The sadistic man pinned his ex-wife's nipple to the wooden cone, the cone whose point was driving deeper by the second up his daughter's asshole.
He had in his teeth two nails. In his hand he held a hammer. He placed the pointy tip of one of the nails directly on the bruised, purple nipple.
He pounded the nail. His ex-wife cried out in pain in spite of her exhaustion. He didn't stop hammering until the nail went all the way through the nipple and imbedded itself in the wood on the other side.
He circled around to the other side and pierced the other nipple in the same fashion. His wife was bound with her face in his daughter's crotch.
"Now I want you to eat your daughter's cunt. Eat it until you make her come," the sadistic man said, laughing madly until there were tears in his eyes.
CHAPTER ONE
Christopher Cummings slapped the prostitute right across the face. He did it just for the hell of it. This was how he got his kicks. Christopher was a mean motherfucker.
"You thought I was a nice guy when I picked you up, didn't you. You thought I was just another slob willing to pay the big bucks for a piece of ass," he said.
His voice rose and trembled as he spoke. The prostitute shivered with fear. Tears of pain welled in her dark eyes. She curled up in a ball on the bed, praying to a God she didn't believe in that the man would not hit her again.
But he did hit her. He slapped her across her beautiful face four times, twice with the palm of his hand, and twice with the knuckles at the back of his hand.
He slapped her twice across either cheek and she could feel her face burning. The prostitute could tell that both sides of her face had become a deep red color.
"What the fuck is your name, you slimy whore?" Christopher Cummings asked. His voice was loud, loud enough to make the young woman wince with its volume.
"Sandra," she said. "Sandra Schiano. Please don't hurt me. I am just a working girl trying to make ends meet. I never did anything to hurt you. Please have mercy on me."
"MERCY! HA!" Christopher Cummings said, throwing his head back with laughter. "You think I know the meaning of the word, you cunt? You are wrong."
Sandra could feel the tears in her eyes overflowing, rolling down her cheeks. She could feel her cheeks and her high cheekbones being stained by the rivulets of saltwater despair.
"You are going to feel pain unlike any pain I have ever known. You cunts are all the same - and before I am through I am going to torture each and every one of you!"
"But why? Why do you hate women so much?" Sandra managed to ask through her tears. She was hoping to buy a little time. She hoped she would be able to talk the man out of hurting her, but her hopes were fading.
Sandra could see a raw madness in Christopher Cummings' blue eyes. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and they burned with his combination of horniness and ire.
"Because I do. You don't need to know my reasons. You are too STUPID to understand my reasons even if I were in to mood to tell you them," Christopher said.
The pair were in a small room in a sleazy section of Chicago, on the south side. Though the walls were thin, Christopher was not afraid of anyone hearing the young woman's screams of pain.
He knew very well what sort of hotel it was. Anything went. The screams of pain would be interpreted by anyone who heard them as screams of pleasure.
The hotel was called the Satan Trap, and screams were common in its halls. There was a cockroach crawling across Sandra's toe as Christopher hovered above her, standing at the foot of the bed.
Christopher Cummings had, until the year before, been married to a beautiful woman named Melinda. Together they had had a daughter named Candy, who was now sixteen years old, going on seventeen.
But Melinda had left Christopher, taking Candy with her. They had all once lived together in a beautiful brownstone in the Brooklyn Heights section of Brooklyn.
Although Melinda had left Christopher only twelve months before, it felt like ages to the crazed man. He had begun to drink and had eventually lost his job.
Luckily he had plenty of money in the bank and could afford the alimony checks he sent to Melinda each and every month. Then his mind had snapped.
Christopher had gotten into his car impulsively one morning and had begun to head west. He was going to California to look for the address where he sent the alimony checks.
Christopher had decided that he was going to deliver his last alimony check in person. He was going to deliver a little something else to. He was going to torture and abuse his wife and daughter until they either agreed to come back to him or to stop receiving his money.
The abuse of the pretty young prostitute in Chicago was just practice for Christopher. He was just warming up for the main event in California.
Christopher had with him a black leather bag which zipped across the top and was held by a pair of leather handles. Inside the bag was everything Christopher would need to torture the woman.
"You are going to get yours now, you slimy cunt. You are going to get yours good. I am going to make you wish you had never met me. I am going to make you wish you had never decided to become a sleazy whore in the first place!"
"Oh God, oh God-" Sandra said. She had been working the streets of Chicago for a year and a half, ever since she was forced to drop out of college because of lack of funds. This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to her.
Sandra had gotten to the point where she didn't mind her job anymore. She had forgotten about her guilt. She had always enjoyed fucking, and she had made the mental adjustments involved in becoming a professional.
Now she really did regret the whole thing. She began to wonder why she hadn't become a waitress or something. Sure, it didn't pay as well, but, then again, she wouldn't have to deal with psychopaths if she were waiting tables either.
"I want you to roll over on your belly, bitch, and I mean now," Christopher Cummings said. The tall blonde man made it clear with the tone of his voice that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer.
Sandra knew there was no way she could escape. She was just going to have to face the music. She knew. She knew there was not even any point in putting up a struggle.
She knew the more she struggled the more the man was going to hurt her. Her best bet, Sandra figured, was to cooperate and hope the whole thing was over as quickly as possible.
She rolled over on her belly so that her tits were pressed flat against the soft bed. The room was very small and there were cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
There was a sink in the corner of the room which looked about to fall onto the floor. A two-by-four was all that supported the stained white porcelain.
The bed was simply a mattress on the floor covered in a sheet and a bedspread. There was a single feather pillow with a gray pillow case over it. There were no bedsprings. The bed had no frame.
There was graffiti on the walls, apparently written by someone who had suffered through a bad acid trip in that room. There was no telling how old the graffiti was. The walls had obviously not been painted in some time.
Christopher watched the girl as she rolled over. She had a hot body. Christopher could feel himself getting hornier by the second - and with his lust grew his hatred.
He hated women for the control they had over them. He needed to fuck them. If it weren't for his libido he would have been able to ignore the obviously inferior gender all together.
Christopher looked at the woman's dark ass cheeks. They were smooth and round. Sandra stretched her legs out behind her so that her knees and her ankles were close together.
Christopher could feel the ache in his balls mounting steadily. He knew that it wouldn't be long before his nuts felt like two globs of recently lit canned heat.
His balls felt as if they were swollen to five times their normal size - although this was predominantly an illusion created by his sexually aroused nervous-system.
Christopher could feel his cock growing a little bit longer, a little bit thicker and a little bit harder with each beat of his racing heart.
He could tell that a visible bulge was forming in the crotch of his black trousers. Christopher had a huge cock - big enough to hurt a woman with even professional sexual experience.
Christopher leaned over and reached for his black leather bag. He unzipped the bag slowly and deliberately with the thumb and forefinger on his right hand.
He reached inside the bag and pulled out a single piece of copper wire. He then grabbed both of Sandra's wrists at the same time.
Christopher pulled her wrists together at the small of her back. Her shoulders were pulled back in the process. Her rather sharp shoulder blades approached one another, feeling as if they were going to break at any second.
Christopher wrapped the copper wire around both of Sandra's slender wrists at the same time. The wire bit into her flesh and cut off the circulation of blood to her fingers.
Christopher stood well over six feet tall. He weighed well over two hundred pounds. It came as no surprise to anyone who saw him that he had once been a linebacker for his college football team.
In spite of his weight, there was not an ounce of fat anywhere on Christopher's body. He was all muscle - and all of his muscles were iron-thewed.
Christopher had light blonde hair that was cropped short, above his ears and neat at the collar. His hair was so light that it bleached to a near-white hue after exposure to the sunshine.
Christopher had a ruggedly handsome face. He looked like he had spent years at sea, his face worked into a rough leather by the salty sea breeze.
Christopher didn't look at all like he had been born and raised in Brooklyn, New York - which was the case. He looked like an outdoors man - an adventurer.
Christopher's shoulders were amazingly broad. He had thick slabs of muscle across his upper torso - across his chest, his back and his shoulders.
Christopher's muscles rippled whenever he moved. In spite of the girth of his upper body, his waist and hips were extraordinarily slender. He was built like a triangle with its point down.
Christopher had very thick thighs. One of his thighs was bigger around than Sandra's waist. She was not a very large girl, and she felt even tinier when in the company of this cruel sadist.
As Sandra sprawled on her belly she could feel herself making wet stains of tears and drool on the gray pillow case covering the feather pillow. She found that her salivary gland was working overtime, so that she would have had to swallow more frequently than normal to prevent her drooling. Her heart was pounding with fear.
Sandra could feel a slick layer of icy sweat covering her nude form. Only minutes before she had thought this was going to be a normal work day - and now she was fearing for her life.
She, naturally, had no idea how much the man was going to hurt her. For all she knew he was a psycho killer who planned to murder her right there in the room. She wondered if her murder would make the papers. Nobody cared when a prostitute was found in a sleazy hotel lying dead as a doornail in a pool of blood.
Christopher quickly rolled Sandra over onto her back once the wire had been wrapped around her wrists. Sandra could tell, without looking, that all of her fingertips had turned a deep purple color.
Christopher reached down for the buckle to his belt. He unbuckled the buckle and then unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of his trousers together.
Christopher made sure that the young woman was watching him. He didn't want her to keep her eyes closed. He wanted her to SEE the cock that was about to force its way up her cunt.
Christopher hooked his thumbs under the tops of his trousers and the elastic to his clean white, cotton underwear at the same time. He pulled them down together.
Sandra thought her eyes were going to come popping right out of her head when she saw the size of his dick. She figured Christopher had to have the largest prick she had ever seen in her entire life.
And that was saying something.
Sandra had seen more dicks than the average woman. In fact, she considered herself a bit of an expert on the subject. But this cock was humungous!
Sandra guessed that Christopher's cock was at least ten inches long. But it was not length of the cock that amazed her the most. It was the thickness of his dick that really got to her.
She could see that Christopher's tool of masculinity was as thick, or maybe thicker, than her own wrist. She could tell that her cunt lips were going to have to open further than they had ever opened before - just to take the head of his cock.
Sandra could see that Christopher's cock was thickest at the head. The head of his dick resembled a grossly overgrown acorn - the sort from which a mighty oak tree might grow.
Sandra could see that the head of Christopher's dick was thoroughly engorged with the blood of his masculine arousal. That glands was as hard as a rock.
Sandra had to blink her eyes frequently in order to clear away the tears so she could see properly.
Her eyes were badly swollen - and she found that she could only blink with ever-increasing difficulty.
It hurt to blink. The insides of her eyelids felt as if they were made of particularly rough sandpaper.
The man quickly pulled off his shoes and socks. Sandra could not take her eyes off of his cock. He was a sexual freak. No man should be hung like that. Sandra had taken quite a few cocks in her day - and she still feared that this one might tear her apart inside when Christopher fucked her with it.
As the dark haired girl lay on her back she could feel the pressure increasing on her shoulders. She could feel pins and needles in her fingertips. She could feel the wire biting deeper into her wrist flesh as she writhed to get herself free.
She tried to wiggle her fingers but found that this too was becoming increasingly difficult. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before she couldn't wiggle her fingers at all. Her dainty digits would be rendered immobile by the bondage. She knew that soon her hands would both be completely numbed by the wire that cut off the circulation of blood.
Christopher tugged off his pants and underwear and left them in a pile at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a tight black tee-shirt, which he left on.
Christopher mounted the prostitute. He grabbed her by her slender thighs and pulled her shapely gams apart as far as they could possibly go.
Christopher could feel Sandra's tits against his chest.
Her nipples were getting harder and harder with her fear.
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together with terror.
The prostitute could smell her own icy sweat - which, she noticed, had a different aroma than the hot sweat she oozed after exertion.
Sandra's cold sweat smelled like bitter almonds. Like poison. She felt as if it were the poison of her fear that was oozing from all of the pores on her shapely body.
Christopher made a tight fist around the base of his cock with his right hand. He gave his dick several experimental squeezes, just to make sure the log of meat was as thick and hard as it could be.
He had nothing to worry about.
He used his right hand to guide his cock to her cunt lips. Sandra wished that she could make herself horny; She prayed that she could make her inner and outer cunt lips swell with her lust.
She knew that the swelling of her cunt would enhance her pussy's elasticity, thus making it easier for her to take the huge cock up her poontang.
She wished that she could make the little glands inside her cunt start to secrete her slippery natural lubrication. She knew that she could keep her inevitable pain to a minimum if she could only make herself horny.
But it was no use.
Her efforts were in vain.
Sandra could tell that the man was going to thrust all ten inches of his cock up her cunt while her tunnel of love was as dry as a bone. She took a deep breath.
Christopher rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the entire length of her pink slash. He then moved his glands to the base of her cooze.
He poised his head between her slightly curled back inner labia at the mouth of her frequently used cunt hole. He adjusted his hips so that the shaft of his cock would be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration. Christopher Cummings tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks and pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could. Sandra concentrated on relaxing the muscles astride her vulva.
He began to press down.
Sandra could feel the pressure on her pussy increasing, but for a long time nothing happened. She did not open to let him inside. Her shoulders felt like they were going to break at any second. Her mascara began to run down her face.
Then she began to open.
Sandra pulled her lips back tightly over her teeth as she felt her inner labia opening until they were gaping. The head of Christopher's cock pushed inside.
He was so thick that he could not enter her quickly. He pushed down very hard, yet the tip of his pole sunk into her only a fraction of an inch at a time.
Sandra clenched her back teeth together very tightly - so tightly, in fact, that the muscles at the sides of her face began to protrude from the tension.
"Come on, cunt, open up for me. You are supposed to be a professional fucking cunt! I figured you could fit a freight train up that fucking pussy of yours!" Christopher screamed. Sandra could tell that the man had no intention of stopping the pushing of his tensed lower torso until every fraction of an inch of cock meat was inside her. She could feel the tip of his cock smack her dimpled cervix. Sandra could feel the muscles at the sides of her vulva relax a bit at that moment - out of fatigue more than anything else. When the tip of his cock touched the mouth of her womb she could feel her natural lubrication start to flow. She was in great pain. Her pussy felt as if it had just been stabbed by a razor sharp blade. Sandra could feel the tip of Christopher's cock touching the back wall of her cunt. This frightened her a great deal as she knew there were still several inches of dick remaining to be inserted at the base.
He pushed harder still and finally, after what seemed like a very long time to the prostitute, his pubic bone touched hers. She could feel the tip of his dick throbbing incredibly deep inside her lower belly.
He was not a subtle man.
And there was nothing subtle about the way he fucked Sandra at that moment. He began to fuck her as hard and fast as he could, right from the very first stroke.
Sandra could tell that she wasn't going to have to put up with his cock inside her for very long. She could tell that he wasn't going to be able to fuck her for too long before he would lose control and end the act with the spilling of his seed deep inside her pussy. She could feel the tip of his cock touching her in places where she had never been touched before. She could feel the tip of his dong touching her in places she didn't even know she had. She could feel him exploring and probing at the very core of her womanhood.
He was touching her in places that she would have sworn up and down could not be reached from the outside. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her cunt before thrashing it back inside.
He began to breathe very hard with his mounting passion. Sandra could feel his cock getting a little bit thicker than before. Soon, the man was panting so hard with his acute horniness that he sounded as if he were purposefully trying to hyperventilate himself.
Sandra lay there taking it without making a sound - except for a few whines and whimpers of pain. The man began to moan and groan with each of his rapid exhales. His moans and groans grew steadily in volume. They rose steadily in pitch. It was obvious to the prostitute that he was approaching his climax.
Christopher could feel the tickle of sexual anticipation forming at the base of his cock. The tickle formed at the spot where the base of his cock shaft met the top of his dangling scrotal sack.
He knew that this tickle would do nothing but grow - until it was a comet-like ball of liquid fire. It would grow until his sexual tension reached the saturation point and his orgasm became a matter of inevitability.
Sandra could feel her inner cunt lips being cruelly pushed and pulled by the girth of the blonde man's humping dick. She could hear her pussy making farting noises as his prick forced gas out of her pink passageway. The mucous membranes inside her honey pot were being ravaged by his dong.
Then all of Christopher's muscles tensed up on him at the same time.
The handsome man arched his back and lifted his head away from her.
He rammed all ten inches of his cock meat inside her tight cunt.
This time Christopher Cummings left his cock all the way inside.
Sandra could feel his dick spasming. Christopher let out the howl of an animal as he felt the explosions of manly bliss starting in his cock and balls.
He could feel the molten lava from his erupting volcano swirling around his testicles inside his scrotal sack before moving to the base of his cock. His dick spasmed and convulsed as the semen shot toward the tip of his dick.
Sandra could feel his thick jism shooting from the tip of his dick - splattering against the stretched back wall of her used and abused cunt hole.
Sandra was relieved. She was under the false impression that the man was through with her. Christopher left his cock inside Sandra's cunt for a moment or two.
Sandra could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity. She could feel his dick getting shorter and skinnier by the second. After a time, the man pulled out of her.
Sandra could see that he had drawn a little blood from inside her pussy. She figured he must have torn her internal flesh a little bit with his violent fucking. She had not known that to happen since she lost her cherry many years before. She was not due to have her period for several weeks, so that could not explain the blood. He had actually stretched her cunt further than it could go.
He rolled over on his side and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed. His cock continued to deflate. His dick was now resting against the inside of his muscular thigh.
Christopher stood up beside the bed. His balls still hung low. The force of gravity was once again having an effect on the tip of his massive cock.
His prick drooped.
Christopher went to his black leather bag and pulled out three fish hooks and a corkscrew. He held them up in front of his face so that Sandra could see what they were.
She cried.
"What are th-th-th-those for?" Sandra stammered. She didn't like the looks of it. Those objects were sharp, and she had a sneaking suspicion they were intended to pierce her skin.
"Sit up," Christopher commanded. The little girl had trouble sitting up with her wrists bound together beneath the small of her back.
Christopher helped.
The intrinsically sadistic man grabbed the prostitute by the hair and pulled her into a sitting position. He set the corkscrew and the hooks on the bedspread.
Sandra could feel Christopher's come oozing from the base of her poontang down into the crack of her ass - and eventually onto the small bed.
Christopher pinched Sandra's nipples until they were protruding far from the tips of her tits. He then pushed all three of the fishing hooks deep into her right nipple.
Sandra felt pain unlike anything she had ever known before.
There was surprisingly little blood.
Only a droplet of two of crimson oozed from each of the three wounds Christopher had opened. He picked up the corkscrew with his right hand.
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He waved it menacingly in front of her contorted face.
"OH GOD NO! DON'T DO IT! YOU'LL RUIN ME!" Sandra screamed. Her pleading, as desperate as it was, only made Christopher toss back his head with laughter.
He placed the tip of the corkscrew on the prostitute's night nipple. He pushed and twisted until the corkscrew pushed deep into her breast flesh.
He pushed and twisted until Sandra passed out from the pain.
* * *
While Christopher Cummings was slowly going crazy, his ex-wife Melinda was flourishing. She had plenty of money, as his alimony checks were used to supplement what she was making in California as a real estate agent.
She only had to work three days a week. She was having a lot of fun now that she was single. She liked men, and she liked to be fucked by men.
Melinda had no interest in maintaining a relationship with any guy. She wanted to play the field. She knew that there were plenty of fish in the sea, and she wanted to taste all of them.
Melinda was determined to gather as many notches on her bedpost as she could. There were so many men - and there was so very little time.
Melinda's marriage to Christopher had squelched all of her romantic notions. She never wanted to get married again. She knew that she would never again be able to fall in love.
But she didn't care.
She found that she was enjoying sex more than ever. She was still a very attractive woman, in spite of being in her mid-thirties, and she attracted young hunks on practically a daily basis.
On that particular Wednesday, as Christopher was driving the corkscrew into the breast flesh of the pretty prostitute in Chicago, Melinda was at her country club.
Every Wednesday afternoon, Melinda had a tennis lesson with Raoul - the pro at her club. Raoul was from the Middle East and had very dark skin.
His muscles were thin and well-toned. His hair was as black as the night. His eyes were actually brown, but they appeared as ebony as his hair when viewed in limited illumination.
He was very handsome, and Melinda liked the way he filled out his white shorts - especially in front. Melinda could tell by the bulge in the front of his shorts that the handsome tennis pro was hung like a horse.
On this day Melinda was feeling even hornier than usual. Raoul was smacking balls at her and she was waving at them absent-mindedly. Sometimes she returned the ball properly and sometimes she didn't. It didn't make a hell of a lot of difference to her.
Raoul could tell right away that there was something wrong. He could tell that the beautiful woman was daydreaming. It was clear that she did not have her mind on the game.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Cummings?" Raoul asked. "You act as if you are some other world, far, far away."
"I'm sorry, Raoul. I am in another world. I think it's you, Raoul. You are the one who is distracting me."
"But, Mrs. Cummings, how can I distract you. I am the one who is trying to TEACH you to play tennis."
"Silly boy, it's because of the way you look. I think you are very attractive. You make me want to play other games, if you know what I mean."
Raoul knew what she meant.
"Perhaps we should end this lesson know. Perhaps you would like it better if I took you into the locker room and gave you a rub down?"
"Couldn't we find someplace more private?" Melinda asked. The beautiful woman ran the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across her sensuous lips to moisten them. She did this in spite of the fact that they were already wet.
"The massage room is private. There is a door with a lock on it. I assure you that once we enter that room we will be completely alone, for as long as you want."
"You don't have to give any more lessons this afternoon, Raoul?" Melinda Cummings inquired. She tilted her pretty head slightly to one side.
"No ma'am. You are my last appointment of the day. Call it fate. Maybe I knew that you would be interested in some extra curricula activities."
Melinda laughed.
"Then, by all means, let's go!" Melinda said enthusiastically. They walked together toward the back of the club. To their right was the first tee to the club's eighteen hole golf course.
"I couldn't agree more," Raoul said. He flashed a big smile of pearly white teeth. This wouldn't be the first time that one of his lessons was halted for a quick private session in the massage room.
"I can feel myself getting all wet and juicy just thinking about what you look like under those cute little shorts," Melinda said with a giggle. She still sounded as if she were a high school girl when she laughed. There was a part of Melinda that had never grown up, and she hoped that it never would.
Raoul walked slightly behind Melinda as they approached the building. He could see that her hair was a gorgeous shade of strawberry blonde.
Her hair was cut so that it fell just short of her shoulders. It was layered. One could tell immediately by looking at the woman that she spent a great deal of money at the beauty parlor.
Her skin was fair and smooth. There were small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she looked five or six years younger than she actually was. One could tell that she took care of herself.
Her eyes were large and an emerald green color. They sparkled merrily at that moment. Ever since Melinda had first begun taking tennis lessons she had hoped that she would be able to get into Raoul's pants.
She found herself wondering why she had waited so long. It wasn't because she really wanted to learn-how to play tennis. She had been shy around Raoul at first, she supposed because he was a foreigner. If she had known that it was going to be this easy getting him out of his pants she would have gone for it a long time ago.
The California sun was warm and the air was dry. Melinda sometimes wondered what Candy thought of her life style. Candy was a sweet girl, and Melinda even wondered whether or not her daughter was aware of the number of men she had fucked since the move to the West Coast. Candy was still too young to date boys much and Melinda feared sometimes that she wasn't setting the best example for her sixteen year old daughter.
Melinda was five feet eight inches tall - which is quite tall for a woman. Though she was a little fleshier around the hips than she had once been, she still had a near-perfect hourglass figure.
Raoul had admired the woman's tits on many occasions. Melinda had huge tits. Yet they were firm. They seemed to defy the laws of gravity.
They did not sag - not even a fraction of an inch - in spite of the fact that Melinda did not wear a bra beneath her yellow tennis shirt.
Her waist was still slim, her hips were round and her legs were shapely. Raoul had only seen the woman in shorts and sneakers, but his mind had frequently imagined her in quite different attire.
Raoul, while they volleyed, had sometimes pretended to himself that the woman was wearing a tight dress and spiked high heels. Her legs would look great in heels, he could tell. She had dainty feet, trim ankles, and rounded calves.
Raoul and Melinda entered the empty locker room. After pausing for a moment so the tennis pro could take a piss, they moved into the massage room together.
Raoul shut the door.
He locked it.
Melinda could feel her lust rising. She could feel the blood of her passion pumping downward in her body. She knew that that hot blood was heading for her cunt.
Melinda could feel the delta between her legs swelling rapidly. She knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before both her inner and outer cunt lips were thoroughly engorged with the blood of her feminine horniness.
Melinda could feel the little glands inside her cunt beginning to secrete her natural lubrication. She could tell that her cunt was getting moist.
Soon, the beautiful strawberry blonde knew, her cunt would not be just moist. It would be more than damp. Soon, Melinda's poontang would be soaking wet!
Melinda could feel her pussy flesh beginning to crawl around between her thighs - as if those mucous membranes had suddenly developed a mind of their own.
Melinda could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the base of her snatch, in between her inner cunt lips, at the mouth of her hungry fuck hole.
Melinda had very large nipples to go with her humungous tits.
Her nipples were the size of silver dollars and became hard when she was hot.
At that moment her nipples were urgently erect at the tips of her tits.
She could tell that it wouldn't be very long before her cunt juices began to drool out of her cunt, thus making a wet spot on the crotch of her panties.
Melinda hated when that happened. The cotton material of her underwear, when wet, would crawl up between her swollen cunt lips and make her pussy feel as if it were suffocating inside a cloth prison.
Raoul and Melinda approached one another in the tiled room as if they were moving in slow motion. They held out their arms toward one another.
Raoul could feel his balls starting to ache fiercely. He could feel the blood of his masculine passion starting to pump into both the head and the shaft of his cock.
Melinda could feel her breasts swelling with passion. Her heart began to pound. She found that her horniness was affecting the functioning of her respiratory system. She realized that she was already starting to pant - just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.
"You are the most beautiful student I have," Raoul said.
His lips were parted.
"An old woman like me? Certainly you are just teasing me," she said.
"Oh no. I am honest."
"You are also a terrific flirt, Raoul. Hold me. Hold me tight."
For a second the pair stood so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies. They then fell snugly into each other's arms.
Raoul wrapped his thin yet super-strong arms around Melinda Cummings' waist. He pulled her loins tightly against the front of his left thigh.
Melinda reached up and held him at the back of his dark neck. She folded her fingers there. She could feel the crotch of her panties getting wet.
Melinda could feel the blood of her lust pumping into her clitoris at that moment. Her clit - like her nipples - was becoming erect with her horniness.
Melinda could feel her love button growing and bulging out from its nest at the very top of the strawberry blonde's swollen cunt slash.
Melinda could feel her clit pushing out from under the fleshy, protective sheath that usually all but covered her super-sensitive love button.
Melinda could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed upward toward the base of her pubic bush by the swelling in her little man in the boat.
Melinda could feel that fiery bulb - the very center, the focal point, of her womanly pleasure - approaching the point where it was DEMANDING to be stroked.
Melinda could feel the cotton material crawling up inside her pussy - so that the beautiful strawberry blonde had a maddening urge to get completely naked.
Their faces moved toward one another.
They closed their eyes.
Their mouths were less than an inch apart - so they could feel each others hot, moist breath beating on each other's lower lips.
Then they pressed their mouths together firmly. Both let out a muffled moan of pleasure with this initial intimate contact. They writhed their lips together.
They kissed with only their lips for a second or two. Then - as if they had rehearsed this act many times in the past - each offered the tip of their tongue simultaneously. They touched the tips of their tasters together, almost gingerly.
They flicked their tongues together, then rolled them around one another as if they were having some sort of wet and sensuous internal sword fight.
They explored the insides of each other's mouth thoroughly with their bold and curious tongues. The licked each others teeth. They licked each other's gums.
They licked the insides of each other's cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They quaffed deeply of each other's sweet spittle.
Melinda had never made it with a foreigner before, and she constantly expected him to do something strange, betraying a cultural difference.
But, with time, Melinda was to learn that sex was the universal language - and that all men fuck more or less alike no matter what nation they came from.
The kiss lasted for a long time.
Almost a minute.
Both Melinda and Raoul were breathless with passion by the time it was through.
"Let's get naked," Raoul said.
"You read my mind," Melinda replied.
Melinda pulled her tennis shirt up over her head, crossing her arms in the process. Raoul watched with wide eyes as he got the opportunity to see those huge tits bared for the first time.
Her tits bobbed up and down a couple of times before coming to a rest high on her chest. Her tits looked like two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream. Each scoop came with its very own cherry on top.
Melinda jack-knifed at the waist so she could untie her sneakers. As she bent forward in this manner her breasts looked even larger than usual - the force of gravity being in their favor.
Her tits hung low.
Raoul smacked his lips obscenely as he removed his own shirt. He tossed the shirt aside carelessly, without even bothering to turn his head to see where it landed.
When Melinda sneakers and socks were removed she wiggled her toes in the open air and began to pull down her shorts and her panties at the same time.
Melinda sighed as she felt the material at the crotch of her panties pulling out from the cleavage between her swollen vaginal labia.
Melinda looked down and she could see the wet spot she had made. Melinda had worn very cute panties that day. They were pink and tiny - cut like the bottoms of a string bikini bathing suit. The cutest thing about them, however, was the fact that they were covered with tiny red hearts.
She was completely naked.
"You are even more lovely without your clothes," Raoul said.
"Why thank you, Raoul," Melinda said demurely. Her face was hot.
Melinda could tell that she was getting red with a quick blush.
"Pull down your pants so I can see what you are packing," she said.
"I hope you will be pleased with the hard-on I have to offer."
"I'm sure I will," Melinda said, sounding as if there wasn't a doubt in her mind. Her eyes twinkled and opened wide as he pulled off his shorts. He stood before her wearing only his jock strap. She could see that his cock had grown so large that it appeared as if it would bust right out of the pouch at the front of his jock at any second.
Raoul moved slowly. He knew that the woman was anxious and he wanted to be a tease. He finally pulled down the jock strap so that his cock was free.
Melinda puckered her lips and drew in cool air, producing a low whistling sound of unadulterated appreciation. His cock was long, yet slim. She could see that he had a full-fledged erection. The head of his cock was so swollen that it looked as if it would explode from the internal pressure if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
"Would you like a massage to help you relax before we fuck?" Raoul asked.
"I think that is a splendid idea!" Melinda said. She loved being a libertine.
Melinda thought of all of the years she had wasted as a useless housewife.
If she had known being single was going to be this much fun she would have left Christopher years before she did. As it turned out, she hadn't left him until he had left her no choice.
Melinda could feel her cunt juices rolling down the insides of her thighs like nectar dripping from a slit in the fuzzy skin of a ripe peach.
Melinda got up on the padded massage table on her belly while Raoul fetched a plastic bottle of baby oil. He poured some oil into his cupped left palm.
He rubbed his palms together over her back to warm the oil and began to knead the muscles at the woman's shoulders. He massaged the back of her neck.
He ran his oil palms up and down her arms. He worked his oily fingers in between hers. He massaged up and down the sides of her backbone, from the nape of her neck to the top of the crack of her ass.
He did not rub her ass.
Not yet.
He was still being a tease.
Instead the handsome tennis pro began to rub at the backs of Melinda's thighs. Melinda could feel all of her tension turning to liquid and draining out of her.
At the same time she could feel her passion growing in leaps and bounds. She could tell that her cunt juice was making a wet spot on the padded massage table.
Raoul rubbed her calves and then her feet. He worked his fingers in between her toes. He then moved his hands to the flashy cheeks of her ass.
"Oh yeah," she said.
Melinda was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the lower half of her feminine torso still. She was rocking back and forth rhythmically.
He kneaded her ass flesh as if he were a baker preparing unrisen dough for the oven. Then he turned his fingers inward, while pushing his elbows outward. His elbows pointed in opposite direction - at opposite walls of the tiled massage room.
He pressed his fingertips into her ass inside the crack hard enough to make the flesh pucker. His oily middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away from her asshole on either side.
Then Raoul began to pull the beautiful woman's ass cheeks apart. He did this slowly and ceremoniously - as if he were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit.
Melinda could feel her toes curling under tightly - almost desperately gripping at the balls of her feet. Raoul pulled her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
Melinda felt Raoul holding her ass cheeks open with his left hand exclusively. He began to rub the middle finger of his right hand up and down the crack of her ass, allowing the tip of that digit to come within a millimeter or two of the base of her pussy without actually touching it.
Melinda moaned each time she felt the tip of Raoul's longest finger making direct contact with her asshole. She could feel her anus opening and closing with the tiny spasms she was experiencing down there. She wondered if her nether eye looked as if it were winking at the dark and handsome tennis pro.
"Stick your finger up my asshole, Raoul," Melinda said.
The young man thought that was a great idea. His finger was already oiled.
"You enjoy anal stimulation?" Raoul asked, with a toothy grin.
"Oh yes, a finger inside my ass feels very good," she whimpered.
"How about a cock? Do you like to be fucked in your ass?"
"No, thank you, Raoul. A man's cock is too big. It hurts my ass."
"Then you have tried making love in that manner, Mrs. Cummings?"
"That, Raoul, is none of your business," Melinda responded.
Raoul began to push his longest finger up the beautiful woman's tight butt hole. She sighed as her rectum opened to allow the violation.
Raoul pushed his finger up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle into her colon. He pushed his finger inside as far as it could possibly go.
Raoul didn't stop pushing until Melinda's throbbing asshole was gripping his finger at the third knuckle.
The handsome man began to wiggle the tip of his finger around playfully inside the older woman's hot fanny.
He pressed against different spots using varying pressures. Then he began to work his finger in and out.
He finger-fucked Melinda's ass until she told him to stop. He pulled his finger all the way out of her.
Melinda lifted her loins from the padded table a bit so he could get at her cunt lips with his busy fingers.
Raoul tickled lightly at the insides of Melinda's thighs, working his fingers from the soft, smooth skin behind her knees to the sides of her vulva.
He ran the tip of his right forefinger slowly up and down the outer lips of her pussy. Melinda could feel her inner cunt lips opening and closing as if they were begging to suck his cock deep inside.
She moaned loudly.
Her face reddened.
Her back teeth clenched together.
He tickled lightly at the outer edges of her inner cunt lips. He pushed his finger in between those lips. He massaged through the slippery liquid, pushing deeper inside her cunt.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he rammed his entire finger up her cunt. He kept pushing until he found her cervix with the tip of his finger. He wiggled the digit and worked it in and out.
Melinda could feel her sexual arousal rapidly approaching the saturation point. Her clitoris felt as if it were going to explode - or maybe come popping right out of her cunt - at any second.
Melinda was on the edge of bliss. She was teetering recklessly at the brink of ecstasy - about to fall into the bottomless abyss of her ultimate feminine pleasure.
"MY CLIT! DIDDLE MY CLIT!" she said.
Raoul obeyed.
He placed the tip of his forefinger directly on the center of her womanly pleasure. He began to roll the fiery bulb in a slow circle. He rolled the ball as if he were rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil.
He worked the love button in a figure eight and then flicked his fingertip back and forth across the hypersensitive little man in the boat.
Melinda began to come.
All of her muscles tightened and her facial features contorted with her bliss. She could feel the explosions of joy starting in her clit and spreading outward to fill her vulva - and then the entire lower half of her body. The pleasure spread in ever-growing concentric circles. She could tell that each and every one of her nerve-endings was going to be affected by her climax. She was going to be able to feel her come in her fingertips. She was going to be able to feel her climax all the way down to her toes.
She could feel the joy rolling up her arched back like a clap of thunder. She could feel the pleasure pausing at the base of her skull for a fraction of a second before bursting into her already reeling brain. Her eyes closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled. She could feel an intense throbbing at her temples. She could feel her cunt juices rolling down the insides of her parted thighs like a thick waterfall. She had moved herself to her hands and knees. Her cunt was hungrier than ever. She could feel the room start to spin - only she was spinning in the opposite direction. She could feel her sense of time and space becoming warped with the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment.
"SO GOOD! SO GOOD! COMING SO HARD!" Melinda wailed. Raoul was pleased.
He diddled her clit hard and fast until her come was over. She remained on her hands and knees as Raoul moved to a kneeling position at her rear.
He adjusted her ass so that it was at the right level. His cock was standing at full attention in front of him, the tip snapping upward toward his flat belly. His cock snapped up and down as if it were attached to his loins by a tightly sprung hinge.
He reached down and grabbed his dick to steady it. He moved the tip of his dong to the mouth of her cunt and began to push forward with his horny member.
Melinda Cummings could tell she wasn't going to have very long at all to savor the warmth and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before that glow was replaced by her rekindled lust. The focal point of her womanly desire shifted from her clit to a spot deep inside her cunt.
She could feel the new magic spot forming close to her cervix - close to the very mouth of her womb. Her cunt lips opened to take the head of his cock.
Melinda could tell that the handsome tennis instructor was going to have no trouble making her come with that stiff dick of his. As a matter of fact, she already suspected that she was going to come more than once during the course of the hump.
Melinda could feel him entering her very slowly. He wanted her to feel each inch of his rigid dick meat as it entered her poontang.
Melinda could feel the tip of his dick smack hard against the mouth of her womb and she groaned loudly as a ripple of intense pleasure ran up and down the entire length of her spine - from her tail bone to the base of her skull, back down to her hungry cunt.
He pushed the entire length of his dick into her, making her feel full to the brim with dick meat. She wanted him to start fucking her right away, but the handsome man had other ideas. She could feel the top of his scrotal sack resting on her clit. Raoul continued to press forward with his tensed ass muscles in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside. This produced the illusion that his cock was sinking even deeper into Melinda's boiling honey pot.
She could feel his flat loins pressing snugly against the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his black pubic hairs tickling her asshole, the same bung hole that had been fingered deeply only moments before.
Raoul began to move his ass in slow sexy circles - so that the head and shaft of his cock stretched at the inner walls of Melinda's wet cooze in every possible direction.
Melinda begged him to start fucking, and finally he listened. He pulled his cock out of her just as slowly as he had initially penetrated.
He pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her hole. She could feel her inner labia gripping tightly at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glands. Raoul then took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. He let out the air with a sharp grunt and stabbed forward with his hips. He drove the entire length of his cock into her pussy in one fell swoop. Melinda could feel her eyes opening so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her emerald green pupils. Her eyes bulged, and for a moment she thought those orbs were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
Melinda let out a loud grunt of her own with that sudden and violent violation. She could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up to her brain along her arched backbone.
Raoul began to fuck with a smooth steady motion. At first the handsome man moved his ass from side to side almost as much as he moved it back and forth.
He used the entire length of his cock as he fucked - and he only had to stab into her a couple of times before she felt herself exploding into her first deep-vaginal come
Melinda was to come three times before she felt Raoul fuck with greater urgency. She could tell that he couldn't hold himself back for much longer. She knew that they were approaching the end of the fuck. They were in the homestretch. He shifted his hips into high gear and then into overdrive. He fucked the woman's cunt from the rear as hard and fast as he could. He gave it everything he had - and he had quite a bit. He fucked her hot poontang with reckless abandon.
Then he rammed the entire length of his pole inside her and splattered her internal tissues with a healthy load of thick silver seed.
CHAPTER TWO
With the prostitute still passed out on the bed in the sleazy hotel, Christopher Cummings removed the wire from her wrists, the hooks and corkscrew from her tits, and replaced these objects in his black leather bag. He calmly put his clothes on, zipped up his bag and left the hotel.
Christopher was pleased to find that his car was still intact where he had parked it. It was a lousy neighborhood and he had been afraid that the local hoodlums would strip his car clean while he was inside the hotel abusing the whore.
He had to get going. He was in a hurry to get to the West Coast. He did not have a map with him, but he was not worried about getting lost.
Christopher figured that as long as the sun was setting each evening over the hood of his car he was heading in the right direction. Before leaving the city he bought a six pack and set it on the front seat next to him.
He had driven for an hour and a half and had finished all six cans of beer when he saw two beautiful young hitchhikers at the shoulder of the highway.
Part of Christopher told him that he should keep driving, but his libido was acting up. His passion had rekindled since he had gotten his rocks off in Chicago. He was in a deserted section of the mid-western plains. There weren't even any houses around for miles and miles. The situation was too perfect to pass up. He decided that he was in the mood for a blow job. If he wanted, he could get both of the young girls to suck him off at the same time. If they didn't want to do it, that was tough shit. He would make them do it. He would get what he wanted just as he got everything else.
By force.
Christopher hit the brakes and looked in the rear view mirror as he pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the road. Christopher had a revolver in his glove compartment which he grabbed at that moment. He placed the gun under his seat between his knees. He could see the young girls running toward the rear of his car with happy smiles on their faces.
He opened the front door so that both of them could get in front with him. They identified themselves as Suzie and Mary, and said that they were on their way to St. Louis.
Christopher was very cheerful and charming with them at first and quickly gained their confidence. Neither of the girls could have been more than seventeen, and Mary, the blonde one, reminded him of his daughter.
His hot ass daughter.
After driving about ten miles, Christopher calmly pulled the car over the the shoulder of the road again. It was dusk - and it was getting darker by the second.
They were parked beside a corn field that seemed to go on forever.
"Hey, what's the idea?" Suzie said.
"I thought you were taking us all the way to Missouri," Mary added.
"Nope. We are all going to get out here," Christopher said.
"What gives?" Suzie asked.
"This," Christopher said. He pulled the revolver out from under his seat and waved it menacingly in those cute, innocent faces.
"Oh my God," Suzie said.
"Please don't shoot us, Mister," Mary said.
"I'm not going to shoot you. Not as long as you do exactly what I tell you to do," Christopher said.
"Are you going to rape us?" Suzie asked.
"I don't have the energy, little cunt. Now get the hell out of the car and march into the corn field. I am going to make you both blow me at the same time."
The girls could feel the sweat and tears starting to flow. They knew that it was dangerous hitchhiking, but neither of them had ever thought anything bad would happen to them.
Christopher grabbed his leather bag with his free hand and followed the girl's closely into the cornfield. He made them strip out of all of their clothes.
He then told them to kneel beside one another. Inside his bag he pulled out a thick leather strap with which he attached the girls together at the waist.
He also had leather cuffs so he could bind each of the girl's wrists together behind their backs. They were sobbing bitterly with their despair, wondering what they had done to deserve such treatment. Suzie, being a very religious teenager, feared that she was being punished by God for something naughty she had done - although she couldn't for the life of her figure out what it was.
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Then Christopher took off his own clothes. He wouldn't need the gun anymore. They were bound together so that there was no way they were going to escape.
He stood naked before them. Suddenly he realized that he had to take a wicked piss. Just to degrade and humiliate the girls, he pissed all over their pretty faces, drenching their hair with urine.
He even made them open their mouths and - one-by-one - drink some of his pee. He made Mary lick the excess dribbles of urine away from the tip of his prick.
"You like the taste of my pee," Christopher said.
Mary began to gag and throw up all over Suzie's left knee.
When the girl was through retching violently Christopher grabbed her by the sides of her pretty little head and told her to open her mouth as far as she could get it.
Mary did this and Christopher drove the head of his stiff cock into her mouth. At the same time he ordered Suzie to start licking at his dangling balls.
Suzie flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the base of his balls. Mary realized quickly that the sadistic man was not going to be content with having just the head of his cock sucked.
He held her head tightly, so that his palms were covering her ears. He curled his fingers around to the back of her neck and pressed with his fingertips hard enough to hurt the girl. He held her pretty head as if he wanted to crush it like a grape.
He held her head so tightly that she could no longer turn her face from side to side. She could not pull back away from him with her head and shoulders.
She could only push forward with her face, which was the only direction Christopher Cummings was concerned with. No, he was not going to be satisfied with having just the head of his cock sucked. He wasn't going to be satisfied until the entire length of his dick was down the little girl's gagging throat. Mary found that she had to breathe exclusively through her nose. She made snorting noises as she desperately sucked air into her sinuses and then her lungs.
Mary found that her jaw was threatening to lock in the open position.
The skin at the corners of her mouth was stretched very taut.
She had a great urge to bite down hard on his dick, but she held back.
She correctly assumed that the man would have blown her brains out with that revolver of his if she caused him the slightest discomfort.
Mary could feel the tip of Christopher's cock pressing into the back of her mouth and then into her throat. In spite of the leather straps that held her in place, Mary managed to move her knees back a few inches in the dirt. This enabled her to straighten her neck - thus making the complete violation of her throat more comfortable for both of them.
Just as she had anticipated, Mary found that her gagging began to second his cock entered her throat. Tears streamed down her face. She choked on his meat as he continued to push - continued to penetrate.
It took all of Mary's willpower to keep her teeth off of his cock. She had to keep her lips curled over her teeth somewhat so she wouldn't risk biting the cruel man's boner inadvertently.
Christopher pushed the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Suzie began to lick at his balls more eagerly and enthusiastically than before. She licked with the flat part of her tongue.
Christopher fucked in and out of Mary's throat for a stroke or two and then switched. He forced Suzie to gag on his meat while ordering Mary to lick and suck gently at his balls.
He switched back and forth, finally deciding that he was going to come inside Mary's mouth - since she was the one who reminded him of his own little girl Candy.
He could feel his come about to begin as he pushed the head of his cock in Mary's mouth. This time he did not penetrate her throat. He allowed her to grip his cock with her gaping lips at the base of the head.
He tensed and shivered violently as he felt the come shooting toward the tip of his prick. His piss hole opened suddenly and her mouth was filled with his jism. She gagged and sputtered some more before she realized she could swallow the stuff down.
Mary continued to suck at Christopher's cock until his come was over. They both feared that he was going to shoot them now that he had had his way with them. But Christopher was true to his word. He picked up his gun and removed the leather straps from around their waists.
"You stay right there on your knees naked until after I have driven off," he said. He replaced the straps in his bag and quickly put on his clothes. He ran back to his car and was heading down the road at ninety miles per hour before the teenagers in the cornfield realized that the danger had passed.
* * *
Candy Cummings was at a very difficult stage in her life. She was transforming - both physically and mentally - from a little girl into a woman.
Candy had never told her mother that she went out with boys. Melinda thought Candy was much too young to be thinking about sex - but this was not the case.
As a matter of fact, Candy was having trouble thinking of anything other than sex. It seemed like she thought about getting laid most of the time - when she was awake anyway.
Candy had suffered during her parents breakup. She had had to listen to her mother's screams of pain as her father beat her and did Heaven-knows-what to her. That was just before Candy and Melinda had left New York to start life anew in California. It was a scary time and Candy feared that it had left permanent psychological damage.
Candy sometimes had dreams that her sadistic father would return one day and the hell would start once again. Candy woke from these dreams in a cold sweat and had to sleep the rest of the night with her bedroom light on.
Candy was still very much a virgin. She was horny, but she was not in a hurry to lose her cherry. She didn't feel as if she were ready for a real sexual relationship.
The only orgasms Candy had ever known were at her own hand. She diddled her pussy just about every night in the privacy of her room to make herself come. She had become addicted to masturbation and was sure that she would suffer from instant insomnia if she tried to get to sleep without her nightly climax.
Candy figured that her father probably had a lot to do with her reluctance to go all the way with the boys she dated. She hoped that the guys in her high school class would be patient with her.
She knew that there were plenty of girls in her class who would "put out" in return for dinner and a movie. She feared that she would lose popularity with the boys if she insisted on retaining her chastity for much longer.
On this particular evening Candy was out on a date with a young man named Billy Symms. Billy was a high school senior, and happened to be the captain of the football team. He was also the quarterback. He had dated a lot of girls and he made Candy nervous, because she knew they had different ideas about how the night should end.
After the movie they went to see, Billy drove Candy up to the top of a hill that functioned as a lover's lane. From the top of that hill - known for obvious reasons to the teenagers as Sex Hill - one could see downtown L.A. and most of the Valley.
"I heard from Johnny MacNamara that you don't go all the way," Billy said as he shut off his car lights and turned up the radio. He had the radio tuned into a rock and roll station.
"I wish that you boys wouldn't gossip so much behind us girls' backs," Candy said. Billy thought that Candy was the prettiest little girl in his entire high school. She was a catch and a half. He wondered if he was going to be the first to fuck her.
"Don't you girls talk about us when we aren't around?" Billy asked. Candy had to admit that they did - but that was different, although she wasn't sure how.
"I think that it is best if I wait to do it, that's all. Why don't we get in the back seat. I would like to neck with you," Candy said.
"Okay," Billy said. "But I don't like walking home with a limp. You could give me a bad case of the blue balls if you get me worked up and leave me that way. I always play like shit on Saturday after a case of the blue balls."
"What do you want me to do? I can't give you what you want," she said.
"But that doesn't mean you can't give me what I need," Billy said.
Candy wasn't sure what this meant. They got into the back seat together. In an instant, Billy had his hands up under Candy's sweater, feeling her tits. She let him. It felt good. She could feel herself getting horny - but she was still very much in control.
He rammed his tongue inside her mouth and she responded with a gentle flicking of her own taster.
Billy could feel his cock getting harder and larger inside his tight blue jeans. Candy could tell he was getting hot by the way he was breathing.
They necked for a long time. Billy pinched and pulled lightly at Candy's nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Candy let out a moan or two of her own. She pulled away from him when she felt her willpower giving out.
"Shit, now you are going to give me the blue balls. I knew it was a mistake to date a girl who still had her cherry!" Billy said.
"I don't want you to be in pain," Candy said sympathetically. "What did you mean before when you said I can't give you what you want but I can give you what you need."
"I want you to give me a blow job. Have you ever sucked off a guy before?"
Candy silently shook her head from side to side with wide baby blue eyes.
"There's nothing to it. What do you think?" Billy said. The tone of his voice betrayed his anxiousness.
Candy had to think about this for a minute. It wasn't such a bad idea. The truth of the matter was that she wanted to suck his cock very badly. He would get his pleasure and she would keep her cherry.
It seemed fair.
"All right. I'll do it," Candy said. She could tell that Billy was thrilled. The football quarterback immediately reached down for his belt.
He began to unbuckle it. "No, no, no," Candy said. "You let me do that for you."
Now that she had committed herself to giving the good looking boy oral pleasure, she wanted to do the best job she could. She figured she might have come up with the solution to her problem, and it took Billy's suggestion for her to do it. She had been worried about guys not liking her because they thought she was a dick tease. Now she could avoid being a tease and remain a virgin. This was going to be perfect.
Candy's nimble fingers unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and lightly caressed the insides of his thighs. She was impressed with the bulge in the crotch of his tight blue jeans. Candy had never actually seen an erect penis before, and she was extremely anxious to find out what one looked like.
"Lift your butt for a second, Billy," Candy said. Her voice was low and sexy. She sounded almost sultry at that moment - which wasn't at all like her.
Billy lifted his ass from the back seat as instructed and Candy quickly pulled down his pants and his underwear at the same time. His cock was free, snapping up against his stomach. The tip of his prick was sticking straight up, pointing at the roof of the car.
"Oooooooh, you've got a big one," Candy said when she saw his eight inches. She didn't know if he had a big one or not, since it was the only one she had ever seen, but she figured this was an appropriate thing to say.
"Thanks. Right now my dick is on fire," Billy said.
Candy pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles - enabling him to move his thighs as far apart as he pleased. His opened his legs so that his knees were pointing in opposite directions.
Candy moved to the floor in front of the back seat on her knees. She began to kiss and lick and bite at the insides of Billy's thighs.
She started at his knees and worked her sensuous mouth ever-closer to his balls. He was panting hard, moaning with each and every one of his rapid exhales.
Candy used her pearly white teeth to nip his skin very close to his scrotal sack. She could smell the scent of his manhood, and she thought it smelled very, very good. She could feel her panties getting wet, and she figured she might have to make herself come twice on this night before she could get to sleep.
Candy was a very tiny girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall and she had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in her entire life.
Candy's hair was light blonde - just like her father's and hung straight down to her slender shoulders. She had a round face with perfect features. Her eyes were large and round and as blue as a cloudless summer day.
Candy had milky white skin. Her eyelashes and her eyebrows were just as light as the hair on her head. Her eyebrows were plucked neatly so that they were femininely angular.
Candy's eyelashes were very long and curled up at their tips. They were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each time she blinked. She wore no make-up.
Her cheeks were rosy. Her nose was tiny, a mere button. She had a habit of moving her nose up and down when she was excited about something - making herself look like a cute little bunny rabbit curiously sniffing at a patch of clover.
Candy's nose turned up a little at the tip. Her nostrils were a bit on the pinched side, but they flared wide open whenever she became horny - as she was at that moment.
Candy's mouth was not large either, but her lips were full and sensuous. Her lips were puffy and looked slightly bruised. She tended to hold her lips parted and slightly puckered. It had been said in Candy's new high school that she was walking through life looking as if she needed to be kissed very badly.
Candy had very tiny tits - but they were still growing. They were getting larger by the day. She wondered if her tits would be as big as her Mommy's when she became a full-fledged adult.
Her waist was very slim and her hips, though narrow, were fleshy in the buttocks. She looked great in a pair of tight jeans. Candy liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked as if they had been spray-painted on.
Her legs were not long but they were shapely. Her thighs were tapered. Her knees were unscarred. Her calves were rounded and smooth. Her ankles were skinny - almost bony. She had very small feet. Her toes were pink and chubby and cute.
Candy was one of those little girls who had always paid very close attention to her manicure. Even before puberty her nails were long and neatly filed.
Now, at sixteen, her nails were very long and she filed them so that they were precise.
On the rare occasions when Candy Cummings broke a fingernail she treated this event as a tragedy somewhere along the lines of the start of World War III.
Candy always kept her fingernails thickly polished with a dark crimson paint - which she correctly assumed went very well with her perfect peaches and cream complexion.
She painted her tiny round toenails so that they matched her fingernails. Candy placed the tips of her right fingers on the underside of Billy's cock shaft.
She had to arch her feminine fingers at the knuckles so her fingernails would not get in the way. She pushed his cock until it was pinned against his belly. She loved the way his cock felt as it throbbed against the sensitized tips of her digits.
Candy turned her left palm upward and worked her fingertips under the base of Billy's scrotal sack. She thought that his masculine genitalia was a joy to behold.
She could see that the head of Billy's cock was covered with skin that was stretched smooth and taut. That skin appeared as smooth as a plate of glass - and she couldn't wait to find out if it was going to feel just as smooth against her sexually aroused taste buds.
Candy could see that the shaft of Billy's cock was slightly skinnier and a slightly lighter shade of purple than the head. She was looking at the underside of his shaft.
Candy could see that the underside of his dong was lined with dilated blue veins that protruded from the surface, making his dick look craggy and gnarled. His cock looked angry. It certainly looked more like an angry weapon than it did like an instrument of love-making.
She could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around the base of his cock head - and Candy was smart enough to know that this came from the operation the boy had had - no doubt as a baby - to remove his foreskin.
Candy found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of his pecker. She knew that both Billy's urine and jism emerged from this hole. She could see that there were tiny swollen lips on either side of the urethra - making the hole look like a tiny mouth. She could see that Billy's piss hole was opening and closing rhythmically from the tiny spasms he was experiencing there. She almost giggled. She thought that his piss hole looked like a tiny nether mouth that was trying in vain to sing out with its desire.
She lowered her eyes to the wrinkled sack that held Billy's balls. The scrotum, like his cock, was a hell of a lot bigger than Candy Cummings had anticipated.
She could see that there was a thick bush of hair all around the base of Billy's cock. There were even short and curly hairs growing directly out of his scrotum. She lifted his balls off the seat. She wiggled her fingers and fondled his glands of masculinity in this fashion. She bobbed his nuts up and down on her fingertips for a moment or two, looking as if she were trying to determine the weight of his swollen glands. She could see that his scrotal sack was filled to the brim with come. It looked as if it were about to overflow. Candy wondered how long it had been since the boy had shot his wad.
Candy pushed her eager face between Billy's parted thighs. She parted her pouting lips a bit and allowed her tongue to protrude as far as she could get it.
Candy placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of Billy's scrotum and began to flick back and forth very quickly and very gently. She could tell that some of the muscles in the quarterback's body were starting to tense up on him involuntarily.
Candy liked the way his scrotum tasted. It was salty and sweaty and good. She had to stop once or twice to pluck a tiny hair from the tip of her tongue. She began to lick at his balls with the flat part of her tongue and she didn't stop until the entire sack was wet and shiny from the sweet spittle that drooled from the tip of her taster. She then wrapped her hot lips around the right testicle so she could suck it. She knew that she had to be very careful while sucking his nuts. Candy knew that she could hurt the handsome boy if she sucked too hard. She concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She kept her pouting lips curled over her pearly white, perfectly straight teeth.
"Are you sure that you have never done this before?" Billy asked.
"Absolutely. Why do you ask?" Candy said with a happy smile.
She pulled her mouth away from his nuts only long enough to speak.
"You must be a natural. You give head like an expert!" Billy said.
"Thank you. I guess it's a case of beginner's luck," Candy said.
She sucked noisily at his testicle, making sloppy noises with her mouth. She sucked slowly, hollowing her cheeks only slightly with the vacuum she created inside her oral cavity.
She sucked and licked at his testicle at the same time. She did this for a while before repeating the process with the other gland. She then pulled her mouth away from his balls. She cupped his nuts in the palm of her left hand. Candy found that she had to open her fingers apart as far as she could possibly get them in order to hold the entire sack at the same time.
Candy could tell that it was time to give his cock some oral attention - where Billy needed it the most.
She squeezed his balls rhythmically - squeezing once for every beat of the handsome boy's racing heart.
In this manner Candy simulated the natural throbbing Billy was experiencing in his aching balls.
Candy once again stuck her tongue out as far as she could get it, feeling stress at the roots of her taster down near her overactive salivary gland.
Candy looked at the veins that protruded from his dick shaft and thought she would use the longest, thickest vein to determine her tongue tip's route to the tip of his dick, just as if the vein were a blue line on an erotic road map.
Candy placed the tip of her tongue on the spot where Billy's cock and balls came together. She flicked back and forth rapidly and lightly. Her chin was very close to her left wrist.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head and shoulders. She worked her tongue slowly upward toward his glands. Candy felt his body jerk as she licked at the fleshy patch just below the head. She could tell he was particularly hypersensitive at that spot so she allowed her tongue to linger there. The fleshy patch was just below the split in Billy's cock head that made it resemble a ripe plum. Candy made her tongue pointy at the tip and ran it up the groove in his glands all the way to his piss hole. Candy flicked her tongue across the swollen lips astride his urethra. She used the sides of her tongue to lick the entire glands, releasing the pressure with her right fingertips so the head of his dick came away from his belly an inch or two.
She licked at the entire length of his cock with the flat part of her tongue. She lapped happily at his prick as if she were pretending it was an all-day sucker.
Candy moved her right hand to the base of his cock. She made a fist around the shaft. Her hand was so tiny and his cock was so thick that her fingers did not make it all the way around the cock's girth without the help of her long red fingernails.
She squeezed his cock and his balls in sync with one another. Candy correctly assumed that she wasn't going to have to suck his cock for long. She knew that he was close to the edge of bliss. He would come quickly once she started drawing at his glands with that hot little mouth of hers.
Candy guided the head of Billy's cock toward her mouth.
She concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face.
She allowed her jaw to drop. Her mouth became gaping open. She pushed forward with her head and took his glands inside. She wrapped her lips tightly around the base of his glands. Candy kept her tongue busy at all times. She licked and sucked at the head of his dong at the same time. Candy was pleased to find that the stretched skin covering his glands felt just as smooth on her tongue and lips as it had originally looked.
Candy began to suck as hard as she could. She hollowed her cheeks deeply. Her cheeks were so white and smooth that it was clear to anyone who looked at her that she had never suffered from a facial blemish in her entire life.
Candy could feel the shaft of his cock getting a little bit thicker, a little bit harder and a little bit longer. She could feel even more blood pumping into the head of his cock - and the damn thing did not explode. She wouldn't have thought that was possible in a million years if she hadn't felt it for herself.
Candy could feel all of his muscles tensing. His hands were on her slender shoulders. Billy began to bounce up and down on the back seat on the bare cheeks of his ass. He acted as if he wanted to ram his rod down her throat - and Candy had to be agile with her head and shoulders to keep this from happening.
"SO CLOSE! CANDY! I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE!" Billy screamed. His lips pulled back tightly over his teeth so that his facial expression was a perfect combination between a smile and a grimace.
Candy slobbered as she sucked.
Then Billy screamed again.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" the quarterback wailed. He tossed his head wildly from side to side, as if he were saying "no" over and over again. Candy was smart enough to know he meant exactly the opposite.
Candy had little or no idea what his come was going to be like, but she was anxious to find out. It never occurred to her to pull her mouth off of his cock at the last second so that he wouldn't come in her mouth.
Then Billy shivered so hard that Candy feared for a split second that he would wriggle his way right out of his skin. His piss hole opened. The lips astride his urethra parted.
Before Candy could completely mentally prepare herself, her mouth was filled to the brim with his jism. There was a hell of a lot more come than she had anticipated.
Candy found that she had to puff out her cheeks and start swallowing as hard as she could right away, in a vain attempt to keep all of the come inside her mouth.
Candy could feel the jism oozing from the corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin. Some of the silver seed remained on her chin to coagulate and cool. Some dripped off her chin onto the inside of her left wrist. She was still clutching his balls with her left hand - but now more snugly than before. She was not clutching him hard enough to risk hurting him, however.
Candy discovered that the come was quite a bit hotter than she had imagined it would be as well. For a second or two the girl feared that the inside of her mouth was being scalded by his jism.
Billy pressed the back of his head against the back of the seat. He felt like opening and closing his knees rapidly - so he could fan the raging flame in his crotch.
Candy had to wait for his come to cool inside her mouth a bit before she could appreciate the flavor. It was worth the wait. Candy was not disappointed in the slightest by the flavor of Billy's thick spunk.
His come tasted fishy and salty and great. She figured that a guy's come had to be the most delicious thing a little girl could drink. She had to admit that she had never tasted caviar, but she would have bet a million dollars that Billy's come tasted a thousand times better than any over-priced fish eggs.
Candy found that she loved the texture of Billy's come just as much as the flavor. It felt like raw egg whites were slithering down the entire length of her gullet toward the warm spot that was forming at the pit of her belly.
She figured that the texture would have grossed her out royally in all but a prurient context.
She was determined to keep sucking until his come was over. After the initial spurt, the girl had no trouble keeping all of his fuck jam inside her mouth.
She wanted to suck every single drop of come out of his scrotal sack. Billy wasn't going to have to walk home with a limp this night. Candy wouldn't allow the handsome boy to go home with blue balls. She wanted him to play well on Saturday. If he threw a touchdown pass, Candy knew that her hot blow job would be at least partly responsible.
She wanted to suck him until his balls were dry - as dry as a pair of bones left out in the Nevada desert to bleach in the sunshine.
She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, in sync with his spasms. She made little gurgling noises in the back of her throat, sounding like a straw at the bottom of a practically empty glass.
Then, just as suddenly as his come had started, it ended. All of Billy's muscles relaxed at the same time. He found that he could once again completely fill his lungs with air - - which was quite a relief as he had not been able to breathe at all during the course of his come.
Billy continued to breathe hard as his oxygen supply inside his bloodstream was badly depleted - and badly in need of replenishing.
Billy could feel his racing heartbeat slowing to normal. Candy could feel the head and shaft of his cock losing their urgent rigidity almost immediately.
Candy left her mouth over the head of his cock for a while even after his come was through. She still held his cock shaft and balls with her hands, but she had loosened her grip considerably with his sexual appeasement.
Candy then pulled her mouth off the head of his cock. She stopped when her upper lips was less than an inch from the tip of his deflating pecker.
Candy got a chance to relax her jaw for the first time in what felt like ages. She worked her jaw from side to side to get the kinks out. The hinges at the sides of her face felt a little on the rusty side - as if they could use a good oiling.
Candy noticed that there was a string of come connecting her upper lip to Billy's piss hole. She pulled back with her head another inch or so and that bridge of semen broke at its center.
Half of the string fell onto the sloping side of Billy's dwindling glands while the other half fell onto Candy's pearly white front tooth.
Candy pumped the softening shaft of Billy's cock once or twice to make sure there wasn't any come stuck uncomfortably inside the shaft. Sure enough, a couple of droplets of post-orgasmic dog-water oozed from between the swollen lips astride his piss hole.
Candy licked these dew drops away with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. She could see that the entire head of his cock was covered with a thin film of come.
Candy used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean. She didn't stop licking until he was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making his cock wet and shiny was her spittle.
Candy then released her grip on his cock and balls at the same time. His cock slumped and then slouched onto the inside of his left thigh.
Candy got up and sat on the seat next to Billy. He quickly pulled up his pants and underwear and re-buckled his belt.
"You have my come on your face," Billy said with a small laugh.
"And whose fault is that, Billy Symms?" Candy asked cutely.
"I will take full responsibility," Billy said with mock seriousness.
"Do you have anything I can wipe my face clean with?" Candy asked.
"Sure do."
"What?"
"My tongue."
"Kinky."
So Billy began to lick his coagulated semen from the little girl's chin. This turned naturally into a hot, sensuous tongue kiss which lasted a long time.
Billy pulled his mouth away from Candy's and began to kiss and lick and bite at the sides of her neck. Candy thought that Billy had a magic mouth. He could certainly do magic things to her jugular vein.
Billy flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across Candy's dangling ear lobe and then used his tongue to explore the inside of her ear. She shivered as he did this. Candy could feel the little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end as her entire body became covered with a thick layer of tingling and bumpy goose-flesh.
"You had better take me home," Candy said. She was breathing very hard. Her horniness was getting out of control. She figured that she had better break things up before she lost her willpower completely. She was panting so hard with her lust that she was forced to spit out her words in between desperate gasps for air - as if they were so many watermelon seeds.
"Okay," Billy said. "Do you think you would want to go out with me again?"
"Sure thing. I had a really good time tonight. I love sucking your cock."
"I was hoping you would feel that way. Let's get up front," he said.
They got out of the car on separate sides to move back into the front seat.
"I didn't think I was going to like sucking cock as much as that."
"It's natural. All girls do it. It's okay. You are supposed to like it."
"And the flavor! Yummy. I have never tasted anything so good," she said.
"And it's good for you too, Candy," Billy Symms exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" Candy asked. She turned down the radio's volume.
"My come is almost one-hundred percent protein. It's good for you."
"Well that explains something," Candy said, furrowing her brow.
"What's that?" Billy asked as he quickly turned the ignition key.
"I could feel myself getting healthier as I drank your come."
"It's just like being fed a hot meal, sweetheart," Billy said.
He placed his hand on her knee and gave it a loving little squeeze.
"Will you call me?" Candy asked. Her panties were soaking wet.
"I'll give you a call one night later this week. Maybe we can go out Friday night," Billy said. "We could go see another movie, or we could do whatever you like."
"Maybe we could come straight up here and forget the movie," Candy said.
"I have a feeling that you and I are going to be very good friends," Billy said.
Billy took Candy straight home and Melinda was up waiting for her daughter.
"Hi, Mommy," Candy said as she skipped in the front door and across the living room rug.
"Did you have a good time with your girlfriends?" Melinda asked.
"Same old stuff. It was pretty fun," Candy lied. "I'm going straight upstairs. I have some homework to do and then I think I am going to go straight to bed. I feel real tired."
"Okay, dear. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay," Melinda said.
Candy ran up the stairs to her bedroom, taking the steps two at a time. She ran to her room, got inside, shut the door behind her and locked it.
Candy then took off all of her clothes and sprawled across her bed naked. She placed both of her foam rubber pillows on top of one another and punched the top one to make an indentation for the back of her head.
Candy loved being out of those wet panties. She began to stroke her nipples. She pinched and pulled at those tiny feminine erections.
She cupped her palms over her tits and squeezed them. She began to move both of her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. She even pressed her tits together so that there was cleavage between them.
Candy ran the tips of her long red fingernails down her belly. She used her right forefinger nail to trace a crooked circle around her belly button. She then dipped her fingernail right into her concave navel. She was rocking back and forth, shifting her weight from one cheek of her tiny ass to the other. She had her legs stretched out in front of her. At first her ankles and her knees were very close together. Then she parted her legs until her thighs were opened to a perfect ninety-degree angle.
Candy then placed the balls of her feet flat on the bed and raised her knees in the air. She began to scratch lightly at the insides of her own thighs.
She scratched toward her pussy and she could feel her passion mounting. Her cunt had started to swell the second she first kissed Billy and the swelling had not gone down since.
Candy lifted her feet from the bed and caressed the backs of her thighs and then her buttocks. She ran a fingertip up and down the crack of her ass a couple of times. She whimpered. The skin in the crack of her ass was wet and slippery with the natural lubrication that had drooled out of the base of her thoroughly engorged poontang.
Candy lowered her feet and began to stroke up and down the outer lips of her cunt. She touched at the sides and just above her clit - without making direct contact with that fiery bulb. She rubbed her fingers gently along the outer edges of her inner cunt lips. She pushed her finger in between those lips. She touched her own urethra.
She then lowered her finger to the mouth of her unused fuck hole. She began to press her finger inside but she didn't get very far. She had only penetrated herself up to the first knuckle when her fingernail struck a wall of membrane that blocked the path to her womb. Her cherry. Her precious maidenhead. Her intact hymen. Candy always had an urge to push her finger right through that wall so she could find out what it felt like to be stroked on the other side - but she never did it.
She pulled her finger out of the hole. She could tease herself no longer. She used her left forefinger to pull her clitoral foreskin upward away from the center of her womanly pleasure. In this manner she bared the entire clit - rendering it vulnerable to her every caress. She then placed the tip of her right forefinger directly on her love button. She had to bite her lower lip to stifle an exclamation of pleasure. Candy would have liked to have screamed bloody murder with her physical joy just then, but she didn't want Mommy to know what she was doing.
Candy began to diddle her clit slowly.
She didn't have to do this for long.
She began to orgasm almost immediately.
Candy closed her eyes tightly. She could see bright flashes of light across the blackness of her inner lids.
Her muscles were tensed and shivering as the pleasure exploded into her brain. She grunted loudly with joy.
She could feel a little squirt of fluid coming from her urethra. Her fingers were getting all wet and sticky.
Candy could feel her sense of time and space becoming warped by the intensity of the sensations she knew.
She thought that her orgasm was going to last forever. Each second seemed like a minute to little Candy.
She could feel herself drifting upward off the bed in a sexy fantasy. She felt as if she were levitating.
She felt as if she were astral-projecting, like the Hindus could too when they meditated for a long time.
She felt as if she were inside and outside her body at the same time. She thought she really was on the ceiling.
She thought she could look down and watch herself bucking wildly on the bed. But it was just a dream.
She began to diddle her clit hard and fast. She pressed her love button flat against the base of her pubic bone.
She worked her finger back and forth across her little man in the boat as hard and fast as she possibly could.
Candy diddled her clit in this manner until her orgasm was over. She fell limp on the bed.
Candy left her hand in her cunt for a while - just because it felt good there. Her afterglow was intense.
She caught her breath and pulled her lingers slowly out.
CHAPTER THREE
After abusing the two hitchhikers outside of Chicago, Christopher Cummings drove straight to California.
The man stopped only to fill his gas tank. As he drove, fatigue set in, and his mind warped even further than before.
He began to think of himself as "Baron Brutal" - the King of Pain. He drooled with his incestuous anticipation.
He had beat on his wife and tortured her back in New York - but he had never molested hot-assed Candy.
Christopher couldn't wait to hear his daughter screaming in pain as he whipped and abused her. It was going to be fun.
In Christopher's mind, Candy was just as much responsible for his pain and his downfall as his lovely wife.
Christopher had some money with him and he made a few stops in Los Angeles before he went to Melinda's home.
He went to some strange shops that sold torture equipment. Some of the stuff was heavy and he needed help loading it into the car.
The car was jam-packed with pulleys and ropes and metallic torture tools, all designed specifically to cause agony.
Only in New York and Los Angelas was such equipment available - making Chris glad his ex-wife had not settled in Kansas.
Christopher had a little trouble finding Melinda's house but he eventually parked his car outside the pleasant home.
It was Friday morning and both Melinda and Candy were still asleep. The sun had just risen in the east.
Christopher packed his revolver in the inside pocket of his sports jacket and rang the front doorbell.
He had to ring three times before Melinda, dressed in a nightgown and bathrobe, sleepily answered the door.
"Shit, what the hell are you doing here?" Melinda asked. There was a trembling of fear in the woman's eyes.
Christopher quickly whipped out his gun and pointed the barrel directly between his ex-wife's beautiful eyes.
"I have come to get a little revenge. No, I take that back. I have come to get a lot of revenge," he said.
Melinda could feel all of the blood draining out of her face, and she could tell she was getting as pale as a ghost.
Christopher walked forward, his finger on the trigger. Melinda walked backwards, her knees feeling shaky.
Christopher walked over to the living room phone and pulled it right out of the wall. He started up the stairs.
He made Melinda go with him, telling her that he would blow her brains out if she tried to scream for help.
In Melinda's bedroom he found another phone and pulled it out of the wall by the roots as well. He asked her if there were any more phones.
Melinda shook her head from side to side. Her eyes were teary. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest.
Melinda's fear was making it difficult for her to breathe. Her tits were bobbing up and down on her chest.
"Go wake up Candy. I don't want her to miss out on anything," Christopher said in a deep, baritone voice.
"Do what you want with me, Christopher, but for Christ's sake, leave the little girl out of it," Melinda said.
"Fuck you, cunt. I will do as I please. From now on I am calling the shots around here. I have been paying the bills, haven't I?"
Melinda lightly rapped at Candy's closed bedroom door with her knuckles. Candy stirred and stretched her arms over her head.
"Candy, get your clothes on and come out in the hall for a moment, won't you, dear?" Melinda said with a tremor in her voice.
Candy could tell immediately by her mother's nervous intonations that there was something desperately wrong.
Candy threw a bathrobe over her short nightie and opened the door. She gasped as she saw her father - and then the gun.
"Now we are one big happy family once again," Christopher said. "Just like in the good old days."
"What are you going to do to us, Daddy?" Candy asked. She felt like she was going to pee down her legs.
"I am going to make you wish that you were never born," was Christopher Cummings' scary response.
"Look, why don't I make you something to eat and we can talk this over," Melinda said, her knees turning to liquid.
"Sorry, cunt. The time for domesticism is through. We are all going down into the basement now," Christopher said.
Christopher had brought along his black leather bag with him. It was filled with thick-hemped ropes.
Candy tried to figure out a way to get the gun away from her insane father, but it was no use. Any chance she would have taken would have been too risky.
The three of them marched down the wooden stairs to the dark damp cellar. Christopher ordered them out of their clothes.
Candy and Melinda were both weeping with despair as they stripped naked. It did not take very long.
Both Melinda and Candy were dressed only in their night clothes and soon were as naked as the day they were born.
Christopher then tied the two together in a most bizarre fashion. Candy was forced to lie on her back.
The teenager was made to stick her legs straight up in the air. Melinda stood over Candy with her ass to the girl's face.
Melinda had one foot under each of Candy's arms and leaned forward so that her head was between Candy's legs.
Melinda had her arms dangling straight down along the sides of Candy's shapely gams so that her hands straddled Candy's hips.
As Melinda jack-knifed at the waist in this fashion, her tits hung very low, looking even more humungous than usual.
Once the two girls were in this position, Christopher began to administer the ropes. He tied Candy's arms to Melinda's ankles.
Two ropes were used to bind Melinda's dangling tits to Candy's knees. The hemp burned the backs of Candy's knees.
Candy's ankles were tied together tautly so that she would not be able to kick herself out of position.
Melinda's wrists were bound to Candy's upper thighs, the ropes coming very close to the little girl's virgin pussy.
Finally, a single rope was strung in between Melinda's cunt lips, along with the cheeks of her fleshy ass.
The same rope went in between Melinda's tits and around her back. It was tied at the small of her back.
Candy could feel her intense fear getting to her. She found that it was next to impossible to think clearly.
Candy wondered why fate had taken this course. She wondered why she deserved to be punished so severely.
Candy had already figured out that she was to be sexually abused, and this concept made her feel very strange.
The pretty little blonde could feel something happening in her loins, something she would not have expected.
Candy realized that she was getting horny, just as horny as she had been after giving Billy Symms a blow job.
Melinda knew that her worst fears had come true. She wished that she had never asked to receive alimony.
Melinda wished that she had taken off with Candy and changed their names, so Chris could never find them.
But now it was too late.
She knew they were in deep trouble.
She feared they were doomed.
Once Christopher had his wife and his daughter bound together in this cruel way, he felt very good about things.
So far everything was perfect. He calmly went back upstairs and began to unload the car. He brought the equipment down into the basement.
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It wasn't going to be a basement anymore - not as far as Christopher Cummings was concerned. It was going to be more.
It was going to be his private dungeon. It was going to be his own personal chamber of acute torture!!!
Melinda found herself wishing that the man would just use his revolver and blow their brains out right away.
Melinda figured that a quick death had to be better than the horrible abuses and tortures they were going to have to face.
Christopher was badly out of breath by the time he had finished moving all of the equipment into the basement.
He sat down and caught his breath. He could feel his cock getting hard, and he decided where to begin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Christopher walked up to the bound pair and stood so that his daughter had no choice but to look at him.
"I suppose that you have been a real slut since you came out here to California, huh, cunt?" Christopher asked.
"No Daddy. I haven't done anything like that," Candy said. This was not precisely true, but she didn't mind lying to the insane man.
"Good. Then I will get to pop that precious little cherry of yours, won't I?" Christopher said with a smile.
"Oh no, Daddy. Please NO!" Candy screamed. But at the same time she could feel her cunt juices flowing.
Christopher untied the two, leaving Melinda bound in a corner so she was forced to watch the rape of her daughter.
Christopher threw Candy down on the floor on her back and slapped her hard across the face four times.
Christopher quickly tugged down his pants and his underwear at the same time so that his cock sprung free.
Christopher's cock was almost fully erect - and the blood of his sadistic and incestuous passion was still pumping.
It was clear that it wouldn't be very long at all before he had a full-fledged boner wagging before his loins.
Candy's eyes opened wide with awe - so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.
She had thought Billy Symms had a big cock. She didn't know anything. Her Daddy had a huge cock. Too big.
Candy could tell that it was going to hurt like hell if he tried to push the entire thing up inside her pussy.
Christopher made sure that his gun was always close by - within an arm's reach. He removed all of his clothes.
His balls were badly swollen. His scrotal sack appeared to be filled to the brim with his hot semen.
He pounced on top of the little girl and for a moment the full weight of his body was upon her chest.
Her tits were crushed flat against his chest and she couldn't breathe. She could feel his cock against her belly.
The base of his dick was throbbing against her practically hairless mound. The tip throbbed between her tits and her belly-button.
She knew exactly how far inside her soft underbelly the tip of his cock was going to have to push. He would tear her apart.
Christopher lifted his loins and his chest. He reached back and made a tight fist around the base of his dick.
Christopher rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the entire length of his daughter's tiny pussy slash.
He moved the thick head of his cock to the base of her cunt, to the mouth of her unused fuck hole.
Christopher then tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks and pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could.
He began to press down with his ass and for a moment or two nothing happened. Candy's cunt did not open up.
Then he pushed harder and Candy could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than she would have thought possible.
Candy could feel the tip of her Daddy's dong on her precious maidenhead. Her cherry stretched taut with the pressure.
He stabbed downward again and Candy could hear the tearing sound a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
Candy's cherry popped like a cork out of a vintage bottle of champagne, and the little girl screamed in agony.
Candy could feel something warm and sticky inside her cunt mixing with her slippery natural lubrication.
It took her a second or two to figure out what this was. Then it hit her. It was blood! Blood from her recently opened wound.
Christopher wanted to ram the entire length of his cock into her in one fell swoop - but found this impossible.
Candy's internal cunt tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use. He had to pry her open.
In spite of the fact that he was pressing down as hard as he could, the tip of his cock only entered a little at a time.
A fraction of an inch at a time.
Candy could feel herself being touched in places where she had never been touched before. The pain got worse.
Candy could feel the tip of Christopher's dong smack against her cervix. She felt his glands on the back wall of her cunt.
There were still many inches left to push inside. The little girl tried desperately to relax her muscles.
But it was no use.
Her efforts were in vain.
Christopher did not stop pushing until the entire length of his cock was up inside Candy's pussy.
She was bleeding badly. He could feel her ravaged inner cunt lips gripping his thick cock at the very base.
Candy could feel the tip of his dick pulsating against a spot that she wouldn't have thought could be reached from the outside.
Christopher began to fuck.
He fucked hard and fast right from the first stroke. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her cunt.
He then took a deep breath, grunted it out, and rammed the entire length of his dick back inside the little girl.
Candy thought she was going to faint. She could feel herself getting very dizzy from her nervous-system's turmoil.
Christopher fucked for about five minutes, rubbing the little girl raw inside her cunt, before his horniness peaked.
He rammed the entire length of his humungous tool of manhood inside Candy and kept it there as his muscles stiffened.
He arched his back sharply as his cock grew a little bit thicker than before and began to spasm wildly.
Candy could feel the come spurting from the tip of her father's cock, splashing against the back wall of her pussy.
She grieved. She thought about all of her romantic notions about the first time she would get laid by a man.
She realized that something had been torn from her. Something that would never, ever grow back. It was her childhood.
Her father was graduating her into adulthood with this fuck - turning her into a woman, a full-fledged sexual animal.
Christopher pulled his cock out right away. The rape was the least of Candy's worries, she was to discover.
The man lifted the weeping little girl off the floor. He was very strong. He lifted her as if she were as light as a feather.
There was a spiked wedge of metal in the corner of the cellar. Attached to the wedge was a huge pulley.
Candy was forced to straddle the wedge so that one of the spikes pushed inside her cunt and another up her ass.
Her thighs were bound to the wedge on either side with a thick black leather strap. Her wrists were cuffed in leather behind her back.
Then a rope was attached to a hook on the ceiling and strapped to Candy's upper arms, lifting her slender shoulders.
Then came the worst part.
Two ropes were tied to Candy's erect nipples. The ropes were strung around the pulley so that they were taut.
By pulling on the other end of those ropes, Christopher could tug cruelly at Candy's feminine erections at the same time.
Candy felt pain unlike anything she had ever known. She felt pain unlike anything she could have imagined.
Christopher tugged at the ropes until the skin all around Candy's nipples was pulled taut and her tits looked grossly pointy.
He laughed.
Candy prayed she could pass out.
"NO DADDY! OH GOD! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! YOU ARE GOING TO TEAR MY TITS RIGHT OFF!" Candy screamed.
Christopher attached the ropes to a piece of furniture so that Candy's tits were forced to remain elongated.
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"You will stay that way for a while. I want you to sit and think about your pain. Learn to love your pain," he said.
He then went over to Melinda who was looking more and more like a zombie. Melinda had not blinked in some time.
The woman with the humungous tits looked as if she were in some sort of trance. She was hypnotized by the torture and abuse.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Now it is your turn. You have ruined my life, and now I am going to ruin yours," Christopher exclaimed.
Melinda looked at him with fear but not with recognition. She looked at him as if he were a stranger.
In one sense he was.
He was certainly not the man she had married. This was some gross mutation of the man she had wed years before.
The transformation had already begun to take place when she left, and it had obviously continued afterward.
Christopher could see that Melinda was in no condition to combat him. He untied her cruel bondage.
Christopher forced her to lie on the floor on her belly as he returned to his zipped black leather bag.
Inside the bag he found a riding crop. A horse whip - such as those that jockey's use out at the flats.
Christopher calmly knelt at Melinda's feet. He could vaguely remember the joy of their honeymoon bed.
But it all seemed like it happened very long ago. It seemed as if it had happened in another lifetime.
He grabbed both of the woman's ankles at the same time and pulled them apart as far as they would go.
As Christopher yanked the woman's shapely gams apart he could see her buttocks parting a little bit.
He lowered his head and he could see the familiar cunt, the cunt that he had fucked so often years before.
He ran the tip of the riding crop slowly up and down the crack of Melinda's fleshy ass. He used his hands to open her ass.
Christopher pulled her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go, so the skin in the crack was taut.
He could see the cute ring of strawberry blonde hair all around her pink anus. Her bung hole was throbbing.
He remembered a time when the woman would not allow him to fuck her in the ass, claiming it would hurt too much.
Melinda had once said that she did not want to be buggered because she found the act personally degrading.
But those days were gone.
Melinda no longer had a choice.
Christopher's cock was still limp, dangling low and thick between his super-muscular thighs. He wasn't ready to sodomize his ex-wife yet.
There would be plenty of time. Christopher figured he had all the time in the world. There was plenty of food in the house.
He didn't even consider feeding his new sex slaves. He would give them water every now and again if they wanted.
Maybe he would give them a crust of bread or two if they started to become faint with their hunger.
But he would not feed them out of kindness certainly. He would feed them only to keep them alive.
So he could torture them longer!
Christopher allowed Melinda's ass cheeks to close and raised the riding crop high over his angry head.
His face was very red with his insatiable ire. He held the riding crop menacingly up toward the ceiling.
Candy was bound so that she had no choice but watch and see what her Daddy was doing to her Mommy.
Candy could have closed her eyes, but she didn't. A morbid curiosity forced her to keep her eyes open.
So she could see.
So she could see it all!
Christopher brought the riding crop down across both of Melinda's ass cheeks at the same time. He held nothing back.
He hit her as hard as he could. An ugly red stripe - a nasty welt - immediately formed across her buttocks.
She screamed in pain. The pain actually snapped her out of her trance, and re-acquainted her with her dilemma.
SMACK!
He brought the riding crop down again, across the very same spot. Melinda could feel her entire body jerk.
The agony from the blow spread outward from the cheeks of her ass, filling her entire body. Enveloping her.
She could feel the horrible pain affecting each and every one of her nerve-endings, even those in her fingertips and toes.
He hit her again and again until her entire ass was striped with welts. He then began to beat her back savagely.
He whipped her across the shoulders, across the back of her neck and in between her tensed shoulder blades.
SMACK!
Christopher even whipped her against the soft tissues at the backs of her knees a couple of times.
He chose these places because he knew that this was where the pain would be particularly acute. She continued to scream.
Then the woman could feel her pain fading as the nerve-endings were numbed from the abuse. She could still hear the sounds of the whipping.
SMACK!
SMACK!
But she could no longer feel the pain. The sharp agony had been replaced by a dull ache that spread from her ass into her loins.
Christopher beat the woman's backside until his arm got tired. He needed a rest. He needed a change of pace.
Christopher could feel his afterglow - the one he had received after fucking his virginal daughter - fading away.
Christopher could feel that afterglow being replaced by his rekindled lust. He could feel himself starting to pant.
Christopher could feel the ache returning to his balls. His testicles felt as if they were swelling once again.
Christopher's scrotal sack still felt filled to the brim with jism - in spite of the fact that he had blown his wad only minutes before.
He had been looking forward to this for a long time, and now that it was happening he was hotter than a pepper sprout.
He decided that he was going to once again bind the mother and the daughter together - for they were two halves of a whole as far as he was concerned.
Christopher tossed the riding crop aside carelessly. He could hear it scuttling across the floor into a corner.
He rose to his feet and turned to face his daughter. He released the tension on the diminutive blonde's nipples.
He lifted her off the spiked wedge. A trickle of blood was running down the inside of Candy's thigh.
He then fetched the same ropes he had used to bind the two together originally. He ordered Melinda to her feet.
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Melinda stood with a great deal of difficulty. Her knees still felt weak. The muscles in her legs felt like Jell-O.
Melinda's entire body felt as if it were magically transforming into ginger ale from her exhausting abuse.
Both Melinda and Candy could tell that they had a long way to go before the cruel man would be done with them.
They were filled with hopelessness because neither figured they would be allowed to live when Christopher was through.
Both Melinda and Candy were sure that they were going to be brutally murdered after Christopher had had his way.
Candy was forced to kneel in front of Melinda. Melinda was commanded to stand with her feet far apart.
Melinda winced as two ropes were used to bind her tits. The ropes were wrapped around her breasts and tightened.
This forced her tits to push outward from her chest. Her feminine erections at their tips were bulging.
Melinda's tits were bound to Candy's wrists. Candy's shoulders were pulled sharply back so that her shoulder blades were pushed together.
Candy's wrists were together near the back of her head - her elbows pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
Then Candy's upper arms were tied to her mother's. Both of the girl's had their mouths gaping open.
Their lips were quivering.
Their faces were stained with tears.
The room reeked of cunt and sweat.
Christopher could feel the tip of his cock rising in the air - once again defying the laws of gravity.
He soon had a boner and he was ready to fuck his ex-wife where he had never fucked her before. He had wanted to.
But she had not let him.
He stood at Melinda's rear and began to massage her ass cheeks - her ravaged buttocks. The flesh there was still numb.
Melinda could hardly feel Christopher's hands on her ass, even as he cruelly kneaded the flesh with strong fingers.
Melinda could feel the tip of his cock poking at the small of her back.
CHAPTER SIX
"So you think that it is degrading to get fucked in the ass, huh, you pile of slime?" Christopher said.
Melinda could feel him grabbing a handful of her strawberry blonde hair with a tight right fist just then.
He pulled the hair hard, so that her chin was forced upward and the back of her head was forced downward.
He pulled at her strawberry blonde hair so hard that she feared for a moment that he was going to yank it out by the roots.
Christopher released his grip on her hair and laughed. He muttered something about them being a pair of whores.
"There are all sorts of whores, Melinda. Some ask for the money after each fuck. Some keep a tab," he said.
Melinda got the idea. She fit into the latter category. He saw each alimony check as payment to a hooker - a hooker with whom he had once been in love.
Melinda could feel a strange tingling in her asshole. Like Candy, Melinda's mind was badly warped.
The older woman, like her daughter, was now confusing her anguish and despair with her lust and passion.
Melinda could feel the desire in her asshole growing by the second. She could feel it spreading inward.
Melinda could feel her anal desire spreading to fill her colon - and then the lower portion of her bowels.
She did feel as if being buggered would be degrading - yet she found that she wanted to be degraded.
Christopher had his hands on her ass cheeks, one hand on either buttock, his fingers pointing downward toward the backs of her thighs.
He tugged her ass cheeks open grossly with his left hand. He spit on his right palm and smeared the saliva on his cock.
He was lubricating his cock not to make the buggery less painful for his wife. That thought never occurred to him.
He was lubricating his cock only so the ride up her poop-chute would be more comfortable for him.
He put extra spittle on the head of his cock - where he knew the slippery substance was most essential.
He then spit fresh spit onto the tip of his middle finger. He placed the tip of that finger directly on her anus.
He massaged her throbbing bung hole with a slow circular motion. He then pushed his finger inside her asshole.
Oddly, Melinda found herself thinking of Raoul, the handsome tennis instructor, who had fucked her two days before.
She remembered how he had shoved his finger up her ass and wiggled it, and how much she enjoyed that.
She could feel Christopher ramming the entire length of his longest finger up her bung with a single flick of his wrist.
Melinda's smooth cheeks puffed out.
Her lips blustered.
Her eyes clamped shut.
She felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her lungs as he pushed his finger up past her sphincter muscle.
Christopher had never even gotten this far with Melinda during the years they lived with one another.
Her asshole had always been strictly taboo in their relationship - and for this she was going to pay.
He could feel her tight, puckered asshole throbbing intensely around the third knuckle of his middle finger.
He wiggled the tip of that digit around inside her colon for a long time before pulling the finger all the way out.
He pushed the finger under Melinda's nose so that she was forced to sniff the scent of her inner bowels.
"SO YOU THINK YOUR ASS DON'T STINK! HERE! SMELL THIS! TELL ME YOU SMELL LIKE ROSES!" he screamed.
Melinda's nostrils flared as she sniffed the finger that had just been up her horny yet frightened bung hole.
The scent was rich and thick and somewhat intoxicating. Melinda found that she didn't mind the smell very much.
He pulled his finger away from her nose and made a fist around the base of his incredible erection.
He guided the blunt tip of his purple dong into the cleavage between Melinda's grossly parted ass cheeks.
Christopher was forced to bend at the knees so he could get his loins at the proper level to fuck her.
He ran the tip of his dick slowly up and down the crack of her ass and Melinda began to shiver violently.
She was shivering partly out of terror, for she felt he was going to bust her open inside her hot bowels.
But she was also shivering partly in anticipation as she felt a focal point of her anal desire forming.
He could tell that she was shivering particularly hard each time his cock actually touched her hot asshole.
He stopped moving his dick.
Christopher tensed his ass cheeks and began to press forward with his lower torso. Melinda could feel her asshole opening to take his glands.
She stretched further than she ever would have thought possible. She could feel the head of his dick popping into her horny colon.
Her tits hurt like hell from the bondage and she could feel Candy pressing against her inner thighs. Melinda could feel her cunt getting wet - in spite of herself.
Melinda could tell that Christopher was going to push all ten inches up inside her butt. He pushed harder and the pain became incredible.
Then the pain began to fade and Melinda could feel the pleasure beginning. She could feel her tissues tearing. She could feel her bowels bleeding.
It took a long time before Melinda could feel her ravaged nether eye gripping Christopher's awesome tool of masculinity at the very hilt.
"You are going to kill me. Deeper. You are reaming me so deep. So fucking deep," Melinda said. Christopher laughed as he realized she was getting off on it. She was getting off on the pain. She was getting off on the pleasure. The deep violation of her inner bowels was sending wild shivers up and down her back.
He could feel her colon muscles working to suck his cock deeper up her butt He could feel the warm blood from her wounds bathing his urgently erect boner.
Christopher began to fuck very slowly this time. He wanted to make the precious moment last. He wanted to thoroughly degrade and humiliate his wife! He knew that her degradation would be enhanced if he could rape her up the ass AND make her come in the process.
Christopher pulled his cock out of Melinda's asshole very slowly. She could feel the puckered tissue at her rectum being pulled outward along with the shaft of his cock.
There was a moment or two there - a frightening moment or two - when Melinda feared Christopher's cock would tear her asshole right out of the cleavage between her ass cheeks.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of Melinda's ass. He left just enough cock meat up her bung hole to keep her anus from slamming shut.
Christopher pushed back inside again, and Melinda could hear herself making a low gurgling noise in the back of her throat. It was a gurgling noise of pleasure.
Anal pleasure.
Christopher began to fuck in and out, in and out, driving pleasure into Melinda's colon. Driving womanly joy into her smelliest core!
She whimpered.
He could see that there was blood on his cock once again - just as there had been after he popped his daughter's precious cherry.
Melinda moaned.
Christopher could see that the blood was gathering most thickly in a ring around the base of his cock. Some of the blood was already a brownish shade of red from exposure to the fresh air.
Christopher could see that the blonde hairs growing thickly around the base of his cock were stained from the blood of Candy's cunt and Melinda's ass.
Christopher held his beautiful ex-wife by the sides of the hips. He began to smack his sensuous lips together, wetly and obscenely.
"JUST ONE MORE FUCK CUNT! I HAVE BEEN PAYING YOU FOR A YEAR NOW AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANYTHING FOR MY FUCKING MONEY! NOW IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO PAY ME BACK, CUNT!!! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY ME BACK WITH YOUR ASSSS!"
Christopher began to fuck very hard and fast.
He drove the bliss right up Melinda's backbone.
Christopher could feel her bowels convulsing. He could feel her body shivering and jerking with orgasmic pleasure. Melinda's nipples were turning purple from the cruel ropes around her tits. Those feminine erections felt as if they were going to come popping right off the tips of her boobs at any moment.
She came.
Very hard!
But the come was unlike any other the woman had known. She would have thought that by the time she was thirty-five - okay, thirty-six - she would have felt everything there was to feel.
Not true. Melinda Cummings was orgasming in a brand new way. The come had nothing to do with her clitoris. It had nothing to do with her inner cunt.
The come was in her ass!
Christopher used mind-control to hold back his own orgasm. He wanted the brutal buggery of his wife's buns to last forever - for all eternity.
He was Baron Brutal!
He fucked her ass as hard as he could, pressing his blonde pubic patch flat against the top of the crack of Melinda's ass with each forward stab.
His balls pressed her cunt.
He impaled her with his dick, and she felt as if the man's cock were going to push up into her belly, and then into her gullet, if he fucked any deeper.
His willpower gave out.
He couldn't hold back and longer. He could feel his beautiful ex-wife's bowels gripping and tugging at his awesome dong. It was too much for him to take.
He had to let go.
He rammed his cock all the way inside. Her asshole made a loud farting noise as he forced air from the passageway. His cock began to jerk inside her. Her pussy juices were rolling down the insides of her thighs, getting in Candy's hair.
He shot his wad.
Melinda could feel the come spewing into her bleeding bowels. She could feel blood trickling out of her ravaged, stretched anus, into the base of her poontang.
She came again.
They came simultaneously and sang out together. They sang a duet in homage to the pleasure they shared. For a moment they were united again in matrimony, joined at the hips, sharing an orgasm.
Then it ended.
Only after the passion was through and reality filtered back down into Melinda's fragile stream-of-consciousness did she recall her troubles.
Her dread returned.
Melinda knew that she was probably not going to survive the day. Worse than that, her daughter was probably not going to live for much longer either.
Melinda had had such dreams for Candy.
Not they were kaput. She had made her fatal mistake the day she agreed to marry Christopher. Her second biggest mistake came when she agreed to start a family. She should have known that Christopher was not stable enough to handle the responsibility. But she didn't.
Christopher slowly pulled his bloody cock all the way out of Melinda's ass. The tip drooped between his legs. Blood dripped from his piss hole. PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! onto the wooden floor at his feet.
Though the early morning sun was up the basement was dimly illuminated. The lights were off. The only windows were very small and close to the ceiling.
Candy could be heard sobbing. Melinda's moans turned to moans of despair and Christopher lustfully wiped off his cock on a rag so he could get to the next step in the torture session.
"Enough of the expensive equipment!" Christopher said. "I think I am going to torture you now with a simple household item! A kitchen chair, perhaps!"
With that he ran up the stairs eagerly. His cock wagged visibly beneath his buttocks from behind as Candy and Melinda watched him disappear. In spite of the fact that they were momentarily alone with one another, the mother and daughter did not speak a word. They silently awaited Christopher's return.
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He returned with the promised kitchen chair. He quickly untied the many knots that held Melinda and Candy together. He pounded four iron stakes into the wood floor using a small sledge hammer, Melinda and Candy could not walk. Their muscles had stiffened to the point of being unusable with the many bizarre positions they had been bound in already. They could only wonder what was going to come next.
They were numb with fear. They had both slipped off into a dreamworld that was disattached from the rest of their lives - disattached from reality itself.
Christopher looked at the chair with a grin.
"Okay, cunt. Get on your back and stretch your arms and legs out toward the stakes," Christopher said to Melinda. She looked at him with both fear and hate.
There was also a puffiness around her mouth that suggested a masochistic sensuality. She felt as if she were being trained to be a sex slave by her new sex master.
Melinda began to feel as if she were intended to be a sexual submissive all along. She had been discontented. Drifting from man to man.
Melinda wondered if she had finally found her sexual niche.
She did as she was told. As she had anticipated, her wrists were bound to the stakes over her head while her ankles were bound apart to the stakes near her feet.
Bars of metal that resembled croquet wickets were used to hold the woman's upper arms down to the floor. Melinda could not move a muscle. She was bound stringently. She could only move her head from side to side. She could lift the back of her head off of the floor a couple of inches but this took a great deal of energy.
"Okay, little cunt, you come over here and sit on the kitchen chair," Christopher said. Candy couldn't understand why her father had forgotten her name. He hadn't used it once. She wondered if he was so crazy that her name - which, after all, - he had chosen, had completely slipped his mind.
Candy tried to stand up and walk to the chair but found that this was impossible. Her feet were asleep and her knees didn't want to support the weight of her body.
Candy's cunt was very sore. There was dried blood on her inner thighs from the brutal cherry-popping she had received from her old man earlier.
She could not close her knees - even if she wanted to. The idea of crossing her legs at that moment would have struck Candy as ridiculous.
Candy felt as if she were going to be forced to walk bow-legged for the rest of her life - and there was no telling how long that was going to be.
Candy was forced to crawl on her hands and knees to the kitchen chair. She could see that her father was not going to help her. She had to huff and puff and pull herself into a sitting position.
Christopher quickly tied Candy's ankles to the front legs of the chair. He tied her arms behind her back both together and to the chair.
He then lifted the little girl and the chair at the same time. He allowed the girl to hover directly over the woman who was bound on her back to the floor.
"NO! DON'T DO IT!" Melinda screamed.
But it was too late.
Christopher dropped the chair.
The hind legs of the chair landed directly on Melinda's nipples, crushing her tits brutally, while the front legs dug agonizingly deep into her soft underbelly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christopher was very pleased with himself. He liked the way Melinda's face looked as her nipples were savagely crushed beneath her own daughter's weight.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs. She cried bitterly and began to gag with her pain. Candy wept quietly and tried to remain still. Candy figured that she would only hurt her mother more than she was already if she wiggled about in the chair.
Christopher left the chair on top of the woman until it looked like she was about to pass out with the agony. Melinda's facial features contorted so wildly that she looked grotesque. Her face was beyond red. It was turning purple with her acutely intense discomfort.
Christopher then removed the chair and the little girl from the woman. Melinda's tits remained squashed flat for a long time even after the chair was removed. Finally they popped back up, the nipples all black and blue from the woman's internal bleeding. There were also going to be deep bruises above and to the sides of Melinda's mound, on her soft, flat, womanly loins.
Christopher left Candy bound to the chair for the time being. Candy had to pee very badly, but she didn't have the courage to tell her father about it.
So the diminutive blonde pissed right there, the hot urine gathering in a puddle on the wooden chair along the insides of her slender thighs and under her tiny ass.
Christopher would not notice this until later. He had his eyes on his ex-wife. He removed the ropes and wickets that held Melinda to the floor. He lifted her to a sitting position by her hair.
Christopher slapped Melinda across the face a couple of times - just for the hell of it. Melinda was only vaguely aware of the blows. Her head tossed back and forth, but her eyes registered no pain. Her eyes were once again failing to blink. The beautiful strawberry blonde looked more than ever like a zombie.
He then left her lying there in a heap on the floor. Her hair was badly mussed, clinging to the tear stains across her cheeks and to the sweat on her furrowed forehead.
Christopher found another piece of equipment he had bought. A breast clamp. It was like the stockades of old, only designed to hold a woman in place by biting down on her tits rather than her wrists. It was like a yoke.
Christopher wheeled the device to Melinda's side with its massive jaws open. Melinda could tell by looking at it what it was for. First her tits had been crushed flat, now they were going to be crushed outward. She looked at the jaws of the torture device and she feared that the damn thing would cut her tits right off.
Melinda was pulled by her arms to a standing position in front of the breast clamp. Christopher could see that she wasn't going to be able to stand up on her own.
So he used a leather strap to bind the woman's slender waist to the device. Her tits rested on the lower half of the clamps savage jaws. All Christopher had to do was lower the upper half and lock it shut and Melinda would feel the pain of those teeth biting into her brain as well as her tits. Christopher did not close those jaws right away. He let Melinda think about what was going to happen for a moment or two.
"Think about the pain you are about to feel," Christopher said.
Melinda's face lost its fear and now showed only surrender.
Christopher slammed the top half of the device closed as hard as he could and clamped it into place. Melinda's head snapped back and she let out a sickening cry of agony.
Candy lowered her head between her knees and vomited on her toes. Christopher looked at his wretching daughter and laughed at her. He laughed at her and told her she was a pig slut!
Melinda could feel her nipples once again bulging outward. She wouldn't have thought that was possibly only moments before when her nipples were crushed flat by the chair and her daughter's weight.
Melinda closed her eyes so tightly that the lids were wrinkled.
Her mouth was open. Christopher waited until Candy was through barfing on the floor. He could see that she had pissed all over the chair. He thought this was very funny. He placed the palms of his hands flat on his belly and began to laugh hysterically. He laughed until there were tears in his eyes.
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Christopher then untied her from her chair and pulled on her arms so tightly that she thought her shoulders were to be yanked from their sockets.
Christopher threw her onto the floor hard, making her cry out, her light blonde hair - now drenched with sweat - falling in her pretty face.
Christopher ordered the little girl up onto her knees. She did as she was told, with a great deal of difficulty. She was in physical and mental distress. She felt as if she were going to go permanently mad if this abuse continued for much longer. She feared that her Daddy was warping her for life. She already had violence and affection muddled in her mind. Now violence and affection were all but indistinguishable in Candy Cummings' reeling brain.
"I want you to walk on your knees over to your Mommy and lick and suck her nipples, cunt. Lick and suck them just as when you were a babe. You were probably even a slut when you were two, you two-headed whore!"
Candy was confused. Didn't her Daddy know that he had popped her cherry only minutes before. She figured that his attention span and his short term memory were nearly gone with his insanity.
But she did as she was told.
Candy moved so that her face was directly in front of her dear mother's abused bosom. Candy parted her lips.
The diminutive blonde stuck her pink, wet tongue out of her mouth as far as she could possibly get it.
Candy wanted to use her tongue to sooth her Mommy's ravaged tits. She wanted to give Mommy pleasure.
Candy concentrated on making her taster as pointy as possible at the tip. She touched Mommy's left nipple.
Candy touched that feminine erection as lightly as she could. She pulled away almost immediately.
Candy wasn't sure how much sensitivity Mommy had left in her nipples. For all she knew the tits were numb.
But, the diminutive teenager discovered, this was not the case. Mommy's nipples were very sensitive.
They were hypersensitive. Even that subtlest of caresses made Melinda Cummings moan softly with pleasure.
Candy placed her tongue back on the sore nipple and this time rolled it lazily all over the bruised rosebud.
Candy used the sides of her tongue to do this. She covered the nipple with her slippery saliva.
Candy flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across her Mommy's hardening nipple.
The sexual stimulation was doing something for that nipple that no intense torture could do. It was making the feminine erection grow and tingle at the same time.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," Melinda said, pressing her lips together for a moment. Candy took the nipple inside her mouth.
Candy began to suck the nipple. She sucked lightly at first - hollowing her milky white cheeks only slightly.
Candy drew at the bruised rosebud with a controlled vacuum inside her hot, wet oral cavity. Candy could feel an ache in her cunt.
And it was not an ache of discomfort - such as the one she had felt ever since Daddy popped her cherry.
No, this was an ache of lust. Melinda and Candy were feeling lesbian urges. They were feeling incestuous urges.
Both of these feelings were brand new to the woman and the little girl. But they were not shocked by them.
After the torment and terror they had suffered since they woke up early that morning, this simple shared pleasure was innocent and sweet in comparison.
Candy gained boldness as she proceeded and sucked harder than before. She felt the flesh taut against her lips. She half expected milk to come from the nipple.
Candy licked and sucked at both of the nipples for a long time. Both Melinda and Candy wished that Christopher would want to see more of them caressing one another.
Christopher bored of this activity quickly however. He could see that the two were enjoying it, and that would never do. He did not want them to get any kicks out of the torture - not unless it was at the tip of his dong!
He pulled Candy away from her mother's tits, where she was still eagerly sucking and licking at the same time.
He removed the jaws from Melinda's tits and allowed the woman to slump back down onto the floor. Melinda fell in a heap the second the leather strap was removed from her waist.
Christopher once again tied Candy to the kitchen chair. He slapped Melinda hard so that she fell onto her back on the floor. Melinda was only partly conscious. She was only partly alive, in body and soul. Her breathing was shallow. Christopher could tell that she didn't need to be bound. She was unable to make an escape attempt. Shit, she was unable to speak.
Christopher's eyes lit up as a brilliant idea struck him. He went to his black leather bag and found a long thick, sharp golden needle.
He waited patiently. He had to piss so he took a leak on top of Candy's head. She wept quietly as the urine fell down over her face. She closed her eyes tightly so none of that burning fluid would get in her baby blue eyes.
Christopher finally lost patience with his ex-wife. He went upstairs and filled a bucket with icy cold water. He actually put ice cubes from the freezer in the bucket so it would be especially cold. He then returned to the basement and poured the water over Melinda's head. Her eyes fluttered and then opened. She sputtered as much of the water got inside her mouth surprisingly.
Christopher stood over her with his hands on his hips. His feet were a little more than shoulder width apart. His knees were slightly bent. His chin was tilted upward proudly. His chest was puffed out and his stomach was sucked in until it was slightly hollowed. He stood with his loins slightly in front of the rest of his body.
"I am glad you have woken up, because now I am going to administer the most painful punishment of all!" Christopher said with intrinsically sadistic glee in his deep, baritone voice.
"Wh-wh-what?" Melinda stammered.
"I am going to pierce your cunt lips with this needle and attach a weight to them. You will be forced to bear the weight of your putrid sex!" Christopher said.
"No," Melinda said. But her voice was weak - only barely audible. Christopher laughed loudly and pulled the woman's legs open so her could get at her cunt lips. He decided to pierce the labia one at a time, because it would be easier, and because it would make the agony last longer.
Candy tried to close her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch - but once again she found that some sort of strange morbid curiosity was keeping her eyelids pried open - as effectively as toothpicks.
Melinda tried to squirm away from her crazed husband but discovered her muscles did not want to do what her brain was telling her to. She tried to get up and only managed to pathetically rock back and forth, shifting her weight a little from one ass cheeks to the other and then back again. But even this slight movement earned her a tweak to her ravaged right nipple that brought fresh tears to her emerald green eyes.
Christopher got right down to work. He grabbed Melinda's left outer cunt lips with his left thumb and forefinger. He stretched the mucous membranes outward, away from her crotch cruelly. She breathed very shallowly at that point. Her whimpers were high in pitch. She squeaked at times so shrilly that only a dog that might have been wondering around the neighborhood could have heard her properly.
He held the needle in his right fist. He held it so tightly for a moment that all of his knuckles turned white.
He ran the tip of the needle up and down the stretched cunt lip. Once again he made the woman wait for her agony.
She could only lift her head and wait with wide eyes to see the mutilation of her own pink poontang.
Melinda could feel the room spinning. She felt as if she had drifted into a parallel universe or something.
The basement was the same basement she had lived with for over a year - yet now it was different.
She knew that even if she survived this maniacal attack, which was doubtful, she would never be able to enter that basement again. It was no longer just a cellar.
It was a dungeon.
A torture chamber.
A room of agony.
Then Christopher flicked his strong wrist and drove the sharp tip of the needle right into Melinda's cunt flesh. In spite of her mental and physical fatigue she let out a sharp cry of pain and she could instantly feel herself becoming drenched with cold sweat.
He pushed with a smooth pressure. He could have pushed the needle all the way through at once with a single stab - but he chose not to. He chose to make the pain linger. Melinda could see the skin pushing outward on the other side of her outer cunt lip. All of her muscles tensed but she could still not move. She felt her loins jerking upward toward the ceiling of the torture chamber - but these movements were completely involuntary.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the strawberry blonde, the needle did poke through the other side. Her cunt lip was pierced, yet the pain lingered on. Christopher kept pushing until the flap of vaginal tissue was covering the center of the needle. He then worked the needle back and forth. He wanted to make sure that the hole would not close up on him after he removed the needle. He worked the needle back and forth vigorously. He then removed it and repeated the process with the other cunt lip.
He forced her to kneel. There was blood trickling down her inner thighs from the wounds he had opened. He worked a wire through both holes and to the wire attached a ball weight. Her cunt lips were stretched downward toward the floor by the weight. She was forced to keep her knees far apart on the floor. She could feel her facial features twitching as she contorted with her unbelievable agony.
"Now it's your turn," Christopher said to Candy.
Candy nearly fainted when she heard him say that. She sat on the chair trembling, feeling like she was going to throw up or piss or both at any second.
Christopher picked the bloody needle up off the floor and walked over to his daughter. He grabbed both of her cunt lips at the same time with his thumb and forefinger. He pulled them out. He did not torture Candy as deliberately as he had Melinda. He pinched her cunt lips together and rammed the needle through both of them at the same time with a single flick of his super-strong wrist. Candy began to gag but she could not puke. Her stomach was completely empty. There wasn't even any bile left in her belly. She bucked with the dry heaves as her father worked the needle back and forth through the holes he had opened in her cunt. Christopher left the needle inside her pussy as he went to the other side of the basement and found another weight. This weight was oblong and had spikes all over it. He quickly strung a wire through Candy's cunt and attached it to the weight. The spikes dug into her thighs. He then removed the ropes that held Candy to the chair and forced her to kneel beside her mother.
Just as he had done with to the girls he had picked up near the cornfield, he was going to make his ex-wife and his daughter pleasure his cock and balls at the same time. Naturally, he kept his loaded revolver handy just in case one of them got the crazy idea that they wanted to bite his dick off.
"You lick my balls and you suck me," Christopher said, speaking first to his daughter. Candy parted her lips and stretched her neck to place her tongue tip directly on her father's scrotal sack. Melinda's hands were free and she managed to reach up and make a fist around his erect dick stalk as she began to roll her tongue sensuously over the smooth, stretched skin on his swollen, purple glands. Melinda flicked her tongue back and forth across the swollen lips astride Christopher's piss hole. She relaxed her face as much as she could and managed to open her mouth far enough to take his cock head inside.
Candy thought it felt strange to have her tongue on Daddy's balls like this. She could see that his balls were even bigger than Billy's - and that was saying something, as far as the inexperienced little two-head was concerned. She used her tongue tip to lift his balls one at a time. She lowered them gently after each upward lick, making sure that she took no risk of hurting her muscular father's swollen glands of masculinity. She assumed correctly that she would be in deep trouble if Christopher felt any pain in his nuts because she was licking him there too hard. Candy could hear her mother making wet sloppy noises with her mouth as she sucked at Christopher's cock as hard as she could. Melinda remembered having a lot of trouble getting Christopher's cock inside her mouth even when they were happy together and felt refreshed and rested. It was almost impossible to keep her mouth open that far when every muscle in her body was aching from fatigue.
Candy could feel the pain in her cunt numbing. The weight was there but the pain was gone. She could feel the pressure, but the agony had passed.
Candy began to lick at her father's balls with the flat part of her tongue. She kissed his balls wetly, sucking at the wrinkled skin and the swollen glands a little bit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Billy Symms arrived at school that Friday morning he noticed right away that Candy was not there.
Naturally, the handsome football player wondered if she was really sick or just cutting school that day.
He feared that she was ill - because that would mean that they probably couldn't go out together that night.
Ever since the pretty little blonde had given him the blow job on their last date, he hadn't been able to sleep well.
He was off his food a bit as well - and that wasn't like him. He had a creepy feeling in his belly all the time.
Billy had been finding it difficult to think of anything but Candy Cummings. He thought of her little tits.
He thought of that precious face, that golden blonde hair - and those lips! My God, those fantastic lips.
Billy could feel himself going over the deep end. He couldn't get those lips out of his mind no matter how hard he tried.
As a matter of fact, the more the quarterback tried to keep his mind off of Candy, the more she lingered there.
He remembered everything that had happened in the back seat of that car as if it had happened minutes before.
He had a feeling that he was going to remember that blow job while parked up on Sex Hill for as long as he lived.
He remembered the slurping and sucking noises that Candy had made while his cock head was inside her mouth.
He remembered the cute way her tongue flicked back and forth across his piss hole as she looked at his prick.
Billy was in trouble. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He was a bit surprised with himself.
He had a reputation to maintain. He was supposed to be the high school's biggest and busiest playboy by far.
His buddies were going to tease the hell out of him if they found out he actually had feeling toward a girl.
Especially a virgin.
By the end of his first class that morning he couldn't take it any longer. He had to call her and find out if she was okay.
He used the phone booth at the far end of the school, near the gymnasium and the high school swimming pool.
He used this phone rather than the ones in the building's main lobby for reasons of better privacy.
The last thing the handsome boy wanted was to be overheard sweet talking a young girl on the phone during school.
All anyone would have to do was look at the list of absentees that day to figure out who he was talking to.
Billy began to go through his pockets in search of a dime. He did not find one for a very long time.
He had beads of sweat forming across his furrowed brow by the time he found two nickels in his back pocket.
The coins were in the same pocket as his wallet. He didn't know what they were doing there to save his life.
He NEVER put change in that pocket - but there they were. And he was glad of it. He had a class in four minutes.
There wasn't time to go around bumming change, and he didn't think he could survive another hour in the dark.
Billy found Candy's phone number in his wallet and rapidly dialed the number. He waited for the ring.
But there was no ring.
At first the handsome boy thought there must be something wrong with the phone. He tried once again.
No ring.
There was a dial tone and everything. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He called the operator.
"Operator."
"Hi, I am trying to get in touch with 696-9696 but I can't get the phone to ring and I've tried twice."
"Are you calling from a pay phone?"
"That's right."
"Please hold."
Billy whistled a nervous tune to himself while the operator rang the number for him.
His heart was pounding.
"That number is temporarily out of order, sir," the operator said, not caring one way or the other.
"What does that mean? Is it disconnected or what?" Billy said. His voice betrayed his anxiousness.
"No, sir. The phone is temporarily out of order, on that end, sir," the operator said, annoyed a bit.
"Thank you very much operator," Billy said dejectedly. He hung up the phone with his head dangling.
He didn't know what to do. He decided that he was going to go to his class. He would stick it out until noon.
Instead of taking lunch Billy would cut out and take a drive over to the Cummings house. It wasn't far away.
If Candy was home she would be home alone because Billy knew that Candy's mother was a working woman.
He knew she was an only child and he knew that her parents were separated. He would pay a visit. Maybe she was playing hooky.
If she was he decided he would skip out for the rest of the afternoon too. They could spend it together.
He figured maybe they could have the house all to themselves - even if it was for just a few short hours.
It was still better than the back seat of a car any day. With those muddled thoughts going through his head, Billy Symms headed for shop.
* * *
Christopher shot his creamy wad into Melinda's sucking mouth and she began to swallow it immediately.
The beautiful chestnut haired woman realized that she only had two choices. She could drink or she could drown.
She chose to drink.
She could feel the slippery stuff oozing its way down her sucking gullet down into her belly. It was the first food she had had in some time.
Christopher felt Candy sucking lightly at his balls, parting her sensuous, pouting lips further than before.
Melinda sucked his cock until his orgasm was through. She even licked his dick clean when she was finished.
Christopher pulled his dick and balls away from the orally-oriented pair and looked down at them.
He lifted Candy up in the air and sat her back down so she was sitting on Melinda's face and shoulders.
The cruel man tied Candy's arms behind her back. Melinda's face was pressed against Candy's abdomen.
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As Candy was lifted off the floor she could feel the spiked weight tugging at her cunt lips more harshly than before.
The spiked weight was resting directly on Melinda's tits. Christopher pushed and pulled his ex-wife's tits between the weight and Candy's cunt.
Then, to make the punishment particularly painful for Melinda, the man once again tied ropes to her nipples.
Melinda thought she was going to faint as he pinched and pulled at her feminine erections to attach the ropes.
Melinda didn't think that it was possible for nipples to be so sore, yet it had felt good when Candy sucked them.
Christopher pulled on the other ends of the ropes upward so that Melinda's huge tits were lifted high on her chest. He stringently tied the other ends of those thin ropes to Candy's forearms, close to her bent elbows.
This forced the woman's humungous boobs to press even harder against the spiked weight attached to her daughter's cunt.
Christopher looked at this bondage position for a moment. He was critical of it. He thought it was lacking something.
He decided that it would be better if they were bound so that one's face was right in the other's cunt.
He thought it would be fun to watch the mother and daughter giving each other oral pleasure to the pussy.
He thought it would be a fresh kick. Maybe one of them could even get the other to orgasm with her mouth.
There was no telling. Women were all sluts and fucked-up whores. There was no telling what would get them off.
He decided that the next position he bound them in would have Melinda eating out her daughter's sweet pussy. But, to do that, he was going to have to remove the weights from Candy's cunt. C'est la vie! He figured.
CHAPTER NINE
Billy Symms looked up at the clock every thirty seconds during auto shop that morning. He could not relax.
"Mr. Symms, do you have to be somewhere at the end of class or do you have to go to the bathroom?"
The question came from Billy's shop teacher, Mr. Drucker. Mr. Drucker was a mean guy with permanently dirty fingernails.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Drucker. I guess I am just worried about the big game tomorrow," Billy said with a grin.
This satisfied Mr. Drucker, who was a big football fan and never missed any of the home games on Saturday.
The class finally ended and Billy tried the phone one more time. It was still out of order. He went to English.
It was easier to sit through English than it was through shop, because he could stare down at his book.
His English teacher didn't expect him to pay attention. Billy spent the class staring at his watch's second hand. He was supposed to be learning about the poetry of Ezra Pound, which was a lot like learning Greek to Billy.
He thought about where he had parked his car so he could go directly to it when his English class was through.
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At that same time Raoul the tennis instructor was called off the court to answer a phone call in the clubhouse.
It was from Mrs. Rubenstein, a lady whom he gave lessons to three days a week in the late mornings.
Mrs. Rubenstein was fat and a pathetic tennis player, but she tipped well because she liked to look at his legs.
Mrs. Rubenstein said that she had to have an emergency session at the beauty parlor and wouldn't be able to make her appointment.
Raoul was a little irritated at first, but then realized that that meant he had the rest of the day off.
He thought about Melinda Cummings. She was the best piece of tail he had fucked in many a moon.
Raoul wondered if the beautiful strawberry blonde would mind if he stopped by unexpectedly in the afternoon.
He knew that she was off work on Fridays - although she had told him she sometimes worked during Friday evenings.
Raoul knew that her little girl would be off to school. He wondered if she would mind if he dropped by for a quick boff.
He tried calling her to see if it was okay but got nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
Since the dark tennis instructor didn't have anything better to do, he decided that he would risk it.
If she wasn't home she wasn't home - and if she was, well, maybe they could have the time of their lives.
Raoul had to go and tell the club manager that Mrs. Rubenstein was cancelling and that he was taking off for the weekend.
It would be no problem. He figured that if Mrs. Cummings wasn't in he would catch a matinee movie or something.
* * *
Christopher undid the bondage that held his daughter and wife together. He sat them side by side of the floor.
The sadistic man removed the weights from their pussy lips and looked around the basement for what he needed.
Then he saw it. It was a huge cone with a sharp tip, about three and a half feet off the floor.
He could sit Candy down on the tip of that cone so that it penetrated her ass so deeply she wouldn't fall off.
He lifted his lightweight little girl by her arm pits and carried her over to the cone. He sat her down gently.
At first the tip pushed between her cunt lips and he had to adjust her ass. He moved the tip to her rectum.
He then released his grip beneath her sweaty arms and the tip of the cone pushed right up into her colon.
The cone pushed her asshole open further and further as she lowered onto it. Her face contorted with pain.
Candy found that her pain lasted only a few seconds, and was followed by a numb throbbing in her ass.
"Okay, cunt," Christopher said to Melinda. "Kneel in front of her with your face in her crotch."
Melinda moved slowly but did as she was told as quickly as possible. Melinda liked the smell of Candy's pussy.
The second Candy realized that her mother was going to be forced to eat her cunt she felt her pussy swelling.
Candy's wrists were cuffed together behind her back. Her ankles were tied to Melinda's strong shoulders.
Candy's knees were open so that Melinda would have no trouble getting at her pussy with her curious tongue.
The same rope that attached Melinda's shoulders to Candy's ankles was used to hold her wrists together down by the small of her back.
Melinda could feel her tits pushing against either side of the wooden cone. Then Christopher did something Melinda had not expected.
It was something so horrible that Candy and Melinda could never have imagined it in a million years.
Christopher found a tool box in the corner of the basement and removed the hammer and two long, thick nails.
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He then calmly placed one of the nails against Melinda's left nipple, holding the other one in his teeth.
He pinned the nipple against the wooden cone with the pointy tip of the nail and began to hammer the head.
He drove the nail right through Melinda's nipple. He didn't stop pounding until the nail was deep into the wood.
Christopher then circled slowly to the other side of his ex-wife, removed the nail from his teeth and pounded the other nipple into place.
"EAT THAT CUNT WOMAN! LAP AT YOUR DAUGHTER'S PUSSY!" Christopher screamed. He went to his black leather bag.
He fetched a cruel whip, a whip designed not only to cause pain but to tear away at the vulnerable flesh.
He had Melinda sitting on her calves so that her ass was exposed. He began to whip her buttocks once again.
"I SAID EAT!"
Melinda ate.
Candy moaned.
Melinda placed the tip of her dry tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between Candy's stretched asshole and the base of her pussy.
Candy could feel the tongue flicking back and forth. Melinda licked up and down the outer edges of Candy's practically hairless vulva.
Candy had never felt a tongue on her cunt before, of course, and she was amazed at how good it felt. She could tell right away that it felt a lot better being licked down there than it did when she touched herself. It wasn't long before Candy forgot all about the pain in her ravaged ass.
Melinda tried not to think about the pain in her ass and her nipples and all over her body. She tried to thrust her personal discomfort into the back of her head.
She concentrated her attentions exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. Candy could feel her pussy tissues being soothed by her mother's tongue.
She no longer felt the pain from having her cherry-popped earlier. Melinda eagerly licked away the blood that had gathered at the base of Candy's cunt, long ago coagulated.
Melinda flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across the outer edges of Candy's inner cunt lips. She worked her tongue between those lips.
Melinda stuck her tongue out as far as she could and pushed the taster as far as she could get it into the little girl's wet poontang.
Candy could feel her mother's tongue touching the spot where her precious intact maidenhead had been when she woke up that fateful morning.
"Good, I want you to lick until you make her come!" Christopher said.
Melinda tried in vain to find Candy's cervix with her tongue tip.
"Enjoy your pleasure now, little cunt," Christopher said with a laugh.
Melinda wiggled her tongue around inside Candy's flaming red cunt hole.
"Because your time is running very short - for both of you!" Christopher said.
Candy could feel her mother start to lick directly at her love button.
* * *
Melinda placed the tip of her taster on Candy's little man in the boat and the tiny blonde moaned with pleasure.
Candy had heard what her father had said about her time running short. She turned into an existentialist.
Candy began to live solely for the moment - giving no thought whatsoever to her past. Giving no thought at all to her possibly non-existent future.
Melinda wiggled her tongue tip around on top of Candy's clit. She rolled that fiery ball in a slow circle.
Candy could feel the pressure - the sexual and incestuous pressure - growing in her flat loins.
Candy could feel a heat in her inner thighs. She could tell that the skin on her thighs was beet red.
Candy could feel her natural lubrication flowing freely. Her Mommy was drinking up that sweet cunt juice.
Then Melinda began to lick at the entire length of Candy's cunt with the flat part of her eager tongue.
She once again paid exclusive attention to the little girl's clit. Candy began to moan loudly with her joy.
The little girl could feel her lips pulling back tightly over her teeth as her sexual arousal mounted.
The diminutive blonde could feel her clit growing bigger than it had ever grown before in her entire life!
Candy felt as if her little man in the boat were going to burst from the pressure of her horniness.
Candy felt her Mommy pressing hard against the fiery bulb, then flicking back and forth intensely.
Candy threw back her head, working the come deeper up her ass in the process, and her mouth fell wide open.
Candy's mouth began to flop in and out of her mouth wildly, as if she were about to have some sort of seizure.
Candy looked and sounded as if she were suffering through an epileptic fit as she burst into intense climax.
Melinda could feel a little squirt of fluid shooting from Candy's urethra, and at first thought this was pee.
Then some of that fluid got on Mommy's licking tongue. It tasted sweet. It certainly was not urine.
Melinda realized that the fluid was a sexual secretion. It was Candy's feminine ejaculation. She loved it.
The little squirt was proof to the strawberry blonde that the little girl's amazing orgasm was genuine.
Candy thought the come was going to go on forever. Wave after wave of joy ran up and down her spine.
Melinda licked at Candy's clit with the flat part of her tongue, pushing it up toward the clitoral foreskin with each quick and sensuous stroke.
Candy could feel the bright sparks of light shooting through her brain. She could see the sparks on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids.
Candy was making such a fuss with her orgasmic seizure that Christopher would not have been surprised if foam had come pouring from her mouth - or from her cunt for that matter.
Christopher whipped the savage whip across Melinda's back a couple of times just for the hell of it.
He was getting tired.
All of this torturing was taking a toll on the sadist as well as his victims. He felt like he needed a rest.
Just when Candy felt her orgasmic convulsions were bound to diminish in intensity, Melinda did something her daughter hadn't counted on.
Melinda wrapped her lips around the love button and its surrounding tissue. She began to suck. Candy could feel the bulb being tugged at the root.
She thought she was going to pass out from the pleasure - just as she had thought she was going to pass out from pain so many times since her father had returned.
Melinda licked and sucked at Candy's clit until the girl's come was over. Candy's muscles relaxed and she once again felt the pain in her ass once her orgasmic joy was complete.
Melinda pulled her mouth and tongue away from Candy's cunt the second the little girl stopped coming.
Melinda could tell that her lower lip and chin were all wet and slippery with her daughter's delicious cunt juice.
"I thought I was going to off you now, but I guess I won't. I need a nap. I have been on the road for days," Christopher said, placing a hand on his forehead.
Fatigue was mellowing the sadist a bit. He decided that he would bind the woman and the little girl together again and then go upstairs and fall out on one of the beds.
He found two slave collars in his leather bag. He undid the bondage that was currently in effect and lifted Candy off the wooden cone. He had to use the back of the hammer to pull out the nails that held Melinda's nipples in place.
He attached the slave collars to their necks. He pushed Candy into a kneeling position. Melinda stood behind her on weak legs. They were facing the same direction.
A chain from Melinda's collar ran down between her huge tits to the back of Candy's collar. Another chain went from Candy's neck around Melinda's waist, holding her in the standing position even if her knees stopped supporting the weight of her body.
Christopher then gathered up his clothes and headed upstairs. He went to the refrigerator and made himself a sandwich, which he devoured in three bites. Christopher found a bottle of expensive whiskey and took a healthy swallow out of it. He then found his ex-wife's bed.
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Christopher tossed his clothes at the foot of the bed and collapsed naked onto it. In seconds he was fast asleep.
Once again, though Candy and Melinda were left alone, they chose not to speak to one another. Both were too busy trying not to think about their pain. They had given up thinking of schemes to escape long before. They were filled with the empty gloom of hopelessness and despair. They achieved a clearness of thought that comes only with unadulterated fatigue and surrender.
Even though they were bound together in this way, both Melinda and Candy drifted off into an odd physical contentment and mental stability that approached sleep.
* * *
Billy Symms pulled up in front of Candy Cummings' house slowly in his car. He winced. His face was filled with disappointment.
The old lady's car was still in the driveway. She hadn't gone to work. Maybe she didn't even work on Friday's, Billy figured. Maybe she had stayed home to take care of her sick daughter.
Billy was almost ready to drive away when he noticed a suspicious dark man standing next to his car on the other side of the street, looking at the house. The dark man looked as if he were casing the joint.
Billy parked his car unknowingly right behind Christopher's and got out. He walked up to the dark man with a stern expression on his face.
"What do you think you are doing?" Billy asked.
"What business is it of yours?" Raoul said, sounding indignant.
"I happen to be a friend of the family," Billy said quickly.
"You must be friends with Melinda's daughter. What is her name?"
"Candy."
"That's right. How could I forget. Hi, my name is Raoul."
"Pleased to meetcha. You still haven't told me who you are."
"I'm sort of Mrs. Cummings' boyfriend, I guess," Raoul said. He didn't sound certain.
Billy thought that Raoul was a little young for that - but what Mrs. Cummings did was her own business.
"Yeah, okay," Billy said. "That doesn't explain why you are out here spying on the house."
"I wasn't spying. I'm trying to get the courage up to go to the door," Raoul said. "I am Mrs. Cummings' tennis instructor you see and I wasn't sure if she wanted me to visit her here. I tried to call but-"
"But the phone was out of order," Billy said, completing the tennis instructor's sentence for him.
"That's right."
"I know. It seems fishy. That's Mrs. Cummings' car in the driveway. It doesn't look like anyone is home."
"Where would she be?"
"Candy didn't show up for school today and we had a tentative date," Billy said.
"What do you say we go up there?"
"I don't need you for any fucking courage," Billy said. "But, yeah, let's go up to the door together."
They strode boldly side by side up to the front door and rang the doorbell. No answer. They rang again.
No answer.
Billy opened the screen door and pounded on the door. Nothing. They looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"Why would a mother and daughter disappear without the car on the same morning the phone is out of order?" Billy asked.
