"What are you doing?" Cindy Beddingfield backed away from the big man, one hand fluttering over the torn bodice of her light-blue cotton dress while the other stretched behind her, searching for the doorknob. Fear made her scalp crinkle while her pulse increased wildly. Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks as the girl still felt the slap burning against her flesh. How could this be happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? "C'mon, Cindy, baby. C'mon! I wanna feel that hot little pussy of yours snugging' up to me. My dick's achin' to slip into a juicy little cunt like "Stop it! Don't talk like that!" she shouted, her face reddening even more as his words embarrassed her.
The young man stood spread-legged in front of the only door of the tiny room, a hellish grin spreading over his thick lips while a quiver made his trim beard tremble at times. In the distance Cindy could hear the barking of dogs, the only sound other than the big man's steady, heavy breathing. She swallowed a lump of fear, her blue eyes glancing from corner to corner. Surely there had to be some path of escape. Surely a good little girl like her would be able to come through this unscathed. Cindy's gaze dropped to his hands big, paw-like hands, the fingers curling into fists while he rocked back and forth on his, boot heels.
"You ..you hurt me and my mother . . .my mother's going to do something," she said, tilting her chin up defiantly and feeling a small rush of courage.
The big man threw back his head and laughed mockingly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. In the dim light, the heavy growth of facial hair made his face look more demonic than ever.
"Your old lady's gonna do notbin' around here to help you. She don't even know where the fuck you are. Now, you're gonna get down on your knees and suck this dick," he said, bunching up the crotch of his Levi's with one hand while leering at Cindy. "And it's gonna be real nice feelin' that tongue wrap around my cock. Who knows? You might even get to like whippin' a little skull on me!"
"No!" It was too much for the young blonde. Clenching her fists, Cindy threw herself onto the man, beating his chest and face with her fists. At first he reeled back, startled at the sudden attack, and the teenager thought she might have a chance to escape. But her fists were like cotton balls against him. She could feel his fingers gripping her upper arms, digging into her flesh. Kicking, biting, scratching, Cindy fought for all she was worth, her hair whipping across her flushed face.
"Slut!" He pushed her back violently, sliding one leg behind her to trip the young girl.
Cindy screamed, her arms flailing out to either side of her body as she staggered back, then fell with a violent thud onto her ass. The room seemed to pow smaller, the air thicker, herder to breathe as he approached her, his face dark with rage. When the teenager started to scramble to her feet, the big man moved quickly, curling his fingers around her long blonde hair and jerking up, tearing strands from her scalp.
Cindy shrieked, the pain tearing through her skull. Her eyelids fluttering, the young girl jerked both hands up and scratched her nails against the offending hand. But nothing could stop the man. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor as she felt the pain increase in her scalp. He was dragging her toward? the doorway, his booted feet stepping on her legs at times. When he released her hair, she scooted away, pressing her shoulder against the wail behind her and blinking the tears from her eyes.
"Wh-who are you? Why did you bring me here?" She drew one hand protectively up to her face as he stepped closer.
"Ed that's all you've gotta know about me. Ed's plenty. Why arc you here?" He scratched his stubbly chin, looking down at the trembling girl thoughtfully.' 'Let's just say you've got one helluva an admirer. He's into your old lady, too." Cindy stiffened, her eyes rounding as she looked at the big man above her.
"My.. .my mother?" It happened so quickly. She had been on her way home from school, thinking about the big prom coming up in two weeks when the car had driven up. She knew all about creeps. She had read about men who had lured young woman into their cars or vans. Why she'd bent down and leaned into the car window, she didn't know. She had, in any case, and that had been her undoing.
Now she was here in this tiny room, cringing in the corner, wondering where the other men were who had been in the car. Even though someone had draped a tight-fitting bandana over her eyes, Cindy knew there were at least three, maybe four men involved. She had seen the shapes inside when she'd leaned in just before they had opened the door and dragged her from the sidewalk, her books and papers scattering on the sidewalk behind her. "It's a real fuckin' shame, too."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped, her fingers pressed tightly together while she felt her flesh pucker into goose pimples.
"It's a Goddamned shame you're so pretty. We might have to mess you up," Ed said, reaching back and pulling a switchblade from his rear pocket.
Cindy sucked in a deep breath with a hissing sound, her eyes widening even more as she saw the silver blade swing out with a click, the steel catching the white overhead light. Instinctively, Cindy drew herself up into a tight little ball, feeling her back rubbing against the splintery wood.
Again, she could hear dogs barking in the distance while a stiffening draft whistled through cracks in the wall. They had to be out in the country or something. Cindy knew it had been a long drive. Those rude, offending hands had touched her in places no one had! Thank goodness she'd been able to keep her panties on in spite of all the tugging and tearing. Fingers had worked under the crotch panel, rubbing up against her cunt. But she had become violent then, kicking the men.
But now, the man in front of her had a weapon. There was no car to worry about. He could do with her as he pleased, and there was no one to stop him. Ed started to bend down, grabbing at her. Cindy screamed, her eyes still on that knife as she kicked him. Keeping his balance, the big stud swore violently, catching her around until she lay pinned to the floor.
Cindy tried to scream again. But his fingers were pressing in against her windpipe, choking off any air to her lungs. She drummed her legs against . the floor, her dress now gathered around her waist while her body writhed against the big man. He was strangling her. She struggled wildly against the pressing fingers, her tongue wagging from her mouth while saliva bubbled over her lips and streaked her chin and cheeks. The room started to grow dim. Sounds blended into a buzzing sensation rattling around her head, and Cindy thought she was going to die. They weren't even going to rape her or abuse her. They were simply going to kill her right there and then, dumping her body somewhere in the countryside where the wild dogs could feed on it! "Uhhhh!" Ed let her go, his body shuddering with lust as Cindy rolled onto her side and doubled up. The girl coughed, dragging in air with huge gasping gulps, her body convulsing with the effort. So intent was Cindy on getting more oxygen that she didn't at first feel the tearing grip of Ed's fingers against the back of her dress. Only when she felt a blast of cold air against her lower back did the teenager realize half her dress had been ripped from her body.
"No!" Quickly, Cindy rolled onto her back, kicking up at the big man while stretching out on her arms and pressing her palms against his chest. He had already rolled in between her splayed thighs, the knife still in his right hand but now flat against the floor. In another moment, he was holding her down with his legs, pinning her ankles to the floor with his while pushing her skirt up to her tits. She could feel his fingers gripping the elastic band of her panties, tugging down. Crying out, Cindy shoved her ass down, still beating at the big man with her fists and screaming for help that would never come. His jagged nails were scratching painfully against her flesh as she felt the silken panty material sliding down past her hipbones.
Ed swore loudly, then ripped the panty material from her body. There! He had done it, exposed her cunt completely! She put her hands over her pussy with a scream, trying to work her legs free of his. But his weight was far too great for her to escape. When she started scratching at his face, Ed dropped his knife for a moment, jerking his big hand up, then bringing down his knuckles hard against her chin. It was as if someone had struck her with a hammer! Cindy's head snapped hard to the left, her jaw nearly shattering from the force of that blow as she fell back to the floor.
Through the dim haze that had settled over her brain, the young girl felt something terribly cold and hard against her throat. Rising from the stupor, she felt her head clearing. Rolling her eyes, she saw the knife again, this time up against her chin. He was rocking it down, poking the point up against her flesh then dragging it down her chin, leaving a thin white line. Cindy froze, afraid to make the slightest move for fear of pushing the blade through her skin. He was silent too, watching the tremors in her cheek, the way her forehead wrinkled as the blade slipped under her chin, then arched a path back up to her left earlobe. Cindy expected to feel the heavy weight of the steel cut through her skin in a moment. Instead, Ed reached up and tore her dress open with one mighty tug, ripping the blue material apart. She was about to cry out when the blade slid under the narrow strap holding her bra cups together. Cindy wanted to move her hands, but again thought better of it. She heard the strap giving way under the steady pressure of the knife. Letting a tiny moan escape from her lips, Cindy flattened her belly, feeling her asscheeks sliding against one another on the flat concrete floor. Every sound, every stimulus seemed amplified by her growing terror. She felt the bra cups loosen, falling away from her tits.
Ed let out a long low whistle, his eyes narrowing approvingly as he took in her boyish hips, the blonde cuntal curls frizzing around her pussy, her red nipples only now beginning to stiffen. He looked as if be were about to say something. Then he stopped, pursing his lips and bringing the knife to the right.
Cindy shuddered, feeling the cold cutting steel traveling up her fit, scratching teasingly against the super-sensitive flesh until the blade was poking into her nipple. Her fingers trembled, her right hand about to move up protectively. But one look at his savage, cold eyes told Cindy she had better lie quietly on the floor.
Ed liked her submission, poking the tip again and again to the nipple, watching her face turn pale at the sharp touch.
Horrible, horrible man! Cindy closed her eyes, a tear escaping from under her long lashes and rolling down her checks. She worked her legs against the floor, feeling the cold concrete.
Ed was making movements too, fucking movements against her. She felt his warm crotch rubbing up and down against her pussy, the touch bringing life into her cunt. The touch of that rough denim against her outer cunt lips was doing shocking things to her. In spite of her own fears Cindy was feeling a tingly, itchy warmth start to radiate out from the top of her pussy down through her thighs. It was odd, frightening to think of how she was responding to this terrible man. No. She would make herself behave. At least, she could force herself to resist the temptation to give in completely to this horrid man! "Oh!" The knife was moving now, slipping from her nipple back at her ribs before sliding pest her body button, around her right hipbone then down to her inn thigh. The girl gasped, her toes curling until they cramped. Ed was gripping the switchblade hard now, moving it down toward her knee, then around and back along her calf. With a sudden move, he sliced a thin line across her thigh.
"No!" He was going to cut her in pieces! She screamed, trying in vain to inch away from the sharp pain. Ed only licked his thick lips as a bit of blood oozed from the narrow stripe on her thigh.
"Turn over."
"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.
"That's my business," he said, rolling his hands under her ass, them flipping the teenager over until she was crouched on her hands and knees.
Ed pulled the remains of her bra, panties and dress from under her body, tossing them into one corner. Cindy felt her body tense until it cramped while her long blonde hair washed over her whitening knuckles. Her knees slid apart slowly, her ass dropping inch by inch while her full tits pulled down from her upper chest. Cindy bit her pouty lower lip, feeling the sticky wet crack of her cunt slowly part from the pressure of her spread thighs. She could feel Ed pawing at her. His fingers clawed up her thighs, barely brushing her cunt, then sliding back down until they began caressing that swelling outer pussy lip.
Cindy wanted to swat the offending hand away, but knew she would get a slap on the back of her head for the effort. Instead, she crouched there, twisting her face into a terrible mask of concentration as those fingers began probing into her tight little fuck-hole. The feel of them as they slipped down into her pussy made the girl squirm with discomfort. Cindy knew girls talked excitedly about having their boyfriends touching them all the time about how swarmy and hot and wet they got whenever they were about to cum all around their boyfriends' fingers. But Cindy felt none of this.
Sheer animal terror raced through her like a chilly fire as she let the big man finger-fuck her there on the floor.
"You're a little tight and dry down there. You a virgin, baby?"
"Yes," Cindy said, hoping that she could reach some shred of decency in Ed's mind.
"Too bad," he muttered, moving his fingers back an inch. "Gonna be messy. But that's the way it is. Somebody's gotta do it, and it might as well be "Do what?" Was he going to fuck her? She thought about him throwing himself onto her body, forcing his cock into her cunt and blasting through her cherry while she screamed and shouted helplessly under him.
"Eaghghghhbhh!" A sharp, hot pain Cindy had never felt before tore through her cunt. She jerked forward, swatting back, banging her forehead hard against the wall in front of her.
Ed had torn a fistful of her pussy hair from her cunt, slapping her ass at the same time. The young girl was hysterical, rubbing the throbbing, sore spot while crawling like a terrified animal around the room. She still whimpered, bumping into the walls, looking for some way out. He let her rush about madly for a while before reaching down and grabbing Cindy by the left ankle. She screamed, tugging wildly against the pulling hand. But Ed was stronger, jerking her back.
Cindy fell to her knees, her tits pillowing between her chest and the floor, her nipples dragging over the uneven cold surface. Puffing her arms in front of her, she clawed at the floor, her nails breaking. Ed let go, bringing one booted foot down bard against the back of her neck. Cindy Squawked, feeling the leather pressing against her upper spine.
"Now you're gonna be real nice to me. I'm gonna have some fun. And if you play your cards right, bitch, you can have some fun, too."
"No! Don't do it! Don't touch me!" she screamed.
Cindy rolled away from under his foot, finding herself on her back in. a moment. Ed threw himself atop her, pressing the knife up against her lower lip and threatening to push the blade through her flesh. Cindy shivered. Ed's face was dark with anger, his lip a thin with rage as he stared into her widened eyes. Then, with a cruel laugh, be brought the knife around, pressing the flat of the blade against her amt. Cindy's face slackened, her mouth opening, and a cry of terror and shock escaped from her lips. The girl's legs jerked outward, her knees inch in up while her tits jiggled on her chest. It was happening. It was starting, just as Ed had premised her. And there was nothing, she could do about it!
Chapter Two
"P-p-please, don't hurt me with that knife," Cindy cried, her legs still up, her knees nearly even with her chin.
Ed. had slid down her body, keeping his free hand holding her legs apart while the other gripped the switchblade. Cindy closed her eyes, mentally seeing that awful blade moving up and down her thighs. He was teasing her with the steel, pressing the sharp cold edge against her flesh and leaving tiny white cut-lines on her flesh. Her thighs rippled with the touch, her toes curling and uncurling while her heart beat so hard and fast she thought surely it would tear right through her ribs.
Cindy's eyes fluttered open, bulging out as she felt something very hot and wet fluttering up and down the length of her pussy crack. He was eating her cant while drawing that knife around! Cindy blushed even more than before, her shredded modesty seeming more important now than her safety. She was about to drop her legs hard against him when she felt the big man pull them down, himself.
"You're gonna fuck doggie-style when I'm through with you, just like some fuckin' gutter bitch in heat," Ed growled.
Cindy caught sight for just a moment a huge bulge poking up against the front of his Levis. His cock! Yes, it had to be his cock, the thing he was going to rape her with. She had seen plenty of pictures of men in various states of arousal in her sex education books. How she'd giggled at them. But now she had this man next to her, threatening to fuck her. She could almost smell his heat as he leaned over her, stroking her ass, her belly, her tits.
"Uhhhh!" Again Cindy stayed motionless, feeling her throat tighten and her eyelids wrinkling as he began tracing a wide line around her cunt lips. The young girl shivered, feeling trickles of something very warm oozing down the backs of her thighs. At first, the girl thought it was blood, Then she realized her pussy was starting to. become very warm and very wet! Ed was heating her up, exciting her with that knife as she crouched there on her hands and knees, helpless under his touch.
Cindy stiffened, her back arching like a cat's as she felt a sharp chill right at the center of her cunt. Ed had the blade pressed against her jagged fuzz-lined cunt crack, rocking it back and forth, exciting her even more! Cindy let out a tiny yelp, her asscheeks clenching against one another involuntarily while her knees slid forward just an inch or two.
Ed smiled, pleased at her reaction. He moved the blade down a little more, twisting it until the cutting edge rubbed up against her half-erect cut. The girl's cum center sputtered at his touch, sparks spraying into her cunt, making the tiny muscles shiver and spasm against the cutting steel.
The blonde teenager threw her head back, her mouth a tight scar, the cords sticking from her neck as she swallowed down another lump of fear and excitement. The knife was moving up now, making. her cunt muscles spasm once more.
Again, Cindy arched her back, presenting her opened cunt to the big man behind her. She thought she could hear the sounds of his zipper opening, his pants sliding down to the floor. Closing her eyes, Cindy could picture that prick long, thick, hard, a fat cockhead shiny at the end just waiting to be shoved into her pussy.
Her cunt spasmed, the full cunt lips squeezing against the cutting edge of the blade. Cindy yelped, shaking her head, feeling the silky sweep of her hair over the backs of her fingers. The constant touch of the switchblade against her pussy sent streams of incredible hot delight rushing through her. Ed was rocking the knife more frantically now, having brought it down and around until the tip was touching her clit.
Slowly, the girl became conscious of the tiny cuts along the edges of her cunt lips. The stinging cunt juice oozing across the small cuts made her clit swell bigger. It was just the spicy sensation she needed to set her off. More than ever, Cindy felt incredibly excited. She rocked her body from side to side, arching her spine again, offering her ass to the big stranger behind her.
"A virgin, eh? Fuck, you're actin' like some old Hollywood whore!" Ed mocked as he stroked his long, thick cock with his free hand.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The tip of the switchblade was cutting into the red, puffy folds of her clit. Cindy's elbows bowed out then collapsed, her face pressed now against the floor. Only her ass stayed high in the air, white and trembling while Ed slipped the knife back and forth in her cunt. The constant dribbling of cunt juice across and into the small cuts was like salt being rubbed into sores. Her head still throbbed from all the blows while her mind spun at what was happening to her. She thought he was going to stab that knife all the way into her pussy, cutting out her womb.
Somehow that horrid thought made her cunt juices flow even faster. Cindy felt the radiating warmth of her arousal flow to every part of her body. The fiery stabbing in her cunt lips and the terror of that switchblade in drove her excitement higher and higher. The girl wished she knew how to act in a situation like this. If she had had more experience in life, perhaps she could have countered all the sensations rushing through her.
"Nice, eh? You like, this, don't you, you little bitch pig? You keep moanin' about it, but you can't get enough.
"No, no, that's not true!" she countered, saliva bubbling over her lips.
"Don't matter whether you admit it or not," Ed said in a growling voice. "Just as long as you keep puttin' out, you can say what you He was dragging the knife around, repeatedly pushing the pointy tip up against the top of her cunt. Cindy shook her head, the buzzing, spinning flashes from the tiny nub making her weak with delight. She felt a wet, warm quivering sensuality blooming in her belly, making her body taut like a thinly stretched wire.
Without warning, he moved his free hand from his prick, stretching out one stiffened ringer and jabbing it hard into her shitter.
"Oh!" Cindy's eyes bugged out, her nostrils flaring as she felt the offending finger tack into he soft, moist ass guts. Again, the girl tried squirming away, then thought better of it. The pain from her last attempt was almost more than she could stand. Instead the girl took the added humiliation, feeling his fingernail poking up against the sensitive lining of her shitter, making her asscheeks flex against one another.
"Oooooooooo!"
"Nice, eh? Nice to have your asshole filled up that way, right?"
"No! Oh no, no, please, no!" But her protests were obviously lies. Cindy couldn't help the rush of heavy juice frothing from her cunt hole now, wetting down her curd hairs, dribbling down the backs of her tensed thighs. The cuts in her pussy lips made her head throb while sweat streaked the sides of her body. She could feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her mint juice. Rivers ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like traces on the sides of her hanging, swinging tits. Cindy closed her eyes in defeat, wondering when the cutting and awful teasing would stop.
"So, you like this, you little pig, eh? You like workin' that butt up against me, huh?" Ed once more grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up from the, floor and pulling back until her neck was stretched back as far as it would go. Cindy's jaw slackened, a stuttering groan Coming from her throat.
"Then take a good, hard man's prick. You'll go nuts swingin' on this mother." She heard the clatter of' the knife as he threw it down next to her. His hands gripped her hips, rolling her back onto her spine.
In a flash, she saw that thing, that big cock she had been envisioning all this time. His cock was at least ten inches long, with a purplish cockhead dripping with pre-cum. His balls hung like meaty coconuts from his groin, pressed up a little more now that he was in a high state of arousal. Black cock hairs bushed around the fat root of his prick, rising up in a narrower mane toward his chest. He was a male in rut, that hard, long prick jerking at times up against his abdomen.
"No, no, don't . . . it's too big!" she cried, feeling her cuntal muscles spasm again.
"Then that's too bad for you, ain't it? You're gonna take this mother, one way or another," Ed threatened, leaning forward and bracing his hands against her outstretched arms.
Cindy jerked her head from side to side, feeling her cunt opening automatically when his prickhead pushed through her blonde cuntal thatch. That touch was all she needed. When the wide, flaring cockhead was still pressing against the outside of her cuntal sphincter, Cindy felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting up in her crotch. She found herself moving her hips from side to side, pressing her cunt against his prick.
"Don't want it, huh? Bull shit!" He laughed derisively at her, shoving forward and upward, his knees banging against hers. Cindy threw back her head, letting out a hoarse, sharp cry. Her arms and legs spasmed as if someone had touched her with a live electrical wire. He had pushed past the tense, rubbery ring of her cuntal mouth and his cockhead was inside the struggling teenager, sweat rolling off his forehead and dripping down onto her face.
Cindy groaned, trying to move away from the terrible, painful pressure. But Ed was holding her too severely, his fingers bruising her upper arms while his knees kept her legs spread wide open. And there, right in the center of her body, the girl felt the start of a sharp, throbbing pain. He was touching her cherry, pressing the fat head of his fucker right up against the thin membrane. Cindy's gaze darted from one corner of the room to the other, her ass jerking up from the floor while her legs batted against Ed's. hard-muscled body. He was pushed down farther, working his hips from sick to side, making the thin membrane stretch more and more.
Cold beads of sweat broke out on the girl's smooth forehead. She jerked her ass up off the floor, her shoulders slamming down against the concrete while she screamed out her pain. It felt as if he were tearing her body in two, ripping it apart as if it were a piece of tissue paper.
"You're damned lucky I didn't think about fuckin' you in the ass," Ed said, shaking more sweat from his face. "You'd be gaggin' out my cum by now. But it's been a long time since I fucked a virgin. Man, you're one hell of a tight fuck, tell you that." Cindy ground her teeth, feeling the slippery hot greasy slide of his prick as he pulled back, then rammed forward.
There was a moment's sensation of something tearing deep down in her cunt, followed by a shock of sharp, burning pain. Then Cindy felt the hot rush of Ed's cock as it fucked all the way into her cunt, stretching the itchy cuntal lining widely apart; "Yaghghhghghhh!" She arched her spine then went limp, falling against the floor, weeping. He had done it, done the unthinkable. Her mother had told her to. wait until she met a boy she really loved. It had sounded like good sense. And now..., and now this stranger, this maniac had raped her, torn away her cherry. More tears flowed from her eyes as she lay there fucked to the hilt by Ed's huge cunt-splitter.
"Now, you can start enjoyin' in style. All my ladies enjoy in style," he said with a smirk, forcing his tongue between her lips.
Filthy, horrible man! What was he frying to do, make her love him back? He had to be out of his mind! He had taken her by force, shamed her, beaten her and then raped her! Was she supposed to reward for his efforts? But something other than rationality was taking over Cindy's thoughts like a creeping fog, She had thought she would bite off his tongue. Instead, she found herself flicking her tongue back, thinking that if she could probe deeply enough his prick would fuck and swell in her cunt until they were both lost in the pure, sweaty delight of fucking.
flicking! That word burned in her brain like a neon sign flashing on and off. They were fucking, his prick sawing back and forth in her cunt.
Cindy concentrated on that strange hard heat in her pussy, feeling the cock -knob just past the more sensitive part of her pussy. The ridge was pricking the nerves deep inside. She felt her cunt muscles contract, relax, then spasm shut again, milking at his cock. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers gripping her arms even harder.
Cindy felt she had to fight back, to assert herself somehow against this big man. Yet, she couldn't control the writhing of her tongue against his, fencing and battling in his mouth to communicate needs she was only dimly aware of! How he was fucking her, making the heat rise more and more in her cunt as he pulled his prick out once more, then fucked in again.
For a moment, Cindy forgot about the beating, about the knife, about the way he had shouted at her alter having kidnaped her from the streets. She could only think about the moment now, the urging, swelling sensation in her pussy making her perform like a trained bitch. The youngster swivelled her ass, pressing her cunt up against him.
Ed growled into her mouth with approval, sliding his fucker nearly all the way out and laughing softly as she pranced her ass hungrily for it. As she ground against him harder, the young stud gave her what she wanted. Cindy felt herself melting, hot-chilly flashes exploding from her cunt and making her feel things, shameless things she had never guessed were possible for a woman.
She could hear herself sobbing, groaning like a cock-crazed young slut as she ground her cit against him. How she loved the sensation of stretching in her pussy, the steady beat of his cockhead as it nudged against the slick, snugging mint walls. It was all she could do to keep her sanity as the two of them dripped hot, salty sweat in theft mutual excitement.
Cindy let out another groan, feeling the mass of tension in her belly swell more and more. Her asscheeks kept on flexing bouncing up in the air while Ed beat his crotch faster and harder against her cunt. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned alternately while juice squished from her flick-hole and sprayed onto the guy's swinging balls.
"Slut! Goddamned little slut! I knew you were hungry for this kinda fuckin'. Could see that in your eyes," he grunted, stopping only for a moment before cramming his cockmeat back into her cunt and flicking deep.
Cindy wanted to scream out a denial but could only choke out another groan. She was whipping her hips from side to side, then up and down, increasing the fucking friction until she thought her pussy would catch fire. The simmering heat in her cunt was boiling over, threatening to singe her clit and burn his cock. It rose more and more.
Yes, yes! She was going to cum! She could feel her body tensing, winding up like a spring. Her whole belly seemed to bulge with his cock.
He began to shudder, his fingers nearly breaking her arms as he started hosing his cum-load into her pussy. It was what Cindy needed. She teetered over the edge. falling into a black abyss as catastrophic waves of orgasm washed over her. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract as a lightning-like explosions racked her body. Cindy wanted to bite and scratch and kick everything in sight as she came hard. Ed's body and bands prevented her from doing anything except fucking on his prick, jerking her cunt up and down while his cum frothed out around his fucking cock, oozing back down through her cunt hairs.
Stretching thinly around his cock, Cindy's pussy spasmed again as the girl jerked her head back and drank in the sensation of be ing fucked.
Ed lay quietly on top of the fucked teenager for a few more minutes before puffing his prick out. Defeated, Cindy didn't move a muscle. He had gotten what he'd wanted. Now perhaps he would let her go.
Footsteps outside the door caught her attention. Was it help? Had someone seen her dragged into that car and called the police? Hope sank as she heard a soft knocking sound. The authorities surely would have kicked down the door.
"You through in there? We'd better get a move-on, in case somebody followed us. We've got the note for her old lady. It's gonna be real nice havin' a mom and daughter team," the male voice said through the door.
"Yeah, real nice," Ed grunted, stumbling around the tiny cabin while puffing his trousers up. "Grab this shit and put it on." He kicked her torn dress up against her legs. "We're goin places while we let your old lady know you're in one piece . . . at least, for now." Cindy took the ripped material and looked at it helplessly. Now they were going to drag her mother in! Where would it all end?
Chapter Three
Ellen Beddingfield had had her problems in life a husband who had walked out on her ten, years ago, a young daughter to raise on her own, neighbors' smirks to ignore as they wondered who she was sleeping with while Cindy was away at camp. No one believed the truth that she had devoted her life to her child.
And now, as she stood in her living room, her fingers crashing the white paper, it seemed as if her entire life had been smashed without warning by some terrible, filthy fist. The two men standing in front of her and blocking the doorway confirmed her worst suspicions. They had kidnaped her daughter, and now were demanding she go with them to see Cindy. What was worse was the leering way they eyed her, their eyes seeming to see right through her clothes and peer at her cunt and tits.
Ellen looked at the taller of the two a shaggy-haired muscular blond with snake tatoos on his arms. She had seen him before. Someone with that hard, Nazi-like face and body would be hard to forget. But where? She stiffened, dropping the paper on the floor.
"When?"
"Right now, lady," the blond said, rocking back and forth on his heels impatiently.
"Yeah," the other dark-haired guy said, his lips curling into a slick smile. "You don't wanna leave her with Ed too long. Who knows what that sicko's doin' to her right now?" Ellen's eyes rounded, her pulse quickening as she thought of her daughter being harmed by these animals. She didn't know why they were here, why they had stolen her daughter. She could only think of Cindy being in these men's hands. She had to rush to her side, no matter.
what the risk. It was her duty as a mother.
"All right," she said breathlessly, turning from the men for a moment. "Let me get my bag." She could hear them laugh softly as she gathered up her handbag and returned to the doorway, the keys to her car in hand.
"My car. We'll take care of gettin' you home later," the dark-haired one said, his hand tightening around her right wrist.
"Hey Joe, go easy on her," the blond said, his eyes narrowing.
"Come on, Chris, let's get the flick outta here before the old lady starts freakin' out on" the other man said, kicking open the door.
Ellen knew she could still call out for help from the neighbors, but instead kept her silence, drawing the purse more tightly to her tits as she walked between the two men. A sense of excitement, something she had never had in her humdrum life, began to creep into her mind as she walked down the narrow drive to a small blue pick-up truck parked in front.
As she climbed in on the passenger's side, the woman thought about her life about her failed marriage, about all the projects she had started to improve her mind that somehow ran out of steam. The most exciting thing that had happened to her had been her husband's departure.
And now.. . and now she was being abducted and taken to some place where her daughter was prisoner. As very real as the danger was, Ellen couldn't help but feel a pleasant kind of arousal stimulating her as her ass sank comfortably into the black bucket seats.
"Let's go, man," Chris said, sliding in next to her while Joe started the engine.
A strange, warm tingle began to glow in the center of her tightening cunt. Why was she starting to get worked up right here, wedged between these two young men while the truck began edging forward down the darkened Street? She moved her hips slightly, feeling the smooth, soft surfaces of her thighs rubbing against one another while juice seeped from her pussy and wet her panties. Ellen dug her fingers into her purse, biting her lower lip and trying to gain some control over herself. It was terribly wrong to have this kind of feeling in this situation. But the heat throbbing between her legs just wouldn't go away.
Ellen sighed, turning her head and looking first at Joe, then at Chris. They were terribly handsome, if crude. The thought that one of them, or perhaps both, might want to fuck her flashed through her mind. It made her cunt itch that much more; and Ellen tried to shove that thought away.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, noticing her voice had dropped a bit lower.
"That's our business. We probably should've blindfolded you when you left, so consider yourself lucky," Joe said, brushing a lock of black hair from his forehead as he watched nervously for police cars.
Ellen thought about screaming for help. But who would listen to her? With the noise of traffic and the way people were today, others would just think she was some drunk woman out for a good time with two men! They drove on, threading their way through the thinning traffic until Ellen found herself in a neighborhood of few street lights and fewer homes. At one corner, she spotted a run-down self-service auto wash. Two of its three stalls were dark, while a badly blinking yellow light illuminated the third.
"Hey, Chris, remember that bitch from up state.. .the one who gave us all that trouble last month?" Joe said, taking his foot off the accelerator as they approached the auto wash. "Yeah, we took cue of that little snot right here," Chris answered, looking closely at the old car wash.
Ellen felt her pulse increase. Joe was turning the wheel, guiding the car up a small ramp and alongside the car wash. He switched off the engine, shoving the keys in his pocket.
"We wanna show you something," Chris said, sliding from the truck and grabbing hold of Ellen's wrist. She pulled back, feeling safer in the truck. Why wouldn't they take her to her daughter now? She braced her feet against the floor and pulled back, twisting her arm while grunting with the effort.
"No!" she cried, bending forward and biting Chris hard on the lower arm.
He cried out, still holding her tightly while bringing his left fist down hard against the side of her skull.
"Uhhhhh!" Ellen felt the crushing force of the blow send her into semi-consciousness. The woman collapsed onto the seat, barely feeling the fingers curling around her wrists, the hands lifting her from the truck and dragging her head-down toward one of the darkened wash stalls.
"Take her dress off. Gotta strip the bitch naked for this," Joe said.
Ellen weakly protested, her head buzzing and spinning like a top from the savage blow. She lost one shoe as the men pulled her into the stall, Chris pushing her up against the damp cinder block wail and holding her with one hand. Ellen felt his other hand unzipping her dress, pulling the garment down off her shoulders, then down her hips until it puddled around her ankles. She came to life the moment he ripped her bra away. Ellen screamed, trying to cover her naked tits with her crossed arms.
Joe, the bigger of the two men, turned Ellen around and pulled her arms down roughly. Reaching up, he pinched her nipples, making her yelp in pain. She backed away, pushing stray strands of her blonde hair from her eyes. There were steady dripping sounds all around her, lights from the nearby street reflecting from the wet surface. Ellen looked around wildly, trying to find some mode of escape. Chris had run around to the other opened end, standing there spread-legged, his hands out to either side of his body. They had blocked her, caged her like some wild animal. There was nowhere for her to run! Still Ellen backed up, her skin growing tight from the damp cold all around her. She felt her nipples puckering up while goose flesh exploded all over her body. It was futile to run, she thought, surveying the two men pressing in on her. Still she backed up, pressing herself against the walls and wishing she could sink into the floor and disappear.
"Get her over there . . . by the clamps." Chris ended the little play, taking her by one arm and pulling her back toward where the change box was fastened to one wall. There were two long sections of chain about two feet apart. At the lower ends, two black clamps were fastened. When Ellen looked up, she saw the words "For Floor Mats" stenciled lightly on the cinderblock wall.
They threw her hard against the wall, Chris holding her firmly by the neck while Joe took one clamp and opened it. For a moment, Ellen didn't know what they were going to do. Then she felt the cold brush of the damp metal against her throat, then sliding 4own to her tits. Peering down, she watched as Joe spread the jaws of the clamp even wider, then let it snap shut on her right nipple.
"Yaghghhghhhh!" She snapped her head back, her eyes rounding until they nearly popped from her skull. The rusty teeth bit cruelly into the tender tit flesh, making her think that the men were going to tear the nipple off. She twisted around, quickly discovering that the more she moved, the more pain she caused for herself. Whimpering, Ellen felt the sharp teeth of the clamp bite down harder into the long, twitching nipple.
"Now the other one."
"No, no, don't. . . oh, God! You're hurting me!" she wailed, feeling the brush of the second clamp against her left nipple.
Nothing would stop Joe, however. Opening the damp, he let it snap shut on the fit tip. Ellen let out a shrill cry, her voice bouncing off the damp walls of the car wash. They had her clamped to the wall like an animal, the teeth of those horrid instruments chewing into her sore tits like the fangs of some nasty little animal. When she backed up a little, her feet slipping on the floor, the chains lifted her tits from her upper chest, crating more painful pressure against her nipples. Ellen moved back, her belly flattening against the rough surface of the car wash walls. She would have to remain still, or she would cause herself more pain than she could bear.
"That's the way most women gotta be. You know, tied up, kept quiet," Joe said, reaching up and pulling the wash wand down from the overhead rack.
Ellen stiffened, hearing the metallic sound. The large wheel overhead starting turning as Joe dropped six quarters into the machine. There were gurgling sounds, then the sound of water sputtering through the hose. In a moment, Ellen felt the tickling spray of warm water against her ankles.
"Uhhhh!" The ticklish spray turned into a blast of hot water smashing into her ribcage. Joe had moved around to her right side, gripping the long wand with one hand while directing the water right at her. Ellen screamed, shaking the hair from her eyes as the big stud played the scalding water up and down over her body. She struggled to stay upright, feeling the awful pull of the chain and its clamps against her crushed nipples. When he switched the dial for soap, however, it became apparent that standing up would be more difficult. She felt the hot suds slick down her body, turning the floor around her into a slippery surface. Her feet slipped back and forth, her toes smashing into the wall while the clamps still held her nipples firmly in place.
"We used to clean pigs like this down on my aunt's farm in Arkansas," Joe said, directing the spray right into Ellen's face.
He eyes burned from the attack while her nostrils filled with the industrial-strength detergent. Ellen turned her face away, coughing and spitting up the awful wet mixture That was trying to fill her lungs. Joe dropped the stream down around her ankles, playing the spraying water about until he succeeded in knocking the woman off balance.
"Yaghghghghhgbhhhh!" Ellen braced her arms against the wall, her fingernails clawing against the cinder blocks. It was all she could do to keep from crying out again as the chains pulled her tits up from her chest, stretching them while distending her nipples. For a moment, she hung there like a tortured criminal, the clamps tearing into her nipples, stretching them while her body flailed about.
It was only with a great effort that Ellen managed to swing her legs around, bracing her knees against the wall while clawing her way back into an upright position. She panted like a dog, turning her face away from the spray as she tried to clear her head. When Joe sprayed her ankles, obviously trying to overturn her again, she turned and glared at him, summoning enough energy to spit in his direction.
"She's feisty," he said with a laugh. "I like that in a bitch. Man, can't stand it when they whimper around like we owe 'em somethin'.
Come on, let's get this slut goin He dropped the stream to her belly, splashing the water against her flesh until Ellen could feel her stomach cramping from the heat. And then Joe found pay dirt, dropping the stream a few more inches until it hit her sensitive cunt flesh like a hammer. She felt her cunt lips opening up, fluttering against the steady stream. The water had ironically set up a lusty flash of fire on her clit. Opening her mouth, Ellen let out another cry. But this time, the scream was a mixture of pain and an odd kind of pleasure that had begun to spread through her body. The growing erotic sensations and her sense of guilt paralyzed her, making the woman snap up against the wall while those terrible clamps still chewed into her nipples.
"Ooooooo..." She rolled her hips up against the wall, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders as she drew her arms up, trying to slip the clamps from her tits.
"Touch those and we'll knock the shit outta you with this mother-fucker!" Joe threatened, waving the spraying wand high in the air and sending an arch of water all over the stall.
"Hey! Watch that, fucker!" Chris cried out, backing away while brushing the soapy water off his shirt and Levi's.
"Gettin' too excited, I guess," Joe said, moving around again and shooting the hot stream right up between her long thighs.
Ellen couldn't help herself, feeling her body hunching back at it involuntarily. The blast of hot water against her asshole was inviting, feeling like a huge tongue driving into her ass. She opened her mouth again in shock, surprised tat water up her shitter could make her feel this way! Pressing her cheek against the wall, Ellen stood up on her toes to ease the pulling pain of the chains and clamps against her nipples. She gasped, her slick body moving up and down against the wet wall. She could feel the rough surface massaging her cunt lips, stimulating them, touching her stiffening clit. It was nice, very, very nice to feel something like that.
Joe moved around, puffing the overhead wheel that allowed him to move from side to side in the dark stall. Ellen looked around, seeing the two hunky silhouettes still at either end of the stall. Steam rose from the floor, and Joe and Chris looked like apparitions risen straight from, hell. And the water seemed even more lewd than the men, toying with her body, licking and fucking her.
Now he directed the water against her fits, playing the stream against the nipples and clamps. For some odd reason, that touch eased the pinching, awful feeling of the iron teeth biting into her tits. Ellen sighed gratefully, glad of the relief while still fighting to remain standing.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned.
He was spraying her cunt again. The incredibly heavy rush of water on her cit zone and cunt hole made Ellen's hips move from side to side, then pump up and down. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, feeling her legs start to spread apart. Was it the slick floor, now white with soap suds? Or was it her own will to want to get fucked? She shook her head, fighting down that lewd feeling once more.
Each time Ellen grew modest and tried to put her hands over her pussy, Joe moved the stream around, blasting it against her asscheeks or nipples. Th. splashing waves of the soapy hot water bounced off her tits, tilling her nostrils and choking her once more. Then it was back to her cunt. Ellen knew that it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cant went off. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She hoped Joe would stop when she came. If he kept on, she knew she would surely go inside, be willing to do anything until her climax tapered off.
Ellen twisted her hips, looking for the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The muscles at the top of her cunt knotted up in a cramp, her cut sputtering and throbbing while her asshole muscles contracted in the same rhythm. Her legs slid again, her tits puffing at the clamps. But now the pain only added to the general feeling of cuntal heat.
Now! Now, Ellen thought, her head thrown back, the cords sticking from her neck as she readied herself for the biggest orgasm of her life!
Chapter Four
Joe changed the dial setting again, moving it past the rinse setting and turning it to hot wax. He dropped the stream for a moment, leaving Ellen high and dry. She ground her teeth together, feeling her climax slipping away from her. She groaned, working her hips, squirming against the wall and rubbing her cunt over the cinderblocks in a vain attempt to cum. It was futile, and she cried out in frustration.
It was back, but this time the sensation different, more sexy. The slick mixture of wax and water glistened over her flesh, heating it even more than before! Ellen threw her head back, pulling away from the wall, her tits stretching out parallel to the floor while the clamps chewed relentlessly into her nipples.
Ellen cried out when Joe directed the stream right at her tits, making them shiver with the force. Then it was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the cunt folds around her cit. It felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal gash. Ellen groaned, tensing herself to rush her orgasm. But then Joe played the water around her ankles.
She screamed with frustration, not caring what the men thought of her now. Spreading herself for the invading stream, she felt the vulgar thrill of the rushing hot water splashing over her shitter, then back around her cunt. Her organ was there, just out of reach. Ellen strained, lowering her raised hips. She had to have the water on her clit. She needed that last tiny bit, that little shove over the edge. Then she would be able to take care of herself.
"Huhhbbhhblih!".
Joe moved quickly, grabbing the wand and shoving it hard up against her asshole. At first, Ellen didn't know what had hit her. She felt the hot metal tip, the harsh spray of water. Then she realized he had stuck part of the wand up her ass, giving her an incredible enema. Her belly bloated, swelling with the hot waxy water cascading into her ass guts. Ellen screamed again, her voice shrilling past soprano while her legs jerked out like those of a frog. Her knees smashed against the wall, scraping painfully while she swatted back with both hands. Her fingers slipped along the hot metallic surface of the wand as she tried to pull the thing from her ass.
She could feel her bowels distending, cramping with the sudden onslaught of hot water while her cunt clenched like a fist, frustrated from its orgasm by the attack. It was mad, completely insane, what was happening to her! Joe worked the thumb-like nozzle deeper into her ass while keeping the water shooting into her. Ellen felt her stomach turning over, her belly cramping into painful knots while her thighs ridged; She would disgrace herself, shitting all over the floor while this horrid man kept fucking her ass with that dreadful wand.
Ellen felt herself wheeling completely out of control. She wanted to scream until her throat went raw. The water up her ass the gut-wrenching cramps in her bowels and cunt were sapping her of energy. She writhed against the wall, her nose flattening against the cinderblocks.
Then the wand was gone, yanked from her ass and moved around until the water was smashing into her cunt once more. The sound of the spray all around her drowned out the laughter and obscene remarks from the men. Ellen strangled on her sobs, feeling her ass ring start to spasm in time with her clit.
Yes! Yes! this time, they were going to let her cum! Ellen nearly screamed with relief and joy, dragging her clawing fingers over the wall and staying there. Her skin felt painfully tight, stretched over her bones while her joints throbbed. The hardness of her tits hurt. But it was a good hurt, a nice feeling of pain while her pussy clenched like a tightening fist.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ellen cried, choking on her own spit.
She was cumming, climaxing with a hot violence she had never known even in the best days of her marriage. The naked, orgasming woman stood on her toes as if she wanted to climb up the wall. Ellen stretched her arms high over her head, dragging her fingernails against the rough surface as she came and came and came.
Only when the water stopped flowing from the wand did the woman start to come down from her high, her arms collapsing while her knees threatened to give way. She forced herself to remain on he feet, feeling the tearing pain of the clamps against her nipples. Moaning, Ellen felt the world slipping from her and fought to stay in it. She couldn't faint..., not now, not with those clamps that would rip her nipples off if she fell to the cold floor.
Joe threw the wand down onto the cement and scratched his chin.
"I'd fuck her now, but she's pretty well winded," he said, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Yeah. Wait till we get back to the place, and Ed gives us some ideas. She'll come around, especially when she sees her kid there." Still standing but dazed, Ellen felt someone removing the iron clamps from her nipples. She groaned a thanks, then' fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Someone scooped her from the wet concrete and carded her back to the pickup. Her head lolled.
Ellen caught glimpses of the street light on the corner, a yellow caution light blinking regularly on and off at the other side of the deserted intersection. There were no sounds, no cars, no people. It was a place, she thought, where the men could get away with a thing like this.
They bundled her into the truck, stashing her dress and under things under the seat. Joe took the wheel, glancing in his rearview mirror, then guiding the truck from the car wash and back onto the street.
Ellen had no idea how long they had driven, the lights and traffic all seeming to be a blur. She concentrated on the dreamy glow that still warmed her. Her cunt felt so warm, so nice, especially now that the pressure was off. She was still amazed at the power of her climax. And no man had even touched her! What on earth was going on in her mind? Why bad she reacted in this strange, wonderful way? She wrinkled her forehead, smoothing her palms on her naked thighs and feeling terribly vulnerable.
Then thoughts of Cindy came to her mind, and she felt her heart contract with fear. There would be time enough to think over her curious reaction to the torture.. But her daughter was still in danger, perhaps undergoing the same kind of wretched treatment from this Ed they talked about.
Ellen steeled herself, ready to endure anything as long as she could get her daughter free from these maniacs.
"Okay, baby, this is the end of the line," Joe said, switching off the engine.
Chris pulled out a coarse blanket, throwing it over her shoulders after stepping from the truck. Gingerly, Ellen slid out, her feet step ping onto gravel. Wincing, she walked toward the. large, dark two-story Victorian house in front of her. They were somewhere in the foothills of Los Angeles, a-neighborhood that was being cleared half-heartedly by the city and state for a new freeway. Most of the homes had been moved or leveled for the highway.
Joe was behind her, pushing her roughly between the shoulders and nearly knocking her to her knees. Ellen brushed the hair from her eyes, looking around the abandoned and ill-kept property. A tall wooden fence leaned precariously to one side near collapse but still keeping prying eyes away from the house on all sides but the front. She could see darkened shapes of junk protruding from the tall grass waving in the breeze. What was most ominous, however, was the complete absence of any other occupied home in the area. Down the street, she saw the large square shape and guessed it was another home still standing in the genera! bleakness. But there were no lights.
Joe threw open a door in front of her, one that led to the cellar. Ellen gathered the blanket around her tits, carefully descending the wooden steps. When she had nearly reached the bottom, the woman found herself staring into a tall, bearded man's eyes.
"So, the boys brought you here okay," Ed said, an ironic smile twisting his lips. "A little worse for wear, maybe, but what the fuck."
"Where's Cindy? Where's my daughter?" she said coldly, surprised at the strength of her own voice.
Ed's eyes twinkled at the question. Ellen could have scratched his eyes out, but she waited impatiently for his reply.
"Oh, she's safe enough on ice, you might say. Right now, we've got something better to talk about than your daughter."
"Why are you doing this to us?" Ellen demanded, unable to keep quiet.
"Because I like doing it. Because the guys out there like doing it. An4 from what I've seen of your daughter, she likes it, too."
"Liar!" Ellen screamed, her chin quivering while her gaze darted about in the dimly lit cellar.
"No one calls me that. No one," he said, gripping her by the chin with his thumb and forefinger.
Ellen thought he would shatter her jaw. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, falling like a parachute to the floor. Ed looked down at her bare tits and loosened his grip, his lips breaking into a wide grin. He had noticed the bite marks all about her nipples.
"You boys been samplin' the merchandise on the way over, huh?" Joe and Chris had just stepped down into the cellar and were grinning.
"The car wash," Joe said.
Ed laughed. "That damned . place gets more quarters from us than from regular people. She perform?"
"Like a champ, man. This bitch is real hot, real hot for a good workout."
"Good. Get the gag. We're gonna see just how good this slut can dance." The men were moving all around her, the only one remaining standing being Ed. Ellen consciously drew her hands over her cunt, wanting to grab the blanket and cover herself but terrified of making one move. Chris was back first, stepping behind her and shoving something against her lips. Ellen fought back, closing her eyes and twisting her head from side to side. It was awful tasting and hard. Someone was pressing fingers against the two junctions of her jaw, sending shocks of pain into her skull. Ellen cried out, then felt the rubber ball pressed between her teeth, shoved down until the pitted hard surface rolled over her tongue. She gagged, her throat tightening painfully while her chest heaved.
No, no! Ellen knew she couldn't vomit or she would drown in her own puke! Tears spilled from her widened eyes as she struggled against Chris behind her. Clawing her fingers upward, she began tugging at the leather straps hanging from either end of the ball as the young stud tried fastening them together behind her skull.
"Get her hands! Man, she's gonna fuck things up if we don't tie her up!" Joe shouted.
Ellen still struggled, seeing the dark-haired guy running up with two long strips of rope. While Chris tied the leather straps together that held the gagging ball in place, Joe grabbed her wrists and pulled them back behind, dropping one length of line while whipping the other around her hands. Ellen felt the rough hemp biting into her flesh, chafing her skin as the big man wrapped the rope figure-eight fashion around her wrists tightly.
In a moment, she could feel her fingers growing icy and wanted to tell her captors that they had cut off her circulation. But the gag prevented her from making all but the most muffled of sounds.
Ellen bit down on the rubber ball, pressing the tip of her tongue against the filthy surface in an attempt to push it from her mouth. . But the straps held fast around her head as the saliva built up in her throat Ed walked up to her, fishing a lighter from his shirt pocket and flicking open the silver top. He was humming a country-western tune, his eyes narrowing as he flipped the flint wheel. Tiny blue sparks flew and a longish orange flame burst from the top. Ellen held her breath, staring at the fire and wondering why he had done this. Joe was still behind her.
He let his voice drop, moving the fire around to the other nipple, then down to her cunt. She screamed through the gag, pushing her ass back against Joe's crotch. There were whispering, crackling sounds, the sounds of her blonde cunt hairs burning and turning black under the fiery attack. She folded one leg over the other protectively to hide her cunt. Joe held her steady, his breathing growing mere labored as the lighter's fire moved up along her belly, singeing the nearly invisible blonde body hairs in its path.
Ellen let out another strangled sob, her forehead creasing while her toes curled against the cold concrete until they cramped. Thoughts of her daughter temporarily disappeared as she twisted her wrists against the binding ropes, wishing she could sink into the earth anything to get away from the pain.
Ed touched the tip of the fire against her right nipple, laughing as Ellen jerked back and nearly knocked Joe off-balance. He gripped her more firmly, pulling her hands back and down until she thought she felt something pop in her shoulder. They were purposely hurting her as much as they could. Ed stepped around the groaning woman, keeping the fire lightly touching her flesh and watching as she shrank away from the flame as much as she could. Then. he brought the fire down to her ass, letting the flame flatten itself against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Ellen squealed, jumping free and finding herself pitching forward onto the floor. Without her arms free to balance her, the woman pitched headlong onto the concrete, banging her forehead against the floor.
"Get the bitch up, and let's have some fun. with her," Ed said.
Again Ellen felt hands pawing her, gripping her round her upper arms and pulling her to her feet. She leaned heavily against Joe and Ed, who dragged her forward, steadying the woman while Chris was fumbling with something on the wall. She heard a rubbing sound above her but kept her head lowered, squeezing her shoulders together and trying to get her breathing under control. They were fastening something to the rope binding her wrists to one another. Then Joe stepped back and said something. Immediately she felt her wrists being pulled up the small of her back while squeaking sounds filled the room.
Ellen caught sight of Chris turning a small winch clockwise. Snapping her head up, the woman saw a set of three pulleys screwed tightly into the ceiling, the rope threaded through the wheels and coming down behind her. They were going to hang her from the ceiling! Ellen cried out, biting down hard on the ball. The rope was stretching her arms back and up, the resulting tension sending shocks of pulling agony through her shoulders. She bent over, jerking her ass up, standing on her toes in a vain attempt to lessen the pressure. Nothing worked. There was only the steady increase of tension around her upper arms.
Unnfnnfnnfffff!" Her wrists were halfway up her spine now, her arms refusing to bend back any father. The pulleys groaned from the added weight as the rope grew taut and Ellen's feet swung clear of the floor. They were going to hang her up like a piece of meat! And bow that awful rope was threatening to tear her arms from their sockets! "She looks pretty nice strung up that way. You can stop it now, Chris. I don't want the bitch swinging all the way from the ceiling," Ed said, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
Chris locked the winch tightly, checking the rope then moving up to his buddies.
"Whatcha gonna do now?" Joe asked.
Ed said nothing, stepping to a tall green metal cabinet to the right and opening the dented door. Ellen followed his hands, seeing strange looking things hanging. from Various hooks inside. He paused for a second, then fished out a multi-thronged riding crop, the leather ends knotted. Slamming the door shut, the big man snapped the thing in the air, the thongs crackling noisily against one another.
Ellen swung gently from the rope, her body twisting first to the right, then to the left, her shoulder sockets throbbing agonizingly with the pulling pain. She blinked the tears from her eyes, searching the room once for some sign of her daughter before another surge of pain took her mind from that thought.
Chapter Five
"Mmfmmfxnmffff!" Ellen let out a choked scream from behind the rubber ball gag, her upper arm muscles cramping up, bulging against her sweaty flesh. She scissor-kicked her legs from side to side while her body weight tugged and pulled against her stretching shoulder sockets. The burning pain in her right inner thigh had come to a peak, forcing the woman to shriek and jerk like a mad woman. It had begun! Ed had shot his arm up, then brought it down hard, the knotted tips of the riding crop chewing into her soft thigh flesh. Ellen had never felt anything as painful as that in her life! Chewing down hard on the rubber ball, she screamed again as Ed rubbed the handle of the crop against her cunt, pushing the ribbed leather in between her outer pussy lips. Ellen kicked out, flushing furiously at this obscene rape.
"Bet you like that, don'tcha? You like gettin' fucked, just like your daughter." Ellen stopped, freezing at Ed's dreadful words. Had he hurt Cindy? She looked closely at him, forgetting for the moment the aching pain in her thighs and shoulders. He was smirking at her, holding back just enough information to drive her crazy. She writhed in her bonds, wanting to push that awful gag from her mouth and scream out a demand to know where Cindy was and what they were doing to her. But she could do nothing except twist on the ropes helplessly, watching him laugh at her.
Ed jammed the handle in deeper, twisting it around, fucking it into her cunt hard. Ellen's eyes bulged her nostrils flaring while her legs kicked out, then shot back together with a snap.
The cold hard leather scraped painfully against her cuntal lining. There was no pleasure in this, Ellen thought, tears burning her eyes. He was really hurting her, making her terribly uncomfortable as he fucked the handle deeper into her pussy. Ellen let out a low groan, her belly muscles knotting up under the pressure. He began to withdraw the thing, then jabbed it viciously back in, fucking it back and forth, back and forth until she was jerking and bouncing on the ropes like a puppet. After several minutes of his play, he pulled the handle out, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing the tip.
"Good hot pussy. . . not as hot as your daughter's but good enough," he said.
Ellen groaned, feeling her world falling into shambles around her. These awful men had taken them both captive for no other reason that to torture them. And there was little Ellen could do to keep her daughter and herself free. Ed turned the crop around, gripping the handle hard while trailing the leather thongs along her legs. Ellen felt the light, feathery touch of the knotted ends and shivered, knowing the pain that thing could bring. Her spirits sank as she felt her joints start to throb and ache once more.. The strain on her shoulders and wrists grew worse and worse as she moved her fingers against the binding rope to get some blood in them.
Ed was prodding her right fit with the end of his crop now, hefting it as if it were a biological specimen. Ellen wanted to sink out of sight as she felt the cool leather brush up against her nipples. she looked down at her tormentor and felt a shock of hatred flash through her like a flame. How she loathed this man! If only she could make him suffer the way he was making her and her daughter suffer. She would kick him in the crotch, mash his balls with her naked feet! She saw Ed was keeping some distance from her, perhaps thinking she would try something like that. There would be a time, she thought, watching him closely as he rolled her tit around. A shiver of feeling fluttered from her nipple to her spine. Ellen curled her toes, feeling the sensitive spots between them itch terribly.
Ed moved around in front of her again, trailing the the tip of the riding crop across the underside of her tit.
She could see his prick rising up against the front of his faded Levi's, tenting up the material while he toyed with her. The woman winced,. remembering the savage pain that had eaten through her flesh moment before. He was going to use that crop against her once more. He was only playing with her now, watching her flesh shiver at his filthy touch.
"Eaghghhghhfhhfffff!" It happened suddenly. With another quick, savage move, Ed slashed the crop across both Ellen's nipples. She squealed to high heaven, chewing down on the ball while her legs kicked out. She hit the big man once against the shoulders, rewarded for the move with a sharp snap of the leather across the arch of her offending foot. Ellen calmed herself, realizing Ed would grow even more savage if she egged him on now. She would wait for the right moment, then strike.
He moved around behind he, jabbing the handle into her asshole and fucking it into her ass guts as deep as he had tucked it into her cunt.
Once more, Ellen's eyes rounded, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air around the gagging ball. She cold feel the hard handle pushing into her ass like a huge, hard lump of shit. The pain from that wild fuck spread to all parts of her ass and down her thighs. He fucked it halfway into her shifter, jerking it savagely back and forth, watching her asscheeks squeeze together in a futile attempt to work out the offending handle. Laughing, Ed slowly pulled the crop out. It felt as if someone had attached a vacuum cleaner to her ass! Ellen groaned, shaking her head, feeling her long hair splash across her face. Never had she been so humiliated in her entire life! "Nice ass. Don't knew if I should fuck you there or in the pussy. You're tight all over. That's good, real good," he said, wiping his lips with the back of his free hand.
Ellen couldn't look at him. She kept her eyes down, the muscles of her belly quivering.
Then he clamped his fingers more tightly around the handle, stepping around closer to her, the crop at his side. At first, Ellen thought he might drop the weapon. His prick was certainly at its full cunt-splitting length. She saw a dark stain on the front of his Levi's and knew he had to be worked up to the point of wanting to fuck.
Suddenly, the crop cracked in the fetid air once again, coming down against her belly. Ellen barely had enough time to feel the first slash when the second crossed it, leaving a large red X on her flesh. She screamed through the gag once again, her leg jerking up to her swinging tits. She curled her back until her asscheeks opened. What a horrific, killing pain! She kept. swinging her body, trying to twist her cunt and tits away from the riding crop.
Ed was fast, striking the leather just under her right kneecap with the middle of the weapon. Ellen's right foot jerked out. He grabbed it, pulling her toward him, then flinging her back, watching her swing like a pendulum while her shoulders threatened to tear from the added movement. She kicked out at Ed, shrieking through her gag, wanting to tear his face off with her bare hands. How could he do this to another person? How could he torment her and her daughter in this terrible way? Again, he brought the crop down against her tits, the thongs chewing into her nipples. Ellen threw her head back and groaned, her long hair sweeping over her back. Ed lashed the crop over and over against her soles and ankles now, sending incredible shocking pain up her legs. Ellen kicked out, again trying to evade the whistling crop. Her groans turned to long wails while the big man changed his target. He was aiming for the arch of her left foot now, slowing his strokes, timing them to strike just when Ellen didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. She thought the whip had crushed the small bones inside. Ellen whipped her head from side to side. But that move only forced her dangling body out toward the crop again. The rope was biting into her wrists, making the flesh bleed as she swung there from side to side.
"Uhhhhhhh!" The pain was so great Ellen couldn't find the strength to shriek. She felt him flogging the leather against the backs of her knees, reddening the flesh. Then he moved up to her asscheeks, the leather biting into her plump white flesh and raising meaty welts with each dry smack. She could hear his breath whistling, almost masking the cackle that punctuated the slashing strokes.
Oh, how her ass burned! Ellen thought she cold feel her skin splitting from the awful strokes. Her ass heated, reddening to a deep scarlet. The blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her cunt. Juice oozed from her cunt at mouth onto her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Dark-red stripes appeared on her ass where the leather thongs had slashed into her.
Ellen wanted to beg for mercy. But she knew even if she could cry out, Ed would only laugh at her begging. And now he was having the time of his life, concentrating on her ass. Again and again, the leather crop bit into her ass flesh. Ellen clenched her asscheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her shitter. Ed lashed the crop farther up, marking her spine with red welts, flaying the skin on her shoulders.
Ellen cried, the stripes- across her lower back hurting her awfully. With complete despair, she let herself dangle, her head falling forward. Her asscheeks opened completely.
Ed had waited for this. With a slashing overhead stroke, he brought the crop down into her ass crack. The thongs bit hotly into her asshole, yanking the hole out of shape with that blow. It felt as it he were tearing a handful of her bowels from her body. Ellen shrieked, her voice shrilling while her body bounced wildly on the rope. The incredible pain of that attack blasted up her spine to her brain. She jerked convulsively again and again, a flood of warm juice rushing from her cunt) The attack was doing such vile things to her.
And now she could hear Ed laughing behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab the end of the crop back and forth against her sensitive asshole. Ellen shoved her ass backward, trying to get away from the blunt edged crop pushing at her. The tip of the crop slid roughly into her cunt once more, forcing the hot wet pussy flesh open. The instant clenching of her cuntal muscles around the weapon nearly dragged it from Ed's hand.
"Man! You just don't give up, do you? You're a fucking bottomless pit," he said, his eyes blazing with excitement.
Ellen wanted to spit in his face, to tell him that she and her daughter were respectable people.., if he knew what the word meant. But the gag prevented her from doing a thing. She hung there, sobbing, feeling the leather slash into her body again and again.
Then suddenly it was quiet.
She raised her head slightly, peering through her curtaining blonde hair. Ed had disappeared! She had been so intent on her pain that she bad missed his disappearance. Then the scraping sound of a chair behind her told the woman he was still there.
He was standing on the low chair now, his hands covering her sore tits. His fingers poked at the nipples mercilessly, making Ellen groan all the more.
She could feel something very hot and hard jabbing at her asshole, realizing in an instant that it was his cock! He was slipping that long, thick thing into her sweaty ass crack, pushing the cockhead against her shitter. He was going to fuck her in the ass! Ellen shook her head wildly, her arms knotting up while she kicked her legs back frantically to upend the chair. Fucked in the ass! The thought made her sick. Fags did that kind of thing, she thought fags and degenerate sluts. It would kill her, having something like a man's cock up her shitter! He was gripping her hard by the hips now, arching back, pushing forward with his prick when the chair teetered from her backward kick.
Cursing, Ed stepped down, puffing up his Levi's but not zipping them shut.
"I'll show you how to take a cock up the ass. If you won't stay still, I'll make you.
Again, he disappeared. Ellen cringed, hearing him rattle around behind her. When he returned he was rolling something heavy. There were more scuffling sounds. Then he came back around her, two clamps with wires dangling from their ends in his hands. Immediately, Ellen thought of the car wash, of the clamps they had put on her tits while hosing her down. She screamed, shaking her head violently once again.
Ignoring her, Ed opened the tiny clamps, fastening them onto her sore nipples. Ellen let out a cry from behind her gag, certain her nipples would tear from her tits this time. The weight of the black wires distended her nipples, pulling them downward while Ed moved behind her and rustled about a little more.
Ellen could guess she was being hooked up to something. In a moment she heard a humming sound. Curious, she moved her head around as much as she could, seeing a small gray generator sitting squarely in the middle of a rolling stand. Ed was tightening the connections. Turning around, he looked at her, then twisted one dial. Ellen felt a pulsing bite in her nipples. She jerked forward, her eyes widening as she felt the hot current surge into her body. And just as quickly, the woman felt her clit react to this odd pulsing, she was feeling her cunt tighten and grow itchy, her clit standing up and sputtering while tore and more amperage sparked into her body. Ed pulled the generator over to her, twisting the dial up a little more.
"It's on a steady increase mode," he explained, climbing back onto the chair. "I'll send more and more current into you until I turn it oft or change the mode. You'd better hope I cum fast." Was he telling the truth? Or was he just trying to freak her out with this wild tale? Wasn't he feeling the current, too? If he was, Ed seemed to be enjoying it, holding her close from behind while rubbing his prick into her warm, wet ass crack. She heard him grunting, felt his fingers reaching around, searching for her asshole. He found it, moving his prick to the tiny opening, then pushing up and in. The head of his prick fucked in. Ellen shrieked, feeling the blunt-nosed thing inch its way into her bowels. It felt as if he were tearing her ass apart. The scraping of the crop on her battered thigh was adding to the paw.
The pressure against her shitter eased up for a second. Ellen relaxed the forbidding tightness of her sphincter. Another surge of current straightened her body. It was as if shards of glass were tearing into her organs, making her flesh tighten around her bones while her head whipped from side to side. She curled her fingers around the ropes binding her wrists together, swinging from side to side as Ed fucked all the way into her ass. The muscles in her ass felt as if they were tearing from the pressure.
What was worse, Ellen thought, was how her cunt nearly cried out to feel that cock now savaging her ass. The shaft of his prick felt slippery.
Yes, yes, she wanted his cock in her cunt, wanted it sliding all the way in her! Why was he wasting his time fucking her in the ass, when she had so much more to give and get if he fucked her pussy? How Ellen wanted to shout this out. But again, the ball kept her silent.
She felt Ed letting go of her hips, his hand reaching up to her waist and squeezing it while he fed more of his cockmeat into her shitter. She was moving her ass around as sensuously as she could. The slow penetration of that hard prick into her ass hurt her terribly. Again and again, she felt the cramping pain in her ass guts as Ed pulled out, then fucked back in deeper and than before. She would have been screaming kicking back at him. But the current surging through her aching nipples was sapping that kind of strength and will from her.
Ellen jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her flushed face. She felt the stalking pain from the current streaking across her ribs, threatening to stop her heart, while that awful prick had begun a steady, fucking rhythm in her ass. Ed was pushing and puffing his fucker in and out of her shifter. In another moment, he had the leather crop around her throat, tightening the strands and choking her. Ellen went wild, tossing her head about, trying to free herself from the choking riding crop.
The tempo of Ed's ass-ripping prick increased as he loosened the grip around her windpipe and allowed her to gasp in air. Then he choked her once again, fucking her ass brutally. The electricity seemed to increase as well, nearly burning her nipples to cinders while making her bones ache. Heat sliced into her erect tit, making the tiny organ spark with delight.
He was choking her, letting her breathe, then choking her again, all the while fucking his big cock in and out of her shitter. Her shoulders were about to tear or break. But what did it matter? The guys were going to kill her here, hanging from the ceiling like a side of beef.
Then Ed twisted the leather thongs once more around her throat, keeping them tight. She screamed, her lungs burning, aching for air while he slammed his prick home and held it there. Thick spurting masses of hot jizz ate into her bowel lining like acid while the current blasted through her nipples, scaring her tits. Ellen thought she felt her ass ring tearing.
Just before Ellen passed out, lightning bolts of delight shot through her. He had really fucked her, blasting his cum-load into her ass without mercy. The room went black as she felt the pulsing current in her nipples decrease.
Chapter Six
Ellen woke up on the floor, one leg crossed over the other, her right arm draped over her face. At first, she didn't want to move, afraid someone might hurt her. Opening her eyes cautiously, she peered through her long lashes and discovered she was in the dark. Breathing quietly, she focused her sight and hearing, listening for the slightest indication that there was another human in here. Nothing. Ellen moved cautiously, feeling the terrible cramping ache in her shoulders from that awkward hanging position she had been in.
Stifling a moan, the woman brought her arms around, wincing at the pain. Yes. The rope had been slipped from her wrists. She was free at least, as free as they were going to let her be. Straightening her body, Ellen rolled onto her ass, stretching her legs and arms, puffing the cramped muscles back in place.
The horror of everything that had happened to her crashed in on the woman like a bomb. They had raped her fucked her in the ass. And all the beating bad shattered her mind, her self-respect. Ed and his buddies bad treated her with less respect than a cockroach.
And still, Ellen thought with a despairing sigh, she bad seen no sign of her daughter. Were they playing with her mind? Was Cindy really here? Ellen groaned, putting her head in her hands. If only she knew where her daughter was! Cindy, meanwhile, was having problems of her own.
Joe and Chris taunted her with images of her mother being strung up and ass-fucked.
Cindy tried closing her ears to the awful remarks, bringing her knees together so at least the men would stop leering at her cunt. Yes, she could hear the screams and cries of her mother while Ed was beating her. She could hear the dry smacking sounds of the leather riding crop against her mother's flesh. And then.., then came those odd shrieks. They sounded as if they came from a small animal being devoured alive! Cindy shivered, thinking of her mother and wondering what on earth they were doing to her. Would they make her an orphan? Her mother certainly sounded as if she were dying! They had dragged Cindy from the small closet she'd been pushed into earlier. Lying there on the floor, Cindy saw the pulleys where her mother had hung. Desperately, she looked around, but she saw no trace of Ellen. Had they killed her? Were they that sick? She didn't think so. But then again, they could have made a mistake, a miscalculation in their beating and killed her. She wanted to ask. But fear of the truth kept her silent.
Chris and Joe were talking to Ed quietly in the corner, nodding in Cindy's direction from time to time. The girl felt like some odd animal being studied, and she wished they would get on with what they wanted or let her go. They had shamed her, raped her, fucked her, ripped what was left of her modesty from her. The girl knew she would never be able to look in the mirror and find a respectable girl staring back. They had turned her into their private whore! "Let one see what the other does. That should loosen 'em up a little," Joe said with a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"Good idea! Bring the bitch back in here," Ed said, backing up toward the young girl.
Cindy panicked, scooting back, her body rubbing against the floor like a snake's. She didn't want her mother to see her like this! Surely she would know what had happened to her daughter, and that thought made Cindy want to die of shame. Fucked! Fucked in this horrible way. And her mother would know everything! There were more scuffling sounds, cries of protest coming from the other end of the large underground room. Cindy heard her mother's voice and shivered, rolling onto her side. Ed kicked her brutally in the face, pushing her onto her back and keeping his booted foot on her tits as Joe and Chris dragged in the protesting Ellen.
"Cindy! Oh, God, what've they done to you?" Ellen screamed, struggling against both men who held her by the arms.
"Mama... oh, please don't yell at me!" Cindy cried, tears of shame rushing down her flushed cheeks.
Cindy inched her arms together as much as she could to hide her nipples. But she knew the tell-tale marks and welts on her thighs told her mother everything. She wanted to die as she heard Ellen scream wild accusations at the men holding her.
"You're shitin' me, baby," Joe said, slapping the woman hard across the face. "You keep yellin' like that, and I'm gonna give you somethin' to keep you nice and quiet."
"Hey, let's give the little girl a taste of what the old lady went through," Chris said, brightening as he looked up at die hanging pulleys.
"No! Don't! God in heaven, don't do that to her. Sweet Jesus, I'll do anything, but uhhhh!" Joe slapped her again, this time sticking three fingers into her mouth and forcing her jaw down until Ellen thought he was going to rip it from her skull. With a savage punch in the front teeth, he knocked her head back, warning her again not to say one word.
Cindy did nothing, terrified that her mother would suffer awe if she were to protest. Meekly, she let them scoop her from the floor, dragging her to a point just below the pulleys and forcing her to stand. She felt like a whore standing there naked, berths exposed in that dreadful way, hot cunt wide open, waiting for another fucker. She said nothing as Ed brought the rope down ad fastened it around the ropes binding her wrists together. Chris moved back to the winch and turned it until Cindy began to stand on her toes.
"Keep it there. I don't wait the little bitch stretched thin,'! he said, watching Cindy's pulled tight high above hot while her tits flattened against her upper chest.
The girl sobbed, trying to twist away from her mother's steady gaze. It was impossible. "Now, let's see a little action," Ed said.
Joe shrugged, walking up to Cindy, then bringing a doubled fist down hard into her belly. The girl shrieked, her bead snapping back. Ellen screamed as well, struggling against Ed who had taken over the job of holding her prisoner. When Joe slapped Cindy to the mat, the girl lost control of herself, pissing onto her thighs and making the men laugh. Cindy groaned at what they were doing to her, blinking away the tears of shame as she hung there suspended from the ropes by her wrists. The puddle of piss was around her toes.
"Since she's so hot she's gotta piss every time she gets somethin' round her pussy, maybe we ought to see what she's gonna do with some real action on her," Ed remarked.
Both women watched as he picked up an odd mechanical device. Cindy thought it looked very much like a man's prick. But there were all sort. of strange-looking tiny brushes poking up from the pink plastic coating. Sticking from the flat end were two black wires twisting around one another and winding up in a small steel box.
Ed picked up the dildo and looked from Ellen to Cindy, then back to Ellen again.
"I think you're the one who'd enjoy this more," be said with a smirk. "But it's time the little slut learns what this is all about. We'll have less problems later "Don't . . . don't hurt her," Ellen whispered, the words dying on her lips.
Ed walked up to the teenager, holding the contraption at the wired end. He waved it in front of Cindy, pressing the tapered head against her nose and laughing as the girl shivered and shreak from the device. With a quick mow, he spread her cunt lips apart pushing three-quarters of that odd looking dildo into her pussy.
Cindy's face went white, her jaws slackening at the sudden penetration. The girl jerked her knees up, banging them together while bouncing on the ropes. God, how those tiny brushes hurt! Cindy felt the bristles cutting into her cunt flesh, scratching up into her pussy while that broad-nosed dildo stretched her tight little cunt more and more. Swinging from her wrists like a pendulum, Cindy sobbed balefully, wishing she could somehow push that awful probe out of her cunt.
Ed pushed a button at the end of the small box, and all hell broke loose. Cindy's mind exploded while her body jerked and danced obscenely on the rope. Her legs kicked apart constantly while her head jolted and jerked. Spit frothed from her moth, bubbling over her lower lip and oozing down her chin while the cords stood out on her neck. She tried screaming, but found herself gagging on her own saliva. It was like having an animal clawing and tearing through her pussy; Those tiny brushes were wired for current, twirling around at the same time they sent electricity sparking into her cunt.
Cindy could smell something burning. Her cunt hairs were smoldering from the amperage! She threw back her head and shrieked like a damned soul in hell, her muscles flexing and spasming.
"Stop it! My God in heaven, stop it!" Ellen gasped, not believing what she was watching.
It was horrid, seeing Cindy jerk about like that. The girl's tits flopped up, striking her chin while her chest heaved mightily. It looked as if her bones were shattering from the current while her cunt continued to burn under the electrical assault. She screamed again, and her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head..
Ellen's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the awful sight.
There were the men standing there, laughing at this horribly sick scene while she was held there, unable to help her own daughter! Cindy was begging for help, screaming for mercy while the current made her cuntal muscles spasm shut and drag that horrid device even deeper into her pussy hole.
Ed released the button on the box and Cindy slumped on her ropes, her head hanging down while her long hair curtained her flushed face.
"Come here," he ordered Ellen.
Ellen felt the restraining hands drop from her shoulders immediately. What did he want of her? She moved a step, hesitated, then looked at Cindy, and moved another step. She couldn't antagonize him... not now, not with that horrible thing shoved into her daughter's cunt. Later she would have her terrible revenge. But now Ed was in command. When she drew closer she saw that the big mans prick was stiff, pressing hard against his fly. What was he going to do, Fuck her in front of her daughter? Would that make him feel like a man? Once again she fought back the desire to tell him what she really thought of him. That would come later.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock," he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanking her face up against his. She could feel his beer-tainted breath pumping against her nose. "And do a good job of it, or you can change places with Cindy here." Ellen had suspected it would be something like this. She saw her daughter open her eyes and peer down at her mother in surprise. They all wanted to humiliate her in front of Cindy, as they had humiliated the girl in front of her. When the pain became too great in her scalp, Ellen bent her knees, feeling herself ease down to the floor while Ed freed his cock with his other hand.
"Uh!" she gasped.
There it was, the long-dreaded cunt-splitter sticking straight out from his open Levi's. She stared at the thick hard-on jerking in front of her, droplets of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit. She had sucked cock before. She had done it many times with her husband, and had had some wonderful experiences with cock-sucking. But this was a rape, a degradation in front of her own daughter, who hung in front of her tortured and half out of her mind with pain and fear.
Ed pushed his cock closer to her face, demanding once more that she swallow his cockmeat.
Defeated, Ellen remained on her knees, open big her mouth and tilting her head back a little. She felt the fat cockhead slipping over the tip of her tongue, jerking up against her upper teeth, then sliding into her mouth. Ed sighed, his hands dropping to the sides of her head as he bent his knees slightly and pushed his prick in.
Ellen swallowed, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum. After a few moments, she swept her tongue along the underside of the fat prick shaft, tickling the underside of his prickhead, then moving it around the top until she had the big stud groaning like a helpless baby.
For the first time since they had dragged her here, she had one of them under her control. He was helpless, his knees shaking against the sides of her head while his belly tightened with excitement.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, move that hot mouth ... uhhhh, man, oh man, you got good ways to do this, bitch! Man, you've had lots of practice" Ed crooned, smoothing his fingers aver her hair.
He was fucking her mouth faster now, making his hips back and forth, sliding his cock over her tongue until the cockhead brushed over her tonsils and flattened against the back of her throat. Ellen had to tilt her head to one side then in order to breathe, the fat prickhead blocking her throat. She felt his balls pillowing up against her chin while her fingers were pressing her head harder and harder. She moaned, her tits flopping together. Altering her movements, Ellen twisted her head about, feeling her cheeks puff out each time Ed fucked his cock deep into her throat.
Ellen could hear her daughter moaning. Yes, yes, she knew what she was doing embarrassed Cindy. But there was no choice. She remembered how her daughter had looked bouncing on that rope, that horrid dildo causing her all that pain. She had to protect Cindy. She saw movement to her left and caught sight of Chris and Joe watching her !ips move. They wanted her too, but they knew Ed had her first.
In spite of her loathing for these men and what they had done to her and her daughter, Ellen was starting to feel that warm, tight sensation again radiating out from her pussy. She brought her hands down to her cunt, peeling back the outer pussy labes with her thumbs and stroking the hot, slick flesh of her pussy. Were they watching her? Had they noticed? She didn't really give a damn. She groaned again, licking her tongue over the top of his cockhead, then poking the tip teasingly in his piss slit to draw out more of the delicious-tasting pre-cum. Her hair fell over her face while she fucked one finger down deep into her cunt. She felt the tiny muscles start to respond, the cunt wails snugging up against her probing finger while her clit throbbed itchily against her right thumb. Sighing, Ellen pulled back her head, flicking her tongue rapidly over and over the spit-slicked prickhead before plunging back down and flattening her nose against the man's hairy groin.
"Christ! She's gonna go nuts with my rod," Ed gasped.
He was hammering his crotch against her face now, his fingers spread alongside her skull while his knees caught her head and kept it in place.
"Take the fuckin' box. I wanna hear that bitch scream again," he said, nodding to Joe.
What had he said? Ellen stopped her cock sucking, opening her eyes just in time to see Joe with that horrid metal box in his hands.
In a moment, she could hear Cindy shrieking once again. They were torturing her once more, sending voltage through her while laughing at her bouncing body.
But there was little Ellen could do. Her cock-sucking had given her daughter a respite. But now it was business as usual. She let her head fall back down once more, sliding the flat of her tongue along the bulging ridge through which Ed's cum would shoot in a second. She kept curling her tongue around the cock shaft, teasing his prick until the big stud sounded as if he were going wild. Her fingers began flailing around the soft, moist pink flesh of her clit, teasing the tiny organ.
Soon, her daughter's cries had quite a different effect on Ellen. Pumping her mouth back and forth, filling her throat with the big man's prickmeat, Ellen found herself growing more and more aroused until she almost wished one of the men would knock her to the floor and fuck her to death while her daughter watched.
"More! Give that little bitch more current while this slut sucks me off! Fuck, man these two are somethin' else!" Ed cried out, his head thrown back.
Ellen held his fat prick and pumped it in and out of her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly, spit frothing out from her lips and dribbling down her chin. It was wonderful, the best feeling ever, doing this! He had her down on the floor, trapped between his knees, degrading her by fucking her throat while her screaming daughter was being electrocuted above her.
Cindy was going out of her mind, her body bouncing up and down, her cunt feeling as if knives were tearing through the cunt wails and pulling her guts from her body. She looked down every now and then, certain she would see blood flowing from her violated fuck-hole. And there, there was her mother, kneeling down, finger-fucking herself, sucking that man's prick! How she hated Ellen right then, wishing she could kick her in the face. Another jolt of electricity stronger than the others tore the thought from her mind. Only the sheer agony of having her cunt fried had reality for her. Throwing her head back, she screamed like a dying animal.
"Suck it. Come on, baby, suck... uhhhh, yeahhhh!" Ellen felt the spurts of jizz spattering against the back of her throat. He was filling up her mouth with his hot cum, keeping his hairy crotch sealed against her flattened lips while his balls pumped more and more hot cum down her throat. She coughed, gagging on the thick jizz, feeling it start to slime down her throat to her belly. Good! She had placated him. Perhaps now he would release her daughter from the agony of being shot through with all that voltage.
"Man, good! Hey, cunt the juice out from that bitch over there," Ed said, his forehead wrinkling with irritation.
Joe switched off the voltage, and Cindy hung limply from the ropes. She looked down at her cum-drinking mother, fighting back the desire to scream. There were no bad people here at least, among the women. The men were to blame, Cindy realized. She and her mother were only victims. And God only knew how much longer they could remain live victims.
Chapter Seven
"Please, no more, no more," Cindy begged, shaking her head from side to side.
Ed was holding that riding crop again, touching the young girl's tits with it. Ellen sat there, exhausted from having swallowed all that fizz. She brought one hand down around her chin, cleaning herself while she watched with a held breath. No. They wouldn't whip her daughter in front of her! Oh God, only that was missing from this horror. Then Ed smiled, turning toward Ellen.
"I'll bet you were one of those moms who never struck their kids. . . all that psychology shit, right? It's time to try something different now. Never too late." He threw the whip down at Ellen's feet. She stared at the weapon, not believing what she had heard. Whip her own daughter? Cause her more pain than she's suffered already? And to do it in front of these leering men who wanted nothing more than to humiliate them both? "No!" she cried.
"You heard me. You don't have a choice," Ed snarled, picking up the crop and thrusting it into her belly.
Ellen grunted, falling back, her fingers gripping the ribbed handle. It felt warm, almost comfortable in her fingers. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she looked up at Ed and saw he was implacable. Cindy hung there, shaking her head slowly, mouthing the word "no" to her mother. The thought of striking her own daughter sickened Ellen. Scrambling up from the floor, regaining her balance, Ellen dragged the thongs of the crop along the floor, standing in front of her terrified daughter. She thought of bringing the crop down over Ed's leering face. He deserved it. So did the other twos Instead, she raised the weapon and brought it down sharply across Cindy's thighs. The girl shrieked, her legs kicking out.
"That's the way! Harder, harder!" Ed demanded, his hands on his hips.
"No! Momma, no, no, not" Cindy begged, her eyes wide with fear.
"I have to, baby I have to," Ellen moaned, looking into Ed's eyes and seeing the wild gleam burning.
She shuddered, bringing her arm up. The leather whistled through the air, biting into Cindy's belly just above her navel. The girl shrieked her head snapping forward while the air blew from her lungs. Again and again, Ellen whipped her daughter, trying to bring the whiffing leather down on the more supple parts of her body avoiding spots where she could cause serious injury.
But the girl didn't notice her mother's care. She screamed obscenities down at Ellen, calling her every name she could think of while her body jerked and bounced out the creaking pulleys.
"That's it! Make her know she's getting a good beating!" Ed urged.
Ellen found herself caught up with the contagious wildness of Ed and the others. As much as she had tried to fight back, she now found herself brought into the excitement. For a change, she was inflicting punishment on this poor girl, even if the girl was her own daughter.
"Yaghghghhh!" Cindy cried.
Ellen felt her pulse quicken while her body grew damp with perspiration. She felt a warm flush making her cheeks burn and her belly hot. Spreading her legs apart for better balance, the woman whipped Cindy again and again, the leather starting to leave long red marks on the girl's flesh. In a moment, she found herself enjoying her daughter's shrill screams of pain.
When Ellen appeared to grow tired, Joe switched on the box, making the dildo come alive in Cindy's cunt once more. The blonde teenager shrieked, her legs kicking Out and twitching while her tits bounced up and down more savagely than before. Ellen dropped the whip, falling to her knees and stretching her clasped hands out to Ed.
"Please, please . . leave her alone. Don't make her endure this anymore," she begged, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Ed cursed, seeing that Cindy had already passed out. He could only see the whites of her eyes, and her body merely swayed from side to side, even with the full current sparking through her emit. Cutting of the voltage, he walked over to the still, hanging girl, pulling the dildo from her pussy, then ordering Chris and Joe to bring her down. Ellen murmured thanks, hugging herself, wondering if she would ever be able to forgive herself for having beaten her own daughter like that.
"Take the garbage back to the rooms over there," Ed said, checking his wristwatch. "Separate rooms. Don't want 'em moanin' away together and gettin' all mushy. They'll have plenty of time for that later." Joe dragged Cindy away, her toes scraping over the floor while Chris manhandled Ellen. She sobbed, keeping her face away from her daughter, wondering if Cindy would ever forgive her for the horror she had caused her. With a shove, Chris pushed the woman into a small room, slamming the door behind her. There was only silence, the silence in which she could think about what she'd done. Falling onto her knees, Ellen broke into sobs, wondering how she could ever forgive herself.
In another room, Cindy came to her senses slowly, trembling. She could still almost feel that awful thing in her cunt, shooting out sparks, making her pussy ache and quiver while she endured the savage beating from that whip. That had been the hardest thing to endure watching her mother gleefully beating her, bringing the weapon down again and again against her flesh until she finally passed out from the overload of' sensations.
What Cindy tried to push from her mind was the fact that, just before she had fainted, she had cum and cum hard. Her mother's whipping had pushed her over the edge. The men hadn't noticed, and Ellen certainly was unaware of it. Rut Cindy had felt her cuntal muscles snap shut on the electrified dildo, drawing the thing farther up into her fuck-hole and milking at it.
Cindy rose from the floor, scratching her head and feeling weaker than ever. It seemed Eke ages since Joe and Chris had abducted her from the sidewalk and dragged her here. How much had happened to her! What a different girl she was now! Then footsteps coming up to the door made her shrink back and push those uncomfortable thoughts from her mind. She would have more than enough time to think of them later. Right now she felt herself shrinking from the sounds of those boots, feeling like a bug about to be squashed. Ohhh, if only she could somehow transport herself away from here and be safely in h& bed! That thought made the teen feel even worse. She bit down on her pouty lower lip, drawing her hands over her tits and bringing her knees together.
The door flew open and a stream of yellow light flooded into the daftness. Cindy shielded her eyes, seeing that it was Chris.
"The other guys are upstairs havin' a beer and congratulatin' themselves on what they done," he said, wiping his nose with one hand. "I got better things to do down here than drink." Cindy wished he would change his mind. She curled up more tightly in the corner, wishing she could sink away from the blond guy. When he came toward her, she began to moan, her body shivering as if she had felt a deathly chill come over her.
Chris liked seeing that in a woman. He kicked her foot, hearing her cry out. Then he raised his left leg, placing the heel just below her throat. She jerked her hands up, holding them protectively over her windpipe just as Chris dropped his heel against her.
He kicked her flat, pressing down until her head banged the floor. She fought against the foot, her legs kicking up, hitting him against the shins while her fingers clutched at the rough Levi material. She pushed with all her might, writhing under the pressure while Chris turned his boot and pressed the filthy sole against her lips.
"Come on and lick it, baby. That's the way, lick my boot real nice and clean." Cindy nearly retched at the thought of doing what he said. But as the seconds ticked by, the pressure against her throat increased. She had no choice. The memory of that terrible electrified dildo in her cunt told the teenagers these men would stop at nothing to get their way.
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and licking the filth from Chris' boot tip. He laughed, watching her, moving his boot around, instructing her 'to clean out the wells with her tongue. At least, Cindy thought, the pressure against her windpipe had lessened. He was more concerned about watching the dirty black leather being cleaned with her tongue and lips. Three times, the girl turned her head, spitting out the vile mixture of spit and dirt while she held her belly with both hands to keep from vomiting.
"Good dog, baby, good dog. Man, you missed your callin," Chris said with a laugh, watching as Cindy finished lapping the second boot. He pulled his feet away, watching the girl spit out the last mixture, then scoot into her corner, hoping this would be the end. "But we still got some time. I got me a set of clean boots. Ain't got a place to go yet, but I need somethin' else cleaned out." He winked, motioning to the girl to follow him.
Cindy wiped a tear from under her eye and started to get up. He stopped her with a palms down gesture.
"You're so fuckin' good at lickin'. You're gonna get outta here on all fours, like a bitch dog. Come on, baby, come on," he said with a low laugh, clapping his hands in front of him and backing out of the worn.
Getting into a crouched position, the girl began crawling forward, her tits pulling sexily down from her upper chest. When she put her right hand forward, Chris came down with the heel of one boot, crushing it against her knuckles. Falling to her face, Cindy begged him to take his foot away, but he increased the pressure. Raising his other foot, the young stud kicked her in the face, 'pressing the filthy sole against her lips. Cindy twisted her face away from his foot, shouting again, collapsing to the floor as she thought for sure he had broken her hand.
"Come on, get up!" Chris shouted, dragging her head up by her hair and pulling her forward.
Cindy sobbed, getting back on her hands and knees, her fingers hurting from the injury. The young blonde crawled that way into the large room, warily eyeing the pulley assembly she had become all too familiar with in the past few hours. Groaning as Chris pulled her hair to the right, she followed.
"Over there," Chris said.
He pulled her to the right, dragging Cindy over the floor until she felt her chin bang against something. Looking down and focusing her eyes, she found herself staring into a filthy toilet bowl. Rearing back, the girl didn't care if strands of her hair were tearing from her scalp. She kept pulling from Chris, even though he grabbed more hair and' twisted it around.
"Hey, bitch, you're gonna do what I want even though you don't like it. Now come here." Thank God, there was no shit in the toilet. But Cindy thought she could smell pin in the fetid water. Chris dragged her back go the open bowl. He had her chin pressed up against the front of the rim now. Holding her shoulders, he kicked her knees up against the then grabbed her hair once more and started pushing her face toward the water. Cindy balked, her hands jerking up and gripping the tip of the toilet bowl. She pushed up with all her might, doing everything she could to prevent him from dunking her face into the water.
"You're gonna lick it clean, you understand? You're gonna be my toilet bowl cleaner for the night."
"No, no!," Cindy nearly retched at the thought. Her arm muscles bulged as she fought against the pressure. But her resistance was useless. He was pushing her down into the mess, his right hand gripping her neck now while his knees wedged her body tightly against the stool. In a moment, her hair was dipping in to the water. Her nostrils flared, the sour bile rising iii her throat as she saw her reflection in the still, yellowish water. Her breaths stirred the surface.
Again, Cindy tried to twist her body away from the big guy above her. But nothing could prevent the inevitable. With one push, Chris shoved her face into the piss-stained water.
Cindy felt the cold wetness cover her face. It was like diving into a pool. Suddenly all the sounds around her had been drowned out. She heard a faint gurgling around her ears while the filthy liquid splashed around her eyes and nose. She gasped, feeling the resulting bubbles tickle her chin and cheeks. Her fingers still gripped the toilet bowl lip, working against the slick porcelain. She was vainly trying to lift her head from the water.
Chris pulled her head out after a few seconds of submersion. Cindy twisted her head around and coughed, spitting out the foul mixture. She smelled something awful and realized to her dismay that it was her. He was laughing at her, pressing his knees even harder against her body to keep her steady while his fingers never left her neck. When Cindy trje4 reasoning with him, saying she would do an$'thing if he let her go, she got another dunking.
"Ungngnffff!" This time she had prepared herself somewhat, having sucked in a deep breath before having her face pushed into the toilet bowl once again. This time Chris kept her under the foul water longer than before. She began blowing out small breaths of air as her lungs began to burn. Her fingers slipped along the outside of the bowl while the water was starting to fill up her ears and nostrils. When he kicked her, the girl found herself blowing out all her oxygen. She was suffocating, drowning in this filthy toilet bowl! Her knees went out from under her as she clawed at the smooth porcelain, struggling once more to pull her head from the filthy liquid.
"Don't like it down there, I thought you'd dig somethin' like that... real kinky, real neat. There's more for you too, bitch. You're gonna dig it," he said, pulling her head from the bowl and dragging the coughing girl away from the toilet.
Cindy felt the room spinning round her as she sucked in air to feed her lungs. She had nearly drowned in that horrid toilet. And he was obviously going to do more to her. She felt her naked ass dragging over the concrete, her knees striking objects and turning them over. Chris didn't seem to care what was happening around them. He had his mind set on something else, pulling her after him like an old sack.
"Hey, what the fuck you doin' down there?" Ed shouted from above.
"Just finish your beer. I ain't hurtin' nothing," Chris called back.
"It's not true! He's killing me!" Cindy shouted.
But her plea was met only with cruel laughter from upstairs. He pulled her a few. feet more to the left, then droppe4 her to the floor. Looking up, Cindy found' herself near an old fashioned bathtub. It stood against one wall, its surface supported by four lion-like legs that were brown with rust. For a moment the girl thought he was going to give her a bath, which she needed now in the worst way.
"You like to scream and shout, eh?" he said, his face darkening.
For a moment, Cindy thought he was going to hit her with the back of his hand. She had been struck so many times this evening she was growing numb to it. She almost wished he would hit her so she could show him how she defied pain.
"I'll give you something to yell about. When I'm through with you here, you won't be able to stop shouting." He reached for her wrist, his face close, his boot heels rubbing hard against her knees. "When I'm through with you you'll be yellin' for somethin' like a prison. It would be better than you'll get here." She could hear more laughter from upstairs.
Obviously, Ed and Joe approved of what Chris was doing. Cursing, he dragged her up until she was half-standing, half-kneeling, her back against the tub. With another push, he knocked her down into the bottom, her legs scissoring overhead while her arms flailed out to either side. She whimpered, her taut asscheeks flattening against the cold, hard surface. Immediately, Cindy scooted back, her heels near the drain while her spine pressed against the curved surface.
"Stay where you are. There's no place you can run to, anyway," Chris said.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, her lower lip trembling as she looked around and wondered what he was going to do. Chris tore off his boots and pants, turning around and dropping them behind him. Cindy cringed, the cold porcelain sending shudders through her. She could feel the skin around her nipples tightening, making her nipples stand out while goose bumps broke out all ova her tits. Tucking her knees back against her tits, she watched him as he finished undressing. Moving away into the shadows, Chris kicked several things from his path, turning on a sink faucet. Cindy could hear the water running, could hear him gulping it down. When he returned, his prick was partially hard, swinging as he walked.
"Now, you do what I tell you. Understand?"
"Yes, yes," she whimpered.
He was so young, so handsome, and yet so evil. He had learned from the others all too well. And as he climbed into the tub, standing in front of her, Cindy could only guess as to what new horrors lay in store for her.
Chapter Eight
"Ow!" Cindy yelped.
Chris had gripped her hair, jerking her forward until she was back on her knees, her hands hanging uselessly down on either side of her body. Her tits rose and fell as she sucked in gusting breaths while her thighs spread out against the cold porcelain tub. Cindy refused to look up at the blond stud.
"Look at me! Look at me!" he shouted, dropping his hand, then bringing the back of it hard against her right cheek. "Ooooffff!" The force of that blow knocked Cindy to the side, her body sprawling over the tub. Still stunned from the slap, Cindy was about to try to crawl back to her original fetal position when she felt something very hot and wet splattering against her thigh. Blinking her eyes clear, she looked up and saw a thin yellowish stream coming from Chris' cock. God, he was pissing on her! She sucked in a ragged breath as the piss cascaded over her stomach. His piss felt warm spilling over into her navel, slicking down her tits, rushing over her inner thighs. She felt the droplets spraying onto her lips and screamed, covering her face with both hands.
"I thought I told you I didn't want you to move, Chris said, braving himself against the tub while kicking at the teenager.
Cindy shook her head, feeling herself growing sicker as she heard the piss urging down the drain in front of her. She didn't want him to butt her, and knew if she cooperated she would be safe at least for the time being. But to have him pissing on her as if she were a human toilet.., it was almost too much to ask.
"Now, you gonna cooperate?" Cindy felt herself teetering on the brink of an abyss. She couldn't say no and expect not to be knocked around even more. But the thought of having this man piss on her this way sickened her. She saw his fingers curling and uncurling, aching to slap and beat her. Biting her low lip, she nodded her head.
"That's better," he said.
He pulled her forward again, raising her chin a little. Cindy closed her eyes. He didn't say anything about keeping her eyes open. In a moment, she felt the pies moving Up to her tits, to her throat, then back down to her cunt once again. She felt him spraying his piss up and down her inner thighs, laughing softly as the piss slicked her cuntal hairs. When she felt the hot piss spraying over her chin, she raised her hand, clasping the palm over her mouth to muffle the gagging that ripped through her throat.
"Gone dry anyway," he muttered, climbing over the top of the tub and pattering away into the dark once more.
Cindy sighed, shuddering. She didn't want to touch any part of herself. She had been befouled by this man, covered with his piss, and she was reeking like an open sewer. She wanted to wail, but knew the guy would only laugh. Her hands came down. The awful stream of piss had stopped. She could be grateful for that, at least. There would be a few moments of peace before he would return.
Again there was the sound of running water. Again he was drinking. Cindy's heart sank as she heard him returning. There he was, climbing back in the tub, his cock bobbing up and down. He covered a watery belch with his palm. He stood there, his legs apart, spread on either side of her heaving belly. Cindy felt so naked, so helpless kneeling like this in front of Chris. She was amazed he could stand the foul smell rising around her. He was bending his knees a little, fingering his prick.
"Open that pretty mouth, or I'll pry it open so hard you won't be able to close it for a mouth," he said, his voice curdling.
Cindy shuddered, doing as she was told. She took deep breaths, her tits lifting and rubbing against one another as she tried to prepare herself for the ultimate degradation. While she waited there the girl felt something odd happening, as if a switch had been thrown deep inside her. She felt her cunt rising; stiffening as her' knees hurt pressed against the piss-stained surface of the porcelain tub. He made her open her eyes now, made her stare at him while be started pissing all over again.
"Uh....uhhhh!" Chris started once more, directing the strew of piss slowly along her chin, then moving up to her lips, into her mouth, over her tongue. When it spattered between her eyes, Cindy closed her lids. Chris liked that a willing prisoner, kneeling there in front of him, her face covered with his piss.
Something snapped inside the girl. She felt the terrible pus cascading all over her body, slicking her down until she nearly vomited with disgust. The stink was growing worse and worse. And, for some odd reason, the hot, itchy feeling between her legs was growing more and more concentrated. She felt her clit swelling, feeling as if it were about to burst. What on earth was happening to her? "All right, baby, that's it. Come on, bring yourself up to me now." Cindy did as she was told, drawn to him like a moth to a fire. She raised herself a little, tilting her head back like a little bird and opening her mouth wide. She met his eyes with hers staring at him as she drank more and more of the gurgling piss. She could feel it sloshing around over her tonsils, splashing over her teeth before spilling out from the corners of her open mouth.
Just as he went dry, her cunt contracted. She whipped her hips, throwing her head back, her long hair dancing alone her shoulders. Cindy's eyes screwed into a thin squint while her hands cupped her cunt, the thumbs peeling back her outer cunt lips.
"Let me, baby. That's the least I can do," Chris offered. He raised his left foot, his palms flat on the sides of the tub for balance.
Through the red fog that had settled over her brain, Cindy saw that his neck muscles were bulging, his cock jerking up and down. She felt. him guiding his big toe into her cunt, pushing it up until the jagged nail was rubbing against her clit. Cindy fell backward, her arms jerking to either side of her body as if they were electrocuting her again. Chris jabbed more of his toe up into her cunt, fucking her with it, watching as she twitched and squirmed under the attack.
When it was over he withdrew his foot, scraping it along her thigh. He was still peering down at her, his face contorted with a kind of insane passion Cindy had only seen on the movie screen. Normally, she would have been terrified. But she wanted the same damnable things he did. They we propelling one another along this sick path.
"Don't move." Again, the command. Again, the obedience. He turned around, belching. His stomach gurgled. He got into a hands-on-hip position, jutting his bare ass at her. At first, she was confused as to what he was going to do to her next. Then she smelled something awful, something that reminded her of shit. He was farting in her face, bending over a little more, his balls dangling. He was bracing both his palms on the tub's sides to keep from slipping on the piss coating the bottom.
Cindy cupped her hands over her mouth, wanting to scramble from the awful place as quickly as she could. But there was no way she could escape in time. She smelled another fart.
This one more sickeningly pungent than the other. Once again, fear and anger swelled in her. But the anger wasn't strong enough for her to resist. He was forcing her knees apart. Cindy gagged, feeling her belly muscles tense and knot in cramps.
He was forcing her wider when the first of the turds fell, spattering on her stomach. The reverberations echoed deep through her body as she waited for more of the smelly discharge. She could see that Chris was close to cumming. His cockhead was a deep purple, and he looked back and watched as his shit dropped onto the young girl.
"Uhhhhh!" Cindy thought she would die as more and more shit fell in long, stringy brown clumps from the man's asshole. This had to be the ultimate degradation, one human being shitting on another. As he shit the last of his turds, he slapped his cock, wheeling around, then threw himself onto the girl's belly, guiding her hand to his cock. He ordered her to put his prick in her pussy. Cindy was too horrified to disobey.
Spreading herself like a whore, she wrapped her legs round his hips, drawing his cock into her. She rocked him even as she made her hips roll up and down, countering the side-to-side movements. Her asscheeks slid on the filthy piss and shit. The odor was strong enough to make anyone else sick. But Cindy didn't feel ill at all now. She loved the way they thrashed about, covering the lower walls of the tub with the mixed filth, covering themselves with the waste as he fucked her harder and faster. Andy's face was red with the pleasure she felt.
She urged him on, cursing with words she hardly even knew. He had indeed turned her into a wanton woman, an insane slut who wanted to degrade herself in the worst possible way. She felt her cunt bending back, sputtering against his cock while her ankles struck the sides of the tub again and again.
"Ahhhhhl"
"Yeah!".
They were both cumming, her body one big clenching cunt as she felt her pussy walls grabbing hold of his cum-shooting prick and holding it firmly while he filled her with his jizz. Cindy wanted it, wanted it all as they writhed in the piss and shit, cumming together.
How long had she orgasmed this way, the girl didn't know. When she came to, she saw Chris climbing from the tub, going into a metal shower stall and cleaning himself. He left her there stewing in the skit and pin without looking back. Cindy thought of the men upstairs, about what they would think if they were to come down now and see her like this. She could imagine the laughter, the pointing and knees slapping as she lay there.
Cindy waited until she got out, then she left the tub and entered the shower stall. How good the water felt cleansing her body. Cindy stayed in as long as she dared, turning under the spray, feeling the spicy sting of the droplets as she washed away the piss and slit clinging to her body.
How she wished she could stay like this under the water as if it were a magic wall protecting her from Chris and the others. They could find another girl, kidnap someone else from the street. Or, there was her mother. Yes, Cindy thought with a smile, turning off the water and gingerly puffing back the yellow shower curtain. Her mother would probably enjoy something like this. Wouldn't she have laughed with erotic joy, spinning around in this tub, having herself pissed and slit on, then fucked out of her mind? Cindy stopped, covering her face with both hands and sobbing violently. What had happened to her? Was she insane? What had she been thinking? One look at that tub, and the girl couldn't believe that she had done what she'd done. The smell made her stagger back against the shower stall.
"You don't think you're gonna leave it like this, do you? Clean it up," Chris ordered, kicking a bucket of disinfectant toward her.
Cindy scrubbed the tub clean, fighting back the desire to vomit right in the drain. She ran water through the wire brush, watching the last of their "lovemaking" go down the drain. Cindy dropped the brush into the tub, leaning heavily against the rim and trying to regain some sense of reality. She and her mother had been down, here so long with these men, she had nearly forgotten that there was a real world out there only a few blocks away.
"Not bad. Not bad. You know, we ought to share you around with others," Chris said, scratching his chin. "There's others out there, guys who'd love to take a crack at you." Share? Were they going to drag more men down here so they could fuck both her and her mother mindless? Cindy closed her eyes, thinking of a room filled with men like these. To her surprise, she felt a surge of excitement rush through her, along with the fear.
So, the guys had won, after all.
Cindy wasn't sure about her mother, but she knew just how she felt right now with Chris, Ed and Joe. It was all the teenager could do to keep from smiling.
Chris gripped her by the arm and pulled her from the tub, making her sit on a small three-legged stool. Cindy obeyed, her gaze cast down modestly, her arms tucked in slightly to protect her nipples. There were sounds all around her, sounds of boots clattering down the steps. Then Cindy could make out shouting a woman's voice. It had to be her mother locked up somewhere down here. She was beating at the wood, shouting at the top of her lungs. Ed stopped, catching the sound and smiling.
"Sounds like your old lady wants out. Probably wants some of the action you've been getting," he said with a wink.
Cindy smiled wanly; looking at Chris and wondering if he would tell the men about their bathtub orgy. There was no smell in the room, the disinfectant having taken care of that. Ed didn't even seem curious about what had taken place.
Ed looked down at his wristwatch. "These two cunts have been real good. We've spent most of the time with em. Usually, we get tired of the bitches earlier. That's good, real good.
We're gonna keep you ladies on file." Cindy didn't know bow to feel. But something inside her just wouldn't respond negatively. She still sat there primly, her hands clasped while Ed circled behind her and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. She found herself pushing back against his hand shamelessly like a dog. She liked the way he was touching her and wished he would run his hands all 'over her body, as he'd done before.
"Wire her up before we let the old lady back in," Ed snapped.
The words cunt through her like a burning branding iron. Cindy was about to open her mouth when Joe and Chris grabbed either arm, yanking her up from the stool. Ed looked on as the two men dragged her back toward the pulleys. At first she thought they were going to hang her from the ceiling again. But there were other plans.
Ed strolled behind the two men, rummaging around in that dreaded cabinet and pulling out a four-foot long cross bar. Lowering the overhead pulley rope, he attached the wooden pole to an adjustable eye hook, raising it once more until it was almost three feet from the floor. Joe and Chris pushed Cindy to the concrete, pulling both legs out until her ankles touched either end of the rod. Chris pulled out two lengths of leather stripping from his back pocket, handing one to Joe while wrapping his around and around the girl's ankle and the pole.
Cindy watched mutely, her eyes rolling up now and then to the ceiling. She knew they were going to hang her upside down. They were going to hang her like a piece of meat, then bring in her mother and watch the horror spread over Ellen's face once more.
"Okay," Joe said, testing the thongs and finding them taut.
"Then up she goes."' Cindy heard the creaking of the winch, felt the tension against her legs as her ass dragged forward over the floor. She was directly under the pulleys now, her ankles rising, her back flattening against the floor. Cindy brought her hands forward, stretching them up as if she could somehow untie the ropes holding her captive. It was futile. In a moment, her legs were straight up in the air, kept spread apart by the pole. Her shoulders were dragging over the concrete now. Cindy found herself completely hung from her ankles, her head swinging three inches from the floor while her hair swept like a broom over the filthy concrete.
"Ohhhhh The blood rushed to her head, making Cindy feel a little weak and dizzy. She felt the leather thongs tightening around her ankles. as her body weight pulled her down.
"Now, get the old lady. We're gonna have some fun here. You might get a chance to get back at that cunt after she's whipped the fuck out of you." There was scuffling behind her, then the sound of her mother's voice.
"Oh, my God! What have you done to her?"
"Fat chance you care, considering the way you beat the snot out of her." Ellen had stewed with that thought for the past hour, hearing sounds outside the door of her tiny cell and guessing they were tormenting her daughter. She had thought of the feelings that bad shot through her wind at the time, and she felt miserably ashamed of herself now. She would beg Cindy's forgiveness. She would let the men do anything to her just as long as they would let her daughter go. Then Ellen caught sight of Cindy hanging by ha feet, her tits banging against her chin, the marks of her latest beating still visible on her white flesh and her heart sank in despair. No, these men weren't going to listen to her pleas. They were going to have both women until they had simply tired of them.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Ellen whispered as they dragged her forward.
She caught sight of her daughter's tear blurred eyes. How Cindy hated her! She could see that in her eyes! How would she ever repay her daughter for all the pain she'd caused her? The thought troubled Ellen as she watched Cindy swinging from the ceiling.
Chapter Nine
"Now, you put the clamps on her," Ed said, rolling the portable generator over to the hanging young girl.
Cindy roiled her eyes toward her mother, tears filling them as she looked first at Ellen, then at the three men standing spread-legged around them.
"No, I won't... I won't do it!" Ellen cried. Ed took Ellen by the shoulders, pushing her back roughly until she fell on her ass. She watched as he grabbed the horrid riding crop that now lay on the floor, snapping it as he had done so many times before, threatening her and her daughter with it. Still, the naked woman refused to bend to his will. She had done too much, suffered too much. She wouldn't let him bully her any longer.
Ellen set her jaw firmly, backing away from him, her hands behind her back as she shook her head. Ed cracked the leather thongs, making her shake then slide back. Her terror-stricken eyes took in her daughter, then the man pursuing her. Ellen turned and ran on all fours, speeding out of his reach.
But Chris caught her, sticking out one leg and tripping her. She fell, her forehead scraping against the ground. Quickly, Ellen regained her balance; looking nervously over one shoulder as Ed pursued her, snapping the crop over his head.
When she crashed into Joe, Ellen knew the game was over. He was holding the screaming woman down by the shoulders while Ed came up. Without another word, he swung the weapon down, the knotted ends smacking her thighs again and again until she thought he was skinning her alive. The whip crashed against her body, the leather biting into her cunt. There was no place safe from the weapon. Ellen arched her spine her legs kicking out while her tits slapped together. When the crop bit into her nipple flesh a fourth time, the woman relented, sobbing that she would do anything if only he would stop hurting her.
"Knew it wouldn't take much. She's probably just achin' to try out something new with us." He brought the crop down one last time, the thongs biting into her ass flesh.
Ellen jerked forward, her body snapping like a rubber band. Recoiling from another blow, she shouted again that she would do anything, tears flooding from her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Then take the clamps and wire your daughter up." It was the saddest thing she'd had to do in her life, Ellen thought, meekly crawling back to the generator and picking up the wires. They were heavy, the clamps at the end looking as if they had been used many times before. Some of the metal teeth were broken. She shivered, wondering how many other women had been strung up this way. She hesitated only a moment, startled into action with another snap of the whip near her right ear.
Ellen closed her ears to her daughter's pleas, opening two clamps and fixing them to the girl's nipples. Cindy squealed like a stuck pig, her body jigging on the ropes. Again, Ellen ignored her daughter, bringing another clamp to a position an inch or so just below her clit. It was there Ed particularly wanted her to attach the clamp, laughing as the girl screamed at the biting metallic touch.
"You're a good mother, baby. You wanna make sure she gets the most current in the best places," Ed said.
Ellen looked around, wondering if there was more to do. Ed motioned to a loose wire sticking from the generator, indicating that he wanted it shoved up Cindy's asshole. The girl protested violently, trying to jerk her body up, then sagging back down, her hair sweeping in long circles around the floor. Ellen poked the wire up the girl's ass, feeding inch after inch into her daughter's bowels until Cindy was making gurgling sounds. Her flesh tensed, puckering into goose pimples while she still twisted against the restraining ropes.
"Two more. These two attached to this. Put it around her forehead." It was an adjustable iron crown, looking like the band she'd seen condemned men wear in all those old crime movies. Again, the whip cracked above her head. Moving quickly, the woman slipped the band around her daughter's forehead, cinching it tightly, then attaching two clamps to the steel near Cindy's ears.
"That's good. You're pretty damned good for an amateur," Ed commented.
"Hell, she's had plenty of practice right here. She'll be ready for anything after this," Joe remarked, laughing softly.
"Now, it's your turn on the ropes, Mama. Over here." Ellen shuffled in the direction indicated, stopping some ten feet away from her wired daughter.
"You can see each other. That's good. You gotta see one another for this to work," Ed said, pushing her down to the floor.
Chris and Joe helped, scooping up the woman slid holding her upside down while Ed opened two cuffs. Ellen felt her body scraping against theirs, felt her tits rolling against her chin, felt her feet brushing against the low overhead beams.
There was nothing in her now no fear, no terror, not a drop of excitement. It was as if they had washed everything clean from her soul with that terrible act of wiring up her daughter. She let them do what they pleased with her, feeling like dead wood. The woman barely felt the iron cuffs snapped tightly 'around her ankles. Both men let her go, leaving her body swinging upside down as was Cindy's, the resulting stress against her ankle flesh making the cuffs cunt cruelly into her skin. Was she bleeding? Ellen didn't care. Ellen didn't care about anything any longer as she hung there like a bat, her blonde hair dangling.
"Now, it's my pleasure to do the honors," Ed said mockingly. I There were more feelings the pain of haying both nipples clamped, of haying a wire shoved up her ass, of having another clamp attached just below her tit, of having a metal crown similar to her daughter's slipped over her head. Still, the women felt an odd kind of numbness swell over her. She blinked her eyes, staring at Cindy. It was awful seeing her daughter that way, the wires tugging at her cunt and tits. And yet there was something beautifully awesome in it all.
Satisfied he had both women hooked up, Ed strode to the generator, switching the small control box on. The steady humming sound attracted the attention of both women. Now Ellen began to sweat, twisting in her bonds, feeling the clamps biting down on her nipples and cunt while the wire in her asshole seemed to wriggle in deeper.
Joe pulled out two smaller boxes from behind the generator, wired to the main power source. He was placing them at arm's reach of each upside-down woman. Tentatively, Ellen stretched out her right hand and found her fingers could just barely grasp the end of that small box. She noticed as well that there was a dial on the top.
"I'm gonna make this real fair," Ed said, his fingers resting on top of the generator. "I can send juice into you any time I want. But you sluts can modify it any way' you like. That's what the transformers are for. But you're gonna have to fight for 'em. They're almost outta reach." Cindy felt a rush of excitement as she stretched one arm out and brushed the transformer with her fingertips. If she could stretch out just a little more .
"So, we'll start now.
Ed switched on the current and sent low voltage streaming out through the wires to both women. Cindy jerked, her knees bending slightly while her flesh tightened around her nipples and cunt. The clamps around her nipples seemed to be biting down a little harder, the prickly teeth nibbling at her sensitive tit flesh, while the wires around her cunt were making the tiny pussy muscles contract, relax, and contract again in a steady milking fashion. The wire up her ass grew very warm, caressing her bowels. More startling was the steel band around her head. A buzzing, ringing sensation began in her brain, making Cindy gasp in fear. She had heard stories about shock therapy, about how it had been used in all the old madhouses. People came out worse than they were when wheeled in. 'She recovered herself, stretching one hand out to the transformer.
"That's the way. You get yours first, and then you can send your current into your mother. That's what you want, right? You want the old lady to pay for what she's done to you. Right, baby?" Cindy ignored the taunts, grinding her teeth together while reaching out for the box. There! She took hold, of the box, bringing it closer to her. It was hard to see the small marked digits around the dial while she was upside down. But it didn't matter. Cindy knew a twist of the dial would relieve her of the electricity and would send the voltage into her mother. Ellen deserved it, Cindy thought bitterly, gripping the dial. She wasn't going to look at Ellen. She knew she would hear the, results of her move. With one clockwise turn, Cindy moved the dial and felt an immediate cessation of the burning current. "Eaghghhhh!" Ellen rasped.
Ellen had been watching what her daughter was doing, and she did nothing to counter it. She felt she deserved the pain. Hanging there from her cuffs, she waited for the increase while her heart pounded. But the woman had no idea that increase would be so painful. Her body curved back, her spine arching until she thought it would break. Her jaw spasmed open, her tongue wagging out like a dog's while her tits flopped back and forth against her chin. The band around her head was like a crown of thorns now, piercing pain shooting through her scalp and into her skull. Ellen's eyelids fluttered while her nostrils flared from the agony searing her body. Her arms were spasming, flopping against the cement floor.
And they were all laughing at her, pointing to her jerking, twisting body and laughing! Ellen hated them all, grinding her teeth and puffing that transformer closer to her. She would show them. She would show her daughter not to hurt her own mother. With a twist, Ellen stopped the current, overriding Cindy's transformer and sending an increase surging into her daughter.
"Yaghghghhhh!" Cindy felt the voltage bite into her body. Her eyes flew open as she stared wildly around her. Cindy's lips grew purple while her head whipped from side to side, her face a blur. Diamonds of spit stood out on her lips while explosion after explosion blasted through her head. Cindy's body snapped and whipped as if someone were beating her with a rod. Giant mouths alternately sucked and bit at her cunt and tits while her ass guts seemed to be cooking around that wire.
The girl screamed as loudly as she could, the agony the worst she had endured during her captivity. Her mother had paid her back for her disobedience, sending this amperage into her and nearly killing her.
Again, Cindy's fingers crawled for the transformer. But her mind was clouded now. It was all she could do to keep from choking on her own spit as the current kept on surging through her body, burning her cunt, tits and ass.
Chapter Ten
Ellen shrieked in agony, feeling as if she had been hit by a truck.
Somehow, Cindy had managed to grip her transformer and turn the dial all the way, sending the maximum amount of current rushing into her mother's body.
Ellen felt the pain inside her cunt grow enormous. Giant claws tore at her organs while she thought she could smell burning flesh. She shuddered and jerked on the restraining overhead cuffs, her body in constant motion now. Her hands were flailing all over, while the transformer seemed completely out of reach. Her tits and belly and cunt and shifter were electrified. It felt as if a thousand voices were screaming in her head, while her skull shattered under the pressure of the raging voltage. Everything was happening at once. Her nipples were swollen, her cunt was raw, her asshole felt as if someone were tearing it open with claws.
And, strangely, Ellen was feeling her cunt tighten and spasm again and again, one climax spilling into another as she hung there and fried.
Gripping the transformer finally, she twisted the dial all the way, sending an equal amount of electricity soaring through the wires and into her daughter's body.
Cindy shrieked, surprised at the new attack. The girl curled her body halfway up, then let it fall back down while her head swung back and forth over the floor. A raging fire swept down from her sore nipples to her cunt, finally exploding into her asshole. Cindy felt the electricity cutting through her like shards of glass, severing all her nerves while her head pounded continually with the increased amperage.
And, like her mother, the girl felt her climax erupt, helpless to control the hot jerking in her cunt and the tearing sensation in her cunt.
Both women shuddered more and more in their bonds, their faces red, their bodies writhing until some of the wires on each dislodged.
"That's enough," Ed said, shutting down the machine.
Cindy and Ellen kept on twisting and twitching, their bodies having been set into motion by the harsh voltage. Cindy was the first to hit the floor, her right leg, then her left coming free from the pole. She tumbled backward, her body thudding against the concrete. The girl let out a scream, doubling over and rolling around like a circus clown. Her arms spasmed while her tongue kept licking over her lips in frenzied movements. Joe followed her, kicking her. several times in the ass, then finally catching he in a corner and back handing her three times. Cindy snapped to, staring up at him with wide-open eyes.
"What are you going to do to me? What more can you do to me?" she shrieked, her hands out, her face red with stress and exhaustion.
Joe bent down and picked her up while Chris and Ed were releasing her mother from the overhead cuffs.
The girl scrambled to her feet, giving her mother a hateful glance. Ellen wanted to reach out to her daughter, to comfort her in spite of what they had done to one another. But she could see she had done too much for a reconciliation right now. She saw them dragging Cindy off to one corner. There was silencer then a scream that made her jump to her feet.
"What are you doing to my daughter? Tell me!" she demanded.
"yqhghghbhhhh!"
"Come over and see." Ed pushed Ellen forward, holding her by the nut with one hand. The woman didn't have far to go before she saw something so grotesque she
They had fitted Cindy with a strange leather belt cinched tightly around her waist. Two dildos were attached one in front, a thicker, shorter one in back. Joe had already slipped the first dildo into the girl's cunt, making her spread her legs until her knees bent. The other was prodding her asshole, Chris trying to work the fat cockhead into her shifter. Cindy was screaming, her face red, her eyes bulging out, her tits jerking.
Chris managed to push the full length of that plastic prick into the girl's ass, screwing the fat fucker up her shitter. Cindy let out a shout, then fell half-conscious against Joe, her gasps filling the room.
Ellen couldn't believe she was seeing he daughter fucked in that horrid way. Her eyes widened as she watched Cindy twitch against the men, her arms limp at her sides.
"You both like gettin' fucked and worked over. We're gonna have g good relationship you and me," Ed said, slapping Ellen lightly across the face.
The woman raged against him, flying at his face with her curled fingers. He backed away, laughing at her, grabbing her by the wrists and twisting them around until she was on the floor sobbing in pain, her daughter still half-conscious behind her.
"Let's take her over to the pillory. Meanwhile, wake that little bitch un?' Ed said.
Joe shook Cindy by the shoulders, slapping her continually until she finally came around. They had her down on the floor now, crouched on all fours. Chris was the first to move in, pulling out his cock and rubbing it against the girl's lips.
"Come on, baby, come on and suck me off," Chris said, pushing his prick against her lips.
Joe bent down and fucked the dildo back and forth in Andy's ass. The girl shivered, her jaws slackening at the slick hot rub of the plastic prick in her sitter. When he fucked the thing all the way in roughly, she pitched forward, swallowing all of Chris's cockmeat.
"Let her go!" Ellen cried.
But she had her own problems. Ed had shoved her arms and head through a small pillory at the far end of the room. Her cunt and asshole still ached from the electrical torture. But now there was something new! He locked the top, trapping the woman as she brought her knees up against the wooden base. In the background, she could hear Andy's moans alternating with the sloppy sucking sounds her mouth made on the blond guy's fat prick. She closed her eyes in defeat. What a shambles her life was now! "Owwwwwwww!" Ellen cried as she felt something terribly hard and cold fucking her shitter.
Ed was shoving in a nozzle up her ass, twisting it around. Ellen felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it. She tried to push, to eject that thick steel nozzle from her asshole.
"Uhhh, take it out . .. take But Ellen's surprise increased when she felt something cold bubbling into her asshole. Her mouth dropped open, her nostrils flaring as cold water shot up into her slitter, making the muscles contract even more painfully than they had before. She squirmed uncomfortably, the water filling her ass guts, then making her belly cramp.
Ed moved around front of her and dropped his pants. He gripped her long hair, jerking her head up as far as it would go in the pillory and jammed his prick into her mouth.
Ellen tried protesting, but the guy's cock fucked all the way down her throat. She could hardly breathe, coughing and gagging, feeling the spit lodge behind the ramming cockhead while her ass filled more and more with the rushing water. Her body felt as if it were ballooning to the bursting point while the big stud fucked her mouth roughly.
Then Ellen felt her pussy start to itch once more while her ass muscles gripped that water shooting nozzle mercilessly. The woman shook in the pillory, hearing her daughter's cries behind her while she tried to swallow Ed's cock without choking.
"That's it, baby, that's the way! Move that hot little mouth of yours! Oh, yeahhh!" She flicked her tongue around, feeling her bowels distend. The water was spraying out now, having filled as much of her ass guts as it could. She could feel the cold water running down her legs, wetting her ankles and feet. Ellen didn't care. All she wanted was to cum, to feel that big cock in her mouth spray out its jizz, then to feel her own pussy explode.
Ellen moaned, her hips going wild. She thought her asshole was throbbing as hard as her cunt. Oh, how she wished there had been something fucking her, ramming her in the pussy while she came! Shivers of hot-chilly delight raced up and down her tensed thighs while her climax peaked. She shivered, stiffened, then collapsed, her tongue wriggling around the base of Ed's hot cockmeat.
He was moving his hips faster, tearing at her hair, looking at her pilloried body, the way her hips were moving, her asscheeks shivering. He knew she was cumming, and cumming hard. Throwing his head back, arching his spine, the big stud let out a strangled cry, then let his prick spray out the hot load of jizz that had been building up in his balls.
"Ahhh! Take it, you fuckin' bitch! Swallow every fuckin' drop of my jizz!" Ellen obeyed, wagging her tongue around, scooping up the hot cum and drinking it. She couldn't stop herself, her cunt milking and contracting while Ed kept on flicking his prick into her throat. When she started to cairn down, the big stud had already drawn his flaccid cock from her mouth and was pulling up his pants.
Cindy was in her view now, cum dribbling from her chin while Joe was on her back, kicking her thighs with his boots. He was riding her like a horse, puffing back at her hair while slapping her again and again across the ass. The girl still had on that awful belt, her cunt hole and shitter fucked by the two plastic pricks. Cindy looked insane, all reason having been burned from her mind by all the brutal flicking and abuse.
"That's enough," Ed said, checking his watch. "We don't wanna run these two in the ground. We got ourselves a set of winners here." He lifted the pillory top and let Ellen go. The woman slithered out, crouching there on her hands and knees and looking up at him like a frightened little animal.
"You mean . . . we can go?" Ellen whispered.
Cindy cried out, her body twisting around the floor while Chris pulled out the double dildo.
"Sure. For now. I always keep my word," Ed said. "We'll drive you back. But don't get any funny ideas." He teased her under the chin. "Like callin' the cops or somethin'. We got ways of findin' out and gettin' back at people who ain't our friends. Understand?" Ellen nodded. They were free. That was what she would concentrate on. And when the men pushed both of them from the room and up the stairs, that was the thought Ellen clung to.
Upstairs, her daughter leaned against her, closing her eyes and murmuring the word mother. Perhaps even that relationship could heal, Ellen thought. Perhaps Chris, Joe and Ed would forget about them, finding new victims. "I'm gettin' some new stuff in next week. Expect a call," Ed said, closing the door of the truck behind them.
Ellen stiffened at his words as the truck drove away and took them back to their shattered lives. New stuff? The thought made her heart sink at first. But then the thought of enduring more, of having those men pursuing her once again delighted her. What about Cindy? Well, Ellen thought, snuggling down in the coarse blanket they had provided her, she would concentrate on putting her life in order. The whole thing had been so damned stupid.
And, not too surprisingly, those were Cindy's thoughts, as well.
