Pretty Blonde Cindy Gordon was seething and writhing in agony. A huge screw was being slowly tightened against the small of her back, forcing her brutalized naked body down on the dull, cold, jutting steel teeth that lined the torture instrument to which she was strapped.
Her hands were bound so tightly about her wrists that her fingers were beginning to grow numb with lack of circulation. The pain that wracked her entire body was becoming unbearable.
"Now, you filthy little slut, you will pay for being so disobedient!" an ugly male voice snarled near at hand.
It came from a tall, hulking brute of a man with smoldering black eyes. He stood before her stark naked, his big body rippling with heavy musculature, a thick pulsating penis standing rigidly away from him like a spear. His face was twisted into a maniacal grimace of pleasure. And that man happened to be her father ...
Cindy woke up suddenly in a cold sweat, a scream beginning to form in her throat. She sat up in bed, trembling uncontrollably and whimpering, her heart pounding loudly as she recalled the ugly nightmare that had tormented her sleep. She shivered in relief as she realized that she was safely at home with her mother and sister, that the nightmarish summer with her father was over, and she was safe at last.
But her sweet fur-lined cunt was wet with her unctuous juices, and felt tingly and excited. In spite of herself, the fearsome memories of that summer sent surges of sensual excitement through her luscious youthful body. Memories of the summer in which Lance Gordon tamed his wayward daughter ...
CHAPTER ONE
"Please, Cindy! I won't do it again!" Brad cried as the pretty blonde girl flounced out of his convertible in a petulant huff.
Cindy Gordon tossed her long golden braids and sniffed audibly, saying over her shoulder in icy tones, "That's what you said LAST time, Bradley Hunter! If I had wanted a date with an animal, I would have gone to the zoo!"
The young handsome man stared in despair as the sixteen year old beauty darted up the stairs of her front stoop and fiddled with the knob of the door.
"Well, can I call you later?" he cried hopefully.
Cindy turned and gave him a withering look, opened the door and slammed it behind her.
Boys! She said to herself in disgust. There was only one thing they wanted. This afternoon, Bradley had promised to take her to the movies, to see THE ROAD WARRIOR. The eighteen year old basketball star was one of the best-looking guys in the high school which Cindy attended. He was a tall, muscular guy with short blonde hair and warm green eyes. All of the girls were crazy about him. And he had quite a reputation as a Romeo, often boasting of his conquests in the locker room.
Perhaps this is why the basketball playing stud was so attracted to Cindy Gordon. The lovely blonde sixteen year old was extremely popular in school, where she was head cheer-leader and president of the junior class. But, though the boys hung around her like dogs around a bitch in heat, Cindy just didn't "put out!" At first, Brad didn't believe it when the other guys told him that no way was prissy Cindy Gordon going to let him into her pants.
Hell, hadn't he seduced Priscilla Montgomery, the preacher's daughter, and on the pew of her father's deserted church! Brad was confident that his masculine charms would land even Cindy Gordon.
But he was wrong. He had dated her a couple of times, and she seemed to like him, so he decided to make his move. He took her to the beach one day, and while they were in the water, started to grope her breasts. She let out an indignant screech that brought the life-guard running, and demanded to be taken home! She wouldn't speak to him for a week, and he had to practically apologize on his hands and knees!
He had wooed her for another few weeks, till the end of the school year, and still no luck. Soon", he was getting obsessed with the need to get into elusive Cindy Gordon's pants.
This time, he took her to the movies. While they were there, watching the violent tale of an Australian future unfold on the screen, Brad had slipped an arm around Cindy's shoulders. She hadn't responded, but neither did she protest.
She didn't even protest when he bent down and pecked her on the cheek and nuzzled her ear. That made Bradley feel confident. Carefully, he reached over the placed a hand casually on her knee. She shifted slightly, but was frowning and intent on the movie.
He began to insidiously slide his fingers up her leg, under the hem of her dress. As his cuticles scraped against the lining of her panties, Brad thought he had it made. His heart was pounding like a sledge-hammer, and his cock was tenting his trousers outwards painfully.
But, suddenly, Cindy became aware of what her date was doing. She jumped up, exclaiming aloud, "You filthy pig!"
Then, she darted from the theater, and he followed quickly, red-faced and angry. She had demanded that he drive her home and had sat stonily in the car the whole way.
Now, as he watched the saucy blonde disappear into her house, Bradley felt anger for the first time surge through him. Hell, who did she think she was anyway? The cock-teasing bitch! She'd get hers some day! He should have driven her to a remote spot and raped the fuck out of her! That's what she wanted, maybe. Yeah. Maybe what she really wanted was a guy to be rough with her; make her do what he wanted!
The thought made Bradley's prick jump a little in his pants. Shit, was he ever horny! He decided to pay a call on Lorna Robertson, his fifteen year old next door neighbor. The sultry brunette would drop her panties in the middle of the street for him, if he asked her to ...
Cindy sulkily shook off her coat and hung it up. She was sick of boys! All they ever wanted to do was put their dirty hands all over her! But secretly, she smirked a little. There was something nice about having that kind of power over the guys, making them wonder what it would be like to have sex with her.
Cindy didn't like to think about sex very much. She was attracted to handsome, powerful older men, like Clint Walker, in the movies, and the boys her own age just managed to bore her, even young studs like Bradley Hunter.
Besides, Cindy's mother had instilled in her some very Puritanical ideas about sex when the impressionable blonde was very young. Gretchen Gordon had divorced Cindy's father when their second child, Lib by, was born. Though they still lived in the same town, father and mother were not on speaking terms, and Mrs. Gordon would frequently hint darkly that there was something "evil" about Lance Gordon, warning Cindy never to marry a man like him ...
Cindy cared about her father, but had always been a little frightened and intrigued by him. There was something strange about the gleam in his dark brown eyes when he looked at her, and his big brutish body seemed to rustle with a dark, animalistic strength He seemed to prowl around the house like a restless beast of prey, and when he was angry ... Cindy shuddered as she thought of the fires that burned in his eyes like coals, and the snarl that twisted his mouth.
He had spanked her several times as a child, and the spankings had been terrible. They had lasted a long, long time, and Lance had taunted her while he beat her bare bottom with his big, calloused hand. There had been something terrifying about the look in his eye when he was about to punish her. Once, while she was stretched screaming across his lap, she had become aware of a hard, throbbing lump in his crotch, pressing against her quaking little belly. The memory of that spanking sent a sudden glow of sensual excitement through Cindy, which she abruptly sought to repress.
Lance Gordon hadn't spanked her since she was eleven. In fact, she had seen very little of her father in the last few years. He had frequently been away on long trips, and was briefly married to a French countess. They had divorced soon afterwards, and the split had made the scandal papers, with suggestions of bizarre sexual behavior on the part of Mr. Gordon.
Cindy had only heard about these allegations from her girl-friends, who were vague about them, but they had titillated her interest in her dark, hulking, brooding father. When she was around him, Cindy would suddenly find herself being on the best of behavior, striving to please him in any way she could. Quite a contrast to her usual, spoiled, selfish personality when in her mother's home.
This summer, Gretchen Gordon and Libby had gone on a cruise to the Caribbean. Cindy had been expected to go along too, but, unexpectedly, she opted to stay behind with her father.
Cindy had decided that she was going to get to know Lance Gordon a lot better this summer. The last few years, she saw him only a couple of times on week-ends, and on holidays, and they were practically strangers.
When she called Lance up on the phone and asked if it would be all right if she stayed with him that summer, there had been a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then his deep tenor voice had boomed, "Certainly, Cindy. You are always welcome in my house."
She had detected a touch of strange sarcasm in his voice, but had shaken away the impression as being paranoid.
It had been several days now since Gretchen and Libby had left town, and Cindy still didn't feel as if she knew her father any better. She saw him at meal times and occasionally at night, but he was often out, "on business."
Today, she had informed him that she was going to the movies with Bradley, and then was planning to go straight to a party at a friend's house, so she wouldn't be back until about ten that evening, if that was all right with him.
He had grinned mirthlessly at her and said casually, "Of course, darling. Have a good time."
But there had been a strange spark in his brooding, dark eyes, as if he was glad to be rid of her for the afternoon ...
It hadn't occurred to Cindy when she cut her date short and had Bradley drive her home that her father might be doing anything which he didn't want her to see.
The house seemed strangely quiet. Cindy went to her room and changed into a pair of cut-offs and a sexy halter-top. She was a very attractive girl for her age. Her body was slim and curvaceous, with luscious pear-sized breasts pushing against the silken material of the halter top, and her legs were long and tan and slinky.
She had big baby blue eyes shaded by long lashes, a cute, perky, upturned nose and full coral-pink lips that curved into a dazzling smile. It was no wonder that the boys at school found her so irresistible.
"Daddy?" she called softly, peeking into his bedroom.
There was no one there. She shrugged her shoulders, deciding that he probably had gone out, and went back downstairs to watch TV in the study. As she walked past the kitchen, she heard some voices coming from beneath her. She frowned. She couldn't make out what was being said, but she recognized a male voice, probably her father's, and a female voice.
Where were they coming from? She went into the kitchen, and saw that no one was there, and was just turning to go, when she saw a shaft of light coming from under the door leading down into the cellar.
Lance Gordon had forbidden Cindy to go into the cellar on the first day she had come to the house. He had told her in no uncertain terms that he kept dangerous chemicals down there and that the cellar was strictly off bounds to her and her friends, for that reason.
like any young person with a healthy curiosity, such a warning made the cellar only more attractive, and sometimes, when her father was out of the house, she would try the door. It was always locked.
This time, however, she saw that the door was slightly ajar, and realized that the voices were coming from down there.
Her heart thumping, Cindy could not repress the impulse to peep into the cellar and find out what was going on. She crept to the door and slowly drew it open. A narrow flight of wooden steps led down into a dark, windowless room. A lantern was suspended from a hook on the wall, throwing eerie shadows and flickering lights across the dark, damp floor.
Several large contraptions on the ground were covered with tarps, so Cindy couldn't make out what they were. From where she was standing, she could only see the right corner of the cellar.
Then, she heard voices coming from directly beneath her.
"O.K., bitch! Take off your clothes! Strip to the skin!" a harsh male voice rang out.
Cindy's eyes widened in shock. It was her father! And who was he talking to? She had to find out ...
Holding her breath, Cindy crept part way down the wooden steps and cautiously peered over the banister.
What she saw made her eyes widen with shock, and she almost exclaimed out loud. Lance Gordon was standing in the middle of the cellar, stripped to the waist. His powerfully muscled chest glistened with sweat and rippled as he flexed his arms and torso. He was wearing a tight pair of black leather trousers which clung to his bulging crotch, and knee high leather boots.
In one hand he held a cruel-looking black whip.
Cowering in front of him was a pretty young girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, dressed in a skimpy cotton gown. It was Dina Sothern, the daughter of Lance's next door neighbor, Bill Sothern!
Dina was seventeen and a senior at the school Cindy attended. She was known to be quite a slut, sleeping with the entire football team on occasion. So it was no wonder that she would be getting it on with her next door neighbor.
But there was something bizarre and frightening about the sadistic situation Cindy had blundered into. What on earth was her Daddy doing to the girl?
Lance's dark brown eyes were smoldering with lust as he stared at the big-eyed blonde quivering in front of him. As soon as he ordered her to undress, Dina gave a soft whimper and began to fumble with the buttons of her dress. The big man's heart was pounding with lust, his temples throbbing, a strange unearthly fire taking possession of his senses.
With a roar of impatience, he strode forward and gripped hold of the front of Dina's dress, ripping it to shreds with his bare hands, tearing the clothing right off her back. She whimpered, but acquiescently let him rend the garment to pieces. She was wearing nothing underneath.
Lance's hot eyes raked over the young, fresh, nubile body of the seventeen year old slut. Her big eyes were green and hot with fear and lust. Her full, rosy lips were sensuous and parted. She had a ripe, lush, female figure, with full jutting breasts capped by turreting strawberry-red nipples, a tapering, slim waist and wide womanly hips.
Lance's smoldering eyes darted between her legs. He grinned wolfishly. She had kept her pouting pink mons Veneris shaved, as he had commanded her to. The little slut was his own fuck slave!
When Din a Sothern had started to flirt with the burly man who was her father's friend and neighbor, six months earlier, she had no idea what she was in for. Lance had sparred her attentions for a while, and then, one day, had told her bluntly that if she wanted to get it on with him, she would have to do exactly what he wanted her to. She had readily agreed.
The next evening had been the most excruciating of her life. Never had she been subjected to so much shocking abuse and pain. And never had she ever been so sexually fulfilled in her life ...
She needed the sadistic abuse of the hulking brute, and he satisfied that need incredibly.
He had padded the walls of the cellar so that screams were muffled, and he had made her scream till her lungs were hoarse. Sometimes, when he was through with her, she could barely walk or sit down. But she kept on coming back for more ...
When Lance's daughter had come back to stay with him for the summer, Dina's heart sank. Their sexual interludes were badly curtailed, especially since the stupid little girl seemed to hang around her father's neck like an anchor.
But then, this morning, she had received a phone call from Lance, informing her that Cindy was away for the evening and that she was to report to the cellar in fifteen minutes. When Lance Gordon made a command, Dina obeyed without question ...
Lance's hot brown eyes raked over her heaving, succulent body. With a growl of lust, he reached out with his free hand and dug his fingers into her hobbling right breast, squeezing hard. His fingers dug cruelly into the translucent, resilient flesh until it spilled out between his knuckles. He twisted her breast cruelly, until a little whimper of pain escaped from Dina's trembling lips.
A savage grin of salacious interest twisted his handsome, brooding features, and he released her mauled breast, his fingers leaving bright red marks in the tender flesh.
"On your hands and knees, slut!" he growled in a gravelly voice.
She obeyed with alacrity, dropping down on all fours and staring up at him with big, terrified, pleading eyes.
Lance's prick twitched as he stared down at her, and he grinned wolfishly. Then, his eyes moved down her back and over the ripe luscious globes of her full fleshy buttocks. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the translucent, tender flesh of her buns, and tremors of anticipation rippled down her back as she awaited his next command.
Lance raised his whip over his head and brought it cracking down across her buttocks with a resounding blow. It stung into the wobbling flesh, leaving a long angry red welt, and Dina shrieked in pain, her features contorting.
Lance growled with animalistic pleasure and grunted as he brought the lash down again, slashing into her buns hard. The force of his blows traveled along his arm like an electric shock, sending hot bolts of excitement through his loins.
Dina's shrieks pierced the air like the cries of a stricken animal, and her face was contorted into a mask of pain.
Cindy Gordon's heart beat quickened as she stared in horror at the bizarre scene unfolding before her.
Why was her father beating Dina so brutally? And why did Dina just sit there and take it? From the way she screamed and the way the lash tore into her trembling buttocks, the agony was obviously acute. Yet, somehow, Cindy found the sight strangely exciting. An odd tingling sensation began to assert itself between her legs, and her virginal cunny began to grow warm and itchy.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! S-STOP! NO MORE! NO MO-O-O-ORE!" Dina screeched, her large green eyes limpid with tears.
With a cruel grin creasing his ruggedly handsome features, Lance abruptly ceased the whipping he was giving the seventeen year old slut.
"Come over here, bitch," he growled in a deadly voice.
Whimpering like a dog, the pretty blonde crawled over to the big leather-clad man who towered over her. She was trembling with fear, but her huge green eyes shone with subservient awe.
Lance lifted his right foot in the air. He was wearing black leather boots. "Clean it," he barked.
Dina Sothern knew better than to hesitate. She pressed her luscious rosy lips against the toe of the boot. The rich scent of leather blasted into her flaring nostrils, and she shuddered in pleasure, flicking out her long pink tongue and slurping it across the toe. Her tongue and lips worked across the surface of the boot rapidly, leaving it shiny and wet and clean. When she was through, Dina gazed up at her master with fearful eyes.
He snarled down at her menacingly.
"Aren't you forgetting something, cunt? What about the sole?"
He lifted his boot higher and crushed the underside of it against her cheek, leaving a muddy imprint on her pale skin. Dina gasped, but obediently thrust out her tongue against and laved the thick rubber sole. The mud that caked the underside of the boot came off in chunks in her mouth and she gagged as the gritty stuff rolled down her throat. But she bravely continued in her oral trek across the filthy sole, her tongue swishing back and forth until not a speck of dirt was left on the bottom of the boot.
Her tongue felt dry and gritty and there was a dingy taste in her mouth when she was through.
"Now the other boot, cunt," Lance's voice rang out savagely.
With a strangled sob, Dina dipped her pretty face down and began to work over the remaining boot. Her mouth ached when she was through.
This time when she had finished, she sat up and smiled tremulously at the burly sadist whose boots she had just cleaned. Lance did not return her smile.
Instead, his hand went to the zipper of his tight leather pants. There was a loud rasping sound as he pulled it down. He unbuckled his belt, too. Then, he held out one foot mutely, pressing it against one of Dina's succulent thrusting breasts. She took hold of it and tugged, drawing it off his foot. He thrust out his other boot and she removed this one, too.
Then, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, standing before his shivering female slave in his menacing masculine glory.
Cindy almost gasped aloud, her head whirling with shock. She had never seen a man naked before, though she had glanced at pictures of nude guys in PLAYGIRL magazine. But those guys had little wrinkly worms for penises, shriveled pieces of flesh that looked harmless and a little silly. They were nothing at all like the humongous appendage which jutted out from Lance Gordon's crotch so obscenely. It was as though he had sprouted a smaller arm in between his legs, with a tight red fist on the end. Cindy could hardly believe her eyes.
Lance had a sex tool of prodigious dimensions. When fully erect, it thrust an incredible eleven inches into the air, and was almost as thick around as his wrist. Now, it pulsated angrily, the veins which etched the sides of his penis throbbing as lust-heated blood coursed through them. A glistening droplet of precome shimmered like a pearl on the glans. Beneath his gigantic joint swung a huge pair of baseball sized balls, covered by a wrinkly sack.
Silently, Lance reached down and grabbed a hold of a hank of Dina's silky blonde tresses. Cruelly, he jerked them, drawing her face brutally against his crotch and causing Dina to yip in pain. His thick, lewd log rubbed against her cheek, the translucent liquid smearing over her pink flesh.
"Lick it, bitch!" he snarled.
Dina puckered her lips and pressed them against the corrugated stem of her master's prick. Flicking out the tip of her tongue, she laved it rapidly back and forth across the heated rubbery skin. She affixed her full, sensuous lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked luxuriantly, savoring the rich pungent flavor of manmeat.
Grunting impatiently, Lance pulled at her hair, drawing her face up to the bloated, mushroom-shaped head of his fat pecker. Her lips and tongue feathered across the pulpy red corona, and delved into the puckered piss-slit, tasting the salty fluids that smeared over the glans. Dina circled her lips in an 'O' shape and pressed them against the fat spongy tip.
With a cruel grin, Lance clamped his hand suddenly to the back of her head. His fingers squeezed hard at the sides of her jaws, causing them to open wide and lock. Dina's eyes bulged as Lance thrust forward brutally, uttering a bestial grunt of pleasure as several inches of his thick, horse-sized dick slid over the silken trough formed by her tongue and banged against her hot tonsils.
Dina instinctively tilted back her head, knowing what was coming next. Tears sprang to her eyes and she gagged as the thick head lodged in her narrow throat, cutting off her air supply. Her face began to turn red as the huge slab of manmeat rammed its way deep into her constricting throat. Lance gave an ugly chuckle of pleasure as his wiry pubic hairs squelched against Dina's nose and lips. His entire prick was totally ensconced by Dina's satiny, gulping mouth and throat. He could tell by the glazed look in her eyes and the gurgling noises she was making that the helpless blonde was slowly strangling on his huge pulsating dick.
He waited until he could see her consciousness begin to flicker before her eyes, and then drew back sharply until only the fat mushroom tip of his cock was in her mouth.
Sobbing in relief, Dina gulped down a lungful of air, blinking tears from her eyes. Lance waited until she had taken another breath and then shoved forward again, driving his huge tumescent truncheon deep in her throat. He brought both hands around the back of the teenager's head and began to pump into her throat and mouth brutally, drawing back and ramming deep into the hot silky tightness of her aching throat.
Dina began to regulate her breathing desperately, and forced her throat muscles to relax. Her head was swirling with pain and a burning pleasure. Each time his huge phallus slammed into her gullet, a quiver of passion rolled down her young, nubile body and made her shaved pouting pussy moist with excitement. She reached up and drew her hands around the hard, muscular cheeks of Lance Gordon's ass, pulling at them lasciviously.
"Let go of my ass, cunt," the sadist snarled, tearing at her hair cruelly, "Never touch me unless I tell you to!"
She dropped her hands instantly.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy Gordon could not believe what was happening right before her eyes. The sixteen year old beauty was crouched on the wooden steps to the cellar, her head peering under the banister at the bizarre sex scene that was beginning to unfold beneath her.
She gaped in astonishment as she saw her father's horse-sized dick slam in and out of Dina Sothern's puckered lips, and deep into her slender throat. Cindy couldn't believe that an object of that size could be stuck all the way into someone's mouth and gullet without killing them!
But she was becoming more and more turned on by what she saw. Unwittingly, she dropped a hand to her crotch, sliding it under her dress and running the fingers over the soft cotton panties that covered her sweet virginal vagina.
Meanwhile, Lance Gordon was savagely ramming in and out of Dina Sothern's aching throat with his eleven inch truncheon. His hands dug into her hair and slammed her face repeatedly against his pungent, muscular crotch His huge, hairy balls slapped rhythmically against her chin, and moist sucking sounds sprayed from her mouth each time he hunched his hips back and forth.
Lance gave a howl, like that of an animal after a kill. He felt red hot flames of concupiscence consume his throbbing gonads. His spunky juices boiled over and catapulted up the tubes in his spasming dick.
Dina's eyes bulged as she felt the enormous rod begin to swell in her mouth, and then thick creamy jets of jism blasted against the back of her throat, spewing directly into her tummy.
Lance drew back sharply so that only his fat, spitting cockhead was in her mouth. He wanted the bitch to taste his hot, pungent juices. Dina gave a muffled moan as the spraying liquid filled out her cheeks and rolled in-sticky streams over her tongue and down her gullet. The thick, bittersweet flavor filled her mouth as she gulped the libation down gratefully.
As soon as he had shot his wad, Lance released her hair and stood back abruptly, his hard dick slapping up against his belly, glistening with her saliva and drooling a strand of creamy goo.
Dina gasped for breath, her head bent over. Sticky strands of her master's come dripped from the corners of her mouth and over her pendulous lower lip, puddling the dirty basement floor.
Lance's inflamed erection did not grow any smaller after he had his orgasm. Lance Gordon was a man with a huge and perverse sexual appetite. He always liked to come early on in a heavy S & M session, because it made him more able to prolong the session and therefore, prolong his pleasure.
He had hardly begun with Dina, and she knew it. The trembling blonde teenager gaped up at him with huge, liquid eyes. Savage excitement clutched Lance's perverse heart. There was nothing that turned him on as much as a frightened, helpless girl, completely at his mercy.
He strode to a corner of the room where the wall was studded with nails. Various lengths and widths of rope hung in strands from the nails, as did whips, chains and manacles. He selected a short strand of hemp, testing it with his big hands, and then returned to the spot where Dina was crouching on her knees on the floor.
He strode around behind her and planted a foot on the small of her back, shoving down brutally. Dina whimpered as she was forced face down on the dusty, cold surface of the hard floor, with the heel of her master's foot grinding painfully against her back.
Lance grabbed both of her wrists and twisted her arms cruelly behind her back, holding them together with one of his huge, ham-like hands. With the other, he deftly wound the rope around her wrists and drew it tight, tying a knot and securing it with practiced fingers. The thin rope cut into her flesh cruelly, and rendered her utterly helpless.
Stepping back, Lance removed his foot from her back. There was a cruel gleam in his eyes as he strode around in front of her and gazed with sadistic satisfaction at his handiwork. His pecker wobbled in the air in front of him impudently, like a flag pole.
"Get up!" he barked in an ugly voice.
With a grunt, Dina scrambled to her feet, trembling uncontrollably, a flush of fear consuming her features. Lance's eyes roved brashly over her nubile, deliciously curved figure, from her satiny fleshed throat to the full, pillowy globes of her tits, to her soft flat belly, to the pink hairless slit between her creamy thighs. He grinned as he realized that this luscious body was his to do with as he liked.
Reaching out, Lance closed his hands around Dina's breasts, feeling the soft, resilient flesh jiggle as he pressed his fingers into it. Her tits were warm and bouncy. He felt the puckered nipples scrape over the palms of his hand. He gritted his teeth and clenched the flesh as hard as he could, twisting her tits brutally. .
Dina screamed as white-hot pain tore through her tender knockers. Her eyes bulged. It felt as if the big brutish man were trying to rip her jugs right off. He relaxed his grip suddenly and released her tits. They jiggled in the air, the imprint of his fingers burning in red across the pale, translucent flesh.
He reached out and flicked his thumb nail gently across one of her large brownish red nipples, and then caught it lightly between thumb and forefinger. He did the same with the other nubbin, and began to slowly increase the pressure. As he squeezed into the little turreting fingers of flesh, he began to pull them away from Dina's trembling body. He dug his nails into the sensitized flesh and squeezed as hard as he could, snickering evilly, twisting her nipples violently as he yanked them two inches away from her breasts.
Dina's eyes rolled into her head as she shrieked like a banshee, saliva spraying from her mouth in a frenzy of anguish.
"AIEEEEE! S-STOP! NO! NOOOO! S-STOP!" she screamed frantically.
But Lance Gordon only increased the pressure. His nails and fingers were digging deeply into her pink flesh, and the tips of her nipples bulged with trapped blood. Needles of white-hot pain knifed through Dina's body as he tortured her tits, and she sobbed brokenly.
Suddenly, Lance released her nipples. His dark, diabolical eyes danced with an eerie fire as he walked over to something covered by a tarp near by. Grinning evilly, he yanked the tarp off, revealing a most bizarre looking contraption. It was almost like a stocks. A 'T' shaped wooden structure with metal hooks on top, with a lever on one of the arms. Half way down the base a sinister looking sheet of barbed metal protruded with jagged edges.
Lance grinned triumphantly at the horrendous torture instrument and strode back to the spot where Dina was cowering. He grabbed her by the hair and tugged her forward. With a cry of pain, she stumbled after him, shuddering in fear.
Lance led her around to the front of the wooden contraption. Drawing the lever forward, the hooks were lifted from the surface of the T' shaped device. He grabbed Dina and shoved her forward. Sliding his hands around her waist, he gripped a tight hold of her full, throbbing bosoms and placed them carefully beneath the metal hooks, pushing them forward so the cruel metal spikes dug into the pillowy flesh of her tits.
Dina's eyes were huge and sparkling with terror as she glanced down at the instrument of torture she was being attached to. Her heart beat like a sledge hammer, and her senses reeled. But her pussy was quivering eagerly and dripping its sweet secretions ...
Watching this, Cindy was getting more and more excited. She was in a state of semi-shock, because her perception of her father, her perception of sexuality, indeed, her perception of herself was being drastically altered within a few brief minutes. Her fingers had slid beneath the elastic of her panties and were stealing over the slick, puckered outer lips of her mons Veneris. She feathered her fingers across the soft golden down that lined her muff, and slid the middle finger into the deep slick crack, shuddering as the cuticle brushed across the oily, erect knob of her clitoris. Waves of sensual excitement were coursing through her, and they heightened as she watched the torture scene unfold beneath her voyeuristic eyes.
Lance Gordon reached for the lever and slowly began to pull it back. Dina whimpered in horror as she felt the hooks dig into the pillowy flesh of her knockers. Her breasts were already pinched cruelly against the hard wooden surface of the T', and now, as the sadistic man pulled back the lever, the hooks bit deeper into her flesh, sending sharp stabs of unbearable pain shooting through her body.
She tossed back her golden tresses and shrieked in pain, tears running in streams down her blanched cheeks.
Always, Dina found herself wishing she hadn't allowed herself to be drawn into Lance Gordon's diabolical web of pain and torture. And always, she found herself coming back for more. She had become addicted to the bizarre sexuality to which the older man had introduced her. It was a drug she needed, badly, even when she told herself she wanted no more. The drug of pain ...
Lance grunted, yanking down cruelly on the lever with all his might, the muscles in his arms bulging. Dina screamed like a dying animal, her face contorted in agony as she struggled feebly to get loose from the metal hooks that cut deeply into the flesh of her breasts. Her tits seemed to be on fire, and she was sure they would be pierced by the cruel metal hooks.
Lance grinned and pushed a button on the end of the lever. It automatically locked in place, and Dina's throbbing tits were entrapped by the cruel teeth of metal which bit deeply into her flesh, pinning her breasts to the wooden stocks.
Lance stood away from her, striding around and perusing the sobbing, helpless girl from all angles. His eyes shone with maniacal pleasure at what he had accomplished.
Then, he crossed to the spot where he had undressed. Bending down, he drew his thick leather belt from the loops of his pants. It was studded with metal, and was wide and thick with a menacing metal buckle.
Slowly, he wound the end around the palm of his hand and gripped it tightly. He walked slowly toward Dina, letting her see what he had in mind. She gaped at him in horror, shaking her head, her eyes huge and pleading. But she knew it was useless. To beg Lance Gordon to stop was in essence to spur him onward to even more horrific tortures. It was merely throwing kerosene on the fires of his twisted libido.
He moved around behind her and regarded her luscious buttocks. They were firm, high, melon-shaped halves of flesh, full and trembling, pale in comparison with the tanned flesh of her legs and belly. Red welts latticed the throbbing hot cheeks of the buttocks where he had lashed her with the leather whip.
He stood back a little and drew his arm over his head. A snarl passed from his twisted lips and he hissed air through his clenched white teeth as he brought the belt whistling through the air. It slammed hard and loudly against Dina's buns, the cold metal buckle cutting into her tender flesh cruelly.
She uttered an agonized scream of pain, twisting her hips to get out of the way of his blows. But, whenever her buttocks bucked spasmodically forward, the fragile outer petals of her pink, sweet vagina made contact with the razor sharp teeth of the metal sheet that protruded from the middle of the wooden pole.
The blade jabbed the tender flesh of her vulva cruelly and Dina yipped in pain, leaping back, and meeting Lance's next, resounding blow with the belt. She screamed in pain, her head reeling, spots forming before her eyes.
"NO MORE!" she wailed, "P-PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
Lance chortled exultantly and grunted as he brought the belt down again and again across her lacerated buttocks, stinging it across her aching flesh, sending waves of pure agony through her middle.
Cindy was dazed. What a horrible thing her father was doing! Dina didn't seem to be enjoying it very much. In fact, she was begging Lance Gordon to stop, and he ignored her. He beat her harder and harder, and she was hysterical with pain. Cindy was paralyzed. She couldn't control the waves of hungry passion that consumed her, and she was still fingering her sticky snatch.
But something urgently told her that she should go get help. The Puritanical virtues instilled in her by her mother dictated that this was wrong, perverse, inhuman. Maybe Lance had bribed Dina into coming into the cellar with him. Maybe he was sick; a sex maniac or something like that, and would torture her until she died ...
Should she run next door and tell Dina's father, Isaac Gordon, that his daughter was being foully abused?
But though these and similar thoughts raced through her mind, Cindy could not tear herself away from the spot on the stairs where she crouched. She stared greedily at the sadistic scene before her, breathing shallowly, her mouth dry. Waves of libidinous interest rolled through her middle, and she fucked her finger in and out of her clutching, throbbing cunny.
Lance continued to flay Dina's ass with his belt until his body shone with perspiration and his arm grew weary. Dina was reduced to a sniveling, gasping wretch who merely groaned when the belt cut into her and jerked to keep her cunt from slashing against the blade pointing between her satiny thighs.
Lance grinned with pleasure and tossed the belt aside, flexing his aching fingers. Then, he crossed over to a wall lined with shelves. Fumbling in a box on one shelf, he returned with a large red candle and a box of matches. He lit the wick and it burned merrily.
He slowly strutted up to where Dina was panting and gaping at him like a trapped animal staring at an approaching hunter, anticipating the worst.
He held the candle out in front of him. The flickering flame cast eerie shadows and lights across his sensual features. A diabolical smile again creased his face.
He began to tilt the candle in Dina's direction. It sputtered slightly, and then a stream of hot wax dripped from the candle and spilled squarely across one of Dina's helplessly pinned, aching nipples. The girl gasped as pain shuddered through the tip of her bosom, and jerked back. The instinctive movement only caused the hooks affixed to her breasts to cut even deeper into her flesh, and she moaned and sobbed, tears glittering in her eyes.
Lance slowly moved his hand and tilted the candle again, letting the heated, melted wax splash on her other nipple. This time, Dina clamped her eyes closed and bit her lower hp, shuddering as she forced herself to withstand the pain.
Though it shuddered through her like an electric bolt when the wax first made contact with her tender flesh, the pain quickly transformed itself into a wave of heated pleasure which was turning her cunt into a quivering, honeyed furnace.
Lance set the candle down on the floor, and crossed to the shelves again. He fumbled in another box, and lifted something out.
Concealing it behind his back, he strode quickly behind Dina so she wouldn't see what it was. Then, he produced the object and examined it with satisfaction.
Though Dina was not able to make out the thing which Lance Gordon was going to try out on her next, Cindy would see it clearly from where she was crouched on the steps.
It was a large thick rubbery object. A dildo, of huge proportions. Ten inches in length, it was thick and black with corrugated lumps running up and down the sides. A black strap with a buckle was attached to the root of this obscene-looking phallus.
Lance drew the belt around his waist and buckled it behind his back with skilled fingers. Now, just above his own penis, a huge, thick, ten inch dildo was thrusting impudently.
Lance gripped this fake sex tool and squeezed it experimentally, still grinning in that sinister salacious fashion of his.
Then, he reached forward and slapped his hands hard against the quivering lobes of Dina's aching, lacerated ass.
She yelped as his hard, calloused hands sent darts of pain through her throbbing, tender flesh.
Lance dug his thumbs deeply into the fleshy cheeks and peeled them back, revealing the winking, puckered rosebud of her anus. It was delectable-looking, a pouting, miniscule mound of pink, silky flesh with a minute hole in the center.
Gripping his fingers around the rubber shaft of his fake dick, he maneuvered it between the cheeks of Dina's buttocks and pushed the fat, fist-like tip against the rosette of her anus.
His own cock was fully erect, and slid between her legs, rubbing over the lower lips of her puckered, oozing vagina.
Dina stirred in alarm, craning her head to try to see what was going on. She felt Mr. Gordon's dick rubbing lewdly over her cunt, but she also felt something punching against the tight, dry maw to her nether chute, and it felt remarkably like the head of a cock.
Gordon wedged the tip of his dildo against the winking ass-hole, and slid his hands around Dina's full voluptuous hips. He gripped these tightly and spread his legs wide, planting his feet solidly on the ground. He knew that Dina was not going to like what he was planning to do next, and would struggle. She was secured fairly well, but if she shoved forward hard enough, she might propel his cock against the razor-sharp blade of the metal sheet in the center of the torture device. That was part of the perverse challenge, though in reality, it wasn't much of a challenge at all.
Dina weighed barely a hundred pounds, while the hulking, brutish Lance Gordon weighed more than twice as much. She was as helpless as putty in his hands.
Gordon braced himself, gritting his teeth, his eyes shining with erotic fervor. He had not lubricated the dildo at all, and Dina's hole was tight and dry.
He tightened the muscles in his buttocks and gave a low, savage grunt, heaving his hips and pelvis forward with all his might, pushing forward with his belly. At the same time, he tightened his grip on Dina's hips and yanked her back against him hard. The combined force of his thrusts and yanking of Dina's hips, together with the thick rigidity of the black rubber dildo was enough to drive it several inches into her surprised bunghole before she knew what was going on.
Dina's sphincter muscle was stretched impossibly, brutally torn apart as the huge, cruel, fake penis stuffed its way into her tight, glove-like colon.
An explosion of sheer agony ripped through Dina Sothern's bowels. Her body jackknifed and her jaws dropped in a soundless shriek. Her eyes bugged out and her face turned white as a sheet.
Lance drew back a little and then slammed forward even harder, gyrating his hips lustily and hunching upward, brutally shoving the thick rubber rod to the hilt inside her battered insides. He had to hunch over at the knees and lift Dina slightly in the air to get at her tight, hot ass.
This time, Dina screamed. A blood-curdling howl of agony ripped from her lungs and echoed through the room. She threw back her head and screeched over and over again, sobs of pain wracking her throat.
"AAIEEEEE! T-TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! AIEEEE!" she howled.
Instead, Lance drew back and slammed into her again, brutally. He began to rhythmically slide his hips to and fro, sinking the thick rubbery shaft deeply into her constricting rectum. At first, it was very difficult to drive the phallus into her impossibly tight chute. If he had used his cock without lubrication, it would have been impossible for him to penetrate her ass without hurting himself.
He began to increase the tempo of his thrusts, ramming into her hard, grunting like a wild beast as he tortured her bowels with the huge black dildo.
But Dina was unwittingly beginning to respond. Though she continued to sob in pain, she found herself grinding her hips and impaling herself on the thick rubber phallus that banged into her intestines like a ramrod.
Her cunt began to spasmodically convulse and gushed with her feminine libations. Her liquids drooled out of the crack and spilled onto the thick bulbous knob of Lance Gordon's pecker, getting it slick and wet.
Waves of heat ripppled through her middle, and she sobbed as she felt herself starting to come. Her knees almost buckled and she gasped and snorted like a bitch in heat, pushing back against the huge rubber dick that slammed into her again and again.
Her pussy shuddered and oozed as she came plentifully, and her spewing liquids saturated Lance's throbbing cock.
Lance could feel her butt hole relaxing. It was much easier to drive the dildo into her now, and it was making a squelching, moist sound which proved that her gushing liquids had traveled into her colon as well, getting it slick and slippery.
That was what he was waiting for. Craftily, Lance drew back until all but the tip of the dildo was free of Dina's glove-like chute. Then, he fisted his own thick meat, slippery with Dina's fluids, and guided it to the puckered, impossibly stretched opening, prodding alongside the dildo.
With his other hand, he gripped her waist tightly and pushed her back against him. Then, he began to heave his hips slowly to and fro and pulled her to him at the same time.
Dina's eyes bulged. She felt her straining sphincter muscle beginning to stretch more and more as a second, larger object attempted to penetrate her tortured innards. She sobbed in protest, but it was no use.
Lance Gordon's pecker was well-lubricated with Dina's pussy juice, and her ass had been wettened as well, and mercilessly stretched by the massive dildo. It didn't take an awful lot of effort for Lance to sink the mushroom-shaped head of his prick into the incredibly tight, hot, slick opening to her anal chasm.
He sighed in pleasure as he felt the slick sleeve clamp securely around the head of his cock, pressing it firmly against the rubber dildo which was also ensconced inside of her.
He nestled there for a moment, and then gripped hold of Dina's hips. He shoved forward with a bestial grunt, sliding slowly into the sleek sheath formed by Dina's battered rectal membranes. He gave a low moan of pleasure as the colon squeezed tightly and slickly over his prick, sliding it against the warm rubbery dildo.
Punching forward, he buried both rods deeply in Dina's ass, ramming his hips back and forth until his balls were slapping against the aching, red cheeks of her ass.
"OH, N-NOOOOOO!" Dina wailed in anguish, as the pain welled in her insides again.
Her senses reeled and she saw spots before her eyes. It felt as though an arm had been shoved to the elbow into her aching guts, and when Lance began to pound into her hard, it was as though he were using her innards as a punching bag.
Lance was salivating with excitement as he brutally butt-fucked the seventeen year old slave wench. Little animalistic grunts of pleasure sprayed from between his clenched teeth.
He reached around her and gripped hold of the lever, releasing the button. For a brief instant, Dina's tits felt a slight release of the cruel metal teeth which tore so painfully into the resilient flesh. And then, Lance began to yank back on the lever hard, pulling harder and harder on it each time he slammed his cock and dildo into Dina's body.
Dina's shrieks of pain were hoarse and frantic and wavering now, like the screeches emanating from some padded cell in a mental ward. Her eyes rolled back into her head and saliva foamed from her lips.
Lance gave a roar that drowned out her high-pitched screams as he felt his balls sizzle, and he brutally slammed down on the lever with all his might, at the same time driving his huge dick and the rubber phallus all the way up inside of Dina's guts.
He shuddered as he came hard, spewing gush after creamy, sizzling gush of sadistic sperm into the helpless trussed girl's quaking intestines.
Dina gave a groan and collapsed. Exactly as Lance had planned the orchestration of this horrible symphony of pain, he had saved the ultimate moment of anguish for the last, and as he shot his wad, Dina lost consciousness, overwhelmed by the multiple sensations of excruciating pain and pleasure which flooded through her.
Shuddering in the throes of his ecstasy, Lance tossed his head from side to side, his large dark eyes glistening with diabolical passion.
He jerked his head to the left and happened to look up toward the stairs. Unexpectedly, as his cock was spitting its last blast of semen, he found himself staring straight into the huge, startled blue eyes of his daughter, Cindy!
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy's senses were whirling as she watched her father sodomize Dina Sothern. Again, she was astounded that the young, slightly built girl, who was no bigger than Cindy, though a year older, could actually take something the size of that enormous black dildo let alone both the dildo and Lance Gordon's gigantic phallus inside her tight ass-hole.
Cindy had a fairly limited text book knowledge of sexuality. All she had learned was that, in order to have a baby, a guy put his weenie inside a girl's whatsit, pushed it around a little, and fertilized the seed, which sounded icky to her. She had never even dreamed of guys sticking their thing up a girl's ass, or into their mouths, and the bizarre, cruel tortures to which Lance Gordon was subjecting helpless Dina Sothern were totally unexpected.
When Dina fainted after screaming like someone on the verge of dying, Cindy had just about decided that it was time to split. Then, to her horror, she found herself looking straight into the dark, smoldering eyes of Lance Gordon.
Her father stared at her, narrowing his eyes, a snarl creasing his features. A horrendous, murderous look convulsed his face, and Cindy felt herself becoming consumed by a terror unlike any she had ever experienced before.
She bolted, blindly. Scrambling up the wooden steps, she slipped on the top one and scraped her knee. But she leaped to her feet quickly and dashed through the house and out the front door, leaving it swinging wide open behind her.
The blind need to get the hell away from her father was the only thing in her mind at this point. She didn't try to rationalize her situation, didn't think about going over to one of her girl-friends' houses, or going to the police. She just had an animalistic urge to flee that frightening look that had contorted her father's features, and the dark, sinister meaning behind that look.
She ran down the street, ran many blocks, until there was a severe stitch in her side and she was panting for breath
She came to the park in the center of the town, and wandered aimlessly through it, a glazed look coming over her eyes, not even noticing the couples who strolled beneath the trees and smooched on the benches.
She came to a wooded area that adjoined a dirt road which came to a dead end near by. The guys would bring a hot chick for some heavy petting and, hopefully, more.
But it was still early in the afternoon, and the place was deserted.
Cindy went over to a patch of grass and sprawled out on it, sighing in relief and closing her eyes.
She didn't realize in her disheveled, frightened state how incredibly attractive she looked.
Cindy was wearing a tight-fitting blouse that clung to her full-blown, thrusting breasts, lifted by a sexy brassiere. A miniskirt donned her lower body, ending well above her knees, and as he reclined on the grassy knoll, it hiked up about her hips, exposing the pair of white, flowered cotton panties which puckered outward at the crotch, outlining the full juicy mound of her vagina.
A dark, battered Pontiac cruised down the dirt road toward Lovers' Lane. In the front seat sat two men. They were in their early thirties, big, rugged dudes who reeked of booze and looked as though they hadn't had a bath in a couple of days.
The driver swigged a hefty gulp from a bottle of Johnny Walker Red and passed it to his buddy.
"Here ya go, Judd. Hey, do you see what I see? Shit, fresh pussy, and all by itself!"
Judd followed his pal's eyes and gave a low chortle of excitement as they both ogled the sight of Cindy Gordon lying on her back on the grass with her eyes closed.
"Yeah, Ned, you're right. Don't look like there's anyone else around here right now. Let's get ourselves an easy lay!"
Ned, the driver, was a hulking man of thirty-three. He stood six foot three and weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. He was wearing a soiled tee shirt that bulged with his heavy musculature. Tufts of thick black hair peeked over the collar. He was coarsely handsome in a brutish sort of way. A short mop of greasy dark hair donned his bullet-shaped head, and he had bushy eyebrows, a broken nose and cruel, sensual lips. His eyes were a sullen, foggy gray, and he had a two day's growth of stubbly beard on his cheeks and lantern jaw.
Judd was slightly smaller in build than his buddy, but stocky and muscular. He had curly dirty blonde hair and a ragged handle bar moustache. His eyes were small and beady and green. He was wearing a lumberjack shirt which was opened to the waist, revealing a muscular hairy torso. Both dudes wore tight soiled dungarees.
Judd and Ned were convicts. They had escaped from a chain gang two weeks before by bludgeoning the guards to death and getting the keys off them. Since then, they had made their way across the state by means of stolen cars. They had been intent on escape all this time, and had spent no time on having fun, hiding out when they weren't on the road.
And now, they were pretty hungry for a little nookie. Ned had been in the pen for three years, and Judd, for eighteen months. They hadn't seen a woman in all that time, so the sight of Cindy, lying alone and vulnerable in the deserted clearing was like the sight of a pond of clear water to a thirsty man.
The Pontiac cruised up alongside of the spot where Cindy was lying and came to a halt. The doors flew open and the two guys hopped out and sprinted around to where Cindy lay.
Cindy heard the noise of the car doors and the crunch of feet on the grass and her eyes flew open.
To her horror, she found herself staring up at two menacing looking guys, big burly brutes with strange gleaming looks in their eyes and huge bulges in their tight crotches. After what she had seen that afternoon in her father's basement, Cindy could not look at a man without wondering if he wanted to sexually assault her. And in this case, her instantaneous suspicions were quite accurate.
"Hey, there, honey, how ya doin'? " Ned said in a mocking, ugly voice, crudely clapping a hand over his groin and squeezing it lightly.
Cindy sat up, her heart pounding hard, feeling herself begin to quail with fear.
"I I gotta go," she mumbled, scrambling to her feet.
Judd leaned forward and clamped a huge hand around one of her arms, jerking her against his body.
"Not so fast, baby," he said hoarsely, "What's the fuckin' hurry?"
"Yeah," Ned chortled, reaching out and grabbing her ass crudely, squeezing it through her skirt, "We're kind of hard up, girlie. How about relieving our tension, huh?"
"P-Please, leggo! I-I gotta go find my boy-friend," she stammered, shaking like a leaf.
"Your boy-friend, huh?" Judd leered, sliding his free hand down her back and pressing her groin against his.
She felt the rock-hard length of his pecker pulsating through the tight material of his jeans.
"We can show you a better time than any teenage wimp, girlie," he sneered, "And whether you like it or not, we're gonna have ourselves a fuck-fest!"
At that moment, there was the sound of an approaching couple. Their murmuring voices could be heard approaching.
Cindy jerked her head in the direction of the voices and opened her mouth to scream for help.
But a huge grimy hand clapped suddenly across her lower face and her head was jerked back hard against Judd's brutish body, muffling her scream.
"Well, Ned, I think we'd better beat it," the stocky blonde stud said huskily, "Why don't we take this hot little bitch for a joy-ride? You can drive and we'll have a little fun in the back seat!"
He dragged Cindy forcibly toward the Pontiac. She struggled violently, but the huge hand that was clamped around her lower face and the other hand which twisted her arm painfully behind her, overwhelmed the helpless sixteen year old blonde beauty.
Ned hopped into the front seat and revved up the engine. Opening the back door, Judd hurled Cindy inside and threw himself on top of her. Ned leaned over and pulled the back door closed, and started to turn the car around.
Cindy found herself being crushed by a huge, muscular man whose weight bore down on her heavily. His blazing green eyes raged with desperate need, and his lips were twisted in an ugly snarl as he gazed down at her.
"You make one sound, bitch," he said in a deadly serious voice, "One fuckin' sound, when I let go of your mouth, and I'll break your fuckin' neck. You hear me? And you better believe I'll do it, cunt. I'm an escaped prisoner. I was serving a life sentence for strangling and raping my wife and two other women. One more bitch wouldn't make a goddamn difference."
Cindy could tell that he wasn't just trying to scare her. That look in his eyes was murderous, like the look in her father's eyes when he caught her spying on him in the basement. She lay trembling and acquiescent on the hard vinyl seat, her head swimming with fear, feeling more helpless than she had ever felt before, and more terrified.
Slowly, Judd released her mouth and glared down at her, a smirk of ugly lascivious interest creasing his features. She could feel his hot breath on her face and shuddered in horror and disgust.
Judd leaned down suddenly and clamped his hard mouth to hers, sucking at her lips savagely. His big tongue worked into her mouth and swabbed out her sweet saliva as he kissed her hard. His hands tore at the buttons of her blouse, ripping several of them off, and he tugged impatiently at her bra.
Soon, her wobbling, thrusting breasts were freed and flattened against his hard, hairy chest.
Judd eased back and brought his hands down, digging his fingers into her soft, pliant tits, squeezing them hard. Cindy winced as pain shot through her when he kneaded too hard, but she felt her hot strawberry-hued nipples grow erect against his grimy calloused palms.
"Shit, it's good to get my hands on a set of knockers again," he mumbled thickly.
He ran his hand down her belly and slid it under the belt-line of her skirt, touching the elastic of her panties.
Then, he pulled it out abruptly and yanked up her skirt about her waist, ogling the sight of her clean white panties, dotted with little pink roses.
Hooking his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged at them hard, yanking them down around her knees. He shuffled down a little on the cramped seat of the Pontiac and drew her panties slowly down her long lithe legs and over her feet.
Then, he spread her legs wide by placing his big hands on her knees and pushing them apart.
Cindy whimpered in fear when she saw the way he looked at her wide-open pussy, a lubricious grin smearing his sallow features.
Judd's heart pounded with lust. He stared at the fresh, sweet virginal cunt like a starving man at a table laden with delicacies. A lambent triangle of pale golden pubic hairs lined the full pink lips of her mons Veneris. The puckered pussy lips were rosy and slick, and as they spread apart, he caught a glimpse of the glistening pink jewels of her inner cunt, and the little knobby stick of her clitoris.
Hell, there was nothing he wanted so much as to shove his hot, raging boner into the sweet girlish pudendum!
A hammy, sweaty hand flew to Judd's fly and he quickly unzipped his trousers and wormed them around his knees.
Cindy's eyes widened as she stared at his bared crotch. He had muscular hairy legs and a patch of dark brown pubic hair between them. A pair of obscenely large testicles swung beneath his cock, which raged in the air impatiently. It was huge and thick, a full nine inches in length and so thick around that Cindy would have been unable to make her fingers meet if she fisted it.
Though a good deal smaller than her Daddy's penis, this was the first one she'd seen up close, and to her, it looked absolutely monstrous.
A pearly drop of glistening come wobbled on the glans.
Judd's hot green eyes rushed over the sight of the frightened, trembling girl spread before him on the seat, her tits wobbling as she breathed and whimpered, her ripe red nipples pointily sticking into the air, her legs wide-spread, her juicy twat open and pink and vulnerable.
With a low growl of salacious urgency, he gripped the base of his prick and lowered himself upon her, jabbing his hips forward. His fat, knobby cock-head squelched against the slick opening of her outer vulva and battered apart the delicate petals of her vagina, lodging finally against the tight entrance to her unviolated bower of bliss.
Judd slid a beefy hand beneath one of
Cindy's firm butt cheeks and held her in place. Then, he dropped the weight of his lower body upon her heavily and began to hump his hips violently back and forth.
Cindy was a virgin, and was totally unprepared for the savage sexual assault on her tender vaginal orifice. As Judd grunted and sawed his hips brutally to and the huge head of his cock slid into the extraordinarily tight wet opening of Cindy's delicate pussy. Grunting in excitement as the deliciously warm sleeve clamped down tightly upon the jutting knob of hid dick, Judd rammed forward as hard as he could. For a brief instant, the plowing prick was resisted by Cindy's hymen, and then, the tissue was torn and Judd sank to the balls inside the pretty blonde teenager's hot, tight pussy.
Ragged explosions of pain cut through Cindy's middle as she felt the enormous pole batter deep inside her agonized, bloodied pussy. She arched her back and uttered a piercing, hysterical scream of pain.
Immediately, Judd fell heavily on top of her, snarling in rage, clamping his hand over her mouth hard. Cindy continued to make muffled sobs and screeches of pain, struggling feebily beneath him.
"Little bitch," he murmured.
Still swiveling his hips and stirring his throbbing tool deep inside her slick, sweet, honeyed recesses, he groped on the floor with his free hand and closed his fingers around the soft cottony material of Cindy's panties.
Balling it in his fast, he cautiously removed his hand from Cindy's face.
Immediately, her mouth fell open and she uttered a loud sob of anguish. Judd viciously stuffed her own panties between her teeth, ramming them into her mouth and forcibly clamping her jaws closed. She almost gagged on the undergarment which filled out her cheeks and muffled her sobs and screeches.
"Hey, Ned! Hand me the black tape! It's in the glove compartment!" Judd called hoarsely.
The bigger convict, who was driving calmly along back roads, grinned at his buddy through the rear view mirror and groped in the glove compartment.
"Here you go, Judd," he drawled, tossing the tape over his shoulder, "Now, don't go and kill the hot little minx! I want my turn at her, too!"
With sweaty fingers, the breath coming fast and hoarse from his dry lips, Judd taped Cindy's mouth shut. Now she was thoroughly gagged, and any sounds she might make were strangled in her throat.
The sadistic convict stared down at her huge blue eyes which overflowed with tears of fear and pain, tears that ran in rivulets down her pink cheeks. She was shuddering in terror and pain as jolts of agony tore through her pussy each time Judd lifted and slammed down his hips hard.
With a cruel chuckle, Judd slid his hands under Cindy's ass cheeks, using his knees to pry her legs wide apart, and fell on top of her like a bull in rut, pounding his pelvis mercilessly against her trembling, convulsing body.
The huge wedge of manmeat which slammed against her cervix again and again felt like a red hot poker being jabbed up inside her repeatedly. But through the haze of pain that shrouded her vision like a fog, she became steadily aware of another sensation, a strange, billowing pleasure that rippled darkly deep within in, triggered by pain and fear, a pleasure that was frightening because its origin was fear ...
The hulking brute was pumping into her with gusto now, causing the seat to creak and groan in protest. Cindy's legs were pushed against the door of the car, her feet resting against the window, and her head was jammed painfully against the handle of the other door.
Each time the big sweating convict fucked her hot, tight cunt, her breath was practically knocked from her body. She could only breath through her nose, and bit down on the panties desperately to keep from swallowing them and choking to death.
"Oh, MAN! She's so hot and tight! AWWW, SHEE-IT! I can't hold it back no longer! Unh, unh, unh! YEAH! YEAH! AAARRRRGH!" Judd roared hungrily.
He slammed his nine inch mauler all the way inside Cindy's aching pussy and held it there, shuddering as waves of ecstasy consumed his hard, muscular body.
Cindy's eyes bulged as she felt the sides of his corrugated organ swell and pulsate spasmodically. Then, she felt huge spurts of hot liquid blast deep into her womb, filling her up. The sensation of the hosing cock deep within her sent a sudden hot flash of pleasure darting through her middle, breaking through the pain momentarily.
But Judd had had his fill, for the moment. He pulled out quickly, his shrinking dong tugging free of her clutching, juicy pussy with a wet squelching sound.
"O.K., Ned! Your turn!" he panted breathlessly, tugging up his pants and pulling up his zipper.
The bigger dude grinned wolfishly in the rear view mirror.
"I thought you'd never get through with her!" he said with mock grumpiness.
They were on a deserted dirt road a couple of miles from town. He pulled over to the side and left the engine running, hopping out. Judd kicked open the back door and, after tweaking one of Cindy's full throbbing nipples, regretfully scrambled out, trading places with Ned.
A couple of minutes later, Judd was driving and Ned was groping up the helpless sixteen year old girl.
Ned was a huge man. At six-foot three, it was virtually impossible for him to lie down on the back seat of the Pontiac. He decided to try a different position. Sitting beside Cindy's trembling form, he ran his big horny hands over her curvaceous body, kneading and probing her trembling flesh. He slid his hands over her belly and cupped her dripping, bloodied pussy which ached from the violent fucking it had just received.
"You fucked the bitch so hard she's bleeding!" he guffawed crudely.
"Hell, I think she was a virgin!" Judd called over his shoulder.
"No kidding!" Ned whistled, "Well, then, maybe she's got a virgin butt hole, too! Never would have figured it in a cute little slut like this!"
He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, sliding it off. Reaching down, he grabbed one of the twin braids of Cindy's golden hair and yanked it violently. "Sit up!" he barked.
Snivelling, the trembling sixteen year old obeyed, clambering into a sitting position and shrinking against the door of the car.
He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Then, he brutally bound her wrists with the belt, digging the hard leather deep into her skin. She winced in pain, her senses reeling as she wondered in terror what would be next.
Then, Ned shucked his pants down around his ankles. He had powerful, very hairy legs and a hairy belly. From his bushy pubic patch rose a tremendous cudgel, an inch longer than Judd's and a good deal thicker, too.
Cindy gaped at it in horror, shudders of fear wracking her nubile young frame. Ned grinned at her wolfishly and spit noisily into the palm of his hand. He smeared the globule of saliva over the fat pulpy head of his cock and then spit some more into his hand, making the turgid, vein-etched sides of his dick shiny and slippery.
When he was done, Ned reached over and grabbed hold of Cindy about the waist, lifting her up and hefting her over his lap. He dropped his hands to her buttocks, gripping them hard and spreading the cheeks. Using his knees, he spread her legs wide, and began to lower her quaking terrified body onto his upright sex organ.
Cindy's eyes flew open as she felt the thick oily knob of Ned's dick slide between the pillowy lobes of her buttocks and punch against the wrinkly eye of her tight virgin butt hole. She remembered with horror the sight of her father brutally sodomizing Dina Sothern, and the screams of agony that had been torn from the seventeen year old's throat.
She twisted in a panic, trying to pull away from Ned's body. He chuckled evilly and clamped his hands firmly around her waist, digging his fingers in so hard they made white marks in her flesh. Then, he firmly pulled her down on his jutting organ. It slid between her quivering buns and bumped against the tight, clenched entryway to her nether chute.
Cindy closed her eyes and uttered a stifled whimper of terror, realizing the futility of trying to escape.
Grasping her firmly, Ned began to pump his hips up and down while his biceps bulged as he thrust her forcibly down on his rigid ten inch pecker.
Cindy's eyes shot open as a ripple of pain tore through her ass. Her face began to turn pale as her protesting sphincter muscle was slowly stretched, and stretched, and stretched, as the knob pressed relentlessly into it. Then, with a sliding motion, the entire tip was inside of her, and the clutching lips of her sphincter muscle clamped snugly around the mushroom-shaped cap.
Judd sighed in pleasure as the furnace-hot silkiness of her slick, tight rectum clenched like a tight glove around the throbbing tip of his cock. He felt uncontrollable tremors wrack the pretty blonde girl's body, and strangled sounds were curdling in her throat.
Gripping onto her waist hard, he gave a grunt and slammed her brutally down on his lap, driving upward vigorously with his pelvis simultaneously. He gave a long sigh of pleasure as his entire, rigid tumescence slid up to the root in her hot, sweet colon.
Though she was gagged, Cindy screamed into the panties which muffled her voice. The white hot pain ripping through her was unbearable. She couldn't stand it! It was ripping her apart.
Ned gave a grunt of savage satisfaction and began to lift and drop her rapidly on his boner, slamming into her as hard and fast as he could.
Cindy's eyes rolled back into her head as the pain sliced deep into her like a white hot blade being stabbed into her intestines. Her senses reeled uncontrollably, and rockets went off behind her eyes. She slid into unconsciousness ...
Ned fucked her ass hard until he shot a heavy load. Then, he pushed the unconscious girl off his lap and tucked his cock back into his pants.
"Well, Judd, I think we better ditch the bitch and get a move on. It's a long ride to the border," he said, casually.
They were cruising on the outskirts of the town now, and it was starting to get dark. Ned leaned down and unbuckled the belt that secured Cindy's arms behind her back, and tore the tape off her mouth.
She began to moan and stir, beginning to come to.
"Slow down a bit, Judd," Ned drawled.
With a grin, the blonde stocky convict stepped on the brake, and they were gliding along beside the curb. Ned reached over and pushed open the door, and then, using his foot, he kicked Cindy clear out of the car, slammed the door shut, and they roared off, leaving her sprawled half naked on the sidewalk.
Cindy awoke, conscious of intense pains coursing through her cunt and ass and in fact, her entire body. She found herself on a cold cement sidewalk, and to her horror, saw that her clothes were torn open and her tits and cunt were exposed. Her panties were sticking out of her mouth.
Sobbing hoarsely, she drew them out and rearranged her disheveled clothes with trembling fingers. She balled her panties and tossed them into a trash can. She glanced around for a street sign, and to her enormous relief, saw that she was just a couple of blocks away from her father's home.
On wobbly legs, she dashed quickly up Birch Street, where her Daddy's house was located, darted up the front stoop, opened the door, and with enormous relief, went inside and staggered to her room.
In her irrational need to get away from the two hoods who had raped her, Cindy temporarily forgot about the reason she had run away from the house earlier in the day.
She stood inside her room, gulping back sobs, and began to undress. She needed a shower, badly. As she stood there, with only her brassiere on, the door suddenly flew open and she found herself staring up at Lance Gordon. His scowling black eyes burned into her, raking up and down her begrimed, naked body.
"D-Daddy!" she gasped weakly, her blue eyes widening in mingled shock and relief.
"Where have you been?" he snarled, and then, glancing at her state of semi-nudity, he said, "And what are you doing now?"
"I-I was going to take a shower," she stammered, covering her crotch with one hand, modestly.
"Then, you won't need this, will you?" he snapped, and reaching out, grabbed a hold of one of the straps of her brassiere.
Cindy gasped as he yanked it brutally, and it snapped apart, exposing one full, wobbling breast.
Lance Gordon's hot, coal-like eyes flicked from the jello-like, jiggling tit to his daughter's shivering long brown legs, to her face, contorted with fear and pain.
"Take your shower," he said harshly, "Then get dressed and come to my study. I want to have a little talk with you!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy let the warm jets of water from the shower head spray over her body, sighing with pleasure as they washed over her, cleaning away the sweat and blood and grime which were telltale remnants of the rape she had just suffered.
She felt tired and mentally jarred, unable to think about what was to come. She had no idea what her father wanted to see her about.
Was he simply angry because she had gone out without telling him where she was going? Or was he planning to make sure she wouldn't tell anyone about him and Dina? Or ... Cindy shivered, not wanting to even consider the other alternative.
She was repulsed by sex even more. The huge dose of sexual discovery which had been heaped upon her during this period of under twelve hours was just too much. She wished she had gone with her mother and Libby on vacation. Then, she would have been safe.
Cindy toweled dry, drawing the terry cloth material across her full swollen breasts and down over her still tender, aching thighs. A delicious, sensual feeling was beginning to ebb through the pain and shock which had taken possession of her senses. Involuntarily, she recalled the sensation of having her butt and cunt stuffed full of rock-hard manmeat, and her cunt began to tingle a little, and not with pain ...
But she repressed these thoughts and went into her bedroom. She slipped on a pair of pink silky panties and a short skirt. Then, she pulled a halter top out of her drawer and put it on. Studying herself in the mirror, Cindy decided that she looked fairly presentable now.
Her heart beginning to race, she took a deep breath and went to her door, planning to go to her father's study on the ground floor. She didn't know what to expect.
Lance Gordon was shaking with mingled anger, relief and perverse excitement. When he had caught sight of Cindy peeking in on him that afternoon, his first impulse had been to grab her and beat the shit out of her. But she had bolted so fast, he hadn't had time to react.
He had slapped Dina Sothern awake and sent her on shaky legs back home, and had gone out to see if he could find Cindy. His heart had pounded hotly. What if she went to the police? Still, there was nothing that could happen. Dina would never testify against him. The worst that could happen was that Cindy would tell her mother about the incident and he would be denied visitation rights.
But it wasn't out of fatherly concern that Lance was so excited. A strange, dark fantasy was beginning to weave in his twisted, sexually debauched mind. He realized for the first time what an incredibly sexy young thing his daughter was. Younger than Dina, prettier, less corrupted. And more vulnerable. While Gretchen and Libby were away, Cindy was completely in his control. He was beginning to feel a great need to tame the little cunt, to make her his.
When he had burst in on her and seen the marks and smudges on her nearly naked, womanly body, he knew that she had been having sex. That both angered and excited him. It would have been nice to have brutally initiated her as a virgin, but now he would have an excuse to begin his diabolical plan.
As he waited in the study, Lance poured himself a healthy drink of vodka and downed it in a gulp. The liquid ran like a scalding aphrodisiac through his blood. He was wearing a tight tee shirt and corduroy trousers.
Suddenly, he decided to greet his unsuspecting daughter in a bizarre fashion. He tore off his shirt and unzipped and pulled down his pants, kicking them away. Now, he was garbed only in a dirty, yellowed jock strap which bulged prominently with his huge hard-on.
Squeezing his groin lewdly through the scratchy material of the jock, he stood by the book case near the door and waited for his daughter to finish showering.
In a while, he heard her light foot step in the corridor, then a brief pause, and a timid knocking at the door.
"Come in," he said hoarsely, just loud enough for her to hear.
The knob turned, the door opened, and Cindy walked into the room, not seeing her nearly naked father standing behind the door. As soon as she was inside the room, he slammed the door closed, turned the key in the lock, and dropped the key into a vase on the book case beside him.
Cindy whirled around and stared in horror at the sight of her nearly naked, hulking father towering over her, a peculiar leer on his features, his scowling black eyes burning with anger and salacious interest as they raked over her trembling, nubile young figure.
"D-DADDY!" she gasped weakly, her mind reeling with shock.
"Where were you this afternoon?" he demanded in a voice like molten steel.
"I-I w-went for a w-walk in the park," she stammered feebily.
"Yeah? Don't lie to me, you filthy little slut! I could smell the sex on you! You were fucking around, weren't you? You let that boy-friend of yours, Bradley, stick his fat horny cock up your cunt, didn't you?"
He strode up to her and swung back his hand, slapping her hard across the cheek, knocking her head to one side and bringing tears to her eyes.
"Don't he to me, you dirty little bitch!" he thundered, "You were fucking someone! If it wasn't Brad, then who was it?"
"D-Daddy, I was raped!" Cindy sobbed, cowering away from him, "It was horrible!"
"A-likely story," he sneered, "But whatever happened, slut, you're no longer a virgin. How come you came home early this afternoon?"
"I-I didn't like the movie," she stammered.
"And you DID like the little play you were spying on in my basement?"
His voice was grating and ugly and menacing.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy, I heard voices, and ... "
"DO YOU REMEMBER MY TELLING YOU NEVER, I REPEAT, NEVER, WERE YOU TO VENTURE INTO THE BASEMENT OF THIS HOUSE? ANSWER ME, YOUNG LADY!" he roared.
Quailing in terror, Cindy sobbed, "I-I'm sorry, Daddy! It won't happen again! I promise! I-I'll always do what you say. I'll never disobey you again!"
"You bet you won't, cunt," he snarled, his eyes blazing insanely, "Of all the things to deal with, a wayward daughter is something I won't tolerate. You spy on me behind my back and then go out and fuck like a bitch in heat. Well, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson you won't forget for a long, long time.
Cindy dropped to her knees on the floor, sobbing loudly.
"No, Daddy, NO! I'll be good! I promise! Please!" she wailed.
He stared down at her contemptuously and crossed to his desk. He yanked open the top drawer and groped inside, pulling out a length of rope. Cindy saw a horrible, familiar gleam in his eye, the same sort of gleam he had had when looking at Dina. Panic overcame her.
With a scream, she ran to the door and frantically tried to open it. To her horror, it was locked. She turned around, pressing her back against the door, her face ashen with terror. Lance guffawed cruelly and strode toward her, an ugly expression on his face.
He reached out with one hammy hand, grabbed hold of one of her pig tails, jerked it hard, yanking her forward. She gasped in pain, stumbling toward him reluctantly. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her around. Gripping one of her wrists, he twisted it behind her back, holding it in place while he took her other hand and folded them tightly together.
He bound the rope quickly around her wrists, drawing it so tightly that it cut painfully into her flesh. Then, he released her and twirled her around.
Tears running down her cheeks, she looked plaintively up at him with huge baby blue eyes. She opened her luscious, rosy mouth to speak.
"Don't say one word," Lance said menacingly, raising a hand meaningfully, "Don't you say ONE word, or I'll slap you silly. You understand?"
Cindy nodded, choking back her sobs, her mind growing hazy with renewed horror.
Lance strutted around her, his blazing dark eyes raking over her body, a little sneer contorting his ruggedly handsome features.
He reached out and hooked a finger in one of the shoulder straps of her halter top, and with a flick, released it. One of the cups slid off her breast, revealing it completely.
Lance's eyes glittered as he gazed down at the full, creamy breast with its jutting raspberry-hued nipple. He reached his hand out and closed his fingers around the tit, tweaking it lewdly. Then, he caught hold of the turreting nipple and rolled it between a finger and thumb. He watched his daughter's eyes cloud over in terror, as she fully expected him to tear at her breast like the beast he had been that afternoon.
But Lance liked the element of surprise. He liked to prolong suspense, just as he liked to prolong agony. It was part of the game. And he had all the time in the world with which to play with his nubile blonde slut of a daughter.
"So, you were raped this afternoon, huh, Cindy?" he said mockingly.
"Y-Yes, Daddy," she croaked, "T-Two escaped convicts picked me up and made me get in the back of their car while they ... they did it to me."
"Did what to you?"
"Raped me."
"They fucked you, huh?"
"Y-yes ... "
"Where were you when they 'picked you up,' as you so primly put it, bitch?"
"In In the park. On Lovers' Lane."
Lance guffawed wickedly.
"On Lovers' Lane! No wonder the guys raped you! What would you be doing hanging around there by yourself unless you were hot for thick man cock. You're either a lying slut or one of the stupidest bitches I've ever come across."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hot eyes running up and down Cindy's quaking body.
"They fucked your cunt, huh?" he said lewdly, looking up at her.
Cindy whimpered and nodded dumbly.
"And did you like it?"
"N-No. It It hurt," she gasped pitifully.
"Yeah, but that's what you filthy bitches really want, isn't it? To be abused?"
"N-No, Daddy. Not me!"
"That's what they all say."
He reached forward and gripped her above the knee. His hand began to move slowly up her trembling thigh, the way Bradley had touched her in the movie theater that afternoon. Teasingly, he ran his fingers up beneath her skirt until he scraped them over the silky fabric of her panties.
Gripping hold of the elastic lining, he slowly jerked down on it. Cindy uttered a feeble cry of protest as he big, hulking brute of a father drew her underpants down about her knees.
Then, he slid his hand back up between her legs, cupping his hand over the soft full mound of her cunt. His thumb brushed gently over the soft silken foliage of her pubes, feathering across the puckered lips of her vulva lewdly. Cindy felt a flush of pleasure course through her, and she trembled, trying to repress it. He continued to feather his thumb up and down over the slick puckered lips of her vagina, and Cindy found herself beginning to respond. He was touching her so softly, so delicately! So utterly different from the way he had been touching Dina, or the way those two despicable rapists had treated her an hour before. She began to relax.
Lance was trying to keep the diabolical smirk from creasing his features as he stroked his fingers over the soft, trembling hill of his daughter's violated pussy. He probed into the slick crack, and ferreted out the knob of her joy stick. He began to swirl the tip of one finger lewdly over the top of her clitoris, caressing it insidiously.
Cindy gave a little sigh of pleasure and her eyes closed in delight as waves of passion began to flood wantonly through her loins.
"I was right," Lance said harshly, staring up at her face, "You ARE a filthy little slut who just' wants her nymphomaniac cunt stuffed with dick. You probably put out for anything in trousers!"
The ugly sound of his voice made Cindy's eyes snap open again in dismayed surprise.
She stared at her father in confusion, not able to understand what he was up to at all.
Suddenly, Lance jabbed forward with his big meaty hand, forcing two thick calloused fingers deep into her aching cuntal furrow. The shock of sudden entry into the sensitive, recently battered love chute made Cindy cry out in pain.
"Does that hurt?" he asked with a leer.
"Y-Yes, Daddy! Please don't! I'm I'm all sore inside!" she sobbed.
"I'll bet you are, bitch! Probably just laid the whole football team! Well, I'm gonna teach you only to fuck around when I want you to fuck around. When I'm through with you, you're going to be the most obedient daughter in the whole fucking world!"
He pushed his hand forward cruelly, sinking the fingers all the way inside her steaming, satiny cunt. Cindy screeched again as his nails scratched the tender flesh of her vagina. He spread his fingers to stretch the hot hole farther apart, and inserted a third finger, and then a fourth, inside. He began to pump his hand lustily in and out of her cunt, sliding the four fingers deep inside her and spreading them until she screamed in pain.
"Like that, baby?" he asked sweetly.
"NO! NO, Daddy! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! OWWW! IT HURTS! NOOOO!" she howled.
He pulled his hand abruptly out of her, his fingers squelching wetly as they emerged from her aching, stretched pussy. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers noisily, savoring the sweet pungent flavors of her feminine fluids.
Then, he stood up and gazed down at her critically. He reached for the other strap of her halter top and yanked it off, freeing her other tit. Then, fumbling behind her, he unsnapped it and yanked the skimpy garment off, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.
He surveyed her high, wobbling bosoms which shuddered in front of him like delectable globes of pudding. The sight made him salivate with lust. But he leisurely poured himself another shot of vodka and downed it with a gulp. He had been drinking all afternoon, and the alcohol rushed through his blood-stream like liquid fire, making his head thick and full of unfettered, dark sadistic sensuality.
His jock strap was tenting in front of him as his huge pecker began to fill out with lust, but he paid no attention to that yet. There was plenty of time.
He crossed over to Cindy, carrying the bottle of vodka. Leaning over, he tilted it and spilled the cold liquid over her breasts. It ran over her slick melon-shaped bosoms and into her deep cleavage, dripping off the pointy tips of her nipples.
Then, he grabbed hold of her braid and yanked her head back hard. Cindy's mouth opened instinctively in a cry of protest and he forced the nozzle of the bottle in her mouth, pouring the vodka down her unsuspecting throat. Cindy choked and sputtered and tried to tear her head out of the way. But Lance held her head back firmly and poured the entire contents of the bottle, which was almost half full, into her mouth. A lot of it spilled out or was spit out when she struggled, but a good deal of the fiery liquid coursed down her throat and into her belly, setting her insides on fire.
Lance Gordon leered at her as he removed the bottle from her mouth and set it down, empty, on a side table.
Already, the vodka had rushed to her brain, making her senses grow dull and the room grow warm and glowing through her intoxicated vision.
Grinning lewdly, her father stepped forward and ran his hands over the slippery, vodka-imbued globes of her tits. He gripped them firmly in his hands and dropped to his knees in front of her.
He guided one of her full luscious pear-shaped breasts to his mouth and encircled the pouting nipple with his lips, sucking it lewdly. His tongue swirled out and lapped off the vodka that dripped off it.
As her father's warm mouth slurped on her nipple and his tongue began to swish over her pebbly aureola, a delicious warmth traveled through Cindy's body. It was warmth caused by both the vodka and by the tonguing her father was giving her tit. She sighed in voluptuous pleasure, pushing forward, stirring her erect throbbing nipple in her father's mouth.
His temples pounding with maniacal excitement as he felt her beginning to respond, Lance sucked as much of her nipple into his mouth as he could, and bit down hard. His sharp white teeth bit deeply into her flesh, rending it violently as he growled like a dog with a bone, yanking the tender flesh away from her body and chewing on it hungrily, the saliva foaming from the corners of his mouth.
Cindy's eyes bulged and she screamed in pain, throwing back her head and trying desperately to pull away as her father's sharp teeth bit deeper and deeper into her agonized breast.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy's screams were getting loud, Lance Gordon realized dimly through the haze of his vodka high. He was chewing on her other nipple now, while he dug his thumb and forefinger into the first one, sending needles of red-hot pain shooting through the sixteen year old girl's body.
"STOP, DADDY! STOP! AIEEEEEE!" she shrieked, sobbing loudly.
Abruptly, he stood up, brought back his hand, and slapped her hard across the cheek, bringing his hand back across the other side of her face. The blows nearly knocked her unconscious, and left her head throbbing anc ringing.
"SHUT UP!" he roared in her face, his eyes raging at her like those of a wild beast.
He strode to the door, retrieving the key from the vase, and unlocked it. Then, he strode back to her. He paused for a moment, thinking rapidly. Then, he crossed to the desk and pulled open the door. He came back with a roll of thick surgical tape.
Standing in front of her, he stripped off his soiled jock strap. His huge eleven inch whanger, fully erect, jutted out before him, pulsating with desire.
Wadding up the jock strap, he held it in one hand and said in a deadly quiet voice, "Open your mouth."
"P-Please, Daddy," Cindy began to plead, whimpering pitifully.
Lance slapped her hard across the face.
"I SAID, OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" he roared.
Shuddering, Cindy obeyed. Immediately, he stuffed the entire jock strap inside, tore off a long piece of tape and wound it twice around her head, sealing her lips closed.
For the second time that day, Cindy found herself trussed and gagged. The coarse sweaty material of the jock strap that filled her mouth tasted salty and pungent, and she couldn't move her tongue her mouth was stuffed so full.
Standing back and admiring his-handiwork with diabolical satisfaction, Lance reached forward and grabbed hold of one of Cindy's pig tails. He wound the end of it around two fingers and gripped hard. Then, he yanked it as hard as he could and started to walk.
The forth of his pulling action knocked Cindy off her feet. She tumbled down, dangling in the air by the pig tail. Sharp pain shot through her head and she tried to scream in vain.
To her horror, her father began to drag her down the hall by her hair. Her hands were tied and there was no way she could break loose.
They came to the stairs, and Cindy quailed, hoping he would give her a break and carry her down. But he didn't. Calmly, diabolically, the big hulking sadist dragged her down the stairs. Her body clunked and bounced step by step until they reached the bottom.
Christy was sure she had broken some bones or at least dislocated a shoulder, and her body felt bruised all over. Tears ran in steady streams down her cheeks.
Lance Gordon continued to drag his daughter through the house to the kitchen. He unlocked the cellar door and started down the second staircase to his little sound-proofed torture chamber. This time, he remembered to close the door behind him.
Christy's body bounced painfully downed the steps as he dragged her brutally to the bottom, and then across the cold dirty basement floor. He lugged her to the center of the room and let her go.
The teenaged girl lay stunned and shuddering on the floor, aching all over. Her mind was whirling, intoxicated by vodka, and there wasn't a square inch of her flesh which didn't feel brutalized.
Lance Gordon's eyes were glittering with salacious glee. He crossed to a wall where he had made a row of shelves, and produced a large camera on a tripod. He sometimes liked to transcribe his sadistic dairyings on film.
He set up the camera calmly, and then plugged in a large strobe light in the wall, training it on Christy's shuddering, crouching body. He snapped a few shots of her like that, and then hauled over some of his tarp-covered equipment.
He unveiled the first one, and Christy gaped at it dumbly. It was a fairly complex instrument of torture with a pole running through it and dull metal teeth along the top. Various ropes and straps dangled from the contraption, and Christy could not tell what it was for at all.
Lance strode over to her and lifted her easily into his muscular arms. Taking each of her feet, he slid them into stirrup-like leather thongs on each end of the metal pole. Then, he forced her into a sitting position on the bizarre device. The cold metal teeth bit into her butt and outer cunt lips, but they were dulled and only irritated and ached a little when she made contact with them. A metal device like an upside down croquet hoop was also poking into each of her buttocks painfully.
From metal rings on the horizontal pole hung strands of thin string which Lance took up in one hand. With his free hand, he clutched one of Cindy's nipples, squeezed it hard and pulled it away from her body. Then, he deftly looped the string around the stretched nipple and knotted it as tightly as he could. Cindy's eyes bulged as pain stabbed through her aching breast.
Calmly, the evil sadist did the same with her other breast, pulling it tight. Running his hands lasciviously down Cindy's shivering body, he slid his hands over the outer lips of her battered vagina. He pinched the puckered petals and pulled them away from her cunt. Taking another ring, attached to the end of one of the strings that was knotted around her tits, he snapped it open, for it turned out to be a metal clamp. This, he snapped suddenly closed on the stretched lip of Cindy's delicate pink vagina. A shock of searing pain shuddered through her, and she tried to groan in protest, but the jock strap stopped her.
Letting go of her, Lance stood back and grinned as he perused what he had done. She was very uncomfortably balanced on the bizarre mechanism, with sharp pains darting through various portions of her body each time she tried to move or shift her weight.
Methodically, Lance set up the camera and took a couple of shots of her in that position. Then, he grabbed the surgical tape around her mouth and tore it off, plucking the jock strap from her lips and tossing it to the floor.
"I like to hear my slaves squeal when they show what pigs they really are," he said cruelly, "You can scream all you like now, my dear. The walls are sound-proofed. No one but me will be able to hear you."
Cindy gasped back a sob of horror and dejected humiliation. She dared not move much, because it only caused her pain.
Lance snapped a few more pictures of her from various angles, and then decided that he had had enough of that game.
He quickly undid the strings about her tits and unsnapped the clamp on her aching vagina.
Cindy gave a sigh of relief as her hulking father lifted her down off the bizarre contraption. Her tits ached, and her body felt bruised all over.
Lance carried his pretty sixteen year old daughter to the opposite side of the room where a thick iron ring protruded from the wall. A length of chain extended from the ring, connected with an iron collar.
Christy stared at the chain with horror-stricken eyes. She was too frightened to protest when her father unlocked the collar, hooking the cold metal around her throat and screwing it on tight.
She found herself facing the wall with the heavy metal chain preventing her from moving more than a few inches. Her hands were tied so tightly behind her hack that they were beginning to grow numb.
Lance surveyed the gorgeous young slut's high creamy buns. Hell, she had a nice ass! The cheeks were full and pale orbs of translucent flesh, looking succulent and tender in the light thrown by the flickering lanterns which were suspended from the roof. He could see uncontrollable tremors of fear rustling through her nubile young form.
In another corner of the room was a wooden wall unit which resembled a hat rack, covered with hooks. But instead of hats, hanging from the hooks was an assortment of whips and lashes.
His face glowing with unnatural lust, his vision hazy with vodka and sadistic, carnal desire, Lance approached the whip rack, his eyes darting from whip to whip as he made a mental selection.
He decided upon a firm, light-weight birch rod which had never been used before. Taking up the thin switch, he tested its elasticity by swishing it through the air. It made a high-pitched whooshing sound as it slashed back and forth. Then, he slapped it lightly against the palm of his hand. His hand burned with the sting of the rod, though he had used very little force at all. Excellent, he thought with satisfaction.
His pecker jutted out before him like a battering ram as he strode over to where his daughter was chained to the wall.
He stood back from her about three feet and spread his legs wide, planting his feet firmly in the hard dirt floor. He flexed his biceps and brought his arm back behind his head, his face beginning to twist into a savage grimace of animalistic pleasure.
Cindy could not crane her head enough to get a glimpse of what her father was doing, but the unusual sounds she heard made her blood run cold in horror. She knew now what diabolical acts the big brute of a man was capable of committing, and just prayed desperately that he would have his fill of the sadism he obviously craved as soon as possible.
Lance Gordon gave a savage grunt as he brought the birch rod down, laying it lustily across Cindy's dimpled buttocks. The reverberating lashing sound hissed through the air and cracked loudly on the girl's agonized flesh.
Cindy's body jerked and she twisted violently, screaming in pain, but unable to pull out of the way.
Lance grinned with satisfaction and lashed again and again, his arm bulging as he brought the birch rod down harder and harder each time. Throbbing red marks began to crisscross his sobbing daughter's quivering tender ass lobes as the brutal fellow brought the whip down again and again.
"D-DADDY! NOOOOOOO!" Cindy shrieked, "STOP! NO MORE! NO MORE! AIEEEE!"
But he continued to flay her buns for several more minutes. Then he stopped and stood there, panting, as he surveyed his handiwork. Sweat gleamed on his chest and arms, and beads of it stood out on his reddened, contorted features. His huge eleven inch dick stood straight out and throbbed with sensual excitement.
Again, Lance crossed to one of the book cases on the wall, returning with a bottle of eau de cologne. Gawking at his weeping daughter's lacerated buttocks, he poured a liberal handful of the cologne into the palm of his hand.
Stepping forward and grinning cruelly, he slapped his hand hard against one of her butt cheeks and then the other. Cindy jerked and screeched as the cologne burned her tender welts like liquid fire. Lewdly, her father rubbed both of his hands over the quaking, agonized globes of flesh, squeezing them crudely, rubbing the cologne deep into her brutalized flesh.
He returned the bottle of cologne to the shelf, and came back this time with a plastic container of baby oil. He squirted the unctuous liquid over the head of his huge, fat-headed cock, and with his fingers, squelched the oil up and down the entire length of his tumescent tool, getting it wet and shiny.
His breath was coming hard and fast now, and he clapped his hands cruelly against the cheeks of Cindy's ass once more, spreading them wide.
His glittering black eyes drank in the sight of her winking, puckered rosette, which had so recently been violated by the escaped convict.
Fisting the base of his tool in one horny hand, Lance guided it between his daughter's trembling buttocks and poked the tip against the maw of her rectum.
He rested there a moment and slid his hands up her trembling sides, and then around her waist, moving up until he had cupped her large moist breasts. He began to knead and massage them savagely, digging his fingers cruelly into the pliant, bouncy flesh. He sought out the full rosy nipples and caught them between his forefingers and thumbs and began to strum them sensually.
Then, he did two savage things at once. He rammed forward as hard as he could with his hips, and he pinched his fingers into her throbbing nipples, twisting them with all his might.
Cindy's screams echoed frantically through the sound-proofed cellar. White-hot pain coursed through her bowels as the huge, thick phallus burrowed its way eight inches inside her impossibly tight, slick, satiny bunghole. Her throbbing, protesting sphincter muscle clamped tightly around the wrist-sized middle of Lance's quivering length of gristle and flesh.
"AIEEEEEE!" the pretty blonde cheerleader screamed, "NOOO! NOOO! T-TAKE IT OUT! STOP! AIEEEE!"
"Scream all you like, you filthy little cock-teasing slut," Lance growled, his belly tight with lust, "You're gonna suffer for being such a bitch."
He hammered his pelvis forward hard, sinking the entire length of his cock to the balls inside her rectal passageway. His big balls swung up and slapped against her pouting, moist cuntal lips as he ground his belly against her quivering ass cheeks.
Lance mashed her nipples cruelly between his fingers, playing with them like strands of taffy, seeing how far he could stretch them away from her violated body. Cindy groaned and sobbed in agony, begging him repeatedly to stop hurting her, but her squeals merely kindled his perverse passions even more.
He drew his cock almost all the way out of her throbbing rectal sheath and then slammed it to the hilt again with a savage grunt.
Saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth as he began to become overwhelmed by the multiple sensations of lust and pleasure that consumed his body. His big swinging balls began to gather together and boil with fiery semen, and hot waves of savage lust consumed his belly and pounded in his temples.
He crushed his fingers brutally into Cindy's nipples and began to sodomize her as hard as he could, drawing back and slamming into her so hard that the heavy chain about her neck clanked and shook loudly.
"OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!" Cindy sobbed, her head reeling.
She was dizzy with pain, but through the miasma of agony that distorted her vision, she was becoming aware of a feeling of incredible pleasure, of a dark, strange pleasure she had fleetingly been aware of while she was being raped earlier in the day, a pleasure that emanated from pain and abuse.
"You like it, don't you bitch? You like this rough stuff!" Lance panted hotly into her ear as he wrenched at her aching nubbins and pounded his stiff pole up her aching ass.
Cindy sobbed in humiliation, unable to believe the depths of the degradation to which she had been reduced in such a short span of time.
She had always been spoiled rotten, a saucy, selfish little wench who got what she wanted, when she wanted it, was flattered and treated nicely by everyone around her, and didn't know the meaning of the word "punishment." Her sadistic Daddy was giving her a crash course in the subject ...
"OH, YEAH!" Lance panted hotly, increasing the tempo of his powerful strokes, shuddering as her slick, hot anal sleeve caressed and milked the rigid pole that drove brutally in and out of it, "TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN' CREAM!"
He dug his fingers so hard into her nipples that Cindy's eyes bulged in agony and she screamed aloud. Lance was roaring like an angry beast as hot searing flashes of pure, unmitigated pleasure fountained through his belly like lava, hurtling up the tubes of his cock and spurting in thick, healthy gushes deep into his comely daughters violated bowels.
He jammed his joint deep into her guts and rotated his hips lewdly, groaning as his prick spewed out the last few gushes of sadistic sperm.
Then, he drew his still rigid, glistening pecker out of her bunghole with a loud, moist sucking sound. He released her tits at the same moment, and Cindy gave a little gasp of relief. But her head was still spinning and her knees were weak, and she was all wet and itchy between her thighs.
She hoped her father was through with her now and would let her go. She vowed that the moment she got away from him, she would run till she couldn't run anymore, she would go to a friend's house and call her mother and beg her to come home and take her out of her evil father's sadistic clutches.
But, poor Cindy, she didn't know that Lance Gordon had only begun the sadistic regimen on the child who was temporarily in his custody. He had lots more in store for her.
In one corner of the basement there was a padlocked door. Unchaining his trembling, terrified daughter, Lance grabbed her by one of her pig tails and dragged her toward it. She stumbled along behind him reluctantly, her baby blue eyes large with fear and misgiving.
He unlocked the door and kicked it open, pushing Cindy in front of him into a small dingy chamber. It was like a prison cell, only there was no window. A solitary light-bulb was suspended from the ceiling, there was a hard cot attached to one wall, a toilet, and a shower stall. That was it.
Grabbing hold of his daughter by the back of the neck, he pushed her into the narrow shower stall. A ring of iron was attached to the wall of the stall with an identical neck collar to the one in the basement. Lance attached this to Cindy calmly, chaining her beneath the shower head.
The knobs for the shower were outside of the stall, a diabolical plumbing feat Lance had performed himself.
"I think your filthy slut body needs to be cleansed," he snarled at his daughter, reveling in the sight of her terrified, tear-streaked features.
He turned the right knob on, and immediately, stinging jets of icy cold water cut into Cindy's startled body. She gave a gasp of shock and tried to pull out of the way of the cold stinging water. But, it cascaded over her relentlessly, making her teeth chatter and her skin begin to turn blue. It was absolutely freezing!
"Is that too cold for you, honey?" Lance said sweetly.
"Y-YES!" she gasped, shivering convulsively.
"Then, we'll make it a little warmer, shall we?"
He turned off the cold water, and at the same time, turned the hot water on full blast. Cindy felt numbed for a split second, and then, the searing hot jets of water began to burn into her shuddering flesh, scalding it horribly.
"AAIIEEEEEEEEE!" Cindy screamed in pain.
Lance grinned evilly as he watched her struggled violently to get away from the scalding jets of water that plummeted against her skin mercilessly.
"DA-A-ADDY! TURN IT OFF! I'M BURNING TO DEATH! AIEEEEEE!" she shrieked.
Finally, he did turn it off, but only when Cindy's screams began to resemble those of an animal being slaughtered.
He unchained her and dragged the sobbing, half conscious girl across the room, dropping her unceremoniously on the hard mattress of the cot.
Then, he went to the door, opened it, walked into the adjoining basement, closed it behind him and turned the key in the lock.
Except for the dim glow of the light bulb that swung high above her, the room was small and dark and gloomy.
Cindy was aching with pain. Every time she moved, a sharp stab of agony would course through her. She lay back, naked and wet, on the cot and sobbed herself into a deep, troubled sleep ...
CHAPTER SIX
When Cindy awoke, the first thing she became aware of was how cold she was. Her teeth were chattering and her nose and ears felt blue. She sat up on the cot, her head whirling, trying to orient herself.
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright, remembering the horrible things that had occurred to her ... how long ago had it been? An hour? Several hours? A day? She had no idea how long she had slept, only that it had been a deep sleep.
Then pretty blonde whimpered in renewed terror and padded across the cold hard floor to the heavy door. She tried to knob, but it wouldn't budge. Finally, she began to pound on the door with her fists in frustration and scream for help.
"SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!"
But her voice just Trounced right back, and hers were the only ears to hear her frantic cries ...
After he locked his daughter up in the little cell he had constructed for just such a purpose and had finally had an opportunity to use it, Lance Gordon went straight to bed. It took a lot of energy out of him to revel in the violent sadistic fantasies that almost continually plagued his mind.
He lay naked beneath his sheets and remembered the sight of his daughter's quivering, shuddering body, and her huge terrified eyes. He recalled the piercing shrieks of pain that had been torn from her throat as most people would recall a piece of beautiful music. His cock was still throbbing and hard, but he left it alone, saving himself for tomorrow and a new day for the sadistic debauchery he had in store for his sixteen year old daughter, Cindy.
He closed his eyes, and before he fell asleep, remembered the primal scene he had voyeuristically observed at the tender age of eleven, a scene which burned a deep impression in his mind, affecting his sexual urges from then on ...
His father and mother, Nathan and Corinne Gordon, had owned a small house in a suburban neighborhood. Lance was their only child. His bedroom was directly next door to theirs, and ever since he could remember, he had been aware late at night of strange noises in the adjoining' bedroom. His mother's voice frequently raised to a shriek and then was suddenly muffled, and there was a lot of creaking and slapping and groaning which he had always been curious about, and a little afraid of.
A big closet was pressed up against the wall that divided the two rooms, and one day, while eleven year old Lance was rummaging in his closet for a toy, he noticed a hole in the back of the closet, made by a rat. The vermin had also begun to gnaw through the wooden wall, but had not quite made it through.
His heart thumping, Lance took out a pen knife and began to finish what the rat had begun. He chiseled away at the hole for an hour, and finally, the blade slipped through and a ray of light shone into the closet. He carefully rounded out the hole until it was big enough to peer through easily. Crouching on his knees in the closet, he saw, to his delight, that he had a perfect view of the room, and particularly, of the big four-poster bed.
He heard his mother calling at that point, and went to see what she wanted, and shortly afterwards, had forgotten all about the peep hole he had fashioned.
Late that night, a couple of hours after he had gone to sleep, Lance was awakened by noises in his parents' bedroom. He heard his father speaking in a low, deep voice, and the voluptuous tremor of his wife's voice was occasionally to be heard as well.
Remembering the closet hole, Lance quietly clambered out of bed, went to the closet and crept inside, bending down and squinting through the small hole. He certainly got an eye full!
Nathan Gordon had set up a huge spot light, which was trained directly on the center of the large four poster bed. In the center of the bed, Corinne Gordon lay in a highly voluptuous pose.
She was wearing a sexy red wig and long false eye-lashes. Rouge made spots on her cheeks, and her full, luscious lips were painted scarlet. Long black silk gloves came up to her elbows, and strands of pearls hung across her lily white, and completely bared, breasts, which swung like pendulous water balloons with rosy red, sand dollar sized nipples.
She was wearing black net stockings and frilly garters, and black shoes with spiked heels. Her finger nails were painted scarlet.
Lance's eyes grew big, as did his little boner, as he observed the sight of his usually prim and proper mother, transformed into a classic slut. She was rubbing the heel of one hand up and down between her thighs, spreading her legs lewdly and pouting her lips, putting on quite a show for her turned on hubby.
Her fat, puckered vagina was completely shaved, a slick, pink, moist hill of flesh. Using both hands, she peeled back the swollen outer lips of her labia, so that the powerful spot light glimmered on the pink, sticky interior of her succulent cunt.
Nathan Gordon stood at the end of the bed, stark naked. He was a tall, stocky, hefty man with a burly wrestler's built, and a muscular body which was covered with dense dark hair. Sticking out from his middle was a huge, vein-etched phallus which made Lance's eyes bug out in surprise. He couldn't believe the size of the thing! His own little weenie had a lot of growing to do, and though he wouldn't have believed it at the time, would one day be several inches longer and a good deal thicker than his Daddy's barbed javelin.
His father went over to a corner of the room and came back with an expensive camera on a tripod, and a hand held movie camera. He clicked a few photographs, and then began to take movie footage of his voluptuous slut of a wife, rubbing her clitoris with her fingers and cooing at him.
But Nathan Gordon had staged a little surprise for his wife, a bizarre charade he wanted to capture on film, a charade which was unwittingly witnessed by his son and forever colored the impressionable boy's responses to sexuality and violence.
At a given moment, the door to the bedroom swung open, and two huge men dashed into the room. Both were huge hulking guys, well over six feet tall, weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds apiece. They had stockings over their heads, distorting their features. Otherwise, they were stark naked.
The first man was a huge white man with a muscle-bound, smooth, hairless body and a huge phallus that swung in a half-erect state between his legs. His companion was a big black dude with a comparably proportioned penis, and dark mahogany flesh stretched over thick rippling bands of musculature.
Corinne jerked her head in their direction, her face contorting into an expression of mingled shock and horror. Lance never forgot that expression, and always sought to elicit a similar response in his own female victims.
But before his sluttish mother could react, the two hunks threw themselves on top of her. The white dude slapped a hand over her mouth while the black guy held her arms.
Still rolling the camera, Nathan bent down, picked up a coil of rope, and tossed it to the black man, who quickly flipped Lance's mother onto her side and tied her hands tightly behind her back.
Nathan produced a huge rubber ball and a roll of black tape, which he tossed to the white rapist. The hulking brute forced the ball quickly into Corinne's mouth, so she had only time to make a strangled gurgling sound before she was gagged. The tape was wound tightly several times around her head, sealing her mouth shut. Her hazel eyes bulged in terror and consternation as they darted from one masked man to the other, and then, with a look of incredulity, to her husband.
He merely grinned at her, and continued to film the illicit scene, while with his free hand, he jerked on his rock-hard sex tool.
When Corinne was securely bound, with her arms tied behind her back, the black guy took another strand of rope and made a noose. He slipped it about Corinne's neck and yanked it tight, until her eyes bulged. Then, he securely tied it around the headboard, incapacitating her from struggling.
The white guy, meanwhile, took each of her stockinged, high heeled feet, wound a rope tightly around each ankle, and bent them forward, tying them securely to each corner at the head of the bed.
As a result, her legs were spread as widely as possible and her body was bent nearly in two, both of her succulent pink orifices completely opened and visible to the camera and to her watching son.
The black guy pulled up his stocking mask over the bridge of his nose and plunged his face between Corinne's legs. His long pink tongue swiped over her cunt, flicking back and forth as he greedily tasted her juices. At the same time, he began to slide his fingers over her full, bouncy buttocks, sticking them into the deep crack and seeking out the puckered maw of her rectum.
The white guy bent down and began sucking on one of Lance's Mom's big thrusting boobs. He suckled it noisily, drawing his cheeks in, and then began to savagely gnaw and chew at the delicious rivets of strawberry-colored flesh.
Corinne's eyes bulged and her back arched feebly as she was obviously wracked with pain. But she could not move. If she jerked too violently, the noose would steadily tighten about her throat and strangle her. Her hands were tied securely behind her back, and her ankles were bound to the bed posts on either side of her head.
Her body jerked again as the black dude slipped three fingers up her tight, quivering anus. Still licking and sucking her unctuous pink cunt, he frigged her ass brutally, ramming his hand back and forth and forcing his fingers deep inside her hot rectal passage.
"Get the candle!" Nathan Gordon called hoarsely.
The white dude hopped off the bed, striding to a side table. Opening a drawer, he returned with a huge wax candle, about fourteen inches long and very thick, with a long wick.
Lighting the candle with a match, the big brutal stud clambered onto the bed again and caught hold of one of Corinne's big pillowy breasts.
He lifted it up and squeezed hard so that the puckered, saliva-imbued nipple thrust into the air like a small finger. Then, he lowered the candle until it was about six inches from her tender nubbin. Corinne tried to scream through the gag, but succeeding only in making horrible gurgling noises, as the heat blasted through her flesh.
Slowly, he poured over the throbbing nib.
Corinne's body jerked spasmodically as the white-hot wax seared into her aching nipple, and she writhed even more frantically, as he moved to her other tit and saturated it, too, with hot wax. When he was through, her breast was dripping with hardening wax which completely obscured her nipples from view.
The black guy, meanwhile, was working a fourth finger into Corinne's tight, sweet bunghole. Folding his fingers together, he pressed his thumb tightly against the heel of his hand and began to slowly worm his wrist back and forth, punching rhythmically against Corinne's spasmodically protesting sphincter muscle.
With a slow, sinking movement, the black stud's huge hand slid into Lance's mother's tight, agonized rectum, and the circled ass-hole muscle clamped snugly around the dude's thick wrist. He began to twist his hand lewdly from side to side, forcing her sphincter to relax.
Tears had sprung to Lance's mother's eyes, and she was rolling them wildly, her face changing colors like a chameleon. Uncontrollable spasms were wracking her body, and horrible noises gurgled in her throat.
The big white dude scooted down on the bed, and the black guy lifted his face from Mrs. Gordon's thighs, his mouth and chin dripping with Corinne's unctuous feminine juices.
The white guy carefully lowered the huge candle until the flickering flame was inches away from the shaved, puckered petals of Corinne's pink, quivering cunt. He slowly moved the flame closer and closer, until it sizzled and sputtered as it touched the oozing juices of her outer vagina.
The noises Corinne was making now were those of someone trying to scream with all their might and unable to make a sound ... Her body jackknifed and shuddered as she desperately sought to pull away from the scorching flame that blazed against her groin.
Turning the candle on its side, the white man's muscles bulged as he rammed it suddenly forward between the spread, trickling lips of her vulva There was a sizzling sound as the contact of candle and flesh put out the flame, and the big brutal rapist began to saw the huge stick of wax back and forth brutally. Slowly, it sank into Corinne's wide-spread, vulnerable twat which stretched wide to accommodate the enormous dildo-like object.
Corinne's face turned bright red, and her eyes rolled back into her head as inch after inch of the thick candle sank inside of her. The white guy began to saw his arm back and forth violently, driving almost thirteen inches of the huge object deep into her body, cruelly battering her cervix.
As he began to tuck her lustily with the candle, the other guy began to punch his thick black arm back and forth, driving more and more of it into her colon, forcing his fist into the depths of her tortured guts.
Lance's eyes bulged in transfixed amazement, horror and bizarre interest as he watched the incredible sight of a man's muscular arm sliding in and out of his Mommy's tight, agonized bunghole, while at the same time, another man was feeding a gigantic candle all the way inside her tortured pussy. Waves of uncontrollable lust were beginning to consume the small boy's feverish imagination.
"Yeah! Do it! Rape the bitch with your fist and that fuckin' candle! Give it to her!" Nathan panted hoarsely, still filming the rape scene, and jerking on his rigid pecker frantically.
Then battered poor Corinne Gordon's nether chasms for nearly an hour, and by that time, she had been reduced to a shuddering, quivering mass of wet, limp flesh, her eyes glazed over with pain, fear and unwitting pleasure.
Then, receiving a signal from Lance's father, the two dudes pulled out of her with moist squelching sounds. Her gaping holes winked and shuddered and dripped when the fist and candle were removed.
The big dudes then stood on each side of the bed and began to pump on their rigid twelve inch dicks while they gazed down at the woman they had just sexually assaulted. Jerking their boners hard, they bent forward and strained urgently, their muscles popping as they approached a climax.
Simultaneously, twin jets of hot spattering semen fountained from the two dicks, hitting Corinne Gordon square in the face. Great gooey globs of the stuff hung in webbed strands from her hair, eye-lashes and chin, and dripped down her face, falling in steady drops onto her wax-covered tits.
Bringing his camera with him, Nathan Gordon shuffled forward, masturbating furiously, and he gave a thick roar as he approached the end of the bed. His gruelly, pungent sex juice spurted violently from his lust-hardened dick, spattering over his bound wife's belly and breasts.
Corinne was a mess. Her body was quivering uncontrollably, and dripped with semen and sweat, shining in the unrelenting glow of the spot-light.
But the three brutes weren't through with her yet. Lance remained on his knees in the closet for most of the night, ogling the succession of bizarre and violent rituals to which his trussed up, helpless mother was subjected.
Each man took turns raping her with their cocks and fists, in both orifices, and they poured hot wax repeatedly on her cunt and nipples, peeling away the old cooling layers to make way for new, white-hot streams of the stuff.
After a long, grueling, sadistic session, the three panting dudes untied her from the bed posts and tossed her into a shuddering, limp mass in the middle of the floor. Then, they stood above her and pissed long streams of urine over her aching, quivering body and contorted face ...
The next day, when she was freed, Corinne Gordon had taken her son and fled from her husband's home, suing him for a divorce. Lance never saw his father again. But his mother had a succession of lovers as he was growing up, and Lance made a point of sneaking out frequently and peering in the bedroom window. Though she never got into anything as incredible as that night of S&M he had peeked on at the age of eleven, his mother was really into kinky, wild-sex, and Lance was nurtured on this idea throughout his adolescence.
When Lance awakened in the morning, he recalled that he had dreamt about that childhood experience and shook his head groggily, his lust beginning to gather in his groin. He only dreamed of that time when he was extremely sensually aroused. His warped mind flickered quickly as he formulated his plans for Cindy for the day. He decided to give her the full treatment.
He took a long shower and ate a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs. Then, he went to the phone and dialed the number of the police precinct. He asked to speak with Officer Dan O'Reilly. They had a short conversation, and the result was that the cop promised to be over at the Gordon residence in half an hour.
Lance decided to check on Cindy and get her prepared for the long, hot session he had planned.
Going into the basement, he heard her pounding on the door and squealing like a stuck pig. Little bitch! he thought contemptuously, I should have kept her arms tied all night.
He crossed to the door quickly, turning the key in the lock and jerking it open. Cindy almost toppled to the floor the door opened so fast and unexpectedly. She staggered naked into the room, and gasped as she saw her father, standing before her, nude as a jay bird and with an ugly expression on his face.
With a hysteric shriek, she darted for the stairs. Lance tackled her before she had gone three steps, slamming her to the hard dirt floor and twisting her arm cruelly behind her back.
"You'll pay for that, young lady," he snarled, and then grabbed one of her pig tails and jerked it back hard.
He took up a strand of rope that lay coiled near by and tightly bound her wrists behind her back.
All the while, Cindy was babbling hysterically, begging him to let her go.
"PLEASE, Daddy, PLEASE let me go! You're sick! You need help! You don't really want to hurt me!" she squealed pitifully, her baby blue eyes huge and limpid.
He grimaced at her savagely and said, "You really want to be hurt, baby, whether you admit it or not. That's what all you bitches want. It's what you were made for."
He crossed to a shelf and picked out an object from a box, and returned quickly.
"You talk too much, bitch," he said, grabbing her by the back of the neck and squeezing hard, "I guess you haven't learned to be respectful of me yet. Stick out your tongue!"
He squeezed harder, and her mouth opened as she gagged slightly. Instantly, he reached his thick fingers inside and clamped them on the tip of her tongue, jerking the pink wriggling membrane out of her mouth. Cindy's eyes bulged and she made gargling noises of fear.
He produced a metal clamp with a screw, and quickly applied it to the tip of her tongue. He turned the screw rapidly with his fingers, tightening it until it clamped painfully onto the tongue. Cindy gave a hollow screech of pain, her eyes swimming in tears.
There was a metal loop on the bottom of the clamp with a strand of string going through it. This string was attached to two rings of steel which clamped open and closed
Snapping them open, Lance tugged down on both ends of the string, practically ripping Cindy's aching tongue out of her mouth. He snapped the clips simultaneously onto each of her full turreting nipples before she was aware of what he was trying to do.
Sharp, white-hot needles of pain shot through her breasts and her eyes overflowed with tears as she gave a muffled scream of pain.
Grinning lasciviously, Lance Gordon stood back and surveyed his daughter critically. He pushed her down on her knees on the dirt floor and stared down at her contemptuously. His big rigid dick flopped out in front of him like a meaty sausage.
There was a knock on the basement door, and Cindy's eyes swiveled towards the stairs, sparkling with the faint hope that someone had heard her cries and was coming to her rescue.
The door opened, and heavy footsteps rattled on the stairs.
"Hi, there, Dan," Lance Gordon's voice boomed, "You're just in time to help me dish out a little punishment to my wayward daughter!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy's eyes widened as she saw a hulking, uniformed cop descend the stairwell and coming towards them. He had on a motor-cycle helmet and gloves, a cop's badge, a gun in a holster, thick boots and a nightstick dangling from a thong of leather from his wrist. Dark glasses obscured his eyes, but he had a small reddish moustache and a jutting, masculine jaw, and a cruel thin mouth.
Dan O'Reilly was a hulking brute of a man. At thirty-three, he stood six foot three inches tall and weighed two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle. He was also one of the meanest sons of bitches Lance had ever come across.
They had been in Vietnam together, and had done some very savage things. What they had in common was an enjoyment of the brutality they were so free with during the war. He recalled one delicious incident where the two of them trapped a Vietnamese woman and her two daughters in a hut, and proceeded to subject the females to three days of rigorous sexual torture. That had been the climactic moment of their Vietnamese association.
Dan had come back and joined the police force. His specialty now was getting nubile young girls to pull off the rode, and-forcing them to have sex with him. He also liked to pick up hitch-hikers and take them to his secluded country house and subject them to horrible acts of sadism. Lance was frequently invited to these sessions, and Lance sometimes returned the favor.
Dan strode insolently around Cindy, looking down at her through his dark glasses, an ugly smirk on his face. He lifted a boot and pressed it against her chest, knocking her suddenly onto her back on the floor. He ran the toe of the boot down between her aching tits and over the quivering hairless mound of her snatch.
"Why don't you unscrew the clamp on the bitch's tongue, Lance?" he drawled suddenly, "I have some other things I'd like to keep her mouth occupied with for a while."
Lance gave a snicker of acquiescence and bent down, rapidly unscrewing the clamp and freeing both her tongue and her tits. She lay panting and quailing on the floor, her huge blue eyes darting from one big man to the other in terror.
She didn't miss the gigantic lump in Officer O'Reilly's crotch, and she could tell by the way he talked and treated her that he was as diabolical a sadist as was her father.
Dan O'Reilly lifted his huge boot and brought the sole down suddenly until it was within an inch of her face.
"Clean it," he said quietly.
Cindy hesitated for a second. That was a mistake. He slammed his boot down hard on her face, banging her head against the floor and rattling her teeth violently. She sobbed in pain and terror, and opened her trembling, bruised lips, thrusting out her tongue and laving it across the filthy corrugated sole of his boot. Chunks of mud and dirt came off in her mouth and rolled down her throat, but anything was better than being stomped with that huge boot. She lapped at the boot energetically, licking it clean as he rotated it slowly over her face, tilting it to make sure she got every nook and cranny completely clean.
Then he raised his other boot and did the same thing. When she was done, the brawny cop stood back and began to insolently unbutton his shirt, he threw it off carelessly and unbuckled his gun belt, dropping it to the ground beside him. Then, his gloved hands dropped to his fly, and he slowly, seductively unzipped it. He kicked off his boots and let his trousers slide to the floor, steppping out of them. He wore a jock strap beneath, but it was lifted away from his tight belly by a rock-hard twelve inch erection that pointed obscenely into the air at a forty-five degree angle.
Dan O'Reilly had a rock-hard physique with perfect muscular definition. He lifted weights and was in incredible physical condition. His hard, tanned body was devoid of hair, except for the patches beneath his arms and surrounding the enormously thick base of his horse-sized dick. He was a formidable looking dude, all right, and Cindy gaped up at him in awe and fear, unable to repress a tingling, heated response deep in her aching, violated pussy.
He bent down and grabbed one of Cindy's pig tails and hauled her to her feet by it.
"Clean my body, bitch," he said tonelessly, slamming her face against his chest.
Her puckered, full, sensual red lips grazed over the hard, solid definition of his pecs, and she sluiced out her tongue, obediently lapping at his sweaty, unclean flesh.
He lifted an arm and forced her face beneath it. The blasting heat of his arm pit hit her in the face, causing her nostrils to quiver as she inhaled the musky, bittersweet scent of his unwashed masculinity. She thrust out a tired tongue and laved the curly stands of hair there, tasting the salty sweat and dirt.
He forced the pretty blonde nymphet to lick both of his arm pits clean, and then made her move down his body. She laved the hollow of his sweaty navel, and found herself face to face with his enormous, vein-latticed pecker. It looked like an arm with a balled fist thrusting at her.
A pearly droplet of pre-come shimmered on the puckered glans, and Dan shoved her face brutally against his crotch.
"Suck it, bitch," he snarled, "Open your mouth wide!"
Whimpering in fear, Cindy circled her lips into an 'O', stretching her jaws to their fullest capacity. The huge, bulbous, mushroom-shaped knob grazed between her teeth and slid over the silken trough formed by her tongue. The pungent taste of his manhood filled her mouth, and made her salivate with sudden, reluctant desire.
Grabbing tight hold of the back of her head, O'Reilly punched forward with his hips brutally, slamming his huge wedge of manmeat deep into her mouth. It slammed against the back of her throat, and Cindy gave a muffled grunt of surprise and horror as the huge, bulging log of meat and gristle began to stretch apart her throat muscles as it sank deep into her gullet.
Her huge blue eyes got wider and wider, and her face got bluer and bluer. The massive meat sank deeper and deeper into her constricting throat. She couldn't breathe. Her jaws felt as though they would surely snap. Her mouth felt completely stuffed with fleshy, rigid meatiness. Finally, her bloated, puckered lips were mashed against the pungent pubic bush that surrounded Dan's gigantic phallus like a wiry mane, and his big balls swung against her chin.
He drew back slowly, allowing her to gulp down a breath of air before he slammed back into her throat once more. Then, he began to fuck her mouth and throat hard, pumping into her with piston-like vigor, yanking her head against his crotch with both powerful hands.
Lance watched this with glittering eyed interest, his own prick shuddering and throbbing with voyeuristic excitement. Then, he crossed quickly to his whip rack and selected a thick blacksnake. He took the long, menacing looking leather lash, with its braided, snaking tip, and strode around in back of Cindy.
The crouching girl was fully occupied on the task at hand, sucking helplessly on the big boner that so mercilessly battered her throat, and her sweet, pale buttocks were poking innocently in the air, shivering as she quivered uncontrollably.
With a savage grin of sensual glee, Lance drew back his arm and brought the whip whirling through the air. It lashed violently across the buttocks which were still red and smarting from the beatings she had received the afternoon and evening before.
Cindy's eyes bulged and a hoarse screech deep in her throat was forced back down by Dan's plunging pecker. Red hot pain soared through her blistered buns, and her body jerked frantically as she tried in vain to pull away.
But it was no use. Her father grunted and snarled with savage excitement as he brought the whip down again and again across her tortured ass lobes, and burning hot waves of agony rippled through her body, making her dizzy and weak. But, her thighs were gett' moist at the same time, and quivers of heat ran up and down her tight cuntal furrow, which oozed with her sweet feminine juices.
With a little growl of sensual pleasure, Dan suddenly released her head and pulled back. His huge, rigid dick squelched out of her circled, rosy red lips and flapped up wetly against his tight, washboard rippling belly. At the same moment, Lance Gordon ceased whipping his daughter's aching ass.
Her face was grimaced with pain, tears staining the flushed cheeks, and her bloated red lips were glistening with saliva. Dan grinned cruelly. Hell, the bitch looked appetizing!
Lance bent down and grabbed one of his daughter's pig-tails. Dan O'Reilly did the same with the other, and together, they dragged her across the floor by her hair to one of the tarp-covered contraptions in the far corner of the room.
This one was simple, merely a long flat horizontal board held into the air by two metal posts driven into the floor.
Dan held Cindy by the waist in the air while her father quickly untied her hands and the shuddering sixteen year old felt a sudden, pathetic surge of relief. Perhaps they were going to let her go now!
But she had no such luck. Lance grabbed one of her legs and stretched it painfully straight up in the air, pressing it back against the board. Cindy was lucky to have been such a limber and athletic girl, or this might have ripped a ligament or two. Her arm was then pressed against the inside of her knee, and a rope was rapidly wound about the board and her two limbs, binding them securely in place.
Lance stretched her other hand along the board and bound it securely by the wrist. Her left leg dangled free, not quite reaching the floor, and her aching, wide-open cunt was spread and vulnerable and pink. Both men regarded it with hot, salacious eyes, licking their lips in excitement.
Lance crossed to the corner of the room and fumbled around for a while, returning with a tall candle stick and a short fat waxen candle. He lit the wick and placed the stick on the floor directly in front of Cindy.
The sixteen year old blonde whimpered as she saw the flickering flame, her body trembling with horrified anticipation.
It could only get worse!
Lance gripped her free leg with both hands above the knee and slowly began to force her body towards the flame. Cindy whimpered in terror, straining to pull away, for she saw that her cunt was directly in line with the flickering wick.
But she was no match for her burly, muscular father. Within moments, the crackling heat of the flame blazed against her tender flesh, getting hotter and hotter as Lance drew her closer, inch by inch.
"NO, DADDY! NOOOOO!" she shrieked hysterically, breaking the fearful silence she had tried to maintain.
The flame flickered so close that it scorched her flesh, sending white-hot ripples of agony tearing through her loins, and singing her lambent blonde pubic bush.
Lance released her leg and she swung away from the flame, sobbing with relief. Her father turned to Dan O'Reilly, his eyes glittering with diabolical excitement, and he said, "O.K., Dan, she's all yours!"
The huge cop bent down and drew his gun from the holster. It was a menacing looking Magnum with a big long barrel. He also picked up his long thick nightstick, and strode up to the sobbing bound girl.
Raising the gun, he waved it before the girl's eyes and sneered at her in contempt.
"Just in case you get any illusions about this being not loaded," he drawled insolently, and quickly turned the gun toward one wall, pulling the trigger. A deafening report went off and his hand jerked, and one of the wooden shelves splintered as the bullet ripped into it.
Grinning, the sadistic cop turned the smoking barrel back toward Cindy's blanched face and poked it at her slightly parted lips.
"Open your mouth, cunt!"
Sobbing a little, Cindy let her lower jaw drop, and O'Reilly jabbed the barrel inside and lewdly sluiced it back and forth over her tongue. The tip of the barrel was smoking hot from being fired so recently, and she jerked her head a little as it seared her tongue.
"Suck on it, baby, suck that gun or it'll blow your head off," the cop growled.
Her eyes bulging in fear, Cindy closed her lips over the barrel of the gun and she slurped on it loudly as it drew it in and out of her mouth like a hard metal cock.
Then, he took his night stick and drew it slowly from the hollow of Cindy's throat down into her deep cleavage, drawing it up the sloping, resilient sides of her big bosoms. He lightly smacked the side of one of her breasts with the stick, causing it to jiggle, and then hit it a little harder, and then, harder still, all the while working the barrel of his gun in and out of her mouth. Cindy winced in pain, but dared not move for fear of causing the gun to go off accidentally.
With a savage grin, Dan removed the barrel of the Magnum from her mouth and handed it to Lance, who holstered it for him. Then, the big stud lifted his enormous night stick and growled menacingly at Cindy, "Lick this and get it all nice and wet!"
The sixteen year old blonde sobbed brokenly, but flicked out her little pink tongue and lapped the cold, hard wooden cudgel. He ran the thick pole over her lips and tongue, twirling it until its tip was gleaming and dripping with her saliva.
Then, he drew it slowly down her body again, leaving a gleaming trail of spittle in the wake of its downward trek.
Cindy shuddered as the huge wooden stick slid over the slick, sensitive, aching outer lips of her scalded vagina. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, expecting the worst. But the crafty cop had other plans for his night stick. He moved it down the slit of her pussy and sawed it under her legs.
Tightening his grip and choking up on the long, thick wooden cudgel, he turned it into a vertical position beneath her, and punched upward until the saliva-wettened tip poked the puckered winking orifice of her ass-hole.
Cindy's eyes flew open and she gave a strangled sob of fear. Glaring at her through his dark glasses, still wearing his motor-cycle helmet, the hulking brute Who was about to rape her ass with his night stick was indeed a fearsome looking creature.
Cindy was trembling uncontrollably as she gawked at him.
Gripping the stick hard, his muscles bulging outward on his arms, Dan gave a savage grunt as he rammed the makeshift dildo upward. He pushed so hard and suddenly that her stubborn sphincter muscle didn't even have a chance to resist. It was suddenly splayed wide apart as the rigid, thick night stick rammed up about ten inches into her rectum.
Cindy shrieked in pain, her body convulsing, tears flying from her eyes. Dan grinned at her lewdly, fucking the stick in and out of her ass with vigorous, cruel strokes, driving it slowly deeper and deeper into her guts each time. Cindy's screams were getting high-pitched and hysterical, and her face was a mask of pain.
"Hey, there, Lance," Dan drawled over his shoulder, "Give me a hand with this night stick-while I take care of this filthy little slut's pussy."
Cindy's father strode around in back of the screaming shuddering teenage nymphet and crouched down, gripping the wooden pole with both hands. When Dan let go, he continued to rhythmically drive it up and down, jabbing it deep into the tortured girl's aching intestines and twisting it brutally around inside of her.
Dan O'Reilly then fisted his twelve inch rod and stood up, stretching his legs apart and with his free hand, grabbing hold of Cindy's dangling leg by the ankle. He stretched it back against her shoulder, parting her full, fleshy vaginal lips, and clearly exposing the juicy, delectable entryway to her bower of bliss.
Hunching his pelvis forward, he lodged the thick meaty knob of his dick in the shallow maw, and then began to lustily heave and hump his hips and ass back and forth.
Cindy's body shuddered and she screamed with even more urgency, her eyes rolling into her head, flecks of saliva drooling over her full strawberry-hued lips. White-hot pain stabbed through her bowels, and her cunt now burst into flame as a huge, dry slab of rigid tumescent manmeat ripped into her tight love chasm, stuffing her to the brim with one foot of horse-meat.
Swiveling his hips lewdly and savoring the extremely snug fit of her agonized sheath. Dan O'Reilly began to pound in and out of her violently, little grunts of pleasure spraying from his lips.
Each time he slammed into Cindy, he propelled her back onto the upright night stick, which sank deeper and deeper inside of her. Lance grinned and pulled the night stick almost all the way out of her, and then brutally shoved it back inside.
Now, there was something animalistic about the noises gurgling from Cindy's throat. She was no longer thinking rationally. Her mind was a blur of sharp sensations and animal needs. The pain and a peculiar, cracked pleasure had blended into one flowing wave of heat that coursed ceaselessly through her vibrating middle. She began to moan and squeal like a crazed thing, pumping back and forth uncaringly,' impaling herself on the two turgid shafts of steely tumescence.
Dan groaned in pleasure as he felt the rigid night stick sliding into the girl through the thin membrane that separated her two sexual furrows. His head was pounding with lustful blood and he snarled like a bull in rut as he pounded Cindy's cunt to a quivering pulp.
He threw back his head and shouted in triumphant carnal culmination as his huge log of flesh expanded and hosed great blasting bursts of searing man come deep into her throbbing womb.
Cindy tossed her braids in a frenzy and shrieked as she felt herself coming and coming through the haze of pain that shrouded her senses. She came violently, and her pussy and bunghole sucked and convulsed violently as shudders of delight raged through her. So violent was the force of this orgasm, that as she squealed and gasped and shuddered in its throes, her head spun and she saw spots before her eyes, and sank into black, blissful unconsciousness....
Dan O'Reilly drew his shrinking dong out of the battered, swooning sixteen year old slut's throbbing pussy with a satisfied grunt, sweat streaming in steady rivulets down his muscular body.
Lance removed the night stick from his daughter's rectum with a squelching sound.
"That's some hot bitch of a daughter you got there, Lance," Dan O'Reilly drawled, "There's lots of things I'd like to do with her."
"Dan," Lance said in a lust-thickened voice, "I intend to do everything possible to this little slut. She's my total fuck slave. And whatever you want to do to her, you're welcome to do."
"Well, I ain't got much time right now," Dan said regretfully, pulling on his trousers, "But I'll be back later, after work, for a longer, hotter session."
"Your night stick's a mess," Lance said.
"Yeah, well wake the bitch up to clean it."
And she did with her tongue!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next few days were an almost continual nightmare of sadism and torture for poor Cindy Gordon. Her mind nearly cracked, and her body was stretched to limits that she had never believed herself capable. And more and more, she was beginning to crave the abuse that was so liberally dished out by her father and his sadistic friends.
One day, Lance tied his daughter's hands and feet together behind her back and suspended her from a meat hook from the ceiling, so that she was dangling about two feet from the floor. She hung there for hours, her wrists and ankles being chafed and bitten into by the cruel bonds.
Then, Lance reappeared with Dina Sothern in tow. The seventeen year old beauty had waited for her Master to call her, but he had been extremely preoccupied with his new slave. But Dina had not dared to telephone Lance; such an aggressive action on the part of a slave was strictly unorthodox.
But Lance had not forgotten her, and decided to use Dina to add spice and variety to his warped sexual imagination.
Dina was dressed in a light dress with a floral pattern and shoulder straps, and wore nothing else, except for sandals.
As soon as she had entered the dark cellar, and stood staring at Cindy in some surprise, Lance grabbed hold of her dress by the back and in one rending jerk of his arm, tore it right off her back.
Dina whimpered and cowered before him, her full wobbling bosoms growing erect with fear and excitement.
He gripped her by the back of the neck and shoved her brutally forward in the direction of his daughter.
Cindy looked up and found herself gazing at the comely, pinkish petals of Dina Sothern's oozing, shaved pussy.
"Come on, Cindy, you little bitch-slut," Lance's voice growled, "Lick that hot filthy cunt clean!"
He grabbed his daughter's hair and jerked her forward, mashing her face between Dina's legs.
Christy found her puckered lips and nose buried against the warm, velvety soft interior of Dina's thighs. She brushed her lips across the slick, puckered slit, and thrust out her tongue, sliding it between the soft, succulent petals and tasting the sweet buttery interior of the honeyed twat. Dina gave a soft whimper of pleasure and bucked her hips forward lewdly, grinding her big sopping pussy against Cindy's face.
Lance pulled Dina's arms behind her back while she undulating her hungry twat against his daughter's sucking, slurping mouth. He snapped a pair of hand cuffs about her wrists, and crossed to his whip rack, selecting a firm birch rod.
Returning, he stood behind Dina and watched her dimpled buns flex and quiver as she rotated her hips luxuriantly, enjoying the hot tonguing she was receiving from his promiscuous slave of a daughter.
He drew back his arm, his face contorting in a savage grin of diabolical pleasure, and brought the birch rod swishing through the air. It cut deeply into Dina's creamy buns, and she shrieked in mingled agony and pleasure, an uncontrollable shudder coursing through her nubile young form.
Lance Gordon grunted in exertion as he flayed her ass again and again with the birch, his arm reverberating with the force of each blow, saliva foaming between his tightly clenched teeth as he growled like an animal tearing at its prey. His dark eyes glowed with unnatural concupiscence.
Each time the birch slashed into the soft, bobbling melons of flesh, leaving crisscrossing red marks on the white translucence, Dina screamed and ground her hot quivering pussy harder against Cindy's gulping slurping mouth.
"AAIIEEEE! I'M GONNACU-U-U-UM!" she suddenly screeched hysterically.
Dina mashed her hips forward, and Cindy found her face getting smothered by wet, sloppy cuntal membranes, the rich feminine odors rushing to her head like an aphrodisiac. Dina's body quivered and spasmodically undulated against Cindy's face. The promiscuous braided blonde darted her tongue deeply into the clutching, spasming furrow, reveling in the feeling of its sucking tightness, and she gave a little squeal of joy as she felt Dina's hot feminine fluids gush and squirt into h er mouth as the seventeen year old slut came and came.
As soon as he saw that Dina was getting off, Lance laid into her ass with all his might, whipping the birch rod violently into her tender flesh. Dina's head whirled with white-hot pain which only made the pleasure and force of her orgasm more excruciatingly wonderful. She sobbed in joy and gratitude, and collapsed on her knees, her big bosoms trembling like great lobes of jello.
"Now, suck her tits, Cindy," Lance ordered brusquely.
Cindy saw that Dina's full ripe breasts were on a level with her mouth, now that Dina had fallen to her knees, and they looked incredibly delicious. The large, dollar sized nipples jutted forward, surrounded by pebbly pinkish aureoles, and pale veins could be seen beneath the pillowy translucent flesh of the succulent mounds.
Cindy circled and puckered her full rosy lips, and Dina leaned forward, lifting one of her hefty boobs in her hand and feeding the big nipple into Cindy's hot suckling mouth. The sixteen year old slut suckled it greedily, grazing her teeth over the niblet, her squirming lips sending darts of delight through Dina's sex-starved body.
"Now the other one!" Lance barked after a while.
With a moist slurping sound, Cindy released the tit that she had been working on, and it jiggled back into place, gleaming with her saliva. Dina immediately slipped her other nubbin into Cindy's greedy mouth.
The braided blonde sucked the sensuous slut's big boob luxuriantly, and Lance bent down to get a good look, his eyes blazing with lust.
"You suck real good, baby, real good," he said in a strange, husky voice, "And tonight, I'm gonna give you the opportunity of enjoying a real long, hard sucking contest. You're going to show how good and obedient a slave you have been trained to be. O.K., that's enough!"
Cindy regretfully released the other nipple, and stared with lustful interest at Dina's full, glittering boobs, droplets of saliva shimmering on the tips of each nipple.
Lance strode across the basement to one of his tarp-covered inventions and dragged it to the center of the room. Unveiling it, he revealed a strange, square wooden device about three feet in diameter, with a metal pole running vertically across the top. Returning to where Dina crouched on her knees beside
Cindy, he bent down and grabbed the sultry seventeen year old by the hair and hauled her to her feet, forcibly dragging her to the contraption.
Producing several coils of rope, he quickly trussed Dina's hands behind her back, and then lifted her up, hooking her knees over the metal pole and spreading them apart. He wound a length of rope tightly around her legs and back, securing her firmly to the device.
She was helpless, her wide-spread loins and buttocks suspended about two feet from the ground. Cindy craned her head to get a glimpse of this new torture instrument. Dina looked vulnerable and incredibly sexy tied up there. The blonde's shaved cunt glistened, as did her full bouncing bosoms, still saliva-imbued from the tonguing and sucking Cindy had given her.
Lance Gordon returned to the shelf and produced a large black box, which he carried over to where Dina was tied. Opening it, he produced a very fearsome looking object. It was a gigantic dildo connected to a jack. The rigid rubber prong was as thick as Dina's arm, with a huge rounded knob. The sides were pocked with large metal studs which had dull jutting points.
Dina's eyes bulged when she saw the device, and she began to whimper in fear, testing her bonds to see if there was any way for her to escape. There was none.
Cindy's father set the big object down directly beneath Dina's splayed, wide-open cunt. A lever connected to the dildo jacked it in the air each time Lance stepped on it. He did so slowly, gazing down at his helpless captive with glittering black eyes.
He began to pump it harder with his foot until the huge, fist-like tip pressed against Dina's parted, sticky vaginal petals, and pushed into the quivering opening of her cunt.
Then, he stomped on it with a vengeance, snarling with excitement as he felt the lever getting harder and harder to depress as it met with resistance.
Dina's eyes bulged and jaws dropped as the huge rubber head of the fake phallus brutally jammed its way into her furrow. But, as the incredibly thick, metal-studded shaft began to force its way deeper and deeper inside her agonized interior, she began to scream and struggle, her eyes rolling into her head as she grimaced and sobbed with pain.
Cindy gaped in disbelief as the huge phallus jacked up higher and higher, imbedding itself deeper and deeper into her violated twat. Finally, the thick base disappeared completely inside of her, and Dina's body twitched and convulsed spasmodically, mewls and whimpering moans of mingled pain and pleasure erupting from her circled, quivering lips.
For the rest of the afternoon, Lance Gordon completely ignored his daughter, leaving her dangling by her wrists and ankles from the ceiling while he concentrated on Dina Sothern.
Soon, the voluptuous blonde's shrieks and screams filled the room as Lance began to subject her to all kinds of diabolical acts of sadism.
He wore out a few whips and tried out several new contraptions he had devised recently.
Finally, he glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly time for the session he had planned for Cindy.
He unbound Dina, who was aching and shuddering all over, contemptuously tossed her ripped, dirtied clothes at her feet, and said, "All right, scram. Get the hell out of here before I stick a soldering iron up your cunt and leave it there!"
Dina was quick to obey ...
It was time to prepare Cindy for the little torture party he had in store for her that evening. He crossed to where she was dangling from the meat hook and lifted her off, untying the ropes that bit so cruelly into her wrists and ankles.
Then, he pulled out yet another tarp covered contraption and prepared it for the terror-stricken blonde girl. He bound her hands behind her back and pushed her toward the device. It was a simple structure with a wooden board attached to supporting poles, and a thick leather collar which he slid around Cindy's throat and choked tight, so she could hardly move.
Then, with a diabolical grin, he pulled back her pig tails, stretching them as far as he could without ripping the hair by the roots from her head, and pulled them over the wooden board.
He picked up a powerful stapler and stapled the braids of hair into the wood. Cindy found her head rendered immobile by the stapled pig tails and the collar, with her head tilted back and her knees dragging almost to the floor. It was a painfully uncomfortable posture.
There was a soft rap at the door, and Lance Gordon darted up the stairs. Cindy couldn't turn her head far enough to see what was going on, but she heard low voices, and then, the sound of several people in fact, quite a number of people descending into the basement.
She peered as far to the left as she could, and soon, a bizarre procession of people came into her line of vision.
Led by her father, six nude men filed up to the place where Cindy was bound and immobilized. Each of them had a leather mask completely covering his face, except for slits for the eyes, nostrils and mouth.
All were tall and ruggedly built, with prodigiously proportioned phalluses jutting from between their muscular legs.
Making the caboose of this train of human sadists was a zoftig, red-haired woman. She was about thirty, a big, coarse-looking female whose hair was obviously dyed. She had heavy make-up on; crimson lipstick, thick mascara and rouged cheeks, and there was something crudely sensuous about her features. She had almond-shaped, vixenish green eyes, and a terrific figure. She, too, was nude, and her thrusting, pendulous breasts had big strawberry-colored nipples. She had a thickly thatched reddish muff between her comely, creamy thighs. The eight people stood in front of Cindy J and surveyed her in utter silence. Lance nodded to the first man, and he stepped forward, coming close to Cindy.
He was a burly fellow, about six-two and a couple of hundred pounds in weight, with a thickly muscled, extremely hirsute body. A jutting nine inch prick throbbed rigidly from a wiry patch of pubes. Vine-like veins etched the sides, pulsating with hot blood.
The man fisted his hard ramrod and moved forward, swirling the thick head lewdly across Cindy's lips, smearing them with the driblet of pre-come that oozed from the puckered glans.
"Suck it, bitch!" Lance roared from behind him.
Whimpering, Cindy opened her mouth, and the nine inch cock was immediately shoved inside. The man gripped the wooden board and began to lustily fuck her mouth. Her head was positioned in such a way that she couldn't move it, and his bucking prick slammed easily against the back of her tonsils and slid down into her gullet before she knew what was happening.
Cindy's baby blue eyes bulged as she felt her throat stuffed with the thick, steely truncheon, and she gagged on it, fighting for breath. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she bravely forced herself to relax. She had had a lot of practice at oral sex over the last few days. She circled her full ruby lips around the pulsating shaft and sucked delectably, swirling her tongue over the corrugated stem, tasting the pungent man-taste of his thick dick.
The masked rapist growled in satisfaction and drew his hairy ass back, slamming his phallus brutally in and out of her throat. Each time he stroked into her, Cindy's braids were yanked cruelly by the impact of the thrust, and she gave muffled squeals of pain.
Lance had quietly gone to the whip rack, and returned with two resilient birch rods. He handed one to the big, buxom red-head, and gripped the remaining rod himself, crossing behind Cindy and ogling her sweet, pale-fleshed tush.
The big woman approached the man who was feeding his meat to the gurgling, choking sixteen year old girl.
At the same moment, Lance and the red-haired dominatrice brought their birch rods sizzling through the air, cutting them deeply into the buttocks of Cindy and of the guy who was jamming his joint into her mouth He gave a guttural, animal roar of passion, the pain merely sparking his savage, prurient sex drive, and he pounded into Cindy with gusto.
The girl's head spun with pain as the whistling birch rod cut across her ravaged buns again and again, crisscrossing them with angry red welts, sending red-hot flames of agony cutting through her middle.
She gulped and sucked and chewed on the fat rubbery dong in a frenzy, and after a few minutes, was rewarded by the sensation of having the tumescent shaft quiver and tremble between her lips. Thick, pungent blasts of hot jism catapulted violently into her throat, spurting deep into her belly as the big man howled with pleasure, undulating his hips frantically, mashing his pubes against Cindy's upturned nose. After his lewd cock had spat the last drop of man-juice down Cindy's throbbing throat, the masked man pulled his dick out of the girl's mouth with a moist popping sound and stood back, his dripping phallus shimmering in the light cast by the lanterns.
Immediately, to Cindy's horror, a second man appeared in his place, and a second, even bigger joint was jabbed between her aching jaws, and forced deep into her mouth. As the hulking,, brute began to fuck her mouth savagely, Lance and the dominatrice again began to beat the bared" buns of the girl and throat fucking guy, and groans of masculine passion mingled with gurgling, stifled screeches of girlish agony as the moist, slapping sound of his dick slamming into her mouth and throat resonated in a rhythmic tempo through the basement.
As they watched the girl getting her gullet stuffed with manmeat, the other men were beating on their cocks, tremors of expectant excitement shuddering through their bodies. After the second man had shot a thick, pungent load into her mouth, bringing tears to Cindy's eyes and running in heavy rivulets out of the corners of her mouth, he stood aside and a third dude took his place. Cindy's jaws were aching and weary by now, and her throat felt raw and hoarse. But the man had no mercy. He was even more brutal than his predecessors, pounding his ten inches of rock-hard meatiness to the pungent root in Cindy's quaking, moist oral orifice.
Cindy found her puckered lips pushing against a lambent, dark blonde pubic patch, and she inhaled the rich aroma of young manhood. There was something vaguely familiar about the odor of this guy, who seemed younger and leaner than the others. He dropped his hands to her face, squeezing her jaws brutally apart as he rammed his prick deep into her throat.
From the corner of her eye, Cindy was attracted by something that glittered on his finger, and she glanced at it quickly. Her eyes widened. It was a very familiar gold school ring, set with black onyx. There was only one person she knew who had a ring like that. Bradley Hunter! The basketball playing stud who had been so desperate to get into her pants all year! Cindy quivered with humiliation. Perhaps she shouldn't have been such a cock-tease. Maybe she should have put out a little. Then she wouldn't have had to go through all this horror ...
CHAPTER NINE
It was a beautiful September morning and Libby Gordon was skipping along the sidewalk, heading for high school, though she would rather have gone swimming or to the park with her friends.
Libby was a lovely, pert fifteen year old with shoulder length auburn hair and large hazel eyes. She was a year younger than her sister, Cindy, and more closely resembled their father.
Summer had been very fun. Blissful weeks on a remote Caribbean island, basking in the sun, swimming in the clear cool water, drinking tall glasses of iced tea ...
And Libby had popped her cherry! The pretty, perky-nosed teenager grinned secretly as she remembered the romantic times she had had with Tim Tingen, the hunky young stud whose mother had become friendly with Mrs. Gordon during the cruise. Their kids had become friendly, too, and by the end of the trip, they had been fucking like rabbits whenever they got the chance.
Cindy had been acting very strangely ever since they returned home, and Gretchen, their mother, had been worried. She had been very quiet and withdrawn, and seemed to have changed from the saucy, opinionated little twit she had been before into some more somber and reflective. She said very little about her father and the summer months with him, and seemed remote from her sister where they had once been intimate confidantes.
Libby had just shrugged and attributed it to "growing pains." Probably, Cindy had had an unhappy love affair or something. She was seeing a lot of that humpy dude, Bradley Hunter.
Libby was looking extremely attractive. She was wearing a bright red ribbon in her hair and a silky white blouse and a skirt that ended about six inches above her pretty pink knees. She wore bobby socks and sneakers and was .carrying a book bag over one shoulder and a purse in her free hand. She was lost in thought about the cute new boy who had moved in across the street, and didn't notice that a black Cadillac had been gliding along beside her for quite some time.
Suddenly, a deep, resonant male voice rang out.
"Hello there, Libby!"
Cindy turned in surprise and found herself looking into her father's smoldering black eyes. The ruggedly handsome man had his arm resting on the open side window of the car and was looking her up and down impudently.
"Haven't seen you in a while, darling," he said, "How was the trip?"
"Oh, fine, Daddy. We had a good time," Libby said, a trifle nervously.
Unlike her sister, Libby had always had a strange fear of her father. The dark brooding man made her shrink inside, and she always felt great relief when the prerequisite visits with her paternal parent were over. She didn't really like him, she decided.
"Going to school?" Lance drawled.
"Yes, Daddy," Libby said, "I missed the bus, so I thought I'd walk."
"That's quite a ways. Hope in and I'll give you a lift."
He pushed open the door, and Libby hesitated a brief instant, feeling a stab of irrational fear. Mommy had said not to accept rides from strangers but this was her own Daddy! She couldn't very well disobey him. So, she reluctantly clambered into the seat alongside him.
Lance Gordon was dressed in a tight tee shirt which outlined his powerfully muscled belly, and clinging corduroy trousers. Libby couldn't help but notice the enormous lump in his crotch, and, in spite of herself, she felt a surge of sensual excitement rush through her.
Lance glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Then, he said casually, "I'm on my way to work, too, but I just realized that I forgot something at the house. It's on the way, so, do you mind if I stop for a moment to pick it up?"
"Of course, Daddy," Libby said shyly.
Lance Gordon's temples were pounding with libidinous excitement, and his cock was beginning to unfurl inside of his trousers. The enormous success of his seduction and humiliation of Cindy had provided him with endless hours of savage enjoyment over the hot, lusty summer. But now he was looking for fresh meat, and what could be better than his lovely, vulnerable younger daughter, Libby?
He had always sensed that she quailed from him, and enjoyed the feeling of power that realization gave him. Now, he wanted to dominate her completely, to make her fear him as she had feared nothing before. He wanted to hear the music of her terrified, pain-stricken shrieks, and watch her face while he tortured her slowly, sensually ...
Lance pulled up in the driveway of the house on Birch Street.
"Come on in, Libby," he said casually, hopping out, "You can drink some lemonade while I look for the book I need."
The pretty fifteen year old followed him shyly into the house, feeling for the first time a little friendlier toward her Daddy than she had before. He was being so kind to her, and obviously wanted her to be friends with him. He was probably sorry for not seeing as much of her in the past as he would have liked. At least, this was the misconception that Libby had of the situation.
Libby tagged along behind her father to the kitchen. She sat down at the table when he told her to, and watched as he went to a door and opened it. She saw the top of a wooden stairwell leading down into a dark-looking basement.
"Come over here a moment, will you, Libby?" Lance drawled casually.
"Sure, Daddy!" she chirped, hopping up and scampering over to stand beside him in front of the stairs.
Lance glanced down at the trustful hazel eyes that gazed up at him, and he gave a savage grin, his eyes glinting with diabolical triumph.
Libby's smile wavered and a spark of fear glinted suddenly in her gaze. The ugly smirk that had suddenly twisted across her big, brooding father's face sent an icy shock of terror shivering through her body.
Reaching forward, Lance ran his big calloused fingers through her hair, and suddenly gripped a thick hank of the silky auburn tresses in his hand. Yanking it hard, he began to climb down the stairs to the basement, dragging Libby bodily behind him, making sure to slam the cellar door closed.
Libby screamed in pain and fear and struggled feebily to get out of his grasp.
"Daddy! S-Stop! Let go! You're hurting me!" she squealed.
She fell to her knees, which bounced painfully on the steps as he jerked her after him. When they got to the bottom, he dropped his hand to the back of her neck and gripped hard, squeezing her slender throat till he eyes bugged out and her face began to turn blue. With a grunt of bestial anger, he hurled her forward with all his might, sending the pretty, terrified fifteen year old girl sprawling on the hard irt floor of the basement.
She cowered there, gazing up at him with huge, horrified, incredulous eyes.
"D-Daddy, I I have to go! I'll be late for school!" she said weakly.
Her eyes bulged as she watched her father begin to strip. He tugged his tee shirt off over his head, revealing the rippling musculature of his torso, and unbuckled his belt, drawing it off. He lewdly unzipped his pants and let them fall about his feet, kicking them off. He was completely nude underneath.
Libby's eyes widened as she caught sight of the enormous eleven inch phallus that poked straight up from his crotch, pawing the air at a forty-five degree angle, glimmering with a pearly drop of masculine secretions on the pouting glans. A huge pair of balls swung virilely beneath this stupendous appendage. Libby was terrified by the sight, but also slightly titillated. He sure was one helluva masculine dude.
"Strip," he said suddenly in a toneless but deadly voice.
Libby had struggled to her feet and whimpered pitifully, her large hazel eyes darting toward the stairwell, trying to figure out if she could make it to the top before he could stop her. But the huge, hulking brute stood between her and the stairs, blocking her path of escape.
"P-Please, Daddy," she begged, edging away from him, "I I want to go now."
His eyes glinting with anger, Lance Gordon strode forward and swung his hand brutally through the air. A loud crack resounded through the basement as he slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to her knees. Libby's senses spun and her cheek and jaw throbbed and burned in pain.
Bending down, he grabbed the front of her blouse and with a single savage tug, ripped it off her chest. Before Libby could regain her senses, he had grabbed her brassiere as well, ripping it in half and yanking it off, revealing her small, pouting, thrusting breasts which jiggled in the air becomingly.
Libby was trembling uncontrollably with fright, absolutely paralyzed, unable to move. Lance crouched down, grabbing her skirt, and impatiently yanked it off. Soon, he had his young fifteen-year-old daughter naked. He ran his big horny hands over the front of her body, tweaking and caressing her warm, pliant bosoms. Libby whimpered and quivered, but dared not open her mouth. The unnatural flames of libidinous desire burning in her father's dark, glowering eyes chilled her through and through.
He slid an arm around her middle and grabbed her by one of her wrists, twisting it suddenly behind her back. Taking her other wrist, he grasped both together in his big fist, and took up a coil of rope that lay near by, binding her hands together securely. Libby winced as the hemp cut into her tender flesh.
Then, he slid his fingers over the juicy puckered mound of her small, pinkish mons veneris, feeling the warmth of it, sliding his finger lewdly up and down the juicy slit.
"Are you a virgin?" he growled.
Libby was too terrified to reply, trembling uncontrollably, her head reeling.
He drew back a hand and slapped her hard across the face.
"ANSWER ME, BITCH! ARE YOU A FUCKIN' VIRGIN OR NOT? AND YOU BETTER NOT LIE, BECAUSE I CAN FIND OUT IF YOU'RE TELLING THE TRUTH!" he roared into her face.
"N-N-No, Daddy," she sobbed brokenly.
"Some guy's fucked your cunt before, huh?"
"Y-Yes, Daddy ... "
"Good," he grunted.
He stalked over to one of his menacing tarp-covered contraptions, unveiled it, and dragged it over in front of Libby. It was a huge rubber phallus attached to a lever-like jack, similar to the one he had used on Dina that summer.
"I want to show you something, sweetheart," he said in a vicious, mocking tone.
He drew down the lever slowly. The fake phallus split in half, and a metal ball with spikes in it was shoved up into the air. Libby gaped at it without understanding what the diabolically sadistic device was for. Lance grinned evilly. He would make her find out the hard way.
But first, he had to break her in. He strode over and grabbed a stool from the far corner of the room and brought it back, placing it in front of Libby. Sitting on it, he leaned forward and grabbed her around the waist, throwing her suddenly across his lap.
Libby gasped, feeling his long barbed spear slide thickly over her belly and pulse there lewdly.
"Now I'm going to teach you what fathers do to little sluts who fuck around with anything in pants," he growled.
He lifted his hand and brought it down hard across her buttocks, holding her firmly across his lap by planting his free hand on the small of her back and pressing down. Libby yelped in pain as his big hand slammed into her tender dimpled buns. He raised his hand again and spanked her hard, slapping her tender, warm flesh again and again, until it turned bright red and very warm to the touch, and Libby was screaming blood murder. Lance shuddered in delight as he felt her writhe in pain, and listened to her agonized voice begging for him to stop.
He bent down and grabbed the belt he had discarded, folding it over and gripping it tightly by the buckle. Lifting it, he gave a grunt of exertion as he brought the leather strop down with a sizzling smack on Libby's throbbing tush. She screamed even louder as a sharper pain than before cut through her. Her buttocks felt as if they were on fire.
Lance beat his daughter's ass black and blue with the belt, until his arm grew tired, and then he shoved her unceremoniously off his lap and onto the floor.
Bending down, he hauled her to her feet by the hair and dragged her over to the frightening contraption that he had saved for just such a special occasion.
He forced her down on her knees in front of it, and then went to the far corner of the room, turning on a strobe light and training it on his cowering, sobbing daughter. He set up a video camera and turned it on.
Then, he returned to where Libby was tearfully quivering, her large overflowing hazel eyes bright with fear and horror.
He lifted her in the air, and lowered her slowly onto the vast, thick tip of the fearsome dildo. Gripping tight hold of her waist, he slammed her down on it. Libby's screams were blood-curdling, echoing through the room over and over again, growing more and more hysterical and high-pitched as the huge object was forced deep into her impossibly stretched, agonized vagina.
When she finally came to a rest on the thick base, Libby was nearly swooning with agony. Great, dry sobs wracked her nubile young form, and her entire lower body seemed to be on fire.
Lance glanced down at her with glittering, maniacal eyes. His face twisted into a savage grin, and, slowly, he began to depress the lever...
