The crime rate in this country has been rising rapidly. Every day there are instances of brutal rapes and murders occurring in your streets and countryside. Rape and kidnapping are becoming as common as shoplifting and auto theft.
Recently there were three separate incidents in which hostages were held in one major city. Some of the criminals claim to sacrifice human life for political causes or demands. There are other types of criminals-the psychopaths venting their frustrations on other human beings.
Wendy Urban is one of the innocent victims of such degenerate individuals. Her situation proves that otherwise normal women-like her mother, Ann, can also become involved in rather unsavory goings on. Wendy herself has the attitude, as most girls do, that nothing can happen to her.
WHIPPED MOM AND DAUGHTER is the story of a girl degraded and used in every way by demented men. It is a contemporary story of the possible dangers facing every one of us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Leave me alone!"
Wendy Urban shrank back, covering her full thirty-six-inch tits with both hands. The torn edges of her blouse fluttered like banners from either shoulder. Stumbling over her own feet, Wendy stared in disbelief at Jack Hennessey. He was supposed to be her mother's boyfriend and he'd seemed nice, even though Wendy wasn't certain if she liked having her mother date, even if it had been two years since her father had died.
"Why? You keep movin' that sweet little ass around here all the time, teasin' me," Jack said, smirking at her.
Wendy shuddered, feeling suddenly unclean. Oh, if only her mother were here! "My mother . . . "
"Is gonna be home late. I know," Jack said, his thin lips curling into a cruel smile. "She's working late at the hospital. So . . . "
Wendy felt frantic, more frantic than she'd ever felt in all her young life. She stared at the big man standing there some ten feet away from her. He was tall, nearly six two with short, curly black hair and a trimmed mustache. His broad, tanned face was a mask of rugged, cruel handsomeness. A patch of black wiry hair peeked over the top of his clean white cotton t-shirt. Both the shirt and his faded Levi's were stretched tightly over his thickly muscled frame. He was good-looking, Wendy admitted, but there was something about him, something Wendy found crude and yet-exciting! What was her mother doing dating someone like this?
"I'll call her now," she said firmly, making a move toward the hall phone.
"Don't think so."
Jack stretched out one hand, grabbing her by the wrist and holding her tightly. Wendy winced, her forehead wrinkling as she felt the strong fingers gripping and twisting her arm.
"You're . . . hurting me!"
Bending slightly at the waist, the blonde teen twisted her body to the right, pulling back, trying to wriggle out of the painful grip.
"That's the point, cunt. I'm gonna work you over so you won't tell your old lady I fucked you tonight," Jack muttered.
"Fucked?"
Wendy's mouth opened wide. She pulled her arm back, feeling Jack loosen his grip on her wrist. Is that what he said? She shook her head, passing one icy hand over her forehead. In the background she could hear the television droning on. Why had she so foolishly let him in?
"You got it, baby. Gonna fuck you the way I've been fuckin' your old lady. She digs it and so will you," Jack said, wiping one hand across his lips.
Wendy felt dirty again. She wanted to tell him to get away from her, to march right out of the house. But something kept her from doing a thing. Maybe it was the fact that secretly, in her heart of hearts, Wendy was attracted to Jack and wanted him any way she could have him.
Seeing her freeze, Jack made his move, stepping around the leather recliner and gathering her up in his arms. Wendy snapped to, struggling weakly, curling her fingers and beating the fists against his pecs. Jack held her with his steel-banded arms, laughing at her desperate, failing attempts to twist away.
Struggling, Wendy felt her other sandal slip from her foot. He was squeezing her close, her tits nestling tight against him. Why was her heart pounding so hard? Why was it becoming difficult to breathe? To her shame Wendy had to admit that she loved the way his touch made her flesh crawl. Her tits seemed to be growing and she could feel the sensitive tips pushing against the stiff material of her bra cups.
How she wanted to slip her clothes from her body. But that wouldn't be what nice, good girls do. Her mother had told her that many times. Fighting against her own will Wendy twisted against Jack, pressing against the knee that was trying to spread her legs apart.
"Ohhh, you're hot for a fuck, baby. I can tell from the way you're breathin'. You been wantin' someone like me to come along."
"No, no, you're lying!"
"Yeah, right."
He laughed at her again, his blue eyes staring hard at her. They pierced right to her soul, she thought. Wendy shivered. It felt as if every hard inch of his body was pressing into her. A tingling sensation began itching between her legs. It was the same kind of sensation she had felt when she'd been alone in her bed at night, rubbing her fingers over the fuzzy mound between her legs, feeling that itch turn into something far more urgent as she thought about some of the boys at her school. But this was different-it was real!
"Come on, baby. We're gonna have us some fun! Bet you're hot when I get some rope around you," he breathed, nuzzling her neck with his lips.
Wendy shivered again, feeling his warm, stubbly chin rub against her neck. What had he said? Rope? What on earth was he talking about? She pulled away from him again. Only this time her will seemed to be melting. Her body wasn't responding the way she wanted it.
Jake sensed this change and slipped his hand down onto her ass again. As he pulled her tighter against him, he gave a slight hunch to his hips. Wendy groaned as they rubbed together, concentrating on that hot, itchy sensation between her shivering thighs. How wonderfully odd! She curled her toes against the thick blue piling of the living room carpet, feeling the insides of her nostrils burn as she sucked in more air.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
"That's it, kid, moan for it, beg for it like you're goin' nuts."
Jack's touch was firm, almost cruel. And the more brutal he became, the more Wendy wanted him. Having her ass pinched and squeezed felt good. She secretly loved the way he dug into her firm ass-flesh. And oh, the funny things her body was doing now? Her cunt felt so wet and slippery!
And that tingle! Only moments ago it had been small but now it was developing into something much more urgent. Wendy leaned heavily against Jack, actually surrendering her body to him! What kind of girl was she turning into? Did she care? Did she care about anything except the fact that her plump cuntal lips were aching to be touched and rubbed by the man who had been fucking her mother?
"Hot little bitch!" he growled, working his fingers around her ass.
"Oh, don't say things like that," Wendy protested weakly.
"You dig it, baby. You dig being talked to like that, just like your old lady does."
He was nipping her ear lobes, nuzzling his mouth against her neck again. She could feel his hot, panting breath puffing through the tendrils of her blonde hair. Wendy felt her ear growing hot and ticklish while he rocked his crotch against hers. He plowed his iron-hard cock against her cuntal mound and made her love it. Fucking, he said they would be fucking. The thought of having a man on top of her-this man in particular-sent more rills of pleasure through her. "Ohhhhhhh!"
He bent his head forward, catching her lips with his, kissing her hard on the mouth while shoving his tongue against her lips.
"Noooffffffff!"
Doing that was dirty! Her mother had told her that when they talked about sex and about the way boys like to do things. But now the touch of his tongue inside her mouth was making her feel sooooo good! Besides, his strength was simply too much for her. Slowly Wendy opened under that tonguing pressure. As his tongue lashed down her throat, the girl felt his hands become busy again. He was working them down, down until he was pulling her cuntlips apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers along the naked flesh at the edge of her shorts.
Before she could protest Wendy felt those two fingers wiggle under the hem of her panties. As they rubbed over the smooth flesh between her asshole and pussy, Wendy began moaning low and deep. How good it was to feel something so warm and yet so deliciously rough against her tender body! Juice seeped out more and more freely until her panties were soaked with it! it
"Man, you got it really comin' outta you. you want my cock bad."
"No, no!"
But how could she deny the obvious truth? Wendy felt her cheeks flush while that strange, warm tingle crept over her flat, naked belly. What was Jack doing to her? Even now their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together. She could feel the eight hot, throbbing inches of his cock pressing against the soft labia of her pussy! Wendy thought about having something that big, that hard slipping into her body, squeezing into her cunt. The more she thought about it, the more Wendy wanted it to happen. She wanted to have that big stud, the man her mother had been dating, pinning her to the mattress of her narrow bed. She wanted to feel his hands all over her, squeezing her tits, rubbing her cuntlips together while his prick . . .
Then, suddenly, through the red-hot haze that was blurring her mind she remembered the warning from her mother. "If I ever catch you running around with a man before you're twenty I swear I'll turn you out! You don't know them. They all want one thing and they don't care how they get it. Remember that, Wendy."
"Stop it, stop it, please," Wendy cried, twisting away, trying to shove the stud from her, her mother's words ringing in her ears.
"Stop. The way you been actin'? Come on, baby, it'd be easier to stop a freight train!"
He just wouldn't listen. He was kissing her once more, pawing her body. He made his hands crawl up and down her thighs, inching them inward until he was working the gathered cotton material into her sweaty asscrack. Then Jack slid his hands back around to the front, rubbing the damp nylon of her panties up against her swollen cuntlips.
How shocking good that felt! Again the warning of her mother ran through her mind. Gathering what was left of her shredded will, Wendy pushed back, somehow breaking free. Stumbling clumsily over her own feet, she moved quickly around to the back of the sofa, leaving Jack half-stooped over the arm rest. Wendy dropped her eyes to his fly and saw that long tubular bulge running down his right pant leg.
"You' ain't goin' nowhere," he said, watching as the girl nervously eyed the front door.
Wendy flinched, shocked that he'd been able to reach her confused mind.
"Just . . . just leave . . . just leave, and I promise I won't tell mom," she stammered.
"I ain't goin' nowhere till I fuck you good," he promised. "And if you don't wanna try it without a fight, well," he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "that's just what I like."
"Please, get out!"
Raising her voice, Wendy bravely pointed one finger at the door while steadying herself against the back of the sofa with her other hand.
"You gotta be tied down, roped like some Goddamned little heifer, right?"
His eyes were glowing with lust and mischief. Wendy shook her head from side to side, her fingertips digging into the soft blue material of the sofa. Why didn't he just go? Instead Jack came at her, stepping around the sofa quickly and grabbing Wendy by the wrist once again. The girl cried out, twisting her mouth open, shouting for the neighbors.
"Oh God, help, help me! Somebody help me!" she cried over and over.
"Shaddup, you little slut!"
Jack had turned suddenly violent, raising one hand and bringing it down hard, back-handing the shrieking teen across the chin.
"Oooooohhh!"
No one-not even her mother-had hit her like that! The blow stunned the girl into silence, her head snapping back so hard her neck muscles cramped. Wendy twisted halfway around, her knees buckling as she fell toward the floor.
Jack held her up, slipping his hands under her arms and dragging her back away from the couch. Her hair hung in her eyes while her heels dragged over the floor. He was taking her back, back down the hall, back toward her mother's bedroom.
"It's gonna be right and fittin' to have you fucked in your old lady's sack."
The rug burned her feet as Jack kept dragging her back down the hall until they were both going through the mother's bedroom doorway.
He pitched her onto the broad queen-sized bed, rubbing his sweaty palms over his trousers, then crisscrossing his hands and pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his chest. Oh, he was so handsome, so masculine! Her heart contracted with fear and excitement as she lay there prostrate, watching Jack strip. A tingle tweaked her clit, making her shudder.
"Now, we gotta make sure you ain't gonna try nothin' funny like gettin' away while I fuck you," Jack muttered, kicking the door shut. It slammed savagely, the resulting bang making Wendy nearly jump from her skin. He switched on the lock, the moved to a four-drawer bureau to the right of the bed.
"Your mom's been busy buyin' up some toys," Jack said, his lips twisting up again. Wendy cocked her head, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. Toys? What was he talking about? She drew her knees up protectively to her tits, scooting back on the bed until her spine pressed against the headboard. Watching Jack like a frightened small animal, Wendy saw him pull open the top drawer and reach in with one hand. All the time he kept his eyes on her, that threatening prick pressing against his trousers.
"This oughta keep you down," he said, pulling out several lengths of half-inch line from the opened drawer.
"Ropes? What . . . oh no, no, don't touch me, don't touch me with . . . "
Jack was stretching one length of rope between his hands, snapping it, laughing at her as she winced at the popping sound. Wendy looked about frantically. Escape-how could she escape from this crazy person? Seeing her desperation, Jack moved quickly, snapping the rope around her throat and drawing her head back.
"Awk!"
Wendy thought she'd die right there! The hemp chafed her throat terribly, the line pressing hard against her windpipe. Kicking her legs out, the girl twisted helplessly in the death grip. Squeaking out a cry, Wendy drew both hands up, curling her fingers around the rope, breaking one nail as she fought to free herself.
"This is what you're gonna get if you try fuckin' around with me, understand?"
Holding both ends of the rope Jack twisted the line around her fingers, shoving her head against his belly, tightening the hemp around her windpipe. Wendy saw stars popping in front of her eyes while the room began to swim. Oh God, he was going to strangle her right here in her mother's bed!
"Bitch!"
Free! The pressure eased around her throat. Jack pitched her forward, pulling the hemp from around her throat and tucking it between his body and his jeans. In an instant he was on top of her, rolling her onto her ass, reaching up and pinning her wrists back against the sagging mattress. Wendy moaned, feeling his knees pressing against the insides of hers, spreading her thighs wide apart. The hot bulge again! He was humping against her, dry-fucking her while clamping his mouth against hers once more and drilling his tongue deep in her throat.
"Oh God, God, stop this! You don't know what you're doing!"
"I know exactly what I'm doing, slut!"
Jack drew up, reaching down with his right hand and curling his fingers around her halter. After a few tugs he yanked down, tearing the thin blue and red cotton material easily, then wrestling a moment with the sturdier band of her bra. Wendy let out a sharp cry feeling her tits spring in the open. Naked from the waist up! She tried drawing her hands back over her tits but Jack slapped her hands away as he dropped his mouth to her right nipple, taking it easily into her mouth and sucking hard. When he began nipping the tit-tip with his front teeth, the girl screamed like a mad woman.
"Aiyeeeeee! No, no, you're going to kill me, you're going to . . . ughhghhhhhh!"
Striking her with the back of his right hand, he made certain his knuckles bruised her chin. Wendy screamed out again only to be quieted by another open-handed blow across the mouth.
"Better," Jack muttered, dropping back down and holding her tightly by the wrists.
He shoved his face against her full white tits, his front teeth nipping and biting at her red nipples. The sensation of his teeth against her flesh sent daggers of fear and pleasure through the terrified girl. She lay there petrified, afraid to move, afraid even to moan as Jack sucked and bit her tit-tips.
"Now we go for the hard stuff, baby. Just like your old lady," Jack said, backing off and pulling out the rope he had stuffed in his pants.
Wendy watched with widening eyes, wondering what new horrors lay in store for her.
CHAPTER TWO
"My panties!"
Wendy screamed, her hands jerking down, her fingers gripping for the elastic waistband she felt slipping past her knees. Jack was too quick. Pulling the damp briefs from her thighs, the big stud slid them down past her knees, her ankles, her toes. In a matter of seconds Jack had stripped Wendy naked. She lay there, hands crossed over her chest, feeling very vulnerable and ashamed.
"That's your cunt, baby, a nice hot pussy just for me," Jack said, his voice trembling as he crawled back onto the bed.
"No!"
"Pussy," he repeated, his fingers gripping her by the thighs and spreading them apart. Wendy peered down, nervously eyeing the long length of rope still dangling from one hand. She remembered his threat about using the rope on her and wondered what exactly he had meant.
Thoughts of his sadistic comment fled from her mind the second she felt Jack massaging her cunt with sure, tight strokes. His fingers snaked through her pussy-hairs while his breath made the blonde curls rustle like dry weeds in the wind. He could feel his ears brushing against the super-sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and his fingers traced lightly along the tense, rubbery rim of her outer cuntlips.
Wendy closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. Never, never had she felt anything this overwhelming, this exciting before! Swallowing hard, the young teen shifted her thighs from side to side, pushing up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread open completely, moaning under her breath. She felt herself catch fire, running with the hot lava of her cunt-juice. How good it all felt!
"Your cunt's real hot, baby, real hot for a good fuckin'. That's what I'm gonna give it soon as I have a little fun."
Wendy's young mind quickly became overloaded with the rush of delicious sensations that shot up from her cunt. She didn't understand what he meant. Fun with her? She moaned again, feeling Jack pulling her down on the bed. All will and strength needed to fight him had evaporated under the rising heat of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh . . . "
Wendy felt him rubbing her pussylips together. As the sensitive meat heated up, the girl began rocking her thighs back and forth, slamming the backs of her shivering legs against the mattress. She could hear the headboard hammering against the wall behind her as she moved and thrashed under Jack's skillful manipulations. And then he was back on top of her, his body pressing hers into the soft mattress, his legs pinning hers down while he lashed his tongue down into her throat. Spit bubbled out of their mouths and ran down her chin.
"Oh yeah, baby, you want it bad, real bad. You dig havin' me do this to you, don'tcha?"
"Oh no, no," Wendy lied, gasping for air after the long kiss.
"Fuckin' lyin' slut."
Moving his hands up Jack twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair, pulling at the strands, yanking at them until the teen yelped and cried out in pain. Laughing at her distress, he dropped his head once more, laving her nipples with spit. She felt his tongue working over the white flesh of her tits, then felt his lips slip back up to her nipples, teasing them before his teeth resumed biting the hard, itching tips.
"Ughghhhhhhh . . . "
At the same time Jack tore at her hair. The double spots of pain made her yelp again, arching her spine while digging her heels into the mattress.
"Christ, you're somethin' else. Could cum right on top of you now, know that, bitch? But I got better things in store for you."
Jack let go of her hair, slipping back down to her pussy. He was holding her firmly by her jutting hipbones once more, panting into her cunthole. Soon she felt his hot, rough tongue licking over the swollen lips of her cunt. How good it felt having a man licking his tongue up between the swollen labia of her pussy! And then she felt that slick thing slide inside her, his nose pressing up against her clit! Wendy felt her body falling apart, exploding under the wild sensations. With another groan the girl shoved up against his mouth, forgetting about the recent pain he'd forced her to endure.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . oh God, God, don't do it . . . oh don't do this to me!" she begged.
But Wendy would have killed to keep that tongue between the tight slick line running between her cuntlips. Again and again the girl exploded, twisting against the hands now cupping her ass. How good it felt to have his tongue scraping against the raw, tender membranes of her virgin cunt.
"Go for it, bitch. Come on, move that ass around," he growled, slapping her ass again and again with the flat of his hand.
Wendy like that slapping, warming sensation. How it added to the tense itchy ache throbbing through her cunt! And now while she gasped and moaned and twisted under him Wendy felt him shoving a finger up her ass! Yes, he was actually pushing a finger up against the wrinkled flesh of her asshole! The girl tucked her ass away from the offending digit, receiving a sharp slap across her asscheeks for her efforts.
"Owwwwww!"
She was starting to hunch rhythmically against Jack's sucking mouth. Up and down, up and down, her ass slapping against the groaning mattress. Realizing what was happening, the stud pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of one hairy hand.
"No, babe, you ain't gonna cum this easy," he muttered, pulling several cunt-hairs from between his front teeth.
Wendy looked up through her blonde eyelashes, feeling as if she would strangle from her tightened chest.
The rope! He was holding it in his right hand now as he knelt in front of her, checking it for weak spots. How her cunt ran with juice! Wendy was so ashamed of herself, laying there stark naked, her cunt so hot she thought it would set her pussy-hairs on fire! Her mother had told her about how "excited" a woman could become. But no one could have made her believe it could be like this! She wanted to beg Jack to fuck her. She wanted to feel his hard cock tearing through her cherry and plowing through the moist cuntmeat behind! But Wendy remained quiet, staring hotly at the big stud as he doubled the rope then slid back a little farther from her thighs.
"On your belly, slut."
Grabbing her wrists, Jack flipped her over violently. Resting her face on one cheek Wendy gasped, wondering what he was going to do to her. He told the girl to slide her arms back and put her wrists together. Obediently Wendy did as she was ordered, stretching her arms behind until her wrists were almost touching her ass.
He looped the rope around and around her wrists, binding them so tightly together the girl could feel the resulting tension cutting off the circulation to her fingers. She started to complain but a quick slap against the back of her head told Wendy not to say another word.
"Now bend your fuckin' legs back! Come on, don't give me no shit!"
"Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me," she whimpered into the pillow, bending her knees and raising her legs back until her heels were touching her fingertips.
Jack continued his roping, threading the line around her ankles several times in figure-eight fashion until they were secured to one another. The big stud finished his binding by knotting her wrists and ankles to one another, pulling her arms back a little farther until the tension around her shoulders forced her head up an inch or two from the pillow.
"Owwww! This hurts! Oh God, please, loosen the ropes! Oh please, I-"
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Jack groaned, shaking his head. "You yap too Goddamned much, baby. I'm gettin' fuckin' tired of hearin' you bellyache to me."
Sliding off the bed, Jack ambled back to the bureau drawer, fishing around inside until he found a small black rubber ball about two inches in diameter. Grunting in satisfaction at the find, he held the instrument in one hand, pulling a roll of masking tape from the drawer as well. Wendy trembled as she heard him returning to the bed, knowing there was more to follow.
"Your old lady keeps the place stocked pretty fuckin' well. I been a good teacher for the bitch," Jack said, pulling a length of tape from the roll and biting it off.
"I can't believe this!" Wendy gasped, shaking loose hair from her eyes. "My mother would never do something like this. She-"
"Christ! Shut up, slut!"
With that Jack reached around and shoved the ball hard against her front teeth, threatening to knock out her teeth if she didn't open her mouth. Swallowing hard once more, Wendy did as she was told, gagging as she felt the large ball slide between her lips and lodge just behind her front teeth. Jack sealed the ball in with several layers of the sticky tape.
"That's better," he said, smacking his lips in approval. "Now we're gonna get down to some serious fuckin'. "
She felt his fingers gripping her by the shoulders, turning her around until she lay back on her spine. How her shoulders ached from the tension! She could hardly move, the rough hemp binding her wrists and ankles so tightly together! Jack sneered at her then reached down and pulled out a soft pack of matches.
"You know, some women dig havin' this done to 'em. I ain't tried somethin' like this on your old lady yet but she's headin' for it. Might as well see what the fuck her daughter does, right?"
Wendy watched with growing terror as Jack pulled one match out from the book, closed the cover and struck the thing alive! A yellow-orange flame exploded from the tip, filling the air with the pungent odor of burning sulfur.
The girl twisted against the ropes, her perspiration wetting down the line as she followed the flame carefully. Jack was laughing softly, moving the fire down, down until the rounded base of the flame was an inch away from her right nipple.
"You know, when you touch a woman's nipple with this fuckin' thing it gets red all over. I bet you didn't know that."
"Mfffff . . . nfnnfnfffff!"
Wendy felt beads of sweat break out on her forehead while her flesh crawled with horror. He was going to burn her! He was going to singe her nipples with that horrid flame! She twisted her wrists and ankles until they cramped. She couldn't move away from that awful fire hovering over her right nipple! And now it was descending. She could feel the sharp warmth stinging her I
"Yeah, nice and warm . . . real nice and hot and red."
"Yaghghghfhhfhhfhffffff!"
The flames of hell shot through the girl as Jack touched the burning match head against her nipple. She arched her back as best she could, tugging wildly at the ropes chafing her wrists and ankles. The pain wouldn't stop! Jack laughed more loudly at her distress, moving the fire back and forth, watching as the injured nub turned a brighter red.
"Damn!"
The flame singed his fingers. Fanning the match dead, he grabbed the book of matches again and struck another. He was toying with her, dropping the flame back to her right nipple, then moving it up just before it touched the burned nub. Wendy felt her bowels beginning to fail her. Would she disgrace herself right here in her mother's bed? How terror was turning her into a frightened, mindless animal! The former excitement she'd felt with Jack faded under the rising horror of gross, painful mutilation.
"No, baby. We'll try another part," he muttered, moving the flame past her belly and down toward her cunt.
"Uhhfhhffffff!"
Jerking her head up, Wendy watched with widening eyes as he moved the burning match down to a stretched tendon in her right inner thigh. The glowing end reddened her skin a little and she writhed against the strong bonds. A small sob moved past the rubber gag and she looked from the match to the big stud's face. His blue eyes actually glowed with excitement. This was what Jack loved-what her mother loved! The thought would have sickened Wendy to the heart if it hadn't been for her present horrid situation. "Uhfhhfhhffff!"
The girl strained once more against the ropes. He wasn't touching her flesh yet but the flame was still burning her. The line of pain moved closer and closer to her cunt. The blonde teen moved her naked ass against the sheets, feeling them gather up under her shifting, tensing asscheeks.
"Yeah, baby, come on, move around, show me just how much you want this little number. Damn!"
Again Jack snuffed out the flame, reached in and pulled out a third match. Once more he was slipping it, burning, down between her legs, touching her flesh and them moving it away before the fire seriously injured her. Wendy could hear the whispering crackle of her cunt-hairs burning and singeing under the attacking fire. Throwing her head back, Wendy let out a shriek around the rubber ball, the cords of her neck sticking out as a pulse throbbed through her forehead.
" Yaggghghghgggggg!"
The pain was horrible! The heat felt as if Jack had shoved a white-hot poker into her cunt. The gag held her jaws widely apart, keeping her mouth pried open and stifling most of her frantic cries. Wendy could feel her hot tears as she prayed for God to let her die now rather than suffer this hell.
"Ughfhhfhfhhfffff!"
Unable to stop herself, the girl was surprised to feel her cunt-juices flowing again at the touch of that burning match. There was a hissing sound and then the burning pain was gone. She had extinguished the fire with her own body. Wendy sagged back into the mattress, the damp sheets clinging uncomfortably to her flesh.
"Thought you'd dig somethin' like this," Jack muttered, shoving his matches back into his shirt pocket.
Wendy only cried silently, wishing this would be over with.
"One more thing, baby. Keep those fuckin' legs spread open for me."
Wendy did as she was told, assuming he was going to fuck her. She tried to ready herself for the attack, numbing her mind and body while taking long, deep breaths. She swallowed the hot, salty saliva that had gathered behind the gagging rubber ball and waited.
"Uhhfhfhffff!" she cried as Jack reached into his other pocket and pulled out a long black-handled switchblade.
"Use this around town. Drivin' a truck in Watts and East L.A., man, you gotta have this kinda shit just to keep your head on, you know?" he said, pushing a small silver button at one end of the handle.
With a savage click the double-edged blade snapped to full six-inch length! Wendy's eyes bulged out, her shoulder blades pressing hard against the sweat-dampened sheets. The overhead light made the razor-sharp blade glitter, nearly blinding the terrified girl.
"Nofoofofffff!" Burning, and now this!
"You're one hell of a nice-lookin' chick. I'm gonna love fuckin' your brains out, baby. This is gonna be nice, real nice."
He was talking to himself now, running the point of the blade along the sole of her right foot. Wendy gasped, chomping down on the rubber ball until her jaws ached. Jack held the knife in an easy, accustomed grip and swiftly sliced a thin line across the girl's right thigh. The pressure was great enough only to leave a thin white trail. Wendy thought she would die from terror!
She tried to inch away from the sharp pain but the ropes kept her from moving. Again she thought her bowels would fail and she would shit all over herself. How she wanted to beg Jack to put his knife away, to leave her alone. But all he did was lick his lips, running one finger over the cutting edge of the long blade.
"I like watchin' a woman's ass move, man," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Reaching down, he turned Wendy over onto her belly, kneeling down behind her and spreading her asscheeks with his free hand.
Wendy was shaking with complete terror. She held her face against the pillow as she heard Jack telling her terrible things about her cunt, describing her ass.
"Man, it's good watchin' you move your ass like that. Yeah, you're really scared of me, ain'tcha? You oughta be. I could cut your cunt out right now."
Jack was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths filled the girl's ears. He slid closer behind her. How Wendy wanted to disappear, to die rather than let this happen to her. But there was nothing she could do. She felt his fingers prying her cunt open until the wet, sticky line of her pussy cleft was exposed once more.
"Uhfhhfhffff!"
Jack slid the blade across one ass-cheek and then the other. Wendy wanted to cry. Instead she fought back the tears and tried to remain still, knowing that if she moved the knife blade might pierce her skin. What other horrors would this man visit on her?
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhhh yeahhh, baby, yeahhh! Keep that ass movin' when I touch it with this mother."
Suddenly the blade moved away. Wendy relaxed for a second, wondering if this terror were over. She felt a trickle of cunt-juice ooze from her cunt and then a shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. Jack was pressing the flat of that awful sharp, narrow blade from her clit down to the bottom junction of her cuntlips!
"Just like a dog," Doris said, laughing. Carol giggled uneasily. "Right."
"So, what's up? Still want to go out to the farm?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that," Carol said.
Two hours later they were cruising along a county highway, Doris at the wheel, Carol beside her, Dori's black Labrador panting and whining in the back seat. Doris gabbed about this and that, but Carol only half listened, nodding, or grunting a yes or no from time to time. It was all small-talk, and Carol had other things on her mind. Like that huge dog in the back seat.
She was afraid that at any moment he was going to bite her head off. He kept breathing down her neck, sniffing at her. She didn't dare look at him. He'd surely take her glance as a signal for him to leap into the front seat, clawing her and slobbering all over her. She wished Doris had left the dog at a kennel or with the neighbors. The day was hot enough, and that dog only made the heat in the car worse. And the smell of him and his breath made her want to hold her nose.
Doris hooked the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and made it snap like a rubber-band.
For just a moment, Carol caught sight of Doris's blonde muff.
"Look at me, hardly a stitch on and I'm still sweating like a dog." Doris glanced in the back seat. "Pardon the expression, Job, honey."
The dog whimpered, pushing his huge black head over the black of the front seat and drooling on the brown vinyl.
"Job, get back there! Behave now, we'll be at the farm soon and then you can run off all that energy." Doris picked up her cigarettes and shoved in the dashboard lighter. She offered Carol the pack. "Have one. It'll warm you up."
"I don't smoke," Carol said. "And I'm not cold. Just had a freak chill. You know how those things are." She tried to sound as pleasant as possible, although she was still uneasy in Doris's company.
"Of course, darling," Doris said, lighting her cigarette. She inhaled deeply, then blew out a blue cloud, steering with one hand as she smoked. "Just sit back and relax. We're almost there."
Carol sat back, but she couldn't relax. She felt tense and sweaty. The dog continued to breathe down her neck, and the sun poured in stinging a groove down to the girl's cuntal mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from Wendy's clit slackened off for a bit but the terror of being cut badly was still there.
"Come on, baby, come on and move that old caboose for Jack."
He slapped her ass several times, reddening the tensing, full white asscheeks. Wendy felt herself growing hot, so very, very hot. She was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that red-knobbed cock jerking and twitching inches behind her. She wanted him to jam that thing into her cunt, to rape her brutally just as he'd threatened to do.
"Uhh!"
Jack was poking the knife at her asshole now. The pin-prick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her asshole inward, almost breaking the skin. For an instant, for one wild moment, Wendy let herself think that Jack was going to fuck her in the asshole instead of in the cunt!
"Ohhh, man, man, can't decide whether I'm gonna get you in the ass or sink my cock down in your pussy. Yeah, think I'll take the cunt right now. I'll ass-fuck you later, little girl."
Jack's fist was moving on his slippery cock-shaft faster and faster, his face streaked with perspiration. A shock of his black hair hung over one eye as his sweat trickled down his pecs. He was poking the tip of the blade into the puffy outer edges of Wendy's cuntlips, then stabbing it back against her asshole. Wendy rolled her ass as best she could, feeling the oily, slippery perspiration rolling down her thighs.
"Bitch pig! You dig this even though you keep screamin' for me to let you go. I'm gonna fuck you now, baby-gonna fuck you so hard you ain't gonna be able to walk for a week!"
Wendy heard the knife clatter against the floor as Jack tossed it down. He then reached for her thighs, spinning her back onto her spine and forcing her legs wide apart. How her cunt tensed and burned for his cock. There, sticking straight out of his halved Levi's was his cock-the head now purple, some fluid oozing from the slit in the center of the blood-heavy double-lobed cockheaad.
He slipped on top of her quickly, the weight of his body hurting her shoulders and knees. But Jack loved it, running his fingers over the straining ropes and moaning against her throat while blindly stabbing his cock against her pussy. The salty drop of pre-cum on his prickhead set her clit on fire. Wendy rolled her head from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to the edges of her mouth. Slowly, gradually, Jack eased his prickhead into her cunthole, the fat knob stretching her tense, trembling membranes deliciously!
"Uhfhhfhhfhffff!"
Bright fires exploded in her head again and again. He was fucking her! God in heaven, her mother's lover was fucking her! Wendy groaned, the ropes seeming to pull more painfully at her arms and legs. How her thighs ached, the muscles hardening and cramping while Jack slipped inch by thick, heavily veined inch into her pussy.
"Uhh . . . man, you're . . . uhhh . . . tight, baby. Guess this is your first fuck, huh? Man, your old lady's cunt's tight as a fist. But this . . . man, I ain't fucked virgin pussy since high school," Jack snorted, shaking the beads of sweat from his forehead.
Wendy felt her cuntal muscles cramping, snapping shut in the invading prick. Jack stiffened, his face slackening at the tension.
"Man, I ain't never known a bitch could do that," he growled, reaching down with both fingers and pinching her thighs brutally.
Wendy screamed, snapping her head back as the sharp pain knifed through her cunt. Still her muscles wouldn't let go. It was an involuntary reaction, something she had no control over. But nothing she could say would convince Jack. The big stud slapped her thighs several times, trying to stuff more of his cock-meat into her cunthole.
When the teen's cunt still cinched tight around his cock-rod, Jack dropped one hand into her cuntal thicket. Wendy felt his fingers curling around several of her hairs. Raising her head, the girl blinked away hot tears and watched his horrid fingers snake through her bush. And then with a sharp upward twist Jack yanked a fistful of her wiry curls from her cunt-mound.
"Yagghghfhhfhfhfffff!"
Wendy closed her eyes tight, feeling the world explode around her once more. With another cry the girl swallowed hard, her cuntal muscles relaxing.
"Thatta girl," Jack said, his face beaming with the savage triumph.
He was rocking his hips from side to side, making his cock-knob rub harder against her cuntal walls. She could feel him splitting her in two. And still he fucked her, leaning forward, bracing both hands on her shoulders. How the weight of his body hurt her bound arms! He stopped at times, shaking more sweat from his face, then began rocking his hips, sliding his prick into her mercilessly.
"Feel good, baby! You like bein' roped up like some Goddamned mother-fuckin' calf and fucked? Yeah, yeah, I can see it in your eyes," Jack gasped, pulling at her hair again until Wendy cried out around that rubber gag. "You like bein' roped and branded, baby, just like your old lady. A real chip off the old block."
How he enjoyed reminding Wendy of her mother. That image was almost more painful than experiencing his tortures herself.
"Ohhh man, man, nothin' like feeling' a nice, hot, wet pussy wrapped around my prick," Jack panted, droplets of his sweat dripping onto Wendy's flat, heaving belly.
The girl bit down harder on the rubber ball, feeling her stomach literally bulging with his fat length of greasy cockmeat. Frantically Wendy tried to judge just how deep he had fucked her. It was a weird feeling having that additional warmth in her body. There were times when she could feel his cock jerking, actually twitching inside her like some kind of frightened animal! Wendy found herself moving her hips a little. How strange! The resulting feeling was much more pleasurable than she'd thought it would be! Jack noticed her response and grinned, shaking a shock of black hair from his eyes.
"Gotcha movin' your ass even more. You dig me fuckin' you, 'specially after I warmed you up with the blade, eh baby?"
Shamed, Wendy turned her head away. It was true. The unnamed horror of being tormented by Jack had been a powerful spice. And now she was writhing under his body, twisting against the ropes and loving the chafing sensation it caused against her wrists and ankles. Wendy found herself almost smiling at the thought of Jack fucking her.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby."
He was all the way in! Yes, yes, she could tell he was all the way inside her! Wendy could feel his hot, leathery balls nestling between her thighs. Raising her head again, she peered over her jutting tits and saw his hairy groin rubbing against hers! Jack was staring hotly at her, his lips still smiling.
"Fuckin', baby, that's what we're doin'. And man, oh man, you're makin' me so Goddamned hot I could cum right now. Fill you right up with my jizz!"
How his filthy talk excited her. Wendy let out a series of quiet whimpers, feeling his cock jerking around inside her. How weird! And yet, how wonderful having her body spread open that way, a man's cock wedged tightly between the velvety linings of her seepy cunt. Oh God, she wished it would never end!
"Uhhfhhffff!"
Jack was pulling out. She could feel his cock withdrawing, the itchy, trembling walls of her cunt shrinking back together behind the retreating head. Something very warm dribbled down over her upturned asscheeks, seeping into her asshole. She was juicing so much!
"Shush, doll. That wouldn't be neighborly. Out here in the country we don't avoid our neighbors."
As the boys sloshed toward them, cocks wagging like clubs, Carol didn't know what to do. She thought about running for cover, thought about burying herself in the sand, but before she could even move to get dressed, the boys were standing at the foot of the blanket, their eyes darting as they took in as much of the two women as they could.
"My aren't you two handsome!" Doris crooned, and the boys giggled self-consciously. A tear of fucklube leaked down the underside of the redhead's prick, and the blond kid scratched his balls.
Carol, sitting up, hugged her blouse to her. She wished she were dead. There was no escape.
"This is Carol," Doris said. "And I'm Doris. We're both glad to meet you."
The boys mumbled their names, the redhead being Mark and the blond, Jeff.
Doris slid over, opening up a gap on the blanket between herself and Carol. "Come on." She patted the blanket. "Join us."
"Doris, I don't-" Carol started to say, but the two naked boys were suddenly wedged between them, and Carol was forced off onto the sand to avoid body contact with the blond youth.
"What school do you boys go to?" Doris asked.
"We'll be going to high school in town this fall," the redhead said, his voice thin and weak.
"Freshmen," the blond added, the word quavering from his throat.
"I think I'll take a nap," Doris said, and she settled back and closed her eyes. Her tits heaved as she breathed, and the two boys, resting back on their elbows, stared at her in silence, their pricks tapping at their skinny stomachs and drooling pools of fucklube in their navels. They both breathed louder than Carol's obscene phone-caller.
Carol settled back on the hot sand, drawing her jeans on top of herself in addition to the blouse. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth. She'd never felt more tense and miserable in her life. She wished to God she could fall asleep and walk up to find the boys gone. She'd never been more awake in her life, though. Opening one eye just a crack, she saw two hands jerking up. and down on two cocks, the moist foreskins of the two boys making the rubber gag. Again and again the girl cried out, her face reddening as perspiration streaked the cords on her throat. She sobbed, the bruising fingers making her stiff nipples ache and throb.
Jack leaned forward again, clamping his teeth around her throat. Wendy snapped her head to one side, screaming through the rubber ball. As much as she tried, the girl couldn't top the near-mechanical swiveling of her ass. She could no longer prevent her sexuality from exploding every piece of morality her mother had carefully laid in her for years. The girl felt only that need to climax, to cum with this animal fucking her. The more brutally Jack fucked her, the more she needed to feel his cock pummeling her cunt.
"Come on, baby, come on and make it. Man, can tell you're . . . uhhh . . . you're hot, really hot to cum with me!"
It was true! Wendy loved the sound Jack's washboard belly made each time it slapped against her sweat-stained ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her asshole. Every scratchy black curl seemed to find a nerve-ending around her asshole to tickle. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and asshole drove her half-crazy. Wendy shoved back against the stud's pounding cock, her ass weaving and jerking against the big man.
"Cum, you little slut, come on and cum!"
Cum, Yes, that's what she was going to do. Suddenly the word exploded throughout her mind. Feeling Jack's fingernails clawing at her nipples, Wendy sobbed and groaned, loving the pain and hating it at the same time. The combination of that odd stretching in her cunt and the gouging, tearing pain around her nipples blanched her mind. All she wanted to have was those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling and the hot sparks exploding from her clit all melted together, blowing to pieces that swelling ball of tension in her belly.
"Yagghhhfhfhfff!"
Wendy cursed silently, her head rolling from side to side. She drilled her fingernails against her bound palms while squeezing her thighs against Jack's hammering body. How she wanted to throw her arms around him and hold him close to her. But the ropes kept her steady against the sagging mattress. Again she concentrated on her nipples and how Jack was squeezing her high-riding, round tit-globes. The twisting, scratching pain in her nipples was like the fire running through all her nerves!
"Oh man, man gonna burn out . . . gonna blow, baby, blow my wad right in ya!" Jack's head was leaning back, his eyes cinched shut while his lips parted. He was making strangled sounds while his hips kept moving, hammering against her cunt.
"Umfmmfmfmmffff!"
Wendy knew he was going to spill his jizz in her pussy. Crazed with sex, she felt lusty bolts of lightning pierce her clit. All her muscles spasmed as Jack let out a hellish yowl.
"Ahhhhhh fuck it out, baby! Come on, man move that fuckin' ass. Ughhhhhhh . . . "
Wendy growled like an animal, a low, harsh noise tearing from her throat. The whirling knot of excitement in her crotch was exploding. How she hated that excitement and loved it at the same time. It was that mixture of love and hate she felt toward the man who rode her with his vicious fuck-thrusts.
Wendy heard the squishing of her juices between the steady, heavy slaps of his belly against her ass. For one weird moment she thought her cunt would break his cock off! The image exploded in her brain and made her pray for that weird reality. And then, with a furious, savage jab, Jack let loose, a white-hot blast of cum splattering against her cuntal walls. Wendy could feel the steady gushing of hot spunk eating into her pussy like acid. She gasped, blowing out the breath she'd held around the ball.
The first massive jolt of her climax shattered the girl like crystal, her sphincter going into spasms. Wendy thought she could hear herself screaming. She was screaming, yelling and yowling through that rubber gag as best she could while Jack kept on her, his jabbing, gut-spraying cock sending gob after gob of cum from his tight, swinging balls.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ann Urban lay huddled in a ball in the basement of her home. It was so cold and damp her teeth chattered against one another. Curling her fingers, she rubbed her upper arms briskly, feeling her soft white flesh puckering up into goose-pimples under the fine hairs of her pussy. She'd been there for some time, listening to the uneven sound of her nervous, terrified breathing.
Pushing her long hair from her eyes she looked around the basement. This terrible course she'd chosen was taking such odd turns. How the idea of fucking with someone like Jack Hennesey had excited her! In all the years of her successful but sexually dull marriage, Ann had secretly wanted to be swept off her feet by some animal like Jack.
How good and nice her husband had been, always polite, always thinking of her and Wendy. And yet there had been something missing, something she'd wanted and needed. In the years following Hank's death, Ann had done all she could to bury that feeling. But every now and then it would creep up, making her cunt so hot!
How her heart beat when she thought of some shadowy figure slipping from behind the thick blue drapes in her bedroom, cock in hand, with only one thing on his mind! How she burned for that! And now she had ither animal, her own private, exciting hell on earth. Of course, there was Wendy to consider. Tonight her daughter was at her girlfriend's for a late study session.
"Come here," Jack said, leaning against the half-opened work cabinet door.
Ann shielded her eyes from the glare of the yellow bulb overhead. The bright shaft of light hurt her after these past hours in the darkness. It was their little game, their way of playing exploded with pleasure. Her toenails clawed the boy's humping ass. The delicious thrills of orgasm whirled through her crotch, spreading to all parts of her body. "Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!" She couldn't get enough of this feeling. Her cunt overflowed with the boy's jism and hot, sticky gobs of the fuckcream leaked down her asscrack.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol lay weak and dizzy in the sand, only semi-conscious. She hadn't experienced an orgasm like that since her wedding night. As the boy's prick slipped out of her, she sighed, and her cunt made a few sucking contractions.
"We gotta go now," one of the boys mumbled. Suddenly the boys were galloping up the stream like a couple of colts.
Carol rolled back onto the blanket, exhausted. "Why'd you let them go?" she me?" she stammered.
Ann moved back, pressing her ass and shoulder blades against the wall. Jack didn't answer. Bending one leg, then the other, he took off his boots and socks, rolling his Levi's a bit. Ann watched with growing curiosity, her skin tightening around her crinkling nipples.
Jack was watching her closely too, his eyes narrowing while his fly began tenting. Yes, he was getting hard watching her cringe. Doing this sort of thing turned him on as well. He was smiling like a wolf about to eat his prey. Closing her eyes and sucking in a ragged breath, Ann thought of facing him with a knife in her hands. The thought of that strange kind of dueling made her pussy tighten.
A wild notion that she could beat him rose inside her. She raised her chin and smiled back at the big stud. Ann had not seen what Jack had been doing by the double sink during her moments of reverie. A blast of hot water smashing into her belly just below her rib cage quickly brought the woman around.
"Ohhhhhh!" Her eyes widened while her mouth opened to a large O.
Jack had screwed a large green garden hose into the spigot of the basin. He turned the water on hard as he held the hose with one hand, directing the heavy stream on her body. Ann fell backward, one hand scratching at the gray cinderblock wall. The steady spray blinded her to nearly everything except the dull yellow light ahead. Jack laughed at her moving the spray to her ankles, then up to her throat. Ann turned her head away, putting one hand up to her nose to keep from drowning.
"Uhhhhhh . . . oooohhhhh!"
She skidded across the wet concrete floor. It was like trying to keep her balance on ice! Thoughts of her daughter drifted through her mind as the water cooled and gurgled down the depressed rain some ten feet in front of her. The sound of that steaming jet of water roared in her ears, nearly deafening her. Jack had to shout in order for her to hear him.
"Used to clean pigs somethin' like this back on the farm in Arkansas!"
"Nooo!"
This was going too far! The last time there had only been a few ropes, some slapping, and then a good, hard fuck. But this was something else. He was going beyond what she thought was fantasy bondage. Ann opened her mouth in order to be heard but Jack moved the stream up to her throat, the pressure of the hot water muting her. Coughing and gagging, Ann twisted her head around once more, attempting to catch her breath.
Steadying herself against the cinderblock wall, Ann turned around, glaring at him.
Surely he knew what he was doing to her. Surely he could see the distress she was in now. He'd crossed the limit she'd set and again the woman tried to shout at him to stop.
"No, no, I don't want this any more!" she cried, her face reddening from the effort of screaming. "I want you to stop! Please!"
But her words went unheeded. Again and again Ann screamed at Jack. But again and again he ignored her, playing the stream on her reddening flesh.
Jack kept the water around her throat for a moment, sending her knotted blonde hair curling around her neck like a rope. Then, just as quickly, he moved the water down to her ankles. The sudden move knocked her off balance and with a sharp cry Ann found herself toppling over, falling heavily to the floor.
"No!"
Desperately the woman tried to stagger to her feet once more. The thought of being helpless at the hands of someone apparently out of control terrified her. Jack knocked her back down with the stream directed against her crotch. Again the woman opened her eyes, her hands flying out to either side of her body.
Flailing her arms to either side of her body, Ann fell backward, her head striking the wall behind her. Doubling up, she opened her mouth wide as Jack concentrated on her clit.
She felt something like a flash fire race through her aroused pussy and suddenly her will to fight, her disgust that had been rising against Jack, disappeared like a morning fog under the sun.
"That's it, Ann. Yeahhh, you like that now, don'tcha? You like havin' the water movin' around in your hot little cunt, eh?"
Jack laughed again, throwing his handsome head back while keeping that clit-stiffening spray on her cunt. Ann found him directing the spray on her thighs, then moving it up to her belly, hefting first her right tit, then her left, the ricocheting droplets stinging her stiff clit so teasingly!
"Uhhh . . . stop this! Oh God, you don't know . . . you don't know what you're doing!" she panted, crossing her arms once more over her tits and dropping her hands to her crotch.
Jack responded by directing the full stream against her cunt. There was no way she could get away from that awful water! Tucking one leg under the other, Ann rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the hot stinging stream. Her long hair tangled once more around her neck and mouth, nearly choking her. She fought to get free of the water, crawling on her belly and elbows, her flesh squeaking against the concrete floor.
"Yaghghhg . . . ooodhhhh!"
Jack dropped to his knees, holding the hose now around the dulled brass nozzle.
"That's it, that's it! Crawl around . . . go on, crawl on your fuckin' belly. I like seein' a woman on her fuckin' belly crawlin' through the mud. That's what cunts like you oughta do every day." Jack wiped the droplets of saliva from his lips.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Again he directed the hot water up against her crotch. Ann pretended that water was some huge tongue, Jack's tongue, eating her out, touching all the most sensitive spots of her body and making her pant for more. The image stayed with her, burning its way into her mind as that hideous spray touched her clit, then shot into her pussy. How her cuntal walls spasmed at the prickling touch of those hot droplets! nothing, nothing in the world could have prepared her for this delicious surprise!
"Ughfhhfhff!"
Ann gasped, her slick body moving on the damp concrete. She didn't want to turn around and stare back at Jack, the force of the hot water would drown her. She tried to turn to her side, keeping her back to him. But Jack kept the water on her no matter which way she turned. Gasping once more, the woman tried to keep her face and tits turned away from him. But there was just no chance. She had to writhe on the floor, all the muscles in her shapely body working against the water. Jack shouted obscene names at her.
"And your daughter," he began.
But then he stopped himself, drawing up and moving the water up to her crotch again. What had he said about Wendy? had he touched her? no, no, that was impossible! She'd been far too careful. She had even taken down all the pictures of her daughter from the wall before Jack came over. Wendy must never know about this. As much as she loved doing this, Ann knew the girl could never understand. And the shame of seeing the shock in her daughter's eyes would kill her.
Jack kicked her over once more, blasting the water against her tits. She felt her aroused nipples driving like itching, hot spikes into her tits. She could feel the whole mass of each tit aching with arousal. Yes, that's what it was, sexual arousal! That stream of water was turning her on as if it were her lover. The external heat of the stream and the inner heat of her lust combined to make the woman pant.
"Go for it, bitch!"
"Oh, no, no . . . "
Ann drew her hands over her face. She was ashamed, ashamed at crawling around on her hands and knees, ashamed of showing just you."
Lust washed through Carol's body. She clenched her teeth, ramming her ass back at the humping hound, grunting as his long hard prick fucked her. As his claws nearly broke through the tender skin of her waist, she remembered the young woman in the film, remembered the blood trickling down the woman's flank as the dog fucked her. The pain caused by the Labrador's claws excited her. She twisted in his grip, forcing him to dig his claws in deeper, to clutch her to his humping belly tighter. His prick screwed deep in her cunt, its hot pointed head jabbing at sensitive folds in her fluffy cunt walls. Electrical thrills drilled through her cuntmeat, passing like prickling rays through her loins.
"Mmmmmn!" she moaned, her eyes filled with hot tears of lust. "Fuck meee! Ohhhhh, fuck meeee!"
"Animal!" Doris taunted. "Filthy animal slut! I always knew you were one. Ya love it, don't ya? Don't ya?"
"Yesss," Carol whispered, her voice quavering, and Doris laughed like a satisfied witch.
Carol closed her eyes, enjoying the fucking, reveling in the delicious hot sensations that clawed through her lust-swollen loins. She felt so naked, so hot, so dirty she wanted to scream at how wicked and free she was. She was being fucked by a dog. She couldn't believe it. Opening her eyes, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
The dog was there all right, gazing straight ahead, his black body humping. His prick made juicy noises in her cunt. As he panted, his long dangling tongue flapped and barely audible grunts came from his throat. The sight of the huge dog mounted on her ass shocked Carol less than the sight of Doris crouched behind him. The buxom blonde had her face pressed up under the dog's tail, and although Carol couldn't make out exactly what Doris was doing, she heard slurping noises and she could guess. Doris was either licking the dog's asshole or lapping at his balls, probably both.
She knew she'd never witness anything more disgusting or filthy in her life-a woman sucking on a dog's shitty asshole, a woman chewing on a dog's bristly balls. The dog apparently enjoyed it. He screwed more frantically than ever now, his prick flexing and shivering as he fucked. Carol faced ahead again, humping madly, banging her ass against the dog's belly, screwing herself silly on his squirming prick. her head tilting back while i her ,hips shamelessly rocked and rolled under the steady lapping hot stream. She closed her eyes and lay there completely exposed to Jack and the" water. She hoped he would stop when she started to cum. It would hurt her so much if he kept the water directed on her clit while he sputtered and sparked with climax.
"Ughghghhh . . . oh yes, yes, yes," she panted, coughing when the water shot up to her face.
It was happening soon! Ann almost nodded her head, agreeing with Jack that she was a slut. She twisted up her hips, her belly tightening over her jutting hipbones. Hot water dribbled into her clenching asshole as she began to feel more and more erotic. The lustful mass of feelings in her crotch accelerated, sharpening to a surgical intensity as the water droplets beat steadily at her red clit.
"Noooo!"
Ann wanted to feel that tremendous sensation of climax, that feeling of the world crashing down all around her as she came and came and came. She ground her teeth together, trying to force that delicious peak over her. And then . . . and then Jack moved the hose away from her cunt, directing the heavy stream at her toes.
"Ughhfhhghghg . . . "
The woman groaned in frustration. She'd been almost there, an inch within climax! She could already see the exploding golden glow on the horizon. And now it was gone. The sudden loss of heat in her pussy made the rising wall of lust inside her cunt slip.
"What's the matter, baby? your lover leave you?" Jack taunted.
With that he shot the stream back into her cunthole. Ann jerked her legs, her head snapping from side to side while her hair whipped over her jiggling tits. Her excitement soared higher than before. Jack was taking very careful aim with his hose now. His adept movements added to the hot rush of feelings running all through Ann's body.
Again Jack blasted a stream over her belly, then up to her tits. Ann felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time. Again she thought of the image of a long hot tongue sucking at her nubs, bathing her tits in spit while fingers worked over her pussy. Then he was directing the water back at her cunt once more. When would this end? When would the torment and teasing be over and he would finally fuck her?
CHAPTER FIVE
"God!"
Clawing up the wall backward, Ann did all she could to bring herself off. Nothing mattered now, nothing but the hot, clenching feeling of a climax roaring over her body. She had to have that stream on her clit. The whole top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last bit of sensuality. Jack was fumbling around with something behind him, still keeping that hose trained on her body.
"Uhhh . . . ohhhhhhh!"
Suddenly a jolting blast of icy water hit her cunt dead center. Ann screamed as if someone had stabbed her. Her body shuddering mightily, she pitched forward, her hands crossing over her cunt protectively while her legs shot out. She felt her cunt clench like a fist, the walls slapping loudly together. Dear God! She had nearly cum, had nearly brought herself off when that devil switched temperatures on her and frustrated her attempts at self-climax.
The icy stream seemed to flow out even harder than the hot had. It played over her body, always returning to her cunt. Ann twisted and groaned. She couldn't believe the way her cunt was clenching between her legs! The freezing water seemed to immobilize her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of each throbbing pulse for seconds at a time.
"Yaghghghhg!"
It was like having a million tiny blades slicing painfully at her flesh. When the water blasted over her tits, Ann thought the freezing cold would choke her. She kept taking short, gasping breaths, her lungs filling with air. Her chest spasmed, battling against the awful chill of the second icy stream. She could hear Jack laughing more loudly than before at her reaction. All she wanted was for the awful streams of water to stop!
"Come on, Ann baby. Yeahh," he said, moving the stream up and down her cunt as if it were a teasing cock. "You wanted to cum so bad. Cum now, cum on the water."
The woman felt herself spinning totally out of control. She wanted to scream but the water and gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her. Yes, she was cumming, cumming with an awful fury. The woman had thought the cold would frustrate her. But instead it egged her on, pushing her over the brink.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Ann writhed on the floor, agonized by her constant cuntal contractions. The sound of the water drowned out the laughter and filthy talk coming from Jack. The woman strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out again and again by her orgasm. The bright basement darkened and Ann reached out with one hand, clawing fingers on the cement.
"Make it, baby, come on baby and make it!"
Her skin seemed painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chill. Ann reached the other wall, still clawing to get away. The naked, cumming woman climbed up, her head snapping back with the clit-wrenching spasms of her climax.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
The water hit her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. Ann's arms spasmed, cramped, then collapsed. She slid down to the floor, the room darkening even more. She felt as if the whole world had seeped into her cunt then blown to pieces. The water stopped and the woman fell into a sudden silence.
How long she'd been unconscious Ann had no idea. Blinking her eyes softly, she saw the overhead light bulb filtering through her blonde lashes. Gradually reality began to seep back in. She felt herself dangling on something, resting on a table that was very hard. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the flutter in her belly. Turning her head, Ann saw she was stretched out flat on her late husband's well-equipped workbench.
"Uhhh . . . "
Opening her eyes a little further, she saw Jack was naked now, his cock sticking out straight from his groin. Another spasm of lust passed through her cunt. He was busy putting something together just behind her head, still unaware that she was awake. She could hear his heavy breathing. He sounded almost asthmatic, his breath a wheezing whistle with every exhalation. She knew what that meant. He was terribly aroused, fighting for control while his cock brushed over her right palm.
"Yeahh . . . " '
Ann put every ounce of her being into remaining quiet, her breathing sounding almost as if she were still asleep. Jack began walking around her then, his breathing came from one side, then the other. Then she felt his warm hands pulling at her waist. She cringed at the touch, but Jack didn't seem to notice. She let him put her hands together above her head, drawing the wrists together and then binding them with a length of rope. She felt another flutter ripple through her cunt as the hemp rubbed roughly against her wrist-flesh. The rope tightened.
"There," Jack muttered, drawing the free end of the line above her head and attaching it in a slipknot to the foot of the bench. Briefly Ann wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied. The splintery wooden table shuddered slightly as Jack fumbled with something underneath. Then she felt the table tipping. Yes, that was right! Hank had said something about getting a workbench with a pivot at one end-something about making it easier to work on various kinds of wood carving he had planned. Poor Hank! He had had so many ideas that had never materialized.
Jack muttered something under his breath and Ann felt the table tipping more. Her head gradually rose, the pivot at the small of her a back squeaking with the steady movements. Curious, Ann let her eyelids open a whisker's width. She found herself facing a cinderblock wall.
"Uhhhh . . . "
The table nearly reached vertical. Ann's ass scooted down the rough surface until her arms were stretched tight from her body weight. She remained calm, working her wrists against one another. Then she realized her feet didn't reach the floor! She was as good as hung from the ceiling, the rope biting painfully into her wrists.
Jack crossed her line of vision. He stood there, one hand cupping his balls, the fingers working rhythmically over his blood-heavy cockhead. She closed her eyes again. For one mad second Ann thought about fighting back, about kicking him in the crotch. But what would that prove?
Her thoughts were savagely interrupted and Ann doubled up, her knees jerking up to her tits as Jack swung a doubled fist into her belly. The woman gagged, her eyes flickering open and reflecting the dulled agony wrenching her guts inside out.
"Thought that'd wake you up," Jack hissed, rubbing his knuckles against his lips.
"Ohhh, stop this! You're going to kill me," she moaned, finally finding her breath once more.
Never, never before had he ravaged her like this. Something was going terribly wrong! There was no game going on now. No. It was for real, something in the way he looked at her told her that. Now real fear made her sphincter tighten, real panic showing up on her face.
"So, you wanted to play all kinds of games with me, right? Now I'm gonna show you the kinds of games I play."
Ann shook her head, her arms aching so much she could have cried. Again she tried to stop him with her desperate pleas.
"No, Jack, please, let me go," Ann said, trying to keep her voice level and calm. "I'll pay you . . . anything, just untie me, all right?"
But her terror was apparent. Jack rocked back and forth on his heels, raising one hand, then bringing it down hard against her face. Ann shrieked, the fingers burning her cheeks. Before she could catch her breath Jack backhanded her, his knuckles nearly dislocating her jaw. Her screams stopped, stifled by her rising agony and panic. Ann sagged in the handcuffs, her toes barely touching the concrete.
"Bitch!"
He lashed out again, beating her face again and again until the woman feared he'd disfigure her. Stopping, Jack leaned toward her, panting heavily against her throat.
"You're gonna pay, baby," he began, his spittle flecking over her face. "Gonna pay for all the times broads like you teased me then left me high and dry. Gonna feel good givin' back somethin' to a cunt like you."
"No, no, I'm not like that," Ann pleaded, terrified.
Jack said nothing, pulling back, then dropping one hand to her crotch. At first she thought he would toy with her, excite her as he had earlier. Then he twisted his fingers around, grabbing at her cruelly. She felt him twisting his hand around in her cunt, pulling at the hairs until they tore from her pussymeat. Ann arched her spine, beating her head against the table. She yowled and screamed until her throat ached and throbbed from the effort.
"Ysaghghghgh! Yaghghghghh!"
That pulling, tearing sensation gnawed through the woman. She jerked her knees up again, beating them against one another, desperately trying to spare her cunt from the awful ravages of Jack's tearing fingers.
"Oghghghhgh!"
She gurgled and sobbed, choking on her own spit as the big man yanked out yet another fistful of cunt-hairs.
"Damned cunt! You won't parade that fuckin' ass around me any more-not after I get through with you and your cunt!"
He slapped her again across her face and the tops of her tits. Ann struggled, dragging herself higher up on the table. She could feel the splintery wood digging painfully into her naked ass. And the ropes! They seemed to hurt her more now as Jack slapped her again and again. She screamed at him, dragging out filthy words and curses she couldn't remember having learned before. The shrill power of her screams bounced off the walls.
"Little fuckin' shit!" he shouted in her face, his spit drenching her flushed cheeks.
He dropped his right hand back down to her pussy again, pulling out more hairs, then tearing into her hot cuntflesh once more. She felt her clit burning, on fire.
"Ohhhh . . . you . . . you animal! You Goddamned animal!" she cried as Jack kept beating her, grabbing more of her cunt.
She fought higher on the table. Jack alternately laughed and growled at her, his words lost in the red fog settling over her brain. In a moment the woman felt him hunching against her thighs. Even as she bit at his hand she could feel the tension rising up in her belly. The pain in her crotch and his vicious beating aroused her just as the water had turned her on.
"That's right, Ann. You call me any fuckin' name you want if that turns you on. You're still nothin' but a fuckin' slut."
He was still ravaging her. But now something had changed. The twisting and tearing in her cunt was slower. Ann moved her hips, feeling the rough splinters tearing at her slick ass. She noticed the change in Jack's voice too. The growling had become almost a low purr. In a moment she felt Jack shoving his face between her tits, licking the tits, then moving his head around until he began chewing on her hard, red nubs.
"Oooofffff!"
How his front teeth hurt as he chomped down, leaving marks on her blood-red flesh. He growled like an animal and she could feel his mustache rubbing against her sensitive tit-flesh while his tongue lashed her brutally. Ann moved her thighs from left to right, feeling her cuntal juice running like a river of molten lava. She looked down again, seeing his cock sticking straight out and rubbing against the side of the bench.
His balls-oh, they were so big, so filled with jizz! Ann swallowed hard, remembering how good it had felt when Jack had first fired his load deep in her cunt. And it was going to happen again. No matter how much he'd fucked her before, she wanted him all the more now, especially after the roping and beating.
"Over, baby. Gonna fill another hole you got-one you probably ain't been hit on since you been married," Jack said.
With that he slipped his hands under her belly, lifting her from the table somewhat, then twisting her around until her arms crossed one another and her belly pressed against the raised workbench. Ann tilted her head back, resting her chin against the wood. Her knees scraped over the table top while her toenails cracked against the floor. What was Jack doing? Then she felt him loop more rope around her left ankle, tugging tentatively up, then bending her leg completely until her heel was nearly touching her ass.
As she groaned a little, Jack slipped the rope around the base of her throat, wrapped it once around her neck, then brought it down the other side of her body. She tilted her head back a little more, twisting it to one side so she could breathe!
"Now for the other one."
Jack gripped her left leg, bending it as he had the right, looping the rope around her ankle and securing it with a double figure eight. The rope remained secured around her throat and shoulders, threatening to cut her windpipe in two if Ann moved too suddenly.
Jack pulled back, his hands dropping to her ass. The woman moaned, feeling his fingers cupping her asschecks and squeezing the resilient flesh firmly. He was pulling her ass-cheeks apart slowly, the resulting tension opening the sticky warm crack of her pussy and ass. Her chest heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. Ann turned her head carefully to one side, making sure the rope wouldn't slip any further and cut off her air.
"So, baby, you think you're so fuckin' proud and sassy now, huh? You think you got lots of guys followin' you with their eyes, fuckin' you in their minds now?" he taunted.
Ann closed her eyes in mute defeat, dangling in that roped, awkward position. Her large tits were flattened by the pressure of her body against the tilted workbench. Now the splinters bit into her cunt, her nipples, her thighs. She whimpered softly, wondering what new horrors Jack was going to visit on her. Her pain and excitement were both so great that Ann didn't notice a shadowy movement directly above her. Someone was peering in, watching through the dirty narrow windows looking out onto the back rock garden.
Jack stepped up to her, his cock jutting out, touching her rounded ass. Ann groaned again, her shoulder joints starting to really hurt. Positioning himself with his legs spread wide apart, he grabbed her hipbones firmly, pressing his knees against the backs of her legs.
Immediately Ann knew what he was going to do! She jerked her head to one side and screamed, feeling the rope slide down her throat and threaten to cut off her air. She stopped, digging her fingernails into the hard wood, her heart pounding so hard the woman thought it would tear through her chest. In a second she felt the blunt head of his cock-rod rubbing up against her ass. "No, oh no!"
"Take it, you Goddamned bitch! Take it all, right up the of asshole!"
"No, oh God, God! It . . . hurts!"
"Yeah, that's what it's supposed to do, dumb cunt!"
Ann screamed louder, feeling the pressure tearing her to pieces. She felt his fingernails scraping over her flesh, tearing at her skin while he braced his cockshaft with one hand. Jack kept shoving in, the ache spreading to her ass, then to her belly. Before the woman could even catch her breath, he was already inside her, huffing and panting behind her. In a second his hands rose, clawing up to her tits, pinching and squeezing them hard until she cried out. Ann knew she wanted that cock up her cunt, not shoved in her asshole!
More inches throbbed and jerked into her ass. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired belly rubbing over the tops of her asscheeks. How it was tearing her, splitting her in two. Ann felt the pain even more now that his cock was nearly halfway inside her ass. That wide cockhead seemed to go down forever, making the backs of her legs ache. The weight of her body pulled painfully at her arms and awkwardly bound legs. "Buy it, bitch!"
His cock snaked into her asshole more and more until the head slipped into her ass all the way.
"Oh God!" Ann cried, completely blown away by his cock. She wondered how long she could stay conscious before passing out from the pain.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oooofffff!"
Jack was in her all the way! Ann could feel his cock twisting and sliding up her ass, his balls flattened out against the bottoms of her asscheeks! She inhaled sharply, twisting her bound shoulders against the wood, her legs aching. How the ropes dug into her ankles! Her spine ached from the awkward curling while Jack fucked her asshole long and hard.
Hot tears sprang to her eyes as the woman fought to relax, yes, relax. That was the only way she'd be able to take this cock up her ass without falling completely to pieces.
"Man, oh man, it's somethin' else feelin' my cock up your ass, lady," Jack grunted, his fingers crawling over her belly, then sliding up to her tits.
He knocked his body purposely against hers hard several times, making her torso jiggle against the ropes that held her wrists and ankles bound together. The resulting agony made Ann shriek, jerking her bound body against the wood first, then bouncing back against Jack. He pinched her nipples cruelly, rolling them around and around while sticking yet another inch of his cock-rod into her.
"Oh God!"
Ann jerked her head back, letting out a sharp cry. He was pulling out slowly now, withdrawing his cock from her asshole. Strange needles of pain/pleasure bit into her ass-flesh, making her cunt flutter. It was as if someone had attached a vacuum to her ass! Ann felt her insides turning around, puckering outward as Jack pulled more of his prick from her ass.
"Ohhhh . . . "
Her muscles knotted, cramping painfully around her upper arms and thighs. The big stud kept withdrawing until almost half his cock throbbed outside her stretched asshole.
"Oh yeah, yeah, baby, that looks real good," he muttered, peering down at her asshole.
Ann felt him rubbing his callused fingertips over the wrinkled flesh of her asshole, massaging it, rubbing the tightened muscle until the woman felt it gradually relaxing.
"It's real nice, watchin' your ass bein' split open like that by my cock. Christ, lady, you got one hell of a nice, hot tight ass!"
"Please . . . "
Ann's mind went blank as she felt him shoving his cock back into her ass. His fingers were nearly crushing her ribs now, hurting her terribly while his knees kept hammering against the backs of her legs. Again he shoved his crotch all the way down and in, his wiry cockhairs tickling her ass. He was rubbing his hipbones up and down, stirring his cock around in her guts like a giant spoon. Ann sobbed, feeling the resulting drag of her cuntlips against one another.
"God! Oh God, God!" Ann bawled, the juice seeping hotly from her fuzzy cuntal crack.
"Oh man, man, gonna shoot off! Blow my wad right in your fuckin' ass, Ann-baby. Yeah, that's it, suck it up, suck in my cockmeat!"
His words burned into her brain. The straining ache of her arms and legs seemed to disappear under her rising heat.
Ann moaned under her breath, cramping her legs as she tried to ease the pulling agony around her wrists. How the ropes burned her flesh, nearly cutting the circulation from her fingers and toes. And all the while Jack's cock hammered into her ass, splitting her like a log!
Once more Jack let out an obscene torrent of words, his cock pulling all the way out. The resulting vacuum sucked at her bowels. Ann jerked and twitched like a speared fish, her body slamming hard against the upended workbench. At times the woman thought she would faint from the pulling pain of the ropes holding her in this unnatural position. But all the while her cunt kept her awake-her pussy, hot and slippery, the walls sucking out, searching for the cock that was reaming out her asshole.
"Gonna . . . uhhh . . . gonna do it, baby," Jack stammered, his fingers pinching her nipples more cruelly than ever! Gonna cum . . . gonna fill you up with . . . uhh . . . gonna . . . fuck!"
At the same time she could feel thick, shooting masses of his jizz burning into her asshole. Ann screamed wildly, her body hitting the workbench table again and again. The splinters knifed into her rubbery, open cuntlips, some of them biting into her clit. It was more than the woman could stand. The tension of the ropes knotting up her arms and legs, the ass-fucking, her pussy pricked by those awful splinters, Jack's fingers massaging and pinching her nipples-everything conspired to push her over the edge.
Jack slipped his hands down until his fingers were straying around her cunthole. Ann bolted backward, her thighs tensing, the tendons bulging against her flushed, pink skin. He was touching her clit now, pinching it as he had pinched her nipples. Electric sparks of delight showered into her cunt.
The pleasure scorched her veins, driving her to heights she had only imagined. The smashing rhythm of her orgasm shattered her. Ann's overloaded brain exploded as she kept that prick inside her asshole. Fucked at both ends-the fingers in her cunt and that awful, ripping cock in her ass! She felt jizz oozing from her asshole and let out a wild, hysterical laugh.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby, nice fuck . . . real good hard fuck!"
Slowly Jack came down from his high, giving Ann several quick sharp jerks before pushing out. His hands braced around her spine, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he drew his softening cock out slowly. "Oh no, no . . . "
Ann sagged against the tilted workbench, feeling her world slipping away from her. She had never felt so empty in all her life. Jack had slid his cock out of her asshole and now was fumbling around with the ropes holding her ankles bound against her asscheeks. Ann didn't care. She groaned as the hemp eased around her ankles. How her cunt ached for a cock! In spite of the massive orgasm that had slivered her body, the blonde wanted a good hot fucking.
"Whew, baby! That was one hell of a fuck," Jack commented, pulling the long piece of rope from around her ankles.
He grabbed both legs, easing them down until her toes nearly touched the floor again. Then he took her by the shoulders, twisting her back around. She hung there, arms stretched above her head, her ass flattened against the workbench. Ann could see Jack fully now-see his wonderful, hard-muscled body, and the flaccid cock hanging between his legs. How she wanted to touch it, to arouse his prick so he could fuck her where she needed it.
"You still want my cock, don'tcha, baby? You still gotta have that mother stuffed up your cunt before I leave, right?"
"Oh yes, yes," Ann gasped shamelessly, shaking her head from left to right.
Let him think her a slut! Let him call her a whore! Ann didn't care any more. Just thinking about the way she'd been fucked and tormented without having a cock fucking between her thighs drove her wild! Cum oozed from her stretched asshole as she rubbed her ass against the splintery wooden table top. Fuck. Fuck. She wanted to be fucked once again!
"Gimme some time, baby. I'll give you what you want-in spades."
Jack puttered around the basement for the next few minutes, rummaging around looking for more rope. Ann burned with desire, watching his cock. The dull, throbbing ache in her crotch was becoming sharper now, her cuntal muscles knotting up as she thought about Jack fucking her again!
In a few more minutes Jack was back, several pieces of rope hanging from his right hand. Ann's shoulders ached from the pulling weight of her dangling body. Her legs still hadn't quite recovered from the awkward position they'd been bent during the last ass-fucking. Was he going to tie her up again?
"No, just fuck, just fuck," she whispered, shaking loose hair from her eyes.
Ann flinched once more as he looped some rope around her right tit, circling it and then stretching the line to the left tit and doing the same. Slipping the rope tighter and tighter, Jack was squeezing her tits down and in, making her nipples stand out from the surrounding flesh. "Ooooo!"
Ann threw her head back, the throbbing ache in her nipples matching the pulsing between her white, shivering thighs. Jack tugged at the line, laughing as the woman winced and cried out in pain. His eyes glittered once more. And, peering down, Ann saw that his cock was once again hard and ready for fucking.
"Oh yeah, baby, move it around, move it around to show me you dig them roped tits!"
He was on her now, squeezing her nipples while rubbing his prick against her cunt. Her pussy warmed, simmering, hotter than ever before! Her cunt needed that hard, ramming cock! The nerves in her asshole still sang with delight from jack's savage fucking and now her pussy was going to undergo the same wonderful torment.
"Oh God!"
The ropes were squeezing her tits purple. Jack slapped her hard across the chin to shut her up, his big hands lifting her slightly as he positioned himself for the initial fucking thrust.
"Thinkin' about how it's gonna feel me slip-as pin' my cock into you?"
"Oh yes, yes!" she shamelessly admitted.
All that mattered now was that cockhead rubbing excitement into her cunt. Ann felt the hot juices seeping from her cunt, oozing through her wiry, frazzled pussy-hairs. It was wetting down the wide flare of his prickhead, exciting jack incredibly as his hands trembled around the tugging, painful rope.
"Ohhhhh . . . that hurts me so much . . . oh God, stop it!"
Of course Ann knew he wouldn't listen to her. It was a game now, a game of pain and pleasure she enjoyed more and more with each passing second. The big man rolled his hips upward, his cock shoving up against the top of Ann's cuntal mound. His fingers tightened around her upper arms while his legs spread hers apart. The splinters knifed into her flattened ass as Jack shoved in.
Ann felt his cock pressing her clit. She sighed, her fingers working against one another. She could feel an electric charge seeping from her clit, making her pussy wink shut in sexual excitement as jack began fucking her once more.
"Man, oh man, second time tonight and I'm goin' nuts over this bitch," he muttered to himself, tugging at the tit ropes once again.
Ann found herself rocking her ass from side to side, feeling his cockhead squeezing in and frying up in her bubbling juice. Jack was getting into the act now as well, sucking and biting at her neck, every nibbling caress sending flashes of lust rushing up and down her spine. She shivered with more excitement.
"That's it, baby, rock those fuckin' hips so I can get in easy."
Ann did as she was told, shifting her thighs from left to right, bending her knees slightly and spreading them to either side of Jack's body. She felt the greasy cleft of her cuntflesh slip over his cockhead. Again Ann moaned, curling her spine, feeling her body splitting wide open on that thick tower of cockmuscle. She let out a low moan from her throat, wanting that cock deeper in her. She needed that sense of added warmth in her body, that feeling of something very hard and unyielding deep in her cunt.
Another inch! Yes, he had slipped another inch of his cock into her. Ann kicked her legs out a second time, the balls of her feet striking the workbench again and again. Jack was working his fingers around her nipples, abandoning the horrid squeezing rope for the moment. When she felt him pinch her nipples hard, the woman screamed loudly.
Swearing violently, the big stud centered his cockhead over her pussy, pumping up quickly and filling her steamy cunt out in her arms as she felt his cock fill her belly. She moved her hips from side to side more quickly, pressing her pussy onto his cock. "Ohhfhhfhh!"
Jack grunted in response, shoving forward and upward with a greasy slide. Ann shook violently as if she were having a seizure. Jack dropped his head and flicked his tongue in her mouth, shoving it down to her throat while pumping madly into her pussy.
"Man, fuck it out, bitch. Fuck that cunt out till you make me blow again!"
He was kissing her again, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Ann's tongue writhed against his now. It fenced and battled with Jack, communicating her desperate, perverted needs. She sucked hard, drawing his lips into her mouth. The thought of fucking him drove her mad. The rising heat in her cunt made her a wild animal, pumping her thighs up and down, from side to side.
No longer could Ann feel the ropes cutting into her wrist-flesh. The ropes around her tits added to the hot, itchy excitement burning in her cunt. The woman forgot about her daughter Wendy, about her fears of being discovered. All she cared about was the fucking she was getting from him, that hot, tight feeling of a big cock up her cunt!
The mass of sexual tension in her belly swelled, pressing against her clit. her asscheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again, rubbing hard against the table top. Jack dug his fingernails into her asscheeks, pinching them, stretching them apart from the cum-sticky crack separating them. Ann could feel the insides of her thighs alternately chilling and burning while Jack continued to hammer away at her clit. She could feel her entire body melting, turning into a kind of rubbery mass as she tossed her hips around with a wild abandon.
"Cum, baby, cum with me," Jack groaned, slapping her numbed cheeks again and again, dropping his hands to her ass and pinching her until her asscheeks were red with his abuse.
"Cummmmm . . . "
Ann screamed, her mind splintering again, exploding into thousands of brightly colored pieces. She felt that fire starting up between her legs, scorching her cunt-hairs, charring her clit. Sparks seemed to fly from her pussy, reddening her thighs and surrounding belly-flesh. This was one of her most powerful climaxes in years! Ann gasped, her chest tightening so much she could hardly breathe!
"Noooooo!"
The woman whipped the backs of her legs wildly against the table, tugging at the ropes above her until they rubbed her flesh pink.
"Go for it, bitch!"
Ann did, her belly seeming to bulge with his cock. Her cunt swelled up with excitement. She grunted, feeling his huge cock inside her. Ann felt herself tensing, her body getting ready for a wild cum. And then the woman exploded, the hard, heavy jolt of her orgasm knocking the wind from her. She wept and struggled against herself, clit-stinging spasms striking her again and again.
"Noooooooo!"
"Oh yeah, baby, come on, make it, go for it, bitch, go for it."
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ann felt her pussy blow up again. It was milking that cum-spewing prick, the labia contracting while her cuntal walls held tightly onto Jack's rod. She lost contact with everything except the stud holding her down against the workbench. Her head snapped back while her bound tits jiggled. After all the torment, after all the humiliation, she'd Finally received what she'd needed.
"Good fuckin' baby, good . . . "
Jack rested against her for a while, his fingers clawing at her tits. Ann closed her eyes and sighed. What a trap she'd fallen into-a silken trap with so many pitfalls. But she couldn't get out. She just couldn't because she didn't want to. Lying there with her wrists bound above her head, the woman knew she enjoyed this kind of bondage, this kind of domination. As foul as Jack might have been she needed that as much as she needed air!
"Let you down, baby. But we're gonna get together real soon. My cock's feelin' okay now, but it's gonna get real hot for your ass and cunt again. You can bet on that, Ann baby."
"Just . . . go . . . please," she stammered, her body sliding down the table and collapsing into a crumpled heap on the floor after he unhooked her bonds.
Jack laughed at her, nudging her with the tip of his boot, then turned and slipped on his t-shirt. There were no good-byes, no loving words. He just turned and went, leaving Ann on the floor. Unseen to both of them the shadowy figure by the window moved, then disappeared.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What am I going to do?"
Wendy sat alone in the living room, her pert little ass sinking comfortably into the broad blue cushion. The clock next to her ticked rhythmically, the sounds putting her even more on edge. She had seen them! She had seen her mother and Jack doing their dirty little things!
"Oh . . . God!"
How it chilled her watching Jack rope her mother like that, beating her, then twisting her up in that foul position before fucking her in the ass! The girl still couldn't believe she'd seen that. Her own mother bound, the ropes holding her legs in that grotesque position while Jack edged up behind her and slipped his cock into her asshole! Wendy let out another shivery groan, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down over her upper arms. Just the thought of having something that big and thick slipping between her asscheeks made Wendy sick.
So what Jack had told her before was true! Her mother was into bondage, into that savage S & M. Now the girl sat there alone, her knees pressed close together, her arms resting in her lap. All she could think of was Jack. How her mind dwelled on him! In spite of herself Wendy thought of the way he'd towered over her mother! He was so brutally handsome, his sweat-slick flesh glistening in the yellow light. There had been times as she'd crouched outside and watched them through the dirty basement window when Wendy had wished she could trade places with her mother.
Now it was Saturday. Turning around and raising her lovely blue eyes, the girl saw it was almost three-thirty. Her mother had left for work early, mother and daughter hardly exchanging a word. What could she say? Wendy was terrified that if she opened her mouth something terrible might come out. She had to have better control of herself before talking to Ann.
Suddenly the girl realized that she wanted to see her mother's boyfriend again. As hideous and unnatural as it seemed, Wendy couldn't deny it. It had been nearly four days since she'd watched the scene in the basement, and five since Jack had fucked her senseless. Now she wanted it again. That awful tingle in her cunt was getting worse and worse as the seconds ticked by. Wendy turned, staring up at the empty stairwell. It was so quiet in the house!
"Oh, God!"
She stood up, feeling a little unsteady from the excitement coursing through her body. Wendy hesitated for another second, thinking of Jack once more and then brushing aside any other feelings.
Wendy stopped at the foot of the stairs, her slender fingers curling around the oak railing as she felt the tickling, burning itch in her cunt increase. Her cunt felt very hot and very moist. When she walked, the velvety surfaces rubbed together deliciously and more hot juice escaped to dampen her panties.
What had Jack done to her? He'd turned on some terrible switch, flicking on a power that
Wendy could no longer control. She shook her head, climbing the stairs. Again she had to stop, the friction of her cuntlips over her clit driving the breath from hr lungs.
When she reached the top of the stairs, the girl moved quickly down the brightly lit hall, entering her mother's bedroom and pausing for just a moment. What would Ann say if she were to know her daughter had been raped right there in her own bed? Raped! Wendy smiled, shaking her head from side to side. No, that wasn't the real world for what had happened. Perhaps at the start it had been rape. But by the end the girl had been helping. Jack, reveling in the degradation he heaped on her.
The teen shook away those thoughts, moving to the bedstand and pulling it open. There were the usual things tossed about in the small drawer-change, a tissue, a tampon. And there in the corner slipped under a small coral compact was a white sheet of paper folded neatly. Wendy hesitated again, then reached in with icy fingers to pull it out.
"Jack's number!" She read the inside of the paper.
Wendy sat down at the edge of the bed, pausing for a second. The numbers swam in front of her eyes as she stared at the neat printing. Did she dare do it? Did she dare make the phone call? What would she say? Would he laugh at her? The thought of rejection made her suck in her pouty lower lip and bite down in frustration. But then what was to become of her? How could she control that hot itch Jack had unleashed on her? Even now she could feel the moist juices oozing from her cuntslit, making her panties stick to her thighs.
Throwing pride and caution out the door, Wendy reached over and carefully dialed the number. Her heart was beating like a bass drum when she heard the connection click over and the number start to ring at the other end. One. Two. Three. "Yeah?"
Wendy couldn't speak for a second. Her voice was paralyzed. When she finally was able to talk, the words came out in a strained squeak.
"Jack? This is Wendy. Uh, Ann Urban's daughter," she said, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame.
He laughed quietly, rubbing the receiver against his unshaven cheek.
"I . . . I was wondering about . . . you know, coming over or something."
Her voice died out at the end of the sentence. Wendy sat there, twisting the black coiled cord around in her fingers, perspiring heavily, feeling her heart contract against and again as the killing silence continued at the other end of the line.
"So, you wanna get fucked again, eh baby? You like the way I ream you out, huh?"
The words made her burn even more with embarrassment. But at the same time they were conjuring up wicked, delicious images of her and Jack, of Jack and Ann. In a flash she saw her mother hanging there from the top of the table, her body contorted in that awful way while Jack ate out her ass before fucking her. She moaned softly into the receiver, drawing her knees together. "I . . . I . . . "
She couldn't answer him. The idea of calling Jack was enough. Would he want her to explain just what she wanted?
"Okay, baby. I got some time . . . got plenty of time for you. Like I told you, I had a feelin' we'd be gettin' together fast."
He gave her his address, then hung up, leaving Wendy sitting there alone in the bedroom with the sweaty-hot receiver pressed against one ear. She knew she could call it off, a simple phone call would take care of that. But the young teen also knew she wouldn't. Things had been set in motion. She had to see Jack.
Rising from her mother's bed, the girl cast a backward glance at the mattress that had witnessed her first wild fuck. Chills raced up and down her spine once more. Turning around, she marched from the bedroom, stopping at the full-length hall mirror just at the head of the stairs for a moment. Flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulders, Wendy saw why someone like Jack would want her. She had a child-like face even though her body was already fully matured, contrasting sharply with the air of innocence she maintained in spite of what had happened to her several days ago.
Hurriedly scrawling a note to her mother that she was visiting some friends, Wendy skipped out the back door, pulling the blue wool sweater tightly over her narrow shoulders. All the way to Jack's the girl had the feeling neighbors were staring at her, pointing at her, knowing exactly what was going to happen. It was foolish, of course, to think so. But the girl couldn't help it.
Five blocks away Wendy turned south and found herself facing a one-story 1930's style farmhouse set back from the street. The yard-or what there was left of it-was badly overgrown with weeds. There were rusty cans scattered here and there. The house and surrounding yard, in short, was something of an eyesore. Squaring her shoulders, the girl looked nervously. The neighborhood was quiet except for the distant, occasional sound of a barking dog.
There could be no turning back now. She'd seen movement behind one of the dirty curtains and she knew he knew she was standing out there, staring at the house. She'd feel a complete fool if she didn't go through with it. Wendy was trembling when she began walking up the circular cracked walk to the house. The girl could feel her panties clinging to her dampened cuntlips. Her cunt was so tingly and excited! Again and again she thought about what this man had done to her mother, and what he might do to her. And still she couldn't keep herself from moving up the walk.
Stopping at the front door, Wendy curled her fingers into a fist and knocked once.
The girl held her breath, feeling her flesh tingle under her skirt and blouse. She felt her heart grow heavy as it thudded against her chest. She couldn't hear anything moving inside. Maybe she hadn't seen the curtain move. Maybe jack had gone some place at the last second. What did he care about some dumb teenager pawing at his door in the middle of the afternoon? The girl raised her hand and tapped twice. Nothing. She turned, about to walk away down the path when she heard the doorknob turn. Her heart stopped as she wheeled about and found herself facing a bare-chested Jack.
"Wendy . . . yeah, you came over here real fast," he said, leaning sexily against the door frame and peering at her.
His Levi's fit tightly against his body, revealing everything. He looked even more handsome, even more masculine than he had before! Wendy put one hand to her heart instinctively, feeling herself swaying dangerously from one side to the other.
"I . . . "
"Come on in, baby. Been thinkin' about you the last few days. Guess you been thinkin' about me too," Jack said, backing away into the darkness.
Wendy wanted to say something about her mother, about how she'd seen the two of them fucking like that! Instead she kept her head down, feeling very embarrassed as she shuffled through the doorway. His place, as she had suspected, was no palace of cleanliness. Cans and other debris were scattered all over the well-worn living room rug and partially drawn shades and blinds dulled the day vision inside. Through the dusty haze hanging over the room Wendy made out several beaten and battered stuffed chairs and a sofa to the left. There was the smell of stale tobacco and the reek of alcohol. The odors made her wrinkle her nose as Jack shut and locked the front door.
"Now, babe, whatcha doin' here? Ain't you got schoolwork or somethin'? "
"I . . . I wanted to talk," Wendy said, desperately searching for words.
"Talk?"
"I . . . I thought I'd come over and . . . and . . . "
Wendy wished she could sink through the floor. Jack was enjoying her discomfort immensely, rubbing his stubbly cheek with one hand while grinning at her.
"I ain't gonna talk to you . . . least wise, not the way you're thinkin'. Come on," he said, approaching her.
Wendy shrank back one step, hunching her head in her shoulders while drawing her arms inward. Jack paused, his smile broadening.
"Gonna play that game, eh? The reluctant virgin? Baby, you forgot I fucked you good and hot in your old lady's bedroom a while ago, remember?"
"I . . . uhhh, please, don't talk that way. It's awful . . . awful . . . "
Jack's smile faded. "Awful, eh? You ain't seen awful yet. I was just fuckin' around with you before. Now you're gonna get an idea what it's like to really get knocked around."
He stepped forward, grabbing Wendy by the shoulders. The girl shivered inwardly, feeling the heavy, hot grip of his palms on her body. The sweater came off, falling in a heap at her feet. She felt his fingers working against her blouse, pulling it to either side of her throat until she could feel the strain of his movements against her buttons.
"You'll tear it . . . and."
The buttons strained even more, then ripped from their anchorage. Wendy couldn't move. Jack had her trapped with his muscular hands and arms. Her blouse ripped completely open, sliding down her body, falling down from her waist to her sandaled feet. She was very conscious of the bra holding her full, red-tipped tits in place. Again Wendy thought of her mother, of the way Jack had slipped that awful rope around Ann's tits and tightened it until her nipples threatened to pop off the end.
"This place's got a basement, just like your house. Your old lady's got stuff in there for our fun. But I got more here. Gonna put you through your paces, bitch. Come on!"
Jack pushed her backwards, pointing with one finger at the kitchen. Wendy marched forward, feeling a draft chilling her flesh as she moved through the kitchen, past a grease-laden stove to another doorway. Jack reached ahead of her, flicking on a switch, then pushing her forward with his chest against her shoulders.
It was like descending into some medieval dungeon! There was a dank smell to the air as
Wendy stepped carefully down the stairs. The steps creaked under her light weight, groaning heavily as Jack marched down behind her.
"You came here for some fuckin' fun, right? I thought you'd be back. Move it over there and take your skirt off."
Wendy again did as she was told, unzipping the short black skirt and stepping from it. Carefully she draped it across a near-by wooden chair, slipping her sandals from her small feet. There was a bench not unlike that in her mother's basement. There were cuff-like rings on either end of the bench, rusted chains dangling from all four of them. Ominous thoughts filtered through her mind as the girl climbed onto the table and lay belly-down.
"Nice body. Almost forgot what a fuckin' nice ass you got."
He was sliding his fingers under her bra strap, pulling it up, forcing the cups to pinch her tits. Wendy groaned, reaching back to slap his hands away. Instead of moving Jack pulled harder on the straps, tearing them from her shoulders, then sliding the halter from her body. The girl screamed, feeling her nipples scratching over the hard, cold surface.
"Slip 'em up here, baby, up through the cuffs."
Wendy felt him grip one hand when she proved too slow. He thrust it through the opened cuff at the head of the bench and held it against the bottom oval while he clamped the top over her wrist. With some adjustment the iron cuff squeezed tightly against her hand, holding it firmly in place.
Jack did the same thing to her left hand, affixing it into the cuffs, then moved around and grabbed her legs and slid them through the iron restraints. For a second Wendy thought she'd feel Jack climbing onto her body, unzipping his Levi's and shoving his cock into her ass, much the same way he'd ass-fucked her mother.
Nothing happened. She heard Jack fumbling around behind her. Then he was back, tapping something heavy against one ass-cheek. Turning her head around the girl saw it was a riding crop! Jack held the bound leather end tightly in one hand, tapping the narrow tip against one of her asscheeks.
"Oh no!"
This was what she had come for. And now that she had it Wendy wondered about how wise her coming had been. Perspiration broke out all over her body as she twisted her wrists and ankles against the rusty cuffs. To be helpless, utterly without power was a terror that not only raised her hair but also made her clit stand up against the splinters digging into her cunt flesh.
"Little girls like you gotta be taught lessons not to call up strange guys. Don't never know whatcha gonna get into."
He was talking with mock seriousness, trailing the tip of the crop over the swells of her ass, then taking it away. In a second the girl caught the whistling sound of the crop hissing through the air. Before she could think the leather instrument lashed into her asscheeks, leaving a long red mark that ran diagonally across her jiggling, tormented asscheeks.
"Eaaaaayyyghghghh!"
Wendy let out an ear-piercing shriek, her spine curling while her body snapped violently against the table. Jack waited until her sobs had calmed down. It was better to put time between the blows, making the girl feel them fully as they bit into her flesh.
Wendy tensed her shoulders in anticipation of the next blow, both glad and sorry that she'd found Jack's number and thrown herself at his booted, sadistic feet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Yaghghghghhhh!"
Another blow, this one more savage than the first. Jack nearly jumped up from the floor with this attack, his arm tensing, the muscles hard as he gripped the crop tightly and brought it down savagely against her flexing asscheeks.
"Nooooo!"
Wendy pulled and yanked against the cuffs holding her wrists in place, her violent movements making the table shake and the rusty chains rattle.
"Fuckin' slut! Comin' over here to trot that ass around me."
Jack laid two heavy strokes against her ass, this time crisscrossing them with the first two. Wendy shrieked until her throat burned. She wriggled her hips, trying to shake off the burning pain that was sending biting shock waves to her clit.
"Bitch!"
Again the awful word. Again another awful blow, the crop this time curling around her asscheeks and searing the sweaty crack between them. Another blow touched the supersensitive wrinkled flesh of her asshole, yanking it out of shape. Wendy screamed again, her body convulsing as the burning, punishing blows rained down on her.
"Man, you got a nice red ass now . . . nice and red by my crop."
Tears blurred Wendy's vision. She pressed her lips tightly together to hold back any more screams. Soft, anguished moans rumbled in her throat as she twisted her head away and pressed one burning cheek against the cold wood.
Jack changed tactic now, turning the crop around and pressing the handle against her asshole. Wendy's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks puffing out as she flinched at the cold, leather touch. He was twisting the crop around as if it were a screw and he were trying to twist it into her body. "Nooo!"
Again the memory of seeing her mother being fucked in the ass exploded in her mind! There was nothing she could do. Jack had her trapped as he had trapped her mother. The girl stopped, her face a mask of terrible concentration as the leather crop spread her asshole open. Wendy let out another gasping breath, the muscles in her arms aching from the tension.
Then suddenly Jack yanked out the crop, holding it tightly with one hand and giving her two more rapid shots over her ass. Soon Wendy lost count of the blows. Her body began shaking convulsively and she felt she was on the brink of losing her mind. The pain, the horrible, hot pain seared through her body, driving out everything from her brain except the burning agony of the beating.
"Just a little bit more," Jack said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Just a little more to beat out the idea you can trot your cunt over here and expect me to be waitin' for you."
"That wasn't it! That wasn't it!" she cried back, knowing no explanation could stop him.
Jack kepi on beating her ass viciously with the leathered crop. Wendy felt the heat of the beating radiating down to her cunt, making her clit stand up from the surrounding flesh. She could feel her cunt starting to seep that sticky fluid once more. Jack was arousing her with pain and humiliation once more, just as he'd done to her mother. She bit her lower lip until she could taste the warm, salty blood. Horrible! Horrible! And yet nothing in the world could have induced her to escape even if she could have pulled her arms free of those rusty iron cuffs.
Again Jack stopped, shaking the beads of perspiration from his forehead. Sliding the crop between his arm and chest, Jack moved around, stretching both hands forward and spreading her asscheeks. She could feel the hot, damp flesh of her asscrack suddenly exposed to the damp cellar air. Wendy closed her eyes once more, wondering if he was going to slide that crop into her asshole. He was already fumbling around inside her ass, then letting several fingers stray back into her pussy.
"Yeahh, you're super hot, baby. You got juice comin' outta you like some kinda ripe fruit," Jack whispered, sliding his greasy fingers in and out of her cunthole, laughing when her muscles grabbed at his invading digits.
"A real little hell-cat," Jack commented. "You dug havin' that knife, the matches, the crop. Man, ain't you the bottomless pit!" He squeezed her whip-striped ass hard, then backed off.
There were the sounds of more fumbling as he continued rummaging around behind her. The awful smell of the cellar seemed to increase. Then Jack grabbed her roughly by the hair, yanking her head up. Wendy screamed, the tearing sensation sending Shockwaves of agony through her skull.
"Shaddup!"
Roughly Jack jammed a black rubber ball between her lips. It was just like the one he'd gagged her with earlier. This ball had two leather straps sticking from either end, straps Jack fixed tightly around the back of her head. Wendy moved her tongue behind the ball, sliding it to one side so she wouldn't gag on it or the spit gathering behind the awful-tasting thing.
"Now I'm gonna see how much you can take," Jack promised.
It was hard for her to turn her head but Wendy managed to raise it enough to see Jack pulling what appeared to be sets of heavy black wires from a small gray machine to the right.
"What's that?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.
"Gonna fry you up a little, baby. Gonna see if you got a limit," Jack said, untangling the black wires, stretching them out.
Wendy narrowed her eyes, squinting through the dim light. At the end of each wire as a small silver clamp. Jack pushed down at one end of one of the clamps and examined the fine teeth. Then he twisted it around until it was facing her cunt. His eyes caught hers, sneering down at the helpless teen as he dropped the clamp down into her cunt-hairs.
"Oh!"
Wendy jerked, her ass snapping up in the air. A pocket of air escaped from her cunt with a light whooshing sound while a flutter washed over her belly. He had attached the cold little thing to her right cuntlip. The fine teeth teasingly bit into the hot, swollen flesh, tugging down at her outer cuntlabe. Another clamp wound up on her other cuntlip.
This is insane! she thought.
Jack could only chuckle at her, uncurling still more wire and shoving one up her asshole. The girl let out another cry, clenching her asscheeks until they ached. She worked her sphincter outward, trying to dislodge the offending wire. Nothing could slip it out, however.
"Now, for the rest," Jack muttered, moving around to the head of the table and sliding his hands down between her chest and the bench.
In a moment he had attached the remaining two clamps to her nipples, warning the girl that if she moved too much the teeth of those things might tear off her nubs. Wendy did her best to stay put, carefully measuring her breathing, afraid to move a muscle. She lay there, perspiration dotting her forehead. The girl had no idea what lay in store for her. But Wendy was certain it would be painful, if Jack had anything to do with it.
"Now we start up."
He moved back behind her. There was more metallic clanking sounds. Then the room suddenly filled with a steady, low-pitched hum. A generator! Of course! He had wired her up and was going to electrocute her!
"Nooooo!"
She chomped down on the rubber ball, shaking her head, raising it as much as she could from the table. Twice Wendy tried pulling her arms free of those awful cuffs but the iron held firm. Jack leaned against the warming generator, his lips curled in mind amusement as he watched the frantic struggle of the young blonde teen. Her ass clenched in fear while her tits pillowed even more against the splintery table top. When she began moving, the girl could feel the metallic fine teeth biting into her tit tips more painfully. Quickly Wendy stopped moving, remembering Jack's warning. Trapped! There was nothing she could do except wait for the inevitable pain. The girl let out a muffled groan, dropping her head lifelessly onto the table while Jack's fingers played over the lit dials.
The humming increased in pitch. Wendy stiffened, feeling a tingle race through her body. Her toes curled until they cramped while her fingers shivered slightly in the iron cuffs. She moved her belly experimentally against the wooden table while her clit stood up even farther from the surrounding moist, aroused meat. That charge was actually turning her on, making her pussymuscles tense, relax, then tense again. She found her cuntal walls buckling, caving in and rubbing against one another as the current stimulated her fuzzy cunthole. Wendy groaned, biting down harder on the black rubber ball gagging her.
"You dig that, don't you? It ain't so bad havin' your pussy warmed up by this thing, eh? Almost better than havin' my cock fuckin' you."
No, that wasn't true and if she hadn't been gagged Wendy would have told him so. But as it was all she could do was make muffled sounds through the gag, pulling at the iron bands holding her hands in place.
Jack increased the voltage. Her muscles stiffened, her back curling at the added pressure. A strange, hot, possessive force was loose in her body. She twisted from left to right, rocking against the splintery wood. Her asscheeks jiggled, the wire inside her bowels sparking and fluttering against her shitter lining. She jerked her asscheeks up, wagging them almost like a tail before bringing them down hard again. How the current passing through her cunt made her pussymuscles flutter. And how her clit itched!
"Ooooffffff!"
Jack left the setting as it was for a moment, folding his arms and watching the girl rock her body from side to side. She was twisting and writhing against the bonds holding her fast to the table. Her flesh seemed to glow in the dark from the invading electricity as perspiration covered her body like a fine coat of velvet. Her knees tensed, hitting the table top several times. Jack licked his dry lips, fingering his hard cock through his Levi's while studying Wendy's desperate reaction to the buzzing current.
"Now, we go for the hard stuff."
"Yaghghfhhfhfhffff!" He switched the dial up two notches. Every nerve-ending in her body seemed to buzz with pain and heat. Wendy couldn't move for a second, her mind too astonished by the fury of the increased voltage. Sparks seemed to be shooting from her body everywhere. Her nostrils flared while a steady pained moan escaped from around the gagging rubber ball. Wendy began jerking more violently, her arms pulling wildly at the iron arm cuffs while her legs tightened, relaxed, then spasmed violently against the bands at the far end of the bench. Her nipples were on fire! Wendy screamed again, her bones rattling from the voltage.
"Ain't much of a picnic now, is it, baby? Ain't so good when you got this much shit blowin' through your body," Jack commented, his fingers moving around the dial once again.
"Eayyyaghhghghhh!"
Wendy's face became a blur, her teeth chattering against the hard rubber ball. Her legs were jerking regularly now against the iron cuffs holding her to the table. The girl thought she could feel her toenails separating from her body.
"Uhhhh . . . "
The pain became enormous. For a moment Wendy thought she might pass out. That would have been a blessing but the hateful current kept her awake, the voltage tearing into her flesh, making her nipples burn so Wendy could smell them smoking.
"A little higher, eh babe?"
Wendy was struck with the force of a hammer. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole were ripped to pieces by fiery knives. Her bones throbbed, threatening to shatter. Again and again the girl screamed, her cries choked off by the rubber ball pressing back against her front teeth. Jack was laughing, watching her writhe and jerk some kind of lab animal. Wendy's lips were turning purple while cunt-juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs.
"Ughhhfhfhhfffff!"
Yet another notch higher! Wendy went out of control, her body functions exploding into chaos. In spite of the agony the girl felt her orgasm explode. She was helpless to stop any of the jerking and spasming in her pussy and the tearing sensation in her clit. Her climax made her shudder, tearing at her body, sending her mind slivering into millions of pieces.
At a slightly higher setting Wendy thought her asshole was going to blow out. The wire shoved deep in her ass was jerking about, sending sparks of such hot, delicious agony through her guts. Wendy could feel her bowels churning while her cunt exploded again and again in a delicious shower of climactic feeling.
"Fuckin' slut!"
Suddenly it stopped. Wendy felt the voltage peak, then quit. She let out one final howl, jerking her thighs against one another, drawing in several splinters from the wooden bench to prick against her clit. She was cumming violently, feeling that itchy, throbbing ache grow worse and worse. That electricity had helped her get off and now Jack had taken it away from her! She groaned and sobbed, digging her shattered fingernails into her palms and groaning through the rubber gag. She had to have more stimulation to finish her orgasm.
"Gonna do it, baby."
Jack reached down, jerking the pincers free. He pulled out the long black wire he'd shoved up her ass earlier, watching her roll her thighs uncontrollably against the splintery wooden table. Wendy was still trembling and sobbing when he stepped out of his Levi's, kicking the faded jeans under the table. Twisting her head around, she saw that cock-that long, thickly veined cock-throbbing with lust. How she wanted it!
"Ooofoffff!"
"Yeah, I know, baby, you want it bad . . . and you're gonna get it!"
She sobbed again, the spasms in her cunt reaching up into her ass. Wendy felt him fumbling with the iron cuffs, loosening them, then finally opening all four up. She felt his rough hands slip quickly under her ass, spinning her around until she was resting on her back. Jack knelt between her slightly raised thighs, one hand slowly rubbing over the inflamed cockhead inches from her boiling pussy.
Wendy stared wide-eyed at him, rutting before the big stud like a shameless whore. She saw the slick juice oozing from his piss-slit, greasing down his cockhead. Jack took up the juice, smearing it over the tight-skinned sides of his cockmeat, making it look so shiny and appealing. Wendy wanted to tell him how much she wanted that thing in her pussy but the rubber ball still wedged in her mouth kept her from speaking.
"Now, baby. You're gonna fry me up with that fuckin' pussy of yours, aintcha?"
"Oooohhhh!"
Jack didn't wait any longer. He leaned forward, his hands pressing against her narrow shoulders. Her ass flattened out against the table from the added weight as his knees spread her clenched legs farther apart. Soon he was riding her, his cock jabbing blindly against her cunt.
Throwing her arms around him, she drew the big stud closer to her, feeling his prick pressing hard against her swollen, spasming outer cunt labia. Jack held her just as tightly, us pinning her with his cock. In a second the girl felt that spongy hot head gurgling through her pussy, frying up in her juices. How her cuntal walls spasmed at the touch of his cockhead! Wendy laughed clawing her broken fingernails over his broad shoulders. Jack groaned, his hands squeezing her tits while his hips drove forward mercilessly. He forced his cock deeper, tearing through the girl's bruised cunt, stinging her clit. The itching force of her climax spread even more, touching all parts of her body. His fat prick drilled through her like a jackhammer, striking her clit again and again with each brutal thrust. "Ooofoofffff!"
Wendy loved it, the lust exploding in her cunt. Jack was grunting out something. And then Wendy felt the now-familiar spasms of cumming, his spunk spitting against her pussywalls as the girl exploded a final time before sinking into a hazy semi-consciousness of orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
"Uhhhhh . . . "
Wendy had no idea how long she'd been out. She had had dreams, terrible dreams about Jack and what he'd done to her. When she awoke the girl found Jack had added several things to her body. The gag was still there, that awful-tasting rubber ball pressing against her back molars. Wendy swallowed hard, feeling the hot saliva oozing down her throat. Starting to get up from the bench, she found she couldn't move. Dimly the girl became aware the cuffs hadn't been put back on her legs but something new was added. Her arms were bound closely to her sides, her fingers fanned out and pressed against either thigh.
"Ohhhhh . . . "
Jack reached down and slipped two fingers between her lips, unfastening the leather straps temporarily that held the ball wedged tightly in her mouth. The moment that horrid gag slipped from her teeth Wendy let out a long, choked cry.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Let it all out. There's gonna be more."
"No, no, I didn't know I was . . . was getting into something like this. Please, lemme go. Please . . . "the girl sobbed.
"Why? You're one hell of a hot fuck. I'm gonna have some more fun with you before I stick this mother back into your cunt," Jack said, sliding one hand down to his cock to illustrate his point.
Wendy shuddered. Shaking the haze from her mind, she raised her head slightly from the table and peered down. Rope! More of it, plenty of it, was wrapped around her body. There were four distinct bands of rope tying her arms to her sides. The first was wrapped tightly around her tits, pressing directly over her hippies and flattening her tits against her upper chest. Jack must have wrapped the line at least four times around that portion of her body. Another series of rope-wrap secured her elbows to her sides, while the third and fourth bound her wrists and hands to her sides.
As she moved slightly on the table Wendy was aware of yet another bond, this one around her neck. It passed over the four separate bindings, slipping between her furry cuntlips, cutting into her asscrack, then sliding back up to the rear of her neck. When she moved, the girl could feel the rough hemp cutting into her cunt, the fuzzy line tickling her clit. She shivered, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples at that rough sensation.
"You been out for a while, baby. But it's good to see you comin' back."
Jack reached down, hauling the girl up off the bench. Wendy feared he might drop her. There was no way she could stop herself from falling. He'd bound her arms too well to her body for that. But Jack held her tightly, swinging her off the bench, then dropping her gently to the cold, cracked basement floor. She was on her knees now, bent slightly forward at the waist, her hands turning cold from the tightness of the bonds around her wrists and arms.
"Crawl, baby. That's it, crawl around the fuckin' floor on your hands and knees, then come back here," Jack ordered.
Wendy blinked back the tears, feeling her muscles ache and cramp. She was exhausted, tired from the beating, the voltage, and that hot fucking that had knocked her out. But there was little she could do to protest. Shaking the hair from her eyes, the girl kept her head down as instructed, crawling forward on her knees. With each move she made Wendy could feel that rope sliding back and forth like a fuzzy saw, the hemp moving back and forth against her cuntal walls. For a second the teen thought if she moved any more that line would cunt her in two.
"Oh no, I can't . . . "
"Goddamn it! Don't gimme no shit about can't doin' nothing', " Jack snarled, getting up and walking over to where she had stopped.
"No, don't . . . "
He slipped the ball back into her mouth, affixing it there more securely than before. Wendy fought back the hot tears as he struck her on the back of her head, demanding she continue her shameful crawl. Again the girl moved forward, her knees aching from the hard coldness of the concrete beneath her. She moved past the hot water heater, her knees scraping softly over the floor. Gradually Wendy became aware of her clit hardening under the steady rubbing of that half-inch line. Her nipples were pushing up against the rope as well, tickling under the steady pressure. Was there nothing that she wouldn't do?
"Back here now, baby."
Wendy turned with difficulty, crawling on her knees back to Jack, perspiration dampening her flesh and wetting down the ropes. When she approached Jack this time he had set his boots out in front of him, pointing down.
"Lick 'em," he ordered, reaching down and taking out the ball gag once more. "Lick 'em real clean or I'll use the boots on you. You won't be able to talk for a week, there'll be so much fuckin' shoe leather in your mouth!"
Wendy stared down at the dust-covered boots, instinctively licking her tongue over her lips. It was filthy, awful! But she could already feel the steel toe slamming hard against her side, tearing at her flesh, knocking the wind from her lungs. Dropping to the floor, Wendy felt her hair curtaining her flushed, shamed face. It fanned out around the toe of the right boot as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, feeling her breath bounce back against her cheek.
She was drawing her tongue around the well of the boot, feeling the dust cake around her lips. Twisting her head around, the girl spat out the foul mixture of filth and spit, then began licking again. She flicked her tongue around the black leather, leaving clean trails of her hot saliva over the tips and sides. Jack encouraged her, sometimes knocking one foot against the side of her head or pushing his toes through her hair and laughing at her distress.
He kicked the other boot over to her when she'd nearly finished with the first one. Wendy moved her head back, shaking several loose strands of her blonde hair from her face. Her mouth tasted awful! She had accidentally swallowed some of the filth, and now felt like vomiting. Her stomach was bucking threatening. And still he wanted her to lick more?
"Go on, baby, don't be shy. Come on, you gotta clean it up," he said.
She couldn't imagine anything more degrading than this as she dropped her head again. She licked her tongue up the laces, feeling the rough cotton material scratching her lips while she flicked her tongue against the dirty leather. Again and again she licked down to the heel. Thank God Jack didn't twist the shoe around and demand she lick the sole! Surely that would have made her retch right then and there. Instead the big man stood there with arms folded, his cock getting slightly harder as he watched the bound girl doing his foul bidding.
"Good."
Wendy drew back, letting out a grateful sigh of relief. He picked up the boots, examining them closely with narrowed eyes before grunting in approval. Laying them to one side, Jack ordered Wendy to stand. She did this with great difficulty, her body swaying dangerously to the left at one point and threatening to top-I pie to the floor. Finally she stood, breathing heavily. The ropes bound her deliciously, especially the bottom one dividing her cunt in half. Wendy moved her thighs as lightly as she could without attracting Jack's attention. How she loved that rubbing sensation, the feeling of that line tickling her clit. He didn't even notice she was having a mini orgasm. The only thing giving her away was a slightly arched eyebrow and a shudder passing through her body.
"Over here," he ordered, strutting in front of her, then sliding one hand under the ropes and dragging the girl toward a large, white porcelain tub.
Wendy had seen it when she was brought down to the basement earlier. But the girl had thought nothing about it, being more concerned at the time about what was going on. Now she saw it was the type she'd seen in picture books, tubs that appeared around the early twenties and thirties. As she approached it, Wendy could see it hadn't been cleaned for years. A thick coating of gray dirt ringed the formerly white surface. Oddly enough a drain was still hooked up to the front, leading doubtlessly to the sewers underneath. How odd to have a bathtub here in the cellar where it certainly was too cold and dark to take a bath!
"Inside."
"Inside?"
Wendy looked at jack incredulously, then directed her attention back to the tub.
"Christ, baby, do I have to talk in Russian or somethin' for you to understand? I said inside," he repeated gruffly, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her roughly. "Now if you don't hop when I order, I'm gonna shove that fuckin' gag back in your mouth and hook you back up to the generator. Now, you want that?"
"No, oh no!" Wendy gasped, feeling the tearing of that high voltage stalking through her already.
"Okay, then over you go."
Her knees bumped against the cold, hard porcelain. Wendy whimpered. She raised her right leg high, bending the knee until it nearly touched her bound tit. In a moment she had it in the tub, balancing herself carefully so as not to topple forward. Jack sighed impatiently behind her. She leaned forward, sucking in her lower lip and biting down as she concentrated on getting in. She nearly had succeeded when her left foot slipped on something terribly slimy and the girl topped forward, falling heavily on her young ass. "Oooofooffff!"
She sat there sprawled, her legs stretched in front of her as Jack laughed.
"Not bad, baby. I couldn't have knocked you down and over better if I tried," he said, scratching his stubbly beard.
Wendy stared up hatefully at him, wishing she could scratch his eyes out. And yet the girl knew she needed that kind of treatment now. She enjoyed her humiliation. The more he threw at her, the more she wanted. And all the while there was the promise of that wonderful reward-a wild fucking from Jack's cock. How she wished he would do whatever filthy thing he had planned so she could feel his prick sliding back into her hot young pussy again.
Jack turned to her, one hand down on his cock. He was playing with his balls, fumbling around with his cock. Wendy licked her lips in anticipation. What was he going to do, make her suck it? She'd heard some of the girls at school talk about doing things like that. The act hadn't sounded all that attractive at the time. But now, faced with a prick like Jack's dangling in her face, Wendy could see the excitement. "Move back, bitch."
Wendy scooted back, the cold porcelain sending shudders through her. She still wondered what was going to happen. She could stand whatever he did to her sexually. But would he somehow overstep himself, lose control and really hurt her? Wendy thought of that and the idea seemed to make her even hotter than before!
"Ohhhhh!"
His cock was getting stiffer now. She could see the dark blue veins pressing against the pink taut outer cockskin.
"On your knees. Come on, move those fuckin' legs around till you're on your knees," Jack ordered, standing spread-legged in front of the tub.
Wendy did as she was told, bending her knees and carefully swinging her legs around in the narrow, cramped bathtub. She was back on her knees again, just as she'd been when he had ordered her to crawl around the floor.
"Now you listen, babe, and behave, and nothin's gonna happen to you. You gotta do what I tell you, understand?" he said, a thin cruel smiling curling over his lips.
There was something in that look he gave her now that made Wendy a little sick. It was a feeling she was beginning to get used to.
"Yes . she said quietlyi -
He moved forward, bending his knees slightly while tensing his ass. Wendy saw him holding his cock just behind the head, shaking it, then bending his knees a little further until they were nearly touching the sides of the cold porcelain tub. For a second the girl had no idea what he was going to do. This was such an odd position for him to take if he was going to make her suck his cock. And then Wendy realized with a shudder that Jack had no intention of her taking his cock in her mouth-at least not yet.
He was going to use her as his toilet! Yes, she could see that now! He was going to piss on her! His balls were tightening while his thighs had a slight shudder to them.
"No, oh . . . "
She sucked in a ragged breath as she watched several clear drops appear at his piss-slit. They dropped harmlessly to the porcelain in front of her but more followed. Soon a hot yellow stream splashed over her belly, splattering up against her chest. Wendy curled her fingers, scratching the nails against her thighs. The piss spilled over her belly, filled her navel, then oozed down onto her cunt. It slicked her hair, tickling her cuntlips and clit. Wendy shivered, her hips wriggling to get rid of the disgusting hot droplets. Jack laughed, moving the stream up, then back down to her pussy. "I'm out."
Jack Finished pissing on the girl, flicking the last few drops against her chin before stepping out. Wendy watched him ambling over to the double washbasin near-by, filling up several glasses of water and downing them quickly. The smell of stale piss began invading her nostrils, making her wrinkle up her nose. She heard the gurgling of his urine filtering down through the drain in front of her. How many other young women had he dragged down here, roped, raped, then forced into this tub so he could piss on them? The thought made Wendy shiver with something like delight. She belonged to an exclusive club, in a way. And, of course, so did her mother. Had Ann been here? Wendy smiled. She could just imagine her staid mother roped this way, kneeling in the tub and taking Jack's piss!
"Comin' back for more, baby."
Jack drank a third glass, letting out a watery belch just as he put the tumbler back on the rusty shelf above the sink. He climbed back in, his cock bobbing with every step he took.
"Open your mouth."
Her mouth? Never! He could piss on her this way. But never, never would she open her outh and let him urinate down her throat. "I said open!"
When Wendy refused, Jack reached forward, pulling her hair and striking her again and again across the face, his fingers bruising and burning into her cheeks. She tried to keep her jaws clamped together. She tried to resist him but the pain of being yanked bald and having her face slapped until her jawbones shattered was too great. With a groan of defeat the girl opened her mouth.
"There! Ohhh, please, don't . . . don't hurt me any more, please . . . "
Jack let out a sigh, drawing his hands away from her face and setting the girl straight in the tub.
"Okay, that's better," he muttered, regaining control of his breathing. "Please . . . "
"Just don't fuck around no more and you won't get hurt. Just like I told you the last time," Jack said, wiping his hands on his thighs.
Wendy straightened her spine, tilting her head back and opening her mouth just like Jack ordered. She took deep, puffing breaths, curling her fingers into fists and fighting not to scream in disgust. Her tits lifted and slapped wetly together. She was looking right at him as he bent his knees forward once more. The urine began. Wendy could hear it pattering against the tub.
"That's it, baby, keep lookin' at me while I piss in your mouth."
"Uhhhhh . . . "
Wendy grunted with horror. She felt the piss move up along her lips, hit her tongue, go down to her chin, then slide up to her eyes. The girl let out a soft moan once more, a pulse leaping in her throat. He was enjoying this, pissing on a young girl, pissing in her mouth, on her face! She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner in this. For, even as the piss trickled down her belly, she could feel the juices in her cunt spilling over. Yes, he had done it, pushed her over some forbidden brink. Now Wendy was feeling nothing but pleasure as he pissed all over her body.
"Man, that's it, that's it," Jack cried excitedly, directing the stream at her clit.
Wendy began moving her thighs from side to side, feeling flames of goodness licking up her piss-smeared thighs. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of another oncoming climax. She whipped her hips back and forth, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her bound shoulders.
"Fuck it out, baby."
Jack stretched a foot forward, jamming one toe into her cunt. The touch of the jagged nail against her cum-center drove Wendy crazy. Just as the stream stopped a second time the girl felt herself pitching forward into yet another climax. Oh, when would it all end?
CHAPTER TEN
Wendy lay quietly in the tub, her cunt still throbbing from the massive climax she'd experienced only moments before. Most of the urine had been washed from her body and the tub. Jack had stepped out after having played with her, filling several buckets of cold water and throwing them over the screaming, trembling girl.
Setting the bucket down, Jack ambled up to the tub and leaned against it. "Nice little girl like you fuckin' around with me. And you dig it, don't you?"
Wendy didn't dare answer that question. She lowered her eyes, flexing her arm muscles against the ropes. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of savage knocking at the door upstairs.
"Damn!"
Jack muttered something under his breath, pulling away from the tub and slipping his Levi's and boots on quickly.
"Hold it! I'm comin'. "
He flashed her an amused look, then clomped heavily up the stairs. Wendy struggled around in the ropes, hearing the boards squeak and groan overhead. There was silence for a moment then she heard the start of a violent argument. Although she couldn't make out the words the girl knew it was a woman who had come to the door. Another one of Jack's conquests? The teen stopped moving, cocking her head to one side and pricking up her ears. There was something terribly familiar about that voice, something that made her heart pound. The voices moved closer to the kitchen doorway.
". . . my daughter . . . "
Wendy froze, her blood turning to ice in her veins. Her mother was here! How had she found out? Wendy racked her brains, wondering now if she had pushed that note back in her mother's bedroom bureau. Had she left it out? If so it wouldn't have taken Ann long to put two and two together.
"See for yourself," she heard Jack call out, kicking the door open.
Wendy wanted to shrink into nothingness. She cringed down in the tub, ducking her head below the curled lip.
"If she's here . . . I'll . . . "
"You'll do what, baby? You won't do nothing' . . . "
There were the sounds of a struggle, then a scream. Then the steady thudding of a body rolling down the steps. Breathless Wendy raised her head, poking it above the lip of the tub. There, sprawled at the foot of the steps was her mother.
Ann pushed herself up from the floor, holding her head with one hand. She turned around, looking up at Jack who stood halfway down the stairs.
"Wendy?"
"Like I said, look around for yourself. See if you find her."
Wendy thought about ducking her head back down. But what was the use? Brazenly she kept her head visible, staring right at her mother. Ann turned around, putting one hand to her chest as she saw her bound daughter kneeling there in the tub.
"So, you have been coming here!" Ann breathed, her eyes widening in disbelieving horror.
"Yes, mother."
Ann shook her head, putting both hands to her lips in mute horror. It was some moments before she found the words to speak.
"I thought something was wrong. I did, Wendy. But we just haven't been talking for so long," Ann began, carefully picking her words. "And then today, when I came home, I saw that note. There was something odd about it," she went on, wrinkling her forehead. She paused, blinking her eyes and staring back up at Jack. "And then . . . I went upstairs and found the phone number on the floor all curled up. I don't know, but I just realized at that point you were here. Somehow you and he . . . "
Ann couldn't finish the sentence. Emotion choked off her words.
"I ain't that bad, baby. You never complained. And your daughter sure ain't been givin' me bad ratings. I was her first fuck, though. Maybe she oughta be passed around to a few more cocks before she yaks about how good I am."
Ann reddened, her breath becoming uneven. She stood up shakily, brushing the dirt from her skirt. Now she could see her daughter completely-the ropes holding her arms to her sides, the tell-tale marks on her thighs. She had been undergoing some of Jack's special treatment. How blind she'd been. Her own lusts had drawn her daughter into the same trap!
"Oh Wendy, I'm so sorry," Ann said, shaking her head from left to right.
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry about, Ann. She digs this kinda shit-just like you do."
Jack walked slowly down the stairs, his hand gripping the rail. Ann stared at her daughter in undisguised horror, turning around only when Jack was directly behind her.
"You . . . filthy . . . animal!" she screamed, slapping him with each word.
"Hey, hey!" he cried, catching her by the wrist and yanking her arms apart. "That ain't no way to treat a guy who's been babysittin' for you and fuckin' your cunt raw."
Rage made Ann speechless. She struggled crazily against the big man holding her firmly in his hands. He let her twist about for several more minutes before dropping one hand and slapping her hard across the face. The blow silenced the woman quickly. Wendy flinched in the tub, almost feeling her mother's pain.
"Now, we're gonna get comfy."
His fingers fumbled with her blue cotton blouse, tearing some of the buttons open. Jack smiled, seeing with satisfaction Ann had worn no bra. He tore the blouse open, dropping his head and kissing and sucking at her nipples while Wendy cried out in horror.
"You see, kid? Your old lady's got some spunk in her yet. Bet she can keep up with you in the sack. We're gonna find out, ain't we?"
Ann almost forgot her daughter was there watching this. His mouth on her nipples and the brutal way he was holding her had driven reality from her mind. But then she saw Wendy's horror-stricken look and fought against him some more. She did this in spite of the heat rising again in her crotch. How her cunt quivered in anticipation.
Next came the skirt, easily torn off along with her sheer pink panties. In seconds Ann felt herself stripped naked, naked in front of her daughter. She cried out, throwing her arms across her tits and backing away from the tub. She closed her thighs in humiliation, one leg bent in to warm her cunt. The damp draft chilled her flesh.
"No, Jack, not in front of Wendy. Oh please, not in front of my little girl," Ann whispered, her eyes drifting over to her daughter.
"It's better than way-kinda makes it all the more spicy for me."
"No!"
All the protests in the world couldn't stop Jack now. He gripped her shoulders, shaking her so violently the woman thought her head would surely snap from her neck. His sharp, harsh voice violated her senses. He gave her a push backward and the woman stumbled, nearly pitching head over heels against the wash basin.
"You know what we been doin'? "
Ann put her hands to her ears, shaking her head rapidly.
"I'm gonna tell you and you're gonna listen," he said gruffly, tearing her hands away.
Jack explained in detail what Wendy had gone through, the words burning into Ann's brain. She sobbed uncontrollably, looking now and then at the stony face of her daughter still kneeling bound and trembling in the tub.
"And now it's yur turn."
Jack pulled her around, shoving her forward so hard the woman stumbled again. She regained her balance and looked around again at Jack. He was pulling the belt from his Levi's, his cock tenting up the front of his jeans.
"I had plans for your daughter. But looks like I've gotta expand 'em a little. No problem," he said, curling the belt in half and snapping the leather hard.
Ann backed away, her hands crossed over her tits and cunt protectively. There was an added savageness about this now, especially since her daughter was there. Her tits bobbed while her asscheeks and thighs jiggled. Gooseflesh exploded on her body. Jack uncurled the belt like a snake, snapping it hard to one side of her head, then the other. Ann flinched and yelped, feeling a warm trickle on her thigh. She knew she was pissing, disgracing herself there in the basement in front of her only daughter.
He stepped toward her, his eyes narrowing. She spun around, not sure which way to go. She saw her daughter cringing there. She was like a terrified animal, waiting to be killed.
"Oh God . . . God, I . . . "
She saw him running up to her. Wheeling around again, Ann rushed toward her daughter. But Jack was fast, wrapping his fingers around her hair and pulling back to slow her down. He held her tight, yanking until her head was as far back as it could be.
Jack roared with laughter, still gripping her hair. Reaching around he clawed her belly, drawing his hands up, pinching her tits. Ann could hear her daughter crying out in horror, falling against the side of the bathtub. And yet in spite of the fact Wendy was there watching this horror scene, the woman couldn't help feeling her, cuntmuscles tightening, her thighs clenching at Jack's cruel touch. She yelped out in fear and pleasure while his fingers slid down to her cunt, two of them jamming into her pussy.
"Oh baby, you can't stop it, can you? Like mother, like daughter. Wendy over there can't keep her pussy from turnin' on once I get lickin' or fuckin' her. Can see where she got it from," Jack taunted. "No, stop it!"
He probed her cunthole, scraping his fingers around the soft moist membranes, his knuckles pressing against her clit. Ann felt herself growing more and more excited. Her knees bent as she leaned heavily back against the big stud.
"Come on, lick yourself baby," he growled, jerking his hand away and trying to shove his smelly fingers into her mouth.
Ann refused, twisting her head away. With his other hand Jack reached down and squeezed her right ass-cheek so hard Ann yelped in agony. At the same time he shoved one knee hard against her lower back.
When she yelled more loudly, Jack shoved his fingers in her mouth, sticking them down to her throat. Ann gagged, choking on the taste and smell. Jack laughed, pleased obviously how things had turned out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You stupid slut! You and your daughter are nothin' but sluts."
"No!"
Ann stared down dumbly at her daughter Wendy. Jack had hauled the girl from the tub, laying her down on the floor with her arms still tightly bound to her sides. It was only then Ann saw the rope looped around the girl's neck and halving her cunt. Beside herself she began beating at Jack with her small fists, hammering his face m anger as she thought of what he must have put her daughter through.
Startled at first, the big stud wheeled around, kicking the young teen in the side while grabbing her mother by the hair.
"Eaghghghghhggg!"
Knocking Ann across the face at the same time, Jack pulled her back, her heels trailing across the cold floor. Wendy watched as her mother struggled. The blow against her ribs hurt her terribly. She wondered what was going to happen now that the game had changed. Her mother had brought a whole new aspect to this afternoon. The girl shivered, rolling on her right side and watching helplessly as he threw her mother against the sink.
"Offffff!"
Ann's body spun around the edge of the double basin sink, her arms flailing helplessly out from her body. She spun around, then fell to the floor in a heap. Quickly recovering, Ann pushed the hair from her eyes, looking up and seeing Jack standing there with a cat-o'-nine tails. She screamed, jerking backward, her ass scooting quickly back from the towering fiend. Jack laughed, snapping the weapon. The leather thongs crackled in the air, making Wendy scream too.
"No!"
Ann shook her head from side to side, her eyes widening as they remained .focused on the horrid thing swaying from his tightened fingers. Ann wiggled away from Jack, one arm stretched behind her. Her heart beat, threatening to stop painfully at any second. Jack kept snapping at the whip, letting the ends strike softly against his Levi's.
Ann could almost feel the leather kissing her flesh, sizzling against her belly and ass. The first time she had been with him he had given her a light belting-enough to let her know he knew what he was doing. Tonight was something else, something different. She could see that in her eyes, in the way he was looking at her. Again her daughter cried out from behind, screaming for Jack to stop.
"Don't hurt my mother! Oh please, don't!"
Her words were only spice to Jack's lust.
"Come on here, baby. Come on here," he said, his cock straining his pants.
"No!"
It was a nightmare. Ann felt terror and shame knife through her. She knew his brutality. She knew what he would do. When he was finished, she wouldn't be able to walk right for days. Whimpering, Ann tucked her ass, watching Jack like a tiny, frightened animal.
"No . . . no . . . "
"Come on, bitch. Come on and get a taste of this mother," he said, snapping the cat against his pants again for effect.
"This is crazy, Jack. Please, just let Wendy and me go and-"
She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the advancing hulk. Ann knew her words had no effect on Jack. When he snapped the cat near her right ear, she panicked, screaming out and wheeling around quickly. She ran quickly, stumbling down onto all fours. For the moment Ann sped out of reach. Her tits hung down low, the stiff peaks touching the floor. Jack was laughing more loudly behind her, snapping the cat in the air and calling her all sorts of names.
When she ducked behind the water heater searching desperately for something to defend herself with, she heard her daughter shrieking wildly. Peeking out from behind the warm porcelain tube, she saw Jack standing with one booted foot on Wendy's throat. He was softly trailing the leather strands over the girl's tits, tugging up on the rope pressing against her cunt with his free hand. The blonde teen was writhing on the floor, her legs hammering uselessly against the concrete. Ann felt a cold sickness clam over her stomach, making her want to retch.
"Leave . . . leave her alone!" she shouted out with difficulty.
"Then you come here, baby," Jack said, pulling up on the ropes once more, making Wendy jerk her body like a crazed puppet.
Swallowing hard, Ann moved from behind the heater, feeling like a lamb headed for sacrifice. Jack dropped the grip on the rope, indicating where he wanted her to stand. Ann shuffled forward, her high-riding tits moving softly, gently with every terrified step she took.
"It's all over, baby. All over. Now it's time for me to have some fun."
Ann watched his right hand shoot up, the leather strands cracking against one another. She closed her eyes, stabbing her damp palms with her fingernails. He was going to beat her, beat her right here in front of her daughter. The lash came down, sizzling through the air. There was a second's pause. Then a hot, biting sensation broke out along her ribs. Ann doubled over, her face tightening as the blood drained from her cheeks. The pain took the strength from her. She collapsed in a heap at Jack's feet, her arms crossing over to protect her cunt.
Again Jack swung the weapon over his head and again the knotted tips chewed the flesh along her hips. Still screaming in a mindless torrent, the woman managed to scoot away, her big tits sliding over the floor. The lash came down again, striking the floor right in front of her face. Ann jerked away as if someone had touched her with an electric wire.
Jack followed, kicking her at times, smashing the cat again and again against her thighs, her reddening ass, her tits, her arms. Ann felt the burning pain flash all over her body in time as she begged him again and again to stop this madness.
The lash caught the lower swell of her right ass-cheek, making her legs kick out as she rolled away. Ann found herself pressed up against the water heater, the smell of burning gas invading her nostrils. She curled up, weeping softly as she heard Jack shuffling up behind her. He grunted, the cat coming down, tearing across her soft ass once more. The woman recoiled, her belly slamming up against the rusty metal supports for the heater. In spite of the pain, Ann once more felt the needle-sharp excitement of brutal arousal pinching her clit. it was a stroking coil of heat nipping at her cum-center, making her enjoy this beating as much as loath it.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Jack dropped the whip. Was he through? Something inside the woman told her no. Eagerly she waited for the next torment.
"Over here!"
He grabbed her hair, yanking her toward her daughter.
"You both turn on so much. Here, bitch, let your old lady know how you turn on while I fuck."
Ann watched breathlessly as Jack rolled her daughter onto her belly.
"Stay, bitch, while I slip your old lady under."
Wendy's eyes opened with horror as she felt something slipping under her warming cunt. Her mother's face! Yes, Jack was pushing Ann up under the girl, kicking the woman, warning her not to move..
Ann had never had any desire to be with a woman, let alone her own daughter. But now she was on her back, her cheeks and nose pressed against Wendy's musky-smelling cunt. She could hardly breathe, the pressure of the damp, slick cuntmeat against her nose blocking most of the air. She gasped, the wiry blonde hairs tickling her nostrils. Above and behind her she heard Wendy gasp at the touch of her nose, the feeling of her panting breath.
Ann sobbed, her back hard against the floor. A dull, throbbing ache hurt her shoulders and ass. She clenched her fists once more, pressing them against her thighs as Jack hauled her hips up roughly and began settling himself onto her crotch. At the same time he starting licking Wendy's asshole, biting her asscheeks, then stiffening his tongue and sticking'it down into the tight; little: opening until the girl groaned and hunched down into her mother's face.
"Oh stop it, stop!" Wendy panted, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment and pleasure.
Jack kept on licking, rubbing his teeth against her asshole, then drilling her with his tongue. Under him Ann was going mad. She could taste her daughter's pussy more now. Wendy was getting hot and wet, her fluid nearly gagging her mother beneath. Ann tried twisting her head around to gasp for more breath but Wendy's bound weight pressed heavily against her nose and mouth. But those concerns drifted away the moment she felt Jack's long, hot-tipped cock jabbing against her pussy.
Ann's tits swelled, her nipples taut, straining up against her daughter. A spasm passed through her body, slamming into her pussy. It made her clit tingle deliciously. As her cunt-juice oozed, her thighs tightened.
"Nooooo!"
Her cries against Wendy's cunt sent the young girl off into a series of wild hunchings. She was fucking her mother's mouth hard, humping her ass back onto that licking, asshole-drilling tongue, then slipping her cunt back onto Ann's lips.
And then Jack began fucking her hard. With a force that sent Shockwaves through her cunt he slipped his full eight inches inside her.
He fucked her harder, faster! And as he savaged her, the scalding pleasure corkscrewed more and more. It became something greater then normal sexual pleasure. The two of them moved against one another frantically, Jack's sloppy cock trenching out her tightening cunthole. Ann sobbed, not from fear now but from overwhelming lust. She ground her thighs up, actually sticking out her tongue at times and wiggling it back and forth against her daughter's dribbling cunt. She could hear Wendy sob out in response, hunching down hard against her face.
Jack was swearing like a drunk sailor in front of her. And then she felt his jizz scalding her cunt, burning into her pussywalls. It was enough to drive over the edge. In a moment all three of them were kicking and shouting, waves of orgasm washing over Jack, Wendy and Ann.
Ann felt the big stud pushing away in a moment. He reached up and shoved Wendy off her mother's mouth. The girl groaned, rolling up into a ball. He untied her, dragging the rope tight around her cunt as she jerked and twitched like a woman possessed. Coiling the line in one hand, her stared down at the exhausted, well-fucked women.
"Get dressed and get the fuck outta here. When I want the two of you again, I'll call you. And that's gonna be real soon, I can guarantee it."
"Ohhhhh Wendy . . . " Ann reached over and stroked her daughter's cheeks.
"Mother . . . I'm sorry. I . . . I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that . . . that I can't help this," Wendy said, blinking away the tears in her eyes.
Wendy was so confused! In a way she was sorry for having been caught, for having shamed her mother in this way. And yet, in another way Wendy couldn't be sorry for having enjoyed the delicious feelings Jack had brought to her.
"It's all right, dear. Maybe we can talk about this at home. I . . . uhhh. I'm sorry, it's just that my arms ache so," Ann said, rubbing her thighs.
She saw Jack sneering down at the two of them as he put away the cat and line.
"I said hurry the fuck up!" he ordered, climbing the stairs heavily.
How she hated him! And yet Ann knew she and her daughter would be back. What had started as private little game had turned into something much more. But what could she do? Wendy was involved now, and apparently loving it as much as she did.
The cum still oozed from her cunt slot as she slipped on her torn skirt. There would be more times like this. Perhaps Jack had friends. She and her daughter . . . no, no, what was she thinking of? Ann stopped for a second, shaking her head as if she could shake away those terrible thoughts. Wendy looked at her curiously.
"It's all right, dear. Let's go home."
She'd think about it tomorrow. And then . . . perhaps another call to Jack.