters against her ass. But the pain only increased the sharp, biting pleasure tingling through her pussy. Joe stabbed wildly at her, pushing his prick deep into her hot, bubbling pussy as Cindy gurgled with the mixture of pain and lust.
In a moment the girl was struggling again as that long pole of prickmeat fucked her. Her cunt tightened like a wet fist against his cock and exploded. She cried out, dragging her body over the table as her cunt exploded in orgasm.
"Oh, oh-eaghghghghghghhg!"
"Man, oh man!" Joe sighed.
Cindy didn't remember the last of it. She thought about having every pore in her body violated, raped by this wild man. She let out a sharp, wild laugh, then sank back against the table, the world blackening around her. With a final gasp, she passed out, knocked unconscious by the power of her own cum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Evelyn had a difficult time believing that her rapists were boys. They knew her well, knew all her secret desires. She could see that in the way they had treated her all along.
Evelyn now sat in that awful thing the boys called their playroom pillory. They said they got the idea from shop class-that is, before Jack had been tossed out of school.
She sat there, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, her naked ass hanging like two ripe melons from the wooden stockade while her arms and legs were thrust through the small holes cut into a yellow pine board. She was thankful the boys had nailed in two long support beams at the foot of the pillory. At least she didn't have to worry about falling back and hurting her spine.
But sitting there, feeling the rough wood cutting into her flesh, made her feel more humiliated and exposed than she had ever felt in her life.
Her ass-cheeks flexed, opening and closing, exposing her shitter to the cold drafts in the cabin.
Evelyn shook the loose hair from her eyes, staring around the cabin, wondering if her daughter had ever come up here.
The boys were gone. She had a moment's peace. Perhaps what they were going to do to her wouldn't be so bad. After all, they were only boys.
Then Evelyn heard footsteps.
Evelyn tensed, feeling the tiny muscles of her neck cramping while butterflies fluttered around in her tightened belly.
The door flew open and Sam was there in the doorway, scratching his crotch obscenely, looking with grim pleasure at the woman as she sat there, her ass hanging down from the pillory.
"She don't look too comfortable, does she, Jack?"
"Naw. She needs something to keep her ass up off the ground."
Evelyn turned her head, refusing to meet their mocking eyes. She could feel the rough wood more intensely against her flesh.
"Let's get her a stool. Sorry about that, Mrs. Watkins. We were busy getting some beer for ourselves and left you hangin' around like this. That wasn't very nice of us at all."
Evelyn heard scraping sounds on the porch, ans she turned her head toward the opened door just in time to see Sam dragging in a stool. At first Evelyn felt a flush of relief. Then she saw that a long steel twelve-inch dildo jutted from the seat. Around the base of that thing were small tiny steel spikes, all of them looking razor sharp.
Evelyn shook her head, her mouth becoming dry as cotton while Sam brought the stool around behind her and Jack slipped his hands over her ass-cheeks and drew them higher in the air.
Evelyn fought as best she could, twisting her body back and forth as she heard the stool scraping over the floor under her.
"Now, ride that mother," Sam urged.
Evelyn let out a cry of fear, jerking her ass up and tensing her thighs until they cramped. For a few moments she was able to keep her body away from that horrid thing below her. But her muscles were hurting her, aching terribly, while her strength was giving way. Sweat streamed down her cheeks while her arm muscles spasmed with pain.
Slowly, reluctantly, Evelyn felt her body sinking down, down toward that dreadful dildo. She could feel the cold tip brushing up against her cunt lips.
Evelyn let out another cry, stiffening her thighs again and twitching her ass up once again. But she couldn't keep hanging there in mid-air for too long. Once more she felt her muscles giving way, relaxing, as she sank down toward the awful dildo.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned.
Evelyn felt the cold head of the dildo pressing up into her warm cunt. She felt her cunt lips stretching around the shaft while her pussy tissues snugged up against the cold invader.
She threw her head back. She had never, ever been fucked by any of these strange objects.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Evelyn tensed her thighs again, hoping she could keep her cunt away from that thing.
But her muscles were giving way, growing weak with fatigue. She groaned again, her body shivering against the pillory while her muscles knotted in tension.
Then she noticed Jack scrambling around under her, his broad shoulders striking the stool and threatening for a moment to upend it. Blinking away the tears, Evelyn looked down and saw electrical wires.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Watkins. We're not gonna plug you in the wall or not hi n' like that. Sam's come up with a real neat thing he figured out. We used it before on some girls from school, and they thought it was great ... when they finally came to, that is." Jack smiled.
Evelyn watched with a furrowed brow, her heart beating quickly as Jack attached two black wires to two terminals in a small black box that Sam held.
"Watch what happens when we turn on the switch," Sam said with a grin.
It was some horrid nightmare! She twisted her body up, feeling the dildo sliding away from her cunt. If only she could get away from that thing! If only she could slip her cunt off the dildo, then they wouldn't be able to hurt her. She would be...
"Aghghghhhh!" Evelyn's legs tensed while her body shuddered.
There was a light tingly sensation, one that made her cunt muscles shiver and cramp. Her tits jiggled while her ass slipped back down onto the dildo. She kept her eyes closed as more and more electricity sparked into her body.
This wasn't so bad, she thought, her pussy tightening around the dildo. Instead of trying to slip away from the steel dick, Evelyn felt herself squirming on the thing, still trying to keep her ass away from those sharp spikes at the base of the dildo.
Evelyn began moving up and down a little faster, feeling more and more erotic sensations starting to flow from her pussy. It was as if she were melting into a warm sensuous ball of delight.
"Let's turn her up a little," Sam said, disappointed in Evelyn's apparent coolness.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
The increase in current made her flesh tingle while all her muscles began to spasm. Evelyn felt her cunt juices flowing as she licked her lips, bouncing on the dildo more and more. She couldn't help herself now, couldn't hide the apparent delight that was coursing through her body.
The boys smiled, pleased they had finally broken her barrier.
She was ashamed of what she was telling these boys. She was acting the part of a slut, rutting in front of them. But the current was transforming her, changing her, making her get higher and higher on her own sexuality.
It was only when she felt something sharp pricking her ass-cheeks that Evelyn realized she had slipped all the way down on the dildo! She had all twelve inches up her cunt, and a shock of electricity made her pussy muscles spasm around the dildo.
"Uhhh ... huhhhhhhhhh!"
After a few moments, Evelyn learned how to tense her thighs enough to limit the bouncing movement of her ass so she wouldn't cut herself too badly. And how the current spiced the way she moved her ass against the dildo.
She started moving her body up and down faster and faster, her arms and legs pulling against the pillory while her tits slapped and jiggled from her bouncing. She could feel her juices running like lava, that golden ball of climax in her belly whirling around faster and faster as juice frothed out of her cunt-hole.
Evelyn groaned, resting her forehead against the edge of the pillory. She shouldn't be feeling this good. She shouldn't be giving these boys the satisfaction of seeing her like this. But how good it was having that thing in her ass while the hot, stinging current was pricking her to higher and higher heights!
"Ohhhh, that's so good! Uhhh! Oh, it's so good, so-uhhh!"
Evelyn had lost her mind, it seemed. Instead of protesting against what was happening, she rode that dildo, bouncing up and down, her thighs running with sweat and cunt-juice while that dildo nudged deep into her pussy. She was growing hotter and hotter, her tongue flicking around her dry cracked lips while she felt her own blood boiling in her veins.
Her clit rubbed slickly against the fucking dildo. She could feel the sparking steel pushing that tiny sex-trigger into the surrounding pink pussyflesh, exciting it more and more until Evelyn was panting like an animal. She could smell her pussy now, smell the flow of her thick cunt juices as she bobbed up and down. "Ah!" she groaned.
The boys cranked the transformer up another notch. Evelyn felt herself whirling around in a hurricane of lust. She bounced and jerked, her body snapping from side to side while a constant wail escaped from her throat.
That awful electricity was driving her up the wall, up the pole to climax.
Evelyn ground her teeth and jerked her body up and down, sweat cascading down her face while her belly cramped from the current. Her arms jerked against the pillory while her toes curled, straightened, then curled again.
She cried out with a mixture of pain, shame and lust, her hips rolling while her pussy tightened on the dildo. Evelyn turned her head around, gasping for air while her own climax choked her throat. She felt the lascivious mass of feelings in her crotch accelerate even more, the heat seeming more intense than the electricity sparking it.
"Yaghhhh!"
They were shooting more current into her body while watching her twist and writhe in joy and agony. Then they shut off the current, leaving her high and dry.
Evelyn cried out, feeling the sudden cessation of the hot pressure torturing her. In surprise, she slipped all the way down, the small iron spikes knifing into her ass. With a sharp cry, Evelyn jerked up, leaning forward heavily and sobbing with frustration.
Her cunt was almost climaxing when the current stopped. She felt empty, leaning there, weeping and sobbing while digging her fingernails into the pillory. They had shattered her nerves, making her into a wild woman as she bounced on the dildo.
"Uh!"
The current started once more, a jolting blast of electricity hitting her cunt dead center. The hot current made her pussy clench like a fist. She heard the slapping sounds of the dildo fucking her pussy, driving her toward climax. She was going to cum, going to finally reach climax. She could feel it coming.
The woman fought with all her strength to grab short breaths, her entire chest spasming as she battled with the oncoming climax. She could hear the boys laughing at her. All she wanted was her lustful climax.
Totally out of control, Evelyn wanted to scream, yet the electricity and the gut-wrenching power of her climax wouldn't let her. She writhed on the pillory, agonized by the onslaught against her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried for the last time to regain control of her body.
She jerked up and down once more, stabbing her cunt again and again on that sparking dildo. She was strangling on her sobs, her breath driven out by her cum. The bright room around her was growing dark while more current seemed to explode into her pussy. She could feel her clit erecting as she slid all the way down, then jerked up so hard that she thought she would upend the pillory.
Evelyn let out another sharp cry. Her skin felt painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the current. The goose bump hardness of her nipples hurt. Her nipples tingled as she felt herself climbing a wall, that wall of climax she had wanted ever since they'd slipped her into the pillory.
"Man, she's cummin'! " Sam whispered, scratching his prick through his Levi's while watching Evelyn jerk and bounce and thrash wildly.
"Yeah, man, yeah!" Jack exclaimed.
The naked, tortured, still-cumming woman collapsed against the pillory, her pussy still spasming while the current suddenly stopped.
Evelyn felt her cunt climax. There was nothing but silence as she felt darkness envelop her.
CHAPTER NINE
Evelyn's head was lolling.
She had fainted after the last round, losing consciousness while the boys tormented her.
They had wrapped her in some kind of blanket.
Sam was carrying her, his fingers slipping now and then to her cunt and touching her there.
Evelyn remained limp, not opening her eyes one fraction of an inch until she felt Sam righting her body and shoving her forward. Evelyn felt the blanket slip from her chest, and she was about to make a grab for it, when she felt her forehead strike something hard. In a second something slammed behind her.
Opening her eyes, Evelyn realized she was in some sort of steel box. The walls pressed against her shoulders and upper arms, while her nose and lips had pushed up against the front. It was so dark in there she might as well have kept her eyes shut.
Turning her head as best she could, Evelyn realized the top of the coffin-like structure around her shoulders was broader than the foot. Moving her legs and arms about, Evelyn mentally pictured the shape of her confinement and realized the boys had dumped her into an iron maiden without the spikes.
Her eyes widened while her heart beat more quickly. Were they going to bury her alive? Her blood froze while a cold sweat trickled down her back.
Bracing her knuckles against the smooth front panel, Evelyn tried to hear something, some sound from outside that would give her a clue as to what they were planning to do with her. Nothing. The front of the iron maiden crushed her tits, her nipples rubbing up and down against the front.
Evelyn let out a sigh, feeling her own breath pumping against her flushed cheeks as she worked her toes against the small floor under her. Evelyn tried to bring her breathing under control. It was so warm and closed in. The harder she breathed, the less oxygen there would be. But then Evelyn could see tiny pinholes all around her.
Evelyn licked her dry lips, her flesh burning while her tongue seemed to swell with the passing seconds. She had been there for some time, now. Ten minutes? Longer?
Evelyn shuddered, scraping her fingernails against her naked thighs and waited.
Suddenly Evelyn heard something. She tensed as a faint scraping sound brought her around. A trickle of air was coming through those tiny holes that she had spotted earlier.
What were they doing? Before she had time to figure it out, she felt something brushing along her throat. She cried out, bringing down her chin and trying to move her neck to one side. It was a long, narrow, sharp object.
Barely Evelyn could see it in the dark. It looked like a fine knitting needle!
"Uh!" she groaned.
Evelyn trembled as the needle continued onward, pressing against her flesh, striking her throat. Evelyn coughed and drew back as much as she could.
A second needle slipped in, pricking her right tit, nearly puncturing the sensitive flesh just beneath her areola.
Evelyn let out another sigh, shaking her head and wanting to bawl, but somehow she kept herself under control. In another instant she flattened her shoulders against the back of the iron maiden. Whimpering, she instinctively tried to draw her hands to her tits. But that move was impossible. She was trapped, the iron maiden pinning her arms to her sides while her entire body was vulnerable.
A third needle came through, this one pricking her left nipple. They were twisting the needle around and around, making Evelyn gasp with pain as she rose on her toes and felt her skull pressing against the top of the iron maiden. It was getting hotter and more difficult to breathe!
Evelyn cried out finally, hammering her knuckles against the sides. Still the boys didn't answer her. She felt her knees shaking, pressing against the front of the iron maiden. Still nothing.
"Ah!"
A fourth needle slipped in lower, this one prickling her cunt lips. Evelyn's eyes widened while her flesh broke out into goose pimples. They were pushing it in, sliding it back, then pushing the thing through once again until the sharp point threatened to pierce her cunt-flesh.
Evelyn went mad with fear and pain, hammering her knuckles more brutally against the sides of the iron maiden while the needle screwed into her pussy. A fifth needle pierced her clit, sending thrills of hot pleasure and pain exploding up her spine and into her brain.
Evelyn felt weak, about to pass out again while sweat drenched her face and tits. It was like having teeth tearing at her cunt and ravaging her clit while her ass tightened. Then they started on her ass, Sam sliding in two needles just under her ass-hole, drawing them back, then aiming more carefully through another needle-sized hole until it found its target. They were puncturing her shitter, driving it in.
"Yagh!" she screamed.
Evelyn was terrified they would hurt her more than she could stand. More needles were coming in now while Sam and Jack were pushing others more deeply into her flesh. They dug and pricked, making her sweat, while her cunt tingled maddeningly.
Evelyn threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the iron maiden, as the needles punctured her cunt lips. And that sharp lance around her clit was stoking up that tiny organ more and more until she felt it stiffen and stand up like a tiny thumb.
The searing agony made her, body shiver. Evelyn felt herself coming alive sexually once more, driven by the pain lancing into her body as those needles tormented her flesh again.
Begging and bawling, Evelyn hammered her fists against the walls of the iron maiden, pleading with the boys to let her go. Then suddenly all the pushing stopped. Evelyn listened to her own wild heart beat, wondering if they were going to let her go. The needles were still there, still poking her flesh. She could hear movement outside. They were pushing something around near the iron maiden. For one wild instant, she thought about that awful generator and wondered.
There were more sounds, clicking sounds she couldn't comprehend. Then there was that humming sound and the smell of something burning.
"Yaghghghghhh!" she screamed.
They had wired some of the needles to that transformer, sending current into her body. She jerked wildly inside the iron maiden, her body thumping against the sides while her head banged again and again against the lid. Her nipples were on fire, the tips turning dark red and swelling against the sparking needles while her cunt shivered and spasmed with delight.
She was cumming again and again, her body trapped in an eternal climax while she jerked and shivered in the iron maiden.
Wildly Evelyn humped her belly up and down while the sparking needles raked her cunt and ass. Her brain simmered and boiled while her body danced crazily in the iron coffin.
Throwing her body around as best she could, she thought the force of her movements would overturn the metal casket. She could care less at this point.
Again Evelyn felt another hot climax spill over her convulsing cunt while her pussywalls buckled under the pressure. She gasped, sagging against the iron barrier in front of her, gasping and sobbing and feeling so hot that she thought she would burn up.
"Oh!"
Suddenly the electricity stopped. The needles were pulled back and the front door opened.
Evelyn collapsed, feeling a burst of cool damp air against her flesh as Jack caught her.
"Had enough?"
Evelyn nodded, turning her face away from that horrible iron maiden.
Evelyn shuddered as she thought what other things they would try out. They threw her facedown onto the floor, Sam pressing the heel of his boot against her neck and pressing down. She squawked, turning her head to one side, her cheek pressing against the iron maiden.
"Please, don't, I've had enough! I've had enough!" she groaned.
"There's never enough the way we play the game, baby. We want it all, and, man, you're givin' it to us," Jack said in a whisper.
Her body still hummed with the feel of electricity surging through her veins. The current had made her flesh glow with new life while the confines of that iron maiden had excited her to no end.
"Come on, man, let's beat the snot outta her with these fuckin' whips," Sam said, tugging a long black leather bullwhip from the wall and holding both ends in both hands.
Evelyn jerked her head up, seeing the whip coiled in his hands like a python and screamed. She started jerking her body back. But Sam caught her with the whip, looping it around her throat and dragging her back.
She screamed with a choked shriek, her fingers clawing at the strangling leather while her legs dragged out behind her. Sam let her go, unraveling the whip and cracking it in the air.
Evelyn screamed again, pressing her shivering body against the wall.
Laughing, Sam brought the whip down hard against her right shoulder, tearing her flesh, leaving a long red mark while the woman shrieked and jerked away from her position.
Evelyn pitched forward, her one hand covering the injured area of her body protectively as she scrambled across the cabin.
"Here, man, use the crop. That fuckin' whip's gonna tear down this cabin," Jack advised, tossing his buddy a smaller-sized weapon.
Sam grinned, throwing down the whip, then unfurling the leather-knotted thongs and pursued the hapless Evelyn.
Screaming, flailing about in a delirious frenzy, she tried shielding her tits and cunt from the whip. But Sam was good, blocking her way, overturning chairs and pursuing her while bringing the whip down again and again against her flesh.
Evelyn shrieked, feeling the thongs chewing into the flesh just below her tits. When she turned around and beat her fists against the rough-hewn wall, Evelyn felt the crop come down hard against her ass. Again and again the leather thongs sliced into her white shivery ass flesh until it was streaked scarlet.
"Nooo!"
Evelyn banged into the iron maiden, shrinking away from that awful instrument of torment and rushing for the door. She grabbed the handles, pulling at it wildly, her body thrashed several times by the thongs. When the crop came down around her right thigh, the knotted tips biting into her cunt, Evelyn felt her knees buckle.
Sobbing wildly, collapsing to the floor, she covered her head with her hands and let them beat her thighs and ass savagely. The rising heat in her pussy was making her weak all over again. Those awful stinging blows from the riding crop were firing up her cunt once more, making the tingly tissues prickle while her mind raged out of control.
She cried out again as Sam kicked her away from the door, rolling her body toward the center of the room and bringing down the crop against the side of her face.
Screaming, Evelyn scrambled about on all fours, desperately avoiding the leather weapon and yet always seeming to find it. In a rage of terror, Evelyn hurled herself at her tormentors. Then shouting and screaming, she collapsed to the floor with a strange smile on her face as the two young men came at her, promising Evelyn more.
CHAPTER TEN
If only she could have fainted.
If only she could have passed out and remained unconscious!
Cindy wished she could have been less strong, more of a shrinking violet. Surely that would have spared her so much pain, so much humiliation. But that wasn't to be.
The men were experimenting with her-or so they explained as they sat her in a tiny wooden cage and forced her to cross her legs at the ankles and tuck the balls of her feet under her buttocks.
Joe slipped his belt buckle off, sliding it around her arms, then forcing them up against her thighs and securing one to the other. Cindy bent forward, feeling the leather belt creasing the flesh of her arms.
What was worse, however, was the way they had bent back her arms, holding her forearms behind her spine and bringing them up, fixing her wrists together with a double wrap of quarter-inch line.
Cindy struggled, working her hands against one another, her fingernails scratching her upper back. Her shoulders ached from being roped in.
To keep her head from moving too much, Mike had slipped a noose-like rope around her neck, pulling the free end back and tying it tc one of the slats of the cage she was in.
When Cindy tried to cry out for help, Joe took what appeared to be a harness, sliding it around her jaw and making certain the broad leather strap covered her lips. It was all the teen could do to breathe!
Struggling against the confines of the rope biting into her flesh, she peered through the wooden slats like a caged animal, feeling despair settling on her like a cloud. She was restrained, unable to move a muscle, the cramps in her thighs and upper arms growing worse without her being able to relax her muscles. It was a slow torture, one the men knew she was enduring and they loved to watch.
"See? Man, she's really goin' through hell now," Joe said, kicking the side of the cage.
Cindy winced. Every movement was hell to her. She bit down on the leather strap, her forehead creasing as a throb of pain shot through her body. Her naked ass scraped over the three wooden slats at the bottom of the cage. Splinters knifed into her, making her gasp in pain.
When the girl settled back down against the bottom of the cage, Mike moved up to the front, leaning heavily against the top and unzipping his trousers.
"That's the way, baby, that's the way I like women sometimes ... nice and quiet, not shootin' off their damned yaps," Mike snarled, pulling his prick out and wagging it in front of her face.
Cindy moaned through the gag, watching as a droplet of pre-cum bubbled to the surface of his piss-slit. He was stroking his cock. She furrowed her brow, wondering what on earth he was planning to do to her. Her wonder ended suddenly when a small stream began trickling from his pisshole.
He was peeing on the floor in front of her! She could hear the splattering of his piss even though the rope around her neck kept her from looking down. She shuddered, groaning, when she felt the first hot droplets ricocheting off the floor and hitting her knees.
Struggling against the bonds, Cindy squirmed back against the cage, feeling the strangling tug of the noose around her neck. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and chewing down on the leather gag. His piss stream was twisting now, growing stronger, edging up to the first slat.
Cindy's eyes rounded when she saw him grip his prick and hold it up, sending the stream right into her face. The girl's breath caught, her belly turning over in disgust as she felt the piss slick down her cheeks.
Wildly she pulled her head one way then the other, her fingers knifing into her upper back while her arms struggled against the strap holding her thighs. She shivered, making gagging sounds beneath the leather strap as Mike directed the stream up into her hair, then down to her nose, finally to her cheeks.
Cindy groaned once more, the awful stink rising around her, reminding the teen of a toilet!
Joe was laughing, moving up to the cage while his buddy went dry. Cindy sighed with relief, feeling the awful warm stream finally die down.
"Here, lemme take over. My bladder's so fuckin' full I'm gonna pop."
Cindy made wild, awful sounds through her gag, shaking her head as best she could, risking the cutting, chafing feel of that noose around her neck. It was to no avail.
Joe moved in, spreading his thick-muscled legs wide apart while unzipping his fly and pushing his pants down around his knees. She saw his dark cockbush, saw those heavy-hanging balls, saw his long, thick cock hanging limply between his thighs.
He directed the fat head of his cock right at her face. Cindy shuddered, closing her eyes, praying God to give her strength.
Joe reached through the narrow slats and unbuckled her gag, tearing it from her mouth. A scream escaped from the teen's lips as she coughed and choked, hating the men for what they were doing to her.
Reaching in again, Joe grabbed her hair, pulling it. Automatically Cindy stopped her tirade, her lips parting while her eyelids flickered.
"Here, you hold 'er like that while I piss in her mouth."
Mike laughed, slipping his cock back into his Levi's, then moving to the side and yanking a fistful of her hair back.
Cindy let out a cry. She looked at the men with wild despair, her flesh breaking out into a glistening sweat while Joe adjusted his standing position and held his heavy prickmeat with both hands. Bending his knees a little, farting, he started to piss.
Cindy swallowed hard.
He pissed onto her thighs first, the urine spattering onto her belly, filling her navel with the warm oily fluid. Cindy felt her belly gurgling, the bile rising hotly up her throat.
Joe didn't give her a chance to vomit. Quickly he moved the yellow stream up, the spray stinging her chin, droplets spattering up into her eyes. Wincing, Cindy gasped as she felt the filthy piss stinging her lips now. Joe hesitated for only a minute, then directed the stream right back into her throat.
Cindy thought she would die this way, drowned in a sea of piss! She could feel the warm fluid sloshing around in her throat, wave after wave washing over her tonsils, some of it spilling over her lips and dribbling down her chin.
Blinking her eyes quickly, Cindy noticed his prick was growing hard, the stiffness choking off his piss supply.
Joe flicked off the final drops of urine from his dick, reaching forward and opening the clasps to her cage.
"She stinks. Man, let's get the bitch outside and clean 'er up. I wanna fuck this little slut without feelin' like I'm fuckin' a goddamned toilet," Mike growled.
Cindy spat the foul mixture of piss and spit onto the floor, using all her will power to keep from vomiting. She was sure they would make her lick it up if she were to retch in front of them.
The men kept her bound, rolling her to the doorway. Bruised, dazed, the young teen thought she would pass out if they continued to beat her.
Mike unhitched the strap binding her upper arms to her thighs. Cindy was released, her body sprawling out in front of them. It took some time for her to regain feeling in her hands and arms.
Joe gathered her up from the floor and pitched her outside.
The cool air felt good as she fell onto the porch floor. Cindy lay there.
"Get her over to the pump," Jack said.
Carrying her by the waist, Mike hauled her to a small handpump twenty feet down from the cabin.
Joe followed, carrying a small pan. The men filled that pan five times with icy water, splashing Cindy with it, cleaning the piss from her body as she screamed and shivered with each bathing. Finally they were through.
She looked over one shoulder at the narrow winding dirt road behind her. She didn't have the strength to bolt. She didn't have the will to run from them as they towered over her.
Joe knew what she was thinking. "Good move, bitch. It wouldn't have been real smart tryin' to make a run for it-'specially when we're gonna let you go."
Cindy's heart leaped. She could hardly believe it! She nearly threw herself at their feet and kissed their boots in gratitude, forgetting about the pain and degradation she had suffered.
"Now crawl back to the car over there ... now!" Jack commanded.
Cindy pushed the wet hair from her face, rolling over onto her hands and knees until her firm, plump ass was well exposed to the men. She knew she would have to pay a further price for her freedom.
Moving on her hands and knees, Cindy kept her eyes on that car. Mike and Joe were behind her, kicking her, slapping her ass until it burned more and more from the blows.
Once she slipped, falling onto her side, jerking into a fetal position, when Mike bent over and slapped her hard across her face with the back of his massive hand. Quickly she scrambled back onto her hands and knees.
Cindy continued to crawl until she was up to the car door. Joe opened it for her and kicked her in, slamming it shut behind her. The girl was nearly faint with relief, hugging herself and trying to keep from screaming hysterically as she saw the men get in and start the car.
* * *
Evelyn had survived as well. The boys had fucked her at the same time, drilling their pricks into her body until she thought they would tear her to pieces. Somehow she managed to keep her sanity and fucked them back, knowing that she would be in rut and they could fuck her as much as they wanted.
It had happened, of course, and Evelyn gave them a ride for their money.
"Greedy whore," Sam muttered, pulling the woman back into the car and driving her home.
She was the first to arrive, rushing from the vehicle as soon as Sam opened the door.
Closing the door behind her, Evelyn grabbed the rags of her dress and held them close to her tits, hearing another car pull up. At first she thought they were back and Evelyn began looking wildly for a knife to fend them off. Then a soft knock at the kitchen door told her otherwise. Cautiously she cracked it open and saw her daughter swaying from side to side, long red marks on her half-naked body.
"What ... who?"
But Cindy couldn't talk. She fell forward, collapsing in her mother's arms and sobbing.
Evelyn's mind was racing around with an unbelievable fury as she thought about those two men who had accosted her in the store. Could it be...
"Ohhhh, Mother..." Cindy cried.
Evelyn pushed all thoughts from her mind. She had her daughter to care for. They would talk in the morning.
