A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South America jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved sexual acts. Such behavior would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the U.S.A.
The mother and daughter in this novel are given an insight into the dark world where souls mix pleasure with pain, agony with ecstasy, delight with domination.
WHIPPED DAUGHTER, RAPED MOM deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure-we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You fucked-up little bitch!"
"No, don't hit me! Oh please, don't!"
Susan backed away, holding one hand protectively over her mouth. The sting of Jack's last slap still brought tears to her eyes. She looked about the basement. There was nothing to defend herself with. Nothing. She was alone in the house, the only sound being the rattling of the hot water pipes overhead. The teenaged blonde still found it difficult to believe her cousin was capable of this kind of cruelty.
"I'm gonna do what I fuckin' well please," he snarled, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Jack pulled her away from the hot water heater, dragging her across the basement floor toward the opposite wall. Susan flailed her hands wildly in front of her, struggling, trying to pull away from her cousin. It had happened so quickly! Even now as she struggled for her life, the young girl couldn't quite put all the pieces together. Jack had been staring at her all through the day, the second day of her visit here in the city. Susan pondered the new attitude of her handsome cousin, wondering what she had said or done to offend him.
"Nooooooo!"
He jerked her around, bringing one hand up high over his head. Susan cringed, her forehead wrinkling as she flinched and waited for the hot, stinging blow.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The open-fingered hand smashed against her jaw, rattling her teeth. Susan let out a harsh sobbing cry, the force of that blow knocking her back toward the gray cinder block wall. It was only because Jack still had her cruelly by the hair that Susan found herself still on her feet.
"Bitch! Bouncin' that ass around and then not puttin' out."
"I ... I don't know what you're ... you're talking about."
She blinked away the tears, staring confusedly at him. What was he saying? Flirting with him? Was that what her cousin was accusing her of? Susan shook her head, unable to believe that was what this was all about.
"All you fuckin' cunts say the same thing. But now you're gonna pay for that, slut."
"No, Jack, don't ... don't!"
Her last plea was a squeal as the hand went up again, the shadow of his raised arm cutting across her terrified face. Never, never in her short young life had Susan experienced something like this. It was a horror! The hand came down once more, this time his fingers slashing her across the left ear. Susan squealed, her body twisting about. Jack let go, laughing as she spun halfway around, arms stretched out, then finally crashed to the floor in a clump.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Now, we're gonna make fuckin' damned sure you ain't gonna forget no lesson I teach," Jack said, licking his lips.
Susan turned around, brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. She could see his prick pressing outward against the front of his Levi's now. Was he going to rape her? She drew her knees up to her tits, hugging her arms close to her body. Susan had heard about this-men beating women up before they fucked them. Was that Jack's routine? Was her cousin that kind of monster?
He reached down once more, picking her up by the shoulders and standing her roughly against the wall. Susan couldn't look at him. She turned her head away, closing her eyes as tears oozed from under her long lashes. She was shuddering with terror, waiting for the next painful blow.
"I'm a good guy. I just don't like a little hypocrite like you movin' your butt all around, pretending you don't know what you're doing."
"I didn't. I swear! Oh, Jack, please believe me, I didn't know I was doing anything wrong," she said, both hands clasped together in front of her.
The tall dark-haired stud studied her, pursing his lips together thoughtfully.
"Maybe you didn't," he conceded, arching his eyebrows. "But still, it ain't a bad idea for a bitch like you to learn a lesson or two."
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Susan cried, more tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Nothing's fair. It just happens."
With that he threw himself onto her, his body pressing hers against the wall. Susan groaned, unable to pull her hands up to defend herself. She felt his lips sucking at her neck, his fingers fumbling for her tits. He was going to rape her!
The thought of her own cousin fucking her, pushing his prick into her pussy by force sent ripples of revulsion as well as rushes of excitement scorching through her. Susan couldn't understand the pleasure she was feeling while he was brutalizing her and threatening her with still more.
"Slut!" He pulled away just enough to get his hands down around her dress.
Susan felt his fingers fumbling with her buttons and zipper. Frustrated, Jack tore the garment from her. Susan screamed, feeling the material ripping from her flesh. She grabbed for the torn dress, holding the garment to her tits. Jack backed away, laughing cruelly, his Adam's apple bobbing. He pulled away the makeshift security blanket, hurling it onto the hot water heater. Susan criss-crossed her arms, her palms pressing against her hot cuntal mound.
Yes, oh God, yes! Her pussy was hot, pulsing the same way it throbbed when she would touch it at night and think all those awful things about men and women fucking together.
Jack licked his lips again, then knocked her hands from her cunt. She knew he could see that patch of cuntal curls showing darkly through the thin white panty material. His eyes showed that. Again, Susan tentatively drew her hands over her pussy, feeling the fingertips brushing over the hot, swollen cunt mound through the nylon material.
"Nice long legs. Nice face. Nice tits. You're nice all over, Susie. And I'm gonna stick my prick in there to find out just how nice you are in your cunt."
"No, Jack, don't ... oh God, don't do this to me! I've never done it with a guy before," she said, terror knifing through her like an ice pick. She thought of her uncle and wondered when he would be home to save her.
"Good. I dig plowin' through a fuckin' cherry. It's a trip."
"No!"
Susan bolted from the wall, her arms stretched out in front of her while her hair streamed w out behind. She knocked over something. A bucket. It rattled against the wall as the frantic girl raced through the semi-darkened basement. She hit things, strange things hanging from the ceiling and walls. It was too dark for the girl to make them out. She only knew she had to get out of the basement or her cousin would put her through a living hell.
"Help! Oh God, someone out there help me!" Susan cried, reaching the stairs.
She turned her head just for a second and saw Jack coming up quickly behind her. Tightening her grip on the handrail, Susan began hauling herself up toward the kitchen.
"Man, it's gonna go real bad against you now, slut."
Jack was behind her, his black leather boots clumping against the stairs. Susan had already thrown the door open and was about to step into the kitchen when she felt her cousin's arms encircling her waist. He lifted her easily from the top stair, banging her knees sharply against the railing as he jerked her around.
"No, no, no, no!"
Susan screamed the cries of the damned as he kicked the door shut, then hauled her back down to the basement.
"Ain't nobody gonna hear you down here. The place has been soundproofed. So scream and yell your fuckin' head off all you want. Ain't gonna do you no good."
"Oh, God, God!"
Her mother had thought this visit would be good for her-a change from the hum-drum pace of Oxnard. Her mother trusted Uncle Greig implicitly with her daughter. It was too bad she hadn't thought more about the nephew.
Jack threw her down to the floor, raising one foot and placing the dirty heel right up against her throat. Susan squirmed, feeling her body pressing down against the cold cracked concrete basement floor. Her ass flattened against the surface while her flesh ached from the dampness. And worst of all was that boot, that heel buckling her windpipe!
At first Susan did nothing, hoping Jack would tire of that game and take his foot off. But the more she did nothing, the harder the pressure. Seeing stars, the young girl finally screamed, jerking her hands up and trying to take the foot off her throat.
"That's it, baby. Move around, move around and try to help yourself."
He moved the tip of the boot until it was pressing up against her chin. Susan stopped moving again, her tits rising and falling with her chest. She could breathe again! Jack had lightened up on the pressure. He had the toe up against her chin. She could smell the awful odor of the dirty boot.
Jack pressed the toe against her lips, making the teenager gag. Laughing, he slid his boot down until it was rubbing up against her tits. Susan shivered, raising her head just a little from the floor to watch what was happening. He was rubbing the tip of his black leather engineer's boot over the tops of her bra cups. Then, sliding his foot back, the big stud moved it down until he was pressing the heel against her cuntal mound.
Susan closed her eyes, arching her back slightly while wallowing her shoulders against the cold, damp surface of the floor. Could he see? Did he notice her gooseflesh the moment he touched the seepy swollen heap of pussymeat with his boot heel? Strange shivers raced through her cunt while Jack kept on moving his foot back and forth, back and forth over her cunt mound.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Dumb sluts. You think you can get away with murder. I'm here to let you know you can't."
. Jack's voice was thick, low, the voice of a man about to fuck. Susan instinctively knew this and felt another rush of delight overwhelm her. She hadn't felt this hot since Bobby Granger had tried feeling her tits and pussy.
She felt her cousin's fingers fumbling around behind her bra. In a moment he was tearing the bra off, ripping the cups from her body. Susan let out a cry, feeling her big high-riding tits bouncing against her chest. She covered her tits modestly with her hands, feeling the nipples stiffening against her fingers. She watched him holding her bra, rubbing the material against his face, then smelling the torn cups. He was grinning down at her, the smile of a victor over his victim.
How she hated him! For the first time in her life, Susan wanted to kill someone. That feeling made her wonder about herself. She was already acting subhuman, feeling her cunt steam up and get all warm while her cousin was beating her!
"Now, the panties." He reached down, curling his fingers around the waistband. Thank goodness he hadn't decided to rub the material against her cunt. He would know right then about how hot she was. He would be able to feel the damp nylon, the heat radiating out from her pussy. Now all Jack did was rip the panties, tearing the waistband in several places. When he couldn't snatch her briefs off from the hips, the big stud backed down, pulling them over her knees, her ankles, her toes.
He had stripped her naked, then beaten her back to the floor. Jack was about to toss the panties away when the faint scent of her pussy reached him. He smiled, holding the torn briefs in his left hand, staring at them. Susan blushed furiously, holding both hands over her cunt as if that would somehow hide her arousal. Jack drew the panties to his nose and sniffed them, his lips curling into another sneering smile.
"Good, hot pussy," he said, burying his face in the crotch panel.
Susan felt violated. He was smelling her damp panties. She watched, drawing back, her fingers playing over her cunt.
"You can't hide this, baby. You can't hide this kinda shit from me. You want it bad, real bad, and I'm gonna give it to you."
He threw the panties into her face.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Gonna make sure you don't forget this is a lesson, as well as some fun."
"No, please, oh no, oh please, don't ... "
Even as she sobbed, she watched her cousin unbuckle his black leather belt and slide it from his Levi's. He held the buckled end in one hand, letting the leather dangle down to the floor like some obscene snake. He moved forward, snapping the belt in front of her like a whip. Susan flinched, stretching her arms behind her and scooting back. In a moment the girl felt the cinder block wall behind her, and knew she could go no farther.
"Please, Jack, no, don't ... don't do this to me! Don't hurt me with that!"
Susan's eyes were wide, rounded, focused on that awful belt dangling before her. He liked this-toying with her, letting her have a little room to run then standing in front of her and blocking her escape. Susan let out another small whimper, putting one hand over her face. She could well imagine the hot stinging kiss of the leather against her cheek, permanently scarring her.
But there wasn't a beating-not yet, in any case. Jack looped the belt suddenly around her throat, pulling backward and dragging her on her ass over the floor. Susan squawked, her fingers flailing at the leather pressing up against her windpipe. She dug her heels into the floor while her ass-cheeks bounced over the concrete again and again. Jack was laughing at her, dragging her over to the hot water heater, then back to the double sink. Susan kicked several objects, overturning them with a clatter as she struggled against the air-choking leather belt.
Jack moved her back across the floor, stopping by the water heater and letting her head come to rest against the warm white surface. Susan gasped, thankful the choking pressure of the leather had stopped for the moment. Reaching up, the girl rubbed her neck with both hands, feeling how the leather had chafed her skin.
"On your belly-and hang onto the fuckin' legs of the heater."
Susan didn't dare disobey him. She rolled onto her belly, the cold floor making her belly muscles convulse. Pushing both hands out, she gripped the cold blue metal legs supporting the water heater, hearing the faint hissing sound of the pilot light in front of her. The only light in the basement was about four feet away, casting an odd shadow across her body. It was then she realized just how exposed, just how naked she had been for the past few moments. No man had ever seen her like this. And now she was stripped naked, her cousin's eyes raping her before his prick did. She moved her thighs, feeling the buttery heat in her cunt. She rolled her bare ass up, her knees pressed against the basement floor. When Jack touched her ass-cheeks with the leather belt, she let out a gasp, her body shivering.
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Goddamned little fuckin' bitch. Man, oh man, I ain't gonna fuck you soon enough."
There was a moment of silence as Jack positioned himself, spreading her legs apart for better balance. He let the wedged tip of the belt trail along her ass crevice, touching her ass-hole, caressing the fine silken hairs that grew like a fuzz over her ass-cheeks. Then Susan heard the crack of the leather high in the air over her head.
"Stop! No!"
But Susan didn't dare turn around. She clenched her teeth, holding onto the hot water heater tightly as she tightened her ass-cheeks protectively. The girl could hear the leather hissing through the air. Glancing to one side, Susan saw it coming down.
"Eaghghghghghhghghhh!
Never had anyone hit her in her life! And now the awful belt smashed down against her ass. Susan's body jerked, her fingers gripping the hot water heater supports. Again the belt came down, this time the leather curling around her thighs and coming dangerously close to her pussy. Susan squawked, her body twisting back and forth under the harsh attack as two large red marks appeared on her ass flesh.
"No, oh no, no, no ... "
Twisting her head around, pressing her cheek against the cold, filthy floor, Susan could only see her cousin's boots-black, dirty, threatening, awesome. She shuddered, knowing this was only the beginning of a terrible night.
CHAPTER TWO
"Eaghghghhghh!"
The belt again! When would it end? Susan banged her head up against the .water heater, her fingers turning white from the pressure as they held onto the supports. He was beating her lower back now, the long black leather belt snapping again and again against her flesh. The thick leather sizzled through the air once more, this time smashing against her shitter.
She screamed, feeling her tiny ass-hole being yanked out of shape from the force of that blow. How her ass burned! The heat tore through her loins, spreading deliciously into her cunt. Jack hit her again and again, making her feel the pain was more than she could bear. Still she held on, screaming, crying out, feeling the belt tearing into her ass. And how that burning touch, the feel of the leather searing her flesh made her want to feel the touch of her cousin's cock in her pussy. She wanted it, needed it. It was a shameful thought, one that made the young girl tremble. But all she could think of was that cock-bulge she'd seen pressing out against Jack's jeans earlier ... and his threats about fucking her. "Uhhhhhh!"
Susan squirmed and jerked, her whimpers turning into cries at times as the leather drew out more agonizing pain. Welts started crisscrossing her ass.
"You dig that, baby? You dig havin' your butt warmed up before a good hot fucking?"
"No, no, no fuck ... no!"
She tried not to cry. The leather was burning her so. But still Susan tried to keep the tears back. Maybe they would excite her cousin more. Maybe he would hurt her more. Oh why, why wasn't her uncle back yet?
"Yaghghghhghhhhhh!"
The belt crashed against her spine. Already the searing pain had shot into her cunt many times, heightening the feeling in her clit. Susan pulled herself up a little farther, pressing her forehead against the cool blue metal supports. Jack stepped back, snapping the leather up against her neck, then smashing it down hard against her lower back. He timed the strokes, making sure she didn't expect them when they crashed against her. Susan felt one blow curl around her cunt lips, the tip of the belt snapping hard against the bottom juncture of her outer pussy labes. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. The girl let out a screech, her legs jerking out like those of a frog.
More tears flowed as she turned her head and stared at her cousin. How could something this terrible be happening to her? It was some awful dream, some disgusting nightmare from which she'd awaken and find herself safe in her own bed. That fantasy was torn from her with another snapping blow of the leather against her lower back. Jack doubled the belt now, bending at the waist and bringing the smooth material of his weapon snapping up against the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. Susan cried out again at the rapid-fire attack, her ass-cheeks jiggling against one another as the staccato smacks of the belt echoed against the basement walls.
"Uhhhhhh ... oh God, uhhhhhhh!"
He worked on her ankles now, smacking them, then bringing the buckled end of the belt up hard against her arches. Susan let out another yelp, fearing he would crush those tiny bones. The girl jerked around, drawing her legs up under her ass.
"Get ... get away from me! Oh, God! Someone call the police! Doesn't anyone hear me?" Susan screamed, pulling herself around the back of the water heater.
"No one who counts."
Jack snapped the belt against the water heater, laughing as Susan let out terrified yelps each time the leather smashed against the heater. She had crawled to the back, wedging her body in a grotesque fetal position between the heater and the wall. Dust swirled up in her nose, making her cough and sneeze while Jack prevented her from getting out.
"So, you wanna play games, huh? You wanna play that hard-to-get game of yours.
Right, bitch?"
"Lemme alone, Jack! Get out of here, please!" Susan cried out.
"We're gonna see just who's callin' the shots around here."
What was he talking about? There were no more smacking sounds, no more crashes of the belt nearby. Then Susan realized the pilot light had been turned up-a lot! The gentle hissing she had heard before was turning into a roar. Almost immediately the small dark space she had cornered herself into became an inferno. She couldn't touch the heater without burning herself.
"Uhhh ... n-n-n-nooooooo!"
Susan backed up against the wall, her toes burning as they touched the bottom supports of the heater. She could hear the water boiling inside! Would the thing explode, showering her with scalding water and killing her? Terrified and confused, Susan sucked in her tummy, covering her tits protectively while sliding out from behind the heater toward Jack.
"Knew you'd see the light," he said, twisting her arm the moment she stepped from behind the wall.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He had her down again, her right hand twisted around and pushed up into the small of her back while her wrist was curved up. She fell to the floor, her head lowered, her hair covering her flushed face. The pain shooting up from her wrist and arm made her feel faint with pain. Jack was muttering something about stringing her up, about making her pay for making him work so hard.
He had her back on the floor all the way, this time kneeling on her shoulders. She could smell his crotch, could see that cock-bulge easily now as his knees threatened to break her bones. He slapped her several times across the face, laughing while her hair splashed over her lips. Susan ground her teeth together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a pained cry.
"You a virgin?"
Susan blinked away her tears, nodding her head up and down.
"Gonna see about that. Don't know if I wanna dirty up my cock with blood."
Jack slid back down, making Susan sigh with relief from the lack of weight against her shoulders. But her relief was short-lived. He scooped up her legs, throwing them back while shoving his nose into her pussy.
She felt his mouth rubbing up against her cunt. Instinctively the girl closed her soft thighs around his head, pillowing them against her cousin's ears as he probed her pussy. She could feel him stretching apart her outer cunt labes, pulling them wide open while sticking in one long finger. The moment he touched her cherry, she tucked her ass back in fear, feeling her belly muscles tighten and quiver.
"Yeah, you've still got your cherry. We're gonna pop that mother, but not with my prick. I got somethin' over here I been workin' on somethin' you're gonna find's real sweet for you."
Jack let her legs fall to the floor. Scrambling up, he took Susan by both wrists and hauled her up from the floor. She shook the hair from her eyes, peering around the room.
"Over here. But first," Jack said, reaching around and pulling out a small piece of quarter-inch nylon line, "I'm gonna make sure you don't try nothin' dumb like gettin' away or somethin'."
Susan shook her head, begged her cousin not to bind her. She felt horribly helpless, completely at the whim of his will as he looped the thin white cord twice around her wrists, cinching it tight against her flesh with a double figure-eight knot. "Now, we walk."
He pushed her between her shoulder blades, making her stumble, laughing at her as she regained her balance and marched in the direction he had indicated. They had walked only a few steps when Jack told her to stop. She heard fumbling behind her. Then another light switched on, making her squint her eyes in surprise and pain.
"What do you think?"
Susan didn't know quite what to think at first. It was a strange machine, she could see. But whatever was it used for? The first thing she thought of was a car engine of sorts-an internal combustion engine. There were rods sticking up, attached to a kind of crankshaft at the bottom of a long gray metal case acting as a framework for the entire machine. The rods, it appeared, could be adjusted by a series of screws attached to one pipe which slipped over a smaller one below. At the top of the outer pipe were a series of groove marks, something that made Susan believe things could be attached to each of the rods. A strange kind of car engine with adjustable piston rods. Yes, that was what it reminded her of. But then why were there those stakes on either side of the engine device? There were various places where rope or chain could be passed through and fastened. The small hairs on the back of her neck were starting to rise. "Like it?"
"I don't ... don't know what it is," she answered truthfully.
"A fucking machine," Jack answered.
"A ... fucking machine?"
"I thought up the thing after reading some weird fuck books. Sounds kinda crazy, but it works-I think."
Jack took her again, pushing her up to the machine, forcing Susan to step over the casing. Her inner thighs fitted tightly against the cold metal casing. She let out a soft cry, feeling her flesh tensing up instinctively from the cold and breaking out into goose pimples. A cold ripple rushed through her pussy as Jack took one of the braces standing on either side of the machine and brought it to her right arm. He did the same with the other, moving around behind her and sliding the pole against her left elbow.
"This is gonna make sure you don't fall off or something."
More line, more rope, more restraint! This time Jack passed the line through an eye fastened in the side of the right pole, threading it through the rope holding her wrists together and against her lower back, and finally securing it to a similar eye fastened in the opposite pole. She was fastened to this odd machine. Looking down Susan saw her cunt was directly over one of the piston rods.
"You're gonna dig this," Jack said, flashing a knowing smile at her.
"No!"
"And somethin' I thought up. This here's gonna grow on you, baby. I mean, each time it cranks around, it's gonna move up and fuck deeper."
"What ... what are you talking about."
"The attachment."
He was bending down now, rummaging through a chipped red metal tool box. She saw him pulling out one of the "attachments" she had guessed fitted onto the vertical rods. It was long and pink, the sides slick with grease. Jack looked at it, then waved it in front of her nose. Susan made a face, leaning back as far as she could. The ropes held her in place.
"Meet your new boyfriend, baby. He's gonna make you feel real nice when he starts fuckin' into you. Yeah, rodded by this monster. It's gonna take care of that cherry real fast."
"No!" Susan screamed, throwing her head back and letting out yelps as she felt her cousin's hands working up against her pussy.
He was screwing that awful dildo onto a rod, the tip of the thing barely touching her cunt. The angled part of the crankshaft on which it was mounted was down, however. Susan knew once the shaft turned, that thing would fuck upward into her pussy.
"Each turn moves that thing up a little-and a little and a little until ... well, you can guess what happens."
Susan kept on screaming, her wrists struggling against the cutting line. Her screams nearly drowned out the sound of the engine starting, the acrid smell of half-burned gasoline filling her nosrils. Susan coughed, pushing her head away, shaking the hair from her eyes and staring wildly at her cousin. She was going to lose her cherry, and lose it to this gruesome fucking machine!
Jack put it in gear, slowly engaging the wheels and letting the crank turn. In and out, in and out the dildo moved. It was still relatively short, the rounded tip slipping between her cunt lips, then pulling out with a soft, sucking sound. She stiffened her legs, arching her toes and pushing them against the floor. The girl tried to move her pussy out of reach. But the restraints from the two side poles kept her in place. Her cousin had told the truth. She could feel that thing pushing deeper into her cunt with more and more revolutions.
And Jack was gearing the thing up, making it whirl around faster and faster. The sound of the engine grew more intense, higher-pitched while the fumes swirled around her head, making the teenager dizzy.
In and out, in and out it fucked with the rapid-fire movement of a jackhammer. Her thighs were starting to ripple from the fast fucking of that machine. Susan looked down at the other rods-all without attachments, moving up and down like typewriter keys. The fast insertions were doing things to her, things that had started up when her cousin had beat her ass-cheeks ear her with his belt. Her clit was starting to beat almost in time to the rapid fucking of the machine. It was impossible to tighten her cunt against that dildo that continued to grow and fill her pussy to the stretching point. But still she could move a little, tugging at the pain-causing ropes and making sure her clit was touched each time.
Jack saw the subtle move and laughed, turning the machine up to a higher speed.
"Uhhhhhhh ... "
At times Susan jerked her body up, arching her feet, still attempting to move her cunt away from that awful fucking machine. But the ropes held, keeping her glued to the machine. And then suddenly Jack disengaged the gears, letting the engine run. The dildo had pulled out and was stopped on its down swing. Susan knew that soon, very very soon, that thing would be tearing through her cherry. She ground her teeth together, biting her lower lip while Jack pulled out something else from his red tool box.
"This is something that's gonna add a little more spice to what's goin' on now."
Sandpaper! And he was fitting strips of it onto the dildo, attaching it all around. He would tear her to pieces with that thing! God, oh God! He was crazy! Susan looked at him to make sure he wasn't joking, then squirmed like a mad woman.
Jack re-engaged the machine, watching as Susan's face blanched with pain and horror. She felt that scratching, that sanding, pinching, scraping sensation of the sandpapering dildo rubbing up against her pussy walls.
"Yaghghghghhhh!" Susan shrieked as the raspy dildo cut into her tender cunt flesh. She thought it was tearing her slick, tender membranes to shreds. But the hot juices flowing from her cunt greased down her pussy walls enough to prevent any real damage. More importantly was the way that thing was nearing her cherry!
Susan pitched forward, the restraints keeping her body from sliding off the horrid machine. The dildo was only a centimeter from her cherry. The girl's face took on the look of terrible concentration. And then ... and then the dreaded moment happened.
There was a hot, searing shock of agony as the dildo smashed through her cherry, ripping through the membrane and tearing it from its anchorage. Susan thought she would surely collapse in a faint from the intense pain.
"Eaghhghghghhhhhh!"
The pain increased more and more as the machine seemed to go into high gear. The awful sandpaper rubbed against the raw cuntal walls, making Susan scream harder. Her teeth ached with the agony scorching her flesh while her thighs rippled and beat against the heated motor casing. The girl found herself bouncing and jerking, her belly tightening, her ass slamming down against the outer casing while all the time the dildo pierced her cunt again and again.
"You love it, don't you, baby?"
Susan shrieked as another inch of the sandpaper dildo fucked into her cunt. She twisted as much as she could, trying to raise her cunt away from the killing pain. But all she could do was sit there and feel that thing fucking into her.
When the dildo seemed to be piercing her cuntal walls Susan felt the world crashing down on her. Was it climax? Was it just the agony of being stretched over that machine and having her cherry ripped away so brutally? Susan didn't know. She fell forward, caught by the ropes behind her. And then came blessed, blessed darkness.
CHAPTER THREE
Awful, hideous dreams! Susan found herself in a strange world, roped and bound, the lines cutting into her flesh cruelly. And there were men all around her-faceless men, all with big, hard cocks. How her cunt drooled for those men! How her pussy ached for cock! But the men were all laughing at her, spitting at her, mocking her. Some had long leather whips and snapped them high in the air. Susan turned and tried running. But her legs were so heavy. The harder she tried, the more useless it was. And there they were, chasing her, striking her, making her pant for escape and yet gasp for their pricks ... "Uhhhhhh!"
Susan awoke, her body slick with perspiration.
She thought of what had just happened, blinking her eyes open. That strange fucking machine. She had never heard of anything like that before in her life! And her cousin Jack had made it-that long hideous thing that had fucked the dildo in and out of her cunt, sandpapering it until the tip had finally torn through her cherry. She had been fucked, and fucked hard. What was worse, her own cousin had engineered the tearing out of her cherry. It was an awful nightmare, one she had a difficult time understanding. This was supposed to be a short, friendly visit. Susan was a guest in the house. Nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened on her visits here before. And yet this one was turning out to be a visit to hell.
"Ohhhhh
She was still bound. But something had changed. Immediately Susan realized she was no longer on the fucking machine. The dildo had been pulled from her cunt. She was on a table now, her arms still tied behind her. Her uncle's workbench. Opening her eyes a little more, Susan found she was staring right into Jack's eyes. Her heart sank. "Awake, eh?"
Susan closed her eyes in defeat. How much time had gone by? Minutes? Hours? And where on earth was her uncle? How could he be at that meeting so long?
"You sure had one hell of a cummin' time with that fuckin' machine."
"That's not true!" Susan spat back, feeling a rush of shame redden her cheeks.
"Yeah, sure. You were bouncin' your ass around on that thing, baby, wantin' to swallow all that dildo up. And the way you were lookin' at me and my cock, man, you would've gobbled that mother up fast!"
Susan hated her cousin now. She felt a flash of anger cut through her. If she could have, she would have shoved a knife right into his flat belly. As it was, all the teenager could do was lie there and endure his insults.
"But now we're gonna have some more fun. Yeah, and then I'm gonna feel that cuntmeat snuggin' up right against my prick."
Another position. More bondage! Susan raised her chin from the table, watching as best she could as Jack produced two double sets of cuffs. They were fleece-lined, something that made the girl sigh with relief. At least there would be no cutting sensations against her wrists. Jack kept the ropes fastened around her arms for the moment, moving down to her ankles where he attached the cuffs tightly. Then the young stud moved to her wrists, unfastening the rope.
"Gonna beat that fuckin' silly head of yours in if you try anything."
Susan had no intention of doing anything. She had seen the brutality of her cousin and didn't wish to challenge him further at this point. Besides, something inside her was making her stay, making her lie there and wait to see what Cousin Jack would do to her. He had said something about fucking her with his prick. Oh yes, yes, there was definitely something in her that wanted to feel that big cock. What was there to lose, anyway? Her cherry had been ripped away. There was nothing more for her to do except sit back and enjoy. And then Susan thought about that train of thought and shuddered at her own perversity. What on earth was happening to her? "Comfy?"
He had pulled her right arm back until her fingers brushed up against her right calf, clamping the cuff around her wrist. Jack moved to the other side of the table as Susan lay there, nearly tumbling off the bench. Catching her, he fastened her left arm in the same fashion, her body now forming a large U on the table. Her arms hurt her terribly while she was positioned like that, her hipbones rocking against the bench. Jack moved around to the girl, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing hard.
"You look good this way, baby, real good. In fact, it's a good way for you to suck some cock."
Susan blinked her eyes open wide, not believing she had heard what her cousin had said. Sucking his cock?
"Gonna open that pretty little mouth and take my prick?" Jack sneered.
Susan closed her eyes. She knew what she had wanted to say. But she also knew Jack would beat her if she disagreed. He snorted in triumph, kicking over a small wooden crate and standing on it. When the girl opened her eyes again, she found her nose was level with his half-opened fly. Jack was teasing her once more, playing with his zipper, rubbing his crotch until she could make out the distinct outline of his prick. His cock was long and hard, the fat cockhead throbbing up against the faded blue material of his Levi's. In a moment a small dark wet stain appeared at the head of his fucker, letting Susan know just how hot her cousin was for her.
Jack opened his fly fully now, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans and shoving his Levi's down to his knees. Immediately his cock sprang up-thick, heavily veined, at least eight inches long. It brushed up against Susan's face, making the girl groan once more. Instinctively, she tried wriggling back on the bench, but the grotesque restraints kept her in one place. Jack bent his knees slightly, rubbing his wet cockhead up against her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, and finally her lips.
"And if you think you're gonna score any points by tryin' to bite down or something, forget it. I'll knock your fuckin' head around if you try it."
Susan felt his fingers fanning out around her ears, the dirty ragged nails scraping around her face. He was pressing his palms against her jaws, indicating he wanted her to open her mouth. Reluctantly, the girl complied, shutting her eyes and swallowing hard. He was going to do it, make her suck his prick.
Jack rested his cockhead on her pouting lower hp for a moment, watching her face register the disgust and fear and excitement she felt racing through her body. Susan could taste the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum washing over her tongue! It made her swallow even more. Looking through her loose hairs the girl could also see his balls-large, hairy, leathery things hanging from his crotch. He jerked his powerful hips forward, rubbing the side of his cock up against her nose.
"Come on, baby, eat my cockmeat. Yeah, it's gonna be good, shovin' my cock down your throat."
He growled more loudly, his grip on her skull tightening.
Susan parted her lips, spreading her jaw wide to take in the cockmeat. Her cousin muttered something, then bent down a little farther to sink his cock into her mouth, Susan could feel the hot rubbery cockhead going in, sliding in, moving over her tongue. That hot, salty cock flesh was brushing over her tongue, filling her mouth. The pre-cum began bubbling freely from his piss-slit, making her swallow again and again until her mouth and throat were coated with a film of it.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, suck that cock," Jack moaned, twisting his hips back and forth, making his prick churn around in her mouth.
Susan swallowed more and more, finding it difficult to breathe and suck his cock at the same time. She could feel that throbbing cock brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. Her tongue moved over the sides of the cockshaft as he had told her to, flicking at the thick cum tube, working over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick it, man, lick it, suck it! Get it good, baby! Get my prick! Suck that cockmeat, take it down your fuckin' throat," Jack muttered, driving his prick in and out, in and out in much the same motion as that fucking machine.
"Nfnnfnfnfffff!"
Spit frothed around the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin. There were times when Jack fucked his cock in far, flattening his balls up against her face while poking his cockhead into the back of her throat. Those were the times when Susan thought she would gag and choke to death on his cockmeat. She coughed then, her nostrils flaring as she struggled in vain against the restraining cuffs.
At times the girl forgot about the mouth fucking she was getting, concentrating on the pulling sensation on her arms and upper legs. Her spine began to hurt her too, bent back in that grotesque position. She tried rocking forward then backward, anything to try to ease the pulling strain. But nothing worked.
Jack noticed her dilemma and laughed. "Not too comfortable, eh baby? You're gettin' your mouth fucked by my prick and you're not havin' a good time. That ain't right."
Jack stopped for a moment, letting his prick rub up against the roof of her mouth, then slowly pulling the spit-slicked cockshaft from between her lips. He sighed heavily, rubbing his cockhead once again over her lips before putting his prick back into his pants.
"That was good, baby, real good. You keep doin' shit like that and you're gonna have as good a time as I am."
He moved around to the side of the table, Susan's eyes following him every step of the way. She didn't trust him.
Jack picked up the length of rope that had fastened her arms together earlier and looped it around the right set of cuffs, stretching it taut until it reached the opposite set. He was binding them together, still keeping both legs far apart enough to provide what he considered to be the proper amount of pulling strain. The rope formed a kind of handle now, one which he was about to use cruelly.
"What are you doing now?"
Susan couldn't help asking the question, her eyes wide and inquisitive. She shook her head violently, watching her silent cousin as he stood atop a chair and looked at the ceiling directly over her.
"Yeah, it'll hold," he muttered.
"What? What will hold? Oh God, Jack, please, don't do more to me!"
The girl's mind reeled at the awful possibilities. Jack stepped down from the box and sauntered back to the fucking machine. For a terrifying instant, Susan thought he would take her over there in this helpless position and torture her further with that thing.
But he was only going over there for more rope. He came back with a long piece of half-inch line, checking it for weak spots as he approached the bench.
He stood on the box, looping the rope over something. Twisting her head around, the girl saw a small pulley fastened to one of the overhead support beams.
"I got all kinds of toys down here, baby. You shouldn't be surprised."
"No!"
"Now, gonna see some real swingin' around here."
Jack looped the rope around the line holding her wrists and ankles together. Sliding it in the center so the girl would rise evenly from the table's surface, Jack moved to the back and began yanking.
Immediately Susan felt the pulling tension. The overhead rope tightened the one between her wrists and ankles, drawing her legs together. In a moment she felt her arms pulling back until she thought something in her shoulders popped. The rope was hauling her off the bench, suspending her in the bent-back U position. He had her several inches from the table now as he fastened the rope to a small stake driven into the wall.
"Now, you dig that? That got more tension for you, baby."
"Ohhhhhh!"
Susan snapped her head back again, feeling the silky wash of her long blonde hair over her upper back. It was the pain of the damned. Every move she made caused her more agony. There was no position she could get into to ease the killing pain. She hung bent back there, suspended inches from the bench, her joints throbbing and her muscles aching.
"Aw, that's a shame," Jack said, reaching out and pushing her forward like a pendulum.
"No, don't ... uhhhhhh!"
She swung back, her body edging up against her cousin's. Jack reached out, cupping his fingers around her tits and squeezing hard. The girl's eyes bulged out as she felt him pinching her nipples cruelly.
"Eaghghhghhh! No, stop, stop it! I can't. . . can't take this!"
Jack threw back his head and laughed, squeezing her tits again until the teenager squealed, then backhanding her twice to shut her up. Susan ended her pleas with a series of pained sobs.
"You know," he said, tilting his head in one direction, then the other, "it looks like you're a little cold. You could use some heat, baby."
Susan shook her head, begging her cousin not to do any more to her. She could only imagine what he was talking about. Again the red box, again the sound of his hands rummaging around. He returned with a small kerosene lantern, the glass cracked and jagged.
"This is gonna warm you up," he said, climbing onto the work bench after unfastening the overhead rope from the peg. "Gotta get you up a little higher for this."
Susan heard the rope groaning, felt a shower of dust and wood chips against her back as Jack pulled on the rope once again. She groaned, her shoulders throbbing from more weight while her body swung obscenely from left to right. She rose inch by agonizing inch, the muscles ridging against her flesh while her tendons strained. She swung now at least fourteen inches above the bench's surface. It was there Jack secured her, jumping back down to the floor and reaching in his pocket for some matches. Twisting the small key to the left, he adjusted the lantern, then struck several matches before one took.
The girl panted, swallowing as her belly sagged slightly toward the lantern. As the wick caught fire, Susan could feel the warmth rising from the glass chimney. Jack smiled at her recognition, adjusting the flame a little more then pushing it forward carefully so as not to spill the fuel. He was going to brand her, right here in her uncle's basement! Susan threw back her head and screamed the shrieks of the damned, her body jiggling obscenely on the overhead rope. The pulley groaned, threatening to pull from the beam.
"You keep doin' that and you're gonna crash right on this thing. You want that, bitch?"
Susan calmed herself, feeling a pulse leap at her throat. He was turning that flame up again. It was hot enough now to singe without raising blisters. She writhed and twisted and tried raising her hips to escape the licking flame. Looking down she saw it-yellow and orange, leaping out from the glass chimney, licking up toward her belly. Small beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as Susan's cries became gurgles.
"Uhhhhhh, nooooooo!"
He moved the flame up, up toward her cunt. It was there he left it, letting the fire begin to burn back her pussy bush. Susan thought she would go out of her mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Eaghhghghghhhhhhhr
It was happening! He was burning her cunt! Susan jerked on the ropes, the line chafing her wrists while her body swung back and forth. Jack had turned the key of the lantern up yet another notch, letting the fire lick her upper and inner thighs, then finally her cunt. She could smell the nauseating odor of burning pissy hair. And then ... and then the fire was touching her outer cunt labes, burning them, biting into her clit. Susan found the remarkable strength to twist and jerk her hips up away from the fire for several seconds, her muscles straining and cramping terribly from that position. But the teenager could only keep that up for a few minutes.
In the end Susan fell back down, her thighs brushing over the lantern. At times the flame licked right in the center of her cuntal crack, singeing the blonde fur, touching her clit.
Susan cried out again, trying to figure out why the pain was ebbing and being replaced with a dry warmth. It seemed to soothe her fear and agony. It was almost like having her imaginary lover's caress. Her clit tingled while her cunt snapped shut. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady touch of the fire.
"That's it, bitch! Come on, you dig it, dig the pain, right?"
"N-n-n-nooooooo!''
Susan tried to control herself. She wanted to take her cunt away from the pain. But at the same time her body wanted her cousin. Jack. Yes, she wanted that cock she'd been sucking in her mouth fucked up her pussy. She didn't have to worry about having her cherry popped. That awful fucking machine had taken care of that. Now rutting shamelessly in front of him, all the young teenager wanted was his prick-the first human fuck of her life.
Jack stood on one side of the table and watched, his prick growing harder and fatter. He had to fuck her-cunt or ass, it didn't matter which. He also wanted to inflict as much pain and humiliation as possible. Watching the girl twist around like that in her bonds, he wondered what it would take to finally crush her to the floor.
Reaching down Jack lowered the flame until it barely flickered up against her tensing belly. Susan grunted with relief, feeling her muscles relaxing. She tensed again, however, when she heard her cousin getting up behind her. She felt his obscene hands working over her ass-cheeks, spreading them, fingers sliding up into her ass-crack. He was touching her cunt lips, feeling just how wet and hot her pussy was. It was the final humiliation. She wept with horror, feeling his hands roaming freely over her body. There was nothing she could do but hang there, her body twisted into that grotesque position and kept there by the ropes.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Jack said, whistling high. "I knew you were hot. But hell, you can roast up a prick down there."
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
He drove in her humiliation with those terrible words, laughing while rubbing her fuzzy hot cunt lips together. Susan tried to fight him, jerking her hips, biting down on her lips to keep from enjoying his rough touch. But nothing could stop the rush of feelings that made her heart race and her pussy tighten against his probing fingers. Especially when he touched the sensitive ribbon of flesh separating her inner and outer cunt lips. Susan went wild, jerking her thighs around, feeling her pussy clench on nothing. And when he fucked a finger into her cunt, moving her belly over the flame, Susan thought she would have an orgasm right then and there. She twisted and raved with the pain, losing more pussy juice, wetting down his probing finger more and more.
"You don't know what the fuck's goin' on, do you? You're hot to trot, and still you're afraid. That's the way I dig it!"
"God!"
Jack moved around a little, shifting position on the work bench. He moved his finger out from her pussy and slipped it around to her ass-hole. Susan's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth as she felt the finger fuck into her ass. She felt the sphincter clamp down while her knees jerked outward as much as they could. Her bouncing body pulled heavily against the overhead pulley, the resulting jiggling movement adding more strain to her shoulders and upper thighs. Susan sobbed again, wishing she were dead.
"Ohhhh, hurts ... hurts!"
"Don't be stupid, bitch. That's what's supposed to happen around here when I'm in charge," Jack said, fucking in a second finger and twisting it around.
The girl let out a yelp, her eyes rounding, the cords sticking out against her neck. The thought occurred to her that he was going to fuck her right in the ass, spearing her shitter with that big cock. Susan twisted like mad, turning her head around, staring wide-eyed at her cousin. She watched him grin that hellish grin of his, staring first at her cunt, then at her ass.
"No, don't ... ohhhhh, God!"
Another finger-three of them in her ass-hole, moving around and around like a giant reamer. Susan bit down on her lower lip once more until she could taste the salty warm flavor of the blood. He was fucking her ass now with those fingers. In and out, in and out, shoving them down to the second joint while twisting them from left to right. She started jerking her ass away from the horrid fingers. But the more she tried shoving her hips away from his hand, the closer she moved her belly and cunt toward the lantern and its long, thin flame.
"That's it, bitch, damned if you do and damned if you don't. Ride on them fingers, baby. Ride 'em good and high," Jack said, fucking them in a little deeper.
"Aghghhhhh!"
"Don't gimme that, bitch. I can spot a chick who digs this. And I spotted it the second I saw you."
"I'm not ... "
He fucked his fingers into her ass all the way now, his knuckles brushing against the inner curves of her ass-cheeks. Susan screamed, her voice shrilling past soprano, her throat hurting from the strain.
Susan writhed as the flame burned against her belly once more, flattening itself over her flesh. When Jack moved her a little farther up it singed into her cunt. Then, reaching down, he turned the flame down very low until it barely flickered above the jagged glass shell.
"Now, for this, man."
His pants slid all the way down. Susan held her breath, feeling him moving up between her legs. Rough hands forced her ass-cheeks apart while more fingers rubbed over her ass-hole.
"No, nooo!"
"You're tight all over, baby. But you're really tight down here."
To emphasize his point Jack pulled all three fingers out at the same time, making Susan feel as if he were sucking her ass guts out. He was shoving his knees up against her thighs now, moving the ropes and bonds around so he could get a better attack angle against her shitter. The girl screamed again, feeling his dickhead rubbing up against her ass-hole.
Once more the girl jumped on her ropes, dancing like a wild spider on its web as the head of her cousin's prick found her ass-hole. Susan screamed again, feeling the blunt fat head of that cock rubbing up against her puckered shitter. It was hurting her already. Jack shouted out, slapping hard against the back of her head.
"Man, relax, or I'm gonna rip you open," he threatened.
"No, no, no!"
She knew he would tear her apart with that giant prick of his.
But her cousin paid no attention to her. He jabbed down and in again. It felt as if her ass ring were being driven up into her guts. She could hear Jack panting above her, feel his sweat dripping down against her back. She felt the tearing, aching, stretching agony all around the outside of her ass-hole. It felt as if her ass were being speared by a long, thick pole. The scraping of his fingernails against her thighs added to the pain.
Jack eased up for a moment. Susan let herself relax, letting the sphincter go loose. That was all he needed. Jack braced his prickshaft, holding it stiff against her shitter. Susan growled, shaking her head, wondering if she could force herself to lose consciousness while he fucked her ass.
"Agghhghhhhhhh!"
He pulled her hair back, twisting it around in his fingers and yanking it. Susan thought he had set fire to her scalp. She cried, her eyelids flickering while her head snapped all the way back. At the same time, Jack shot his cock forward once more. It was like having a big stiff lump of shit jammed against her ass-hole. Before Susan could even think to loosen up, half the prickhead was already in her. She couldn't tighten her shitter to keep it out, nor could she relax to stop the agonizing tense pain throbbing through her ass. It felt as if he were literally tearing her ass-hole in two.
"Yaghghhghghghhhh!"
Jack left his prick in there for a moment, giving the teenager enough time to get used to having that fat cock in her. Susan sobbed tears of degradation and pain. It was only Jack's continued pressure against her hair that kept her chin up.
"Oh, yeah, baby, you're real nice and hot down there. That fucking machine took care of your cunt. But now I'm breakin' in your ass."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Susan felt the obscene slickness of his fucker rubbing up against her ass-hole. Consciously, she did all she could to ease the tight grip of her shitter on that cockhead.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," he said.
Jack coached her, at times pulling back on her hair and making her scream, at others relaxing his grip while fucking his cock into her a little deeper. Then he let go completely, moving his hands down to her tits. The girl squirmed, moving her ass around, feeling more of his prickmeat squeezing into her shitter.
"You startin' to get used to it already, baby? You really dig havin' some prickmeat in you, even if it's shoved in your ass?"
Susan couldn't answer him. She would have to say yes, and that answer would shame her terribly. He was doing all sorts of strange things to her body, things the young girl couldn't understand. All she knew was that her pussy was starting to heat up again. Her clit was starting to get hard and itchy all over while nothing was in her cunt. Only her ass-hole was being fucked, and fucked hard. The girl screwed up her eyes, wondering why something like that should be.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
And how that cock was splitting her in two. Susan felt the delight, but she also felt the agony racing through her ass guts. He was still fucking in more of his cock, pausing at times, then continuing on. Susan soon began to feel the scratch of his wiry cock hairs.
"Oh, baby, baby, that's it, man! Oh, fuckin' Christ, I'm all the way in!"
He was! Susan's jaws gaped, her eyes bulging as she felt the fat cock fucked all the way into her ass. Her belly spasmed, the muscles tensing and cramping while her shitter stretched until the girl thought it would surely tear from the stretching pressure. And that flame! It licked and lapped at her fine blonde body hairs, singeing them, burning her belly and cunt whenever Susan let down her guard and sagged from the ropes. Oh, how the ropes hurt her, hurt her shoulders and ankles! There wasn't a part of her body that didn't ache and throb with agony while the big stud above her was fucking her ass.
Jack's prick felt as if it were growing bigger in her! Susan let out another wail, feeling him pulling out. Her body trembled, her shit-chute sucking outward as if at the mercy of a giant vacuum. Susan jerked her ass up, her body swinging on that overhead rope. Jack held her down, purposely shoving her cunt over the small flame and keeping it there. The warmth that stung her clit brought a gasp of delight from the teenager. She realized now her cunt was going into tremors of need. Her pussy walls were slick, protecting themselves against the stinging heat of the fire. It was just enough pain, just enough heat to make her feel as if she were going to climax soon.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Nice, baby? You dig havin' your cunt burned like that with the fire?"
"Ohhhhh, no! Awful, awful," she sobbed, blinking away yet more tears.
But Susan knew her cousin Jack had her number. He only laughed at her protests, fucking into her ass again. The girl jerked her ass up toward him, arching her back like a cat as much as she could. That odd fullness inside her ass was exciting her terribly. Her cousin had been right. She was turning on to this ass-fucking while at the same time her pussy ached for the licking fire! Something inside her ached for the torture, reveled in the humiliation and degradation. As she hung there grotesquely from the ceiling, her ass being fucked, her cunt singed, Susan twisted and writhed on the ropes rutting shamelessly in front of her cousin.
"Fuck ... fuck ... " she murmured.
"That's the way, baby. That's the way I like hearin' it when you finally turn on. Yeah, fuck it out! Fuck my cock!" Jack grunted.
His prick seemed to go deeper, way past where the last fuck-stroke had stopped. Susan sucked in a shuddery breath, her moans growing deeper and louder. His prickhead went up and up, filling her until she thought it would bury itself somewhere around her tits. The incredible stretching of her shitter made the teenager gasp with agony.
"Come on, baby, come on and go for it!"
Jack tugged on the ropes, purposely increasing the tension pulling at her wrists and ankles.
Susan groaned, shocks of pain rippling through her distended, stretched and cramping muscles. Tears fell from her chin, burning her eyes as she writhed with agony. And he was still fucking her, the heat from her over stimulated ass-hole nerves bouncing off her clit and shooting into her cunt. In spite of the pain, Susan wanted more cockmeat in her ass now. She wished it were a baseball bat he was trying to fuck deep in her ass-hole.
Jack started in a regular fucking rhythm now, each forward blow making her ass buns ripple and shiver like two mounds of white pudding. Susan found herself squeezing her shitter tight around his cock, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles over her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt her now, how much her cousin hurt and degraded her. She had passed some point of no return while he was fucking her ass, some point after when her nerves exploded with delight. She wanted that cock to fuck hard into her until the spinning golden ball of arousal in her ass guts exploded and burned through her body!
And Jack would push her over that point, Susan knew it. Her cousin was strong, had stamina. He fucked back and forth, back and forth, his prick burning her ass-hole now as if someone had set fire to it! And what was so strange, so delightfully odd was the way the sensations tormenting her shitter sent streamers of chilly heat cutting and slicing into her clit! Susan liked that. Her full lips twisted up into a lewd smile as she grunted happily with the hard ass-fucking she was receiving from her cousin.
"In! In! In!" she cried.
"Bitch! Goddamned slutty bitch!" Jack panted, twisting his hips so she could feel his cock in her ass-hole better. "Want it all the way, eh baby? Can't wait to have my cock fuckin' in till it's comin' outta your mouth, huh?"
"Uhhhhhh!"
The cunty feeling built up rapidly, becoming as important as the fucking cock in her ass-hole. Jack was slapping her now, beating her ass and lower back while driving in his cock like a maniac. Susan panted wildly, her mind going blank, her eyeballs rolling. She knew she was being fucked, and fucked hard. She didn't care what happened in her ass anymore. The rigid bar of cockmeat was going to explode and take her with it. That was what she wanted.
"Gonna ... uhhhh ... gonna blow my wad now, bitch!"
Jack reached around, mashing her tits as jolts of heated cum spattered in her ass guts. Susan yowled like a cat, bouncing and twisting like a puppet on the ropes as her clit snapped over the edge. She was cumming, cumming hard as her cousin filled her shitter with his jizz. It was the most powerful, most mind-blasting thing she had ever felt in her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack had blindfolded Susan shortly after having taken her down from the ropes. Because she had been screaming so much earlier, he had carefully gagged her. Now she moved her tongue around, pressing the tip against the red latex rubber ball prying her jaws achingly open. Now the pain seemed to reach a point right at the top of her head! She groaned softly, her teeth sinking into the soft latex.
Where was she? Susan remembered the sensation of having her cousin's cock slipped from her cum-filled ass-hole, the feeling of incredible relief once the cuffs and ropes had been removed from her wrists and ankles. How raw her ass and cunt felt from the savage fucking and heating and burning! Even now, after having gone through the madness, Susan found it difficult to believe all this was even happening. Jack was family, and he was betraying a trust.
He had pulled her from the table, hitting her, beating at her ass to make her move more quickly. Now Susan knew she was in some kind of confining box-like a coffin or mummy case.
Thank goodness he'd taken off the restraints from her arms. At least the warmth had returned to her fingers! But having no restraints did her little good here. There was so little space for her to move. The wood pressed up against her shoulders while her rounded ass-cheeks pillowed against the back. Susan found she could move her head a little without having her nose touch the wooden wall in front of her. She moved her legs a little, feeling her knees brush up against the forward panel. There was so little air in there. It was starting to become difficult to breathe! Small puffs of fresh air did come in from somewhere around her. But the blindfold tied tightly at the back of her head prevented the girl from discovering where.
Susan wondered what wild thing her cousin had in store for her. She could almost feel him outside, waiting for her to scream, to cry out for help even through that gagging latex ball. Why did he have her in this box? At least a half-hour had passed since he had fucked her.
And yet there was little sound coming from outside the case now. Had he left her alone, waiting for the power of silence and loneliness to make her stir-crazy? Susan moved her fingers again, scratching her naked thighs, feeling Jack's cum oozing from her violated ass-hole.
Her cunt still itched for Jack's prick, the cock she had hoped he would fuck her with and didn't. Standing there in this coffin, Susan realized her lust for Jack's cock was wrongat least, by her mother's stern standards. But Jack had done something to her, had touched some button that made her wild with desire for him in spite of the "wrongness" of it.
What was that? Susan's speculation was broken by the sound of something outside! She tensed, cocking her head slightly to the right and listening for it again. There it was! A sound, a scraping sound.
She could feel a trickle of air against her throat. Before she could assess this latest development, she felt something touch her throat. It was sharp, a pin-pricking that made her snap her head back. It pursued her, touching her throat again, just to the left of her windpipe. Susan felt beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead as she moaned lewdly through the rubber ball. God, oh God! He was going to puncture her throat if he kept on pushing that thing!
"Uhhhhfhhfhhffffff!"
Jack was twisting it, moving it around and around as if he were going to shove it through her windpipe! Susan coughed, digging her fingernails into her soft thighs and moaning again. The needle pulled back, and the young girl felt her body sag with relief. More sounds! More of those hideous scraping sounds. He was shoving two more in now, slightly lower than the first, Susan waited, feeling her nerve endings tingling while her flesh puckered into goose pimples. There they were, touching her nipples. When Susan felt the biting touch of the needles, she whimpered like a small animal, her body banging against the wood behind her. They were threatening to pierce her nipples the way the first one had threatened to puncture her throat!
The terrified girl gasped as her nipples hardened against the icy sharpness! No! No! She couldn't believe she was becoming aroused by this awful torment! But there was no denying it. Susan felt her tit tips growing stiff and hard while her cunt came alive once more. There was that itchy, hot feeling concentrated around her clit while her knees knocked loudly against the front wooden panel.
Susan chewed down on the rubber ball, swallowing the awful-tasting spit and nearly gagging while those needles continued to play with her hard little nipples. Susan sobbed, trying to sink from the onslaught. But her knees touched the front of the case. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape from those awful needles!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
They moved back and forth, back and forth in an interesting fucking motion! Fucking. It was strange she should be thinking of fucking at a time like this! But there was the thought, rattling around in her confused mind as the needles hurt her nipples more and more. Jack was moving them around her nipples now, touching the tips, then stabbing the surrounding tit flesh. How could he know what he was doing? He couldn't see where those awful things were touching! It had to be through her moans and the pressure he felt at the other end!
"Uhhfhhfhfffff!"
He nearly stabbed one needle right into her that time! Susan yammered, beating her knuckles against the wooden panel and feeling perspiration running down her panting sides. She was rocking the case with her violent moves, threatening to overturn it. She didn't care! She was helpless, trapped in that awful coffin, a prisoner to those things hurting her!
Jack left the needles barely brushing her tit tips, inserting several more down below. He was-oh God, he was stabbing her cuntal mound with those things!
Susan cried out, beating her fists once again against the sides of the mummy case with her tiny fists. The needles advanced steadily against her pussy mound, pricking her swollen cunt-meat, making her clit go into tremors of need. The small teenager snapped her head back again and again, feeling one of the needles now pricking her clit. It was too much! It was far too much for Susan to stand! This was all so horribly unreal.
But the searing agony was all too real. It made her body shake and quiver against the wood. And there it was once more, that stabbing, that fucking movement of the needles up against her pussy mound. Susan jerked her ass back, flattening her buns against the paneling while Jack pursued her with needles. These awful feelings, the ones that made her think about fucking, were returning with a more brutal, all-encompassing force, Susan thought about Jack, about that big prick, about the sensations she knew she would have once he'd fucked it into her cuntmeat. She could imagine his cock even now as those needles were twisting down into her hot red cuntmeat, sending heat flashing through her pussy. She could see those veins, that fat meaty cockhead throbbing as he shoved it into her mouth. How she had wanted that cock elsewhere!
Susan felt a third then a fourth needle prick her cunt. They seemed to be everywhere, moving, twisting, fucking in and out. Once more Susan jerked her ass back, her ass slapping wetly against the panel behind. She was soaked, wet and slick with perspiration. Two more needles were inserted after some pause, these stabbing her ass.
"Ah!"
Startled, the young girl jerked forward, impaling her cunt on those needles! With a yelp, Susan jerked back, stabbing her ass a second time on those other needles! Trapped! He had trapped her, piercing her again and again with those terrible things and leaving her no way out! Susan sagged against the front of the mummy case. She gasped and sobbed, so hot she thought she would burn up. There was no use in fighting him. Jack had won again. She would stand there, slumped against the front of that horrible thing and take whatever he gave her. There was no way out.
Just at that point of defeat, Susan heard the door squeak open. The front of the case suddenly disappeared. She fell forward, feeling a burst of cool damp air against her flesh. Someone caught her as she fell forward.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Had enough?"
It wasn't Jack! The voice was different! Had he gone out and brought some of his buddies here? Susan thought of all those tales she'd heard about gang rapes and wondered if she would be such a victim. It would fit. Jack thought so little of her now, he wouldn't care if he threw his own cousin to the wolves.
"She can't talk. The fuckin' gag. It's probably the best thing that's happened to her."
"Let's take off the blindfold."
Susan trembled as she felt hands and fingers fumbling behind her head. There! It was gone! Twisting her head around, she saw her Uncle Craig standing there.
"She's freaked out, Dad."
Jack was laughing at her, rubbing his chin and looking from his father to Susan then back again.
"Guess she never thought we were into this together, Son."
Son? Father? Oh God! Her uncle, her cousin-both of them were together in this horror!
"I called your mother before coming down here," Uncle Craig said, pushing her away and examining Susan with a careful eye. "Yes, can see why you were wanting to fuck her, Jack. She's a good-looking little cunt. But then again, I always thought she was-just like her mother."
"Aunt Lil's coming down here tonight?" Jack asked.
Craig nodded his head, running one hand up and down her tits. Susan shuddered, drawing in a deep breath at the light touch of those rough fingers. Her uncle was a handsome, rugged man-just like his son. And those eyes, those burning blue eyes! How they sparkled with the same wild look as Jack's. For an instant Susan wondered how her Aunt Helen had coped with these two perverts before she passed away last spring.
"Think so. I said Susan wasn't feeling well and felt she should go home. I didn't know you were going to start in on Susan so soon," Greig said, narrowing his eyes and looking disapprovingly at his son. "But now that you've started, I thought we might as well go all the way. I've had a thing for your mother for some time, now," Greig continued, drawing his fingers down to her pussy.
Susan shuddered at the touch. How awful! In spite of these terrible revelations, she found herself growing hot. Greig's full lips curled under his thick mustache as he watched the young girl shudder under his touch.
"Fear, or ... something else?" the man said.
"You should've seen her on the ropes, Dad. And that fucking machine! The one you and me put together. Man, she was goin' nuts!"
"I'll bet she was. I wonder if your mother's going to be just as live a wire as you?"
Greig was walking slowly around Susan, examining her as if she were a specimen. The girl cringed inwardly, wondering what her uncle was going to do to her.
"Let's take her over to the overhead bar. I've got a good feeling about your cousin."
"Hey, dad, the sawhorse! That'll be better for her."
Greig paused, scratching his bearded chin thoughtfully. Susan looked down modestly and saw the front of his trousers tenting up. His cock was hard, too-as stiff and hot as his son's cock. She shuddered. Two cocks, both of them hard for her!
"Okay, over there. We'll have some fun with the little slut. Your mother should be here in about ... oh, an hour or so," Greig said.
He took Susan by the arm, guiding her firmly across the basement floor to a spot some five feet from the workbench. The girl eyed the terrible table and shivered, drawing back as she saw the pulley overhead swinging slightly from side to side.
"No, I'm not going to put you back on there. Jack told me how he tied you up," Greig said, his fingers tightening cruelly around her upper arm. "It's not the most comfortable position, especially for a girl like you, unused to bondage. But you'll learn to like things like this."
Never! Never, Susan thought to herself, even though her cunt was hot enough to fry cockmeat for days! It was a fluke, something terribly wrong inside her, something made wrong by these men. But it would be all right once she got out of here. They were crazy, this father and son team. But once she escaped, things would be back to normal.
"On your back. You know that position well enough, don't you?" Greig taunted.
"Man, that's about the only position she ain't been in."
"Well, time to learn."
The sawhorse was narrow-the beam only about three inches wide. There were several straps that had been bolted onto the broad legs that braced the top beam in an A-shape.
The hard, splintery wood dug cruelly into Susan's back as she spread her legs and lay back, her head dangling over. Greig moved quickly, strapping Susan's left, then right arm to the back legs of the horse. The black leather thongs hurt her terribly. She groaned through the gag. raising her head slightly so she could swallow more of her rubber-tasting spit. Greig looped a third, broader leather strap around her waist, affixing her firmly to the top of the sawhorse. Her shoulders ached from the weight of her body against the narrow piece of wood.
"We'll get those legs up now, son. Come on and let's get her cunt open."
The sawhorse had been facing the wall. Now Susan raised her head and saw two small chains, each with tiny cuffs on the end about six feet from the floor. It was to those chains both Greig and his son Jack raised her legs. Bracing her feet against their chests, each man slipped a cuff around an ankle, tightening the brass buckle until he could hear the teenager moan.
"Okay, she's open."
Susan groaned, scraping her fingernails against the wood. It was awful, hideous! She was lying there, her ass and spine resting against the narrow top beam of the sawhorse while her head dangled behind. Her long blonde hair swept over the floor as her spine seemed to crush up against the hard wood. And her legs were stretched out, wide apart in a Y, clamped to the walls. She was bound and gagged, unable to defend herself once again. And this time there were two of them-father and son, each one trying to outdo the other in this sadistic sickness!
"I been waitin' for this for a while, Dad. I wanna crack 'er open with my cock."
Greig wrinkled his forehead and shrugged. "Go ahead, Son, I've got some plans for her mouth!"
Susan swallowed hard once more, a tremor shooting up and down her thighs. She ridged her muscles, moving her tight ass up and down against the wood as much as she could. The leather bonds! The hard, hurting feel of the wood against her spine and the small of her back! The gag! The stretched, wild position of her legs chained to the wall! Everything conspired not only to hurt her but to excite her, as well.
Again Susan moaned through the latex gag, twisting around as Jack fumbled with his Levi's, shoving them down to the floor.
"I ass-fucked the little bitch earlier. But man, I'm not to fuck her pussy, Dad."
Jack was positioning himself between her legs now, his hands spreading her wide open, his fingers pinching her thigh flesh.
She was going to get fucked, and this time by a human! There was no machine, no sandpaper cock to abuse her. This time it was Jack who was going to fuck his prick into her pussy, make her cum.
He jabbed up against her, his prick brushing along the full length of her furry cuntal slit. Susan let out a tiny little whimper, while every square inch of her flesh seemed to tingle with lust and excitement. Jack leaned forward, pressing his cock against her pussy gash. He was going to do it? Oh yes, he was going to fuck her in this wild, bondage position.
And all the time, her mother was racing from Oxnard to see about her sick daughter.
CHAPTER SIX
There it was! Oh God, there it was, his cock slipping past her stretched-open cunt lips, inching up against her cuntmeat!
Susan let out a gasp that escaped from around the gagging rubber ball, her fingers curling once more against the wooden legs of the sawhorse. Jack had centered his cockhead right over her pussyhole and was slowly increasing the pressure. His hands braced on her shoulders, the fingers pressing her back harder against the crushing wood. Susan cried out, fearing the added weight would snap her spine. But then the feel of his prickmeat squeezing into her tight, wet fuck-hole took away any such fears. It was what she needed. It was all Susan needed to make her feel good after what she'd been through.
Fucked. Really fucked! The girl felt the steamy, belly-filling tension. She tightened the muscles in her legs, feeling them cramp from all the excitement. How her cuntal muscles spasmed and fluttered at the touch of her cousin's prick!
She heard him grunting, felt his arms flattening her shoulders. Then his fingers moved to her tits, pinching the nipples while his hips shot forward. With a greasy, slippery slide, his prick-head popped past the tense, itchy ring of her cuntal mouth.
"Uhhhhfhfhhffff!"
Susan felt his cockhead fucking into her cunt. It was the first time, the very first time she was feeling this. The fucking machine didn't count. A tremor made her cheeks quiver as her cousin Jack pulled back a bit, then fucked his cock even deeper into her cunt, past where her cherry had been.
"Ooooooohfffff!"
The big fat cock-knob was fucking into her cunt now, very, very deep into her cunt. Jack was fucking only half his cock in and out of her cunthole, teasing her terribly, making her feel as if she were only going to be partially satisfied with his fucking. Susan groaned in complaint, wishing she could move her hips and tell him just how much she wanted all of his cockmeat in her.
Jack was all the way on top of her now, rubbing his belly up against hers, his fingers cupping her tits, mashing her sore, sore nipples! Greig moved behind her, bending down and stroking the backs of his fingers against her flushed cheeks. Susan moaned again.
"How does it feel, being fucked like this, baby? You like getting fucked by my son while you're tied up?"
"Unnfnfnfffff!"
"It's okay. You can tell me. I'm your uncle."
Greig laughed, slapping her smartly across the face, then reaching around and untying the leather strap that held the ball in her mouth. Uncle Greig pulled the gag out. A torrent of screams and sobbed escaped from Susan's lips. She shook her head, staring right up into her uncle's blue eyes. Jack fucking her brought her attention back to her pussy. The rising heat in her cunt made her arch her back against the straps and wood, making the pain in her shoulders and spine that much worse.
"Ohhhhh, no, don't ... oh God, don't do this to me!"
Uncle Greig had already unbuttoned his trousers, hooking his thumbs around the waistband and shoving them down. A monster! That was the only word that flashed in her mind as she stared upward at the thick prick bobbing before her eyes. His fucker was at least ten inches long, maybe longer! And so thick! He stroked his cockmeat, rubbing his other hand up under his hairy balls and groaning while his son fucked Susan hard and fast.
"That's a nice little mouth. It's gonna be a tight fit."
"You can do it, Dad. She's good with her mouth, real good!" Jack panted, moving his fingers now in broad concentric circles around the girl's belly and finally down to her cunt. He inched her cunt labes around his prick, rubbing them up against the sides of his pistoning prick as he fucked deep and hard.
Susan had nearly forgotten about her uncle, especially when Jack began rubbing her clit again and again. But then she felt the man's cock drape over her eyes, gouge into her nose, against her cheeks. He was holding her head down, bending his knees, bracing the insides of them against her head. Susan felt dizzy in that position, her nostrils filled with the smell of his crotch.
"Take it, baby! Go on, suck my cock, just the way you sucked Jack's cock!"
Uncle Greig held her down, pushing his cockmeat into her mouth while her head was dangling upside down. It was hard for her to breathe, to even swallow in that awkward position. And he was shoving his cockmeat in deep and fast, his balls dangling in front of her eyes. Down, down into her mouth until the cockhead was touching the back of her throat!
Susan coughed, spit frothing around the corners of her cock-stuffed lips. But Uncle Greig was too busy fucking her mouth to notice.
"Yeah, Son, oh yeah! She's got a hot mouth. You move that tongue around my prick nice and easy ... yeah, like that! And I'll take it out so you can breathe."
Susan obeyed, feeling panic rising in her chest. She laved her tongue wildly around that long thick ridge, the cum tube that would send a hot shower of jizz racing down her throat. Satisfied for the moment, Uncle Greig slowly withdrew his prick until only the prickhead rested between her pouty lips. Susan swallowed gratefully, inhaling and feeling better.
"Man, oh man, she's milkin' me, Dad! Yeah, she's got that poor ol' pussy stoked up and she's milkin' my prick!"
"Go for it, Susy! Oh yeah, suck your uncle's cock. Feels good fuckin' down in your throat, doesn't it, baby?"
Susan let out a throaty gurgle, swirling her tongue against the fat base of the cock now pressing up to her lips. She felt the cockhead fucking into her throat a second time. But this time the girl was ready for it. She closed her lips tightly around the big cockrod, sucking for all she was worth while rubbing her tongue back and forth, back and forth over the thick cum tube. There were times when Uncle Greig fucked her face so fast his cock scraped over her teeth. She thought she was hurting him and he would slap her for the offense. But the big man seemed to like that sensation at times, leaning over, feeding her his prickmeat while he rubbed his balls over her eyes.
Susan's shoulders were aching from the unnatural thrown-back position they were in. Her spine seemed to crack over the hard wooden frame each time Jack fucked his prick into her cunt. But still the girl loved every second of the fuck-feast. She felt him grinding his prick against her clit. It was wild, insane! The girl cried out, sucking hard on her uncle's prick the same way her cunt was sucking at Jack's cock. He was fucked all the way inside her cunt now. Oh yes, yes, he was fucking her hard, deep, sliding that cockmeat in, in, in! Susan jerked against the restraining leather straps, feeling them cut cruelly into her flesh. She wanted to move her ass in circles to increase the friction she felt. No. That was part of her punishment, part of her restraint. They were keeping her that way purposely, holding her down while they did the moving and the fucking.
"Yeah, man, she's good, real good down here. Almost sorry I let that damned machine do the cherry-poppin' instead of my cock!" Jack said.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
More flashes of fire searing through her cunt. The insides of her thighs chilled then burned while cunt juice oozed from her velvety pussy slit, spraying out and wetting down Jack's swinging balls. Susan started jerking and twisting on the sawhorse. Her muscles ridged again against her inner thighs while her entire body seemed to melt into her cousin's. In her mouth she could taste the flat, bleachy-tasting cum that had begun to bubble from her uncle's prickhead. He was going to shoot soon. He kept telling her that, telling her how good it was going to feel when he filled her mouth with his cum.
The blonde teenager jerked her knees, feeling the cuffs pulling back on her ankles. Oh, if only she could be free! If only she could wrap her legs around the big man and hold him to her while she let him fuck her. She let out a deep sobbing breath, feeling Greig's cock filling her mouth. He was holding his cock in her mouth now, rubbing his crotch hairs against her nostrils until Susan thought she would sneeze. He was groaning, bending his knees, leaning over her body while flattening his balls against her face. There was more of that pre-cum flavor in her mouth, more of the taste that let Susan know Uncle Greig was going to shoot his cum-load down her throat!
Jack gave a sudden shout, the cry of a man about to blow his cum-load. She wept and struggled against the bonds, her fingers clawing at the wooden legs. She thought several nails broke as catastrophic waves of climax tore from her cunt. She was jerking against the restraining sawhorse, moving it slightly with the powerful spasms of her body. She wanted to kick and bite and claw at anything in front of her as Jack fucked in hard and deep and kept his cock there.
"Take it, you fuckin' slut!"
He cuffed her, slapping her with across her chin just as the first massive jolt of cum sprayed from his prick. Susan only shouted with joy, feeling her cuntal walls fold, then grip down hard onto his prick at least three times for every wad that shot from his prick. Susan cried out with a vengeance again as Jack slapped her several times across the ass, fucking his prick in and out as he shot out the final wads of his jizz.
"Fuckin' Jesus Christ!" he cried out, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. "She practically squeezed my balls dry with her cunt!"
"She wasn't bad with her mouth either, Son. And," Uncle Greig added, glancing at his watch, "your mother's going to be here soon to pick you up." The irony was heavy in his voice as he pulled his trousers back up.
Susan swallowed the last drop of jizz, smacking her lips and wondering what her mother would say once she got here. What a surprise she would get when she walked in and found her only daughter roped and tied like a calf!
"So, aren't you looking forward to Lillian's coming here, Susie? We're gonna have a fine time, a real family gathering," Uncle Greig said, tilting his head back and letting out a shout of laughter.
Susan trembled now, realizing her mother would indeed be horrified and might even disown her once the truth about how she had behaved with these men got out.
* * *
Three miles away, Lillian gripped the steering wheel, her arms aching from the tension she felt throbbing in her arms. Greig had called and said something about Susan. An accident? Not feeling well? She couldn't even remember.
Brushing the honey-blonde hair from her eyes, Lillian glanced in the rear view mirror, always fearing someone was following her. She wasn't paranoid. But ever since two men had driven behind her and then tried to force her off the road-with rape, she was sure, on their minds-she had been especially careful. Men! Lillian pursed her lips together, racing through a caution light and feeling her blood pressure rise.
Ever since her husband had died she felt no need for men. They only wanted one thing. Lillian felt something like disgust as she thought of the two times she had gone to singles bars. If only there were some man she could trust, someone who would respect her.
There it was! Greig's house. The lights were on downstairs, although the second flood was dark. Slowing, Lillian turned the car into the broad curving drive, switching off the engine and gathering her sweater and purse quickly. Was Susan severely ill? Could she travel? All these things she should have asked. But Greig had seemed so serious on the phone, almost demanding she hurry over and see about her daughter. Swinging her long legs out of the car, Lillian shut the door, smoothing her blue business suit. Lillian walked to the house quickly, her heels clicking against the concrete.
Greig was standing there in the doorway just behind the screen door, a beer in his hand.
Lillian paused a moment on the second stair to the porch, noticing he didn't seem particularly nervous or concerned as he had sounded on the phone earlier.
"Lillian! Glad you're here. Come on in."
"How's Susan? Is she all right?" the attractive thirty-six-year-old blonde asked breathlessly.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry I startled you, but I don't know much about medicine and illness," Greig said, pushing the screen door open and backing in to admit her.
"Is she upstairs?" Lillian asked, narrowing her eyes and looking up the stairway.
"Resting. You can see her in a minute. Would you like a drink?"
Lillian wrinkled her forehead, inhaling a deep breath. What had come over her brother-in-law? He was treating her as if she'd just popped in for a social visit. And yet earlier he had sounded as if Susan were on the way to the hospital.
"Perhaps later. I'd like to see Susan now," she insisted, starting up the stairs.
"As you wish," he said, shrugging and putting his beer down. "But you won't find her up there."
Lillian caught a tone in her brother-in-law's voice she didn't care for. Stopping, she turned around, holding onto the banister with both hands and feeling something like fear and anger together rising in her.
"Then where is she?"
"The basement."
"The ... what's she doing there?" Lillian cried, her long silken hair falling loosely around her shoulders as she leaned forward toward Greig.
"Why don't you come down with me and find out?" he said, offering a hand.
"I don't understand this at all," Lillian said brusquely, avoiding him and walking quickly through the doorway to the kitchen. "You call me and tell me she's ill. And then I get here as fast as I can and ... "
"Mother! Don't come down here!" Susan cried from below.
Lillian froze on the steps, instinctively clutching her purse to her tits and feeling the hair on the nape of her neck standing on end. She turned around, staring her brother-in-law in the eye. He had changed in that short time between kitchen and stairwell, his pupils dilated with excitement while his chest rose and fell with his increased heavy breathing. The nervousness and uneasiness Lillian had felt earlier now rose to a concentrated level. She tried moving back up the stairs, but found Greig blocking her way.
"Don't you want to see your daughter?"
"Yes, but ... "
"Then, see her!"
He grabbed Lillian by the shoulders and shoved her back violently and to one side. The woman screamed in surprise, dropping her purse as she fell backward and down. The small of her back struck the wooden banister while her head snapped back against the block wall. Stars exploded in her head as Lillian reached out helplessly, her fingers curling and clutching for something, anything for balance. But everything seemed to be moving. Her body twisted around like a snake as she fell down another three steps, her feet tangling together. Her shoes had come off somewhere and she pitched headlong down the stairs, her shins and wrists skinning over the steps. With a cry, Lillian finally came to rest at the bottom of the steps, falling face down onto the cold concrete floor.
"Better watch where you step, Aunt Lil," Jack said.
Her nephew's voice! But there was something different about his voice too, something hard-edged that made her tremble upon hearing it. Every bone in her body seemed to ache as she pushed herself up and shook the long hair from her eyes. There seemed to be something swinging in front of her, something very large and yet graceful. Shaking her head, Lillian realized to her horror that it was her daughter Susan.
"Oh God!" Lillian cried, clapping both hands to her mouth. "What have you done to her? Oh God, why have you done this?" Lillian was staggering to her feet.
Susan was indeed a sight to behold. A broad band around her tight wrist was fastened to a pulley rope extending overhead. It had been tightened until the naked girl stood only on her toes, her right hand strained high above her head. She looked frightened, then grimaced as Jack moved behind her and pulled her higher. Lillian stood there, watching in shocked fascination as her daughter rose from the floor.
"Now watch."
Lillian felt paralyzed, unable to make a move as Jack took both of Susan's legs and bent them back. Only now she saw the ankles had been tied tightly together. Susan's pretty doll-face blanched and slackened as her demented cousin kept bending her legs until the ankles were nearly touching her head.
"Uhhhh ... gimme a hand, Dad. Can't do two things at once."
Greig cast a severe look at the paralyzed Lillian, then moved to his niece, holding her bent-back legs while his son roped them to her right wrist. The other hand dangled uselessly to her side.
"Stop this!" Lillian cried, finally shaking herself from her horrified stupor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No, no, I won't let you do this to my daughter!" Lillian cried, springing into action.
"Hey, man! Get 'er!" Jack shouted.
Lillian rushed forward toward her hanging daughter, tears welling in her eyes. She limped slightly from her fall, her left leg aching. Uncle Greig moved forward, grabbing her roughly by the elbow and holding her back. Lillian wheeled around, finding herself face to face with this awful man! How she wanted to spit in his face, to claw her fingers along his cheeks and draw blood for having done something this hideous to her family!
"She digs it," Greig said, guessing what was going on in her mind.
"What?"
"Sure. We've been fuckin' the shit outta her, and man she cums like crazy," Greig said, watching her reaction closely.
"You filthy ... filthy animal!" Lillian cried, her face wrinkling into a mask of disgust.
She had never particularly liked her husband's older brother. Now she knew why. She struggled again, pulling one hand free and slapping him hard across the face. The sound was like a shot in the room. Jack looked up, surprised by his aunt's violent move.
"You let her go! You ... you let her go or I swear I'll call the police when I get out of here."
"If you get out of here," Greig corrected, rubbing his reddening cheek.
"Don't threaten me," Lillian shot back bravely, feeling her heart skip a beat at the threat. "I don't know what you've done to her, but you're not going to go any further."
"Like hell we won't."
"Let me go! Oh God, God, let me go! Somebody, help me!"
Lillian was screaming at the top of her voice, fighting her brother-in-law as he pushed her back once more. Once again Lillian lost balance, slipping backward and falling flat on her spine. Looking up, the woman saw her daughter hanging there, her legs bent all the way back, her ankles bound to her right wrist. It was grotesque. She pushed the hair from her eyes, feeling renewed hatred surge through her body. She would get Susan down from there and get her out of this madhouse before anything more happened.
But Greig was nearly on top of her again, laughing. "Sit up!"
Lillian hesitated, looking up at her sobbing daughter, then back at Jack. "You're gonna learn when I say something, bitch, you jump!"
When she still hesitated, Greig reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair and filling his palm with the smooth blonde strands. He jerked her close, making her mouth strike the side of his black engineer's boots. Lillian let out a gasp, feeling her upper hp split. She could taste the warm salty flavor of her blood, and she moaned. Jack saw what had happened and smiled approvingly, twisting his hand around and tugging at her hair. Lillian let out another howl, twisting her body around and stretching one hand up to her head. The pain was awful, making her eyelids flutter.
"That's better. That's good, Lil. I always thought you'd be a pretty good slave once you got rid of that wimp of a brother of mine."
"He was a fine ... uhhhaghghghhhh!"
Greig moved to one side, dragging her along behind him. At times he jerked her close again, forcing her mouth against his filthy leather boot. She could taste the dirt crusted along the edge of his boot. Turning her head, she spat out the filthy mixture of spit and crud, moving her knees and thighs to keep up with the restreating man. The horror of what was happening surged through her, making her mind reel with the enormity of it all.
"This way," Greig said.
He held her down now, forcing her mouth up and down over the toe of his boot. When she tried moving her head away, he yanked hard at the strands, threatening to snatch her bald. Lillian realized what he wanted-complete submission, total degradation. When he pushed her head down again against his right boot, the woman didn't fight back. Opening her mouth, she drew her tongue over the heavily scarred leather tip, licking up and down, coating his boot with her saliva. Twice she had to turn her face and spit, wishing she could spit in his face.
"Now the heel!" he demanded.
Greig jerked her head around, shoving her nose against the well-worn heel of his right boot. Lillian again complied, drawing her tongue around the leather, feeling sick to her stomach.
"Oh, Mother! What are they doing to us?" Susan sobbed.
"You're gonna have a good time. She's gonna get fucked just like you did," Jack said, swatting Lillian hard across the ass.
Susan let out a sharp cry as she blinked away the tears and watched her mother's humiliation below her.
"That's good. A real good bitch. Now we're gonna have some fun. You're gonna show your daughter just how to get fucked."
Lillian heard that and tensed, drawing back in spite of the pulling pain in her scalp. Fucked! No. No. She could never let that happen-not here, not with her brother-in-law, not in front of Susan and Jack!
"No, kill me, but not that!" She was screaming now, her face red, her lips still slick from the boot licking.
"If that's the way you want it, okay." Greig let go.
The sudden release of pressure sent Lillian reeling back. She fell on her ass, drawing her hands behind her for support. Greig was standing over her in a flash, raising his left hand. He let her retreat to the fall wall, her ass scooting over the uneven cold basement floor. Lillian was shivering with horror. Her eyes dropping slightly, she could see his hard-on, that long thick cock-bulge in the front of his pants. A shudder ran through her body as she drew her knees up to her chin and looked up at her daughter. Had he really fucked her? Had they made her daughter do all those terrible things before she'd come in?
"No!" she cried.
Greig liked her like this-cornered, trembling, her eyes filled with terror and rounding all the more with each passing second. It was the time of horrified anticipation, the time when the imagination of the victim ran wild. As Lillian trembled, Greig smiled more broadly. The full lips pulled back across his front teeth. Lillian thought he would throw himself onto her and
J tear out her throat. She drew herself into a ball, feeling her spine press hard against the wall behind her. "Please, no!"
Greig dropped his hand quickly, his fingers whistling through the air. Lillian saw it cutting through the shadows like a knife blade. She tensed more, closing her eyes while trying to bring one hand protectively up to her cheek. Too late. The force of the blow, the hot stinging impact of those fingers against her cheek made her head throb.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
No one-not even her husband, in anger-had touched her that way. She drew one hand up to her cheek, rubbing the injured area. Greig was breathing hard now, his cock pressing more against his pants.
"Let's go, baby. We're gonna make it right here," he said.
Susan looked down in horror at her mother lying on the floor. Her uncle was pulling her away from the wall by one hand, dragging her like a sack across the floor. Lillian groaned, her face turned away from her daughter while her legs stretched out lifelessly behind her. The girl forgot her own misery for the moment and called out for her mother.
Greig took her to the center of the room and dropped her hand, letting her cry for the moment. In that short time, Lillian realized there would be no choice other than to submit to this man. She turned around, brushing the hair from her eyes. No. She wouldn't look at her daughter. She wouldn't look up and find Susan peering down at her. Instead the woman concentrated, watching as Greig unzipped his fly, then flipped his pants open. The trousers slid down, exposing his thick patch of prick hairs and that thickly veined ten-inch cock that had been gagging Susan moments earlier.
Lillian clasped her hands to her tits, drawing back in horror. She scooted away from him, her panties rolling up against the bottom curves of her ass-cheeks. She wouldn't let him touch her with that thing! Her late husband hadn't had a cock that big. Oh God, could they have been real brothers?
"You dig it? Susan did. But I didn't get a chance to fuck her in the cunt. That was my son's privilege. I fucked her mouth though, and she gave good head, Lil. You know what that means, don't you? You know about sucking cock, getting your mouth around that mother and."
"Stop!"
She clasped her hands to her ears, refusing to listen to any more of his garbage. Instead, the woman concentrated on her own plight. She looked at that long, thick cock and thought of a branding iron. Yes, it was a branding iron, a huge poker that would impale her, stab her. If only she had a knife, something as destructive as that thing he was going to fuck her with. Lillian knew she wouldn't have hesitated to plunge it deep in his chest, then turn on her sick nephew. They all deserved to die for this!
"Uh!"
Greig slapped her again, knocking her flat against the floor. "Gonna fuck you like an animal, bitch! Gonna fuck you right on the floor."
Lillian sobbed, her back flat against the concrete, her fists clenched and pressed against her thighs. The woman was dizzy with terror.
Greig shoved his pants down to his boot tops. The hot smell of his groin washed over her, making her heart beat more quickly. Was it terror that made her flesh itch this strange way?
Lillian didn't know. But she knew something odd was happening to her now, perhaps the same thing that had happened to her daughter earlier when those horrible men had raped her. "Oh, Mother!"
Susan watched helplessly, the ropes cutting harder, more cruelly into her wrists and ankles. She watched as her uncle stroked his cockmeat slowly, looking up at her, then looking down at his sister-in-law.
"This is gonna be great. A nice family fuck-with the kid looking on."
Greig moved closer to Lillian, his fat cock bobbing upward, striking his white T-shirt. He shoved his shirt up over his nipples, exposing his abdomen. Lillian found herself noticing his body more now-his muscular thighs, his washboard belly, the coating of graying body hair, his thick-muscled arms, and most of all that long, thick cocklance standing straight out from his hairy groin. It was then she realized her nipples were growing terribly stiff, itching, straining against her bra while a spasm of tingling heat teased her clit. Her cunt was growing damp. She shook her head as if she could shake the terrible thoughts from her mind. It was then the woman realized her body was alive with fucklust. The beating, the abuse, the cruel words, the confines of this horrible place all had had an effect on her. "No, please!"
"Hey, Dad. I'll bet Aunt Lil's gonna turn on to you the way the kid did to me."
"No telling, Son. I think she's getting hot right now."
"Stop it! Stop this before ... "
Lillian's voice trembled as she tried to think of some appropriate threat. But nothing came to mind. All she could do was sit there and tremble helplessly with rage and lust. She was feeling animal heat racing through her thighs, making her cunt hot and tight and wet. And all this was happening while her daughter hung there like a piece of meat over her head.
Lillian watched as Greig jerked one arm up high again. She screamed, turning her face away. The hand came down against her head, knocking her to the ground. Lillian groaned, putting one hand up to protect herself against another blow. None came. He wrapped his fingers around her hair once more and, as she groaned, he dragged her back over to the work bench.
"You know, my son tells me he ass-fucked
Susan while he had her roped up here. You wanna try that."
"No!"
"Come on, Susan, watch and see what your old lady's gonna do. Dad'll put her through her paces real good."
Jack reached up and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, twisting it around and jerking her head back so she had to look forward. There was no stopping her uncle. He was already hauling her mother onto the bench and climbing over it, himself. Susan shivered, remembering the horrible time she had had. And now there was her uncle, her favorite uncle, about to fuck her mother.
Jack rolled the woman over, then began opening her blue dress. Lillian struggled against him, but found he was knocking her hands effectively away. When she still fought him, Greig slapped her twice, dazing the woman.
"Ohhhhh ... "
"Mother!" Susan screamed, tears rolling down her face.
Jack reached up and stuck one finger up the girl's shitter, twisting it around and around like a tiny prick and making the girl scream more loudly. no
"You're gonna have a whole lot more to fuck around with if you don't shut up."
Greig pawed Lillian's tits, then moved back and loosened two brown leather straps that dangled from one side of the bench. Susan watched with growing interest as he rolled her mother flat on her back, then stretched her arms back high over her head. Lillian groaned, her mouth opening and letting out throaty sounds. Greig moved quickly, looping the leather around her wrist, then cinching the strap tight with a sliding buckle. He worked the same way with the other arm, securing both her hands to the sides of the table. When Lillian finally regained complete consciousness, she found her arms bound fast to the bench.
"What ... what have you done to me?" she cried, panic registering in her eyes.
"Just what needs to be done."
Greig worked freely now, tearing the dress from her body and tossing it to the floor. Lillian screamed, arching her back, feeling the garment ripping from her torso and watching it float to the ground. Sliding one hand under her bra strap, he pulled, forcing the cups to dig into her chest flesh. Lillian cried out again, her eyes wide and rounded as she heard something tear. In a moment her bra ripped away, leaving her tits naked, exposed to her brother-in-law.
"Nice tits," he sighed, rubbing his hands over her tits, making Lillian feel dirty as he kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples. "Used to stare at these tits during Christmas dinner, wondering what that wimp brother of mine did to these big knockers. Now you're gonna see what I do to 'em."
He lowered his head, biting her tit tips, laving them with spit while still kneading her tits. His teeth clamped down on her right nipple suddenly, biting down hard, moving up and pulling her tit away from her chest. She screamed, yowling like a cat, writhing her shoulders helplessly against the bench.
"Mother! Oh God, leave my mother alone ... uhhhhh!"
Jack shoved three more fingers into her ass-hole, twisting them around, fucking them back and forth until Susan thought he was going to rip out a handful of her ass guts. She let out a groan of horror.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna fist-fuck you. Gonna fist-fuck you real bad and hard, bitch!"
Susan felt him spreading his fingers around in her shitter. Her thighs and ass ached while her belly muscles cramped. She jerked and bounced on the overhead ropes while her cousin continued ass-fucking her with his fingers.
Fist-fuck her? Stick his whole fist up there? Susan could well imagine him doing something like that and ruining her life. She bit her hp, hanging her head down and vowing to be silent.
"Better. Go on, Dad."
Greig wasn't paying attention to them, however. He was still torturing Lillian's tits, biting her nipples and making her cry out as he began her rape.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Greig was on the table in front of Lillian, his sweat dripping down onto her belly. The sudden sensation of his warm perspiration falling onto her sent a tingle right into her cunt. She found her pussy flexing, getting ready to receive her brother-in-law. It was horrible, terrible, but there was still something pleasurable in all this. Lillian felt it coursing through her body as she raised her ass, pressing her belly against his.
"I thought you were hot. Just needed to get you started," Greig said, his lips curving up into a sneer. "I'm not, I'm not!"
She flew in the face of truth, shaking her head from side to side as more tears blinded her. She could hear her daughter yelping at times behind her. But right now she was more concerned with her own plight. He was tearing her panties off right now, rubbing her naked ass with his hands, then slapping her ass cruelly. He was tugging at her ass-cheeks, his fingernails scratching them while he still kept mouthing her tits. Lillian groaned, jerking her head back, trying to scoot away from the horror. But those awful straps held her arms in place, keeping her body in one position while her tormentor continued to bite her nipples.
"Now to fuck."
He stopped for a moment, reaching down and cupping her cunt mound with one hand. Greig squeezed, narrowing his eyes, watching her as his fingers pressed down in the warm moist cuntal muff. Lillian groaned, arching her spine again as she felt her cunt labia rubbing against one another. Sweet hot pussy juice seeped from her fuck-hole under that pressure as if it were juice from an overripe melon. Greig chuckled at her reaction, panting more heavily as he rubbed one thumb up and down over her cuntal crack. "Ohhhhhhh!"
"Ruttin' bitch. They're all fuckin' hot to trot if you press the right buttons," Greig muttered.
With that he shoved his thick thumb into her hot wet pussy, rubbing it against her cuntmeat and watching as Lillian pranced her ass against the bench. Satisfied he had humiliated her enough, Greig reached down with the thumb and shoved it in at an angle. He found her swollen clit, then crushed it under his jagged nail.
Lillian fought to keep back an agonizing cry that threatened to explode in her throat. Greig moved that thumb back and forth against her clit until he saw the woman was about to faint in agony.
"Ain't gonna wait any longer."
He threw himself onto her belly, knocking her legs apart with his knees. Lillian's eyes were shut, tears oozing from under the lids. Her mouth was a tight scar while her hair fanned out behind her. A pulse leaped through her throat as she tightened her jaw and fought back the horror racing through her mind. Raped, and by this animal! Yet she couldn't deny the hard nipples, the tingling tits, the fact that her pussy was so swollen and wet and ready for a man's hard prick. Something had happened, something that made her pant heavily and push her body up against her brother-in-law's.
Greig was on top of her now, fucking his prick into her pussy with one savage thrust. Lillian's eyes popped open, her nostrils flaring while her lips parted to emit a long, loud moan. She wallowed her shoulders against the splintery work bench as her legs kicked out like those of a frog. She was fucked, fucked for the first time in years! She felt a man's cock spreading her cunt open, scratching that tingling itch that had plagued her earlier. The force of the rape sent delicious shock waves racing through her cunt, ricocheting into her tits.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
He was fucked all the way into her cunt now, his hands still pawing her tits, clawing at her nipples. His belly filled the natural curve of her thighs. He was slamming into her, fucking her hard, brutally, his belly slapping again and again against her. There was no love, no respect--only pure, savage animal lust making the woman fuck back.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.
He fucked her harder, faster! And as he fucked her this way, the scalding pain corkscrewed, becoming something greater than the pain. It became pleasure, a kind of pleasure Lillian was too horrified to admit to herself, even now.
"Nooooooo!"
Susan watched helplessly, hopelessly as her mother was pried open in that foul way. And worse, she could see the same delight she had experienced when she had been fucked that hard, that brutally. Her mother was just as wild, just as evil as she!
Now the cries that escaped from Lillian's mouth were those of fuck-lust. She threw her long, trembling legs around Greig's big body and hugged him tightly. He was holding her around the throat now, squeezing his fingers tightly around her windpipe. She struggled, her eyes moist and staring at him.
"Bitch!"
He stopped his savage fucking, sending streamers of his jizz into her pussy. Lillian felt the scalding spray of cum and felt her cunt go into answering spasms of delight. Her pussy clenched at the cum-shooting cock, milking it hard while her clit throbbed and beat to a rhythm all its own.
She kept him prisoner with her legs until the man's big soft cock slipped out, the cockhead slapping against her thighs. Greig pushed away, grunting, pulling up his pants and flipping his prick back into them.
"You don't know how much I've wanted to fuck your Goddamned aunt," Greig said to his son, nodding down at the prone, bound Lillian.
"Yeah, and looks like she's been hot to trot for you, too, Dad!"
Lillian lay still, watching the big man as he moved away from her. When he stepped over her, not even looking down as she lay there, she watched him. Lillian wondered why she and her daughter had reacted that way. Why had she in particular-who didn't want to have anything to do with men-succumb so easily? She tugged at her wrists, remembering how Greig had strapped her to the table. At the sound of her daughter's cries, Lillian rolled her eyes back and saw her nephew down between the girl's legs, his hands spreading her ass buns wide apart while his mouth was wedged between the cheeks of her ass. He was eating her shitter out. Lillian could hear the loud slurping from where she lay.
A shudder of disgust rushed through her. How horrible!
"Uhhhhh, no, no ... not in front of my mother!"
"There's gonna be lots goin' on in front of her till you go home," Jack said, licking her ass once more, then standing back up and slapping her ass hard.
"Let's give these cunts a chance to think about what we've done. Slide Susie over there on the pole-the one we made for those bitches from Glendale. That'll keep her happy for a while."
Jack moved behind Susan, slowly untying the ropes holding her ankles to her wrists. Susan let out a grateful moan, feeling her muscles stretching and relaxing as Jack lowered her legs to the floor. Quickly he untied her hands from the overhead rope, still keeping her wrists tied tightly behind her back. Lillian was watching. Susan could feel her mother's anxious eyes on her as Jack guided her forward. Uncle Greig was pushing something out in front of her. It looked like a big stick with something long and rounded on the top, the whole thing supported by a large circle of wood at the bottom.
Susan reeled back, pressing her spine against her cousin's and crying out. A giant dildo! She had been fucked by one earlier on that horrid machine! Only this one looked lots bigger. She kicked back, wanting to turn around. But Jack held her, stepping on her toes and nearly breaking them.
"Owwwwww!"
"You don't wanna go back on the fucking machine and be left there for an hour, do ya?" Jack said threateningly, turning the girl toward the now-silent machine.
Susan looked at the thing, then down at her mother. She shook her head slowly, remembering the cruel sandpapering her cunt had received.
Jack let out a big guffaw while his father sauntered up to her, taking her chin between his right thumb and forefinger and squeezing until the girl yammered for mercy.
"Your mother's good, real good to fuck. But bet you're somethin' else ... and tighter too," Greig said, raising his eyebrows and smirking down at her. "Gonna fuck you. Gonna have you the way my boy did. But that's gonna come later. Right now we're gonna let you both think about what's been happenin' around here. Maybe that'll give you some incentive to act a little more cooperatively."
The men took a wrist each. With his free hand under her right armpit, Jack and his father hoisted Susan up over that dildo and left her hanging there for a moment, her legs kicking back and forth. Susan's eyes rounded as she peered down at that thing. They were purposely teasing her that way, letting the dildo stick up against her cunt lips, then pulling her away from it. At times she felt Uncle Greig's hands straying into her cunt, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer pussy labia. He was panting against the back of her neck, telling her terrible things about what he was going to do after he fucked her.
"No, Uncle Greig!"
"Gonna eat you out real nice, just like my boy did to your fuckin' ass-hole. Okay, Son, let's drop the bitch on this thing."
"Noooooo!"
Susan pleaded and begged, yammering again for some kind of mercy. But it was obvious neither of them was willing to grant it to her. Giving herself up to the inevitable, Susan felt her muscles going loose.
"Oh God!" Lillian cried, her eyes riveted to the scene.
She couldn't believe it was happening--couldn't believe any of this was happening. They were screwing her daughter down onto that thing like some kind of bottle, her body opening to the long rubber prick. Her cuntal walls were stretching around that awful thing as she slipped down, down, down onto the dildo. When they finally let her go, Susan was standing. She wasn't quite on the tips of her toes. But she saw she couldn't flatten her feet without really hurting herself. Father and son backed away. Susan looked around, gasping, tentatively exploring her situation.
She knew she couldn't get both her feet flat on the floor without hurting her cunt. At first, she tried to try to step off it. In an instant Susan saw it was hopeless. Even if she could climb off that extended dildo, they would be there on top of her in an instant, hammering her onto it as before. They were laughing at her, reading her face, commenting on how her legs were trembling on either side of that thing.
"Big enough for you, Susie?" Uncle Greig asked, slapping her across the face. "Goddamned slut, you want more up your cunt, don't you?"
"Come on, Susie, fuck yourself on that thing.
I saw you on that machine. Man, you couldn't get enough in your cunt then."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Susan finally wound up just standing, held there by the big dildo impaling her pussy in front of her mother. Her face blushed deep red as she looked at Lillian. She wished she were dead.
"Oh, Susan, this is all my fault!" Lillian cried, staring at her distraught daughter.
Jack and Greig thought Susan's distress was laughable. Jack moved around, playing with her tits, slapping her ass, watching as his pretty cousin jerked and spunk about on the dildo.
"No!" Susan ducked from the last blow, her tits slapping together.
"Come on, let's leave her to herself. She's gonna be cummin' her brains out for a while even though her mom's right here," Jack said.
"You're right, Son. We'll be back in a while. Have fun, Susan."
"Yeah, try jumpin' up and down on it, baby. That oughtta feel damned good," Jack bellowed out with harsh laughter.
"You're a lucky girl, Susan," her uncle said, turning around and nodding at Lillian. "She is. It's gonna feel pretty damned wonderful after a while. I bet if we ever get around to taking you off that thing, you'll ask us to leave you right there."
Father and son climbed up the stairs, turning around and giving the two women a last look. Susan stood there, hanging her head, not daring to look at her mother. Only when the door closed above did she feel more afraid than ever.
"Mother ... please, don't judge me," Susan whined, trying to find a more comfortable position to stand in. The tiptoe stance was killing her arches.
"Oh Susan, I didn't know they were like this. I swear it. I wouldn't have dreamed of sending you here if I did," Lillian said from her makeshift rack.
Susan stood there, feeling the giant dildo crammed in her cunt. "I guess it doesn't matter. We've got to survive this some way, don't we?"
Lillian nodded her head, fighting back tears as she closed her eyes and refused to watch her daughter's shame. Susan, on the other hand, was finding out what Jack and Greig had said was true. She felt a lot more comfortable with that thing inside her pussy now. Her mother wasn't looking at her now. The woman had her eyes closed and was obviously trying to compose her thoughts.
Soon that thing inside Susan's cunt began to feel good-very, very good. She started moving herself up and down, fucking that dildo up her pussy, feeling her clit getting very, very hard.
She was so engrossed in her own delight she didn't notice that Jack and Greig were creeping back down the stairs, observing the girl's ass dancing gently up and down, her ass-cheeks flexing with tension as she fucked herself on the tall dildo.
Susan moaned out softly, making certain her mother couldn't hear her moans. She thought she was so clever, so bright about fucking herself. She was bouncing up and down regularly now, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead while her muscles ridged against her thighs. She curled her toes to push herself up a little more, letting herself down slowly, slowly, the way she would want to be fucked by Uncle Greig. She was breathing harder, more irregularly as she leaned forward slightly. Yes, that was the way! Susan found she could rub the dildo continually against her clit if she leaned forward just a bit.
Lillian wasn't looking. She was still off in her own world, praying perhaps. Yes, that would be just like her, praying for a kind of help that would never come! Susan almost smiled as she continued fucking herself. It was funny how her thoughts changed about her mother, about everything, the more sexually excited she became. Everything paled and shifted about in another perspective as her clit hardened. Susan wished she could touch herself now, aid that dildo as it fucked in her pussy. She would cum. Oh yes, she would cum now! Those bright lights were exploding in front of her. "Yaghghgh!"
It was as if a boulder had slammed into her gut. The young teenager jerked forward, her body nearly propelled off the dildo. What had happened? Her cunt was on fire, her body twitching and jerking madly. It took Susan a moment to realize the sharp, agonizing pain from her cunt was because of something that had just been added. Twisting her head around, Susan saw her cousin crouched in a corner, his fingers on something. Electricity! There was electricity surging through that dildo, frying her pussy.
"Yaghghghghhhr
Susan's screams aroused her mother. Lillian jerked at her bonds, watching her daughter pumping her body up and down as if she'd just lost her mind. She saw her nephew crouched down over what appeared to be a transformer. In a flash she knew what they were doing to her daughter.
"Stop it! You're killing her!" Lillian cried, twisting her wrists around in the straps.
"She wanted it, man. She was screwin' herself on that thing, havin' good times, Aunt Lil. I'm just givin' her more good times. Just like the others," Jack said, sending yet more current into the girl's pussy.
"Aghghghghhhhh!"
Susan thought she could smell her cunt flesh frying under the stinging heat. Thousands of needles speared into her clit while her cuntal muscles spasmed uncontrollably. She pitched forward, only to be jerked back by the force of the electricity. They would surely kill her with this, and there was nothing she could do to stop them!
CHAPTER NINE
Jack was turning the dial up higher. Susan could tell it. The surge of electricity through her cunt was increasing. She jerked out her knees, her body sagging and impaling her cunt on the dildo even more. The girl felt as if someone had slipped a live wire into her belly. Her bones rattled, the joints aching while her teeth seemed o be coming loose in her head. Susan screamed again and again, the fires of hell surging through her body. The pain! The agony that tore through her body!
And yet through it all something was happening to her cunt, something that once again blended pain and pleasure. She was writhing, and all the while her pussy tightened around the sparking dildo.
Jack raised the setting at a nod from his father. The girl writhed and jerked like a wild puppet, saliva spraying from her mouth as she snapped from side to side like a willow in a hurricane. Her body wasn't hers to control any longer. The electricity was taking over, making the muscles contract and relax in grotesque fashion. It was as if she were performing some sort of obscene ballet.
Susan cried out again, jerking her head back, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't see anything, however. Her vision was blurred by sparks. Did they come from her body? Was she on fire? It certainly seemed to. Every inch of her body seemed to glow with that horrid current. Cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs while more saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. Susan had to concentrate to keep from swallowing her tongue!
The pain was like some enormous animal ripping up her insides. Her belly tightened so much the girl bent over, agonized by the ache. Then a climax shot through her cunt unexpectedly, catching the girl off-guard. She jerked up, her knees knocking together, rubbing up against the fucking dildo. She flattened her feet, fucking herself deeply on the nudging dildo. Terrified, Susan straightened her toes once more, pulling her body up again. She shuddered and jerked again, unable to control that jerking orgasm taking her breath away. When Jack switched the dial up another notch, Susan nearly fainted. Her face was a blur, her long blonde hair whipping over her cheeks. The current was making her heart throb irregularly. Soon they would give her a heart attack-and she would die fucking herself on that horrid electrified dildo.
"Okay!" Jack turned the machine off suddenly.
Susan collapsed, the dildo keeping her standing straight up. It was only by supreme effort the girl managed to stay awake. She hung her head down, the hair curtaining her face.
"It's a little surprise we cook up for some of the gals around here," Greig said, nodding his head in the direction of the transformer. "Hooks right up to the house current and cuts down on the amperage. Amps kill you. Volts just make fucking exciting. Right, baby?"
Susan didn't dare look at him. She could still feel her cunt cumming, jerking around the dildo, holding and milking it as if it were her lover's prick.
"You don't want to talk to your uncle? That isn't right. You haven't taught her well, Lillian."
"Damn you-you and that animal you call a son over there!"
Greig raised his eyebrows, turning from the half-conscious girl back to the mother.
"Damn, you're a stupid bitch. You haven't learned yet you don't talk like that around here!"
"Why are you doing this? We haven't done anything to you. You aren't going to gain anything from this. Just let us go. Just ... just leave us in peace," Lillian sobbed, rolling her eyes and staring at the bonds holding her wrists to the bench.
"Don't know why I do it. Guess I like it ... and I really like holding you over the fire, Lillian. Guess I've always wanted to do this to you. Susie's just an added attraction."
"Hey, Dad! Why don't you put Aunt Lil on the fucking machine-you know, have her fucked in both ends."
Greig tilted his head, his thin lips turning up at the suggestion. Lillian shivered, having heard things mentioned about this horror. Her daughter seemed to be more horrified of that thing than anything else she had endured--including this savage electrocution.
"Come on, Lillian. We're going to see if you're as good as your daughter. I think it runs in the family-I mean, your hot cunt."
As he talked he untied her bonds, releasing her wrists from the sides of the work bench. Lillian lay there for a moment, afraid to move. She felt the blood returning completely to her fingers, the warm itching sensation. Greig slipped one hand behind her shoulder blades, gently lifting her.
"You'll have to move. Can't stay here all night even though you're starting to enjoy being tied up."
Greig moved her away from the bench, holding her up, guiding her across the floor. She passed Susan, wanting to stretch out a hand and comfort her moaning daughter. But Greig was firm, pushing her on past the girl to that strange machine she'd seen earlier.
"Take off the cover, Jack."
Lillian stood there, watching as the young man removed the gray hood. She saw the thing-an engine of sorts, modified so that the piston rods held what appeared to be powerful dildos.
"You ... you ... " The woman couldn't find the words to express her disgust.
"Okay, let's get your legs over."
Jack brought the two poles up on either side of Lillian as she straddled the machine helplessly. They tired her wrists to either rod, making sure the double figure-eight knots were secure. Lillian bent forward, her cunt gaping over the informal machine. She could smell the gasoline and oil as it wafted up from the engine. Turning her head, she saw Susan still mounted on that horrid pole-like dildo. She didn't even know what was happening behind her.
"Now, let's fit this mother with a special dildo."
Lillian stiffened, her legs kicking out as Greig shoved a long dildo into her pussy, attaching it to one of the pistons of the machine. It was like having a soft corkscrew slipped into her cunthole. Her nephew was behind her, bending down and fishing around in some red metal box to the side. Turning around she saw him greasing down a smaller rubber prick with Vaseline. Quickly, he fucked it into her shitter, laughing as Lillian's voice shrilled at the sudden painful intrusion.
"Owwwwww! Take it out! Take it out!"
She jerked forward, her wrists straining the ropes holding her arms to the side poles. She was helpless over that machine while her brother-in-law played with her tits.
"Nice nipples. Nice tits. like I said, always wanted to suck them at dinner. I had my fill of that right now. Now I'm gonna watch and see just what your breaking point is."
"Animal!" Lillian sobbed, that terrible thing hurting her ass.
She squirmed, feeling the long, greasy dildo worming its way into her shitter. It sent shocks of spicy hot pain up through her belly and then down into her clit while the corkscrew-shaped cock in her pussy made the woman moan with something between pleasure and agony.
"Slow. Almost a hand-turn," Greig instructed Jack, who had just switched on the engine.
The sound of the motor aroused Susan who turned around and caught sight of her mother bound to the fucking machine.
"Oh, my God! Not that, too!" Susan cried, her eyes wide with terror.
"Oh, Susan ... awwwwwkkk!"
The machine began, the corkscrewing of the dildo nearly knocking the wind out of Lillian. It twisted around and around in her pussy, spreading her cuntal walls in various ways depending on its depth at the time. Meanwhile, behind her the smaller plastic prick was rodding her shitter steadily, fucking in and out, spreading her ass ring and sending those weird streamers of delight racing through her body. Lillian snapped her knees against the warming metal casing of the engine, biting her lower lip to keep from letting out groans of delight.
"She's goin' for it, Dad."
"I see that, Jack."
Lillian shook the loose hair from her face. The machine was moving faster now, the corkscrew sloshing through her pussy. Oh, how her nipples had hardened and turned a dark red while juices flowed steadily from her violated fuck-hole. Lillian didn't want the thing to stop now. She wanted it moving faster, fucking her harder as she bounced against the running machine. Her plump cunt lips ached to be touched at this moment, rubbed together while that dildo was corkscrewing into her fuck-hole faster and faster. She leaned forward slightly, making sure the surface of that odd-shaped dildo rubbed her clit regularly. She was becoming a mindless fucking machine-just like the thing fucking into her ass and pussy now. Tensing her toes then relaxing them, Lillian began a fucking movement of her own, one counter to that of the big machine. Her tits swayed and slapped against one another.
"Go for it, Aunt Lil! Man, she's fuckin' back. It's better than Susan was!"
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Her staccato grunts filled the room as Greig switched the machine to a higher speed.
The woman bounced wildly against the fucking pistons, her ass feeling as if it were going to be ripped apart by the fucking dildo. Lillian bounced up and down, a strange smile crossing her lips as she felt a powerful orgasm beginning to explode deep in the pit of her belly. She stopped, her head falling back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders while her body stiffened. Once more the ropes strained as the woman climaxed.
"Ohhhh ... aggghhhh!"
Lillian felt the world crashing in on her pussy, her mind reeling drunkenly as her shitter and cunt throbbed and contracted. The machine still fucked her with the same speed, prolonging her orgasm, taking the strength and will from her.
CHAPTER TEN
Some time had passed since Lillian had been fucked on the big machine. Greig had left the power on for several minutes after her climax had peaked, watching the woman jerking up and down, knocked from side to side by the power of her own orgasm and kept in place only by the those thick ropes binding her arms to the poles.
Finally the men tired of the game, Jack switching off the machine while his father unbound the woman's arms. Lillian almost regretted having those things slipped from her cunthole and shitter. Her ankles banged painfully against the warm metal casing as Greig heaved her off the fucking machine and dragged her back across the room. Susan by this time had regained full consciousness and was once more trying to haul herself off the top of the dildo pole.
"It won't work, baby. I've had taller broads give it a shot," Greig said. "Besides, we got some more shit for you cunts. You don't wanna miss it, do you?"
Susan felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over her as she stood there, staring at her uncle. More? They had done nearly everything possible to them. They had degraded them both, and in front of one another. All self-worth, all sense of place and time had been destroyed. She and her mother were nothing more than tools for their enjoyment, to be used as cruelly as possible, then thrown in the garbage.
"Oh, God!" the girl cried.
"You don't want more electricity shooting through you, do you, Susie?" Greig asked, nodding in the direction of the transformer.
Susan shook her head violently from side to side, feeling her throat tighten at his suggestion.
"Then you're gonna behave and do what we tell you to."
Susan watched helplessly as they dragged her mother by once again. Lillian kept her head down, too ashamed to face her daughter. She had brought this on them both, and now she had the guilt of secretly enjoying some of this. She liked having Greig's hands around her arms, dragging her from side to side. She enjoyed being roped, bound helplessly while he worked his will on her. It was a feeling that had taken over all her thoughts lately. And on the fucking machine, Lillian had give way to it completely. Even now, moaning and feeling half dead, the woman would have crawled to have her brother-in-law fuck her-himself, or with the fucking machine.
"In the tub."
"What?"
Greig grabbed her by the upper arms, shoving her forward so hard Lillian lost her balance and stumbled to the floor. It was so difficult to regain her balance. She felt as if all her muscles had been suddenly weakened by a palsy. Greig scooped her up from the floor and pushed her forward again. Lillian brushed the hair that had swept across her face, looking past the bench and spotting an old bathtub in the darkness. A flip of the light switch brought the tub into full focus.
"Inside. Bring Susie over here, too."
Lillian turned around, watching as Jack wrapped his powerful arms around her daughter and raised her slowly from the dildo pole. Susan's face contorted as her rubbery cunt lips shuddered over the pole. She could barely walk, her knees giving way several times as Jack helped her along. The young man let her go, laughing as the girl collapsed in a heap at her uncle's feet.
"You don't look well, baby. Must be too much fuckin' around."
"You'll pay for this," Lillian vowed, bending down to help her daughter. She held her head, brushing her fingers through the girl's hair. "It'll be all right, baby. I'll be fine, and so will you."
Susan sobbed, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, oh, no, Mother. They're gonna keep us here till we die."
"Let us go," Lillian said firmly, feeling the first feelings of resistance stirring in her. "In the tub!" Greig ordered. Susan and Lillian both rose, shakily climbing into the old bathtub and sitting down as ordered, facing one another.
"What are you going to do to us now?" Lillian asked, determined not to be surprised by anything her perverse brother-in-law did.
Greig was standing there, his hands on his hips while his son grinned sheepishly once again at his father. That look, Lillian thought to herself, meant something particularly vile was going to happen.
"Gonna show you what we think you're all about, Lillian-what I've always known women like you are-bitches, nothing but cunts and bitches who deserve this."
He was unfastening his trousers once more, opening the top button, then sliding the zipper down and exposing his prick. Unlike the last time, however, his cock was flaccid, hanging there soft against his thigh. Jack, Lillian noticed, was doing the same thing.
"We ain't had a good piss for some time now. Been drinkin' some beer upstairs, and shit, I've got a bladder full of the stuff," Jack said.
"Me too, Son. And I'd sure hate to waste this stuff in a toilet when we got two human toilets right here."
"No! No!"
Lillian started to get up. Greig reached for her wrist, his face close, his boot heels hanging against the side of the tub.
"You're hurting ... "
"When I get through with you, you'll wish for the comfort of some Goddamned prison floor."
Lillian shrank back. How could he? How those years of frustration, of wanting her, must have turned all that lust into something like this! She shuddered to think of the process.
"Stay right there ... just like that."
Greig and Jack were fondling their pricks and laughing cruelly at the cringing woman. Susan drew her hands to her chin, keeping her knees together, her feet rubbing up against her mother's naked ass. Lillian tried to give her daughter some encouraging looks. But her own fear showed in her eyes. Susan started whimpering.
"Just sit there. Don't move. You're gonna listen to us, or you'll have hell to pay," Greig said, his voice growing thicker.
Susan saw her uncle take aim at her face with his cock, Jack doing the same to her mother. A small droplet of piss squeezed to the surface of his prickhead, growing larger, then dropping to the floor of the tub. She shuddered. Another drop, and then another appeared. Then suddenly the hot yellowish stream of piss sprayed from the hole, cascading over her tummy. Susan let out a gasp as the piss splashed into her navel. "Oh, stop!"
Susan held her stomach, feeling the bile rising in her throat. She clapped one hand over her lips, pressing in hard, fighting back the desire to vomit. It was awful, vile that he was doing this to her! She saw that Jack was taking aim at her mother's face, knocking the woman's hands away from her lips and spraying her forehead and hair with his piss. The drain gurgled with the piss that had begun to pool around her ass.
Lillian shivered, blinking while her hips wriggled, trying to shake free of the hot vile droplets.
"I said don't move," Jack warned.
Lillian did her best to comply, biting her lips hard to keep from shouting out with frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray of piss was stinging her nipples now, slicking down the deep valley between her tits. Then up it came again, hitting her throat, then moving up to her ears. She felt the piss starting to touch her chin. She raised one hand, muffling a gag that had begun deep in her belly. Jack stopped pissing at the same time his father did.
"You wanna get outta here?" Jack asked his aunt.
"Yes, yes!"
"Then you do as we say," Greig added, bending his knees slightly.
Susan looked at her mother and nodded her head. It was the only way, the only way they would get out of this alive. Sucking in a deep shuddering breath, Lillian agreed, dropping her hands from her mouth.
"We'll start again. Jack, bring over more water."
The young man hitched up his Levi's and walked over to the double sink, filling up several glasses of water and bringing them over. The father and son drank.
"Now remember, you cunts do as we say," Greig said,.
Lillian and Susan nodded their heads. Lillian stretched her legs out, her toes rubbing up against her daughter's ass. Susan still had her knees raised, clamped tightly together. She parted them reluctantly, however, the moment her uncle ordered her to. Flicking off a droplet from his prick, he rolled the fat cockhead around between his fingers, then smiled as the stream of piss began once more. Susan flinched. He was pissing on her cunt, directing the stream onto her clit, then moving it so the piss sprayed into her cunthole. The girl raised her ass from the porcelain, rubbing the outsides of her knees against the sides of the tub. "She-likes it, dad."
"This family-likes anything we throw at them."
Lillian closed her eyes and tilted her head back as ordered, opening her mouth and taking the stream of hot piss over her tongue even though she thought she would die from the internal retching. The stink spread as more and more piss filled the tub. The drain couldn't take the double spray, the foamy piss backing up and sloshing around the women's asses. Just as they were about to go dry, both men dropped their streams of piss to the women's cunts, directing the stinging spray against their clits. Susan and her mother went wild, whipping their hips, climaxing like rutting pigs in front of the men.
Jack hauled Susan from the piss-slicked tub and threw her on the floor.
"Fuck this, bitch, while I fuck your ass with my prick."
She raised her hips like an obedient slave, pointing her ass at the ceiling. She felt her cunt labia cinching around the smooth, round doorknob he shoved under her. She felt her hot cunt exploding as Jack mounted her from behind.
Susan was crying out as she straightened up sharply, gasping as that fat cock fucked into her ass. He was grunting like a beast in heat, fucking her fast, coating her ass with his slime while he slapped and pinched her tits. It was a wild, perverse fuck. Greig had just finished ass-fucking her mother.
"Damn, we gotta have these cunts over more times," Jack said, pulling his cock out of his cousin's ass.
"Lil was a hot fuck, even though her body's covered with all that piss!" Greig said.
The irony in his voice rankled the air between them. Lillian opened her mouth to speak, raising herself from the floor. Then she closd it, thinking better of the situation.
"Is there a place we can clean up?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course, upstairs. There, that's the way I like to hear a woman talk. Quietly, submissively. Son, maybe your training's helped. You'll have to come over more often for more fuck-sessions."
Lillian eyed him, then helped her daughter from the floor. The smell of the piss made her nose wrinkle, but she knew half that odor came from her own body. Susan leaned heavily against her mother.
"Yeah, a real picnic. We only used half the stuff we've got down here."
Lillian looked around the basement. A chamber of horrors! And they wanted them back? Never, never! And yet ... as she and Susan stumbled up the stairs, bracing themselves against the wall for support, Lillian knew in her heart of hearts they would be back. Something bizarre had happened here. Something had been touched in both of them that had to be touched again.
Come back? Perhaps in a week, maybe two. Or perhaps, a day.
