There are few individuals who have not experienced an occasion where they were apt to question something about their own behavior. Deluged with a mountain of magazine and newspaper articles, books, and television programs dealing with various facets of human behavior, we are likely to learn where we fit on the so-called curve of normalcy. Unfortunately, conflicting opinions and data leave us with lingering doubts.
And, as in this novel, when those doubts are brought into the open and challenged, concern over normalcy can lead one to take drastic measures.
LEATHER-WHIPPED MOM AND DAUGHTER provides another view of life for those of us who might be searching for something new. It is an entertaining story which may hold valuable lessons for a large portion of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Darlene Grillo tucked her short black skirt under her pert ass, bracing herself against the wooden wall. Kneeling there in the soft grass, she peered over the windowsill into her mother's bedroom. All these months she'd suspected something strange had been going on. And now as she crouched under the window, the teenaged blonde watched with wide eyes as her mother stood half-naked by her bed, a strange man sneering down at her.
"Come on, bitch, come on, all of it. Take it all off," the rugged stud said, curling his fingers rapidly.
"I said hurry," he growled, shaking her so violently by the shoulders that her head bounced from shoulder to shoulder.
Darlene put her fingers to her lips, fighting down a scream as she watched her mother shaken by this animal.
"Stop! All right, all right!" her mother wailed.
Karen pulled back from the big man, wiping a tear from under one eye, then stretching her arms behind her back and unhitching her bra. Darlene lowered her eyes. She had never seen her mother naked, and certainly had never seen her in this kind of situation. Pulling her eyes up once more, she watched in horror as Karen slid her panties down over her knees and ankles, stepping from them while that man still sneered at her.
"You wanted this, baby. You wanted it bad. That's the way you sounded over the phone. And ol' Frank's gonna make sure you have a good time at it."
Darlene shook her head, crouching down when she heard some sounds behind her. Mr. Johnson going outside to walk the dog! Darlene prayed he wouldn't look this way, see her under the window, and perhaps catch a glimpse of her naked mother cringing before that animal inside. No, he was turning around, raising his collar around his neck against the increasing breeze from the north. Darlene sighed with relief, feeling an odd hot tingly sensation wash over her flesh as she resumed her spying.
Karen was standing with her knees pressing against one another, a look of hesitancy on her face. Frank stood there appraising her, his bushy eyebrows arching high over his dark black eyes. Obviously he was pleased with the material he had to work with.
"You know, I got a place, a real place where me and my buddies can take care of you real good. But that's gonna be later. Right now we gotta work with what we got, right?"
Darlene shifted her position, feeling the wind lifting her fine blonde hair from her narrow shoulders. She watched as Frank grabbed her mother by the shoulders, lifting her from the floor as if she were made of paper. Karen's head tilted back, an expression of hideous ecstasy on her face as he moved the woman toward the bed. Darlene shuddered as she saw her mother's blonde hair sweep over the tops of her asscheeks. Frank still held her several inches from the carpeted floor, rubbing the back of her legs against the bed.
Darlene was breathless with what Frank's hands were doing with her mother. He shook her some more as if she were a rag doll. The girl felt tingly and excited. The satiny crotch-band of her panties was snugging hard against her cunt, pressing up against her clit and rubbing the tiny nub up into electric stiffness. Her thighs tightened while hot flashes of delight radiated through her body down to her toes. The young teen didn't really know how to interpret the tickly, weird sensations.
"Uhhhhh!" her mother gasped.
Frank had tossed Karen hard against the bed, laughing as he watched her body bounce up and down on the mattress. Darlene raised her ass a little more, pressing her nose against the window. Frank crisscrossed his arms and pulled off his white cotton t-shirt. Darlene felt her chest tighten Oh, he was so good-looking! And how broad his chest was! The muscles knotting in his biceps and triceps showed he worked out a good deal. His pecs quivered as he threw the dirty t-shirt atop Karen's panties, then started unbuttoning his faded Levi's. Darlene shivered again.
"Gonna fuck you good, baby. Gonna stick my cock into you 'til you can taste the cum in your mouth after it shoots into your cunt."
Karen could barely hear the words through the window. But they were plain enough for her to shudder at what they meant.
Karen's face blanched at the threat, her asscheeks scooting backward on the king-sized mattress until her spine pressed against the headboard. Frank pulled his jeans apart fast, halving them in a second, then shoving them down to his knees.
Both women gasped at the same time, Darlene stifling her emotions in fear of discovery. His cock was so big! Frank had at least eight, maybe nine inches of prick sticking straight out from between his spread legs.
"Yeah, kinda big, huh? And good and thick and meaty too, baby. This kinds thing can drive you real cock happy."
"Ohhhh . . . "
"But this is gonna be a first time for you in a long time, right? Gotta make this special."
Frank scratched his cock and balls teasingly in front of Karen, his fingers toying with his balls until he began licking his dry lips.
"Where you keep your nylons, bitch?"
Karen tried to speak, but her throat was too dry. Instead, she pointed to the far bureau to the right. Frank walked over after having stepped from his Levi's and kicked them half under the bed. Darlene watched as he fished through the top two drawers, pulling out several pair of her mother's stockings and stretching them.
"Over!"
Karen didn't hesitate for an instant, casting one baleful glance at the stockings before rolling over onto her belly. Now her mother's asscheeks jiggled at the move her body made. Frank was on the bed, stretching one stocking until it became a thin brown thread.
"What are you doing?" Karen gasped as he slipped the stocking around one wrist, knotting it tightly in a double figure-eight before stretching it to the other hand.
"No, no, don't tie me up! Oh don't!" Karen pleaded, her face a mask of terror.
"Shaddup!"
Frank struck her hard against the back of her head, knocking the frightened woman half unconscious with the force of that blow. Darlene started to get up, her fingers curling into a fist. She could stop this now. She could beat her hands against the glass and end this madness. Maybe she would run to the neighbors and call the police to save her mother.
But what would her mother say if the police were standing in the bedroom, and her hands and feet were bound, with that man naked over her? How could she raise her head in the neighborhood again? Darlene crouched back down, feeling herself wobbling in indecision while Frank continued to bind her mother with those nylons.
"There."
Karen moved her arms from side to side as best she could, her fingers pressing against her asscheeks. The ache in her shoulders eased somewhat as she pushed her hands to one side of her asscrack. But Frank wasn't through. He pulled out another set of nylons, bending her legs back until the soles of her feet were touching her fingers and the balls pressed against her asscheeks. He worked quickly, threading the stockings around her ankles, binding them to one another. A third stocking finished the job. Frank slipped the nylon through the wrist and ankle bindings, securing it to both with a slipknot. He pulled up tightly, straightening his body for better leverage. The mattress groaned under their double weight as he yanked up again.
Karen felt a pain in her shoulders and thighs. Her head snapped up from the mattress as she felt her arms and legs pull together. The nylon was growing tighter, slowing circulation to her fingers and toes. A cramp rippled through her lower thighs.
"Stop this! Oh, please, you're hurting me! This hurts!" Karen complained, her face reddening and wrinkling with agony.
"Christ! Baby, you got one hell of a mouth. Gotta stop it, or you're gonna drive me nuts!"
Sliding off the bed, Frank lumbered around ll the bedroom, finally picking up his sweaty t-shirt and twisting it into a tight rope. Darlene gasped, again about to smash her hands against the glass. He was going to strangle her mother. But no. She watched in growing fascination as Frank slid back onto the bed, holding the ends of the shirt in both hands. He reached over Karen's head, sliding the roped shirt over her mouth, then pulling it back, gagging her. Karen's eyes widened as the material pulled hard against the junction of her lips. She spat as best she could, the cotton drying her mouth. The woman could taste the sour flavor of this sweaty t-shirt as Frank knotted the thing around her head, stifling her screams. "Mmmmmffffff!"
"That's better, baby. That's how I like my women-real quiet and nice."
Darlene swallowed a lump of excitement, looking nervously over her shoulder once more for the neighbor to return with his dog. No one was there. Biting down hard on her lower lip, the girl dropped one hand down under the hem of her skirt. She was going to touch herself. Darlene chewed down harder, nearly drawing blood as she inched her fingers around the bottom of her skirt and felt them caressing her hot, tingling thighs.
Frank had slowed down a little. He was smoothing his hands over Karen's asscheeks, spreading them apart, then touching her mother's cunt. Darlene felt another rush of chilly heat scorch her pussy. No man had touched her there. But how desperately she had wanted that touch sometimes. Now was one of those times. Leaning heavily against the wall again, Darlene slipped her hand down until she felt her fingers brushing up against her nylon crotch band. Shifting around, the girl slid the narrow nylon to one side of her puffy cuntlips, exposing them as best she could in that awkward kneeling position. With another move, she peeled her outer pussylips back, working her fingers down into the squishy, squirmy flesh. That touch sent shocks of electricity through her body. The girl stiffened, nearly toppling onto her ass.
"Mmmmmffffff!" Karen gasped.
"That's it, baby, work that ass around. You dig havin' your cunt felt up like that, huh? You like bein' all roped up while ol' Frank feels your cunt up and down, huh?"
Karen shook her head violently, her chin resting at the bottom of one crushed pillow. But to her shame and delight, she admitted to herself how she enjoyed being overpowered this way.
"Ohhhh, mother," Darlene whispered outside, rubbing her finger slowly up and down her cuntslit. Each time, she brought it back up, pausing to give a lingering tickle to her clit. The girl felt her juices rushing out faster now, matting down her fine cunt-hairs and smearing over her inner thighs.
"This is gonna be a hot one, baby. This is gonna be real good," Frank said, slapping Karen's asscheeks lightly at first, then increasing the tempo and intensity until the jiggling mounds reddened with the blows. Darlene thought she could almost feel the hot smacking of his fingers against her own asscheeks as Frank backhanded her mother's ass again and again.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Karen moaned.
Hot tears streaked Karen's attractive face as the burning blows exciting her clit more and more.
"Jesus, gonna get that thing good and hot for my prick."
Frank was talking in gasps now, bending down over the bed and fumbling with his pants. Darlene saw him pulling the long black leather belt from the loops, doubling it, then holding it like a weapon over her bound mother. Karen opened her eyes, twisting her head around as best she could to see why there was a pause in the beating. Her gaze caught one part of the belt. Her body stiffened and she made wild, muffled cries through the sweaty shirt-gag. Her muscles tensed, pushing out against her sweaty flesh while her knees dug into the mattress. Frank was enjoying her rising terror, feeling her naked ass with one hand while tightening his fingers around the belt. Darlene watched the leather trembling in his fingers, the one thing that indicated the stud's own high excitement.
"Oh, no!" the girl gasped.
Darlene closed her eyes as she saw his arm begin a fast arching trip down toward her mother's body. She couldn't look. There was a harsh smacking sound followed by a throaty, muffled cry that tore at her heart. Opening her eyes again, she saw the black leather lying like a snake over her mother's ass, a long red mark crossing both full, plump while asscheeks. Karen had both eyes closed, and more tears oozed from under her long, blonde lashes.
"Whooeee, baby! That was a good one. And, man, that ass jumped high and hard!"
"Oh, God, God!"
Darlene thought she was going to be sick at one moment. But then her excitement and curiosity got the better of her. Her breath pumped against the window, fogging the glass as she watched Frank bring his arm back once more and hold the belt threateningly over her mother. Karen tensed, making small animal sounds' through the sweaty gag. This time
Darlene kept her eyes opened, fascinated by what was happening in front of her.
The belt came down again, cutting a broad path through the air, the leather biting down into her mother's ass. Her asscheeks jiggled at the harsh blow, her body snapping hard while her arms and legs pulled against the binding nylon. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks, curtaining her eyes as Frank got ready for a third blow.
"Gonna get your ass good 'n' hot for my prick, baby. When I fuck you, you're gonna want more of it. Man, you're gonna be on that fuckin' phone tomorrow beggin' to come over to Frank's playroom. And you're gonna dig it. You ain't gonna never want to have sex with some wimp again," Frank muttered.
A third blow struck, this one harder than the other two! Karen howled through the gag, fearing her flesh was going to split under the pounding. Shaking away the stray hairs as best she could, Karen watched the shadows on the far wall, the silhouette of her ass rising full and smooth in the air, the dark image of Frank's body and especially of his thick-muscled arm as it jerked back, the belt hanging from his hand.
"Uhhfhhfhhhfff!" Karen whimpered as the belt slicked like a horrible hot knife over her asscheeks. Long red marks crisscrossed her it asscheeks now, her asshole throbbing in time to her aroused, swollen cunt. She could feel her clit brushing the sheets wrinkling under her and she gasped through the gag. Again and again, the woman tried not to cry. But the leather burned her so. And her asscheeks felt as though they were being branded by the leather. Still, Frank kept hitting her ass.
The young mother felt the searing pain spread into her cunt, licking at her clit like a sucking mouth. With each blow, her cunt nerves vibrated, making her pant like an animal. Karen shook her head against the suffocating pillow, chewing at her gag while her dripping cunt wet the sheets beneath her. Finally Frank slowed down his assault.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he said, tossing the belt to the floor, then wiping his dripping forehead with the back of one hand. "You took it good, real good. And now we're gonna see just how good you're gonna take ol' Frank's cock."
Darlene gasped once more, her fingers pausing around her clit. She was going to see her mother get fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen felt the bed sagging as Frank moved up closer to her. The smell of his sweat invaded her nostrils. It was the odor of a man aroused, the smell she hadn't sniffed for so long.
"Little slut. I'm gonna have you dancin' naked when I'm through with you--dancin' to my tune. You're gonna dig havin' me fuckin' you. And there's more, baby, Jots more. You ain't seen the tip of it," Frank said, smoothing is his hands over her wounded ass once more, then pressing one finger against her shitter. "Mffffff!"
"Could ass-fuck you now, baby. But that ain't gonna be my plan for tonight. You got a hot cunt, bitch, a real hot pussy. That's what you called me for, and that's what I'm here for. I'm gonna put out that fire, and you're gonna feel me firehosin' it out with my cum."
Darlene thought she would die from the excitement tightening her chest. She could hardly breathe! The world around her seemed to fall to pieces. The only thing that existed now was her mother, that man, and her fingers touching and caressing her juicy, tight little virgin cunt.
"Uffffff!"
Karen pulled her wrists hard against the cutting nylon. She had begun to quiver and grow hot all over. She trembled, feeling the pressure building in her cunt. It was such a good feeling, one she hadn't felt in such a long, lonely time! The woman moved her cunt against the sheets again, feeling the wet cotton caressing her pussylips and clit. There was a swelling in her belly, one that made her literally gasp for air. He was going to fuck her, going to fuck her with that fat, greasy prick dangling from between his powerful thighs. And how she wanted it, needed it! The thought of having a man inside her, even this strange man, drove Karen wild. She thrashed her ass high in the air, wagging it as much as she could. The tightened nylon restraints finally calmed her down and she fell back to the bed's surface.
"Hot, baby, real hot. That's what I dig about you," Frank said, sneering at her once more while rubbing his fingers around the tip of his prick.
Frank was laughing at her now, laughing at the way she moved, at the way she wanted him. Her pride stung. But at this point Karen wasn't worried about that. She would have cast her pride into a garbage can in front of her daughter just to have that prick slipping into her pussy now!
"Go for it, bitch!"
Frank was spreading her knees, bracing her feet against his big shoulder as he slid up behind her. She felt his big paw-like hands grabbing her around the hips, pulling her asscheeks up. In her bound position, his tugging only increased the cutting pressure of the nylon against her wrists and ankles. The woman groaned in pain, biting down hard on the spit-soaked gag. She tossed her head about, her hair flying into her eyes as she felt the blind stabs of his cock against her cuntlips.
"Man, you got juice drainin' outta you like your pussy's some kinda fruit or somethin', "
Frank chuckled, rubbing his callused thumbs over her slick cuntflesh.
Karen gasped through the gag, shoving backward, then gasping again as the stretched nylons nearly cut through her wristflesh. Frank slid up a little more. The bulbous head of his cock slithered under her greasy cunt-crack. She felt the salty drop of pre-cum on her clit, setting it on fire. She rolled her hips forward, then shoved back. How her mind was whirling about, exploding again and again as the big stud positioned himself and held her hard as he got ready to fuck her.
"Oh, God!" her daughter gasped.
Darlene leaned against the window again. Her clothing stuck uncomfortably to her body as she watched her mother getting fucked. She scratched her fingernail up and down over her cunt walls, feeling them trembling, buckling and grabbing at her finger as if it were a man's cock. Her knees snapped together several times. She moved her fingers in and out, in and out in a fucking movement, always careful to make sure her fingers touched her clit. Frank was leaning forward, his cockhead pressing against her mother's cuntlips. And then a good three inches of his prick disappeared. He was in her!
"Uhhhhfffff!" Karen gasped.
"Ohhhhh fuckin' shit, baby, yeahhhh!"
Frank groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. "You're nice and hot and wet inside."
Karen gasped, feeling his cock go in halfway. Frank stopped for the moment, making sharp, jerky movements with his prick, shifting his thighs .from side to side so she could feel it fucking her better. Again the woman cried out through the gag, thinking she would surely faint from the pleasure of being fucked so brutally. She sucked in air through her burning nostrils with wheezing sounds while Frank leaned forward, letting go of one hip.
"Uhhhh, yeahhhh, that's it, bitch. Suck my prick in. I can feel your cunt muscles workin' against my cock. Keep 'em goin' like that. I dig it," Frank said, rubbing his hand against her lower back.
Karen felt love and loathing for the man whose cock slid deeper into her cunt by the second. The position she was in made her feel degraded. It was what she had secretly wanted all along. How she enjoyed the pain and the insult of his fucking. It was like having some secret, horrible and yet wonderful dream come true.
Karen hunched back as much as she could, now loving the cutting feel of the binding nylons on her wrists and ankles. Frank had edged down all the way, the whole length of his thick cock in her cunthole now. It stretched up toward her belly.
Darlene twisted her fingers around now, rubbing them hard against her clit. She could feel her pussy walls trembling, at times buckling against her fingers. One time she had become so excited she shoved her hand in farther then she wanted. Darlene felt her cherry, felt it pressing up against her fingertips. That made her scared. Pulling herself together, the frantic girl let her hand slip down, nearly tugging her fingers from her pussy. No, she didn't want to tear her cherry out. The thought of her accidentally doing that made her shudder.
Karen sobbed, protesting against his cock fucking her. It was a game, a wonderful, terrible game. She would protest. He would insist. In the end, of course, Frank would win, knocking her will into the dirt.
"Go for it, cunt!"
Karen felt her pussy muscles tightening around his cock as if they were trying to stop him from fucking her any more.
"Yeah, yeah, bitch. Milk my prick. Ain't had many broads could do that!" he gasped, shaking the sweat off his forehead.
"Uhfhhfhhffff!"
Frank was leaning heavily against her now, his hairy crotch pressed up against her asscheeks while his balls flattened up against the lower swell of her ass. He reached forward, twisting her nipples viciously while biting the back of her neck. Karen felt his teeth nearly cutting through the flesh while he pinched and rolled her nipples as if he were going to tear them from her tits. She cried out again, her flesh awash with perspiration. How her head throbbed! She wished with one part of her mind that he would pull her throbbing nipples off with one painful yank! Surely that would stop the terrible heat they telegraphed to her cunt.
"Yaghfhfhhfhfff!" she screamed.
The teeth clamped on her neck made Karen throw her head back. How her spine ached from this bound position and from the awkward fucking. In a moment Karen felt her pussy growing hotter and hotter, approaching that point when she knew only a powerful release would help her regain her sanity.
He was fucking her hard now, his flat belly slapping wetly against her asscheeks. Every forward, fucking move made Karen's body shiver with the force of his blows. She could feel the wiry cockhairs against her cunt and asshole while his leathery balls banged up against her crotch. Her body was spreading open, splitting with this fucking. And it seemed to increase with each passing second. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her half crazy. Karen shoved back against Frank, pounding her ass against his crotch while his fingers threatened to rip her tits to shreds. Oh, how she loved this!
"Mother!" Darlene whispered, stopping her finger-fucking for a moment and taking in the horrible picture before her. Never would she have guessed that her mother would have been into something so grotesque as this! It was so awfully obscene watching Karen impaled like that on Frank's fucking prick. And how she loved it! Yes, even someone as innocent as Darlene could see that. Her mother was enjoying every fucking second of this, her face a mask of pleasure while her body bounced and jiggled against the fucking stud.
"Mother!"
Darlene shook her head, her fingers pinching and tweaking her clit while the juice slicked down her knuckles and palms. She began pumping her ass back and forth, fucking her own hand. Cramps in her thighs disappeared as excitement overrode all feelings and thought. She could almost feel Frank's powerful hands around her itching nipples. How the girl wished she could rush through the window and throw herself next to her rutting mother., demanding that he fuck her next. The thought made her giggle nervously, her giggle turning into a groan as a particularly powerful spasm rippled through her pussy. The pleasure became almost too intense. How close it was to pain! Again Darlene stopped, her face screwing up into thought as she felt the powerful throbs pulse through her body. Her cunt ached, throbbed with a need to find release. Again the girl closed her eyes, pretending Frank was on top of her, fucking her, holding her to the bed while drilling his fat prick into her pussy. Her cuntlips tightened around her screwing fingers.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Karen was growing like an animal. A low, harsh noise tore at her throat, escaping from around the t-shirt gag. The throbbing ache in her tits needed more sensation. She felt him pinching her harder. Yes, that's what she wanted, more pain, more sensation. She felt the twisting, scratching agony in her tits become a fire, scorching all her nerve-endings.
"Pop it off, bitch! Come on, pop it off, cum with me, baby."
Frank's voice thundered in her confused brain. The terrible blast furnace of heat in her cunt became painful in its intensity. Her pussy muscles tightened, relaxed, then hardened once more, gripping Frank's fucking prick like a huge wet fist. Time and time again he told her he liked what her pussy was doing to him.
"Go for it, baby, come on, go for it!" he groaned.
Karen felt her cunt tightening around his fucking cock once more. She wondered for one mad second if she could cut off his prick with her muscles. It seemed she could. His prick was so hard, so brittle. And her muscles seemed to be like jaws of steel, trapping him again and again. More juice flowed from her fuckhole, running down her thighs, wetting the sheets. Karen ground her teeth together. She didn't have the energy for growling or gasping now. All her will was focused in her cunt. She pinpointed her concentration on his pistoning fuckrod.
Darlene sensed her mother's climax was near. She paused again, letting three spasms pass through her cunt, then started fucking her pussy once more. The girl knew her own climax was starting to boil over. Darlene closed her eyes, feeling her cunt muscles starting to cramp. She let out a small cry, jamming her three fingers into her pussy and pressing her whitened knuckles up against her clit. The touch was enough to make her cum.
The roaring of her pulse was the only thing the teen heard for several more minutes as the thudding pulsing in her cunt took over. Again and again she felt her cuntwalls cinch down on her fingers, sucking at them as if they were a fat, greasy prick. Darlene tried to imagine what it would be like having a man's cock spitting out wad after wad of that white, sticky jizz. Her toes curled until they cramped while that itchy beating continued between her white, shivering thighs.
When she began coming down from her high, Darlene opened her eyes and stared wide-eyed at her mother. Karen was pitching like a wild mare on the bed, her body slamming up against Frank's while he held tightly onto her. His lips were stretched thin, his jaw set in grim determination to fuck her out of her mind.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
"Oh, man, man, gonna dump it now," he groaned, biting her neck again and squeezing her tits painfully between his fingers.
Karen felt her body ignite, turn to a ball of golden fire as he fucked his cockmeat into her one more time, then held onto her narrow shoulders. She could feel him cumming! Yes, she could feel his prickmeat throbbing in her cunt, sending out streamer after streamer of his cum spattering against her cuntwalls.
"Yaghghfhhfhfff!" she wailed.
Her climax was almost painful. The woman pitched and yowled through her gag, pulling at the restraining nylon while Frank filled her cunt with his jizz.
"Awwwwww man, man, move it, move that ass, move it real nice, baby!"
A great earthshaking vibration, shook the woman's cunt, blasting out in waves through the rest of her body. Karen opened her eyes wide. The mountain she had felt building in her belly exploded. Karen felt herself shattering into small pieces. A crash of nerves drowned her hearing. Karen thought she had died in that first second of her climax.
"Yaghghfhhffff!" she screamed.
Another monstrous wave racked her. She bucked as much as she could under the ramming strokes of Frank's cock. She felt his prick fucking deeper and deeper into her convulsing pussy while waves of orgasm rocked her like a boat in a stormy sea.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhh, baby, yeahhhh, bitch. That's the way to ride it out. That's the way to take my prick."
Gradually Karen came down from her high, very aware now of the nylon restraints cutting into her flesh. She moaned softly through the cotton gag, chewing down on the spit-soaked material, wondering when he would let her go. She thought of her daughter, Darlene. The girl had said she was going to a movie at the Galleria Mall and would be home before ten.
What time was it now? Karen's heart began beating hard, this time from fear of being discovered by her own daughter.
"Getting uncomfortable, baby?" Frank asked, reaching down and yanking at the restraints.
Karen let out a yelp, snapping her head back as the pain around her bound wrists and ankles increased at that pressure.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that. Gonna untie you now," he said with a grunt, dragging his softening prick from her cunthole. Karen sighed with relief as she felt the stockings easing around her wrists and ankles.
It was over. Darlene pushed herself away from the window, sliding on her knees away from her mother's bedroom until she was certain she could stand. The wind blew her hair in her face as she gulped in lungfuls of air to feed her young body. She had seen so much. She had watched her mother fucking that strange man. And worse, her mother enjoyed being tied up like that, beaten, shoved around as if she were some sort of slave. Darlene shook her head, staggering down the driveway toward the Galleria Mall some three blocks away. No, she couldn't tell her mother what she'd seen. That would be too awful. She would have to sort this out in the morning. Things would seem clearer then.
Reaching Glendale Boulevard, Darlene paused at the stoplight, leaning against the pole and trying to regain some sense of balance. She would give that man time enough to leave her home. Then she would return, not saying a word to her mother. How would she be able to talk with her tonight, knowing what she did?
"Hey, baby, come on inside and party!"
Someone had stopped by the curbside. Three guys, two of them with half-empty beers in their hands. Darlene shook her head quickly, gathering herself up and rushing across the street to the brightly lit mall. Behind her, she heard the car screeching away, the sound of male laughter ringing in the air.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.
Darlene could still hear the fuck-strokes, could still see her mother and that beast as flashes of color as she walked zombie-like around the mall. There was the heavy sweat of fucking. And she was to act normally in front of her mother now. That, she thought, would be a true test of acting.
CHAPTER THREE
"You're not eating your breakfast, Darlene," Karen said, sipping her black coffee slowly and brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes.
Darlene shuffled her feet nervously under her chair, staring at the half-finished ham and eggs on her plate. It was the following morning.
"I'm not too hungry this morning, Mother," Darlene said listlessly, pushing her fork around the plate while keeping her gaze from her mother. No, she couldn't look at Karen. Surely some flicker in her eyes, some frown would give her away. What would she be able to say to her mother if Karen knew she saw what had happened? The girl shivered at the thought, forcing herself to take another bite. Karen reached over and felt her forehead with the back of one hand, frowning a bit.
"You're warm. Maybe you should stay in bed today," she said, wrinkling her forehead with concern.
"Mother, I'm fine, really!" Darlene snapped, sorry for her tone of voice.
Karen bit her lower lip, drawing her hand away and continuing to sip her coffee. She stared at the young woman sitting opposite her this morning, her little girl. And yet Darlene was no longer little. She was a grown woman with grown-up feelings coming to the forefront. Karen knew that. She had seen the signs and had worried. What about the boys she would date? What kind of guidance could she give her daughter when her own life seemed to be coming apart at the seams? Karen took another sip, her fingers tightening around the delicate white porcelain cup. She could still feel Frank's hands around her, holding her while the nylon ropes tied her helplessly to the bed. Self-consciously Karen pulled the long sleeves of her gown over her wrists. Surprisingly there were no marks from last night. Still, she was afraid there would be something, some indication that would tip her daughter off as to what had happened. Darlene must never know! No, it would drive the two of them apart forever. Karen felt her fingers shaking.
She put down the cup, staring off into the distance. Frank had said she'd be calling him up soon for another session. She had seen his ad in the swinger's paper and had called him up cold. He knew her so well from their brief encounter, he had said.
She could feel herself needing him again. Even right here in front of her daughter, Karen was trembling with excitement, her cunt tightening at the thought of having Frank once more. Drops of juice oozed maddeningly, ticklishly through the blonde bush of her pussy hairs, wetting down her thighs. It was shameless, juicing this way in front of Darlene. Karen put her cup down with a clatter, spilling some of the coffee on her fingers. She had to get some control of herself. Raising her eyes, she found her daughter staring piercingly at her.
"Is something wrong, Darlene."
"No, Mother. Maybe you're right. It is Saturday. I think I'll take it easy for a while.
Maybe I'm coming down with the flu or something."
Frank had said something about a playroom, a place of his own he would train her. Perhaps it was time to take him up on that. A cough from the other end of the table reminded Karen of her daughter's presence once more. She mentally shook her head, bringing herself back to reality.
"I might go to the movies tonight again with Kathy," Darlene blurted out, tracing one finger around the edge of her emptied milk glass. Karen frowned.
"You were out with her last night. How many nights do you have to go out?"
"Mother!"
Darlene pushed her blonde hair back from her forehead, slumping a little in the chair. Karen sighed. Her daughter was closing up again. With one part of her mind, she wanted to keep Darlene close to her, away from all the forces out there she knew would contaminate her daughter sooner or later. And yet at the same time she wanted to be alone to pursue her own interests, her own delights.
"It's just that . . . there are so many things out there you don't know about yet . . . I think," she said hesitantly.
"You mean about boys and stuff?"
Karen reddened, her fingers smoothing over the coffee cup! She could feel the conversation getting close to an uncomfortable area. Again the woman felt the nylon cords around her wrists, felt Frank's cock fucking her pussy raw. How could she be such a hypocrite and criticize her daughter for doing something, when she . . . it had to be done. It was for Darlene's own good.
"I don't want to pry into your life. I'm . . . I'm just concerned about your going out," Karen began again, picking her way carefully while tucking her gown more closely around her aroused body. "You're growing into an attractive woman now and . . . " She stopped. Darlene was frowning at her once again.
"You want to know if I'm going to bed with somebody, right?"
Karen reddened more, swallowing hard. The voice coming from Darlene was hard, almost cracking. She felt the cynical stare of her daughter piercing right to her soul. She gathered her gown more tightly around her tits, ashamed of the tingling feeling still warming her pussy.
"Well?"
Darlene affected a bored expression.
"No. That is . . . that's your own business. But . . . oh, never mind. I can't talk to you today," Karen said with a wave of her hand.
"Then, can. I go?" Darlene pursued.
Karen paused, thinking about Frank.
"Yes, all right," she sighed. "I'd better go upstairs. I think I'll do some shopping today, then call up Mrs. Hensen across the street and see if she wants to have dinner out. She's been so alone since her husband's died and . . . is something wrong, honey?"
Darlene appeared to be trembling. Her eyes were big.
"No, nothing's wrong . . . nothing at all," Darlene muttered, pushing her chair back with a harsh screech. She knew what her mother was going to do tonight, and her body trembled with guilt and lust at the thought.
"Well, I'm going to get dressed. Take it easy today, Darlene. You don't want to be sick for school Monday."
Darlene cleaned her plate quickly, wondering where on earth her mother kept that phone number. She thought more and more about Frank as the minutes passed on, her heart beating so hard she thought it would tear through her chest. The more she thought about him and about what he'd done to her mother, the more she wanted to see him. When her mother disappeared in the bathroom for a while, Darlene tiptoed into Karen's bedroom, standing by the dresser, feeling like a thief.
Darlene hesitated again, glancing over ner shoulder, hearing the shower turn on. Swallowing hard, the girl turned and opened drawer after drawer, her icy fingers fumbling through her mother's garments, searching for a paper, something that would give her Frank's number.
Nothing. Darlene sighed in disappointment, shoving the bottom drawer closed and pricking up her ears. No, her mother wasn't through yet. She could still hear the shower and her mother's faint singing through the locked bathroom door. Brushing her hair aside, Darlene moved to the bedroom nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. There it was, Swinger's World. The pink rag was wrinkled and dog-eared from much use. Darlene sat at the edge of the bed, feeling her pert ass sinking comfortably into the mattress. She pulled the paper from the drawer and began opening it. Ads, one after another, offered men and women who wanted to get together and do anything. There were some grainy pictures, too, of men with big cocks, their fingers hardly able to wrap around their pricks.
Darlene nervously flipped through the pages, her eyes settling on a number circled in red ink. There was no last name, only a first-Frank. Darlene felt her eyes swimming as she stared at the number, memorized it, then slipped the journal back into the drawer.
The sounds in the shower stopped. Hurriedly Darlene rushed from her mother's bedroom, carefully closing the door, then tiptoeing back into her own. She didn't want to see Karen this morning. No, she didn't want to see her mother for fear of giving herself away. She heard her dressing, heard her saying good-by. The girl waited until she heard the car pulling from the drive, then walked to her window to make sure her mother was indeed away. Something was tingling the edge of her excitement. It was the excitement of calling Frank, Yes, she knew she was going to do it! She, Darlene Grillo, who was so afraid of boys at school, was going to do it. Biting her lip, Darlene cracked her bedroom door open, walking down the corridor back to the kitchen. Picking up the phone, Darlene dialed the number, half hoping Frank wouldn't be in, praying he would.
One ring, two, three-maybe he wasn't home. Maybe she would have to try later. Would she have the courage? Darlene was about to hang up the receiver when she heard someone answer at the other end.
"Yeah?"
Darlene swallowed again, trying to control her breathing as she gripped the receiver with all her might.
"This is Darlene Grillo. I think . . . I think you know my mother."
Darlene thought the ceiling would fall in on her at that announcement. Frank said nothing, but she could hear him breathing at the other end of the line. He wasn't surprised by her, it seemed.
"Yeah, so what?"
"I thought . . . I mean, I saw what happened last night. I was watching . . . through the bedroom window. I saw everything."
She became bolder, her cunt throbbing in time to the wild beating of her heart. Darlene could hear Frank laughing now.
"Oh, yeah? Had an audience. If I knew you was watchin', I wouldn't have held back on your old lady. But, man, she's a hot number and wanted it all. You want it all, kid? You wanna get fucked like mama?"
He laughed again. Darlene flushed beet red, wanting to hang up. But instead she pressed the sweaty hot receiver to her ear, leaning heavily against the doorway, trying to sort out her conflicting feelings.
"I could do nice things to your body," Frank went on. She could hear his breathing become harsher. She knew he was getting excited. "I could strip off your fuckin' clothes just like I did with your old lady and fuck you. But we'd play first, you know, just like your old lady and me did last night."
Darlene trembled, again thinking about hanging up. But she just couldn't move from the phone. It seemed cemented to her ear as she listened to his filth.
"Then I can lick your nipples, bite them. I've got all kinds of toys here, baby, toys that'll make you feel real good when I get through usin' them on you. You understand?"
Darlene had no idea of what he was talking about. All she knew was that her cunt burned so much. It was aching like it did last night when she had crouched in the bushes and watched him fuck her mother.
"You know my cock, it's long and thick and real dark at the tip. You'll feel it when it slips in 'cause it's gonna stretch you wide open. I don't think you fuck much, maybe never. Maybe I'll put my tongue in your cunt. Then I'll stretch you open with my prick 'til you squirm and start screamin' down the walls-"
"Nooooo!"
Darlene wanted to hang up, but his words were burning in her brain.
"Bet I can make you cum twice . . . maybe three times. Maybe I'll make you suck my prick. That'll be nice, havin' your lips around my cock while I shove my balls up against your chin."
Darlene made a face. Her fingers tightened around the receiver once more.
"Come on over, baby, if you can. I'm gonna be home all fuckin' afternoon."
He was giving her his address, telling her to come over because his cock was real hot and hard right now. Then there was nothing but the buzzing dial tone after he had hung up.
Darlene stood there in the doorway, the phone still pressed against her ear. She could hear Frank laughing at her still. Hanging up the receiver, Darlene hesitated only for a moment. She couldn't resist. She just couldn't fight the overwhelming desire to see him. Her moral training, all her fears were washed away suddenly by the thought of seeing this man, the one who had fucked her mother.
Rushing to her bedroom, Darlene sat in front of her large mirror and brushed her hair back, pulling the comb through her silky blonde hair and looking at her full tits pressing up against her yellow halter. Yes, she was attractive, damned attractive! She could see now why men had stared so hard at her, why those hoods in the car had tried to pick her up the other night. What would Frank think of her?
Standing up, she half turned, profiling herself in the mirror. Her blue shorts were tugging up against her cunt, rubbing against her clit. Maybe she was really taking on too much. She didn't know the first thing about men.
She turned a little more, sucking in her flat stomach. It was then Darlene remembered how really small she was and how big Frank was. He had overpowered her mother easily, and Karen was much taller than she. Again Darlene hesitated. But then she thought about him, about the sexy way he had sounded over the phone. No, she was going to go through with it. Gathering up what was left of her courage, the girl raced from the house, praying she wouldn't run into anyone she knew along the way.
Darlene was lucky. Frank lived two blocks north of the Glendale Galleria Mall in an area in which she knew no one. His address pounded in her mind again and again as she turned the corner and walked up to a large two-story Victorian home at the end of the block. The numbers were there on the porch. Children were playing across the street. Someone was mowing their lawn down the way. It seemed so ridiculous. Maybe he didn't live there at all. Maybe he was just pulling her leg, playing a trick on a dumb kid, teaching her a lesson.
Squaring her shoulders, Darlene marched up to the front door, curling her fingers into a fist and rapping hard against the solid wood. It had been a joke. Frank was probably laughing at her somewhere in the city now. Darlene burned with shame!
Someone was moving to the door. Darlene felt her mouth go dry as the door opened and Frank's bulky frame appeared.
"Her daughter, eh? Come on in," he said, backing into the darkness.
Darlene marched forward, jumping nearly out of her skin when Frank slammed the door behind her.
"How'd you find out about me and your old lady?" Frank said, rubbing his stubby chin with one hand while giving Darlene an appreciative once-over.
"I thought my mother had been acting strangely. I thought she'd taken on a lover or something. So when she made me go out with a friend last night I left my friend and came back home early. I saw the two of you . . . "
Her voice died.
"Like what you saw, didn't you?"
Frank's lips curled into a smile, then died just as quickly.
"When I'm talkin' to you, baby, you better answer. Now, you like what you saw?"
The change in his voice made Darlene shiver. This had been a terrible mistake. She had better leave while she could.
"I'm sorry. I think I'd better go now, before something happens."
"Plenty's gonna happen, baby. And it's all gonna happen right here, to you"
He loomed up in front of her like a shadow from hell. Darlene felt fear, real fear for the first time in her young life. She looked around the large living room, then ducked away from Frank behind an overstuffed sofa. The big stud stood there, hands on his broad hips, laughing at her.
"You think you're gonna get away? After that hot little call you made, you think I'm gonna let you get away from me? Not 'til I played around with you good and proper, bitch."
Darlene shook her head, ducking away again as he lurched for her. He grabbed her hair, filling one hand with it. Darlene shrieked, feeling the pain radiate through her scalp as he jerked her backward. Her knees gave away, her hand flailing uselessly in front of her. "Owwwww! No, no, you're hurting me! Stop this, you're hurting me!" she yowled.
"That's what you came here for, baby, and that's what you're gonna get."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
He knocked her down to her knees, jerking her close against his right boot. Her lips cracked against the black leather. Darlene tasted something warm and salty-blood!
CHAPTER FOUR
Darlene lay sprawled on the floor, her hair covering her face while her shorts hiked up more tightly against her pussy. Frank was over her, rubbing his paw-like hands together in eager anticipation of what would surely follow.
"Please," she begged.
But there was no pleading with the fiend. She tensed back as she watched him raise his right hand. Darlene remembered how he had beaten her mother's ass. She breathed with wheezing, gasping sounds, watching his eyes glisten, watching the bulge grow between his legs. As she trembled with terror, Frank smiled more broadly. His lips pulled back across his teeth. She screamed, drawing one hand over her mouth while shaking like a leaf in the wind. The hand shot down, cutting a broad swath in the air. Darlene shrieked, feeling the rush of air before the fingers slashed over her right cheek, knocking her head viciously to the left. The girl's scream was cut off with a moan, the fingers and palm knocking the wind from her.
Her body turned over, her legs tangling with one another as she rolled onto her belly. Frank was on top of her, sliding his right hand under the elastic band of her halter. Darlene shook her head, feeling herself regaining her consciousness as her cups tightened around her tits. Frank was tugging up, trying to rip the material from her body!
"No!" she screamed.
Desperately the girl beat back with her hands. But Frank held her down firmly, putting one booted foot on the back of her neck and pressing down hard. Darlene felt the pressure against her spine and groaned.
"You want a broken neck, baby? I could snap it like straw if you don't cooperate!"
He increased the pressure, making her scream out again.
"Yes, yes, I'll do anything," Darlene finally panted.
"Better," Frank grunted, sliding his heel off her neck, then flipping her around. The girl whimpered, drawing one hand protectively over her face again as she stared pleadingly up into his eyes. There was no softness or warmth in those eyes as they glistened down at her. She drew back, waiting for another slap. It never came.
"Come on."
Scooping her up from the floor, Frank steadied the young girl, holding her tightly by the wrist and dragging her through the living room.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Downstairs. I got a kinda playroom down there. It's somethin' your old lady would dig. And I got a feelin' you're just a chip off the block, know that?" Frank muttered, flashing a cynical, laughing look at her.
Oh, he was so right. She thought about his thick long cock even now, the cherry tip glistening with pre-cum. She could even now see his taut, fat balls drawn up against his crotch, his broad chest streaked with perspiration as he fucked Karen.
"Down there."
Darlene stood at the head of a long, narrow set of wooden stairs. There was a dim light at the end of the steps, barely illuminating what appeared to be a concrete floor at the base.
Frank had no tolerance for hesitation. Putting the flat of one hand between her shoulders, he shoved her forward, sending Darlene pitching headlong into the gathering darkness. The young teen screamed, her hands stretched in front of her, her eyes wide with terror. She stumbled down the stairs, feeling herself falling wildly through the air toward a certain death.
"Noooooo!" she screamed.
Flailing her arms crazily, Darlene managed to grip the side handrail three steps down, her knees swinging around and slamming against the wooden sidewall hard. Pain shot up through her legs, into her brain, making her teeth rattle.
Darlene gripped the rail with all her might, blinking away the tears of agony as Frank moved up behind her. She felt his boot against her shoulder once more. He was trying to dislodge her from safety.
"No, don't . . . oh, please don't do this . . . oh, God!"
"Move it, bitch!"
He shoved down hard, the weight of his leg pushing her off the safety of the handrail.
With a wail, Darlene found herself pitching headlong down the stairs, head over heels, her legs rattling against the wood until she finally came to rest in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs. She groaned, expecting to discover some part of her body broken from the fall. Miraculously, nothing was hurt. She raised her head from the floor, blinking up at the big man sauntering down the steps.
"That's a lesson, bitch. I don't want nothin' like that comin' from you again, or I'm gonna knock the shit outta you."
"I don't want to do this. Please, I'm not like my mother. I made a mistake," Darlene begged, gathering her aching legs under her ass and scooting away from the approaching stud.
"Like I said, you're the fuckin' same. I can see it in your Goddamned eyes. You want the same things, baby, the same things."
Again Darlene scooted away, looking all around her for some path of escape. What she saw was enough to terrify her. There were all sorts of things hanging from the wall, things she had seen in old-time movies about castles and dungeons. But here they were, dangling from hooks driven into the gray cinderblock. And all of them, she feared, were meant for her!
"Oh, please, no . . . I'm not like that . . . I swear I'm not!"
Darlene lay there with terror-stricken eyes, her body glistening with perspiration as Frank dropped his left hand to his crotch and scratched his groin. Immediately the girl saw an image of her mother spread open, her cunt split wide apart by his awful, thick prick. A flash of hot delight rushed through her young cunt in spite of her horror, forcing her to close her eyes and shiver.
"Bitch!"
Frank snapped his right arm back once more, slamming his fist hard against her chin and sending the girl hurtling end over end on the floor.
"Uhfhhfhffff!" she gasped.
Stunned, Darlene lay face down, her arms stretched above her head and her legs tangled over one another. She cried, feeling completely abandoned and vulnerable. She heard Frank approach. The girl knew he would brutalize her without mercy, that he would ravage her without one bit of feeling. And that knowledge was building a hot, sexual thrill that was intensified by the fear chilling her blood.
"Come on."
Frank let her cry for a minute, breathing heavily as he watched her lie helplessly on the floor. Then he bent down, scooping Darlene off the floor, forcing her to stand in front of him. She hung her head down, her hair curtaining tier lovely face as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. He was unzipping his fly right there in front of her, his fingers tightening around the zipper tab, then pulling down. The pants halved, then slid down a little. She could see a black mass of cock hairs bushing out around the silver teeth. And then his hot prick slipped out. It was as long and thick and heavily veined as she had remembered it!
Darlene jumped back, reviving herself. She put one hand to her mouth, suppressing another cry as she looked from his long cock up to his eyes, then back to his fuckrod once more.
"Cock happy, just like I said," Frank muttered, rubbing his fingers over his meaty prickhead. "Just like your old lady. You won't be able to get enough of this mother when I get through with you."
His pants slipped down a little more. She could see his leathery balls were taut, drawn into the upper part of his groin. A flash of hatred shot through her. If only she had a knife. The thought of a knife swelled in her mind as his prick hardened to its full heat and hardness. And yet, in spite of her anger, Darlene wanted to touch it, to feel it. Her crotch filled with the hot desire to be fucked. The teen trembled, turning her head, feeling disgust fill her mind and belly.
"No!" Darlene sobbed, shaking her head more violently, backing up until she pressed her back against the wall. Her fists were clenched and rubbing against her shivering white thighs.
"I said come on."
Walking with his prick swinging from side to side, Frank grabbed Darlene, shoving her in front of him. She stumbled, regained her balance, then shuffled through the dim light across the uneven basement floor. The damp odor of the room invaded her nostrils, making her wrinkle up her nose as she marched slowly forward.
"Stop," he commanded.
Darlene did as she was told, not moving one inch as Frank unhooked her halter, tearing it from her body and flinging it onto the floor. She felt her tits spring free, falling onto her chest with a quiet slap. The big stud paused for a moment, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. He reached forward, touching her red-tipped tits, sanding her nipples with his callused fingers. Darlene sucked in a sharp breath, her spine straightening while her toes curled against the cold concrete. A sharp sliver of heated sexual electricity knifed into her clit, making her cuntlips tremble. She rubbed her damp palms over her thighs, waiting for what was next.
"Now these."
Again the girl did nothing, standing nearly at attention as she felt Frank's fingers fumble for her zipper. He unbuttoned, then opened her shorts, pulling them down over her knees, exposing her full asscheeks and pussy. Darlene felt another shudder pass over her flesh. Embarrassed to tears, the girl folded one leg over the other, trying to hide her naked cunt from Frank's prying eyes. It was a futile but instinctive move on her part. Her flesh puckered into goosepimples as he tugged the briefs over her ankles, nearly upending her in the progress.
"Nice body, better almost 'n your old lady, though she's got one hell of a cunt. Gotta see if you got the same stuff."
Frank shoved two fingers between her asscheeks, rubbing the jagged nails against her shitter. Darlene bucked, staggering forward, slapping back with her hands in horror. Wheeling about, she bent slightly at the waist, casting a savage look at her attacker.
"Stop it! Stop it or I'll-"
The words failed her. She sputtered, shoving the hair from her eyes while her cheeks glowed with frustrated shame. Frank only laughed at her defiance, twisting his head around and spitting on the concrete.
"I like it, baby. I like the spitfire. Gonna see just how long you can keep it up."
He came at her like an attacking savage, his prick swinging threateningly, slapping first one thigh, then the other. His hands seemed all over her at once, gripping her by the shoulders so hard that his fingers left blue bruises on her flesh. Darlene snapped her head back and shrieked, her wails bouncing heedlessly off the cinderblock walls around her. Frank shook her wildly, forcing her back, back until her calves struck something solid on the floor.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
It was a green wooden crate or box, the top of which was padlocked to the sides. Frank told her to be still, threatening her with another savage blow across the face if she were to move an inch. Stifling down a scream, Darlene did as she was told, taking in deep gulping breaths to calm herself. Frank opened the box after fishing a set of keys from his trousers.
"This is gonna be your trainer, baby. Every good slut's gotta have a trainer," he said, fishing out what appeared to be a confused tangle of leather and straps all attached in some grotesque way to one another. "I was savin' this for your old lady. Looks like you're gonna be the first one to try it out, though."
"Oh, God!
Darlene had never seen something like this in her life! She watched as Frank shook the mass free in front of her. It resembled something a person would slip onto a horse or donkey, although made of a much finer grained leather. Across most of the harnesses were small silver studs, double rows of them that made the device seem all that much more threatening.
"Steady, baby, and no movin' . . . 'less you wanna get smacked hard again."
Darlene stood there, her knees knocking together while she clenched and unclenched her fists in terror. First came the shoulder straps, two-inch-wide pieces of leather draped on either side of her neck, attached to one another in a Y by a small metal ring. The cold touch of the leather made the girl shudder. Darlene closed her eyes, concentrating on the hard, cold sensation of the ring resting just below the base of her throat. Frank draped the harness farther down on her body. The thing was far more complicated than she had thought. Opening her eyes, Darlene peered down and saw that a wider leather strip, parallel to the floor, was attached to a horizontal band running from the metal ring. This one Frank straightened, then pulled around just under her tits, affixing it just below her shoulders.
"Yeah," he sighed.
Reaching around her hips, the big stud tugged the horizontal band down farther. Darlene felt more strips brushing up against the fronts of her legs. Frank took a second broad horizontal band, tightening it around her thighs, then drawing it around until he buckled the two ends together where her asscheeks met.
Darlene felt as if she were awakening to some kind of horrid nightmare. He was entrapping her in a leather girdle, enslaving her as he tugged the bonds more tightly against her flesh.
"You're . . . hurting me."
"That's the point."
Two smaller strips dangled freely now in front of her. These Frank gripped, tugging them between her legs, pulling them back until they were rubbing against her cuntlips. Darlene shuddered, her knees bending involuntarily at the subtle brush of the cool leather against her pussy. She felt her clit tingle at the touch as Frank pulled back hard, attaching the strips to loops in the horizontal strap. She was bound fully now, trussed up like a mare ready to plow the Fields.
Frank stepped back, rubbing his cock with both hands, admiring his handiwork.
"Feel good, baby? Feelin' that leather up against your pussy's real nice, ain't it?"
As horrid as it was, Darlene couldn't help but like the smooth yet firm rubbing sensation of the leather strips brushing over her swelling cuntlips. How they burned and itched! And how that leather increased the hot tingling sensation down there! Shamelessly the girl could feel the juices flowing from her pussy, wetting down the strands, making them so warm and greasy as they slipped back and forth over her red, meaty cuntlips! Her knees trembled once more, her fingernails biting into her full-fleshed thighs.
"Down, baby, down."
Frank's right hand pushed up against her shoulders while his other hand shoved her down to the floor. Darlene did as she was told, feeling strangely aroused as she submitted her will to Frank's. Crouching there on her hands and knees, feeling the sexy pull of her tits on her upper chest, Darlene was aware of the hot, wet crack between her legs becoming terribly exposed by the awkward position. She knew he was crouched behind her. She could hear him kneeling, could hear his heavy panting. And then Darlene felt his fingers tracing her asscheeks, caressing the outer swells, then coming in toward her asshole and pussy. He was breathing with raspy sounds now as he touched her cunt. Darlene winced, letting out a gasp of air. She could feel her cunt muscles snap shut, making a kind of squishy wet whooshing sound at the light touch of his hand against her cunt.
"Whooeeeee, baby! You got it bad!" Frank said. "You're a real snapper, bitch. You're gonna cut off my prick you keep it up this way!"
There was the rough, sanding sound of material against flesh behind her. He was stripping completely now. Darlene would have turned her head to see more. But the restraints made any kind of movement painful. She remained crouched in front of him, the leather seeming to press against her cuntlips harder, forcing the cunt juice from her pussy. Frank said something, then gripped her hips with both his hands. Darlene felt his fingers tightening around her thighs while his knees slid and humped up against her ass.
"Noooo!" she gasped.
His cock was pressing against her strapped-down cuntlips, flattening them back while trying to wedge into her pussy. The girl let out a yelp of pain, snapping her head back, her body bolting forward.
"Ughghhhhh!"
"Take it, bitch, take it all."
There was no choice. Darlene would take it all.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Nooooooo!" Darlene gasped.
Again she felt the blunt stabbing of Frank's prick against her cuntlips. The girl twisted against her leather bonds, the straps around her shoulders pressing down so hard that they made her bones ache. Her tits slapped up against the crossband as the big stud slammed his body again and again against her pussy.
"Uhhh . . . you're a tight one down there, baby. You ain't been fucked before," he grunted, pulling back and spitting on two of his fingers. "Please!"
"Please what-fuck you? Sheeit, I got 'er beggin' for it and I ain't even shoved it in yet!" Frank said, wetting down his fingers some more, then pushing them up against her cuntlips.
Darlene's jaw slackened, her eyes widening as she felt his jagged fingernails tearing against her pussylips.
"No, oh, God no!" she cried, her voice becoming hoarse and cracked as she felt his fingers tunneling their way into her fuckhole.
"Poor little girl," Frank said mockingly, twisting his fingers around in the throat of her pussy. "You oughta be all smiles, baby. When you feel my prick pumpin' into you, you ain't gonna do nothin' but sigh and beg me for more."
"No!"
As Frank readily slipped his fingers harder into her juicy cunt, rubbing her convulsing muscles with the edge of one thumb, Darlene felt her pussy reacting as powerfully as it had when she had fingered herself the night before. She shook her head violently, still feeling Frank's finger driving in. Her cunt felt tight, hot and wet, pinching hard around his invading finger. And then he was pressing up against her cherry. The girl let out another pained gasp, her body flinching at the pain and pressure of her protective cherry flesh being nudged by fingers. Darlene clenched her thighs, feeling her cuntflesh snug up against Frank's thumb. He was shoving forward a little harder, sniggering at her groans and sighs.
"Ain't gonna get far this way," he grumbled, sliding away from the girl.
Darlene let out a sigh of relief. His finger was gone! She felt her belly sagging toward the floor, her fingers spreading out against the cold concrete. And then in a moment it was back . . . or something like it. It was cold and hard and sharp.
"It's a marlin spike, baby, somethin' that's gonna shoot right through your cherry, pop it right open, baby, pop it good!"
"Nooooo!"
The cold iron made her cunt muscles convulse once more. It was sliding in, greased down by her own hot flowing fuck juices. She could feel the needle-sharp point pricking the slick sides of her pussy, sliding down, down until it was stabbing into her cherry.
"Noooo!" Darlene screamed again, her face reddening and bunching up in a mask of pain.
"Yeah, baby, all the way!"
There was nothing but pain, the hard, cold, metallic pain of her body being pierced by that horrid instrument. It was pure agony. Only the agony of the leather restraining her body kept her from going raving mad. She let out a scream, and then another, and another as the stabbing marlin spike seemed to go on forever! "Eagghghghhhhh!"
Darlene hung her head in shame and agony, her hair brushing over her whitened knuckles. Her knees ached from the pain of the hard cold concrete underneath. She had lost her cherry, lost it to that spike! And now Frank was deriding her, laughing at her distress while he kept fucking her with that thing.
"You'd suck in anything with that cunt, huh, baby? You'd fuck a fire hydrant if you could, just like your old lady-a couple of real, first-class sluts!"
The spike withdrew. Darlene felt her cunt walls tugging after the thing, puckering out as Frank pulled the instrument from her pussy, wiping it on his pulled-off Levi's.
"You're open now. It's my turn," he said, shoving his thumb in and working it around in her tight little fuckhole. He was worming his fingers in deeper, rubbing her inner walls as the muscles tried closing down hard around the invading digits. It was such a strange feeling. Darlene gasped with pleasure in spite of the throbbing pain still assaulting her. "Ohhhh!"
"Just shut up and enjoy this. Maybe you'll like it as much as I do," Frank panted in her ear. "If you're anythin' like your old lady, you're gonna gobble up my prick so fuckin' fast it'll make my head spin."
Frank shoved his body up against her, pulling her asscheeks apart. He kept them tugged wide open while both his thumbs smoothed over her inner pussylips. She was dripping with cunt-juices. Darlene could feel them dribbling down her thighs, wetting down her heels. There was nothing she could do to disguise her excitement. The pain seemed to increase her heat. She rocked her hips, feeling the walls rubbing against one another, against his probing finger. The movement of his digits made the girl's heated pussy explode with an intensity that took Darlene's breath away. Again the girl gasped for air.
"Oh, yeahhhhhh," Frank sighed.
The blonde teen begged silently she would faint rather than endure the pain and humiliation of this rape. But nothing happened. If anything, Darlene was more aware than ever of Frank and his body, his prick.
"No more, oh, please," she sobbed with renewed humiliation.
Very slowly Frank spread her sodden cuntlips apart, peeling them back, exposing the dark red inner flesh to his view. He was breathing hard now, his chest heaving mightily while perspiration streaked his pecs and belly. The juices made her cuntwalls glisten in the dim overhead light as he pulled her pussylips apart even more, getting the girl ready for her first fuck.
Darlene twitched, jerking forward as his index finger shot out. She felt the soft, flicking tip circle her clit, teasing along the edges of her soaking cuntlips. It kept its maddening tickling against her clit, making her groan long and loud. The sounds seemed to come from her chest as his working finger found its way along the slick length of her cuntslit. Darlene found herself bobbing her ass up and down, up and down while Frank widened the elastic fuckway.
"Oh, no, no, no," the girl screamed, pleading and praying as his long finger moved from the fur-edged pussylips down to her cuntslit.
Frank had no intention of listening to the girl's wild pleas. He slipped in a second finger instead, twisting it around and around, feeling her loosen up. Darlene wept. Hot, salty tears streaked her flushed cheeks. She thought of her mother, of the way Karen had bobbed around while Frank fucked her to the bed. Now she could understand her mother's heat, her mother's wild excitement under the stabbing of this man's cock. She was going to feel it, could already feel the excitement of his prick prodding against her cunt.
"Uhhhh . . . oh, you're making me so . . . so . . . oh God!"
Catching herself, Darlene bit down on her lower lip hard. She couldn't tell him the truth, couldn't admit to the rushing heat taking away her breath. His fingers were doing such delightful things to her. And then they slipped out suddenly, making the girl cry out in surprise. She felt and heard the wet sucking sound, then sensed Frank sliding between her thighs behind her. Again she felt the head of his hard, throbbing fuckrod pressing up against her asscheeks. Only this time her cunt wasn't so tight, didn't have the protective wall to keep his fuckrod out.
"Oh, no!" she wailed.
Frank was dry fucking her, rubbing the full length of his prick back and forth over her ass crack. She could feel his double-lobed cockhead rubbing up against her shitter, then edging down, down until it pressed against her clit. Her nerve-rich fucknub throbbed with ecstasy at the teasing pressure of his cock.
"Goin' in, baby, keep 'er steady."
She felt his prickhead spreading apart her cuntlips, making the tissues stretch almost painfully, itchingly as his cockmeat slipped into her body. Again Darlene pitched forward, tugging at the restraining leather harness. Frank muttered some obscenity, stretching out one arm and filling his palm with her hair. Jerking back on the strands, he tore several from her scalp. Darlene yelped, screaming loudly as Frank pulled back harder on her hair.
"Take it, bitch, take it."
Her head slipped back, back until it was nearly touching the bottoms of her shoulders. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared, her breaths coming in strangled pants. She was being raped, her cunt fucked for the first time! She could feel her cunt stretching, fitting tightly around his prick.
Frank shoved forward again. The girl's moans became louder, stronger. Her tight little cunt resisted for one more second, then finally gave way. There was a violent shuddering in her thighs that shivered up to her brain. Hot, blood-filled cockmeat poled its way relentlessly into her pussy. Darlene gagged, choking, jerking her head from side to side. Frank was sliding his fingers under the top leather band, tugging up, jerking her arms off the concrete while flattening her tits against the leather. He moved the band up until it ripped against her tit tips. How her nipples loved that sensation! How they throbbed and ached to be touched, to be pinched and nipped just as her mother's had been tortured by this man! And those leather straps against her cuntlips! How much more Darlene could feel them now as the big stud fucked her. Inch by thick, throbbing, meaty inch, Frank slid his cock into her. With each fucking shove, Darlene let out a gasp, sucking in air through her burning nostrils. The leather seemed to be choking the wind from her. And still she wanted more, more sensation, more bondage, more of the big stud's prick in her! "Ughghhghhh!"
Darlene shrieked, feeling as if Frank were tearing her body down the center as if it were tissue. She could hardly believe her body was taking so much thick cockmeat. Frank jerked back on the harness again, making her rear up as if she were a ridden mare. Then he stopped. His immense pole of cockmuscle was lodged inside her, making her gasp again and again.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby, nice feelin' that cunt snuggin' up against my cockmeat real nice. Ain't had that kinda fuckin' cuntmeat against my fuckrod for a long time. Good, young, hot pussy!"
Darlene wept more, writhing helplessly under him. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly, feeling them massaging his wonderful hunk of cockmeat. Frank groaned at the touch, fucking in a little deeper, a little harder.
"Ooooooofffff!" she gasped.
Frank flexed again. The young teen, far from fighting him any longer, grew limp. She still held her breath at times. And now he was pulling back, withdrawing his cock as he had withdrawn that horrid spike. It was so weird, feeling her cunt suck outward like that, feeling her pussy walls sag back together and squiggle against one another. He was rocking his hips, getting the maximum feel of her cunt against his cock.
"Ummmmm!" he grunted.
There was nothing, nothing she could do to stop him. And that knowledge added somehow to her intense pleasure. She had to lay there and accept that brutal attack, trussed up in that grotesque harness restraining her.
"Fuck, baby! You're hot enough to burn up my prick!"
His hands slid under her belly and raised her from the floor. Darlene was whimpering softly, feeling his rough finger fanning over the flatness of her belly. She cried out in shame and anguish, though she knew her gasps were making Frank more and more excited.
His hands crawled up along farther, making her wriggle against his body. She felt his hairy groin rubbing up against her ass, felt his cock fucking back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her cunt. He was touching the top strap now, tugging it hard against her tits, nearly cutting them in two with the strip. And then he was pinching her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. Again Darlene threw her head back, wailing through her clenched teeth. Frank was tensing his fingers solidly against her rubbery nipples, letting her know he was getting a cheap thrill from touching her tits. Then his hands slipped back down to her hips, tugging her firmly up, yanking her ass all the tighter against his fucking thrusts. Darlene sobbed again, feeling wet drops of his sweat drip onto her back.
"Fuck it out, bitch, come on, fuck it out!"
He was hammering his prick harder, his belly slapping wetly against her ass. Darlene grunted with each forward shove, her cunt heating, sparking under the constant hard attack of his fucking cock. His balls kept on slapping her clit, making it tingle as his groin rubbed up against her cuntlips. He moved faster, more brutally, building his rape into a wild crescendo of hard-assed fucking.
"Ughh! Uhhh! Ughhh!"
Darlene cried out, tears running down her cheeks while she felt his cock swelling inside her. Instinctively she knew he was going to cum. She could tell from the raspy way he was breathing and the way his hips struck against her asscheeks. The continual thrusts of his cock inside her had built up feelings she had never had before. It felt good, shamefully good!
"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh!"
Darlene lost all her cool. She was going insane with fuck lust. The cock working in the seething pit of her cunt made her mind explode. Her ass bobbed up and down, the black leather restraints around her body glistening with sweat. Frank reared back, his hands kneading her asscheeks hard. Then, wild with excitement, he shoved his right forefinger into her asshole, digging around cruelly in the tiny puckered opening. It was as if someone had poured burning gasoline in her belly. Darlene screamed, bolting forward. Only Frank's tight grip on the harness kept her in place as he finger-fucked her ass while pile driving his prick into her hot cunt.
"Now, baby!" he gasped breathlessly, stopping for only a moment, then resuming his fucking.
"Hhhrhhrhhrrr!"
"Gonna make it, baby. Gonna-uhhh -gonna dump my load, bitch!"
The words burned into Darlene's mind. She whirled her asscheeks around, loving the tensing sensation of the leather restraints against her thighs, against her tits, against her cunt. The straps rubbed hard against her cunt, then slipped up over her greasy pussymeat to her clit once more.
"Hhhghghhhhhaghghghghhhh!" Frank gasped, his knees sliding up against hers. Then Darlene could feel his white-hot jizz jetting into her seething cunt. The big stud still had his finger stuck up her asshole, pushing it up to the second joint. Darlene thought she would faint from sensation. She felt more and more of that hot, squirmy cum blast into her fuckhole. And as the heavy white jism oozed from her pussyslit, the girl felt the throbbing in her cunt build to a final explosion.
"Eayyyghghghhhhhhh!" she wailed.
It was her turn now, her turn to blow to pieces, to cum!
She screamed again and again, her cunt clamping, relaxing, then squeezing down in milking motions against frank's spitting cock. How long this went on, Darlene didn't know. Minutes dragged into hours as her convulsing pussy tugged at the big man's prick. All she knew was that when she began to come to, she could feel Frank pulling his softening cock from her cunt.
"Good, baby, good fuckin'. Ain't had me a piece of ass this young in a couple of weeks. Always like somethin' like this, breakin' in a young filly!"
Darlene slumped to the floor, her arms like wet rags under her body. She wept again, this time crying for her lost innocence, for what she had done with this man. It now seemed so terribly wicked, so evil! Here she was, tied up in this leather thing, letting him perform one of the most perverted acts possible on her. And how she had loved it. Darlene couldn't stop the dreadful, exciting chain of thoughts that had begun building the moment Frank withdrew his cock and staggered to his feet.
CHAPTER SIX
Darlene didn't know how much more time had passed. Was her mother wondering where she had disappeared to? Would she worry, then call the police? Could she possibly imagine the truth? Darlene shuddered at that as Frank directed her to a point in the room where a wooden horizontal bar of about five feet hung suspended from the low ceiling. Small leather straps hung from either end of the pole, straps with tiny buckles on the end.
Frank ordered the girl to raise her hands high over her head, spreading them so he could attach the thongs to her wrists. Darlene groaned as she felt the leather cinching around her flesh. The leather halter still clung to her body, those narrow straps rubbing teasingly along her cuntlips. The girl screwed up her forehead, still trying to figure out why the pressure, the feel of the smooth black leather had added that powerful spice to her climax. "There," he said.
Frank moved to her feet, telling her to spread her legs far apart. Darlene obeyed, feeling herself becoming terribly vulnerable again. She sighed heavily, moving her shoulders about to ease some of the stretching tension that was beginning to make her arms ache. Looking down, the teen saw that just beyond each of her widely separated feet a black ringbolt in the floor held a short chain. That bond ended in a heavy leather anklet. Frank fumbled with these for a moment, muttering curses as he untangled the chains and straightened them to one side of her feet. Succeeding, he fitted the straps on her, buckling them as tightly as he had cinched the buckles around her wrists.
"This is medieval!" Darlene gasped, her head snapping from left to right as she examined the bonds restraining her ankles and her hands. Her arms and legs were stretched wide, her tits rising and falling heavily as she felt fear curling up her spine like fire up a dried-out tree.
"Call it what the fuck you want, baby. This is my playroom, somethin' I wanted your old lady to come to, like I said. But you're here now. Yeah," Frank said, scratching his stubbly chin thoughtfully, then pushing a shock of his jet-black hair from his eyes. "You're here, and you're gonna have the fun your old lady missed."
"No!"
Frank moved to the nearby wall where an old winch handle, attached to a wheel, stood out. He gripped it, unlocking the old device, then slowly turned it clockwise. There were creaking sounds, noises that sounded as if the device were coming apart. Then Darlene felt the bar above her head slowly raising, moving toward the ceiling. That movement was tugging her arms up, making her ankles tug at their fastenings. Darlene gasped as first one, then her other heel left the floor. When Frank stopped turning and flipped the ratchet, the naked, helpless girl hung like a tautly drawn wire from the ceiling. Half hanging by her wrists, half standing on her toes, Darlene made a wickedly beautiful picture for the depraved animal fondling his cock in front of her.
"Ohhhh, baby, it's nice seein' you like this, real nice," Frank panted.
He lightly ran his fingers up and down her chest, smoothing them over her nipples. The blonde teen groaned helplessly, tilting her head back, staring at the ceiling as she felt those obscene caresses. The upward tension of the wrist restraints was making those crotch straps dig more pleasurably into her moist cuntmeat. Each subtle move she made forced those bands deeper into her pussy flesh. The girl let out another little gasp, wriggling her fingers to keep the blood circulating in them.
Frank was biting her nipples now, chewing them with his teeth while licking her rubbery tit tips with his tongue. Darlene snapped her head around, her hair whipping over her face, tangling in golden threads around her neck. His fingers pinched her brutally, gathering her white flesh in tiny stubs until she screamed again and again, her voice shrilling past soprano.
"Fuckin' loudmouth."
Frank pulled back, moving to the winch and unfastening the locking ratchet. For a second, Darlene felt the tension around her wrists easing as the bar lowered an inch or two toward the floor. But Frank grabbed hold of the lever, twisting it up and around. Darlene's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as another scream exploded from her dry, cracked throat. He was tightening the wheel, raising the bar even more from the basement floor! Darlene thought she heard something pop in her shoulders as the muscles and tendons strained in her arms and legs.
"Aghghghhhh!" she shrieked.
"Goddamn it!" Frank muttered, giving the wheel another quick turn, then locking it once more.
"No, oh, please! No more! No more! No more!" the girl sobbed wildly, tears streaking her flushed cheeks once again.
"You don't have a fuckin' choice."
Frank was fishing around in the green box again, coming out with what appeared to be a red rubber ball with two long black leather straps attached to it.
"Open up, bitch. I ain't gonna be listenin' to your babblin' all fuckin' day," Frank muttered.
When Darlene hesitated, the stud gripped her chin with one powerful hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger hard at the junction of her upper and lower jawbones. The pain was terrible! With a wail, the teen opened her mouth, feeling him stuff the rubber ball in until it popped past her front teeth.
"Yeah," he sighed. n
The rest was easy. Frank pulled back on the straps, fastening them at a point just below her ears. Now Darlene could say nothing, her complaints and screams reduced to animal grunts and wails.
"And now, baby, now we're gonna see the stuff you're made of."
Frank was walking in front of her now, his prick sticking straight out, hard and stiff. Darlene blinked. She saw the thick blue veins throbbing against his cockskin. His prickhead was so dark, so meaty, so fat! Had she really been fucked by that thing? Had she taken his cock between her thighs so easily? No, it hadn't been that easy. But the excitement, the arousal she had felt had eased its entry. Now, as she stood on her toes, the pulling agony making the backs of her legs ache while her shoulders throbbed, Darlene marveled at that long fat cock in front of her and wondered when she would feel it fucking through her pussy again.
"Can't take your eyes off it, eh? Yeah, just like your old lady. Like half the women around here," Frank spat out, rubbing his fingers teasingly along the underside of his fuckrod. "You keep sayin' you don't wanna get fucked. But, man, when the chips are down, you can't get enough cockmeat up your pussy."
His words made Darlene tremble. He checked the winch, then moved to another wall where various devices hung from hooks. Darlene had seen them earlier when she picked herself up from that awful fall. There were whips, riding crops and other devices she was sure would cause her pain. He stood in front of them now, choosing one weapon as if he were choosing a car.
"This'll do it."
Darlene watched with frightened eyes as Frank lifted a small black whip from a hook, checked out the ribbed handle, then flicked the wrapped leather lightly in the air. The resulting cracking sound made the hanging girl flinch against her bonds. Turning, Frank flashed her a hellish, grim smile of pleasure.
"Now you're gonna feel this, baby. It's gonna make you feel real good, real hot," he said, caressing the leather with one hand.
Darlene closed her eyes, shaking her head violently while chewing down on the rubber ball. This couldn't be happening to her, trussed up in this horrible way, helpless to move one finger! Darlene couldn't even cry out her anguish and fear, the rubber ball gagging her until she nearly choked on her own saliva. And now he was going to beat her with that thing.
"Feel it? Feel the leather? Just like the leather, baby, holdin' you."
Frank was hissing now, rubbing the whip teasingly up to her tits, hefting them with the handle, then letting her tits slap back down on her chest. He drew the handle down, down until he was touching the top of her cunt. Darlene shivered, chewing down on the rubber once more. She felt her clit popping out at the light touch as her skin shivered. Again the girl pulled helplessly at the chains, her body shaking with terror. Darlene was wild with fear, her mind reeling, feeling as if she were about to go insane. Frank still toyed with her, rubbing that awful thing up and down her flesh slowly, grinning with pleasure as he watched her fear grow into mute animal terror. When Darlene thought she was going to pass out from the growing horror, Frank stepped back, unfurling the weapon. The black leather curled around his left ankle like a snake. Blinking, Darlene saw his prick jerk up and down several times as the muscles in his right arm tensed against his dampened flesh. He was getting ready, getting ready to hit her with that terrible thing.
"Nfffnfnfnfnffff!" she wailed against the gag.
Darlene tugged wildly at her restraining chains, the leather thongs chafing her ankles badly, and her fingers went numb from the resulting pressure. There was a loud crack.
Frank had cocked his arm up high, the whip straightening into a long black line above his head, sparking in the fetid air.
Darlene's forehead wrinkled and her eyes bugged from their sockets in terror. She watched as the leather line snapped again, cutting a broad arc down toward her hanging body. In a second she felt the stinging hot kiss of the whip across her right shoulder.
"Yafgghfhhffff!"
Never before had the girl felt that kind of pain. With a muffled shriek Darlene bounced against her restraints, her body shaking and swinging back and forth like a bound puppet. Her tits slapped wetly together, rolling against one another while the arches in her feet cramped from the pain.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby," Frank cooed, rubbing the whip against his face while watching Darlene writhe as best she could in her bonds. "That's good, that's real good. I like watchin' you like this."
Again he walked up to her, curling the whip, doubling it, then rubbing the leather up against her cuntlips. The straps on either side of her outer pussylips were pulling them apart, exposing her dark-red pussymeat to his touch. Darlene thought she would faint again when she felt him slowly slip the whip back and forth over her moist cuntlips, purposely touching her clit again and again with the weapon. Frank smiled, watching the cunt juice weep from her fuckhole, wetting down her blonde cunt-hairs so much that they matted against her pussy.
"You dig this a lot. For a fuckin' bitch so young, you sure dig this kinda shit," Frank commented, sawing the leather back and forth. "Usually broads don't get into this kinda crap for a while . . . like your old lady. Took her a long time to buy one of them rags I advertise in and call me. But you're different, baby. You know what you like right now."
Frank was sawing the leather back and forth as if he would cut her in half with the whip if he could. More fuck juice oozed from her cunt slit, wetting down his whip. Frank saw the glistening leather, knew what was happening and smiled even more broadly.
"Yeah, you know what you want. It'd be a real trip havin' your old lady down here at the same time. You know, a kind of mother and daughter act. Ain't seen one of them in a long time."
Frank stepped back again, cracking the whip over his head, then bringing it down hard across her left shoulder. The tip bit into her left tit, stinging her nipple so badly that Darlene was certain Frank had torn it from her tit. She screamed again through the rubber gag, bright yellow lights exploding in her head. Her ankles jerked up painfully against the leather thongs. Burning pain shot down from her tits and shoulders, knifing into her clit, making the tiny nub throb spicily with pleasure and pain. "Dig it?"
Darlene shook her head vehemently, spitting in the face of truth. No, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her admitting to the obvious. No, she couldn't!
"Yaghfhfhhffff!" she screamed.
Again the whip branded her, biting nastily into her flesh, leaving a long red mark on her body. Frank saw her fears and capitalized on them, bringing the swinging leather down hard around her kneecaps. Darlene screamed more loudly than before, fearing for the safety of her exposed cunt.
"Afraid I'm gonna burn it out with the leather, eh, baby?"
The whip curled teasingly around her right leg, wrapping itself tightly around her cringing flesh. The tip snapped angrily just two inches below the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Darlene closed her eyes, praying this madness would stop before she was really injured.
"Yagfhfhfhhfff!" she screamed.
This time Frank curled the leather around her other leg, the tip barely nipping her cuntflesh. Darlene shrieked, her head snapping from left to right so hard she nearly dislocated her shoulders from the movement. Hot fires licked and lapped up to her clit, making her tiny fuck nub sputter with electricity that showered into her cunt.
"Thinking about my prick now, baby? Thinkin' about how good it would be to have me fuckin' my cock into your cunt?" Frank said, resting a bit.
Darlene opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the big stud before her. She breathed hard, her nostrils burning from the oxygen sucked in to feed her restrained body. The lash snapped back again, cracking like a gun in the air, then cutting forward until it sliced into her ribs.
"Yaghghfhfhfhhffff!"
Again and again the leather chewed into her belly, leaving long red marks across her ribs. Darlene's belly sucked in as spasms racked her body. The kiss of the whip made her weak, fired her cunt with a strange new kind of lust.
The whip snapped again around her pussy. Frank knew what he was doing, and that knowledge shamed Darlene even more. Overpowering vibrations racked her tiny clit while her nipples turned a darker red and stood up hard and defiant from her tits. She closed her asscheeks, her ass muscles cramping from the excitement Frank was arousing with the whip. Her hips spasmed and rocked while she tensed her belly again. Another blow burned across her ribs.
Frank increased the tempo of his whipping, the leather branding Darlene's body as if it were a hot poker. The girl widened her eyes, staring at the man in front of her, watching his prick wag and wiggle with each of his moves. Again the whipping stopped.
"Damn, baby! You're a feisty slut! Betcha you could take this kinda shit for a long time. But I ain't got that much time to beat the shit outta you. Besides, my ol' fucker here's gettin' hot and achin' to feel a hot little pussy like yours snuggin' up to it."
He tossed the whip aside, walking to the winch and unfastening the ratchet once more. Darlene felt the shudder through the restraining leather as her body gradually eased to the floor. Her feet flattened against the concrete, her toes brushing over the cold, cracked surface as the tension eased around her arms. Above her, the horizontal bar swung from side to side.
"You liked watchin' your old lady gettin' fucked. Liked watchin' my prick fuck 'er. Now you're gonna feel it right here, sports fan," Frank said mockingly, kneeling and unfastening the chains holding her ankles prisoner: "" . . . . . . . . . . . . . .us : "'
Darlene closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her long blonde lashes. It was so good feeling those horrid restraints ease from her ankles! She drew her legs together, rubbing the chafed areas of her flesh against one another while Frank stretched his arms up and unfastened the thongs holding her wrists to the overhead bar. Again the girl let out another cry of relief through her rubber-ball gag as her arms fell to her sides. The sudden release caught her off balance. Darlene felt herself swaying, falling into Frank's arms. The stinging welts crisscrossing her belly and asscheeks seemed to ease their pulsing pain as his hands crawled over her body.
"Yeah, nice 'n hot and young. What a little slut you are, bitch!"
He was licking her earlobes now, panting heavily and telling her how he was going to fuck her inside out. He dragged her across the floor, her heels scooting over the cold surface. The leather thongs still pulled and slipped over her cuntlips, the horizontal straps hugging her thighs and tits while the rings holding the straps together warmed under her sweating flesh.
"Maybe later, when I think you're good enough, I'll fuck you in bed. Now I'm gonna fuck you right here."
He dragged her to what appeared to be a large, wooden workbench. There was an old vise at one end. But something else caught the girl's eye, long, brown leather straps with buckles at the ends, dangling from either end of the table. ss
CHAPTER SEVEN
Darlene arched her spine, wallowing her shoulder blades against the cold, splintery table top. Flailing the backs of her naked legs against the workbench, the shrieking girl chewed down hard on the sagging rubber ball while tears stained her flushed cheeks once more. The horrible, terrible pain scorching her veins made her teeth rattle as Frank attached two small brass rings to her nipples. They were biting, terrible things whose screw-like teeth chewed nastily into her dark red tit tips. Twice the girl tried slapping Frank's hands away from her nipples. A sharp backhanded slap across her chin that knocked her head against the workbench ended any protests. Instead, the teen lay there helplessly, closing her eyes and fighting the biting pain exploding in each of her nipples.
"There!" Frank finished, screwing the brass down so tightly that her half-inch-long tit tips were crushed under the metallic bands. He backed off a few inches, pulling two long pieces of twine from one hand and looping each of them into each brass ring.
"Uhhhfffff!"
Darlene groaned more softly this time, gradually growing accustomed to the crushing pain in her nipples. Blinking the hot, salty tears from her eyes, she watched as the big stud attached the string to those rings, draping the twine over her shoulders.
"Before I work on you, bitch, gotta make sure you ain't gonna bolt on me. Almost did it the last time," Frank said, pursing his lips, then swinging his thick-muscled, hairy legs over the edge of the table.
Darlene watched breathlessly as he moved around to the head of the bench, taking the long strings and pulling them back, back until they teased and began drawing her big tits up from her chest. The resulting tension made the rings bite down harder on her nipples. Darlene blanched, her fingers curling into two tight fists that beat the top of the table. Once more her gagged yelps and cries escaped from around the suffocating gag.
Frank dropped the string, quickly moving to the right side of the workbench, where he grabbed the girl's right ankle. Darlene stopped her sobbing, feeling him bend her leg back toward her ass-cheek. When the heel of her foot touched the rounded bottom of her ass-cheek, Frank stopped, telling her to keep that position. Darlene did as she was instructed, breathing regularly, trying to calm herself down as all sorts of wild thoughts rattled about in her mind. She thought of those horrible devices hanging from the wall. What else would he inflict upon her? The possibilities lurked about in her imagination like monsters, threatening and yet unformed as she lay there. Frank pushed up her other leg until she was in a spread-eagle position.
"Keep 'em up and high, baby."
Peering over her ringed tits, Darlene saw Frank lengthening yet two more straps attached to the top of the workbench about halfway back. In a moment he slipped the brown leather around her ankles, adjusting the cuffs so they wouldn't chafe the area already rubbed raw from her last ordeal.
"Mmfffff!" she choked.
Darlene raised her asscheeks from the table an inch or two, rocking her hips, feeling those crotch straps slip easily around her pussylips once more. He had her in a good fucking position. Her cunt was spread wide open.
"Now, the arms."
The rest was easy. Frank drew Darlene's thin arms back over her head, fastening each wrist to the side bands dangling from the head of the workbench. Again she was bound, this time horizontally to the table. And this time she knew she would feel the power of Frank's cock fucking through her cunt. The thought of being fucked by this maniac once again sent slivers of delight exploding through her. She raised her ass heavily off the bench one more time, rocking her hips to the right, then to the left, loving the greasy slide of those leather thongs over her clit.
But he wasn't fucking her! What was wrong? She opened her eyes, peering through the darkness and watching him bustling above her. He was pulling the strings back, back until the twine grew taut once more. The rings were snapping down harder onto her nipples again, it seemed, the tension from the string pulling her tits up, up toward her chin! Darlene let out a painful moan, biting down on the rubber ball, swallowing another lump of pain and fear. Her tits raised from her chest another inch as Frank fastened the string to a nearby eyehook driven into the soft plywood wall behind them.
Darlene winced under the harsh crushing pain, snapping her head from one side to the other. She pulled at her arms, the muscles knotting and cramping with pain. There was more movement. In spite of the agony, Darlene forced herself to calm down and look about her. Frank had pulled something out of that green box, something that was very long and thick, nearly as long and thick as his prick.
"Gonna clean you out. I had a lotta cum that last time. Don't like slidin' in on my own jizz. This thing oughta do it."
Darlene's eyes widened as the big stud brandished the weapon-like thing in front of her.
"This thing's really interesting." Frank began smoothing his fingers over the pink plastic surface. "Picked it up in Hollywood a couple of days ago at the Pleasure Chest. You oughta go there with your old lady. Probably shop the walls bare. Anyway, watch what happens when I squeeze this thing."
There was a dark yellow bulb hanging from the back of the dildo. Frank gripped the ball, tensing his fingers around it. His lips curled into a thin, threatening smile and his dark blue eyes glittered with hellish amusement. Darlene watched in amazement as a part of the thing began enlarging, small bumps appearing in places.
"See, it gets bigger, and all sorts of little things around here pop out. You'll feel it, baby. It'll be reamin' you out real nice and squishy, the way you like it. The way I like it, too."
"Nooofffffff!"
"And I'm gonna fill this thing with water to clean you out. The best thing, a nice clean cunt. Bet your old lady told you that plenty of times. Nobody wants to fuck a chick with a dirty pussy."
"Uhhfhhfffff!"
"And this little collar at the end of the thing'll keep the water inside you. It's gonna feel real nice and gooey down there."
Darlene twisted around in her bonds, watching as Frank padded over to the double sink to her left, filled the dildo with cold water, then capped it off, returning to her spread-open young cunt. Without warning, he grabbed the artificial cock hard in his right hand and forced it into her tight little pussy. It seemed even thicker than his prick. Darlene let out a whooshing gasp around the gagging rubber ball, arching her spine and screaming past the intrusion in her mouth.
Her cunt muscles tensed around the invading prick, cramping, trying to push it out. The backs of her legs ached from the tension, from the savage rape of that thing fucking through her cunthole. It squeezed past the curling lips of her pouting cunt. Darlene curled her toes until they cramped, tearing her fingers at the thongs holding her arms straight and hard against the top of the workbench. Frank bent his knees slightly, resting against the front of the bench while keeping eye-level with her pussy. He was laughing, enjoying himself immensely as he shoved the dildo inch by agonizing inch.
"Uhhfhhfffff!"
Again the girl shrieked, the cords sticking from her neck while spittle oozed and frothed around the stretched corners of her mouth. Frank was twisting the thing around and around like a driving screw now, pulling back at times, tugging at her squiggly cuntflesh, then pushing forward steadily, stretching her pussy with that plastic thing. Brilliant white lights popped behind her eyes as Darlene endured the horrible fuck.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, look at that pussy move! Look at it gobble up that prick!" Frank whispered in fascination.
Darlene felt the ice of horror shooting up and down her veins as she stared at the ceiling through her blurring tears. She felt her cunt being crammed more and more with that dildo, her belly swelling to the bursting point. Darlene tried inching her legs back as if that would somehow ease the tugging, shoving tension making her cunt ache. But the leather thongs held firm and Frank skewered her cunt with the plastic pink cock.
Darlene felt she needed all her strength and will to keep from blacking out as the fucking dildo chugged deeper and deeper into her tight little fuckhole. She was all but torn to pieces as the artificial prick stretched her terribly. How much more was there to be pushed in? It seemed as if Frank had slipped at least a yard of the material into her body. And still there was more.
"Ummfmmfffff!" she grunted.
It was finally all the way in! Darlene could feel the cuff pressing up against her stretched-thin outer pussylips.
"Gonna start now."
There was a moment's hesitation. Then Frank slowly squeezed the bulb, forcing the icy water into Darlene's hot little cunt. The girl groaned loudly, squirming against the wooden table top while tensing her leg muscles against her bonds. The icy water splashed around, washing the drying cum from her cuntwalls.
The girl writhed in agony as her pussy flesh tried to contract when the icy water splashed through her. The thickness of the dildo, however, kept her cunt from tightening any more. Pain shot through every fiber of Darlene's body.
Frank nodded in approval, sweat beading on his forehead as the young girl writhed, frantically trying to escape the freezing cold in her cunt. Darlene writhed her shoulders against the bench again, feeling the last of the icy spray jet into her pussy. At least there was no more. She sighed heavily, noticing once more the biting pain of the rings on her nipples. Slowly, gradually the water heated up inside her cunt. That awful suction cup was ! still holding tightly onto her crotch keeping the
I water in, making Darlene feel so terribly stretched and full.
"Now, how does it feel, baby, how does it feel havin' your pussy stretched with the cock and water? You got enough shit in there?"
She tried to cry out, to let some of the agony from her body in the form of sound. But the gag kept her silent. Frank began moving the
II dildo around, letting some of the warming j water out of her cunt. It dribbled down her I upturned asscheeks, wetting the old wood under her ass. Darlene felt the odd combination of decreased pressure along with the prick movement turn into a kind of strange pleasure, making her clit itch.
Frank was doing something else now, something that made her mind whirl even faster than before. Sliding his right hand down, the big stud worked his fingers through her cunt hairs, curling them, pressing the tips into the hot, swollen meat of her pussy while rubbing the dildo back and forth. Darlene thought she'd black out from the intense pleasure shooting through her body. That massaging, the water sloshing around in her cunt, the movement of his dildo against her clit all produced an incredible rush of sensation that burned into her brain. The girl jerked her knees back, wriggling her ankles against the thongs holding her prisoner to the workbench. Frank laughed softly, shaking the sweat from his forehead while still toying with the water-injecting dildo. Darlene raised her asscheeks from the water-soaked bench top, trying to make her cunt muscles relax even more. The water was superheated now, expanding in her pussy, causing her more discomfort. She let out another groan, rubbing her right cheek against the hard wood.
"Little girl not comfy?" Frank said, mockery heavy in his voice.
"Unnfnnfffff!"
Darlene rolled her head around, staring blankly at the big man on top of her. How could he ask something like that?
"This'll make you wish you weren't moanin' so fuckin' much."
Darlene shivered, her body waiting, anticipating his next horrible move. It came like a flash of white-hot lightning. The girl felt his fingers curling even more, gathering a fistful of her silky blonde cunt hairs. There were a few tentative tugs, the pulling pressure making her pussy nerves tingle with forbidden delight. Then Frank yanked up hard, tearing the strands from their roots. Darlene thought he had stabbed her with a razor between her thighs. The blonde teen let out another sharp cry, foam frothing around the gagging rubber ball.
"Eaghghghhfhfhfhhfhffff!" she screeched.
Again he pulled at her cunt-hairs, tearing more out, slapping her whipping thighs and laughing at Darlene's distress. For a moment the girl thought he would snatch her pussy bald. Then the tearing pain stopped. Frank was scooting forward on his knees a little more, bracing himself on either side of her body while edging his rock-hard prick under her asscheeks. The pain ebbed from her violated pussy. Darlene calmed somewhat, feeling that hot tightness in her cunt force her pussy walls to snug up against the dildo even more. Soon, she thought, he'd pull the dildo out. The pressure would ease, to be replaced by the hot, hard rub of Frank's prick fucking her. And she was ready for that kind of fucking! The thought of his blood-heavy piece of cockmeat squeezing through her cuntwalls, sliding against her clit, driving her out of her mind made Darlene writhe against her painful bonds. Her flesh crawled with delight, the skin tightening itchily around her hard, tortured nipples. The leather straps seemed to tighten around her cuntlips as that horrible dildo bobbed from the movements of her tiny pussy muscles.
But Frank kept the dildo in! He was snugging up into her, his legs pressing up against hers while his hands rubbed over her tits. At times he tugged up at the center leather band of the harness, forcing those leather straps to tighten against her cunt and spark off yet more powerful feelings down there. But the dildo remained plugging her pussy. What was he doing?
She felt his callused hands cupping her asscheeks, rolling them up from the bench top while her legs strained against the leather thongs. In a flash the girl realized what he was going to do. His prickhead stabbed blindly at her asshole, hitting her wrinkled shitter lips finally, then sliding over to her tight little asshole. n
"Yeah, found it!"
Darlene gasped in horror, madly pulling at the leather holding her arms down and stretched behind her head. No, this couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be! But the girl couldn't deny that Frank was working his prick between her asscheeks, the sweat running from her body, greasing down her asscrack and making it so easy for him to fuck her shit-chute.
Frank let out another sigh, ramming his cock forward. He shoved his monstrous fat fucker at her spreading ass mouth, nearly tearing it in half with the pressure.
"Eaghghfhfhfughhfhhfhf!" she screamed.
Darlene was tugging at the thongs around her wrists until she thought she would pull them from the table. The girl wriggled wildly, twisting and trying to pull free of the bonds inflaming her wrists and ankles. The pain was like a horrible dull toothache, sharpening every second as Frank pressed his legs against the backs of her thighs.
"Come on, baby, come on. I thought I'd fuck you 'til you ain't got a virgin spot on your fuckin' body. Nice tight asshole-uhhh-and it's gonna open up for ol' Frank, you just wait and see!"
"Nooooofffff!"
Darlene screamed her muffled protests again and again, her arm muscles knotting and cramping as white-hot flashes of pain shattered her brain. Frank smoothed his hands over her asscheeks, but didn't stop for one moment. Darlene knew he wouldn't quit until he had split her ass in two with that prick!
CHAPTER EIGHT
He was trying to stick his prick in her asshole again! More tears coursed down Darlene's cheeks as scream after scream tore from her throat. At times the girl thought she would surely swallow that large rubber ball prying her jaws apart. More than once she had choked on her own spit as it rolled down her throat. But the thing she concentrated on most was that pain, that awful, tearing, aching agony throbbing in her asshole and shooting up to her brain.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh," he sighed.
Frank was in heaven. He had managed to slip his fat prickhead past her ass mouth and now rested his ass on the balls of his feet. Darlene felt the throbbing of his cock pulsing against her asshole lips. She stopped her wild shifting movements for a bit, screwing up her forehead in wonder as his big double-lobed prickhead poked in and out of her shitter.
"Nice and tight. Fuck, you practically bent my prick in half, baby. That's the way I dig it."
Frank reached forward and rolled the tight-fitting rings around her nipples, making her tit tips swell even more with blood. Darlene groaned, writhing her back against the splintery wood. She could feel the tiny chips knifing into her damp flesh as Frank tortured her more and more.
"Uhhhfffff!" Darlene sobbed, feeling a weird kind of heated pleasure starting to warm and radiate through her body. She slowed her writhing even more now, simply realizing she was beginning to enjoy these horrible things. Everything seemed to conspire against the young teen as she lay stretched and fucked on the workbench.
Frank squirmed closer to her, forcing his thick-muscled hips to force her thighs farther apart. He slipped one hand under her asscheeks to hold her closer to his groin, raising her a little so he could slip his prick in a little better. Darlene knew what he was doing and helped him, rolling her ass up and tensing her thigh muscles to keep it there. Oh, she was helping him, actually helping him in her own undoing! Frank saw this and smiled.
"Knew you'd dig it. You're like your mother. Can't have enough of prick once you stop moanin' and pissin' all about gettin' tapped!"
Frank leaned forward, his hair falling sexily over his dark eyes once more. He pressed down onto the suctioned-in dildo, forcing it even deeper into her body. Darlene squirmed, feeling her cunt cinching against the invading dildo while her belly swelled even more. The biting of the wooden splinters against her back and asscheeks seemed to ease as the weight of her body began to fall more and more on her shoulders. Her neck hurt as Frank massaged her nipples once more.
"Uhhfhhffff!" Darlene whimpered as she realized the lust inside her was reaching a sharp turning point. Frank pinched her nipples around the cinching rings, tugging at the yarn pulling her tit tips from their surrounding wrinkled flesh. Darlene felt the agony in all its intensity. And yet with the hurt was a delectable, thrilling feeling that took her breath away. The excitement was building in her, tearing away what few shreds of morality were left hanging in her mind. No, there was no such thing as decency any longer. All the things her mother had told her about men, about sex disappeared at once like the morning fog under the sun as Frank slipped yet another inch of his fat fuckrod into her asshole and made her scream in pain and pleasure. Her asshole was splitting, the white flesh spreading inch by agonizing inch as the girl made choking pained sounds around the gagging ball.
"Ummmfff! Aghghghhh!"
"Good, baby, good. You dig it, dig havin' your ass fucked. I like that. Use them hips. Yeah, just like that," he said, peering down through his hair and watching Darlene wriggle her thighs just a little. "That shows me how much you like havin' your asshole stretched out real nice."
Her cunt throbbed as the water pressure kept up with the building, agonizing pressure of his prick in her shitter. Once more Darlene felt her asshole tighten on his invading prick as if to force it out. Frank liked that feeling, hitting her asscheeks hard with the flats of his hands until her ass was warm and red with the blows. His slapping relaxed the muscles and in went another inch of prick, his balls dangling loosely outside her shitter.
"Uhhh . . . nice fuckin'. Man. Oh, man, could sit here and plug your ass all fuckin' day! Ain't ass-fucked somebody like you, baby, for a while!"
His voice was strained, choked with emotion while sweat trickled down his heaving chest. Darlene stared at him and felt a pang of incredible lust shoot through her like tearing lightning. Darlene was loving the pain as much as the pleasure. Pain was becoming a part of her sex life. She thought that without a bit of torture she could never, never enjoy sex like this!
"Ughfhhfhfhf!" she gasped.
Frank stabbed into her asshole viciously, pounding his cock violently into the tight gripping clutch of her shitter. Darlene arched her spine once more, banging the back of her head against the hard wooden surface. She writhed violently, twisting her ankles and wrists against the thongs, feeling the leather rubbing her flesh raw while the harness encasing her body pressed against her rib cage even harder. Again and again Frank's prick was moving into her asshole, bending at times when her shitter muscles tensed, then slipping in until only two inches remained outside her ass.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" he moaned.
Darlene felt her shitter muscles throbbing. The full length of her shit chute was clutching and grabbing at Frank's fuckrod while the pain of that unnatural invasion throbbed to the edges of her full, plump asscheeks. Frank stopped again for a moment, drinking in the hot, tight, moist feeling of her bowels gripping his prick. He laughed at her, tugging at the harness, then tugging at the twine pulling her tits up from her heaving chest.
"Now for a little more fun!"
Something new, something completely unexpected happened that drove Darlene wild! Apparently the dildo was battery powered, something the girl hadn't noticed earlier. Frank slid one hand around the fat thing, pressing a small red button.
There was a soft buzzing sound, one Darlene wouldn't have even noticed if it weren't for the resulting vibrations churning the water inside her. The vibrations were turning the water in her cunt into a whirlpool, making it splash around, increasing the speed of the thrilling buildup in her body. At the same time, Frank was squeezing her asscheeks harder, gasping and groaning while feeding her asshole the last two fat inches. Darlene could feel his fat balls flattening against her upturned asscheeks. He was all the way in!
"Ohhh, fuckin' A, baby."
"No, oh, noooofffff!"
"I could kill you, little bitch," he groaned, his eyes wild with lust. "Man, could knock your fuckin' head off with my hands while I fuck your ass raw. But that'd be too easy, baby. I'm gonna make you keep comin' back here again and again 'til you can't stand it no more. You're gonna want me every fuckin' minute of the day. And I ain't gonna be around. Yeah, gotta spread my prick around town, you know," he said, choking down another laugh while tossing loose hair from his eyes. "Can't let the ladies down. Lotsa cunts around LA want ol' Frank's cock squeezin' up their cunts and asses, you know?"
"Uhfhhfhfffff!"
Darlene was close, so close to climax again! She felt his fingers playing with her tortured nipples, squeezing them hard. He made them hurt even more while the vibrating dildo suctioned her cunt. The pressure between her legs built more and more. Soon she would cum. The terrible pain matched the increasing delight. Bouncing her asscheeks off the table and Frank's knees, Darlene twisted her arms around, pulling at the thongs. He was pulling his cock out slowly, suctioning at her shitter, forcing her asshole to pucker out. Sharp hot thrills assailed her cunt and shitter as he slid half his fuckrod in her bowels, only to stop for a second, then shove it all the way back in. Darlene screamed loudly as' the fucking increased in tempo, his balls slapping noisily against her asscheeks. That whirling, golden ball of climax was slowly unraveling in her body. Darlene was gasping, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head while her belly seemed to swell with prickmeat. Frank was fucking her asshole regularly now, his head tilted back, his hips pile driving regularly. And all the while that awful dildo was moving around inside her, splashing the water around her convulsing cunt walls. How her clit burned, burned as if someone were touching it with a burning match! There seemed to be some sort of connection between her violated asshole nerves and her clit. Darlene couldn't figure it out as she twisted against the workbench, feeling her climax about to explode.
There was a second, that maddening second preceding the white-hot joy of climax that took Darlene's breath away. She lay there, bound to the table, panting like a trapped animal, hovering over the boiling lake of her climax. Frank whipped one hand around, gripping the dildo, then yanking the vibrating rod out from her cunt. The water rushed from Darlene's pussy, spattering against both her thighs and Frank's. The sudden loss of pressure and heat combined with the collapsing of no her cunt walls to push Darlene over the edge.
"Eaghghfhhfhfhfhffff!" she groaned.
There was no world anymore. There was no reality except for the reality of Frank's prick in her ass. Darlene felt the universe collapsing around her, crashing into her pussy and asshole while Frank let out a sharp, throaty cry. Darlene snorted like a mare in rut, writhing and jerking against her bonds while her hair whipped and tangled across her throat. She screamed and screamed, and her asshole cinched down on Frank's shooting prick.
"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah," he groaned, his cum strangled halfway by her tightening ass muscles. His eyes popped from his skull as he felt the white-hot cum backed up in his balls, his cockmuscles spasming, trying to unload the pleasure form his fuckrod. Slapping her hard on the ass once more, Frank loosened the girl up enough so his climax could continue. Once more, globs of his jizz shot out from his prickhead, burning into her bowels.
Darlene felt herself bouncing up and down against the table, her cunt clenching down on nothingness while her asshole convulsed like a second pussy. This was all so oddly beautiful, so oddly exciting. And all the while, Frank was there, hovering over her, fucking her again and again while his jism filled her body.
And then it was over. The pulsing of his in fuckrod eased. The cum no longer jetted from his cock, forcing her bowels to widen. Darlene felt reality starting to trickle back in. In the distance she could still hear that horrible dildo buzzing on the floor. Frank had tossed it there in the wildness of his climax. Now he began pulling his softening cock from her shitter, smoothing his fingers over her ass, finally moving them up to her flat belly and spreading them around her navel. She trembled, thinking that he would punch her in the stomach.
"What did you think, baby? You have enough of fuckin'? "
He reached down, unbuckling the leather around her head and pulling the rubber ball from her mouth. Darlene twisted her head around, spitting out the flat taste of the gag before answering.
"Don't . . . oh please don't do this to me again!"
"You wanted it, bitch," he snapped, stopping the withdrawal for a second. Darlene's heart skipped a beat when she felt him shoving his half-hard cock back in. "I could fuck you again, you know? Just sit here a while and wait 'til I get hard."
That would be too much! she thought.
"But I ain't got all day like I thought," he said, glancing at his wristwatch, then withdrawing his cock with one massive backward tug. Darlene groaned, arching her back as chilly flashes exploded up and down her body.
Frank stayed with Darlene on the table a few more moments, wiping his shit-smeared prick on her asscheeks, then backing down. The girl lay quietly, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as he unfastened the thongs holding her arms and legs prisoner.
"Get up."
Slowly she raised herself from the table, her head throbbing from the fucking, her cunt still pulsing from the cum that had nearly knocked her unconscious. Thoughts of her mother drifted back to her head as she pushed her legs off the table. Frank was unhooking the harness, sliding the leather strips off her cunt. With a shuddering clatter, the device slipped down onto the floor. Instinctively, Darlene rubbed her fingers over her injured flesh, feeling a kind of itchiness spreading over her body. Circulation was resuming its normal path.
"You stay here for a second," Frank said, narrowing his eyes and pointing one threatening finger at her as the phone jangled upstairs. He padded up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, his prick wagging and wiggling with the climb. Darlene had a few seconds for herself as she sat on the edge of the bench, her feet dangling almost playfully over the floor.
When she moved her ass a little, she could feel the slippery slide of her shitter walls against one another. It was his cum still in there, greasing down the already damp lining. Hugging herself, Darlene felt a little shiver ripple through her body. What had she done? The images made her almost sick as she thought of them, then contrasted her actions to her former life. Nothing had prepared her for this kind of madness. It had fallen on her like an avenging cloud from heaven the moment she'd seen her mother fucking that strange stud. Something had snapped inside her, had forced her, in a way, to this position.
She heard him coming down the steps! Darlene straightened her back, curling her fingers around the edge of the bench as Frank reappeared. He had slipped his Levi's back on, tucking his flaccid prick into the trousers. There was a knowing smirk on his lips, one that made the girl shudder. She knew he wasn't going to let her go. Something concerning that phone call upstairs had changed his mind.
"Betcha you don't know what's goin' down," he said, his voice cracking and cruel.
Darlene shook her head silently, her fingernails digging and scratching into the bench. "No."
"That was your old lady."
Darlene's eyes widened, her lower jaw dropping as she let out a gasp of horror. It was as if her mother had come down in person and seen her in this state. Darlene dropped one hand over her cunt, fanning her fingers, trying to cover herself modestly. She could almost see her mother's frowning face floating in front of her as she still sat at the edge of the workbench.
"She sounded a little upset. Probably doesn't know where the fuck you are. But that didn't stop her from wantin' to come over. Yeah," Frank continued, watching Darlene's face reflect her growing horror. "She's comin' over. I told her we'd make it real quick 'cause I know she's got plans or somethin'. "
Frank stopped for a moment, his eyes studying the trembling blonde teen while he placed his fists on either hip.
"I have to go," Darlene muttered, starting to squirm her naked ass off the workbench. She stopped, seeing Frank's right hand stretch out in a movement to stop her. Darlene felt her heart sinking to the floor.
"You ain't goin' nowheres. Remember what I said about a mother-daughter act? Ol' Frank's gonna have his wish on that right now," he said, grinning hellishly at the horrified girl. "Must be livin' right or somethin' to have that kinda luck."
"Oh, no!"
Darlene nearly fell to pieces right there. Her mother, her own mother there in the basement to witness her humiliation! It was too much! Darlene shook her head, putting both hands to her cheeks and feeling the flesh burn her fingertips. The horror of the situation was sinking in quickly, becoming overwhelming for the heavy-breathing teen.
"Oh, God, I'll do anything, but don't let my mother see me," she whimpered, sliding off the bench and looking frantically around for her clothes. Her tits wriggled and wagged as she brushed by Frank, tears again blinding her eyes.
"Get back, baby. You ain't gonna put nothin' on," Frank said, grabbing Darlene by her shoulders and shoving her back hard against the bench.
"Oooffff!"
Her ass struck the table top hard, her spine snapping from the violent shove. Darlene felt panic rising in her like lava in a volcano. She looked about wildly, thinking she could hear even now her mother's car pulling up in the drive.
"No!"
"Bitch!"
His horrible, broad hand rose in the air again. Darlene turned up her chin, staring at the large, sweaty knuckles that glistened in the dim light. She could see the tiny hairs that covered the back of his hand like a fine fur. It came down hard, crashing against her chin, nearly crushing the fragile bones. There was a moment of sharp, hot pain. Then the blackness Darlene had hoped for so many times during her ordeal finally came. With another loud groan, the girl slumped unconscious to the floor. in
CHAPTER NINE
Darlene awoke with a start, her body jerking suddenly. She kept her eyes shut, however, afraid to open them, afraid she might find herself face-to-face with her mother. The girl had remembered that horrible announcement. Frank, standing there with a big mocking smile on his face, had told her that her mother was coming. When she had panicked, he'd knocked her silly. How her jaw throbbed, as if someone had drilled into her teeth without anesthesia! "Awake, baby?"
Slowly, the girl realized she wasn't resting on the workbench or even the floor. She was till naked, feeling a good deal of tension in her arms and legs. At this point Darlene realized she was suspended like a hammock, rope holding her arms and legs to something. The painful tension around her much-abused wrists and ankles was forcing her to open her eyes. No, she couldn't pretend unconsciousness much longer. As painful as it was, Darlene knew she had to open her eyes and face the horrid truth.
"That's better, baby, you pull any kinda shit like that again and I'll break your fuckin' jaw. Don't worry," he said, noticing the flicker of fear in her eyes. "Your old lady ain't here yet. Thought I'd have me some fun with you before she comes in. There's gonna be a whole lotta screamin' when she comes down."
"No, oh, God, don't. Please, lemme go, lemme go," Darlene said in a rush, her words stumbling over one another. "Don't let her find me here. I'll do anything, but please lemme go!"
Frank enjoyed the girl's discomfort, her growing horror at the thought of having her mother stumble onto her in this basement. He moved away from her, shoving a lit Coleman lantern under her swaying asscheeks. It was at this point Darlene felt the warmth spreading over her tensing asscheeks from the fire.
Frank adjusted the heat. "Thought you'd dig the heat for sure."
"Oh, nooo!"
Darlene twisted her head around, peering down at her right thigh. She saw the glass cover over the glowing mantles reflecting the yellow light. Frank turned the key again, lowering the flame, making it much hotter though smaller. The resulting heat warmed her flesh until it began to sweat. Darlene threw back her head, pulling at the ropes holding her arms and legs captive.
"No use, baby. You're gonna get a little lesson here," he murmured, toying with the Coleman in child-like fascination.
"No, don't!"
Darlene's fear was apparent on her face. Beads of cold sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead while the tendons stood out on her arms and legs. She pulled and tugged at the ropes like a demon, her movements making her body jiggle and sway invitingly. Her asscheeks closed and opened, closed and opened in terror while her bowels tightened at the thought of being singed.
"What am I gonna do with you, little slut? What can I do, huh?"
Darlene cringed. He had something planned. She knew he did, and that awful flame fluttering under her naked ass surely was a part of it. Frank passed the lantern under her ass until the fire was directly under her shitter. She could feel the heat nipping at her wrinkled asshole. With a shiver, the girl tensed her legs and ass, jerking her body up as much as she could. That hanging tension made her shoulders ache from the weight of her own body.
"And I bet you're gonna turn on to this the way you turn on to everything else-a real bottomless pit, bitch."
He passed one hand over her cunt, his palm barely touching the curled, silky ends of her cunt hairs. That teasing, brushing touch made her tremble. Yes, he was right. In spite of the tugging pain and the increased heat on her asscheeks, Darlene couldn't help but think of his cock, of the way it had fucked into her asshole and split her apart, of the dildo that had turned her cunt into a blast furnace! Her tits rose and fell rapidly and her nipples became hard once again.
"Nooo!"
Darlene let her head fall back, her long blonde hair sweeping over the floor. She twisted back and forth, tugging first one rope, then the other, her movements making her body jiggle and spasm invitingly. Again
Darlene begged him to loosen the tether holding her. Instead, he sat in front of her, his eyes on her fuzzy cunt mound and the tightened slope of her asscheeks. A few hairs along the bottom edge of her pussy curled up under her asscheeks and made for a provocative sight.
Horror coupled with excitement as Darlene thought of what he could do to her. Moving one hand under her, Frank lifted the glass cover of the lantern, setting it to one side, then turning the key clockwise. The bluish-heated mantles turned a bright yellow. Darlene tensed, sweat glistening over her flesh. She could feel the intensity of the fire on her right ass-cheek now.
"Yeah, you really dig the heat," he said, narrowing his eyes like an attacking wolf and watching the girl squirm under the pain. "You're a real Southern Cal girl, baby."
He was squatting now, his hands folded carelessly together while watching the light flicker. Again he turned the heat up.
"Eagyyfaghghghhhh!" she wailed.
Darlene jerked her ass up, her fingers clawing wildly at the suspending ropes, her belly heaving with the gaspy breaths she dragged in through her flaring nostrils. He was going to turn her ass into a flaming furnace with that Coleman lantern under her! Darlene twisted open her mouth, letting out another desperate cry. Frank was turning the heat up again. It grew so hot, intense enough to raise blisters! Darlene screamed more and more, jerking her hips up in attempts to escape the licking heat. The heat flickered, a singeing feather waving and brushing across her taut asscheeks. The girl's cries grew more and more wild, turning into a series of choked gurgles as the pain ebbed and flowed.
"N-n-n-noooo!" She stammered. Darlene knew it was a lie. That fire now was almost like having a lover's embrace. Her response was the same. Her clit tingled, and her cunt began to quiver, tensing and relaxing, then tensing again in a milking action. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady beating of her muscles. Darlene twisted around a little more as if she were actually trying to suck that fire into her.
The blonde teen strained at her bonds. Her body wanted Frank to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She thought about that double sensation of being fucked all over, the dildo up her pussy, stretching her tissues while his prick fucked her shitter! And all the while, those awful strings and rings had bitten and pulled at her nipples! Oh, what she would have given at this point to have the same thing! The thought of that horror made the girl twist around in her ropes once more, her reddened asscheeks bouncing down.
"Rutting little slut!"
All Darlene could do was twist and bite her lip, jerking her hips up and down shamelessly with all the wild abandon of a nympho in heat.
Frank stood there and watched her gyrations, his cock growing harder and harder and harder. At times his gaze traveled up the stairs as he waited impatiently for Darlene's mother.
"Want me to fuck you, baby? Wanna feel my prick up your cunt again?"
Darlene couldn't answer that. As hot as she was, she just couldn't degrade herself to the point of begging for his prick. The girl chewed down harder on her lower lip, feeling the answer tearing at her throat. Darlene turned her head from him, blinking away the tears, feeling the burning in her cunt match the flamed feeling tormenting her ass.
"Open your cunt, slut," he growled. "I don't know if I got time right now to fuck you. Your old lady's gonna be scratchin' at the door pretty fuckin' soon. But I can have me a little fun, right?"
"Uhhhhh," she groaned.
When he jerked her cuntlips apart, the girl groaned, throwing her head back again, sweeping her hair over the cracked concrete basement floor. Darlene thought she would cum right there at the touch of his rough fingers over her pussy. She tensed her thigh muscles, weeping as she felt his fingers crawling over her hot, swollen cuntmeat. She knew he could feel her juices flowing, could feel how moist, how puffy her cunt was with excitement!
"That's it, baby, juice it up," Frank said mockingly, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her fur-edged cunt-slot. The tension between her shivering thighs was tremendous! Darlene felt her belly swelling with it! She jerked her knees back as far as they would go, feeling the ropes tensing along her ankles and making her body shiver. She started to weep harder. The heat under her raked her plump asscheeks, feeling like the playful slap of a lover. Frank let her go, stepping back to admire her humiliation. Then, laughing softly, he knelt down once more and turned up the heat. There was a moment's pause, a second when Darlene couldn't believe he had done something as awful as that. Then the numbness turned into a kind of icy cold that quickly became a raging, heated pain. The girl opened her mouth, air rushing over her front teeth while her eyes bulged from their sockets. Her face blanched as the agony raced through her body.
"Yaghghghghhghghgh!" she screamed.
Again Darlene jerked at her bonds, screaming at the top of her lungs while begging for mercy. That sudden burst of heat turned a nickel-shaped portion of her asscheeks a glowing red.
"Come on, baby, come on and enjoy it. Don'tcha like the heat? Ain't you a real sunworshipper and all that shit?"
"Nooooo!"
He laughed again, grabbing her by the hips and swinging Darlene back and forth as if she were a hammock. As her ass passed over the glowing mantles, a trail of dark-red marks appeared on her asscheeks. He kept swinging her, watching her face grow more and more wrinkled with agony.
"No . . . no!" she moaned.
Darlene could hardly speak. She was babbling out her agony, finding herself trapped over the Coleman lantern while Frank kept sliding her body from side to side. Then suddenly he stopped. Frank was holding her steady over the heat, prying her tight cuntlips apart. Darlene groaned, her face twisting into a mask of incredible lust and shame.
"You loved my cock, then my dildo. Now you're gonna fuck my fingers. Yeah, that's it, baby, come on and juice 'er on up. Fuck my fingers!"
He shoved his index finger into her cunt with those words, making the girl snap her head back once more. It was horrid what he was doing to her! She jerked and twitched on those ropes like a puppet, her cunt invaded cruelly by his index finger.
"Ughhghhhh!" she gasped.
Frank was sticking his finger in and out, in and out of her white-hot pussy. As she twisted and raved with the shame and delight and agony shooting through her, Frank found he was exciting her more and more with that digit.
"Always loved this kinda shit. You're gonna always love it," he said.
"No, no, not true," Darlene protested.
"You dig it. Like I told you, I spotted that the second I saw you. God help the bastard who's gonna marry you."
"No, no, no!"
He was twisting and corkscrewing his finger now, stabbing at her cunt as if his finger were a knife. Frank was sure to touch her clit all the time, rubbing that tiny sputtering fuck nub until Darlene thought she was coming unglued from all the sensation.
And all the while that heat was eating at her ass, singeing her flesh, pricking at the smoothness of her asscheeks. Darlene gasped and screamed, writhing as the heat seemed to burn into her deeper. The room seemed edged with black suddenly. Was she passing out again? Darlene shook her head violently, feeling her hair whip around her face. Everything was becoming blurred. Darlene shook her head again, trying to cling to reality. "Oh, God!"
An excruciating delight made her dizzy. The awful power of her sexual heat nearly made her faint. That's what was making her so weak! The Coleman lantern under her ass had little to do with it. It was her own oncoming climax, the threat of the rush of those powerful sensations overwhelming her again that was making her dizzy with lust!
"That's it, baby, that's it!"
She felt the need for the flame. She had to have it in her cunt. Somehow, she felt, that heat would choke off the inferno raging in her cunt. Frank laughed again, watching that glazed expression take over the girl's face. With a growl, he jerked his finger from her pussy. Dropping to his knees Frank crawled between her thighs, digging his fingers into the taut flesh of her hips.
"Nooooo!"
He was fucking her! She could feel his cock-head pressing up against her cuntlips, peeling them back, driving into her pussy. There was a sharp clattering under her. Frank had overturned the lantern, kicking it to one side with his foot. But neither he nor Darlene cared at this point. He was fucking his prick while still holding tightly onto her narrow, near-boyish hips.
"Uagghhghghhh!"
"Scratchin' that itch, baby. Gonna be scratchin' that itch."
Darlene could no longer disguise her delight. She squealed and gagged as his massive cock tore into her tight, wet cunt. He was splitting her in half again, tearing her apart. And how she loved it! The pain and ecstasy of this assault made all her cunt nerves vibrate like struck tuning forks. Darlene sighed again and his cock fucked ahead, shoving aside her tightly packed moist pussy muscles. More and more juice seeped from her fuckhole, greasing down his prick, making it easier for the big stud to slip his cock into her.
Darlene felt her cunt cramp down again, the muscles almost painfully gripping Frank's prick. There was no stopping the forces that had been unleashed in her now. She rutted like a wild mare, jerking and twitching on his cock, bouncing up and down on his fuckrod like a merry-go-round horse. Frank reached over. In a wild feat of balance, he carefully uprighted the lantern, kicking it back under her ass cheeks and forcing the heat into her asscrack.
"Aghghghhghghgh!" she screamed.
It was just too much for Darlene's overloaded brain. The fire was back licking its way into her knotted asshole while Frank's cock fucked out her cunt. Her reply was a hoarse, guttural growl. She bit her lip, then let go completely, screaming out her delight.
"Fuck me! Oh, God in heaven, fuck me harder! Harder! Harder! Eaagghghhghghhh!" she pleaded.
And the fire flickered more and more over her asscheeks, the added pain furthering her climax. Her lust climbed higher and higher. For a moment, the girl felt as if she'd never let this powerful pulse go in her clit. It would build until it killed her. Cock and fire, both of them burning into her soul. There was one more moment of sanity. Then the world blew apart for Darlene yet again, sending the girl spinning off into a world of golden emotion.
"Ughghhfhfhhffff!" she gurgled.
Her climax boiled over, searing her brain, making her twist with spasms, each one more powerful than the last. Darlene looked at Frank with wide, frightened eyes, her mind spinning around and around. Then blessedly, the room seemed to sink into a comforting blackness. With another groan, Darlene collapsed into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER TEN
It was dark, very dark where Darlene was. In an instant, she realized Frank had bound and gagged her, dumping her into some sort of box. Outside she could hear Karen moaning, the same sort of moans Darlene had made when Frank had been fucking her.
"Ohhh, do it! Do it to me! Oh, fuck me harder! Oh, yes, yes, like-uhhhh-like that!"
He was fucking her, fucking Darlene's own mother, and only a few feet away from the girl. What if he'd forgotten about her, leaving her alone in this box for hours while he took care of her mother?
There was a slapping sound, followed by her mother's obvious groan of delight.
"I've got somethin' to show you first," Frank said.
Darlene's heart stopped, a cold sweat breaking out on her body. She knew what that was going to be. The girl could hear her mother's protests and Frank's insistent voice. She could hear his bare feet shuffling over to the box, feel him gripping one end of it, sliding it over somewhere. Again, Darlene struggled with her ropes. If only she could break free, cover her face so as not to see her mother's initial horror.
"We ain't alone here, baby," Frank began, his fingers working at the edges of the coffin-like container.
"What?"
"That's right," Frank said, glancing up and seeing the look of surprise on Karen's face. "I had somebody in here all the time, listenin' to us while we was fuckin'. And I'll bet it's somebody you know."
"What are you talking about?" Karen panted, sitting up from the workbench as best she could. Frank had indeed been fucking her, having attached her wrists and ankles to those he had used so well on Darlene.
"See?"
The lid of the box flew open. Darlene blinked at the sudden invasion of light, then turned her head a little to see her naked mother peering down at her. There was a moment of disbelief, a moment when Karen shook her head as if she'd just seen a ghost. No, it was real.
"No!" the woman screamed, pulling at the ropes holding her to the bench.
"You ain't gonna go nowheres, baby. She tried pullin' off the rack and couldn't do it. You ain't gonna succeed neither. A real mother and daughter act," Frank said, chuckling softly to himself as both women eyed one another warily.
"Oh, God, not you Darlene, not you," Karen whispered.
"Mother!"
"Seems she caught the two of us in the act the other day. Spyin' little bitch," Frank said, kicking the side of the box with one foot. Darlene flinched. "Anyway, she found out about us, did a little snoopin', 'n found my phone number. The rest is history, I guess. And man, what a history!" He scratched his cock and balls. "She's one hell of a spitfire between the legs."
"Darlene!"
"You wanna watch? She's seen you in action, but you ain't seen your little girl go nuts."
"Ohhhhhffff!" the girl gasped as Frank ripped the gag completely from her mouth, throwing it to one side.
Dipping in, he scooped the protesting girl from the box, dragging her over to a sturdy wood frame standing near the workbench. It was something Frank must have dragged out while she was unconscious, before her mother had arrived, Darlene cast a baleful look at Karen. The older woman was strapped down completely, her arms stretched behind her, her legs tied to the bench. There was no way she could move to help her daughter. Streaks and smears of cunt juice on her thighs told of her excitement prior to the revealing of her daughter.
"This oughta be real entertaining to your old lady," Frank said, looking down at his stiff cock and smiling. "You two've got me hard. I mean real hard all the time. I just fucked your daughter. Did all I could not to cum and succeeded. But man, I was sore from stayin' up all that time. Now here I am, gonna fuck the little bitch again after fuckin' you."
"No, don't! Oh, God, you animal! You perverted animal!" Karen screamed.
The woman jerked and twisted against her ropes, watching helplessly as Frank dragged her daughter to the strange device. Frank paused, cocking his head to one side, staring at the girl, then her mother.
"It's your turn, baby. Why make her go through it again?"
Frank lowered Darlene almost gently to the floor. The ropes binding her arms and legs to one another ensured she wouldn't escape. He walked to the workbench, loosened the thongs, then slapped Karen hard across the face in case she had any thought of struggling free.
"Uhhhhh!" she whined.
The stinging blow across her right cheek knocked any spunk from Karen for the moment. It was then Frank pulled her off the large table, dragging her past her daughter to the double-framed device.
"No, not in front of the girl," Karen moaned, watching Darlene watch her.
"Where else?"
Darlene moaned more loudly as Frank lifted her mother into the frame, holding her with his body while he roped her hands to two leather tongs on either side of the inside box. The same was done with her ankles, the thongs finally holding the woman in an X position. Karen stood there naked, her cunt still throbbing from the fucking she'd had earlier.
Again she looked down and saw her daughter staring up, tears spilling from Darlene's eyes while her lower lip trembled. Karen was so ashamed. It had been her own perversion, her own desire for something different that had led to this. She stood there now, hands over her head, legs lashed to the inner frame while watching her daughter bound hand and foot.
"Oh, Darlene," she whispered.
She had come home and found her daughter gone. It was then she thought of Frank, of perhaps a quick visit to his home, his so-called playroom before Darlene came back. Surely there would be nothing to it. Even when she entered his house, slipped down to the basement and taken off her clothes, the woman saw nothing except Frank, with that wonderful cock of his. Only now did the horror of what was really going on strike her. Karen panted from it, feeling as if she would die from the shame and anguish of watching her daughter bound this way.
"She was one hell of a good fuck . . . all the way around, if you catch my drift," Frank taunted.
Blood rushed to her face. Karen knew her daughter had been fucked by Frank. And probably he had fucked her more than once, putting her through the paces as he'd once explained to her.
His right hand slapped her ass, making her asscheeks jiggle. That touch brought Karen back to reality. She moved her ass back, feeling her asscheeks brushing up against a knotty wooden panel. The wood was cool, soothing her asscheeks as she rubbed them from left to right. The young woman shifted her weight as best she could. The resulting subtle movement made her cuntlips rub over one another, touching her clit again and again. Karen bit her lip, ashamed of her rising feelings heating her pussy. Her ass muscles tightened, and an itching sensation began in her cunt all over again. It had been that awful fucking of Frank's that had done this to her, set her up for this kind of eroticism now aching through her cunt. How her pussy itched and throbbed as she stood there, stretched over the floor in front of her daughter.
"Want somethin' hard in there, baby? Want somethin' really hot and stiff pokin' up into your pussy? Your daughter digs that, right?"
Frank nudged Darlene in the shoulder with one foot, making the girl groan. She twisted against the ropes again, turning her face away from her hanging mother. Karen felt another rush of intense shame redden her face as she waited for Frank.
"You can hardly wait, baby. Yeah, your ol' lady was goin' nuts on the bench. 'Course, you probably heard through the lid. She was fuckin' an' doin' all kindsa shit with me . . . just like you did when I was fuckin' you blind with my cock."
"No, oh, no!"
The idea of being fucked again, of being beaten or whipped, then fucked sent Karen's cunt gushing in spite of herself. Her heart was beating wildly, thudding hard against her ribs while perspiration broke out all over her body. Frank's violence, her own degradation intensified her lust even as her growing hatred for the stud intensified.
"Yeahhh," he sighed.
Frank was working his fingers over his prick, getting it long and hard and thick. Darlene gasped as the big man approached the frame, his cock bobbing and lifting as the smell of her hot cunt reached his nostrils.
"Fuckin', ruttin' whore."
Darlene pleaded with him to spare her mother. Frank ignored her, halting by the footboard. Karen felt the device shudder. The inner frame moved, her feet moving back behind her while her head began falling toward the floor. He was tilting the device back, back until her body was horizontal, parallel to the floor. Karen sobbed, the weight of her body pulling chafingly against her wrists and ankles. A pulse leaped at her throat as her belly sagged down, her tits wagging and wiggling from her chest like two hard-tipped pendulums. Darlene wailed, shaking her head from side to side as tears blinded her vision.
The frame moved again, her head moving down in an arc slowly, gradually. Finally she was upside down, her feet high in the air while her hair fanned out along the floor. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the spit from choking down her throat. Blinking her eyes open, Karen could see Frank's ankles next to her. She stared up and watched him jacking off, his balls rolling and slapping against his gently moving fingers.
"This'll be a first for me, too, baby."
Karen felt his hands gripping her, holding her to the board. She thrashed as best she could as his fingernails tore at her hips. She thrashed, braying like a wounded cow when she felt his prickhead trying to split her asshole. And there she was, upside down, bound in front of her daughter, and being fucked in the ass. Oh, how much more horror and degradation could Frank visit on her?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Uhhff! Uhhhfff! Uhhhfhfff!" Karen grunted.
Her cheeks puffed out, her face blanching and reddening alternately as Frank's cock squeezed into her ass. Her shitter tightened, rebelling against his cockhead pressing up against her pink asshole flesh.
"Your daughter was like this, too. She didn't want my prick up her ass. But man, once I started fuckin' her out with it, she couldn't get enough. You're gonna be the same way, cunt, if you give it a chance."
"Oh, no, noooo!"
Karen gagged as the pain shot through her bowels and drilled up to her belly. Blood rushed to her head, making her skull feel as if it were swelling to the bursting point. One of Frank's legs slipped forward, knocking the woman in the chin. Again Karen gagged, the pain in her asshole overriding the sensation of excitement raging through her pussy.
Darlene watched, her horror and shame at watching her mother ravished this way making her wish she could drop through the floor. There was nothing she could do except watch and sob.
"Yeah, that's it . . . openin' up finally," Frank said in triumph.
Karen felt her shitter stretching, gradually opening for his fuckrod. Instinctively, the woman began arching her back backward while her hips wiggled. She could feel his broad prickhead slipping deeper and deeper into her body, the pain shooting to her clit, then turning into something far greater that rebounded to her asshole. Her tits were sore and so hard as they dangled up against her chin. God, how she wished Frank would pinch them, handle them and squeeze them as he'd done earlier.
"Uhhhhh!" she grunted again.
Karen's pussy twitched and spasmed, the itch growing into a fireball of lust. Frank was fucking her rhythmically now, his balls slapping her again and again against the under-swell of her asscheeks. The woman let out a wild yell, squawking and gasping as she felt her orgasm inch closer and closer to the edge. She tossed her head from side to side, the thongs biting into her wrists and ankles. Soon, daughter or no daughter, Karen knew she'd be exploding into climax.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Darlene sobbed, twisting her face away again. But she couldn't help sneaking looks at her rutting mother after some moments passed. Watching Karen upside down in the horrid frame, her body bouncing against the wood behind it while Frank split her ass in two, Darlene felt her own clit starting to harden. Little tingles began to prick at her moist cuntmeat as her mother danced wildly to the stud's tune.
"Uhhh-gonna cum, gonna, gonnacummmmmm?" Karen could no longer hide her passion. It erupted with a fury that took her breath away. She rolled her eyes up, her hands and legs jerking against the leather thongs while her breath came in gaspy, choked cries. Again and again her pussy spasmed, knocking the wind from her, turning her world into a golden, exploding universe. "Yaghgh
. . . oooohhhhhh!"
It was over far too soon. Frank pulled out, his cock still hard and thick. He hadn't shot off! no, he had purposely held back, waiting for yet another horrid scheme to rise in his brain. Darlene shuddered, crawfishing back on the cold floor, her gaze still fastened on her upended mother.
Frank moved around, righting the frame, Karen's body jiggling in the inner box until it finally came to rest upright. She sagged down from the top of the device, the thongs being the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the floor in a heap. She blinked, peering down at her daughter, who was still scooting back away from the double-framed object.
"No you don't, little slut. I ain't through with you and your old lady yet," Frank said.
He caught her by the hair, tugging her, wailing and bawling, back to the workbench.
"You know, this little one practically snapped my prick off with her pussy. You got a real live one here in your daughter," Frank taunted, watching his words bite into Karen's pride. "Yeah, she's a good fuck. And she digs havin' her body worked over, too, if you know what I mean."
"Leave her alone!" Karen cried, fear rising in her chest.
"That wouldn't be right, 'specially as she's hot to trot right now."
"No, don't hurt her!"
Karen wailed and threatened, finally pleading with her lover to let her daughter go. But Frank would have none of it. He grabbed Arlene by her bound wrists, hauling her up from the floor.
"Gome on, bitch, you're gonna have one last shot at what I like to do."
Frank fumbled with the ropes binding her wrists together, untying them and tossing them in the corner. Darlene let out a sigh of relief, drawing them forward and rubbing her pink, chafed flesh together. The relief was only momentary, however. Frank wasn't about to let her enjoy her brief moment's respite for long. He grabbed her again, hauling her toward her mother, who still hung from the ceiling.
"On your back."
He knocked her down. When Darlene was face down on the cold concrete, the big man untied her legs, snapping two cuffs on her ankles, then hauling her up, up off the floor until her soles were nearly touching the ceiling. Darlene found herself in the same position her mother had been in earlier, dangling like a side of beef, helpless as her ass clenched and her tits rolled up to her chin.
"Try this."
Frank rummaged around in the green box, producing three long slim cylinders. Dangling from the ends of these brightly colored tubes were threads, or so they seemed to the girl at first. Darlene shook her head, trying to ignore the rushing of the blood into her skull as she narrowed her eyes and focused them on the tubes. They were small firecrackers, the kind she and her mother used to play with on the Fourth of July! What was he going to do with them now? Frank held them in one hand, rolling them slowly against each other while staring hotly at her.
A terrible thought crossed her mind, one that took her breath away. Instinctively, she closed her thighs, rubbing her moist cuntlips against one another while peering up at her mother. Karen, too, had the same thought. The girl could read her mother's terror in her face. The girl trembled, straining at her bonds. She beat the floor with her fists. He would tear her cunt apart with those things. He would cripple her for life.
"No, no!" she bawled.
"Oh, yeah, little bitch, oh, yeahhh!"
Frank jammed one firecracker in her clenched pussy. The sudden, sharp entry made her wince. Darlene let out a gaspy moan, her knees jerking, raising her shoulders from the floor. Next came her asshole. Frank went around, pushing the firecracker easily in her asshole, twisting it around and around until only the long wick and a part of the cylinder remained out.
"And now I've got this one left. What am I gonna do with it?" he mused out aloud, raising his eyes and staring at Karen.
"Oh, no, no, don't!" Karen wailed.
It was longer than the others, perhaps more powerful. Karen felt her world coming apart as Frank walked cockily over to her, dropping his hand, then shoving the firecracker into her cunt while staring wide-eyed into her eyes. Karen winced, swallowing hard as she felt the unyielding thing chug through her pussy. Closing her eyes, Karen muttered a prayer, wondering if the firecracker would kill her or permanently injure her.
"Now, we're gonna have a kinda contest, see which of you goes off first," Frank said, reaching down in his trousers to pull out a lighter. Kicking the Levi's aside once more, he flicked open the device, moving to Darlene and dropping the lighter to the wick sticking from her ass. There was a moment of hesitation. Then the tiny piece of string caught fire, popping and hissing. Darlene felt the sharp, itching sparks prick her asscheeks and she groaned. Again the girl pounded her fists against the concrete, her chest tightening so it was difficult to breathe! The horror was starting, and would be over in a matter of seconds! She cried out and screamed, losing al! control as the fuse burned closer and closer to her asshole. Frank moved quickly now, igniting the fuse sticking from her pussy, then rushed over to Karen and set fire to her firecracker.
"Oh, no, no, Mother! Oh, Mother, no, no!" Darlene bawled, dancing on her chains.
"Darlene, baby! Oh, God!"
Karen shrieked, feeling the biting sparks from the burning fuse burn into her cunt. The fuses were slow burning, giving the women plenty of time to think of what was happening to them. Karen tugged and yanked at the thongs groaning in the inner frame, while Darlene dangled and jerked upside down in her chains. The air between them stank with the odor of burning powder and string. Frank stood there, watching both of them with his hard cock in hand.
All Darlene could do was pray. She felt the flame drawing nearer and nearer. And as the wicks sputtered and dropped burning sparks on her cunt and ass, the girl's resolve and courage sank. She knew the fire was coming in fast now. The heat spread across her asscheeks and singed into her cunt. The girl cringed and struggled against the burning horror.
"Go for it," Frank hissed.
There was nothing she could do. Tensing, Darlene felt the heat penetrating her cunt. Then the first firecracker went off, exploding through her ass, making her feel as if he had slipped a burning poker into her bowels. The girl shrieked, her body pitching forward from the force of the explosion. A thousand fires ignited suddenly in her belly.
"Agghghghhhh!" Karen screamed.
The explosions hit both women nearly at the same time. Karen felt as if millions of needles ripped at her cunt, while Darlene nearly passed out from the pricking heat blowing through her pussy. Both women bawled and yelped, their cunts on fire. The smell of burning pussy hairs filled the room and both Darlene and her mother shrieked in agony.
"Good, good!" Frank bellowed.
Pleased, he moved to Darlene in full view of her mother, grabbing the girl by her hair and jerking her head up. While her mouth was twisted in a broad O of pain, the big stud jammed her lips onto his fuckrod, sticking his prick all the way down her throat. Darlene felt herself go into shock. There was no preparation, no threat, no nothing. Suddenly she had a mouthful of prickmeat sawing in and out, his balls slapping against her chin. There was a groan, and then gobs of something somewhat salty and bleachy shot into her mouth. The girl choked, coughed and spat. But still the globs of jism continued until Frank had satisfied himself.
"Okay, ladies, that's enough. Ol' Frank's gettin' tired. Go home and call me later when you want some service," he said, dropping Karen's head to the floor.
The girl choked and spat still, even after he had untied her from the cuffs and let her body fall to the floor. Karen was next, tumbling forward, barely catching herself in time. The two women slumped down and moaned, revived cruelly when Frank threw a bucket of iced water over their ravaged bodies.
He made some crude remarks, then padded up the stairs to get his clothes.
"Darlene," Karen began, biting her lower lip and caressing her daughter's hair. "I'm . . . I'm so sorry. I didn't know you'd be dragged into something like this. I swear!"
Darlene lay her cheek against Karen's shoulder, tears rolling silently down her flushed cheek. She had been violated and degraded so cruelly, so publicly. And yet she could find little regret in the proceedings.
"It's all right, Mother. I think we should go and maybe talk at home."
Neither woman felt like moving. But the prospect of staying in the basement acted as a catalyst to get them stirring.
"Move it, sluts, move it!"
Frank's voice carried down to the basement. Karen rolled her eyes up to the ceiling as he walked through the kitchen. Lowering them once more, she saw her daughter doing the same. Oh, what have I done to her? Karen thought, hugging herself, then embracing her daughter.
"It's all right, Mother, it's all right. But I think we should talk at home. Please."
Karen nodded her head, biting down on her lower lip to keep from sobbing out her horror. It had all started out so innocently, she thought. And now, only time would tell. And in any case, Frank would be there all the while, perhaps tomorrow or the next day?
