Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In SHACKLED STEPDAUGHTER, Cindy Stevens finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her stepfather, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Cindy Stevens suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Shaddup, you little slut!"
Cindy Stevens shrank back, one hand covering her face protectively as her stepfather blocked any escape attempt through the bedroom doorway. He was swaying from side to side, holding a half-empty can of beer in one hand. Stray strands of his greasy black hair hung over one eye. Sweat dampened his stained white cotton t-shirt.
It was happening all over again-the suggestive approach, that awful way he looked at her when he had too much to drink!
If only mother were here to stop this! she thought.
"Daddy, please, don't...."
"I'm not your fuckin' daddy," the big trucker said angrily, sweeping one hand in front of his face.
"But...."
"I been watchin' you," he said, his voice becoming softer and yet more threatening.
A sick smile crossed his thick lips while spittle flecked his lips and chin. There was an odd leer on his face. Cindy's heart began to beat quickly as she backed away from the big man, finally feeling the backs of her legs touching the edge of her bed.
"You like to fuck, don't you?" He was smiling broadly at her, his lips parting to reveal his crooked, nicotine-stained teeth.
"No, that's not true!"
"Aw, man," Max said, tilting back his head and gulping down the rest of the beer with one swallow. He crushed the can and tossed it at her feet. "Girls your age are always fuckin'--spreadin' your legs for some dude to come up and climb in your cunt, right?"
"No, no-that's not true ... , " Cindy cried, shaking her head from side to side.
Hot tears of shame rolled down her flushed cheeks. How could he be saying something like that about her? Max knew she always stayed at home, tried to help her mother, tried to understand why her mother had married someone like him.
"Well, if you ain't done that kinda thing, you're gonna do it now," he said, swaying a little more, then bracing himself against the doorway.
Cindy's eyes widened. He was scratching his crotch, curling his dirty fingers and rubbing them against the tube-like bulge growing down his left pant leg. It was his cock! He was going to rape her-rape her right there in her own bedroom!
"Oh no, no, NO!"
She turned, saw her terrified expression in the full-length mirror next to her. Max was leering at her, pitching forward, one arm stretched in front of him, his fingers pointing to her.
"I'll tell-I'll...."
Max growled out something as Cindy tried to run around him. She felt his fingers gripping her wrist, spinning her around and nearly knocking her to the floor. Her long blonde hair fell over her face while her legs twisted around one another.
"Little bitch. I'll teach you to trot that ass around the house here in front of me," he panted, sweat running down his face.
"No-I didn't mean anything! Please, Max-please let me go!"
The terrified teenager wished she could sink out of sight, disappear, die rather than give into him She knew he had been wanting something like this for a long time-especially since trouble had developed between her mother and him during the last year.
She had heard the arguments, the fights where her mother accused Max of every kind of perversion imaginable. Divorce seemed to be just around the corner. And then, strangely, her mother had become quiet, bowing her head whenever he entered the room. Her hands would tremble, her face would go white, and she wouldn't say a word.
"No, no, let me go!"
"Shaddup, bitch!"
With that, Max raised one hand high over his head, suspended it there for a moment, then brought it down in a broad arc. Cindy peered through the hair curtaining her face, saw his paw-like hand descending and started to scream. Her wail was cut short by the force of the blow.
"Unghhhh!"
Her head snapped to the right, her hair splashing over her face and throat. Her body spun halfway around, bright lights popping behind her eyes. For awhile, she thought she was going to faint. The force of that violent blow across her cheeks made her teeth rattle and her head throb.
"Now you listen to me, bitch. You ain't w gonna say nothin' that's gonna get them fuckin' nosy neighbors up here, understand?"
"Oh no, no-I don't understand. Just leave me alone, just-"
Cindy's terror increased. She saw a moment of indecision in Max's brown eyes. Maybe he was trying to decide whether or not fucking her was worth possible exposure. Would something like that be the final blow to her mother's pride-the thing that would finally drive them apart? Again, Cindy wondered why on earth her mother had married this animal.
"On the bed, slut."
When she hesitated, Max rubbed his hand up and down the side of her face.
"I could crush your fuckin' skull, know that? I could crush it like an eggshell ... and there'd be brains all over the place."
His breath smelled awful. It was like sticking her nose into an old beer vat. And now he was rubbing his belly and crotch obscenely against her body. She could feel his rock-hard cock between his legs as he shoved her back against the edge of the bed.
"But you're such a pretty little cunt," he whispered, drawing closer to her.
Cindy shuddered with revulsion when she felt his breath against the side of her neck. His hands were smoothing over her sides now, kneading her flesh into little knots, rubbing over her shorts, then moving up to her halter.
"Oh no...."
Max stiffened, pulling away from her and staring down at her.
"Not good enough for you, am I? Not like those pimply-faced shits pickin' you up in the morning for school, huh?"
He was working himself up. She could feel him breathing faster, see his pupils dilating and his nostrils flaring with hatred.
"No, no! That's not true. Please, Max, don't! don't believe something like that. It's just that-that I never did something like this before and-"
"Don't lie to me!" he snapped.
Max moved his fingers through her hair, then curled them and grabbed a fistful of the blonde strands. He jerked her face close to his, panting his smelly breath into her nostrils.
Cindy could have cried with horror, instead, she waited for his next move. The pain in her scalp was awful.
"Please, don't...."
"Down on the bed, bitch, DOWN!"
He was pulling Cindy around by the hair. She doubled over, her fingernails digging into her palms as she sobbed with pain and terror. Then she felt herself pitching backward as he shoved her back. With a groan, she found herself lying back on the bed, one leg folded over the other. Max was crossing his arms, pulling off his t-shirt, revealing his hairy, bloated belly. She felt her stomach buck, then turn over.
"Good little slut-good bitch," he muttered, unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down after having stripped off his undershirt.
Cindy watched as his muscular thighs came into view. He was wearing a pair of stained jockey shorts. But she could see clearly the outline of his cock-saw it pressing hard against his piss-flap.
Cindy knew what was between a man's legs and its purpose even though she had never been to bed with a man yet. There had been plenty of discussions in sexeducation class. And of course, she and some of her girlfriends had giggled about cocks in the school Johns. At times, when on a date, she had wanted to experiment-feel if fucking was as good as some people said it was.
But then she thought about getting pregnant-about the boy talking and ruining her reputation, and she stopped any thoughts about fucking. Now she saw her stepfather was going to fuck her without any thought of her reputation.
"No!"
She sobbed, her back pressed against the headboard, her fists clenched and shoved hard against the mattress.
"No what? You want to be fucked bad, baby. I could practically smell your cunt the night before trottin' around my chair. Man, you're hot, really hot-ready for a good cockrammin'. And I'm the one to do it. Just ask your old lady. That's why the fuck she married me in the first place." He stepped out of his dirty trousers and kicked them to one side.
"No, no, that's not true ... That's-"
"She's cock-hungry, baby-a cock-hungry bitch. She can't get enough of my prick. Can't get enough cock period!"
Max was approaching the bed, his knees nearly touching the mattress now. Cindy felt dirty just hearing those awful things he was saying about her mother. That couldn't be true. Someone as good and kind as her mother couldn't be that awful kind of person he was describing. She wanted to scratch out his eyes for telling lies like that just to justify what he was going to do to her.
"And now I'm gonna find out if her daughter's the same fuckin' way ... if she's got a cunt that's gonna suck on my cock!"
A cold draft tightened Cindy's moist scalp. As Max knelt on the edge of her bed, the hot smell of his crotch washed over her. Her own sweat trickled out from under her arms and spilled down her forehead. She heard the bed groaning with their weight. Desperately, she searched for some path of escape.
She saw her dresser lined with all the perfume bottles her mother had bought her, the stuffed teddy bear her father-her real father-had given her when she was two. All those innocent things were there, helpless to prevent her horrible rape. "Oh ... no!"
He was raising his right hand high above her head once more. The watch on his wrist glistened under the bright light in the bedroom. Then his arm came down, cutting the shadows. She screamed loudly once more. His hand came down hard on her jaw, striking her hard enough to daze her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down onto the bed, then began pawing her tits.
"Oh, oh, oh...."
Max was squeezing her resilient flesh, struggling with the halter snap behind her. Then she heard a tearing sound and knew he was stripping her. It's useless to struggle now, she thought. It's best to remain passive-not give Max the slightest satisfaction. Let him fuck me. I'll tell mother about this, and we'll leave the horrible bastard.
But the moment he tore her halter from her body, she yelped, feeling her tits naked in front of someone for the first time in her life.
"Stop it! Stop!"
Again Max knocked Cindy in the teeth, this time with the back of one hand. The blow stopped her screams, turning them instead into stifled moans and sobs. For a moment, her hands came down on her tits. But Max would have none of that. He liked looking at her tit-mounds, enjoyed seeing those bright red cherry tips growing stiff with excitement.
Yes, excitement. It was odd, horrible, but true that Cindy was starting to feel something like sexual excitement stirring in her cunt. What was happening, she didn't exactly know. But seeing his big cock jiggling in his jockey shorts, smelling him-everything was mixing her up, making her feel like she did on some dates when the boys started petting her thighs.
"No!"
Max backhanded her again, rolling almost on top of her. His knees were pushing out against her legs, forcing them apart. He was kneeling in front of her, his lips twisted into a smile of triumph and lust.
"Fuck, you, baby-fuck you. I can smell your cunt now," he growled.
"Oh, what's happening to me, what the ... oh, what's happening to me?" she whispered.
"Just like your fuckin' old lady," Max said, dropping his face to her tits.
It was as if someone had touched Cindy with a live electrical wire. She closed her eyes, grinding her teeth as she felt his tongue slosh over her nipples. He was licking her-licking her the way a dog would. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder blades against the mattress while he sucked on her tits.
"Noooo...."
It was shameful, mind-boggling. At times, the girl thought she was having a nightmare. In a moment she'd be awake, drenched with sweat, but safe in the darkness and privacy of her bedroom.
But there was no such awakening. In a flash, Cindy knew that what was happening was all too true. She could feel Max's front teeth scraping over her nipples, feel his tongue lashing over her tit tips, feel his mouth sucking while his fingers slid up and down her sides.
When Cindy managed to work her hands loose, she tried shoving Max away. He only laughed at her meager attempts to wriggle free, holding her hands down against the bed while continuing to feed on her tits.
And while his teeth tore at her nipples, Cindy felt something like bolts of pleasure surge through them. As her fear and sense of shame and guilt mounted, her sense of pleasure also grew. Sweat covered her body now, running down her belly. She twisted more, feeling the sexy, subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another.
Her cuntlips were swelling while Max was doing this horrible thing to her. And then, for a second, she wanted his mouth on the silken flesh of her thighs. She wanted his hips brushing over her cunt, wanted his teeth biting at her inner muscles. For a second more, she thought about having his awful mouth between her legs, moving even deeper, ripping at her clit, ravaging her pussy until she couldn't walk any longer.
Of course, it was just a wild thought-one that disappeared under her growing sense of terror. And yet, it was a thought that was to haunt her all the rest of her ordeal and throughout her life.
"Stop it ... STOP!"
For a second, she thought Max was going to hit her again. Instead, he only laughed, then went back to eating her nipples.
"Now, for the real stuff."
She felt his hands sliding down her thighs, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, touching her skin, making her flesh crawl. His thumbs were tracing the outline of the leg band of her shorts. Soon she felt him fingering the buttons, pulling them open.
"Oh God!" she whimpered.
The material tugged at her damp flesh for a moment, then slid over her knees, down her legs, and over her ankles. She was wearing just her panties now, feeling horribly naked-more naked than she had ever felt in her entire life.
Max was moving his hands over the dampened crotch panel now, pressing the wet nylon against her fuzzy cuntal mound. It was enough to send her off. It knocked the wind out of her. Instinctively, her thighs flexed, her ass raised up from the bed, pressing her belly against his.
"Ohhhhh, you're a hot little cunt, ain't you?" he whispered, rubbing his fingers faster and faster over the nylon, feeling her pussy actually moving under his touch.
"No, no, that's not true. You're making this happen. Somehow, you're making this happen!" she sobbed, turning her face from his.
"No, baby. You're just like your old lady-can't get enough cockmeat."
She felt his fingers curling around her elastic waistband. He was tugging at the material, pulling it down, down past her flared hips, over her firm, plump ass cheeks. Was she helping him? Was she giving into the heat concentrating on her furry cunt between her legs? Was she turning into what he was accusing her and her mother of being-a cock-hungry slut?
No, I'm not that ... I'm not! Cindy told herself again and again as he ripped her panties off her body and threw them over his shoulders. Her legs flopped up, then slapped back down on to the bed. Max was backing away a little now, his thumbs hooked around his jockeys. Slowly, he pulled them down, watching her reaction as the first tufts of cock hair curled up around the waistband.
His prick was big-bigger than anything she could have imagined. When his cock flopped out over the top of his descending shorts, she craw fished back, her fingers digging nervously into her thighs. Confusion raced through her brain! Of course, she was sickened by the thought that her own stepfather wanted to fuck her-to fuck her the way a husband fucks a wife! And yet, the thought of having his fat long ten-inch prick sticking up her little cunt made her pant with excitement.
All those months of sex education, of joking with her friends about boys, of going on dates that nearly turned into fuck sessions had made her hot, ripe, ready for this moment.
"Nice, huh? You like my cock, right baby? You want this prick rammin' your pussy just like your mama digs it, right bitch?"
"No, no, take your cock away!" Cindy cried, putting one hand up.
"No use, baby, no use," Max said, rubbing his fingers over his flared prickhead. "This prick's gonna fuck you, ream you out 'til you have cum in your mouth."
Cindy shuddered, knowing there was no escape.
CHAPTER TWO
Max was spreading Cindy's legs apart with his fingers, prying them open, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked at her golden-haired cunt for the first time. He could see her moist red pussy meat glistening with cunt juice under the fine tangle of her cunt fuzz.
Cindy was shivering, her firm white ass tensing, relaxing, then tensing again under his gaze and caress. His fingers moved along her inner thighs, the ends nearly touching her cunt. He saw her tensing, saw her face tighten while her eyes closed.
"Oh yeah, yeah, you're real hot-too hot for most guys to handle, baby. But not me. I'm gonna take care of you ... gonna make sure your cunt gets first-class treatment from my cock."
Horrible! Awful! How could something like this be happening? she panicked.
For awhile, Max held tightly onto her wrists, pinning her arms and hands to the bed while he stared hotly at her pussy. And then he lowered his head. Slowly, slowly he was dropping his face into her cunt.
Cindy could feel his breath blowing through her pussy hairs, stirring them gently as if a breeze were blowing through the room. She drew her knees up, feeling her legs rub sensuously over the silken coverlet.
"Ughhhh!" she gasped.
His lips were on her pussy. He was kissing her there-actually touching her cunt with his mouth. The girl cried out, jerking her head back, pressing her shoulders once more against the mattress while kicking both legs out. Her thigh muscles tensed, pushing the tendons hard against her flesh while the cords in her neck stood out. He was making chewing motions, wriggling his tongue back and forth along her furry cunt, teasing the edges of her puffy cuntlips.
And then he was touching her clit-that wonderful, awful little quivering squiggle of flesh that made her feel so high! She felt his teeth scraping along the surrounding cunt flesh, felt his tongue sliding up and down the sides of her clit until she thought she was going to scream.
No, no, she thought. I mustn't show emotion-mustn't let him know he is exciting me.
But how could she disguise it? The feelings rushing through her veins were so unusual. He was touching her, doing things to her she thought no man could. And all the while, she kept hearing his awful accusing words, telling her about her mother, about her, about how she was going to love him fucking her.
"No!"
Somehow she managed to knock him away, and she started to crawl off her bed. She draped one leg over the edge when Max recovered, dragging her back to the bed and slapping her twice. Once she thought he had cut her cheek with his big hand.
"Little shit! You ain't gonna get away from me. I'm gonna fuck you tonight-right nowand there ain't a thing you can do about it."
"You won't, you won't!"
Max threw back his head and laughed. Then he slipped off the bed, glaring down at the girl.
"Roll over, baby. Roll over like a good little bitch."
Cindy started at her stepfather for a second, then did as she was told when she saw him approaching her. There was the sound of shuffling, of him going through his trousers for something. A crackling sound followed quickly.
Burning! Something was burning! Twisting her head around, Cindy saw Max had just lit a cigarette. The blue-gray smoke curled above his head, fanning out against the bedroom ceiling. He was puffing on it, staring at her exposed ass cheeks.
"Nice ass, real nice."
Again, Cindy felt she could die from shame. She felt her wet cunt crack cool as it became exposed in that obscene position. Her tits hung down from her chest, pulling sexily at her flesh. There was something excitingly forbidden in this position, something that made her clit burn like a tiny glowing jewel. Hoping Max wouldn't notice, she drew her legs together, bobbing her ass subtly up and down, rubbing her cuntlips against her clit.
"Uhhhh...." she sighed, feeling a particularly powerful spasm pass through her cunt.
There had been times like this, especially when she lay naked in bed alone after a date. Then she would trace her hands up and down her pussy, dipping her fingers into her cunt-hole. How exciting those moments had been! And now she was feeling the same thing under a totally different set of circumstances.
"Want a puff, baby?"
Cindy turned her face away, closing her eyes, wondering what awful thing her stepfather was going to do to her now. She could still feel his lips pressing against her cunt, could still feel his tongue worming its way into her fuckhole, touching all her slick hollows and folds, nearly touching her firm little cherry! His teeth had brushed over her clit several times, making her spine curl while shocks of chilly heat flashed through her pussy. How powerful those sexual shocks had been! Was it true that somehow she and her mother were as cock-hungry as Max said? "Ooowwoww!"
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a shock of pain on her right ass cheek. Max had touched one end of the cigarette to her flesh, leaving a small red mark on her white skin. She bucked forward, striking her head hard against the headboard. She rolled onto her side, moaning, drawing her knees up to her tits protectively while covering her face with both hands.
"Over, over!"
He was turning her onto her back, sitting on the edge of the bed and puffing on his cigarette once more.
"Looks like you're gonna have to learn a few things like your old lady did. Nobody walks out on Max Benter, hear me? Nobody!"
He blew smoke into her face, sending her into a coughing fit. Tears sprang out from under her eyelids and rolled down her cheeks.
"This ought to straighten you out. It takes care of most stupid cunts."
Cindy cringed. He was lowering the head of the cigarette toward her right thigh.
"And then maybe you'll turn on ... I mean really turn on. Lots of women are that way. They dig this kind of thing even though they scream bloody murder. You that kind of cunt?"
Cindy could smell the aroma of the burning tobacco. Even an inch away from the stretched tendon of her thigh, the glowing tip reddened her flesh. She could still feel the spot where Max had touched her ass earlier. She writhed against the mattress, her eyes wide, once more searching desperately for an escape path. Nothing-nowhere to run or hide from this maniac!
"Oh no, no...."
Cindy looked from the cigarette to Max's face. His eyes flashed with excitement. Then he touched the end of the cigarette to her flesh, dragging it along the line of her tendon.
"Ummmmmmmmmghhh!"
Cindy had closed her mouth, thrown her head back and shut her eyes. She wasn't going to give in to him. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. He was pure animal-a monster-something to be avoided, to run from. Since she couldn't run from him, she had to resist in any way she could.
But the burning sensation was horrible. She strained to keep quiet as he moved the cigarette along her thighs up toward her cunt. There was that terrible odor of burning flesh, of the smoke that curled into her nostrils and made her want to gag. Her body trembled, and her fingers clawed at her thighs while her buttocks moved from side to side on the mattress. Her toes fanned out while her hair swept over her jutting shoulder blades. Groaning, she thought for a moment that she was going to faint.
The heat burned up her leg, inching higher and higher until it was up to her pussy. "UGHHHHH!"
Groans bubbled up past her lips. She could hear the whispering crackle of the first curly hairs on her cunt labia. He was setting fire to them!
"Oh, oh, OH!"
There was more smoke, more odor, more of that awful smell of burning flesh. She couldn't take it any more. She felt her control slipping, felt sheer animal terror knife through her.
"Ohhhhhnoooo! Take it away! Oh God in heaven, take it away!"
Why didn't the neighbors hear? Why didn't anyone come to her aid? The pain was so horrible. She wished for a moment she could die, or at least pass out and let this animal do what he wanted while she was unconscious.
"Dig it baby, dig it?"
"Oh, oh NO!"
The pain increased as he kept the cigarette in one place now-just below her cunt vee. She shuddered. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out, dragging a scream with it. She felt her hot tears flowing, stinging her eyes as the burning cigarette remained.
"Stop!" Her voice was hollow, cracking as she begged her stepfather to stop hurting her.
"Stop it, baby? When you're juicin' like some fuckin' whore in heat?"
It was all too true. Cindy was shaming herself, wetting herself with her own cunt juices. She could feel them seeping from her fuck-hole, wetting down her thighs and her cuntlips. Then Max moved his cigarette an inch farther up to her pussy. There was a hissing sound. Her cunt butter had put out the burning end.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the way I like cunts-hot and tight and young and juicy."
"No, no-get away from me, you pig!" Cindy shouted, ashamed of her reaction, of the way she was actually enticing Max to do more to her.
"Pig, huh?"
His face darkened. Tossing the wet cigarette away, he slipped off the bed once more, reaching down and pulling his broad black leather belt from his trousers. Doubling it over, he climbed back onto the bed, shoving the girl over until she was on her belly once more.
Cindy felt her tits spreading out under her chest while her knees dug into the soft mattress. She knew what was going to follow--knew he was going to beat her into submission. She had heard stories of these kinds of things. But never, never in her entire life had she guessed she would be a part of them.
"Beg for me to fuck you!"
"Never!" Cindy screamed into the pillow, pushing her fingers into the soft material while burying her face in the casing.
"Oh man," he said, shuddering with delight as his eyes took in the soft white mounds of her ass, quivering under him. "Man, this is gonna be good ... real good."
Cindy heard the leather hissing through the air. She tensed, drawing her ass cheeks together instinctively while hugging the pillow tightly.
"Uggh-heeeeelp!"
His belt came down hard on her right ass cheek, the leather chewing into her white ass flesh, leaving a long purple mark where it had struck. She screamed again, her body jerking as if someone had touched it with an electric wire. Her ass-cheek burned hotly, the heat spreading through her body and into her cunt.
Max drew his arm back and hit her again--this time more lightly-near her waist. The pain seemed more than she could bear. She drew back and tried to escape, but the belt found her again and again, tearing into her ass flesh.
"Uhg! Uhg! Uhhghhhhg!"
Again and again the belt came down, leaving crisscrossed marks on Cindy's ass. She squirmed and writhed as the belt crashed close to her asscrack, the angled tip nearly touching her asshole. Her wheezing gasps mingled with Max's panting as his cock jiggled with each downward blow.
"Noooo!"
Cindy tried not to cry out. But the leather burned her, and her ass felt as if it were being branded. She had heard that people often become numb to pain after awhile. But this wasn't happening to her. The blows burned terribly, each one seeming more severe, more harsh than the one before. That awful animal kept hitting her harder and harder as the leather scarred her ass flesh, turning it a bright red.
Strangely enough, Cindy's pussy was growing as hot as her tortured asscheeks. She could feel the drag of her cuntlips against one another. Already, the searing pain had spread into her cunt, turning into something quite different from agony. The pain from that leather assault increased the feeling in her pussy, making her clit stand up and quiver like a tightly drawn bowstring.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
She pushed her face deeper into the pillow, feeling as if she could die of shame. Curling her fingers, the blonde teen clawed at the pillow, chewing at the casing until she tore the material. And still, with each blow, she couldn't stop the rising desire driving her mad with sexual excitement.
Max was right, she decided. She was cock-hungry-cock-hungry even though no man had ever touched her cunt. She wanted to fuck Max. She wanted any man to touch her now, to finger her pussy, to stick his cock into her cunt. These and other similar thoughts whirled about in her confused mind as the belt sawed across her red, jiggling ass.
"Ugghhh!" she grunted as the pointed end slashed between her shoulder blades, forcing her to arch her back and snap her head to one side.
Max was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off his forehead and splashing onto Cindy's back. He rested awhile, trailing the cold leather over her flesh. She wanted to kill him-touch him and kill him at the same time.
"Nice, nice! Move that ass around," he said, sticking his finger deep into her sweaty asscrack.
Again, Cindy arched her back when she felt his big rough fingertip touching the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. He was wriggling it, sliding it in, actually touching the slick lining of her ass chute.
Cindy groaned, digging her knees into the mattress again while clamping her ass muscles tightly. She pushed back as if she were taking a shit, trying to work the big man's finger out of her ass. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"Oh no, no, take it out. I don't ... don't want it. Oh please, Max, please...."
Her pleas were muffled by the pillow as Max slipped his finger in her ass up to the second joint, scraping his jagged nail around. She heard his breath catch.
"Oh you fuckin' bitch. Man, you're like your old lady-beggin' me to stop and all the while juicin' like some fuckin' slut."
"Stop talking about my ... ughhhhh ... about my mother," she growled.
Max said nothing, jerking his arm back while leaning to one side. He worked one hand around his cock while bringing the belt down with the other.
Cindy chewed the pillow, hiding her lust-contorted face. Her ass stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing rhythmically. The movement matched the killing blows from Max's belt. Then, as he slowed the beating, she raised her ass, actually attempting to absorb the last of his attack.
"Fuckin' bitch hypocrite."
Max brought the belt down hard.
"Aaaiiiee!" she shrieked.
He was concentrating the blows on her upper thighs now, the leather smacking and slashing her white flesh until it was as red as her ass. Then he stopped again.
Turning her tear-streaked face around, Cindy stared at her stepfather and silently begged him to leave her alone. Surely nothing had happened yet. He hadn't raped her. If only he would go away and lock the door behind him, she could somehow live in this hell.
"Now we're gonna have that fun I promised!"
Cindy heard the belt drop to the floor, felt Max moving around. She felt his knees once more pressing against the insides of her thighs, felt him drop on top of her, his fat body covering hers like a blanket. His weight drove the air from her lungs. Groaning, she twisted her head back around, gasping in lungfuls of air.
"Nice, nice, nice...."
He was biting her neck, nuzzling her obscenely while working his prick into her asscrack. She felt his hot, thick cock sliding back and forth, its fat tip finally nudging her shitter.
Is he going to fuck me in the ass? Cindy wondered. She had heard about queers about the way they fucked. But men and women? Ass-fucking was something unnatural-something that could hurt a woman.
"No!"
But his prick kept squirming deeper into her sweaty asscrack, threatening to pierce her asshole at any second.
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy felt her nipples itching and swelling with lust as Max's cockhead finally reached her asshole. His prickhead was nudging her wrinkled shitter, forcing it to pucker in while his balls nestled between her splayed thighs.
Cindy groaned while Max laughed at her growing horror. What was worse was that her pussy was twitching, actually moving while her stepfather rubbed his cock all over her beaten asscheeks. He told her he could feel her cunt juices coating his cock and balls. More than once, he told her that she was a slut-a whore who couldn't keep her cunt from men. He said he would break her in, then turn her loose on his trucker buddies who'd fuck her silly.
Those words turned Cindy on, made her pussy start to clench at thin air and made her clit feel as if hundreds of needles were tearing at it. She trembled while her pussy shook, and the pressure in her cunt swelled through her belly.
Her asscheeks opened and closed while her hips moved back and forth shamelessly. She wanted his cock-wanted his prick in her pussy. She couldn't think of having a big prick like his spearing her ass when her cherry cunt was aching, actually aching for a fuck!
Max laughed at her again. His ridicule increased her own lust. She was giving herself up to a man-her stepfather-tearing away the last vestiges of her decency. What had started in her bed at night with her own fingers was going to wind up in her bed with this man's cock.
"No, I ain't gonna fuck you in the ass ... leastways, not right now. I wanna see if your cunt's any good-see if you're fuckin' cherry."
Roughly, he grabbed Cindy by the shoulders, rolling to one side while he flipped her back onto her ass. The hot slashing marks burned on her back and ass.
She looked at his cock. His prick was huge-a monstrous hunk of cockflesh roped by pulsing blue veins. Under it, his balls hung like two brown coconuts, filled with ... what did her friend Janie say it was-cum! That was it-cum. White, hot stuff that sprayed out of the piss hole and made women pregnant.
"Yeah, yeah, shit-your cunt's fuckin' wet...."
Max rubbed his fingers over Cindy's pussy, then drew them up to his nose and smelled. "Yeah, nice and hot ... real hot."
"Oh God, God!"
"Keep prayin' bitch. Ain't no god's gonna help you now."
As Cindy screamed, Max jerked her legs apart. With rough hands, he spread her cuntlips open. More cunt oil spilled over her thighs, slickening her stepfather's fingers. She squirmed and begged him to stop this awful game before it was too late.
But her brutal attacker didn't listen to her. He was kneeling over her, his cock only inches from her cherry cunt. He pinned her shoulders to the bed and barked orders at her to raise her knees. Whimpering, turning her face away, she did as she was told. Teasingly, he rubbed his cockhead down over her cuntlips, then slowly lowered himself, the overhang of his beer belly touching her.
"Uggh-stop it!" she wailed.
Her cuntlips were being worked open, split apart by his fat greasy head. Then he shoved down, burying at least two inches of his cock into her hot little cunt. She cried out, pushing her head back into the pillow while arching her back like an aroused cat.
Slivers of pain and delight shot through Cindy's body. Rubbing her feet against Max's sides, she groaned, tears oozing out from under her tightly shut eyelids once more.
Max pulled back until only the head of his cock was left inside her cunt. Again he pushed down, his fingers gripping her shoulders harder than before. The tip of his prick was touching her cherry, forcing the puckered flesh inward.
Cindy cried out sharply, bucking wildly, trying to stop him. No, no, he can't do this to me! she thought. He can't fuck me, break my cherry, tear away my innocence so brutally!
"Take my cock!" he grunted, flexing his thighs and tightening his grip on her even more while forcing his prick down until it bent at the center.
Again and again, Cindy snapped her head from side to side, her blonde hair splashing over her flushed face. She begged God and her stepfather to stop this insanity. But her prayers and pleas went unanswered.
Max was snarling over her, sweating dripping from his forehead and out from under his arms. He drew back, calling her every filthy name he could think of. And he shoved forward, driving his cock into her tight fuck-hole, his thighs pressed up harder against the backs of her legs. "Ow! Oooowch!"
Cindy could feel her cherry tearing, ripping away from its anchorage! Desperately, she fought to free her arms, to push him away. Somehow, she managed to push her palms against his chest. Again and again she howled, beating her fists against him.
But Max was in another world, driving his cock hard against her cherry. There was a tearing sensation, and then another. The big man pulled back a third time, then rammed his cock home, his balls swinging against her upturned ass.
This time, Cindy's cherry broke free, tearing in the middle, letting Max's fat cock ram all the way in her cunt until his thick cock root was resting comfortably against her splayed cuntlips.
"WAWWWWWAWWWAAHHH!" For several minutes, Cindy thought she'd died. Slivers of unspeakable pain sliced into her brain when her cherry had been ripped. Her body trembled, arched, then flopped back lifelessly onto the bed.
Max lay on top of her, his breath blowing in heavy pants against her shoulders and the side of her neck. Then, coming to life once more, he began drawing his cock out of her pussy, sawing his prick in and out of her cunt.
Cindy couldn't believe her rising excitement, the growing tightness surrounding her clit. Again and again, strange sensations of delight rippled up and down her cunt, forcing her pussy labia to clamp shut around his pistoning prick.
Max was breathing heavily, calling her those filthy names again. His hands kneaded her flesh, sometimes sliding under her hips and pinching the leather-whipped ass. And all the while, the constant thrusting of his prick against her clit awakened every nerve in her body.
"Yeah, baby, come on, fuck it out, fuck it on out," he whispered, slapping Cindy's ass. "Work it up, move your ass. Come on, move it! Pick your ass up, slap it up!"
Cindy did as she was told, finding it wasn't against her desires any more to slide her cunt up and down Max's spearing prick. Her tiny clit stretched with lust while her thighs and belly tightened. Her tits swelled while her nipples throbbed with the same rhythm as her cunt.
Cindy wanted Max's hands on her tits, on her cunt, on her ass, everywhere on her body as she started hunching into him, matching his thrusting fucking rhythm with one of her own.
"Ungh! Unnghh! Unnghhh!" she cried with every upward fuck-thrust.
The headboard stuck hard against the rear wall, while the bed springs squeaked and groaned. Max was panting heavily into Cindy's face, gripping her, his fingers bruising her arms.
Yes, I'm a shameless street whore, Cindy thought. I need as much as I can get from this animal.
"Ugghhh!" Cindy suddenly felt a hot tightness grip her pussy. Her cuntlips clamped hard around his driving prick, her tiny cunt muscles cramping, gripping his wonderful cock.
Her stepfather choked out a gasp, his body tensing against hers. He was close to spilling his jizz into her cunt. She opened her mouth to say something. But all power of speech had been robbed from her. All she could do was grunt like a rutting mare while her stepfather's balls slapped hard against her ass."
"Fuck!" Max shouted, throwing his head back, shoving his cock all the way into Cindy's cunt.
Cindy felt his prick jerking and jumping around in a strange rhythm in her pussy. He was cumming-actually cumming-dumping his load of white-hot jism in her pussy.
The thought of having someone like Max fucking away her cherry like this somehow triggered Cindy off. It was impossible for her to control her emotions any further. She could feel his cum spraying in, burning into her pussy walls like acid. His jism was filling her cunt, setting her off.
"No! Mmmmmm...." she moaned.
The eruption in her clit was deeper and more exciting than anything she had ever known in her life. Her hips spasmed, rocking from side to side, banging hard against her stepfather's as the two of them were gripped in the throes of a powerful climax.
Then, suddenly, another orgasm, more powerful than the first, erupted deep in Cindy's pussy as the first tapered off. She shuddered, throwing her-body from side to side. Her tits jiggled like mounds of pudding while her knees snapped against Max's thighs.
She kicked both legs out, beating the balls of her feet against Max's lower back while clawing at his shoulders. It felt as if the entire world had collapsed into her cunt. Her belly rippled while her cunt tightened around his pounding cock.
"Ooooh! God!" she shrieked as her climax peaked.
Max snarled mockingly, fucking in and out of her cunt with faster, more brutal cock-strokes. She jerked her legs up higher, bending her knees until they were nearly touching her tits. She was acting like an experienced woman fucking out her climax. This instinctive movement tightened her pussy even more, exciting her stepfather to new heights of lust.
It was almost over. Cindy could feel Max's cock growing soft, more pliant. The desperate fucking had stopped. Her cunt spasms had decreased. She could feel the last thrusts of his climax as he smacked against her cunt walls. She jerked her hips up, silently begging for his last remaining drops of jizz. "Yeah, yeah...."
As Max pulled his prick from Cindy's cunt, her cunt grabbed at it. It felt as if he were dragging out her entire insides with his fast withdrawal.
"So, you were a fuckin' cherry. I'd never have believed it, especially with a fuckin' mother like you got," Max said, wiping the spit off his lips with the back of his hairy hand.
"Please, get out," Cindy sobbed, covering her eyes with one hand. She felt ashamed, degraded by what Max had done to her. He had beaten her severaly, terrified her, then fucked her in her own bed! Wracked with guilt, she couldn't stand to face her tormentor even though she secretly loved the sensation now of his body pressing against hers. His balls were still cradled against her thighs.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get out of here," Max said, getting up on all fours and sliding from the bed. "But you ain't gonna say one word about this, understand?"
He was pointing a finger at her threateningly, his face showing he meant what he was saying.
"I hear anything about this, and I'm gonna beat both you and that fuckin' slut I'm hooked with into pulps, get it bitch?"
Cindy sobbed out a yes, drawing one hand to her mouth to stifle her terrified sobs. She could feel her elastic cunt walls shrinking back to their normal size. She lay on the sagging bed, the coverlet all twisted and wrinkled up under her naked body.
No, I won't say anything to mother, she thought. How can I tell her what happened-that Max beat, then raped me? There's no one I can tell. Max will get off Scot free while I drag my guilt around.
"And I'm gonna come back for more, get it? I ain't fucked too many hot cherries like yours. Most girls just don't dig fuckin' the first time." He smirked at her as he drew his jockeys back up over his crotch. "You're your mother's daughter, all right."
Cindy heard his pants slide up, heard him shuffle out of her room and slam the door behind him. She lay there in bed, feeling as if the ceiling might come crashing down on her at any second for the horrible crime she had committed.
She had resisted Max at first-had tried to bite, kick and scratch him. But then, in the end, hadn't she invited him to fuck her? Hadn't she actually fucked her cunt hard and fast on his prick, loving the stretching sensation in her cunt, loving the feeling of his balls slapping against her beaten asscheeks?
"Ohhhh...."
Cindy drew both hands over her face and moaned in horror. What about her mother? She had always known her mother to be a kind, loving woman. When her father had died, her mother had taken care of her-had even gone out to work in the hospital to support them.
Max had come into their lives rather late. The moment Cindy met him, she had her reservations, feeling unclean every time the big trucker stared at her. But never, never had she guessed he was planning to fuck her.
He had been kind in his own rough way, moderating his drinking and swearing. Still, he had nothing in common with her first father. He was so brutal, so crude. Again, the thought crossed her mind: Why did mother marry him? Why had she done this terrible thing?
Stifling her sobs, Cindy cried herself to sleep.
* * *
Laura, Cindy's mother, was finishing her shift at the county hospital near downtown Los Angeles. Sighing, the attractive blonde draped the cover of her typewriter over the warm machine, thinking of the shambles that had become her life.
Max! Living with him had seemed such a contrast to her former drab life with Jack, her head husband. He made her feel things-forbidden things-things she had only heard or read about secretly. It had been madness, she knew, to marry him. She saw the fear in her daughter's eyes the moment Max entered the house.
And that fear had been justified. Shortly after their marriage, Max had begun to show his true colors-beating her, arguing with her about everything from fucking to money. And his leering stares at Cindy hadn't gone unnoticed.
Covering her face, Laura rested her elbows on the typewriter, smoothing her fingertips over her forehead. What a horror show her marriage had turned out to be. And what was worse was that Max was threatening to use her to service his trucker buddies-that or turn on her daughter and force her to fuck him.
The thought of Max doing anything to Cindy sickened Laura-made her think of killing the animal. He abused her-tormented her with her sexual hunger, teasing her mercilessly until she had become an animal too! From her listless former marriage, she had discovered a new world of the senses-a world her new husband had opened to her, then trapped her in.
It was like something out of a B-movie. And now the thought of her being passed from man to man, pulled one way and another like a whore, frightened and disgusted her. But there was something dark inside her that responded to that idea. Abhor it as she did, she had to admit that the thought of being gang-banged, of being fucked by so many men appealed to one side of her. Max was right. He had discovered her true colors long ago and was showing them to her on a broad screen.
The jangling phone startled Laura. She sat up stiffly, brushing her hair back. It was nearly eleven, the end of her day. Who could be calling the office at this hour? Trouble at home-Cindy! The thought that Max had done something terrible to her daughter terrified her. Swallowing hard, she picked up the receiver. When she heard Max's familiar breathing, her heart stopped.
"What do you want?" she asked dryly.
"Remember what we talked about, baby? I want you to come to this address."
Laura closed her eyes, fighting down the horror rising in her mind. The time had finally come-threat made good. He was giving her an address somewhere on the west side of Los Angeles, near Venice.
She knew exactly what he had in mind. He laughed when she asked him why he wanted her there.
"It's you or Cindy, baby. Come on-you got a choice?"
The thought of her innocent daughter being raped brought horror to her mind. She would do anything to protect Cindy from the kind of agony she was being forced to go through. Setting her jaw firmly, she placed the receiver down on the cradle and stared at the address she had rapidly penned down: number twenty, 19th Avenue, near Speedway and Ocean Front Walk. It would take her twenty minutes to get there, twenty minutes to hell!
"Is something wrong, Laura?"
Her boss! Composing herself as best she could, she shook her head, gathering her sweater and purse up and hurrying from the office. Her worry and distraction had been so great, she didn't notice the longing, hot glance he gave her. The only thought she had at the moment was of Max-of those strangers she was sure she'd have to fuck to keep her daughter cherry.
"Please, Mr. Harrington. I have to go home. I think Cindy's ill," she said over her shoulder, her mind whirling about madly.
She had no doubt there would be insult, degradation and pain involved, considering Max was taking part. And again, in the back of her mind, something like nervous expectation reared its head as she stepped from the hospital and picked her way through the parking lot to her car.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Strip, bitch!"
Laura stood in a garage apartment in the middle of Venice. A bare yellow bulb cast an eerie glare over everyone and everything in the room, giving each object a lurid color.
She had followed instructions, parking the car in the public lot and knocking softly at the garage door. Max was there, sneering at her as he opened the door and let her in. Inside, there were three other men-strangers to her. They were far more handsome and well built than Max. She guessed he had offered her to them as a way to gain their friendship. He was always like that-giving things away to make others like him.
"Max, please, I...."
Laura felt awkward standing there, holding her purse and sweater protectively in front of her. The three other truckers stood at the other end of the garage sipping their beer quietly, watching her with detached amusement. She had no doubt, however, that they'd join in when the time was right.
"I said ... STRIP!"
Max threw down his empty can, crushing it with his boot. Laura knew the signals. He'd crush her the way he crushed that container. Blushing furiously, she dropped her purse and sweater to the concrete floor, turned and reached back. She started to unbutton her blue cotton dress when she heard her husband stride up to her.
"Faster!"
Reaching up, he curled his fingers around the back of the collar, pulling down as hard as he could. She screamed, her hands jerking up at the moment she heard the material tearing.
"No!"
Her eyes widened, her fingers fighting Max's as he kept tearing down, ripping the material, stripping her in front of the men. She crisscrossed her arms over her bra as she felt him strip the dress off her body.
"Turn around. Show 'em what a good-lookin' bitch you are. Man, she's hot-hot to fuck all of us."
"Max, don't...."
"Come on, baby. You like playin' these kinda games, don't you?"
She lowered her eyes, feeling the last shred of pride being torn away as the three men stared with growing interest at her body. She was attractive. She had the smooth flesh of a teenager. Her tits were big and hard-nippled, not sagging down to her knees as the tits on many women her age were. Nature had been kind to her preserving her ... for this!
"Come on, show 'em everything."
Laura reached back, still not daring to look those truckers in the face. She had always suspected Max had some place in the city where he did his dirty little things. Venice! How perfect. Most of the people who came to this beachside section of Los Angeles would never notice anything out of order. Such was the craziness of this community.
"Ohhhhh...." she gasped as she unfastened her bra and her big tits rolled forward and slapped softly together. Glancing up quickly, she saw the truckers' eyes widening, their nostrils starting to flare. Max was pleased. She could see that. She felt sick!
"Come on, the rest."
Hooking her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties, Laura pushed down, stepping from them and laying them carefully stop her torn dress. She'd make Max pay dearly for this-dearly!
"These bulls ain't fucked a woman for-what, three days, Jack?"
The tall dark-haired trucker snorted out a laugh, crushing his beer can and tossing it casually on top of Laura's clothing. She watched as some of the yellow liquid leaked onto her panties and bra.
"Yeah, three days," the blonde driver said, tilting back his cap and rubbing his crotch with one hand.
Laura saw the outline of a cock almost as big as Max's stretching down one pantleg. Against her better instincts, she felt that awful electric shock start again in her cunt, rippling down her thighs, making her cuntlips start to swell with blood. Slowly, she drew her legs together and began rocking them back and forth, enjoying the slick rubbing of her pussylips.
"It's been near a week for me ... haulin' that shitload of timber down from Oregon," the squat redhead said, spitting on the floor.
"See, baby-just what you want, what you need!"
"That's not true and you know it ... you...."
"Don't gimme any Up," Max snarled. It was useless. Why argue? There was nothing to be gained. Staring back at the men, Laura didn't know what would be required of her. But something told her that whatever it was, she would relish it.
There was something masochistic about her-something that drank in all the abuse and still begged for more. Marriage with Max had shattered the last vestige of her pride. Gone, too, was her modesty. After that, as Max said, all that was left for her was cock hunger. That, and a desire to see the bastard laying on the floor bleeding out his life!
The dark-haired, muscular driver was the first to move, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders. Next came his faded Levi's.
Laura saw his long thick cock easing up from his crotch, surrounded by a thick bush of black cockhairs. His balls swung forward with each step he took.
The blond was next. He stripped completely, pulling his belt out of his pants.
"Leather games, huh?" Max said, taking a cigarette out from his pocket.
Laura watched, feeling awkward and completely defenseless. Jack stopped in front of her, bending his knees slightly while working his fingers rhythmically over his cock.
Laura's eyes widened. Max was right. She was a bitch. Her gaze was riveted with interest on his prick. Already, her cunt was swelling with desire, her hot cunt juice lubing down her pussylips.
"You sure this is all right?" Jack asked, eyeing Laura, seeing her red, moist pussymeat.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I've got other plans for her later," Max said, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag.
"Come on, Joe," the dark-haired trucker said to the blond.
Laura was nearly faint with terror and lust. All those men here-all hot-their cocks narrow but long. They were tightly muscled all over. The smell of excitement, of sexual arousal, hung in the air like a heady perfume.
They were all there with one purpose-to fuck her.
I have to do it, she reasoned. It's the only way I can keep Max from Cindy.
"You want to fuck her in the ass?" Jack asked, turning to Joe.
"Naw. Hell-that's more Paul's territory." He turned around and grinned at the squat redhead.
"Good and tight ... never have to worry about a cunt's that's been stretched too much," Paul said, pulling his boots off, then sliding his Levi's down.
Joe got behind Laura, cinching her tits with the belt. He pulled tight, drawing her shoulders back. She spread her naked feet wider apart, feeling her cuntlips peel back stickily.
Cunt juice was bubbling out of her fuckhole, dotting the ends of her frazzled cunt hairs. She felt the familiar knot of sexual tension begin to tighten in her belly while her pussy muscles cramped, forcing her cuntlabes to snap shut on thin air for a while.
"Unnghhh...." she grunted as her tits rose like boulders, the nipples hard, stiff, twitching with lust.
There could be no doubt about how she felt now. In such a short time, she had turned on, become a slut as Max had always said she was. Jack was rubbing his cock over her belly while Paul slid his belt down until she felt it opening her legs wider. Moving his hands around after Jack backed down somewhat, he slipped the leather belt between her legs.
"Ohhh...."
"Hey, man, she digs leather. Leather games, huh, Max?" Paul said, sliding the belt like a saw between Laura's puffy, angry-red cuntlips.
"She's into anything," the fat trucker said, puffing on his cigarette, glad his buddies were finding his wife satisfactory.
Laura's head tossed back and hit Paul's shoulders. Men-three of them, surrounding her, playing with her mercilessly. The one they called Paul moved up, pinching her nipples cruelly, reaching over and frenching her in the mouth.
Moving her hands down, Laura found his prick and squeezed his greasy prickmeat greedily. She felt a corresponding shudder rush through her cunt.
"Yeah, yeah-a hot pussy," Jack said.
He was bending his knees, shoving them against Laura's, hunching into her with his cock.
"Hold onto her hard, man. She's gonna get real crazy after awhile," Max advised, squatting down on the floor and watching the four of them with interest.
All the men were on Laura now. Paul kept on frenching her while she fingered his cock. And all the while, he was pinching and squeezing her nipples, making her groan into his sucking mouth.
Each time he pinched her sensitive tits, it was like having hot irons scorching her nerve endings. Her belly and cunt were a riot of sensations. And with each awful pinch, each kiss, her body heat rose. An inferno was soon raging in her cunt.
Meanwhile, Joe was still behind Laura. He dropped down to a squatting position, reaching up and forcing her asscheeks apart. She could feel something hot and wet sloshing up and down her asscheeks. He was licking her ass, moving his tongue around her firm asscheeks, then sliding it into her sweaty shit-crack. And as he licked her ass, he held the belt, moving it back and forth, twisting it around so the cutting edge slicked into her cunt.
Joe stiffened his tongue and shoved the point hard against the flesh of Laura's asshole. She jerked, pitching, forward while he kept tonguing her asshole. It was wild-one of the craziest sensations she had ever felt in her life. She pitched forward, her cunt sliding over Jack's cockhead.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," Joe said, getting back up after having tongue-fucked her ass for awhile.
Laura pulled her mouth away from Paul and gasped for air, begging them to let her go. Of course she didn't want that at all. She needed them-all of them. She could feel Joe holding tightly onto her now, his hands wrapped around her thighs while his greasy cock slipped up and down over her assglobes.
He was going to fuck her in the ass. She knew that, could sense that. Only once before had that happened-with Max on their wedding night. He had been brutal, hardly lubing his prick enough to make rear entry easy. Of course, she had just passed that off as his over anxiousness, not guessing then he enjoyed her cries, her tears, her shame and pain.
"Ohhhhh...." she gasped as his prick slipped into her asscrack, and a wave of lust washed through her cunt like a tidal wave. She wanted both men to fuck her at the same time. If only she could have Paul fucking her too.
"Come on, let's get her down," Jack said, nodding over to an old mattress brought in for the occasion.
Laura was moved from the center to the corner, laid down, then covered once more with those cunt and ass-hungry men. As before, Jack was in front, holding onto her shoulders while sliding his prick up and down over her hot, greasy cleft. Paul moved to the head of the mattress, spreading his knees and dangling his nine-inch cock over her nose.
Holding his prick by the root, Paul angled it down and told Laura to open her mouth. She had to twist her head around, as she was on her left side at this moment. But the thought of having three cocks sawing in and out of her more than compensated for the minor discomfort.
"Ummmmm...." she moaned, feeling his warm cockmeat sliding over her lips and down into her throat.
"Oh yeah, yeah-work that fuckin' tongue around. Oh fuckin' shit," Paul said, his eyes closed, his head thrown back.
He was fucking her mouth, bouncing his ass off his heels, feeding the woman his cockmeat so hard and fast, her cheeks puffed out with each downward thrust.
Jack pressed his cock into her belly now, kissing and pinching her tits while she sucked off his buddy's prick. She could feel the rear assault picking up strength and speed. She could feel pre-cum oozing into her shitter. Whipping her hips like a madwoman, she drew his cock deeper. As she writhed, her mind crazed with lust, the leather belt they had shoved between her legs worked in deeper. The strand cut into her pussy, sawing closer and closer to her clit with each wild jerk of her hips. Her clit seemed to swell and she groaned, flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside of Paul's pounding cock.
Her tits slapped together, her nipples straining against Jack's pinching fingers. His cock slipped down, down until his prickhead shoved hard against her cuntlips. She shivered, feeling his cockhead slipping past her tense cunt labia, poking into her pussy. He hesitated just for a second, tensed his thighs, then shoved forward hard.
Laura cried out, her spittle frothing out around Paul's cock. Jack's prick was all the way in her pussy, sawing against her clit the way the leather belt was.
"Fuckin' shit, man, ughhhh...."
Laura felt something warm spattering against her cunt walls. He was cumming--shooting off his load of jism. She went crazy, whipping her hips back and forth, feeling Joe's cock entering her ass, spreading her shitter lips wide apart. There was an aching pain-one that spread to all parts of her body as inch after throbbing inch of his prick slipped into her asshole.
Joe was shaking, his knees pressing hard against the backs of her legs while his belly rubbed against the tops of her plump asscheeks. He kept fucking her ass even after his buddy had cum in her pussy and had pulled away. Paul was crying out something.
They could hear Laura coughing and gagging and knew Paul was spilling his jizz into her mouth.
"Unnggg-unggg!"
It was fantastic feeling Paul's cum spattering against her tonsils, filling her mouth until she could hardly breathe. He shouted continually, slapping her face at times, drilling his cock again and again in her mouth while his balls nuzzled her chin. Cum oozed down out of the corners of her mouth, mixing with her spittle.
Laura was dizzy. Every fuck-hole she had had been invaded. Their combined heat was overwhelming. What was even more marvelous was the pounding brutality ripping through her cunt, her ass, her mouth. They were all spurting jizz now. She could hear Joe behind her making strange grunting sounds. Could feel his cock jumping around in her ass. She was being filled with hot creamy jizz. She dragged all the cum in, letting the scalding fuck-juice spatter in all the intimate parts of her twisting body.
They retreated, leaving Laura alone for a while. She raised her hand and wiped the cum from her lips, feeling jism oozing from her cunt and asshole, wetting down her white, shivering thighs.
"Not bad, huh?" Max said, finishing his cigarette and crushing it under his boot.
"Yeah, not bad," Jack agreed, staring at Max. "But just one thing."
"Yeah, what?"
"Well, I don't know how to put this-but if I had a wife as good-lookin' as that," he said, pointing to Laura, "I know damned well I wouldn't let my buddies even get near her, let alone fuck her."
Max straightened up, looking angry.
"She's nothing to me ... not no more. That cock-hungry bitch'd go after anything in pants. Might as well put her to some use for entertainment. Too bad I didn't have enough time to open a fuckin' show like they got in some places in Nevada. Bet she'd go down on a mutt just as soon as a guy."
There were a few seconds of silence. Then Max stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
"I got somethin' here-somethin' you're gonna dig, baby," he said to his wife.
Laura brushed the hair from her eyes and looked up at her husband.
"Hey, come on, Jack, we talked about this. She's gonna be one hell of a show ... you just wait," Max said, noticing the trucker seemed reluctant.
Laura watched as the man moved to a large chest at the other end of the garage, opened it and pulled out several long pieces of chain. She should have guessed-Max with his games. Moving back slightly and feeling her cum-stained pussylips slide against each other, she watched as they stood on boxes, attaching the pieces of chain to two eyehooks screwed into the yellow pine ceiling.
Moving back to the box, Max pulled out two manacles. Manacles! It was medieval!
"Where...? "
"Pleasure Chest ... a little spot in West Hollywood," Max answered, attaching the iron cuffs to the chains. "That ought to be high enough for her."
"What...? " Laura whimpered.
"Get on your fuckin' back," he ordered her.
As Laura did as she was told, she noticed Paul and Joe moving something that looked like a radio from behind a set of empty shelves near the front door. Meanwhile, Max was brutally twisting her ankles to fit the manacles attached high up the chain. Jack helped him, holding her steady against his body while fitting the other cuff to her leg.
In awhile, Laura found herself hanging nearly upside down, the weight of her body resting on her shoulders against the cold, concrete floor. What on earth was her savage husband planning now for his little entertainment?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh don't, don't ... you've done enough," Laura begged, feeling exhausted form her three-way fuck.
But Max was just getting started. She knew that look in his eye-that awful stare when his emotions were running out of control. He was loving this-enjoying causing her outrage, shame, and pain. He was an animal now. Nothing in the world could stop him short of a bullet.
And the three truckers were obviously getting into his frame of mind as well, laughing at her, wondering what her husband was dreaming up for her.
"First I get gentle, then down to business." Reaching into his pocket, Max produced two long, slim cylinders. Sprouting from the ends were two wicks. At first, Laura thought they were candles. But they were far too thin to be candles. Besides, scrawled across their multicolored faded shafts were letters of some kind.
Firecrackers!
Laura trembled, straining against her bonds. She beat the floor with her fists. They would tear her cunt apart-cripple her for life! What kind of animal was Max turning out to be? Was he going to kill her for fun?
"Yeah, baby, yeah. It's gonna give you the kind of thrill you want, right? I mean-you dig all the hard stuff. This'll take care of that fire you always have in your cunt."
"No, no, NO!"
Max jammed one firecracker in Laura's clenched cunt. The sudden entry made her wince. When he shoved the second weapon in her asshole, she nearly fainted from the pain and from the knowledge of what was going to happen once those firecrackers went off.
Max laughed at her, asked if he could be of any help in her discomfort, then reached in his pocket once more and pulled out a pack of matches.
"Here it is, bitch. Here it is. Have fun," he said, striking the matches. Then bending down and igniting the fuses.
"Oh no, no, NOOOOO!"
Laura twisted wildly around, the chains rattling and clanking with her wild movements. All she could do was pray that the pain would be minimum. As the fire drew closer to the firecrackers, dropping sparks on her cunt and ass, her courage wavered. Soon, she was close to hysteria, her tits rolling back and slapping against her chin.
"Noooo-God help me!"
The fire was getting very close to its target now. She could feel the heat spreading across her lower ass slope and singeing the tender areas of her pussy. She cringed and struggled against the steadily burning horror. Glancing across the room, she saw Max smirking and enjoying the spectacle of her torture with the others.
"Oh God!" Laura felt her shoulder blades sliding across the floor. At times she tensed her cunt and asshole muscles, desperately trying to work out those firecrackers. But nothing could stop the oncoming horror.
The more she tugged on the chains, the more the manacles cut into her ankles. She knew things were coming to a head in her marriage. The last few months had been sheer hell for her. But never would she have guessed that things would come to this! There was nothing Laura could do. She tensed, prayed, closed her eyes and waited for the awful pain she knew would ultimately follow.
For a moment, it appeared as if the firecrackers might sputter out. She heard the fuses almost extinguish. Then there was a sudden spurt. For a second, silence followed, and then two large explosions.
"Alyeeee!"
Thousands of needles tipped with fire tore through her pussy and ass. She went crazy, jerking her hips and asscheeks around, her tits jiggling while her shoulders beat at the floor. She tightened her cunt and ass, trying to smother the fire with her moist cunt and shitter. But the fires scalded, and she passed out. How wonderful it was to sink into unconsciousness-to slip away from Max and his horrible friends if only for a few seconds.
"Oh!"
Water. Max had found some water and had thrown it over her body. She came awake with a start.
"That was the easy part-the part I thought you'd really like," Max said.
Laura could still smell the sour odor of gunpowder, the smell of burning flesh and hair. A throbbing burning pain seared at her cunt and asshole. Max was playing his role of sadist well.
"Come over here with that thing. It ought to liven things up," Max said.
What could he do next? What was left for him to do except take her life. "Right there."
Rolling her eyes up she saw the machine was no radio as she'd first thought. It was a portable generator, the kind garages use when hooking up all sorts of testing equipment to cars.
The console was on a long table-a plain gray metal case with a volume indicator, a single switch, a control knob and a series of brightly colored wires protruding from the unit. Tiny pincers were attached to each wire. Laura shivered, sensing what was next.
"Open your mouth," Max barked.
She did as she was told, feeling him insert a wedge of rubber between her teeth.
"Don't want you biting off your tongue, especially when you use it so good on cockmeat."
"Ummmmfhhhhf!"
He clamped her jaws on the wedge. Laura wondered just how much more of this she could take. She begged God for strength, something that would see her throught this awful ordeal.
Jack and Joe and Paul got into the act fast, clamping the pincers on her tits. The sharp metallic bite of those awful things made her shiver. Her nipples rose once more. In spite of her fear-in spite of the horror happening here in this garage in Venice, she felt herself becoming aroused.
Next, Laura felt a pincer being clamped to her clit, while two others were attached to each cuntlip. By now, she felt her cunt muscles twitching, reacting to the metal biting into her soft flesh. It was a different kind of excitement--one that had nothing to do with a man's cock. She twisted her thighs, feeling her cunt juices starting to seep from her fuck-hole and wet down the metal. How odd-how wonderfully odd her body was reacting to all this!
"Ohhhh...."she moaned, the pain of the clamps excited her lust.
She shivered again, her tits rubbing against her chin as she rocked back and forth. Her ass-ring was tight as her ass cheeks jiggled with her violent movements.
Joe did the honors up Laura's ass, shoving a fourth wire up her asshole. She twisted about some more, feeling the clamp worming up her shitter. The cold wire and metal pincer felt like an icy snake up her ass. The wire was pushed deeper and deeper until she wondered if Joe wanted to slide the clamp into her belly. She took shallow breaths to keep from choking as the metal was pushed in a little farther. Biting down on the rubber wedge and shaking her head, she waited for the first onrush of pain she knew would surely come from that terrible machine above her.
Laura had heard about these machines.
They were used on prisoners in the Nazi concentration camps back during World War II. There were rumors they were even used in this country during the fifties by some small-town police departments to extract confessions from criminals. Even now, some hospitals used them on mental patients.
He was going to shock her senseless. All she could think of was the reaction in her pussy. Fear, coupled with her already degraded desires, licked through her cunt like flames. Her cunt juices were flowing, seeping down her thighs toward her belly.
Why am I like this? she wondered. Why is all this pain, all this discomfort so deliciously good for me? Why do I see it out even when it turns me into what I hate most-a whore?
Outwardly, Laura told herself she was doing these awful things to keep Max from her daughter. In part, this was true. But in reality, she knew she was enjoying it-loving every second of this awful agony. Max knew it too.
Her clit began to have that all-too-familiar tingly feeling when Max moved up to the machine and threw on the switch. In a strange way, she eagerly waited for the surge of power, the tearing sensation she knew would soon follow.
She was almost impatient for the pain! The clamps on her tits were heavy, pulling hard on her nipples. The cold weight in her ass pushed like a big cold finger. Once more, she thought of Joe's tongue, the way it angled in her ass, quickly followed by his fat-headed cock.
"Unnghh!" she protested in fear and lust.
"Come on, baby, baby! You dig this. This is somethin' you been workin' up to, right?" Max taunted.
Laura shook her head, tears welling from her eyes. How could he parade her shame like this in front of these strangers? Those tiny teeth in the clamps seemed to nibble at her clit and nipples. The sensations, all wildly wonderful, combined to once more bleach her mind of every thought except her own perverse pleasure.
Max turned back toward his willing victim. The woman's face was flushed. Her eyes were becoming glazed. The rubber wedge swelled her cheeks while spit oozed from the corners of her mouth.
"Man, this is crazy," Joe said, passing one hand over his forehead.
"Yeah, like somethin' out of a fuck film or somethin', " Paul agreed.
"You ain't gonna find too many women gonna do this even for money in a goddamned fuck flick," Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his rising cock.
Laura groaned again, her firm tits swollen and heavy with lust. Her nipples were now almost purple, stretched and bitten by the clamps. Her belly tightened, rippling with lust while her spread cuntlabes were slick with the cunt-juice that was oozing like lava from her pussy.
She was moaning-whimpering at times like a puppy afraid of the dark, hungry for affection. Max would give her what she really needed, though. She knew he would-could see it in his angry eyes.
Reaching down, Max flicked on the switch. The machine hummed, its mechanical noise filling the room. The needle inside the volume indicator jumped instantly. A faint pulse dug into her tits, cunt and ass. She jerked, her arms flailing out while her fingers curled and dug at the floor. The chains rattled noisily above her head. But still the current was nothing more than a tickle stimulating her cunt even more than before.
Laura tensed, waiting for what surely would come. Max would fry her up like a fish in front of his buddies just for laughs.
The waiting made her cunt itch and her tits throb. Her mouth went dry while her chest tightened with the tension and the expectation of the pain that would surely follow after Max increased the electrical flow. For a second, the woman thought she was going to lose control of her bowels and shit in front of the leering men.
"Now, baby, now!"
Waiting for the big jolt made her weak with expectation. She clawed at the floor while beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead.
Her blonde hair fanned out behind her while her tits rolled back one more time against her chin. She tried stretching her legs up a little more to ease the cramps brought on from the awkward position she was trussed in.
Jack was rubbing his cock hard. Paul and Joe already had full hard-ons just watching her writhing, wired body bounce around on the garage floor. Somewhere in the distance, she heard a dog barking, the sound rising above the whirring hum of the portable generator.
Max was watching his wife carefully, watching the cunt-juice ooze from her pussy and trickle through her cunt bush. He knew she was ready-ready to receive a jolt of electricity that would send her pitching over the edge into another powerful orgasm. His fingers shaking with excitement, he gave the volume dial a twist, moving it one notch higher.
"Unghhh!" Laura bit down on the rubber wedge a little harder, tensing her ass muscles and moving her ass back and forth over the dirty floor.
The humming from the machine increased in pitch while the buzzing itch in her cunt, ass and tits turned into something a little sharper.
Laura moaned, jostling her shoulders against the floor, her eyes rolling up into her head. More cunt juice seeped from her fuck-hole, made hotter by the flowing electricity. She fanned out her fingers and toes until they cramped, bending her knees, kicking up, making the chains holding her legs up rattle threateningly.
Laura jerked and twitched, clawing at the floor. What hit her cunt, ass and tits was like a fist slapping, then knifing into her insides. The aftershock felt like blunted glass shards barely scratching her stiff nipples and clit. Her shitter spasmed, snapping shut, then opening wide. For another moment, she was afraid she would be shitting in front of these men.
"Huuugh!" she gasped, the surge seeming to come in waves, bringing her close to ecstasy, then letting her down easily only to jerk her back up. It was wild, insane feeling this fabulous agony. Her shitter suddenly recoiled when the wave of shock disappeared for a moment. A fist of air burst out, nearly dislodging the clump of wires lodged in her ass chute. It was the most insane feeling she had ever felt in her life. Luridly, she wiggled her thighs, hearing the wires and chains rattling all around her. The hum of the portable generator increased to a higher pitch.
"Man, she's goin' nuts," Joe said, his eyes wide with perverted lust.
"Yeah, I ain't never seen nothin' like it," Joe added, jerking his fingers up and down his rock-hard prick until pre-cum oozed once more from his piss slit.
He watched the wires sticking out of Laura's ass, and for a second, wished he could pull them out and slip his cock back into her tight, moist little asshole.
"I could put somethin' better than that fuckin' wedge in her mouth. But shit, she'd bite it off right now," he said, feeling his balls tightening up painfully against his cockroot.
"That's it, guys-just watch her," Max whispered, his fingers tightening on the dial.
Laura, meanwhile, was thinking of how she was going to shit herself, wet herself. It seemed as if the humming electricity was taking over all her bodily functions, driving them all out of control. She didn't have any say in what was happening in her mind or in her body. She felt the final degradation would be pissing and shitting all over herself, making them happy that she had finally sunk to the lowest level possible.
"Dance, baby, dance that ass!"
Max cranked the switch a little higher. Laura thought the world had suddenly become radioactive. Everything around her was suddenly invested with a golden glow. She was struck with the force of a runaway truck. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole were torn by fiery shocks of lust. Her very bones seemed to rattle with the increased flow of electricity while more spittle oozed from her mouth.
Letting out a muffled shriek, the tortured blonde bit down harder on the rubber wedge, wishing once more she could pass out and leave this terrible world, if only for a second.
"Another notch up," Max calmly announced.
Jack and Paul and Joe were close to climaxing again, rubbing their cocks, leaning against the garage walls and stroking up while watching Laura wired and writhing on the floor.
"Unnghhh! Unnnghhh-nnnh!" Her frantic cries were muffled behind the rubber.
Max adjusted the setting once more. Laura writhed and salivated, her cunt juice rushing out more than before. Her lips were as purple as her nipples, while more sweat oozed down her forehead and out from under her arms. Her cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs as more and more elecricity shot through her body.
Now the pleasure alternated with the pain as another increase of electricity tormented her body. She felt as if a cruel beast were clawing up her ass, tearing her to pieces. She felt an odd kind of climax tearing at her clit. Her orgasm showered sparks into her cunt. Was there the smell of burning flesh now? Was it her imagination? Had Max overdone his experiment, and was she really frying in her own juices?
This thought had an odd effect on her. She pitched and howled as best she could, her legs kicking around, her head snapping from side to side while the machine hummed above her.
As she shuddered and jerked on the chains, the three truckers' balls tensed, jerked, then pumped. Thick streams of white cum shot out in broad arcs, some of the globs landing squarely on her belly and thighs.
Max snarled, turning the power higher. Laura was moving so fast now, her face and arms were a blur while her body became a writhing snake on the floor.
"Unnghhh-unnggg!" she groaned.
Would this torment never end? Would she die like this, electrocuted in some nameless garage?
CHAPTER SIX
The current seemed to increase more and more until Laura thought her brain was frying in her skull. She was sobbing, beating the floor with her fists as hard as she could until she thought her fingers and wrists were cracking.
The current seemed to be burning every part of her body. She was on fire. And orgasm after orgasm erupted in her cunt, the electricity intensifying the awful power of her climaxes until she thought she surely would faint from exhaustion. And then it was over.
"She's had enough," Max said, twisting the dial down to zero.
Laura stiffened, working out one final spasm in her aroused clit before collapsing utterly to the floor, panting with relief. He had done his worst-done what he had been threatening to do for the past few months. He had humiliated her in front of others, beaten her, tortured her, forced her to commit unnatural sex acts with strangers.
I deserve this punishment, she thought. Anything to compensate for the awful, wonderful feelings I experienced during this session. What on earth can happen next?
The. next thing she was aware of was Max jerking the pincers free. The movements nearly tore her swollen nipples, cunt and ass. Her pent-up shout followed the rubber wedge from her mouth. Spit from the corners of her mouth, caught by her back teeth, flecked her lips. Her tits spasmed, and the abrupt contraction spread through her belly and cunt. Her asscheeks swept gently over the cement as vibrations tore her asshole and cunt.
Without saying a word, Max slapped her until she came around. Then he pushed her shoulders against the floor, spreading her clenched legs apart with his knees and sliding between her thighs. With his paw-like hands, he spread apart her cuntlabes, unzipped, and then shoved his donkey prick into her steaming cunt.
If there was one thing Max had, it was a fat, hard cock. Unashamedly, Laura knew that was the reason she had first dated him. He had fucked her to a fever pitch. In spite of his other shortcomings, his fucking ability was tremendous.
"Aaaagh!" She threw back her shoulders, slamming them hard against the concrete.
Laura tried to draw back from Max's pistoning, heavy prick inside her torn cunt. But he held her tightly, cursing her, telling her she was nothing but a cheap whore who couldn't get enough stimulation for her clit. It was true-all too terribly true. In the back of her mind, she prayed God her daughter hadn't inherited this awful trait from her.
"Nooo! Oh God, you're killing me!" she wailed, tears of shame and pain falling down her cheeks.
"Yeah, and you dig it," Max grunted.
Laura felt him holding her tightly, pinning her down with his cock. He impaled her cunt, driving deep into her sore fuck-hole. She retched as the torture she had suffered from the electricity and the pain of his pounding prickhead seared into her sore cunt.
"Fuck, fuck," he muttered.
He held her hard, his hands squeezing her tits while his hips drove rapidly, fucking his cock deeper. His prick ripped through her sore cunt, stinging her clit. The itchy force of another orgasm spread through her pussy. In a moment, she reached up as if to scratch. But his massive cock was drilling like a jackhammer through her cunt. His cock filled her pussy, spreading her elastic pussy once more.
Laura thought of Paul, of Joe, of Jack, of all the men who had fucked her before her marriage. Cockmeat, prick. It was all so beautiful, so wonderful. She didn't care any longer about the men, about the pain, about the humiliation. Another climax was about to tear her to pieces, and she was going to love it.
"Uuggh," she moaned as the itching force of her orgasm peaked.
Her lust boiled over, driving her pitching into a wonderful realm of bright colors and explosions. His cock ground her insides like a mortar, pulverizing her cunt. The bruising fucking of his cock ripped at her clit in what seemed to be an endless attack.
Max was good at this sort of violent fucking, making Laura peak until her orgasm was almost like agony. He drove farther into her snug pussy, forcing her cunt apart to accommodate his prick.
He thrust his cock in, watching his wife squirm and buck. He thrust down hard again, then stiffened. His cum shot out like napalm, burning into her cunt walls. He groaned, jerking forward, then jerking back, his breath catching while his jizz filled her cunt.
When it was over, he pulled his dripping cock from her cunt and staggered back. Her pussy kept on trembling, his jizz dripping from her cunt and slicking down her thighs. Finally it was over.
Laura opened her eyes and stared up at Max, her eyes full and tear-swollen. Her lips quivered. She begged with her eyes for him to let her go. How could she continue going on like this? Every fiber of her body ached. If only she could get down, go home, get away from this insanity.
"Let's get her down. I think we've played enough for today," he said.
The rest of the evening was a dream. Laura didn't flinch when they took the manacles off and lay them aside. She felt her legs flop down and hit the floor hard. She felt someone cleaning her up, sliding her panties back over her thighs, putting on her bra for her, shoving her against the wall so they could put on her dress.
"Okay, baby, back home with you. I'll drive the bitch in my truck. We'll pick up the car later," Max said to his buddies as he draped Laura's right arm over his shoulders and dragged her from the garage.
"She comin' back later?" Jack asked, stuffing his cum-spent cock back into his Levi's.
"Just wait," Max said, winking suggestively.
Laura heard what he said and groaned inwardly. She would have to leave him soon. She couldn't go through with something like this again. It was unholy, terrible, killing. Surely she couldn't be expected to survive what could be an even more vicious session than this.
Max is sick, she thought. I can't be trapped by his unholy perversion any longer. I'll take Cindy and get out of the house when I have the chance. This won't happen again!
But two and one-half weeks passed, and Laura made no move. For the three days following her torture, she lay in bed, pretending she had the flu, drawing the covers tightly around her throat and refusing to let her daughter call the doctor.
"I'll be all right, dear. No need to spend money we need when all I have to do is rest," she said to Cindy, making sure the girl didn't see the welts and bruises on her body.
Cindy avoided Max with all sorts of excuses. Fortunately for both of them, he had several big runs up to Seattle, which kept him from the house for days at a time. When he was home, he slept, barely seeing either of the women.
During that time, Laura thought hard about what to do next. She had a good job, a boss who, now that she thought about it, was interested in her as well as in her work. She could run to him for advice. But behind all these thoughts was one nagging suspicion-one that drove her half-mad with despair. She had liked what Max had done to her--enjoyed the perverted session where he nearly killed her.
As much as she had twisted and cried and shouted with pain, something dark inside her had responded to his insanity. It was so powerful-this feeling-that it paralyzed her ability to make a sane decision concerning her future.
She lay in bed, feeling her body heal quickly, wondering what she should do, knowing that fleeing was the best thing for her and her daughter. And all the while she was also wondering what else Max was capable of, feeling almost anxious for him to return home and fuck her senseless.
Cindy didn't even bother trying to tell her mother what had happened between Max and her. The thought of confessing that fuck to her mother horrified her. How could she say that she had committed incest-that she had actually enjoyed his beating and fucking her? It was too terrible. There were some things, she felt, that were far better left unsaid.
She could see something had happened between Laura and Max-something that might move her mother to leave him. Hoping that that would be soon, she kept her peace, always making sure she kept her distance from her brutal stepfather.
At the end of the second week, Laura went back to work, leaving Cindy at home alone with Max. During the first few days, the girl made sure someone was home with her all the time. First, it was her good friend Kathy, who suspected something strange was going on in the house, but saw Cindy was going to remain tight-lipped about it. Then it was another friend, Jane Granger, who also tried to pry the secret from the secretive blonde.
Finally, however, a night came when Laura was at work, and Cindy couldn't find anyone to come over and keep her company. She was in her room behind the locked door, putting the receiver down gently after Janie pleaded off from coming on over.
Soon Max would guess she wouldn't have company, and he'd be trudging up the stairs demanding to fuck her. The thought made her shiver.
Cindy turned and looked at the opened window. For a moment, she thought of jumping out. But that was absurd. If she didn't wind up killing or hurting herself, she'd create a scandal that would horrify her mother. Her mother couldn't have suspected something was going on. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left her alone like this with that animal prowling about the kitchen downstairs.
Smoothing her sweaty palms over her thighs, Cindy rose from her chair and stood in front of the full-length mirror. It was there she had watched her own undoing-her first fuck. She remembered seeing herself stripped, beaten, then flung down onto the bed where her stepfather had brutally raped her.
Raped? She couldn't help but smile, shaking the loose strands of hair from her face and examining her lithe body. That wasn't exactly true. She was no more raped than the Pope was Jewish. At first, Max had forced her, but in the end, she had actively sought out his cock, working her thighs back and forth like a slut in heat. Like her mother, her stepfather kept telling her.
The thought of her mother doing this kind of thing-even with Max-made Cindy sick to her stomach. How could Laura have mixed herself up with someone like Max? That thought kept coming back to her. How could she have unless ... unless she were what Max said she was.
Cindy heard footsteps on the landing. Those awful, familiar footsteps that made her shrink back against the wall. The sounds of those footsteps echoed in her dreams, interrupted her concentration during school, made her appear absent-minded with her friends in the cafeteria. Everyone knew something was happening at her home. But no one could possibly guess how foul, how terrible that something was.
"Oh God-God in heaven! Help me," Cindy cried, accidentally knocking over some of her schoolbooks and papers. They scattered over the carpeted floor as she heard the heavy trudge of Max's feet on the hall floor.
"Nobody's comin' over?"
His voice filtered through the wood of her bedroom door. At this point, she wished she had a gun or a knife-something she could use to end the nightmare.
"Kathy ... Kathy's coming over," Cindy said, her voice cracking with terror.
She could hear Max laughing, then heard him twisting the doorknob.
"Open up." She backed away, her hands on her chest, her knees shaking with terror. She shook her head back and forth, a low whimper coming from her lips. It was happening all over again. Tears were welling up as she felt another sick feeling surge through her belly. He was going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
He rattled the doorknob, swearing threateningly.
"Open up, or I'll kick this fuckin' door in," Max growled.
"No, no, if you do, mother'll...."
"Fuck your mother. Everybody else does," he said, shouldering the door.
Cindy felt her flesh crawl when she heard the doorframe splintering under his pressure.
"No, get away!" she screamed, twisting around and grabbing hold of the bedside lamp. Tearing the plug from the wall, she hurled the lamp at her stepfather, screaming when she saw it miss its mark and shatter against the wall.
"You got more fight in you than your old lady," Max said, ducking from the missile, then lurching forward.
"They're coming, they're ... ughhh...."
It was hopeless! He didn't believe her. Once again, he was going to throw her down to the bed and hurt her, fuck her, humiliate her.
"Nobody's comin' here except your mother in about three hours. Maybe she should find us! You know, you down in the bed naked with my cock up your cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You liked fucking the last time.
Cindy felt a spasm of nausea rush through her belly. Max was holding both her hands tightly against her sides, his legs rubbing up against hers. Once more, she could feel his prick pressing against her belly. He was pressing his fingertips hard into her wrists, twisting them, threatening to break them. A shock of pain in her arms brought her to her knees. Lowering her head in defeat, she peered through the hair curtaining her face. The bastard was loving every second of her shame.
"Get ... away ... from ... me!" Cindy cried, feeling a sudden rush of power.
Lowering her head a little farther, Cindy opened her mouth and bit down hard on Max's right hand.
"Ughh!" He reeled back, letting go of the screaming blonde for a second.
That was all Cindy needed. Shoving Max off-balance as hard as she could, she leaped over the bed, scrambling out of the doorway.
"Come back here, you fuckin' bitch."
Cindy ran as fast as she could down the darkened hall, her arms stretched out in front of her, her hair streaming behind. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer while she ran for the stairs. Behind, she could hear Max recovering, bolting from her bedroom and running after her.
"Nooo . .
She reached the stairs and took them two at a time, rushing down to the living room. Once outside, she'd scream for help, confess everything to the shocked neighbors, do anything to get Max out of her life. Desperate, half-crazed, she reached the bottom of the stairs and started rushing through the living room.
Max caught up with her by the sofa, his fingers wrapping tightly around her streaming hair.
"Hilyeiii!" she screamed, her arms stretched out, her head snapping back while her knees buckled and gave way.
Falling to the floor, Cindy was still screaming, her arms jerking up now to Max's hands She was clawing at his fingers, trying to cut the flesh off his bones with her nails, anything to get him off her.
"Dumb bitch!"
"Let me go! Oh God-help! Somebody help!"
Cindy was half-laying on the couch, her eyes wide with terror. Max let go and quickly brought one hand down on the side of her skull. The crashing blow nearly crushed her skull, sending her flying over the coffee table.
Books and magazines scattered over the floor as she slid over the top, then collapsed in a broken heap near the table.
Max was panting, towering over her, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He was smiling, glad she had given him a run for his money. Groaning, she brought her arms to her side and pushed up, her hair hanging down over her face, brushing her whitened knuckles.
"Good fight, slut. Good-I like that-like it a whole lot."
Max moved behind Cindy, raised one foot and placed a boot on her ass. Laughing, he shoved down hard, sending her slamming into the floor once more.
"Unnghhhhh!" She landed flat on her face, her hands pressed between the floor and her belly.
Behind her, she could feel Max working down her skirt, sliding it over her knees and off her ankles. Next came her panties. It was happening all over again.
His clammy hands were all over the backs of her thighs, sliding into her asscrack, then down into her cunt slit.
Cindy shivered, wanting to vomit. Instead, she lay there, trying to regain her strength, trying to figure out some way she could make it to that front door and scream out for help.
"Nice ass, nice...."
He had beaten her there before. A few marks still remained on her white ass flesh-reminders of his previous activity.
"Oh don't ... not again...."
Max laughed, unzipping his trousers and pulling down his pants.
"Don't worry, little girl. I ain't gonna whip your ass even though I'd kinda like to," he said, reaching down and pinching her resilient ass flesh until she squealed. "But you're gonna get a taste of cock where you ain't never had it."
"No!"
Cindy's cry was cut short by another sharp slap to the side of her head. With a groan, she fell back to the floor, all power of resistance defeated.
Max crawled on top of her and started fucking her asshole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy was clawing the carpet, her head turned to one side and pressed against the soft piling while her knees dug into the floor. Max was on top of her, pawing her ass, telling her awful things while hunching his cock up and down her ass cheeks.
"Oh man, man! I dig this-dig rubbing my cock over your fuckin' ass," he moaned.
Cindy arched her back slightly, trying to ease the cramps knotting her muscles. Max curled his fingers around her shoulders and held on while shoving his knees against the sides of her legs. He was opening her ass up, getting her little shitter ready for his cock.
"Ohhhh noo...." Cindy moaned.
She could feel his cockhead sliding into her asscrack, sliding down, down until his fat prickhead was pressing against her asshole. Unlike her mother, she hadn't the sexual experience to appreciate ass-fucking. The idea that a man was going to put his prick up her ass sickened her.
Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion while tears streamed down from them and streaked her flushed cheeks. If only mother would come home, she thought. If only someone would come and knock on the door, do something to break up this awful scene!
But nothing happened. And then, with a sudden, mind-piercing pain, Max's cockhead found her ass hole. She yelled, her arms jerking out, her breath blowing from between her lips. It was as if someone had begun piercing her body with a blunt chisel. Max laughed, his voice trembling with a nasty undertone.
"Take my cock, you little bitch. You're just a piece of shit like your old lady, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock."
Cindy screamed louder. Max growled something, reaching up and pulling a pillow off the sofa. He jammed it against her face, muffling her cries while he kept on jabbing his cock against her shitter.
It felt to Cindy as if the whole tight ring of her shitter were being driven up into her belly. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole.
Cindy screamed into the pillow, beating her fists against the floor. How could this be happening to me? she wondered, close to hysteria. This happens only to bad girls-whores, sluts. Max keeps calling me those awful names. But he is a bar-a pervert! I'm a good girl, my mother's daughter.
The pressure against her shitter eased for a second. She felt her stepfather's fingers kneading her soft ass flesh, pinching it, slapping it red just as he'd done several weeks ago when he'd first fucked her.
She sobbed quietly, smelling the increasing aroma of her cunt. She was feeling something between her legs, feeling that odd, awful tingle start up in her pussy again.
That isn't because I'm a bad girl, she reasoned. No, of course not. This is something that just happens because of what Max is doing to me. He is making this happen-somehow confusing my bodily functions with his awful treatment.
"Unnghhh...." she gasped.
His knees were pressing hard against the backs of hers. At times, she thought she was going to suffocate. Gasping in lungfuls of air, she felt him reach between his belly and her ass and brace his cockshaft, holding his prick stiff against the rubbery circle of her shitter. She let her ass-clenching relax for a second.
That was all Max needed. The big trucker tensed his thighs, held onto Cindy tightly and lunged forward. She felt his cock increase its pressure against her shithole, and she cried out, tearing at the carpet with her trembling fingers while feeling a horrible, sharp pain up her asschute.
Cindy cried out again and again into the pillow Max still held against her face, trying to shake him off. It was impossible. His weight was far too much for her to knock away. Instead, she just lay there, sobbing, screaming, yelping in fits as more and more of his cock-meat pressed into her ass.
"Alyeeee!" she shrieked.
His prick was like a big pole. It jammed hard against her relaxed asshole. It felt as if her shitter lining were tearing.
"How does my cock feel, baby-real nice?"
With that Max reached down with one hand and started stroking her clit. He was touching her cunt, brushing his thumb over her tiny clit while stroking the furred edges of her outer cunt labia. It was wild-incredible-feeling a double stroking like that. Both her cunt and asshole were being touched and stimulated by him.
Cindy's cunt was almost crying out to feel his cockhead. It was shameful, but true-she wanted to feel him fucking her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, no, no-take your prick away," she groaned into the soft pillow.
She felt the obscene slickness of his cock slicing into her ass. Consciously easing the tight grip of her ass on his prickhead, she waited for more of his cock to enter. She was growing accustomed to his ass-fucking the way she'd grown accustomed that night to his cherry-popping.
"Man, oh man, your ass is nice and tight and hot," Max growled, lowering his head and biting the back of her neck.
Cindy moved her ass from side to side, feeling a sensuous drag on her cuntlips with each movement either she or Max made. For one wild moment, she felt that if there were some way she could show him how well her cunt would wrap around his cock, maybe he'd give her his prick in the right fuck-hole.
But then, she realized that Max knew how it felt to fuck her cunt. He had chosen her ass to humiliate and hurt her. She groaned, clawing at the floor, wishing she were dead, wishing she could somehow drop through the floor and disappear forever.
The thought that she was shaming herself, disgracing her family settled on her sex-fogged brain for a moment. Her mother's daughter! She laughed bitterly between her groans. Perhaps her mother was a good woman. But now she saw her own true colors as Max had seen them. She was a hot little slut, and all a man had to do was stroke her and she was off and running and panting like a bitch in heat, nearly yelping at him for his cock for his cock to fuck her cunt-and now her ass!
"Aggghhh!" she grunted.
His cock was splitting her ass wide open. She could swear her shitter was tearing-ripping apart. The pain from his gradual fuck was reaching higher in her ass, spreading to all parts of her body. Cindy's belly turned over while a cramp began in both her upper legs. She cried out again and again, wishing she could kick Max off her back, wishing he'd leave her cunt alone.
He was stroking her clit, pressing that dainty squiggle of cunt flesh down into the surrounding wet membrane only to let it pop up again for more stroking! She growled softly, wiggling her ass sensuously, letting him spear more of his cock into her shitter.
"That's it, baby," he moaned into her ear. "Move your ass. Come on, stroke my cock with your asshole ... ughhh, yeahh, that's it!"
Cindy felt her legs burning because of their constant rubbing against the rug. She cried out when another inch of Max's cockmeat slipped into her asshole. Oh God, how much more of this can I take? she wondered. How much more is there to go of Max's cock before I feel his fat prickroot settling against my shitter?
"Unnghh ... OOOOHHH!"
Max's wide, flaring prickhead seemed to go on forever. Cindy wept more freely while the slowness of his fucking kept her crying out. She felt his hands sliding up her sides, feeling the flare of her thighs, her narrow waist, and finally, her tits. He had slipped his hands under her chest and was now pinching her tits.
It felt wonderfully wicked having his fingers working over her nipples, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers while rubbing his palms over her tit flesh. Another few inches of cock slipped into her asshole. She could feel some of his wiry cockhairs tickling the sensitive flesh of her cuntlips.
His prick was almost all the way in her ass channel-almost ten throbbing inches of his cock was fucked into her ass.
The thought of having that much cockmeat in her ass nearly made Cindy faint with unholy joy. She choked on another moan while Max rocked his body from side to side, stirring his cock like a giant spoon in her ass.
"Unggghhhh, no! Max, no-oh God, nooo...."
"Come on, baby, come on. Don't give me that no shit. You want my cock-want every inch of it!"
Cindy shook her head violently, finally knocking the pillow away. That was all right as far as Max was concerned. He knew by now that she wasn't about to scream for help. She was far too worked up-too hot to destroy her oncoming orgasm. She was going to cumcum with his horrible prick up her ass.
There was nothing more Cindy could think of to justify what was about to happen other than that she was warming to Max's prick, loving the stretching sensation in her ass combined with the way her stepfather was touching her cunt and pinching her tit.
"Aggghhh!" she gasped.
There was a sudden easing of pressure in her ass. Max was pulling back, dragging his prick out of her shitter. It felt as if he were pulling all her bowels out with his fist. The reversed vacuum sucking at her guts drove her wild. She curled her spine, clawing at the carpeting once more, pleading with her sobs and choked cries for him to stop that awful movement.
Halfway out of her ass, Max flexed his thighs and started driving his cock back into her ass. She bit her lip until she could taste blood. She couldn't even sob now-not with the insistent fuck motions of his slab of prickmeat in her ass. She shoved her ass cheeks up to him, looking for some relief from the obscene stirring inside her shit-chute.
"Yeah, yeah-that's it, come on, cunt, move your ass, move your ass like the hot tail it is," Max growled, licking her ears, then going back to biting her neck until he nearly broke the skin.
He paused again, watching Cindy tremble, waiting to decide which direction he was going to fuck. Then he shoved his prick farther in.
Cindy squeaked, her pussy going into spasms of need. The folding, slippery ring of her shitter was spasming as well. Max's cock was massaging the sensitive nerves of her overloaded ass like a tiny, sucking mouth.
"Unnnghhh...." she grunted as she pressed her tits against his hands, feeling the pain from her pinched tits mix somehow with the pleasure oozing from her cunt and ass.
Her round, firm assmounds flexed against Max's overhanging belly, actually looking for more of the wild fullness that was threatening to split her ass wide open.
"Noooo!"
The sliding of his cock as it moved deeper into Cindy's ass chute, sent shivery thrills through her. She felt her guts filling with her stepfather's cock. Her stepfather! All those stories she'd heard on the television news about sexual abuse were true. She was another victim-another young girl who probably wouldn't be telling anyone about how she had been mistreated for fear of scandal.
She could imagine the smirks on her school friends' faces. They would feel she had encouraged him somehow, had teased him, enticed him into her bedroom. They would say she deserved the fucking she got and shouldn't complain about a little cock-even if it was in the ass!
"Nooo...." she moaned. Max was on a downstroke again. Surely this can't last forever, she thought. He'll have to cum. His body shivered on top of hers as his fingering on her nipples became harder, more frantic. Closing her eyes, she imagined his thick bar of cockmeat in her ass growing until it was the size of a torpedo.
The steady pressure of his cock eased again. She felt his belly resting on her asscheeks, felt his fat hairy balls nestling against the backs of her upper thighs. Then he started pulling his prick back again.
Cindy thought he had to be pulling at least a foot of cockmeat from her asshole. Then he began fucking down again. She shoved her ass back against him, arching her spine. The strange fullness inside her ass was exciting her beyond her wildest imagination. It wasn't at all like the heat in her pussy, though it seemed to be connected somehow.
"Unnghhhhh...." How much longer, how much more would she have to take?
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it ... ughhh! Man, I think I'm gonna be dumpin' my jizz into your fuckin' ... ohhhhhh yeahhhh ... fuckin' ass in a sec!"
The words fired her mind. She felt his cock going deeper in her ass now, past where the last fuck-stroke had stopped. She sucked in a ragged breath, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick went up and up, tilling her until she could swear it was nudging her stomach. The incredible stretching of her shit tube made her belly seem full-pregnant with desire.
"UGHHHHH!" She gagged as Max's ass-fucking became a pounding rhythm that shook her body with each downward stroke.
Sweat covered her body, making her blouse and halter cling uncomfortably to her flesh. And yet, in spite of the pain, she wanted more cock in her ass. She wished in a way he had a club in her ass, fucking her wide open, tearing her open while her cunt spasmed in the throes of violent orgasm. And his prick was close to doing just that. In just a few moments, she knew she'd be cumming-cumming harder than she had the first time when the pain of her burst cherry inhibited her.
Max was back again, shoving his prick into her ass, watching her writhe under him. The tempo of his ass-tearing prick increased.
Cindy squeezed her shitter tightly around his cock, trying to drag more sensuous tingles across her over-stimulated nerves. She didn't care how much his prick, hurt her now-how much she showed herself to be a bitch in rut. She just wanted his cock to drive into her ass until the spinning ball of heat in her bowels and belly exploded.
"UNGNHHHH!"
"Ungnhh!" she screamed as he shoved back and forth, gradually speeding up his cockstrokes until she thought the tissues of her ass were on fire. The hot friction in her ass was like gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed of his fuck-strokes grew, she felt more cunt juice seep from her pussy.
Cindy could feel her cunt clenching up like a fist, her entire body getting ready for a giant cum.
"Yeah, work it out, work it out!" Max growled, digging his knees harder into the backs of her legs while he pinched her nipples cruelly.
Their bodies slapped wetly together as the sounds of that brutal, violent fucking filled the big house.
"NOOOOOO! Noooo!" she screamed as heat sliced into her cunt. The feeling in her cunt built up quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing pistoning of cockmeat in her asshole.
Cindy grunted with the effort of keeping up with Max's fuck-strokes. Her mouth was as dry as cotton while more sweat seeped from her flesh. She was panting, her mind going blank. Nothing mattered any more. Her mother, her friends, everything evaporated under the incredible heat radiating from her cunt and asshole to all parts of her body. She was being fucked-fucked hard and fast.
"Unhghhh...." she moaned as Max's hard bar of cock seemed to slow.
Then, with the sweaty slap of his fat, hairy belly against her asscheeks, Cindy felt him begin his rapid fucking all over again. He was grunting like an animal behind her, ramming his cock deep into her ass with long, rapid strokes. She screamed, feeling something like a firestorm rage in her ass.
"Fuck you, bitch!"
He was falling on top of her, clenching her tits, shaking as if he were having a fit while spraying her ass with his jizz.
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Her tits mashed under his hands while her face kept striking the floor. She was cumming too-cumming so quickly, so hard she could hardly breathe. Fighting for air, she bucked and writhed under him as lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensation in her ass.
Every fading motion of Max's cock heightened the wild torture in Cindy's groin. And then, he was pulling his cock out of her ass.
"NO!" she screamed.
She begged him to keep his prick lodged inside her ass while she worked out the rest of her mind-blowing orgasm.
His outsliding prick paused for a second, then slipped out farther. Cindy wept with disappointment. He was going to torment her in any way he could-this time by destroying her orgasm. She screamed again-her overloaded brain shattering with confusion.
Max's cockhead slipped out of Cindy's asshole. She ground her teeth, feeling her asshole fluttering. Her ass was empty and wet-as empty and wet as her cunthole. She jerked and twitched like a speared animal as he pulled his prick away and rolled off her back. Catching her breath, feeling her asshole shrink back to its tight size, she wondered what was next.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"And then he did ... what?"
Laura was sitting behind her desk, her head in her hands, tears rolling from her eyes. She was afraid for her life, afraid for her daughter. She couldn't keep her fears bottled up inside any longer. And yet, even now, while confessing what Max had been doing to her to her boss, she felt a strange kind of tingle teasing up her clit, making her cuntlips flutter, swell up somewhat, and split open. Pussy juice slicked down her pussy folds and hollows.
Moving her gaze up, Laura felt her nipples tingle and scratch against her bra. Andy Harrington had been so understanding, listening to what must sound like moral garbage. In fact, she was surprised he hadn't fired her for depravity, although, of course, she hadn't told him about her rather positive feelings during Max's torture!
"And you didn't go to the police?" Andy asked, running his finger through his black hair after letting out a long, whistling sigh. The story had been incredible-one that nearly knocked him off the desk he was sitting on.
"Cindy. I was afraid of what he'd do to my daughter if he even suspected...."
Laura couldn't finish the sentence. The thought of her daughter alone with that animal terrified her. Of course, the girl had been having friends come over regularly. Someone, she thought, was supposed to be there tonight. Still, it would be wise for her to go home early.
"I think you'd better get out of there as soon as you can. I'll help you, Laura," Andy said, placing one hand on hers.
She felt a strange sensation rush through her body and mind. It was coupled with something like relief when she looked up and saw his kind blue eyes sparkling down at her. A rush of powerful emotions made her cunt tremble, then wink shut with rising sexual heat.
She should have guessed all along that there had been something there-that Andy wanted to fuck her, but she had ignored it because of her home problems. Her boss! Well, why not?
"Oh, could you? I don't know how ... how I could repay you!"
"There are ways...."
Andy slid off the desk and sat on a typing chair next to Laura. She felt her breathing become labored. Here was relief-someone who was going to end this horrible nightmare, help her and her daughter escape that maniac Max.
Andy couldn't listen to her husband's lies about how hot her pussy had been during all that beating and fucking. She had lied enough to herself during the past three weeks to cover up her previous feelings of lust even to herself. Now, all she wanted to do was go to Andy-let him touch her, fuck her, save her.
"How do you feel about ... well, about men in general now?" Andy asked, fishing for her feelings.
"What do you mean?" Laura asked, turning around and staring wide-eyed at her handsome young boss.
"Well, I mean some women ... after they've gone through what you did, just can't stand the touch of a man for a long time-if ever."
"No ... well, I don't think I could ever go for someone hurting me," she said a little too emphatically. "But otherwise...."
The otherwise was good enough for Andy. He slid closer to Laura, running one hand over her arm. She responded, tracing her fingers over his right leg. Her chest was tightening, her mouth growing dry as her excitement grew.
"Come on. I've got a couch in my office.
Laura could hardly stand, let alone walk. She leaned heavily against Andy's big shoulders, feeling all the strength seeping from her. She knew she should be going home, checking on Cindy. But the girl was probably all right, gossiping like mad with some of her girlfriends from school while Max was out drinking with his trucker buddies, trying to figure out some way to get back into her panties.
Let him drink on! she thought. This would be his last night of peace. I'll threaten him with exposure no matter what the cost. With a man like Andy to stand behind me, I feel I could tackle anything-even an animal like Max!
"In here," Andy said.
Laura remembered all the kind things Andy had done for her-the conversations they'd had over business matters, even over personal ones. Her confusion over her broken marriage had blurred some of those memories, but now that she was walking into the plush dark office, she remembered them and smiled with pleasure. She couldn't do much better than having such a wonderful friend as Andy! Her grim days seemed to be drawing to a close!
Sighing with relief, Laura turned and saw the door closing behind the handsome young executive. She could smell the polish on the oak furniture as he smoothed down his hair and approached her.
"Ummmm ... she moaned.
He had one hand around her waist, the other stroking her thighs. Moving her right hand forward, she slipped her fingers between his legs. He groaned and closed his thighs, trapping her hand in a fleshy vise.
Laura sighed as she felt their strength mashing her hand. Her fingers wiggled, scratching at the thick base of his iron-hard cock. His legs opened, letting her slide her hand up quickly until it was resting on his throbbing prick. Using just the tip of her index finger, she pulled down on the zipper tab, feeling excited at the sound of the opening fly.
"Come on."
"Oh yes, yes," Laura said impatiently, not knowing how much more of this waiting she could take. It had been three weeks-three terrible, awful, honely weeks-without having a cock in her pussy. And now, with the certainty of leaving Max for a life far more tranquil and yet sexually promising, she wanted to begin fucking now.
Andy undressed quickly, throwing his jacket, dress shirt and trousers over the back of one chair. He was sweating profusely with excitement.
"Ummmmm, you smell wonderful," Laura whispered as she breathed in the rich odor of his sweat. "Let me take the rest of your clothes off. Just stand still, and let me strip you, please."
Her fingers were already working on his t-shirt. Before he could say anything, she had it up over his head and off. She ran her fingers down through his curly body hair, then curled them around the white elastic waistband of his jockeys. She brushed her fingers purposely over the throbbing bulge of his prick pushing hard against his piss-flap.
Even in the dark, Laura could see a thick discharge of cock-juice spreading a dark wet spot over the stretched white cotton material of his under pants.
"Ohhhh," Laura groaned, her eyes widening when she realized Andy was as hot as she was. To think he might have been wanting to fuck her all along, and she was simply too blind to see it. She'd make up for it. She'd make him the happiest man in the world. If nothing else, Max taught her several fucking tricks that would surprise her boss.
Pushing down with all her might, Laura backed away when Andy's hairy cock sprang free. His thick, fat prickshaft bobbed up and down in time with the beating of his heart.
The hairy base of his prick was so thick and meaty, Laura couldn't get her fingers to close around it. The sight of his cock made her no pussy clench like a fist, then open slowly with a quivering motion until she nearly dropped to her knees, faint with arousal.
"Now it's your turn."
She felt his fingers working deftly on the buttons of her blouse. Off it came, then off came the bra. She groaned, feeling her big tits swing free, slapping gently against her chest.
"Ohhh yes, yes, yesss...." she hissed between her teeth.
"You don't know how many times I've thought about how you might look naked. I've dreamed about a scene like this," Andy whispered, his words coming out chopped and choked. "And now it's gonna happen ... happen to both of us."
Laura still stared at his cock, almost feeling just how wide it was going to stretch her cuntlips when he hunched it into her cunt. Half-naked now, wearing only her juice-dampened panties, she dropped to her knees, sliding her tongue over his cock and kept on going until she was between his legs.
She sucked Andy's big hairy balls into her hot mouth, and she heard him moaning, felt the shaking of his thick, muscular legs against her face. He was hot-as hot as she was, wanting to fuck badly.
"Yeah, oh yeah, Laura. Yeah!" he cried.
She was teasing his balls with her tongue again, sucking at his nuts gently, then letting them pop free once more. Next, she licked up the hairy in sides of his thighs, circling around his sweaty groin. She licked at his flesh, tasting the salty sweat, smelling the hot animal smell of his cock.
"Oh no, no! Don't do that, Laura. No, shit-I'm gonna pop off if you do that," he warned. "Get up here! Get up."
Laura felt his hands slide under her arms and lift her from the floor. He was tugging at her panties, pulling them down, giving her balance as she stepped from them and stood in the dark, completely naked.
"Beautiful," he sighed, examining her at arm's length.
"Do you like me?" Laura asked a little self-consciously.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered as he felt her hot, lush body rubbing against his for the first time. "How I've always wanted this. How I want to fuck you! I want to get my cock into your cunt so deep, it'll never get out. I want to feel you under me while I fuck my prick inside and blow my load of jism into your pussy!"
His words were more than enough to set Laura on fire. All the time he was talking, he kept his hands working, sliding them over the curves of her body, exploring the flesh he hadn't been able to touch for so long. He let his hands wanted over her tits. He massaged her tits gently, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His hands worked over her body, slipping into every nook until she was panting and sobbing for his cock.
"Oh please, let's fuck. Let's fuck now!" she frantically pleaded. "I need your cock in me. I don't want to be teased. Oh God-fuck me! Fuck me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you," he promised, rubbing the slippery fat head of his cock against her pussy. His hands stayed on her tits for awhile, then slid down behind her to dig into the soft cushions of her ass cheeks.
"Oh yes, yessss," Laura gasped, letting her head fall back and loving the sensation of her hair sweeping over her back.
She was free-free of Max, of his horrible games and his threats, Her pussy spasmed, and she threw her arms around Andy's back, loving him for setting her free, for letting her become at ease with life again.
Laura could feel his big prickhead shoving into her tight cunthole. She wiggled around slightly, her knees bumping against his. She was working his thick cockhead into the tightness of her pussy. As she twisted, her tits rubbed over his hairy chest and the lips of her cunt pulled to one side. Slowly, firmly, his cock worked its way into her dripping fuck-hole.
"Ummmmmm...." she moaned as his prick stretched her cuntlips, shoving them wide apart so her cunt could take his cock.
She felt his throbbing prickhead ease into her hot fuckhole.
"Do it! Fuck me shove your cock in, please. Shove it into my cunt hard!"
She was curling her fingers, dragging them over his big shoulders. She begged him with her voice, with her body. She twisted her hips, trying to get closer and closer to him.
"You really want to fuck bad, don't you?" Andy said, teasing her, pulling his cockhead out.
His prick sprang free of her cunt with a popping sound, bobbing up to rub against the soft flesh of her belly. She moaned, dropping her head forward and resting it against his broad chest.
"Yes, oh yes, please ... God in heaven! Why are you doing this awful thing to me?"
"Just to make the fucking more exciting when I finally slip my prick into you."
His voice made her shiver again.
"Oh Andy, Andy! Don't tease me. I need you, need your cock," she whispered, tightening her arms around his neck.
She was frantic, working her tit tips across his chest. She was using her nipples like spears, digging them into his muscles, working under the thick hair covering his body. Her hips slid forward, and she ground her pussy into his cock. She arched her feet, standing on tiptoe, trying to get her cunt even with the top of his cock. Her clit brushed against his thick throbbing prickshaft. Shuddering, she thought once more she was going to lose consciousness and collapse at his feet.
"Let's get down to work," Andy said, brushing stray strands of his black hair from his eyes and leading Laura to the big brown leather couch next to his desk.
"I always wondered about this piece of furniture," she said, smiling weakly to him as she lay on the cool material and stretched out.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his gaze traveling up and down her body.
In the half-light, her flesh gleamed against the dark material of the couch. She spread her legs wide apart, exposing her curly blonde pussy-hair and her pink cunt between her fat cuntlips.
Andy still stood next to her, his cock standing straight out like a pole.
"Oh please, please," she begged once more.
"You want my cock, Laura?" he growled, reaching down and clamping his fingers tightly around his enormous prick.
When Andy squeezed hard, a droplet of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. Laura licked her lips, wishing she could reach out and touch it. But this teasing-this partial withholding-was part of the game, and she was enjoying it as much as he was.
Reaching down, Andy grasped Laura's soft pussylips. As he squeezed, he flicked one finger over her clit, making it spasm, forcing her to gasp and arch her back, thrusting her cunt up into his hands.
As she lay there squirming, begging, waiting for Andy's prick, he slid onto the couch. Straddling her, he worked his prick into her tight cunt.
It was almost more than Laura could stand. His thick cock pushed through her split fuzzy cuntlips and shoved in.
"Man! Good, good," he sighed.
Laura was going a little crazy. She shoved her ass up, feeling her sweaty body sliding sexily across the wet leather sofa. She loved his cock up in her cunt. She loved the feeling of his balls dangling down low between her legs, brushing against her soft asscheeks. She started shoving her ass up and down, trying to prime his cock into fast, hard fucking.
"Ohhhhh...." she moaned as flashes of sexual fire shot through her body.
"Want it, Laura, want my cock bad?"
"Oh yes, yes, bad...."she echoed, shoving her cunt back up.
He was whispering dirty, sexy things into her ear. He slid his cock back a few inches, then shoved it back into her tight, hot pussy. His ass ground down on the downstroke so he could shove himself against her raw clit. He twisted around between her legs, grinding his prick into her, shoving his groin against her pussylips. He was teasing, working on her clit. His chest pushed into her nipples, working on them at the same time. It felt wonderful having her tits crushed, sanded with his wiry chest hair.
"Andy, Andy...."
Laura was panting his name over and over as he worked into her cunt. Her body blossomed with each stroke of his prick.
"Ohhh, good, good...."she whispered into his ear as she tightened her arms around his upper back and spread her legs farther open.
"Man, man, oh man," he gasped.
Laura was tossing her body frantically around, scratching Andy's back until he was rearing back like a frightened stallion. She felt him shoving his cock in and out, his balls throbbing hard against the base of his cock. She knew his cum was churning, working its way into his prickhead. She could feel the sudden tightness, the jerking against her cunt walls. She was ready for him-ready for him to drop his load of jizz into her sucking cunt.
The heat and stroking had her nerves sputtering, her clit throbbing. He was cumming. The sensation of his cock trembling now, shooting his load of cum was too much.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
The two of them seemed to melt together in a mass of thrusting, sweaty flesh. They fucked, rolling on their sides, then falling back to the original position, their hips grinding together while their arms and legs became entangled. When it was over, Andy rolled onto his side, pulling Laura with him. She cuddled in his arms, completely relaxed.
"Let's fuck again," Andy said, smiling at her.
"Later ... I'm just worried about Cindy, that's all," Laura said, glancing up at the clock and seeing it was nearly eleven-thirty.
"That'll be all over. I'll go home with you in case there's trouble."
"Oh, would you? Oh, thank God! Thank God," Laura mumbled, burying her face in his arms. Her troubles, she believed, were finally over.
CHAPTER NINE
While still half-dazed from the ass-fucking her stepfather had given her earlier, Cindy overhead him on the phone.
Having gotten up, Max had stumbled to the kitchen and rung up Jack, Joe and Paul, the three men involved in the terrible humiliation of her mother.
"Come on, baby, we're gonna see if you're made of the same stuff your old lady is," Max said, walking back into the living room.
Cindy felt her heart sink at the sound of Max's low, cruel voice.
"No-haven't you done enough to me? Oh please, please, just leave me alone, won't you?"
Max said nothing, kicking her skirt over her face. Sobbing, feeling as if God and the world had deserted her, she slipped her underpants and skirt back on. She rose shakily to her feet, bracing herself against the back of the sofa.
"You don't believe your old lady entertained me and some buddies a couple of weeks ago, do you?' he asked, his thick arms folded over his belly.
"No, no, stop it! I won't ever believe you, you ... you pig!" Cindy spat out, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she ever believe that her mother would do something as horrible as what he suggested.
But Max was enjoying her disbelief. He enjoyed watching the uncertainty creeping into her mind, for he could see she was beginning to doubt her earlier tine image of her mother. He smiled, his lips peeling back and revealing those awful yellow teeth.
"Then come on. I've got some proof. I said, MOVE IT!" he snarled, grabbing Cindy's arm and hauling her from behind the couch.
Cindy cried out, Max's fingers bruising her flesh. She stumbled over her own feet, moving from the living room to the kitchen and out the back door to his truck.
"Where are you taking me?" she whined as the pickup bounced from the drive onto the side street.
"Shaddup. You'll find out soon enough," Max said, his fingers tightening around the wheel.
Cindy sat there, her ass still hurting from the rough ass-fuck her stepfather had given her. Several times when they stopped for traffic lights, she thought about jumping from the car, screaming for help. But who would believe her? They'd guess she was some freaked-out kid being driven home by her father. And where were they going? She knew they were heading west now on Wilshire Boulevard, driving past all the exclusive shops in the Miracle Mile District, then heading into Santa Monica.
Max turned south onto Ocean Avenue and continued driving fast until he reached Venice, the broad street narrowing considerably. After more side street driving, he stopped at a small alley-like street, turning off the engine and lights.
"Out!"
Cindy climbed from the pickup, looking around the darkened street nervously. It was lined with dented trash cans and smelled of old garbage. In the near distance, she could hear the steady roar of the ocean, could smell the pungent odor of salt spray.
"Inside here."
Cindy walked into the same garage her mother had walked into three weeks ago.
"This is the little bitch I told you about."
Joe, Paul and Jack were there, drinking beer, half-drunk with the suds while eyeing the blonde teen with eagerness.
"Who ... who are they?" Cindy asked, jumping at the sound of the door closing behind her.
"Friends of your old lady," Max growled.
Cindy saw the three men grinning at her.
"Yeah, we know your mother," Jack said, reaching down and rubbing his cock through his levi's. "We all fucked her before. Man, she was a hot number, especially after we worked her over. You like that, baby?"
Cindy's eyes widened, her breathing becoming labored as Jack and the others told her what they'd done to Laura.
"No, no, NO!" Cindy screamed, turning around and clapping her hands over her ears.
Max pulled her arms away, reaching up and slapping her soundly across the face. She staggered to the left from the force of the blow, her hair whipping across her face.
"Now shut up, bitch. You know the whole fuckin' story. We know what your old lady's like. Gonna find out today if you're like that. Call it a kind of scientific experiment," Max said, leering at her.
She felt Max place one hand between her shoulder blades and shove her forward. She stumbled, regained her balance, then stumbled again with another forced shove.
Jack was the first to come onto her, reaching out and curling his fingers around the front of her blouse. He pulled down hard, sending a shower of white pearl buttons into the air. Her blouse hung limply down her shoulders, pulled from her skirt, revealing the starched white cups of her bra. She yelped, covering her chest with both hands.
Paul was next, moving behind Cindy while his buddy held her arms. She cried out, her body swaying violently from side to side as she bent her arms, twisting them, doing anything to break free. He slipped three fingers under the elastic band of her bra and pulled, tearing the material. She felt the cups loosen around her tits, then slide down. She was naked now from her waist up.
Joe was working on her skirt now, tugging it down after ripping the zipper open. Next came her panties.
"Hey, you fucked the little bitch at home, didn't you?" he asked, seeing a thin white trickle of cum oozing from her still-stretched asshole.
Max shrugged, tearing open the top of a can of beer and chugging down a swallow.
"Sure, why not? She's mine ... by law, anyway," he said, swallowing more beer.
"Come on, let's fuck her the way we did the old lady-you know all three at the same time," Jack said, making Cindy shiver with his hellish stare.
"All ... at the same time?" Cindy repeated, her wide eyes glistening with tears. The thought of her mother submitting to these animals sickened her more than anything Max had done to her.
"Yeah, and she dug it-dug getting fucked in the ass, suckin' off cock, and getting her pussy reamed out," Paul said, rubbing his prick, remembering.
"No, no, you're all lying. My mother wouldn't do anything like that!"
But something inside Cindy told her the men were telling the truth. She wanted to get out of there and run-run naked through the garbage-strewn streets of Venice sobbing and crying for her lost innocence.
"Come on."
"No, no, no!"
"The little bitch's afraid of us. She's gonna need more exposure."
Jack reached for her hips, shoving her back until she slammed against a wooden ladder that led to the overhead garage crawl space.
"Hey, tie her down! Tie her down there," Max said, suddenly struck with an idea.
Paul and Joe moved quickly, threading three-foot line around the ladder, then tying double square knots around the backs of Cindy's wrists. In moments, she' found her hands bound tight to the wooden ladder.
"Now the ankles."
Jack moved back to Max, whispering quietly while his buddies finished binding Cindy's feet. She felt her heart skipping beats while she struggled futilely against the ropes. The material chafed her flesh and slowed down the circulation to her fingers and toes. Jerking her head first in one direction and then the other, she watched helplessly as the men finished their job.
"Let's see if she likes heat. She did awhile ago back at the house," Max said, fishing in his shirt pocket for some matches. "Her old lady dug it. Them firecrackers sure heated up her pussy!"
Firecrackers! Were they joking? Cindy saw from their faces that her mother had been as much a victim of their sadism as she was now. Why didn't mother say something then-take me away from the house before Max had dragged me like some sacrificial virgin to the altar? she wondered.
Sliding her gaze to the right, Cindy saw her stepfather and Jack approaching her, candles in their hands. She whimpered, twisting against the ropes that pinned her to the splintery ladder. She was going to be fucked again-by those burning candles! The orange flames flickered, reflected in her wide glassy pupils.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, horrified. Max laughed, waving the burning candle from side to side inches in front of her flaring nostrils. Her gaze followed the fire. Her forehead wrinkled, and her veins distended around her throat as she shrank back from the heat. Is he going to disfigure me, burn my face off? She wondered. She put nothing past her stepfather now.
And below, Jack was moving the fire near her navel, letting the pointed tip of the orange flame barely brush over the blonde fuzz covering her belly.
Again, Cindy felt herself reacting sexually to this awful abuse, this threat of horror. The smell of her arousal and the men's sweat seemed to fill the small room. When Max brought the candle up to her eyes again, she whimpered, banging the back of her head against the ladder. Her fingers worked against the rope while her toes fanned out until they cramped. She felt splinters digging into her soft asscheeks as she moved them from side to side, desperately trying to loosen the tight ropes holding her prisoner.
Her big tits rose and fell as she gulped in air in shallow bursts. The smell from her cunt grew stronger and stronger as Jack reached up and stroked her pussy with the back of one hand, still keeping the flickering candle near her belly. She felt a cramp starting somewhere between her pussy and stomach.
"She's got a nice, pretty cunt. You sure you just fucked her that one time?" Jack asked, pressing his knuckles against her fuzzy, swollen cuntlabes and watching as pussy juice seeped from her fuck-hole.
"Yeah. She's been having a bunch of her friends around all the time just to keep me away, I think."
"No, no, don't do ... don't hurt me," Cindy moaned as she felt heat close to her cuntal hair. Some burning wax dripped onto her thighs. Her cunt cramped shut while her thigh muscles tightened.
"Don't do what? Baby, none of us are gonna hurt you," Jack said, watching as Max passed the candle to Paul and moved back into the background.
Jack was incredibly aroused. As he passed the candle between Cindy's legs, his nuts filled and strained against his trousers. The smell of her singeing pussy-hairs was like an aphrodisiac.
"Unghhh!" she cried.
Her belly swelled while her head snapped from side to side. A terrified shriek ripped from her throat as she felt the fire touching her cunt hairs, burning them back until her moist cuntmeat was exposed. It felt as if her world were coming to an explosive end. She screamed and cried, beating her body as much as she could against the ladder, sobbing for these animals to stop their horror before they killed her.
"Come on, Joe. It's a real trip," Jack said, backing down and handing the half-burned candle to his buddy.
The squat redhead took it, holding it an inch from Cindy's cunt. Tallow now dappled her cunt thicket. He brought the fire closer, watching her pussy hairs turn black and curl back as the heat advanced.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed.
She began to babble and shiver as the heat seemed to be licking at her inner cuntlips. She cried out, her head tossing from side to side, her fingernails clawed along her thighs as she waited for her cunt-hairs to catch fire. The fire hissed as some of her cunt-juice dripped onto the flickering candle.
"Man-hot-real hot!" Joe said.
"Yeahhh," Paul agreed, moving the candle in front of Cindy's glazed eyes.
"I've got a bargain for you, slut," Joe said, sucking in his lower lip and biting down hard. "I won't burn your pussy. But you gotta stay still."
Cindy wept as he spoke. She watched as he fumbled with his jeans, dropping them to the floor. He straddled her as best he could, holding onto her hips and starting to slip his cock up and down her greasy cunt slit.
Cindy wished she could wrap her arms around him, hold him tightly to her body while he fucked her. Where had her modesty gone-where had her sense of pride disappeared to? She didn't want it to be found. All she cared about now was her aching cunt. Confusion whirled about in her head as the flames flickered near her tormented body. "Ohhhh
"Yeah, man, oh yeahhh," Joe sighed.
With a greasy pop, his cockhead worked into her cunt, reaming out her pussy. She felt her tingy cunt muscles spasm, felt them cramp and inch around the big man's prick.
"Unnnhhh. Man, this girl's gonna cut off my prick with her fuckin' ... oghhghh ... pussy," Joe groaned, sweat dripping down his face.
"Told you, just like the old lady," Max said, pleased his stepdaughter was performing so well.
"Shit!"
Joe was hammering away at Cindy's clit, fucking her hard with his cock. She thought she was going to die from pleasure. He had handed the candle to Paul, who was standing behind him, watching his buddy's asscheeks flex, watching the girl's eyes glaze over more and roll up into her head as she was fed more and more cockmeat.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Cindy groaned with each powerful fucking thrust.
"FUCK!" Joe cried as he started cumming.
Cindy could feel something very hot and sticky spattering against the walls of her pussy. She clenched her thighs as best she could, closing her eyes and letting her cunt muscles milk his cock. A spasm shot through her cunt, taking her breath away as more and more of his wonderful hot white jism filled her pussy, then oozed out like slime from around his throbbing prick.
Cindy's knees rubbed together while she fanned out her toes and dug her nails into her thighs. The ropes chafed her flesh as she writhed against her bonds. She wished that for just a moment, she could free herself of the ropes, hold that wonderful trucker who was firing her pussy up with his prick.
And then it was over. Joe was pulling his prick out, tugging at her inner cuntlips with the flanges of his fat cockhead. There was a little squishy sound when his cock slipped from her cunt, dragging more of his jizz with it.
Cindy shivered. She felt so alone, so empty now. It was unbelievable! Were they all going to do this? Were they all going to fuck her as they'd done to her mother?
"Slip her down a little lower. I got an idea," Paul said.
Joe and Jack loosened the bonds, shoving Cindy down until she was sitting on the dirty garage floor. Leaving her legs free for the moment, Jack retied her hands to the bottom rung of the ladder. Paul had already opened his Levi's and stroking his prick with one hand while handing the two candles to Jack.
"Put them down there between her legs. I wanna see just how much of a fuckin' suckin' cunt the bitch has," the young trucker said, bending his knees while moving in front of her.
Cindy looked up and found herself staring cross-eyed at Paul's fat prickhead. She saw more drops of pre-cum oozing out of his piss-slit and dribbling down in clear strings toward the floor. She was going to have to suck his cock. She knew this, could sense it from seeing the crazed look in his eyes. She could smell his cock, could smell that sharp, thick male odor, it triggered her off into high heat, made her pussy muscles cramp.
"Come on, baby. Don't be shy," Jack said, moving the flames of the candles briskly over her white, shivering thighs and laughing when he saw her swivel her ass around.
"She ain't gonna be talkin' much-not with this mother shoved down her throat," Paul said, giving his prick one more loving stroke before squatting down a little more.
Cindy cried out when he rubbed his cockhead along her lower lips. She tasted the sharp salty flavor of his cum. And then he tried to shove his prick in!
CHAPTER TEN
"If she does something weird like bite, shove the candles up her cunt," Paul said, staring down at the young girl before ramming his cock down her throat.
Cindy could feel the warmth around her cunt while the redhead eased his cock forward. His prick seemed to grow steadily larger. It seemed it would never stop growing.
"No, no, please...."
The young girl turned her head away, closing her lips tightly. Paul wasn't about to be put off. Reaching down, he jerked her head toward his prick and squeezed her mouth open. Snarling in anger, he squeezed harder, smiling while tears rolled down her cheeks.
He was hurting Cindy, pressing against her jaw so hard, she thought he was going to break it. Then he eased up, sure she wasn't going to give him any more trouble. The flames flicked in toward her pussy, singeing more of her cunt-hairs. She remembered the warning. They were going to burn her cunt up if she tried anything other than meek submission.
"I ... I won't do anything. I'll suck your cock, she whispered, flushing beet-red at having said that awful sentence.
Paul smiled.
"That's what I like-a real nice slut," he said, enjoying her terror and degradation while he inserted his cockhead between her lips.
Cindy retched, swallowing hard, the taste of his sweaty, slimy prick in her mouth made her choke. He reached down and slapped her face to keep her from retching more. The weight of his cock scraped over her teeth and once more, he warned her he'd have that candle stuck up her cunt if she bit.
Cindy had no thought of biting down. Her cheeks were puffing out while more and more of his prickmeat was shoved in. How can women do this all the time? She wondered. She had heard from some of her girlfriends that sucking a boy's cock was the greatest. It was supposed to be a lot of fun, and you didn't have to worry about getting knocked up.
The guys seemed to like getting head, as her girlfriends called it, almost better than fucking. Cindy could well understand why a man enjoyed it. But a woman? She'd have to reserve her judgment on that until later.
"Ughhhh ... yeah...." Paul rasped.
Relaxing a little, Cindy let his cock fill her mouth. The veins on his prick were throbbing, wiggling against her tongue and teeth. It was almost like eating worms, she thought.
His fat prick rubbed along the insides of her cheeks. He was an animal-an animal forcing himself onto her in the worst possible way. She could feel his prickhead going back farther, farther, inching toward her tonsils. Then he was moving back, sliding his cock out along her tongue.
She breathed through her flared nostrils, relaxing a bit while his prickhead rested on her lower lip.
He was looking down, enjoying the sight of the bound, helpless girl under him with part of his cock shoved in her mouth. Shuddering once more, he tensed his hips and pushed his cock in again.
"Ogghhh!" Cindy gagged.
Paul was sliding back and forth now, each forward fuck-thrust shoving his cock in a little farther, a little deeper. Cindy's mouth was coated with his jizz, some of the cum oozing down her throat and making her swallow. At times, she could feel his balls slapping against her chin, feel his wiry cockhairs brushing against the sensitive flesh of her nostrils.
She knew he was going to be firing his load of cum into her mouth, expecting her to take it. Would it be as massive as Joe's? she wondered. Will I be able to swallow all that cum without throwing up on his groin? If I do something like that, wouldn't they shove those burning candles now flickering at my upper thighs in my cunt?
Cindy felt the pressure of his cock against the back of her throat. His prick was all the way in, reaming out her mouth. He was swearing at her, holding her head with both hands while pounding her mouth with his cock. His knees were shaking, his asscheeks flexing and relaxing, then flexing again as his cock fucked her throat.
Spittle oozed out around the corners of Cindy's stretched mouth, dribbling down her chin. Paul was fucking faster and faster, his cockhead regularly striking the back of her throat. She swallowed the mixture of spit and jizz, shutting her eyes and feeling herself becoming hot all over.
It was incredible, but she was feeling herself becoming worked up, excited by her attacker's heated mouth-fuck. Some of the girls were right. This was a trip. She could see now why getting fucked in the mouth could be a turn-on, although she thought that having her pussy fucked was far more exciting.
"Unnghhhfff!" she grunted.
She dug her fingernails into her palms, waiting for the onrush of jizz that would spatter against the back of her sucking throat. To increase the sensations, she began moving her tongue around, sliding it sensuously over the big ridge that ran along the underside of Paul's eight-inch prick.
"Ohhhh yeah, gimme suck my cock!" he rasped, throwing his head back and hammering his groin against her face. "Yeah, come on! Move that tongue ... Ughhhh ... yeah, move it like that! Fuck, this little bitch is too much!"
The room was filled with the slick sucking sounds of his mouth-fucking. Grunting, sweat trickling down his face, he was going wild.
Cindy was having a difficult time breathing. He was fucking her throat hard, rubbing his groin over her face, laughing at her as she struggled to catch a breath of air.
"That's it, bitch, come on! Try and breathe!"
Her teeth scraped over his prick. She could tell by the way he was breathing, by the way his legs shook in front of her that he was very, very close. In a moment, she could expect to taste his jizz rushing into her mouth, filling it up, seeping from the corners and dribbling down.
At that thought, Cindy felt her nipples twinge again. Her cunt was itching terribly. She visualized herself sucking off Jack, the handsome, heavily hung trucker. The mental image excited her, and her cunt itched and burned with more intensity.
His fat cock banged hard against the back of her throat, making her pussy burn all the more. She felt those candles singeing more hairs along the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
Then, opening her eyes and peering around Paul's hammering thighs she saw Jack standing to one side. He had placed the candles in one spot in front of her cunt and was watching the fire as it flickered toward her cunthole.
"Ogghgghh!" she grunted.
"Man, man, CUM!" Paul cried.
He went crazy, digging his hands so hard against the sides of her skull, she thought he was going to crush it.
"Fuck her! Go on, shoot in her!" Jack yelled, watching with interest what was going on with the candle.
Cindy was twisting as much as she could, her entire body shaking. This had been the second time a man had cum and left her high and dry. She could taste the sour flavor of his cum as it gushed out and coated the back of her mouth and throat. He was cumming, filling her mouth up with his jism. And all the while, her cunt was convulsing, close to the ultimate orgasm but not quite there.
Her blonde, hairy cunt mound touched the hot candle now. Her thighs closed around the dripping shaft, forcing it to tip over.
"Man, she's goin' after anything," Jack said, watching Cindy move her legs.
"Ohhhhhhhh man, man," Paul whispered.
Cindy moved the candles forward, feeling the flames of both licking at her cuntlips and burning her curly cunt-hair. The fire in her pussy, however, was stronger and consumed her with a wild rage. Her throat opened and the jizz boiled down into her belly while her cunt sucked in the heat of the candles.
"Unghhhh...."she moaned.
She was beyond anything that could be called rational. She needed something in her pussy-something to take care of that awful itch that was driving her mad! Overcome with sexual madness, she clenched her thighs tightly, moving the candle up toward her pussy. More cunt juice seeped out, putting out the double flame with a hiss.
Jack laughed at her. She had to have the candle in her cunt-had to have something in her pussy to ease the burning itch assailing her clit!
Cindy was still gripping the candle sticks with her thighs. By flexing them, she managed to insert a candle tip between her pussy labia.
As Paul kept shooting his jizz into her mouth, she sucked hard on his throbbing cock, working the candles back and forth against her cumming clit.
"She's fuckin' herself," Max said, pointing at the bobbing candles.
"Yeah, real nice," Jack commented.
Cindy's joyful cries were muffled around Paul's hammering prick. She drank all of his jizz, her throat working quickly to keep up. In a corresponding fuck rhythm, she stroked her cunt muscles, locking them on the candles and the burned-out tips.
The still-warm ends scorched her clit, increasing the feeling pounding there. The candles were imbedded halfway up her cunt when Jack bent down and grabbed them and rammed them in and out rapidly like a cock.
It was too much for her to take. Her knees flexed up, nearly knocking Paul over as he finished dumping his load of jizz into her mouth.
"Man, she's going nuts. Didn't know emptyin' my balls down her throat would make her like this," he said, pulling out his prick.
Cindy cried out again and again as Jack fucked her with the candles, purposely angling them up to keep the slick sides in constant contact with her clit. She was becoming exhausted, cumming and cumming and cumming, her knees jerking up, falling back down, then jerking up while her legs beat wildly against the floor.
When he felt she'd had enough, he pulled the waxy pricks out, throwing them in one corner while she came down from her sexual high.
"Aaaah," Cindy sighed.
"That's a good little slut," Max said, laughing at his stepdaughter's plight. "She's just like her old lady ... looks like she's had enough. But just watch, man, she's gonna be ready for more fucking in a while."
Jack was rubbing his cock through his pants, watching Cindy as she panted to regain her breath. She was defeated and broken-the way he liked his women; the way they all liked their women.
"Please, let me go!"
"Not yet, baby," Jack said thickly. "No way in hell yet!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jack was the last to fuck Cindy. Paul and Joe had gone over to Max and pulled out more beer from a portable freezer they had brought along for the party. Jack stripped meanwhile, reaching down afterward and untying the frantic girl.
"Ohhh...."she sighed. It felt so good having those ropes removed from her ankles and wrists. She rubbed her hands together, trying to get the circulation back going.
"Don't worry about that. When I get through with you, your pulse is gonna be goin' fuckin' fast," Jack said, his eyes narrowing.
He grabbed Cindy's ankles and pulled her down from the ladder, his fingers digging hard into her legs. Her head struck the concrete floor, the blow dazing her temporarily. She wasn't able to fight back-wasn't able to do anything except submit ... do what she secretly wanted to do all evening.
"Fuck, man! She's so hot, she's gonna fry my cock up," Jack commented, rolling on top of her.
Cindy moaned, feeling her head clearing a bit from the heavy blow as Jack was pulling at her stiff, rubbery nipples. She could feel his hot, stiff prick, as rigid as a crowbar, butting around near the mouth of her cunt.
Cindy groaned, spreading her legs apart. This was going to be far better than the candles-than any fuck she had had so far. She was really worked up to a fever pitch, worked up to the point she was sure she would snap off Jack's prick with her cunt muscles.
"Bitch, bitch," he moaned, biting her neck, her ear, and the side of her face while he pinched her tits mercilessly.
He slowed the bucking, weaving thrusts of his cock, pressing his prick against her pussy. He let out a long sigh.
"Oh no, no! I can't take much more of this," Cindy whined, lying through her teeth.
They had turned her into a fucking machine, stripped away what shreds of pride she had left after her stepfather had raped her. Now they could do what they wanted to her, and she loved it.
She was rolling her shoulders, pressing the large firm cones of her tits against Jack's chest while his fingers returned to her nipples. He twisted and pinched her tit-mounds at times, making her yelp, making her snap her legs together while he kept on hunching his prick over her fuzzy, cum-slicked pussy.
The rough handling excited her. She moved her ass sensuously. Jack was panting in her ear, flicking his tongue into it, then moving his mouth down the side of her neck and sucking hard. She shivered, curling her spine, waiting for the thrust of his prick into her sucking pussy.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, her head rolling from side to side.
Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks as she drew her knees up, spreading her thighs, doing everything she could to make Jack's fucking of her cunt easier.
"You want my cock so bad? Then take it!"
With a powerful downward thrust, Jack sent his hard, hot cock ripping through Cindy's cunt. It was more than she could stand. She threw her arms and legs tightly around him, her mind bleaching white with delight. She spasmed, climaxed, then spasmed again, every nerve ending alive.
"No, no, no!" she screamed.
She was so confused, so mixed up.
"Come on, baby, move that ass," Jack said, half his prick inside her cunt now.
"Oh yes, yes! Fuck!" she cried hysterically, her ass wriggling for more.
There was nothing more worthwhile in the world than fucking. Fucking was all there was-all that was gold in the universe. Without fucking, there'd be nothing to live for. These and other thoughts rushed through the confused girl's mind as Jack kept on fucking her brutally.
Again and again, he slapped her across the face, grunting, sweat spilling from his face and dripping onto her jiggling tits while he fucked her cunt with his cock. The feel of his fingers hitting her cheeks, causing them to heat up as if he'd held the candles to her face, made her grunt with satisfaction.
She liked this feeling, loved it. In her heart, she knew she'd loved that fucking her stepfather had given her before. Now it was all coming back to her-the fear, the pain, the fabulous sensation of having her cunt stretched by his long and thick prick while his balls pumped out thick, white creamy jizz.
"Ungnhhhh...."
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah. Fuck it out, fuck it out," Jack whispered, digging his fingernails into her ass so hard, he nearly broke the flesh.
Jack's cock was fucking faster and faster. He finally pushed his prick all the way up, his cockbush tangling in Cindy's cunt hairs. Cindy felt the rising throb of her clit as his belly scraped and banged against it.
"Uggghhh!" she shrieked as the hot friction in her cunt made her nerve endings feel as if they'd been stung.
But Cindy didn't care. The young trucker's excitement communicated itself to her, made her into a wild animal. She felt the tightening in her pussy, the heat welling out toward her fingers and toes. She rolled her hips around, flexing one ass-cheek at a time. The sensuous heat gathered as she swiveled her pussy around his hammering prick.
Jack rammed his cock into her cunt. His hands left her nipples, moving to the tense muscles of her ass. He picked up her ass, holding her hips still while ramming his cock hard into her.
"In! Ugggh! In!"
Cindy was turning into the cheapest kind of woman imaginable. She loved the hard, bruising thrusts of his hipbones against the top of her cunt mound. The sensations inflamed the rising hunger in her pussy. Her clit sent tongues of heat through her lower belly. More and more hot tightness filled her until she began to curl her back, thrusting her cunt up toward him.
The pistoning cock in her cunt knocked her body from side to side. She twisted her hips like a madwoman, working Jack's cockhead deeper into her cunt. She felt the tight, hot tension rising up her spine like the red mercury in a thermometer. Just a little past that top line, and the heat would blast into her brain.
"Ogghhh!" she gasped, her mouth opened wide as she dragged in mouthfuls of air.
She rammed her thighs against Jack's, oblivious to the dull pain of the impact. She struggled to bring herself off, knowing that the swelling, jerking prick in her pussy was about to pop off.
"Yeah, come on, fuck it out!"
Cindy gritted her teeth. She did what she could, sending all her will power down to the ring of muscles surrounding her cunt mouth. She tightened her wet cuntflesh, milking hard at Jack's cock. Any second now, she knew she'd feel a hitch in his fucking strokes. She would feel his cum splashing against her pussy walls.
And then it happened. What she knew would happen happened. She felt a blast of cum against her pussy walls. It set off explosions in her pussy. The walls of her cunt clenched around his cum-spewing cock, massaging his wide prickhead. Every muscle in her body moved with the huge contractions of her cunt, rocking her like storm waves. She gasped and grabbed for the trucker, her ragged fingernails slicking long red furrows in his back.
"Man, she's a tigress! She's gonna rip my back up!" Jack wailed.
He had been storing cum up for days. The jolting blasts of his prick seemed to go on and on, driving her higher.
She thought there must be pints of the cum pouring into her, stretching her cunt. The continuing peak of her climax took everything from her mind except her wrenching ecstasy.
The hands on her ass unclenched. She finally felt herself lowered to the floor. Her cunt squeezes slacked off, tapering down to a soft milking action. She tried to stop Jack by covering his hairy ass with both hands. But his prickhead popped out anyway, dragging a string of cum with it. She heard him whisper something as he rolled away, stuffing his cock back into his levi's when he stood up.
"Nearly eleven-thirty ... maybe past. The damned watch isn't working. Why don't you guys get out of here, and I'll take the little bitch home," Max said.
The truckers all muttered something, Paul picking up the portable freezer and dragging it behind him as they left the garage.
Cindy lay on the floor, cum on her mouth and her thighs, oozing from her cunt. They had fucked every hole she had, had not left one square inch of her body untouched. The thought that her innocence was gone, torn from her against her will, made her sob for awhile.
Then she stopped, drawing one hand over her eyes, concentrating on the phantom feeling she still had of Jack's prick fucking her-the feel of his balls dragging over her thighs. Fucking was wonderful, marvelous! She was a woman now, even though Max had forced her into her role.
"Fucking," she whispered, her thin lips curling into a smile.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of shouting. There was a fight going on. In a moment, all was quiet again, and her mother was rushing in. Behind her was a strange, handsome man.
"Oh God, God!" Laura shrieked.
She stopped by the door, her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. Then, overcoming her revulsion, she ran to her daughter's side and hugged her tightly.
"They're gone, baby, gone. They won't be back. We're going to get out of here. We're ... oh God!"
"Mother, did those men do the same things to you?" Cindy asked slowly, pulling away from Laura's embrace and staring her squarely in the eye.
Laura hesitated, bit her lower lip, then nodded silently, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Yes, dear, but...."
"I ... just wanted to know. I didn't want to feel like a freak."
"Oh no, no! You're no freak," Laura said, glad Andy had chased Max off with threats of the police.
They would get away from the filth and degradation of her husband. That marriage had been a disaster-one that had nearly destroyed both her and Cindy. Now she and her daughter would escape, get away. Perhaps things with Andy might progress to something serious.
"Let's get out of here," Andy suggested, finding some cloth and throwing it over Cindy's naked shoulders.
The ordeal had been terrible-a horror to Cindy and her mother. But as the girl turned around and stared at the garage for the last time, then moved out to the clean, cool night, she hoped her mother hadn't seen the slight smile on her lips.
"Then you knew where I was when you came home from work, and I was gone?" Cindy asked, getting into her mother's car. Andy was behind them.
"Don't even talk about it again. Yes, damn it! I knew, I knew," Laura said, hammering her fists on the wheel.
"Don't worry, Mother, it'll be all right. She stroked her mother's hair, wondering if her words were true or only hopeful. Who could tell-considering the fires still smoldering in both women's cunts?
