Marie Williams, the young teenager in DUNGEON SCAT GIRL, thought she knew what she wanted for her life. What she did not want, however, was her mother continually lording it over her, always telling her what was right and wrong, what was moral and immoral, what was normal and perverted. Marie wanted to find those things out on her own.
As often happens, though, when young girls strike out on their own, Marie's plans went awry. She is kidnapped by a strange man and taken to a house near the sea. There, she is tortured and degraded in every possible way.
She finds her mind warped and twisted. She becomes no longer sure of what is right and wrong. Should she enjoy what is being done to her? She no longer knows.
When she is confronted by the ultimate degradation that one human being can force upon another, she finds her will being put to the final test.
DUNGEON SCAT GIRL is the story of how one young girl eventually comes to grips with herself and her feelings, comes to terms with the real world. This story may not be the story of every girl, but it is the story of one girl.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marie Williams shivered, drawing her hands up to her upper arms and rubbing them briskly. The wind whipped her blonde hair. The thin blue cotton summer frock clinging to her tits and thighs offered her little protection from the wind. It was getting darker and still no friendly car had come by to give her a ride. Standing there, her small brown suitcase near her feet, Marie again wished she had never run away from home. She had come to her senses shortly after having left the house, but the farmer who had given her a ride was gone. Now she was somewhere between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara, alone, and very, very frightened.
"A car?" Marie whispered to herself, feeling her nipples tighten with excitement and cold as a pair of headlights appeared at the top of the farthest knoll. She waved her hands high above her head, her short skirt pulling well above her knees. Maybe this car would be the one to take her home. She would endure her mother's shouts and accusations-anything to get back to the safety of her bedroom.
Marie's hopes rose as she saw the large black and orange van slowing as it approached her. In another moment it was pulling off the road nearby. Marie bent down and picked up her suitcase, her heart beating with joy.
Marie paused, her feelings of hope falling as she found herself staring at a ruggedly handsome dark-haired man leaning out the window. Maybe standing out here alone in the country was better than taking a chance with someone like him.
"Hi, honey, what the hell you doin' out here all alone?"
"Uh, I . . . I have to get back home."
Marie hesitated, looking around. The sun had already set behind the rolling brown hills.
In a little while it would be pitch black, and there were no homes around in the area in which she could take shelter. The cafe the farmer had dropped her off at was a mile down the road. Walking back in the dark could be dangerous.
"L.A.? "-
"Uh-huh."
"Climb in, then. I'm headin' that way. I'll drop you off."
Again Marie looked around, hoping against hope another car would come along. There was nothing. Sighing, she picked up her suitcase again as the man opened the van door.
"Name's Gus-Gus Hennington," he said, friendly enough, grinding the gears of the big van after Marie had shut the door, wedging the suitcase protectively between her and the driver.
"I'm Marie . . . Marie Williams." That was enough. There was no need to get really friendly with him.
"Nice to meet you, Marie. Running away from home . . . or back to it?"
Marie lowered her eyes, peering up at him through her long blonde lashes. That was none of his business. She didn't like the personal direction this conversation was going.
"Just going home. My uncle's car broke down. He left me out there and hasn't come back. I was getting nervous about staying there alone. So, I thought I'd hitch a way back home, then call him," Marie lied, unsure whether this scatter-brained story would hold water.
"Not great for poor old uncle," Gus said, flashing her a broad smile.
Marie swallowed hard, feeling her pert little ass sinking down comfortably into the soft seat. She was becoming aware of many things now-her nipples stiffer than before, the tips rubbing against her soft dress. Just the presence of someone like Gus near her was making her feel pleasantly nervous and scared all over. Marie had had more and more of these kinds of feelings in the past year. It was especially hard for her during a date when the guy began feeling her up and down.
"I'll call him when I get home," she repeated, staring out the window.
Gus grew quiet. After a while he turned on the heater until the interior was warm and cozy. Marie pressed a little deeper into the high-backed seat, leaning against the cool window pane. It was getting darker out there fast. Gus switched on the radio and tuned into a country western station, the music faintly drifting from the speaker. The girl began to relax, realizing just how silly it had been for her to be so nervous.
Marie saw a sign pointing to Los Angeles whiz by.
"You just missed the turn." . Marie managed to keep the tremor from her voice as he sped past the highway leading to the metropolis. He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't even looking at her. What was he doing? Her old nervousness returned. She jerked herself around and stared at him. The dash lights showed his square-cut jaw, set in determination. His eyes were glued to the narrow road, ignoring her. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he guided the van to a more deserted section of the highway. Marie felt something like a thrill zing through her cunt. She drew back, her fingers clutching the armrest more tightly. All the stories about girls raped by the roadside, some of them even strangled or shot ran through her head. Perhaps she was in the van with one of those maniacs right now. The thought made her flesh crawl.
"Gus . . . where are you taking me?" she demanded, looking at him.
Still he said nothing. His eyes were busy following the curve of the road. They were entering a grove of thickly grown pines. Something made Marie dart a look between his legs. His cock! Oh yes, she could see the outline of it pressing against his faded Levi's. He turned for a second and caught Marie staring at him.
"Something wrong, baby? You interested in seeing what I look like?"
"No!"
Marie thought about jumping. But they were going far too fast. She would be killed if she leaped from the van.
"Bet you do. Your type keeps sayin' no, but, man, they heat up fast when you stick a cock in 'em."
Her worst fears were confirmed. This maniac was going to rape her! Marie looked frantically along the road. Surely there would be some place into which she could jump that would cushion her fall from the vehicle.
"What . . . what are you doing?"
Marie tried to keep her voice as firm as possible, but Gus was fumbling with his zipper, drawing the tab down to the bottom of his fly.
"Stop and lemme out!" she demanded.
Her eyes raced back to his crotch just as the thick, purple head of his cock shot out. Marie grew silent, her throat tightening as he pulled his pants open a little more, freeing the long, thick prickshaft. Marie drew back even farther, her spine pressing against the door handle. She had never seen a man's cock.
"Come on, touch it for me, baby."
"No, lemme out!" w
Marie's icy fingers gripped the steel handle, trying to twist it up and down. She would save her honor if she had to lose her life doing it.
"Don't be a stupid bitch, Marie."
"Don't call me names like that."
His cock was fully exposed, all ten thick inches throbbing out from between his halved Levi's. Marie felt her mouth grow dry as cotton when he gripped her hand and moved her fingers to his crotch.
"Stop it, no, please . . . "
She was whimpering now, breathing hard through her nostrils. She could feel the slippery coating of cock juice on his palms as his fingers closed over hers.
"Don't do this. Oh, please, leave me alone. Take me back. No, no, don't do this!"
"You want my cock. You want it real bad, no matter what the fuck you tell me."
His voice was throaty but self-assured. Marie was stunned.
"How can you say something like that?" . "Gonna say a lot more before I'm through with you."
Marie felt her body trembling, her heart racing. In spite of the fear-or perhaps because of it-she felt her cunt grow hot and slippery. There had been a few times when her pussy had become that warm and wet down there between her white shivering legs. When
Billy DuBois had tried to touch her clit with his tongue, Marie squirmed up against him, feeling her pussy heat up while juice slicked down her cuntlips. Oh, how close she had been to let him do anything to her. Again, her mother's frowning face had come to her memory and "saved" her from doing anything untoward. No, there was little she could do to fend off this sex maniac.
"No, that's not true. Please, let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone."
"You're gonna heat up my prick nice. Ohhhh, yeah, real nice," he told her.
"No, lemme alone! Please, please, please," she begged, twisting against his grip.
Marie couldn't break the hold he had on her. He was drawing her hand toward the meaty head of his big cock.
"Gus . . . no, please . . . oh no!"
His fingers were hurting her wrist. He was twisting her arm around, sending streams of pain shooting up and down her arm.
"Oh, no, nooo!"
Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as he gave her wrist another sharp jerk around to the left. Her head snapped against the window while both legs shot out and banged against the dashboard. Marie felt she had to give in. He would break her arm if she didn't.
"Don't hurt me . . . oh God, no, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
Gus knew what that meant. He eased up on the twisting motion, pressing her fingers down to his crotch.
Marie let out a shudder, clenching her teeth tightly together. That prickhead! How hot! How funny his cock made her body feel. Her pussy was growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were actually swelling-or so it seemed. She felt the nipples itching like mad while fuck juice seeped from her fuzzy little cunthole and wet down the nylon crotch panel pressing up against her cuntlips. Marie felt the soaked material slipping up against the swelling outer pussylips. And yet the fear of this madman doing something harmful to her prevented the girl from enjoying her arousal fully.
"You want it bad . . . real bad. You want every fuckin' itchin' inch of my dick, right, baby?"
"You don't know what you're saying! Please, don't do this to me!" Marie tried twisting around again.
"Bitch!" Gus took one hand off the wheel, raising it and spreading his fingers widely apart.
Instinctively, Marie knew what was going to happen. She closed her eyes, stiffening her spine as she heard the air whistle through his fingers.
The slap made her right cheek sting. Tears sprang to her eyes as her head snapped to the side. Marie let out another cry, feeling the car wheeling around as if it were going off the road.
"Fuck!" Gus cried.
It was! Gus had lost control of the van. Fighting with the wheel now, he swore violently, his feet jamming down hard alternately on the gas and brake pedals. Marie shook her head, watching the trees wheeling past the windshield. The van bounced horribly, knocking her violently against Gus, then back against the door. She thought she heard the frame cracking under her as they spun from the road and landed in a roadside ditch.
It was over. Marie opened her eyes and saw that both she and Gus were all right. The van tilted somewhat to the right, but apparently it, too, was in one piece.
"You're gonna pay for this, baby," he growled. "Ain't no broad around that does this to me without payin' for it in spades."
"It's your own fault!" she cried, backing away from the big man. She saw his eyes glittering in the dark while her fingers fumbled for the door handle. It was jammed, probably stuck from the accident.
"No way, baby!"
Gus reached out, his fingers catching in her long blonde hair. Marie felt the tugging on the strands. Then a sharp twinge of pain in her scalp made her cry out. He was tearing her hair out, tugging her head from left to right and laughing in her face at the same time. Marie felt his cigarette-smelling breath pumping against her cheeks while his prick still jutted stiffly out from between his opened Levi's.
"Owwwww!" the girl screamed, her knees swinging around and banging painfully into the dashboard.
Gus was laughing harder, his fingers tearing at her hair. The girl thought she could feel several strands tearing loose from her scalp. She swung around once more, curling her fingers into two tight fists and pummeling them against his face and chest. Gus swore violently, jerking his head back and away from Marie's hands.
"Go on, baby, I like 'em live before I fuck em.
Letting one hand go from around her waist, Gus reached down and flung her suitcase behind him. It clattered against the van wall, splitting open and spewing out all the girl's clothes. His hands were back on her in a moment, the strong fingers tearing her blue frock.
"No! No!"
Marie felt the garment loosening around her shoulders. There were more ripping sounds as he grabbed at her tits and thighs.
"Stop . . . stop this . . . oh God in heaven, someone help me!"
Gus drew his hand back and slapped her again, backhanding his knuckles against her chin. The blow knocked Marie against the side door, her head hammering hard against the steamed windows. She felt her spine cracking against the door handle and wondered if she had broken her back. Gus curled his fingers around the bodice of her dress, ripping it open with one savage downward pull. She felt her tits spilling out, jiggling high on her chest. Just as she was sure he was going to rape her right there in the front seat the side door flew open. With a shout, Marie tumbled backward out of the van, her feet swinging up and over her head.
With a thud the girl landed on her back. Dazed but realizing she had to take advantage of this stroke of luck, Marie scrambled to her feet. Behind her she could hear Gus swearing. He was crawling over the seat, trying to slip out of the van before she could get her bearings. Terrified, the blonde teen rushed forward into the black forest, her forehead stung time and time again by the loose wiry branches of the trees.
Lights. Somewhere around here there had to be lights, someone living around here who would give her protection. "Oh God!"
Gus was behind her, his feet thudding against the ground with the beat of a savage animal. Stretching her arms in front of her, Marie stumbled forward, her feet sliding on the leaf-coated forest floor while more branches whipped against her face. How her lungs were bursting from the effort of escape. Her dress tore even more, strips of the material hanging from the branches. But she couldn't stop.
Marie screamed, her cry echoing through the woods. Above her she could hear birds scattering through the trees, their wings beating against the cold breeze from the north. Gus had reached her. He gripped her arm, pulling her back from the twisting path she had reached.
Gus yanked her back hard, nearly pulling her arm from its socket. As her shoulder struck a nearby tree, Marie felt his other hand grab her. In a moment he had the girl on the ground, her head striking a rock half-buried in the dirt. The grass smelled sweet as Gus slapped her again and again, her head jerking from left to right.
"Bitch! Little fuckin' slut! You parade that little ass around all the time and don't wanna put out when a guy gets hot for it. You're gonna put out for this dude, believe me, slut."
Marie trembled. She felt him sliding up. Then he was sliding his right knee on her belly, pressing down with half his weight. The wind went from her lungs under the pressure. Was he going to crush her? She tried wriggling out from under him. But he had her too firmly in his grip. He shoved down hard again, slapping her once more across the mouth.
"Gonna fuck you so blue you're gonna taste my cum!"
"Help me! Oh God, God, somebody help me!" Marie screamed.
"Shaddup!" Slapping her yet a third time, Gus clamped a hand over her mouth, threatening to crush her skull if she fought him.
He slipped off quickly, jerking Marie up, then carrying her kicking, bitching and screaming off the path into a ditch. Through her terror-stricken mind there was another feeling, one the girl couldn't yet understand. But it was growing quickly, matching the terror she felt and making her cunt wink shut with sexual heat!
CHAPTER TWO
"Help!" the girl cried.
Marie's frantic yells echoed through the empty woods as Gus dragged her along. Her feet slipped out from under her several times. She fell, her face striking the ground hard. Gus only laughed, then jerked her up hard by the arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder.
They got into a clearing, which was surrounded by dead trees and shrubs. Gus stopped, wheeling Marie around and around until her legs kicked out from under her. She spun to the ground, her hands spread out in front of her face for protection.
"Don't . . . don't touch me, please," she begged, pushing the hair from her eyes.
"You gotta be kidding."
Marie was about to scream again. She couldn't let herself be raped without a fight. She just couldn't, but, before she could let out one sound, he jammed a foul-smelling handkerchief into her mouth. Then she felt him tearing at her dress. There were more ripping sounds. Then what was left of the blue garment fell from her body, puddling uselessly around her flailing feet.
Gus was tugging at her panties now, trying to get the briefs down over her boyish hips. Marie panicked, jerking her right knee up in a futile attempt to kick Gus away from her.
"No way, baby. You ain't gonna be able to knock me outta the picture."
"Nnfnnfnfffff!" she gagged.
She felt the nylon pink panties sliding down over her flesh. Her asscheeks were jiggling with the effort of trying to stay upright now. At times Marie could feel the hard, sweaty hands of Gus as he attempted to strip her completely.
"Yeahhh . . . " he muttered.
Her panties slid down to her knees. Gus was gaping at the round fleshy ass mounds jiggling in front of him. He slapped them hard, hearing the girl wail at the stinging blow.
"That's the way, baby. Come on, move that ass around for ol' Gus. Yeahh, it's gonna feel real nice stickin' my cock up there."
Marie felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. He was feeling her all over. His hands were crawling all up and down her thighs, the thumb straying into the hot, sweaty, narrow crack separating her asscheeks. In a second, his fingers were stroking along her swelling outer cuntlips while his thumb was caressing the gray/pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter. Marie bit down into the filthy handkerchief, shaking her head from side to side. She could feel the sweep of her long blonde hair against her throat. Disgusting! This was horribly disgusting! He was going to mount her like a bitch in the forest. And there was nothing she could do about this!
"Uhhfhfhhfhff!" she protested.
Gus squatted down, flipping the girl over on her back by the shoulders. Marie's eyes were big, unblinking, staring with horror and revulsion at the big man kneeling on top of her. She could feel pulses erupt in her throat, tits and thighs. And, all the while, fuck juice was seeping from the musky pussy-hole between her legs. Marie couldn't understand it. She just couldn't understand it. But there it was! This brutish treatment was turning her on, making her cunt so very hot and wet to the touch.
Reaching down, Gus began massaging her tits, rubbing the callused flats of his palms over her jutting nipples. Marie closed her eyes and let out another muffled groan through the handkerchief. It was horrid to be feeling what she sensed shooting through her cunt. Pleasure shot from the areolas, along her nerves and into her cunt. Again and again the shocks of pain and pleasure stung her clit, making the tiny spindle stiffen. Marie wriggled under the big man, feeling the grass working into her asscrack. She groaned again, her knees falling apart while Gus kept on massaging her nipples.
"Oh, baby, nice tits. I couldn't keep my fuckin' eyes off 'em when we were drivin' back there," he hissed, cupping both hands and squeezing her thirty-six-inch tits. "Yeah, it's real nice feelin' a pair of boobs like yours between my fingers."
Opening her eyes once more, Marie raised her head a little and looked past her jutting tits. There was his prick-long, thick and hard, still sticking straight out from between his thick-muscled legs. Gus stopped his massaging movements for a second, dropping his head and taking a look at his cock. In a moment, he was staring back at her, a broad smile on his face.
"Gettin' kinda anxious, baby? You wanna feel my prick fucking through your cunt?"
"Nooooffffff!"
The idea of it! Marie reacted with horror at his words.
"Yeah, right. Once you get this piece of meat sawin' through your pussy, there ain't gonna be no stoppin' you. Gonna be cock-happy, baby, when I get through squeezin' this meat into your cunt."
Marie could see Gus was beyond listening, beyond reasoning. She struggled under his grasp and managed somehow to roll out from under him. He only laughed at her attempts as she scrambled on all fours, her tits hanging down from her chest and touching the tall grass.
"You ain't gonna get far, baby. Ain't nothin' around here that's gonna give you any help!" Gus shouted at her.
Marie stumbled, twisted about and fell on her ass. Gus laughed, grabbing hold of her ankle and pulling her kicking and fist-flailing back to the original spot. He struck her hard several times across the head, nearly knocking her unconscious with the blows. Marie fell to one side, one arm draped over her face.
During this time, Gus retreated into the van and pulled out several lengths of rope, returning to the girl just as she was slipping out of her semi-conscious state. She looked up, wild-eyed, staring at Gus as he dangled the ropes in front of her.
"This is gonna take care of you for a while . . . till you're broken in like a wild filly."
Gus reached down and picked her up, tossing her against a tree. He forced her hands around the trunk and tied her wrists tightly together with a modified double figure-eight. Marie winced, her nose flattening against the rough bark. The ropes were cutting into her flesh, holding down the circulation so much her fingers were turning blue and feeling cold. Her knees pressed up against the tree, the bark scratching her thighs.
"Gonna fuck you in the ass, maybe. Yeah, that'd be something different for you, right baby? You ever get it in the ass before?"
In the ass? Oh, he had to be joking! Marie groaned more frantically, twisting her wrists against the rope in hopes she could again make a wild break for freedom in the woods. But Gus had tied the ropes too expertly around her hands for an easy escape. She gave up, tears streaming her flushed face.
"Fuckin' this way's gonna be rough. But I think I can do it."
She hadn't had a chance to tell him she was a virgin. Would that have made a difference? She doubted it. Marie struggled, twisting her head around as far as she could to see what he was doing. Her eyes were wide once more as she watched him stepping out of his boots and pants, scratching that fat cock with one hand while staring hotly at her jiggling asscheeks. Sweat was making her ass and thighs glisten. She clenched her asscheeks instinctively, a cold breeze from the north making her naked flesh explode into goose pimples. Bending her knees, Marie found herself sagging slightly from the bonds.
"Man, you're fuckin' the tree. That's some-thin' I ain't seen before."
What a horrid man! And now she could hear the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of his Levi's. Again Marie twisted her head around and saw Gus standing there, his legs spread apart for power, the belt dangling from his right hand to the ground. She heard the snap of the leather being doubled.
Marie shivered, her arms hugging the tree harder while her toes curled and dug into the soft ground. Instinctively the teen knew he was going to whip her, beat her flesh with the black leather. She heard the crunch of a purposeful step on the leaves and dead twigs. He was right behind her now. Marie rolled her eyes back, catching sight of him getting ready to hit her. She remembered the stinging blows in the car and back here when he had knocked her nearly unconscious. This would be worse, she thought to herself as Gus readied himself.
"This is gonna warm you up, baby. It's gonna make your ass nice to the touch when I finally go in and fuck you," he told her.
"Unnnnnnnnnn!" she groaned.
There was a hissing sound. Marie clenched her teeth against the foul-smelling handkerchief, clenching her eyes shut. There was a dreadful moment of waiting. Then the dry smacking sound of leather against her ass-cheeks preceded the horrid hot stinging sensation radiating out from her violated ass.
"Owoowowofoffff!" she screamed through the gag.
"Ain't nothin' compared to what's gonna happen to you."
Marie could only imagine what he was talking about as she hung helplessly from the tree. She whimpered, shuddering as the pain quickly became an odd kind of warmth spreading through her thighs and up into her cunt. Marie screwed up her face. Again she felt that pleasure that was making her cunt so very hot and tight to the touch. Gus said something once more. Marie tightened her ass, the movement actually raising her ass.
There was another hissing sound. His leather belt curled around her left thigh, the beveled end just kissing the bottom of her cuntlips.
Marie jerked up onto her tiptoes, her knees pressing hard against the rugged bark. She felt her nipples scratching against the rough wood while her clit sparked from the savage blow. Marie snapped her head back, feeling the sweep of her hair over the top curves of her asscheeks. Gus was panting hard. She could hear his wheezing breaths as he snapped the belt high over her head. She shrank from the sound, her whimpers adding to his general excitement.
"Nice, baby. Got a couple of long red stripes back there."
"Unfnnfnnffff!"
Another blow bit into her left ass-cheek. Marie jerked forward, her cunt rubbing once again against the tree.
"Fuck that tree, baby. Come on, wrap those long legs around the trunk and fuck it out."
His mocking words stung her pride. But there was little she could do. Marie tried relaxing, rubbing her fingers against the tree trunk to get some circulation back in them.
A fourth blow curled into her asscrack, the edge of the belt yanking down at her asshole. Marie thought she would disgrace herself right then and there from that stinging blow. Gus stopped for a while. She relaxed her hips, feeling her cunt rubbing up and down against the bark. He was right. She was fucking the tree, the blows having done something extraordinary to her pussy and her way of thinking. Marie tried to stop the subtle fucking movements of her hips. But the touch of the bark against her clit was too tempting to resist.
"Uhhfhhfhfff!" she moaned.
She let her head fall back as a fifth blow slammed hard over both asscheeks. Her spine was straight, her head tilted at a sharp angle to the tree. It was as if the belt were a hammer pounding her into the trunk. She couldn't stand the pain any longer.
"Yeahhh, nice, hot little ass. You ever had it this hot before, baby?"
"Mmmmmfffff!"
"Can't hear you," Gus said mockingly, slapping her asscheeks with the broad palm of his hand, then curling his fingers against the flesh. Marie yelped through the spit-soaked cloth, her teeth chattering as the pain sliced into her clit. There were thoughts looming in her mind, growing bigger and bigger, pushing out all the morality her mother had so carefully tried to formulate in the girl all these years.
"Unnfnnfnnfnfff!" she moaned in her pain.
"Gotta get that damned log over here before I cum on myself," he muttered, dropping the belt to the ground.
Marie twisted her head around once more, staring heavy-lidded at the big stud as he bent over and raised something from nearby. Blinking her eyes clear, the teen saw it was a log of about three feet long.
"Uhhfhhfffff!" she protested.
Gus rolled the log up against her ankles, then lifted her so he could get the hunk of dead tree in place. Bending over once more, he raised her up by the ankles. Marie moaned, feeling the rough bark scraping painfully against her already-chafed wrists. Gus propped the log against the broad base of the old pine, right-angled so her knees rested against the opposite end. The odd angle strained her tied wrists, increasing the painful cold of her fingers. Marie jerked her head back, rubbing her knees together, then sliding her cunt up and down over the bark. How shamelessly good the old wood felt against her. pussylips. What would her mother say now if she could see her daughter rutting like this before a stranger, fucking a tree? The thought made the girl laugh into the gag.
"You won't be laughin' long after this, baby. I'll have you moanin' for more," Gus warned her.
Gus jerked her three feet off the ground. The heavy log was broad enough to support both knees even when they were spread wide open.
"Man, you're all wet in there-just like a broad's supposed to be when she's hot."
Marie felt Gus rubbing his knuckles up against her pussy, scraping his fingernails along the sensitive ribbon of flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips. She groaned, the small muscles clenching and cramping down on thin air.
"Gonna do it now, baby. Gonna stick my cock in all the way."
Marie heard him positioning himself, hunkering down just like she'd seen dogs do in the streets. Yes, that was a good image-a dog fucking her, fucking her like a gutter bitch. Her mother would have approved of that simile for her rutting daughter now.
He was poking his finger in, rubbing it around and around. He crushed her clit under his thumbnail, the resulting sensation sending streamers of delicious pain stabbing into her brain. Marie jerked back against her wrists, forcing the rope to cut even deeper into her wrists. The wood cut and scraped painfully along her elbows and legs as Gus stuck his finger in a little deeper. In and out, in and out.
He was finger-fucking her, rubbing his thumb along the silky flesh bordering her cuntlips. She could hear the sticky clicking of his digits fucking her. His nails were creasing the slick pink cunt flesh just this side of her cherry. And then he touched that soft puckered border with his forefinger. Gus stopped, sucking in a deep breath.
"A fuckin' virgin," he muttered to himself, pulling back just for a second. "I wouldn't have believed it-not from a little bitch like you hitchin' on the road."
Marie sagged against her bonds. The moment was close when he would fuck her, tear through her cherry and rape her! She tensed, her thigh muscles cramping and pushing out against her sweaty white flesh. Gus slipped another finger into her puckered pussy, twisting the two of them around and around while strumming her clit with his thumb. Marie went crazy, hugging the old pine tightly with her knees.
He was teasing her, poking his fingertip against the cherry until it nearly gave way, then pulling back when Marie began to cry in agony. He watched her asscheeks tense, relax, then bunch up again.
"Get ready, baby. Gonna take care of that ol' cherry with my finger. Don't wanna dirty up my cock with any blood."
Marie sobbed again into the gag, the world swimming around her. Somewhere above her she could hear a plane winging its way to L.A. The breeze made the leaves all around rustle as if the woods had suddenly come alive. And in the midst of all this Gus was shoving his finger all the way in.
Bright orange and red whorls blinded the girl as a stabbing pain seared her brain. He had done it! He'd torn her cherry with his fingers. Marie sagged down from her ankles, her sobs choking her, her throat hurting and sore from the tension. He had torn her virginity away from her. And, from what she could guess, Gus was far from finished with her.
CHAPTER THREE
Marie sobbed quietly, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Gus had done it! He had torn her cherry with his fingernail. And now he was wiping the blood against his thigh, laughing softly at her.
"Never would've thought it, man. A fuckin' virgin," he muttered.
Marie shook her head, tears still exploding behind her eyes. How she hurt! Her cunt was still throbbing from the initial tearing of her cherry. And now Gus was resting his body against hers. She could feel his prick rubbing up and down against her asscheeks, the fat, meaty head rubbing up against her cuntlips. Marie stiffened, her knees knocking together. He was going to do it now. He was going to fuck her, sticking his big prick into her body. She trembled, her arm muscles knotting with tension. Marie scraped her fingernails against the rough bark, biting down on the gag.
"Gonna do it now, baby. Gonna stick that big cock of mine up your fuckin' pussy."
"Uhhfhhfhhfhfffff!" she yelled through the gag.
Marie clenched her eyes shut, a lightning pulse beating at her throat. There was another moment of hesitation, one that nearly drove her mad. Gus was biting the nape of her neck, his teeth nearly breaking the skin. His hands wrapped around her waist then slid up. His fingers were soon pinching her tits, squeezing the red long rubbery nubs so hard the girl cried out through the gag.
"Yghghhfhfhhfff!"
Then he did it. Dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her, Marie felt him press his knees up against the backs of her legs and shove in hard. With one quick push, he fucked half of his cock into her body!
Marie straightened her spine, her legs trembling. She wriggled her slim ass, feeling herself caught, impaled on that thick hunk of stabbing prick. Gus was grunting behind her, biting her neck once more while working his thighs up against her flattening ass. The girl could feel his cock working back and forth, back and forth, chugging through her body. There was a kind of hurt around the edges of her cunt. But Marie wasn't thinking about that any more. She was completely blown away by the way her velvety slick cuntal walls were being stretched apart by Gus's chugging cock. "Uhfhhfhhfhhfffff!"
Let him rape her. Let him beat her and take care of the guilt she was starting to feel when her clit tingled with incredible excitement against his fat prick. Marie broke two of her nails against the bark, feeling her palms scraping painfully against the rough surface. Gus was pinching her nipples even harder now, squeezing them until she thought he was going to tear them from her tits. His knees banged again and again against her legs. She could feel the black wiry hairs of his crotch stinging her cuntlips.
"Oh, baby, you're tight . . . but you're so fuckin' wet down there you're makin' it easy for me . . . yeahhhh, that's it, move that little ass!"
He bent down again, biting her neck, tonguing the injured flesh, then biting down again. Marie snapped her head back when the big square teeth nipped her skin.
How that cock was fucking into her. He pulled back, his hands now braced against her slim hips. Marie shuddered, feeling the elastic cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retreating prickhead. Instinctively again Marie angled her ass back, silently begging the young stud to keep his cock in. Gus laughed at her reaction, giving several short hunches to his prick and making Marie grunt through the spit-soaked gag once more. He slid his cock out until the meaty prickhead was the only thing greedily clutched by her pussy. Then he fucked back in hard, taking the breath away from the blonde teen.
"Ooooooffffff!"
Marie sobbed wildly, throwing her head from left to right. Gus fucked her deep now, fucking his cock nearly all the way in brutally. Marie snapped as much as she could against the pine, thinking her body was going to come apart from all the sensation tearing at her. Just when she thought that wonderful moment of sexual madness would overpower her, Gus stopped, pulling his prick out once more. This time he slipped his cock completely from her cunt, making her pussy muscles snap and contract against thin air.
"Don't wanna cum right now," he gasped, kissing her neck once again. "Gonna have a little fun with you now."
Marie groaned. How she was shaming herself with her body! She was a good girl! Her mother had told her that time and time again. Everyone on the block envied her mother because Marie never went out on "fast" dates or took drugs or drank. But now . . . and now Marie found herself strapped to a tree, her hands bound, her cunt ripped apart. Her cunt ran with hot fuck juice, her pussylips swelling with excitement while her flesh glowed with arousal.
"I'm gonna carve my initials on your back, little slut."
The hard words cut through her reverie. Marie snapped to attention, swinging her head around and seeing Gus standing there with a hunting knife. Her eyes widened immediately, her gaze falling onto the gleaming three-inch blade. He was holding it in his right hand, the pointed end tilted slightly toward the ground.
Again horrible stories of women found carved up in roadside ditches filtered through her confused mind. Gus took one step, then another, his eyes glowing with unholy delight. Marie screamed through the gag, pulling frantically at the half-inch line holding her wrists together and to the tree. Nothing gave. She sobbed into the gag again, her throat hurting, her chest pounding while her heart skipped several beats. Perspiration oozed from every pore, adding a sexy sheen to her white flesh. Terror-stricken, the young teen watched as Gus came up to her and pressed the cold blade flat against her arm. She shivered, imagining the thing slicing into her body.
"I want to hear you squeal-just like some gutted pig."
Was he joking? Marie looked into his eyes. It was hard to tell. She tried pulling away, but the ropes again held her firmly to the pine. She raised her head slightly, her eyes wide and focused on that blade. Gus let the blade move almost as if by its own power. The blade lightly shaved some hair along her arm without cutting through the skin. Marie thought she would die right then and there. And then he moved the knife up to her throat. She cried out with short, gaspy little animal grunts. Her fingers tightened until they cramped against the loose bark. Her knees knocked violently against the tree. Gus was moving the knife until the cutting edge pressed against her throat. Then lightly, maddeningly, he moved it down until it was up against her right tit. The knife cut lightly, forming a narrow groove wherever it went without drawing blood. More goose-flesh exploded all over her body.
"Uhhhhhfhhfhhfffff!" Marie screamed, snapping her head back.
Gus laughed and bore down.
Her heels beat against the earth, scattering gnarled brown and gray twigs. Her ass jerked from left to right.
Again Marie screamed. Again Gus only laughed at her distress, sliding the knife back and forth as if he were about to cut her throat wide open. The girl twisted up against the tree, her belly slapping loudly, wetly against the bark.
"That's it, baby, come on, show ol' Gus you're alive."
Marie felt something warm and wet trickling down the insides of her thighs. She blushed with shame. She was pissing on herself, losing complete control of her body as terror knifed coldly into her brain. And she knew Gus was enjoying all of this. He loved her terror, the feel of her body trembling under his.
"Oh yeah, yeah, this is great, really great, baby. You don't know how good you're makin' me feel by doin' all this."
How she hated him! How she wished she could get that knife and plunge it right into his chest. Instead she had to dangle helplessly here on the tree while more and more horror filled her.
"And you're diggin' it, ain't you? You dig havin' me do this to you."
"Nooooofffff!" she protested, choking on the gag.
But it was true. Gus had her number! Secretly Marie felt her body responding to the knife, to his awful words and actions. Yes, she loved having the blade trailing around her chest, teasing her tits, nearly cutting through her flesh. There was an air of terrible arousal stinging her clit as Gus moved the blade down to her belly button, then twisted it around and slipped it back up to her right nipple. She shivered, feeling the cold sharpness nearly cutting into the aroused rubbery nub. Marie shoved her ass back, rubbing her cunt up against his prick. It was wild, feeling the full length of his cock sliding around her cuntlips. If only he would stick his cock in! If only he would shove his cock in all the way while teasing her in this horrid way!
The blade tip was pointed once more at the nipple. The blade advanced, crossing her aureole. That touch triggered a myriad of pleasure/pain sensations. No skin was cut yet, but the threat of it, the awful possibility, sent the girl swirling around in an ocean of sensation. Marie beat her body against the tree, squeezing her ass, bearing down on her bloated clit while Gus's cock still remained maddeningly far from her pussy.
"You like it, baby. You like it a whole lot."
"No! No! No!"
But her panting breaths betrayed her denial. Marie felt saliva frothing out around the gag, dribbling down her chin while Gus still toyed with her pussy. The blade went down to her hips, down around her asscheeks, the flat end of the blade impressing itself against her flesh. The girl stood on her tiptoes, her knees once more knocking violently against the tree. Marie wished she could somehow sink into the ground, disappear from this man. And yet at the same time she wanted that awful cock in her pussy. If only he would fuck her and leave her to her shame!
But that wasn't to be. She felt Gus's hands moving down, spreading her asscheeks apart until her wet, sticky asscrack was exposed. The young girl closed her eyes in shame.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh . . . you're real red down there, baby. It's somethin' else seein' a cunt that hot, just waitin' for my cock again."
His words made her feel like dirt. Marie shook her head, feeling the knife slide across one ass-cheek, then move around up toward her waist. Then he was pressing it against the curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased until she could feel the sharpness against her flesh.
Once more the girl was terrified he would cut her. Then Gus moved the blade back down, twisting it around so it would fit tightly in her narrow asscrack. The girl sucked in air through her burning nostrils, feeling her cuntal muscles snap shut. She could feel her pussy close down, the walls slapping loudly together. Her body vibrated like a taut string.
And then he was pressing the knife against her cuntlips, wriggling it from side to side. The freezing cold of the blade made her pussy muscles contract against the knife.
Gus was rocking it back and forth as he'd done earlier. Only this time he was making certain the point was touching her clit. Marie was making guttural animal sounds deep in her throat, not understanding what was happening to her body. Gus pressed the tip harder against her clit, making her gasp again and again. The pressure on her erect clit made a shock as sharp as the blade itself shoot through her. She arched her back, feeling the immense pressure against her spine.
"Little slut . . . yeahhh, little slut, diggin' havin' me fuck you with this Goddamned knife."
Marie couldn't deny it. She found a hotter, intense lust radiating up from her cunt, making her flesh literally glow with excitement. He kept rocking the knife back and forth, back and forth against her clit. Marie groaned again, not believing something this good flushing her body could come from that animal behind her and his knife!
The repeated touch of the knife against her cunt sent more chilly flashes of sexual heat into her cunt. How her pulse raced, the blood scorching ner veins while her toes curled against the soft ground under her. The tip of the blade cut through several of her clit folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch to her clit.
"That's it, baby, swing that ass around, move it like you want more."
Marie did want more! She jerked her ass from left to right, feeling his legs pressing against hers, feeling his prick shoving up to her cunt only to retract at the last moment. Her head throbbed from the excitement scorching her brain. How her cunt-juice flowed, wetting down her bloated pussylips.
"Uhhfhfhfffff!" she groaned.
Gus dragged the knife back, stinging a narrow groove to the top of her cuntal mound. Marie was shoving her ass back at Gus, wanting more, needing more. Gus obliged, sliding the knife around the wrinkled rim of her asshole, then back to her cunt.
No use. She couldn't resist his awful advances. Marie knew she was shaming herself. But there was nothing else she could do. She wanted to have this animal jam his prick into her hot, wet, hungry little cunthole. The tender tissues were still raw from the awful finger-fucking he had visited upon her. But still she wanted to have his prick stretching her cuntal walls. Oh, how good it would feel having her pussy stretched tightly around his fucking cock! "That's it, bitch!"
The knife was poking teasingly at the rim of her asshole once more. Marie gasped with shock at the unholy touch of that most private of places. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery rim of her asshole inward. She had the same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a spicy meal. For one wild second, Marie wondered just how it would feel having Gus's prick slipping into her shitter.
"Man, move that ass, move it like that!" Gus cried.
He was back to her cunt, poking the tip of the knife into her puffy cuntlips. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching her back as best she could and shoving her asscheeks back at him.
"Oh, man, gotta do it to you now," Gus said, dropping the knife to the ground.
Marie heard the weapon thud against the dirt and sighed with relief. She knew that sound meant he was going to fuck her. Now she would find what she needed desperately. The terrible pressure building up between her white, shivering legs would be eased.
Gus centered his prick right over her cunt-hole, then shoved down all the way. Marie groaned, bright lights exploding behind her eyes as she felt her cuntlips flattening back, then puckering inward slightly as Gus's ten-inch cock plowed into her cunt meat. How the squiggly, wet walls clenched against that invading cock like a tight-fitting sleeve. Her muscles spasmed again and again, sending delicious shock waves through her body. Marie jumped up and down, her feet aching with the tension and position of her body. And Gus was gripping her hips tightly, arching his back while fucking his prick deep into her.
"Ohhhh, nice, nice and hot and wet down there . . . just the way I dig it," Gus moaned.
Marie squinched her eyes tight and felt herself fucking back for all she was worth, afraid he would hurt her. Her ass bounced up against his belly while her feet slipped several times from under her. Gus kept her upright, shoving her hard against the tree until her belly and tits were covered with tiny little scratches from the rough bark.
Gus squirmed against her as Marie felt her powerful ring of cuntal muscles clench down on his prick. She was going to cum. She could feel her pussy contracting, squeezing hard against his prick. And, behind her, the girl could hear Gus breathing irregularly, his breaths coming in low, panting moans.
"Ohhh, fuckin'-A, man, gonna dump it . . . gonna dump my load right in that fuckin' cunt."
Marie cried out, suddenly thinking someone else was screaming beside her. No, it was her own voice, screeching through the spitty gag. She was cumming, experiencing a sensation she never would have thought endurable in a human! She pranced her ass wildly, holding his cockshaft with her aching, cramping cunt. How it hurt her to hold him this long! But the maddening tickle was making her clit throb so very much.
"Yaghfhfhhfhfhfffff!" she yelled.
The back of her neck was raw from all those bites. But how Marie loved the sensation of his teeth against her flesh now as she came and came and came. Brilliant stars popped in front of her eyes while she felt the jets of his scalding cum burn like acid into her cuntal walls. Gus's hands were all over her, hitting, pinching, caressing while more and more of his white-hot jizz ate into her pussy walls.
"Baby, baby . . . " he grunted.
The world sank away from the groaning teeth, her fingers slipping down the bark of the pine as her final cuntal spasms smashed through her. He had done it, fucked her, raped her this way. Would he let her go? The question echoed in her mind as Marie slid into a state of semi-consciousness.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marie had no idea where she was. After Gus had finished raping her, he had disappeared for a while. He then came back and got her. She discovered that he had spent the time away from her putting the van back on the road. He threw her in the back and ordered her to get dressed as best she could.
Once or twice, she had hoped that the man would throw her from the van, leave her bruised and battered body by the side of the m road-anything to get away from him and his terrible cock.
But he was not through with her, not just yet. He had other plans, and she was afraid to think about what those plans could be. Through the night they had hurtled in his van, until they had come to a strange house. Now she was alone in the cellar of that house. Abandoned and abused, she wanted to curl up and die. What would her mother think if she could see her now? What would her friends think of the slut she had become in so short a time?
The walls were slippery around her. Gus had taken the trembling girl to a two-story Victorian-style house on the edge of Santa Barbara. She had had little chance to see what kind of neighborhood she was in. There was the smell of salt in the air and a definite dampness, making Marie believe they were near the ocean. But Gus had hustled her inside, throwing her down the stairs and locking the heavy steel door behind her. Tentatively Marie stretched out her right hand, taking note the floor was brick or maybe flagstone. For the next few moments, the girl hadn't dared to find out more about the blackness surrounding her. The claw-like skitter and pause of some small animal had stopped her just after Gus had shut the door behind her.
Marie hugged her upper arms, feeling hungry and tired at the same time. The black and blue marks on her thighs and legs were hurting while cum still oozed from her fucked cunt. She sobbed and closed her eyes again, thinking about that awful scene, about how Gus's prick had fucked through her pussy. She shook her head, thinking about her home, about the warm bed now empty, waiting for her. She sank into a reverie about open fields and how she and her father used to go and picnic there. The picture in her mind grew brighter. She thought she could see her father right there in the cellar now, stretching his hands out. He was going to speak to her, say something about a picnic.
A shrill scream of terror cut through the clammy air of the cellar. Marie jerked to a sitting position. There were fumbling sounds outside and more screams. Her hair stood on end. What on earth was going on out there? The heavy door grated open and she could see black shapes against the yellow light of the entranceway. One of the shapes left the ground and flew past her, thudding wetly inside the door. It screamed again.
Another girl! Quickly Marie gathered her legs under her ass, terrified that something awful was about to happen right here and now. But nothing happened. The door slammed shut again, plunging the room immediately into blackness.
For a moment Marie was afraid to utter a sound. Then curiosity and pity got the better of her. Sucking in a deep breath, she scrambled across the floor toward the sobbing girl. She touched something warm.
"Aghghghhhhh!" the girl screamed, skittering back, hitting her body against the opposite wall. "Wh . . . who is it?"
"Marie Williams . . . I . . . I'm down here just like you," she added, grateful in a way there was someone she could share her private horror with.
"Ohhh God, God, he raped me . . . he raped me," the girl groaned after a moment's pause, her voice broken with sobs.
"Who?" Marie asked, wondering.
Gus? Had she been here that long? Could Gus have gone out again and found another girl, luring her into his van and then raping her? Had her mind warped this quickly so she was unable to tell the passage of time?
"I . . . I don't know," the girl sobbed haltingly, stifling her cries with some effort. "I . . . I was walking home from work from Colonel Sanders . . . you know, just down the way, when this man pulls up in a car and offers me a ride."
A car? Not Gus. Marie felt a shiver involuntarily slither up and down her flesh. She fought down the desire to scream.
"I told him I didn't want one. But then he just jumped out and took me and . . ' . and hit me, and then, and then he raped me."
Marie slid over to the girl, guessing where she was from the direction of her voice. She stretched her hands out and found her.
"My name's Kathy Dennison," the girl sobbed, leaning heavily against Marie. "I live here in Santa Barbara. What happened to you?"
Marie heaved a sigh. She wasn't as innocent as Kathy. But she told her story anyway, leaving out how she had been so aroused by Gus's cock and the way he had treated her.
"It's a gang!" the girl cried, stiffening after Marie had finished. "It has to be. I thought I saw a couple of cars out back when he brought me here. Oh, oh, oh, what's going to happen to us?"
Kathy broke down into more hysterical sobs.
"Oh, he hurt me so much! Is there water here?" Marie heard Kathy gasp.
"I don't know," Marie responded dully. "I heard things moving. I didn't look."
Marie smacked her lips. She realized she was parched in spite of the clamminess of the cellar.
"I'll go see," Marie finally said.
Marie left the sobbing girl, stretching her arms out once more and blindly feeling her way around the floor. Her muscles were starting to tighten and cramp from the long hours she had spent unmoving in the dark. The rough floor scraped her knees as she moved about, patting the damp flagstones, wondering what she would find in the next few moments.
She gagged, lurching backward. At first she thought she had touched a human face! The thought that the men might have gone too far somewhere along the line and was using this horrid spot for a corpse dumping ground made Marie nearly vomit. Tentatively she pushed her hand out again. No. It had been her overactive imagination. It was just a moss-covered stone. Marie nearly laughed at her stupid thoughts. Then she remembered her thirst and Kathy's request and padded on.
Marie had to stop and listen for Kathy's breathing to find out which direction the girl was. She wondered what would happen if she had found water and couldn't get back to her newly found friend. Suddenly the girl sensed a wall in front of her. The echo of her breath seemed to deaden. The girl straightened and felt the air. Nothing. Marie edged a little closer, again stretching out her hand and feeling for something solid.
"Ah," she sighed as her palm connected with something solid.
She touched the wall after hobbling a little closer. It stank of piss! What in God's name had been going on down here? She shrank back, again fighting back the desire to vomit. A terrible, horrible place! Once more she could hear Kathy crying softly.
"Did you find anything?" Kathy asked.
"Uh, no, nothing. I'm still looking around," Marie answered.
It was agonizing to move again. The bruise marks hurt her more, it seemed, as she crawled around like some wild beast. She wished Kathy had never come in. She could have lain on the floor and thought about her father, about the wonderful times they had had before he had died and her mother had turned into such a bitch.
Marie rose from her knees, keeping one hand on the filthy wall. It was something, a direction, a way that would show her a goal to . . . to what? Reaching down, the girl grabbed what remained of her torn dress and gathered it about her throat. There was a draft coming in from somewhere. It was chilling her flesh, making her skin break into goose pimples. She felt the material teasing against her sensitive nipples as she moved forward, her arms scraping against the wall.
Marie closed her eyes and concentrated. That seemed to sharpen her ears. She heard Kathy moan.
"Can you move if I find water? Are you okay?" Marie asked.
"Oh yes . . . I think so."
Marie heard something slide on the floor. The wall next to her masked the source. The echo seemed to flatten. Snakes? Where there snakes in here? The thought made her want to scream. But that would only make the girl behind her more terror-stricken than she already was. Marie froze, then began to move carefully once more. She arched her toes up, sliding her feet slowly. She hoped to find something, and yet feared to find something sliding around.
Marie's first few steps hadn't located anything. Suddenly her right foot splashed into cold liquid. She jumped back with a sharp squeal.
"What? What did you find?" Kathy gathered herself up with a moan, stumbling in the direction of Marie.
Marie didn't answer, kneeling and putting her hands into the small pool. She raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted a little salty, but it was cold and wet in spite of the musty smell.
"Water. There's a puddle of water in here," she cried. The achievement, little as it was, raised her spirits.
Marie drank more, sloshing the water from her cupped hands down her throat and the front of her torn dress. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, and drank until the brackish fluid made the back of her throat feel raw.
Kathy scuffled across the floor, falling, then picking herself up and groping toward Marie. "Please, can you help me?"
"Yes, yes, I will," Marie said.
She dipped her hands in the pool again.
"Talk. I can't hear where you are," Marie told the girl.
Kathy called to her-, breaking off every few words to cry.
"Again." Marie shoved toward the voice, stepping carefully. In a second, she found herself nudging Kathy with her foot. Kneeling, she pushed forward. "Where's your mouth? Help me."
She found a thin arm move up to her, pulling her hands down. She felt lips brush her hands. Then Kathy drank the few drops of water Marie had carried across the cellar.
"Thank you," the girl whispered, letting go of Marie's hand. She sank back. "What are they going to do to us now?"
The question was a good one. Marie had sobbed out that question in the van when Gus had driven her here, suffering a sharp blow across the side of the face Tor having, asked that. From Kathy, she now knew there was more than one person involved. Were they just going around, picking up girls off the streets and spiriting them down to this place? Before she could think any more, there were scuffling sounds behind the door once more. Another victim? Kathy moved against her, her body trembling like that of a frightened bird.
"Don't worry, nothing's going to happen," Marie said, her voice cracked, hollow, unbe-
The door opened.
It was Gus and some other man. Glancing over her shoulder and noticing Kathy's violent reaction, Marie guessed it was the man who had beaten and raped Kathy earlier.
"I told you we'd be havin' some more fun. This here's Jack. We run a kind of snake ranch around these parts. Ain't no one around to stop us. We pick up little sluts like you and your friend over there and show 'em a real nice time."
"No, no . . . " Kathy cried pitifully.
Marie tried fighting back. She twisted in their strong grips, her shoulders aching from the stress. Jack said nothing, his black eyes glittering while a shock of his dark hair fell over his forehead. Both men were well-built, tall, overpowering. She could well understand why Kathy couldn't resist someone like Jack once he had tackled her.
"We've got somethin' for you to look at. It's a gadget Jack over here thought up a while ago. Real effective, I think."
They dragged Marie down the hall like a sack, the tops of her toes bufshing over the uneven concrete floor. She looked about, hoping she would see some sign of stairs or a door whe could later escape through. Nothing. It was as if she'd been sealed in a tomb to endure these men for what was left of her life!
"Inside," Gus told her.
They let her go. With a shove, Jack thrust Marie toward a small green door at the side of the hall. The girl stumbled forward, pushing the hair from her eyes. The aches in her muscles from lying on the cellar floor made her walk a little awkwardly. She tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a cement floor just inside the doorway. Big hands grabbed her shoulders again and set her upright.
"Oh . . . " Marie gasped.
"Can't have any of this, baby. We gotta see you in the flesh," Gus said.
She felt him fumbling around with her torn dress. Then he ripped her dress away with several brutal tugs. "No! Oh God, no!"
Marie looked at the men wide-eyed, bending slightly at the waist while backing away from them. The cold floor made her feet ache as she felt goose pimples rise from her flesh. She tried crossing her arms over her tits, fanning her fingers over her pussy.
"Modest, yet," Gus said, laughing hard at her. You couldn't wait to get outta that thing when I was fuckin' you before."
"That's not true," she spat back.
Gus approached her and turned the girl around, pulling down her arms roughly. Marie let out another little whimper, feeling as if she were a laboratory animal being stretched out for dissection. He reached around and pinched her nipples hard, making the girl squeal. Marie backed away, slapping her hands down at the offending fingers. Her asscheeks jiggled from the move.
"Stop it!" she ordered.
"Get over there, or I'll pinch those fuckin' nubs off," Gus threatened.
Marie glanced around her right shoulder, drawing her hands back over her cunt while shrugging her upper arms over her tits. She saw a coffin! There was a coffin some four feet above the floor on a table, the lid opened. Were they serious? They wanted her to get over there? She jerked her head back, staring uncomprehendingly at the two men. They were smiling cruelly at her, nodding in affirmation of her fears.
What else could she do? Slowly he backed down, her thighs tightening as Gus began rubbing his pant legs. Oh yes. She remembered his prick. All too well, Marie remembered how shamelessly good she had felt, him pushing into her, spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart and sliding his cock all the way in.
"That's it, right against the coffin," Gus said.
Marie felt the backs of her legs striking the table. She was close enough to peer in. Nails. There were all sorts of nails pounded through the splintered bottom. Some were only a half-inch, others were several inches. An uncomfortable thought drifted through her mind. Surely they weren't going to put her inside.
Jack grabbed her first, pulling her arms back and sliding an eighteen-inch piece of rope around her wrists.
Marie found it useless to resist. She stood there, staring wildly at the nails as the big stud bound her arms with a double figure-eight knot. She winced, feeling the line chafing the same area the other rope had earlier.
"I'll get her feet," Gus said.
Gus pulled a longer piece of rope from his rear pocket, binding one ankle to the other tightly with a slipknot. She was roped hand and foot!
"We'll string 'er up from there and lower her in slow . . . real slow," Gus instructed.
Automatically Marie tilted her head back, her eyes narrowing and focusing on an area of the ceiling directly over the coffin. She could see what appeared to be some kind of pulley device. There was a long piece of inch-thick line coiled up on a nearby rafter. Her worst fears were confirmed. Marie nearly sank to the floor in a faint as she watched Gus knock the rope down from the rafters and begin to attach her to it.
CHAPTER FIVE
"No! Oh my God, it . . . hurts!" Marie cried.
"Sure it does, babe. It's supposed to," Gus shot back.
It was grotesque! After having bound her wrists and ankles together, the two men stretched Marie out on the floor, bringing the rope from the rafters down to her fingers. How her arms ached from having them pulled back until her fingers touched the balls of her feet! And now they were swinging the other rope down, threading it around her wrists, attaching it to her body. And, all the while, Marie thought about that horrid coffin sitting on the table only a few feet away.
"Haul 'er up!" Gus instructed.
Marie rolled her eyes around, watching as Jack stepped to the free end of the rope and began pulling. She could hear the pulleys above her squeaking into action. In a moment the ropes around her wrists and ankles grew taut.
"Uhhhh!" she grunted.
Gradually her arms and legs stretched up, her feet and hands pressing harder against one another. Her spine began to curve downward while her pussy raised from the floor. Marie let out another powerful moan, fearing her spine would surely crack in half from this torture. Still Jack pulled, sweat beginning to bead around his forehead. Slowly, painfully, Marie rose from the floor, her body swinging like a pendulum above the concrete.
"Our poor little girl don't like the rope," Gus said mockingly, bending down the and chucking Marie playfully under the chin. The teen winced, shuddering at his touch.
"Stop this! Oh please, don't do this to me anymore!" she sobbed.
"Get 'er over the fuckin' lid," Gus instructed.
Jack hauled more furiously, his arm muscles knotting from the tension. Marie watched the floor slip away as the men hauled her higher and higher, her body swinging as she tried to ease the killing pain in her shoulders and thighs.
"Okay, that's far enough." Gus stopped Jack for a moment, swinging Marie around until she was directly over the coffin. The nails gleamed more menacingly than ever. She shuddered, jerking her arms and legs as much as possible. Now she feared the rope would give way, sending her on a downward journey that would leave her speared to death!
"Okay, real slow man, real slow. Let the bitch down!"
"No!" Marie twisted her head around, staring pleadingly at Gus. He wouldn't do something like this! Oh God, no, it was inhuman! The girl felt the rope jerking a little against her body. Then, slowly, Jack began giving the main rope some slack. She was going down into the coffin, down toward those sharp steel nails!
"Stop! Oh no, no, I'll do anything you want, anything, but no, not that!"
Marie's eyes widened, her fingers curling and working against the rope until her nails split. Her shoulders popped and popped again as the frantic teen writhed in her bonds. Still Jack lowered her until she was nearly even with the top of the coffin. Then he lowered her two more inches, her tits swinging down and nearly touching the longest nails.
Marie shuddered, her mind whirling around frantically. They had stopped! Thank God in heaven, they had stopped! But she was only an inch or so away from agony. What more had they in store for her?
"Gonna be a good little slut?"
Jack had affixed the rope to a small winch, moving around to her head. Now he had her gripped by the hair, jerking her skull up until her mouth was nearly even with his crotch.
"Yes, yes!" she gasped.
"You ain't gonna be like the other little bitch. She fought me all the time. Nearly scratched my eyes out before I finally knocked 'er a good one. Man, she was kinda ass on the fuckin' side. But still felt good when I fucked 'er good and hard."
Marie could only imagine poor Kathy being pummeled to the ground and brutally fucked by this animal.
"No, I'll be good," Marie groaned, looking down again at the silver forest of steely points beneath her. She could almost feel them piercing her flesh.
"Good. You can start with my dick. Get your mouth open and start suckin' hard," Jack said, reaching down and pulling his fly a open.
Marie watched helplessly, hopelessly as the big stud pulled out a semi-rigid cock and started fingering his prickshaft until his cock stood hard and hot in front of her mouth. She had never even thought about doing something like this before. Oh, some of the girls at school had mentioned doing stuff like this. But Marie had always disapproved of their conversations. Now she saw she was going to do this distasteful thing.
"Come on, baby, get that mouth wrapped around my cock."
Jack wrapped his fingers more tightly around her long blonde strands, pulling them up so hard Marie felt several tear free of her scalp. The pain was bad enough. But then came that gagging prick!
Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes closing as the girl felt the hard, hot cock slide over the top of her tongue. Marie nearly gagged! She had never had something that big, that hot ii her mouth before. And she was sliding his cock in all at once. There was no time for her to get used to its size. Jack hunched forward, moving his feet jerkily toward her, his body shuddering as his prick touched her tonsils.
"Unnfnfnnfnffff!" she gagged.
Marie tried to swallow. But the big stud's cock wouldn't let her. He began pumping his thighs, his balls swinging up and banging against her chin while his crotch hairs brushed up against the insides of her nostrils. Marie tried swallowing again. But again Jack shoved down and forward, his cockhead touching the back of her throat. He slapped her several times, telling her to wriggle her tongue back and forth and suck harder. Marie tried to do as he said. But she couldn't stop thinking about those nails inches away from her bowed body. How her spine ached now! How much longer did they think she could take this kind of torment without breaking down?
Jack shoved down hard, pressing his groan against her face. Marie's nose flattened against his crotch while her mouth filled with all ten inches of his cockmeat. She felt as if she were swimming underwater, and no one had taught her how to breathe. She gagged, trying to pull her head away from him. It was impossible! Jack held her hard, fucking her throat, sliding his prickhead down into her gut!
"Nooooffff!"
"Oh yeahhhh, baby, yeahhh . . . it's real nice feelin' my prick all the way down in your mouth . . . gonna shoot off soon you keep doin' this."
Marie gagged again, feeling the room spinning around her. She couldn't catch her breath. Surely she would choke on this hunk of cockmeat!"
"Okay, man, okay, I'm gonna blow my nuts out if I keep this up," Jack finally said.
Marie sighed with relief. He pulled out of her mouth, rubbing the fat cockhead along her lips. He told her to lick along its length. She had no choice other than to submit to his demand. It was like licking a sucker, she told herself again and again, trying to keep her mind off the chafing ropes binding her wrists and ankles together.
"Ohhh, yeahhh, good little slut, good little bitch. Feels real good havin' that tongue goin' around my rod, touchin' my cockhead. Christ, man, this little Goddamned slut's somethin' else."
"Yeah, not like her little friend. We gotta teach that slut downstairs some manners, from what you tell me. The bitch here can help. But that's for later. Right now I gotta take care of my dick too."
Gus's voice made Marie cringe. What new horrors were they planning? Jack backed away, stuffing his cock back into his Levi's. Gus took the rope, untying it and slowly lowering the girl into the coffin.
"No, no, don't do this to me! Oh please, please, please!"
Marie's frantic whimpers were ignored. Gus only smiled grimly at the bound teen as her body slipped beneath the edge of the coffin.
She felt the first nail touching her right nipple.
"Yaghghghhghhhh!" Marie screamed.
It was only the start of something far worse, Marie thought. She screamed the top of her lungs, jiggling like mad on the rope. Jerking her head up, she looked bug-eyed at the spikes and could imagine every one of them piercing her flesh. She struggled, the veins standing out on her neck while her wrists and ankles worked against one another. The rope holding her to the pulley assembly above groaned with her bouncing weight.
"No! No! No!"
It was awful, agonizing! Marie stared wild-eyed at the nails, then twisted her head around and begged with tear-stained eyes for Gus to stop. The big stud lowered the rope another inch, then wrapped it around the winch once more. Marie sighed. She could barely feel the razor-sharp points brushing against her thighs. Several of the nails were already touching her nipples. But she managed to arch her torso up a bit to keep them from the nails.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's nice, real nice," Gus said, peering into the coffin and seeing just how close the girl was to the steel.
"Oh please, take me out, please . . . "
Marie's words died on her lips. There was no way Gus was going to free her from this-not until he had had his pleasure with her.
"Gonna fuck 'er like this?"
"It's a thought," Gus answered, running his right hand over her asscheeks.
Marie could imagine him fucking her, slipping his cock into her cunt or asshole while her body dangled dangerously over the nails. The forward fuck thrusts would push her flesh against the nails surely. He'd kill her while fucking her half to death with his fat prick. Marie trembled, and yet found one part of her body responding to the thought. Once more, the girl found herself smiling. What on earth was wrong with her? The teen shook her head as if she could push out the disturbing thoughts from her mind.
"But she ain't seen what else this little mother can do," Gus said.
Marie trembled as she felt the flat of his hand smoothing over her asscheeks. One of his fingers strayed into the hot sweaty crack, brushing up against her cuntlips, then straying back farther until the nail was touching her shitter. The girl sucked a ragged breath and held it, the room swimming in front of her eyes. Gus stiffened the finger, pushing it down and into the tight little shitter until the second joint was buried.
"Yooowwwwww!" she screamed.
Marie made a face, the blood draining from her cheeks as she felt the digit scraping along the silky lining of her bowels. Her body twitched on the rope once more, her tits swinging along the nails. More than one nail poked her big tits, making the girl tremble in terror and try to regain some control of herself.
Gus was laughing at her once more, twisting his finger around and around in her shitter until the girl thought she would come unglued. How weird it was having a man's finger up her ass! Hot, spicy feelings shot out from her ass and pierced her clit. Marie ground her teeth together, trying to keep her body from bouncing against the nails. It was so hard to do!
"Don't like that, do you, baby? We got more for you. Turn on the fuckin' switch," Gus said.
Jack moved around behind the coffin. In a moment Marie heard a clicking sound followed by a steady humming. A tingling invaded her tits. She realized that the men had somehow electrified these nails. Several of the spikes were sending current into her body through her tits right now.
"No! Oh God, no, no, no!" Marie sobbed out her horror and pain, jerking her head from one side to the other, her long blonde hair whipping across the nails. Gus pulled his finger halfway out, then shot it back in, the nail biting the slick walls of her bowels once more.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Marie groaned.
The rope was stretching from her bouncing weight. More of the nails began touching her body. Tingling sensations traveled over her flesh, making the girl cry out. The nails would surely cut her to ribbons!
"Go down a little more, baby!" Gus was actually shoving her down into the coffin now with his free hand!
Marie screamed, the nails nearly piercing her flesh, the electricity making her teeth chatter against one another! His finger inside her ass was soon joined by another digit. He was twisting them around and around, fucking her asshole while forcing her down into the coffin and against the electrified nails.
"No!" Marie yelled.
A third finger was shoved into her shitter! Marie thought he was going to shove his whole fist into her asshole! She let out several barking sounds, choking on her own saliva. With his free hand Gus slapped her hard across the lower back.
Marie's body shot down, several of the nails poking into her skin. She tossed her head from side to side, thinking she would surely die or at least go mad from all this sensation.
"Yeah, yeahh . . . " Gus pulled his fingers n out with a slick pop, signaling to Jack to haul Marie from the coffin.
The girl let out a sigh of relief as she felt the rope tensing around her ankles and wrists. Slowly, agonizingly, Marie was hauled from the coffin, swung around, then dropped to the floor.
"Ohhhh . --. . " she moaned weakly.
Marie was so tired, so exhausted from her ordeal. But she knew they wouldn't let her go. Jack bent down, quickly untying the ropes holding her legs to her wrists. Marie let out a grateful moan, letting her body relax while they took the remaining ropes off. She kept her belly pressed to the floor, hoping Gus and Jack had grown tired of their games and would let her go back to her cell where she could think of escape.
"Lick my boots, baby. Lick 'em and then maybe we'll let you go to the cell again," Gus said softly.
Gus's order made her sick. But Marie knew she had no choice. Glancing up, she saw him crooking his finger at her. With a groan, she got to her hands and knees, moving like a bitch dog toward the two men. She eyed the coffin warily, her tits hanging heavily from her upper chest. If she wasn't good, perhaps they would swing her back over that horrid device. The next time they might let her go all the way.
There would be no way anyone would find her body once they buried her somewhere out here. The thought of being murdered in some horrid way sent shivers racing through her body, and hurried the girl along the flagstone floor.
"That's it, baby, scrub 'em up clean .I wanna see that tongue workin' on the leather." Gus was working his cock through his Levi's, watching with interest as Marie approached him.
Bending down, she began scrubbing the tops of his boots with her tongue. The dust and grime collecting quickly on her tongue was horrible! She thought she would vomit more than once, holding her belly hard with her hands. But she fought down the bile, again dropping her head and lapping her tongue around and around the filthy leather.
"Good bitch, good . . . "
Marie worked from the toes toward the heels, the clean space on his boots fanning out like a river delta. She moved her tongue to the left, then to the right, scrubbing her tongue up toward the tops of the boots, then back to the toes.
"That's it, that's it lick 'em up good. Polish 'em with your fuckin' tongue."
Her knees were starting to hurt. Marie licked on, her nails clicking against the cold, hard floor. She looked up, hoping she would see some sign of respite in the men's eyes. There was none.
"That's enough, baby. Come on, gotta give you your midnight fuck before you go to sleep."
"No, please, not that! You've done enough to me! Oh, please . . . "
She thought of Jack's cock sliding into her mouth, nearly popping off in her throat. She could imagine choking on his jizz while his prick pumped hard and hot into her throat! And now they were going to fuck her? They were going to fuck her after having tormented her this way?
"Turn off the fuckin' switch on the coffin, then come over here," Gus ordered Jack.
In a moment, Gus was near her, nudging her ribs with the toe of his boot. When Marie didn't respond quickly enough, he kicked her hard, the boot knocking the wind out of her.
Marie doubled over, clutching her belly while her knees jerked up nearly to her chin. The pain was terrible! He kicked her again, placing his heel right up against her asscrack and hammering it down again and again until Marie nearly fainted from the pain.
"Yes, all right," she gasped.
With a sob, the girl turned around, wondering what new pain awaited her.
CHAPTER SIX
Gus fucked her brutally, cruelly. While Jack was switching off the electricity to the nails in the coffin, Gus was mounting Marie. He had her twisted around onto her spine. His Levi's had been shoved to the ground. The girl begged him to leave her alone. Her pussy was still sore from the savage fuck he had given her earlier.
"Can't take me in the cunt again, eh, baby?" Gus smirked. He held her by the hair, pulling and tugging while hot tears rushed from her eyes and stained her cheeks. "No, no!"
It was so awful. It was a nightmare coming true! Gus was so tall and heavy. When he sprawled on top of her now, he knocked the wind from her. She could feel his prick gouging along her inner thighs, poking up toward her cunt. Marie let out a cry, scratching her nails along his restraining arms.
"You don't want this, do you, baby? You don't wanna get fucked in the pussy?"
"No, no," she sobbed.
"Then let's try somewhere else."
Gus pulled back, slapping her hard across the face.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Marie knew she should not have resisted him. But how could she lie to the big man? Surely he would have seen the denial in her eyes when he fucked her.
"Gimme that shit in the drawer-the ball and gag."
Jack obliged his buddy, handling him a red latex ball with two straps hanging from its sides. The straps were of black leather and were approximately an inch wide, completed by a buckle at one end.
"Open up. I'm tired of all the yappin', " Gus ordered.
Marie did as she was told, nearly gagging as he inserted the red rubber ball into her mouth. He pushed the thing past her front teeth. For a moment, the girl wondered if he was going to shove it down as hard and far as Jack's cockhead had gone. Then, tugging on the straps, Gus wrapped it around her skull, affixing the two straps together with the buckle. Marie swallowed, glad she could at least do that. She began breathing heavily, her nerves frazzling as she wondered what was coming next.
"Over, baby. You liked hidin' your pussy so much from me. Now you're gonna be on your belly so's you don't have to worry about that."
He twisted her around cruelly, flattening her body against the floor. Marie wanted to cry out, especially when he braced one knee between her shoulder blades and pressed down hard. But the gag had done its job. She could only make muffled sounds while the latex worked back even farther than before. Remembering the choking sensation she had had when Jack had fucked her mouth with his prick, the girl calmed herself.
"Better," Gus said.
His hands started crawling around her thighs, working around to her pussy. Strangely enough. Marie could feel the pit of her belly melting, flowing down into her cunt. She was coming unglued, all the torment having done something to her. Jack, Gus, the coffin with nails, the ropes-everything was turning her on. She couldn't just sit in a huddle like Kathy and moan about how cruel life had suddenly turned. Now, bound and strapped, she found a strange kind of joy in what Gus and Jack were doing to her.
"Man, this little number's hot as a mink. She wants to get fucked bad . . . just like last time," Gus said.
"Yeah? Then maybe she can finish off my prick." Jack added, pulling off his white cotton t-shirt, then sliding his Levi's down.
Both men were stripped in a moment, Gus having crawled back down and now letting his hands wander freely over her asscheeks. She felt his thumbs creasing the flesh of her asscheeks, pulling them apart. Marie remembered how oddly delicious and threatening his fingers had felt twisting around in her asshole. She wondered if he were going to do that again.
"Fuck 'er in the ass, man," Jack said.
Jack's command sent more rills of fear rushing through her. And then Marie felt Gus's mustache brushing against the innermost curves of her flesh, arousing her as nothing had before. She began backing her ass up, actually feeding Gus more of her shitter while his fingers slid around her hip bones and touched her cunt.
Marie felt his knees pressing down hard against the backs of her legs. Her muscles knotted painfully, but the gag was keeping her quiet and still. Gus slid on top of her, his full weight crushing her to the floor. Marie let out a groan, biting down hard on the ball. Gus grunted in returned. She arched her back slightly, actually looking for Gus's prick.
"Take it!"
It was unbelievable! With a sudden, knife-piercing shot of pain, the head of his cock found her ass. Marie shouted through the rubber gag, tears spouting to her eyes. She felt the blunt prickhead pressed hard against her spit-slicked asshole, trying to wedge in. Her ass muscles were tightening, trying to keep the awful intruder out. But Gus was strong, arching his body down, pressing his hands against her body while hitting her with his arms.
"Loosen up, Goddamn you, or I'm gonna split you in two."
To add to his threat, the big man moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing her nipples so hard Marie nearly pissed on the floor from pain. She felt that fat prick actually bending up against her asscheeks. She screamed louder, to the ball gag nearly rolling back to her throat. The girl thought her shitter was being ripped open with a blunt instrument.
"Ohhh, man, she's doin' it. Man, she's get-tin' good and loose down there," Gus panted, giving his buddy a weak smile before going in.
Marie thought she would die with pain and shame. It was true! He was fucking her in the ass, reaching around and tearing out more strands of her cunt-hairs while fucking her shitter with his prick. It was like having a baseball bat wedged between her asscheeks, spreading them apart until her stomach hurt. The muscles all around her stretched asshole felt as if they were tearing.
"Uhhhh!" Marie grunted.
And what was just as bad, perhaps worse, was that she wanted to feel the hard intrusion. Oh yes, as much as she had denied it earlier, now Marie wanted to get fucked. She wanted to have that cock splitting her.
"Oofoofofoofffff!" Marie gasped as Gus fucked forward.
Marie felt the awful slickness of his cock entering her asshole.
"Move that butt, baby," Gus said, slapping her ass hard, then knocking one fist against the back of her head.
From the tone of his voice, Marie knew she had to comply quickly. She moved her ass ll from left to right as sensuously as she could. The slow invasion of the hard cockmeat into her shitter hurt her terribly. The girl sucked in air through her nostrils with wheezing, whistling sounds. Her cheeks reddened while beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, dripping down onto her cheeks. Gus was panting behind her, swearing at her, hitting her again and again when she stopped moving her ass the way he liked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it."
Gus let go of her hip. She felt her tits being pinched once more by his fingers. The girl squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired overhang of his belly, hoping that that move would please him.
"Oh yeah, yeah, get into it, baby, move that butt."
His cock was splitting her wide open. She could feel the pain radiating out from her asshole to the outer curves of her asscheeks. Then the pain shot into her belly, making her muscles convulse. More than once, the girl thought she would pass out from the sheer agony of having that man's prick in her ass. But something kept her going. Something had kept her conscious, drinking in the awful sensations and actually looking for more!
His cock seemed to go on forever! Was there no end? The girl whimpered, clenching her fists, begging him in her gagged voice to stop. Of course Gus would hear of no such thing. He pushed on, his hands kneading her ass-flesh now, then sliding back to her tits where he pinched and rolled her aroused nipples.
Marie felt some easing of the pressure in her asshole as her ass-ring finally gave way, admitting the long thick cock.
Gus sighed, shoving down all the way.
How weird it was taking a man this way! Up the ass! No one, not even the "fast" girls at school, had told her anything about this. She shivered with the weird sensation of having something that hot and stiff up her asshole. Gus was enjoying the sensation too, beating his fists against the back of her head, then slowly pulling his prick out from her shitter.
It was as if he were ripping out a handful of her ass guts. The obscene vacuum did strange things to her, making the girl jerk her ass up in the air as if she didn't want to lose one inch of his prick.
"Back in, man."
In and out. In and out. He began fucking her ass as he had fucked her cunt before. His body flattened her asscheeks with each forward fuck thrust. The sliding of that cock as it chugged deeper in her guts sent shivery thrills racing through her body. That thick bar of cockmeat in her ass was fucking deeper and deeper, sending more streamers of wild need into her brain. In spite of the pain, Marie wanted more of that cockmeat in her ass. She wished in some ways his prick was bigger. She could die that way, killed by getting fucked in the ass with a prick.
"Man, oh man," Gus gasped.
Marie could feel sweat dripping down from Gus's forehead, splattering on her back. She chewed down on the latex ball again. It was preventing her from screaming out her humiliation and her joy at being fucked this way.
Marie didn't care how much he hurt her now. She didn't care just how hard he fucked her. He could knock the wind from her lungs with his prick and balls. She loved the way he fucked back and forth, gradually speeding his fuck strokes until Marie thought her asshole would catch fire from the speed. The girl could feel more cunt-juice oozing from her hole, slicking down her thighs as he fucked hard and fast.
The fat, stiff bar of cockmeat in her ass slowed down for a second. Then, with a sweaty slap of his muscular belly on her asscheeks, Gus fucked down deep and hard. The kink of her bowels hurt her terribly. Marie thought she could feel the lining all but ready to tear loose. That thought accelerated the vulgar thrills building in her clenching ass. Marie wanted everything to happen at once.
"Fuck!" Jack cried from the side.
Gus let out a grunt, then fucked his prick deep in her ass. Marie thought she had come unglued. His prick hit her like a freight train. She screamed, feeling the rush of his cum splattering against her asshole.
The thick globs of cum burned into her shutter lining. Twisting and writhing under Gus's belly, Marie beat her thighs as best she could against the floor. Oh, oh, if only she could cum! If only she could bring herself off! But Gus was too involved with his own climax to worry about her.
He fucked deeper in her asshole, then left his prick there, the cockhead spurting out more and more jizz until she thought she could taste spunk coming up into her mouth. He had threatened her with that once. Was it now happening?
Her cuntal walls twisted together from the intense excitement, the pressure building and building. But there was nothing to push her off. Gus kept making small jerking, fucking movements until his balls were finally emptied of their heavy load.
Marie lay defeated on the concrete floor. He had humiliated her completely, fucking her hard in the ass, then filling her shitter with his as jizz. Gus bent down and bit hard against the nape of her neck.
Yes, he had fucked her, but had still left her dangling in the air-a young woman unsatisfied. Marie clenched her eyes shut, her knees knocking heavily against one another while her clit throbbed. She chewed down on the latex ball, swallowing her own spit. Oh, if she could talk she would have begged one of them to help her. Yes, she would have rolled over like a bitch and spread her legs, hoping one of them would take care of her needs.
"Man, you shot the little bitch full," Jack said admiringly as Gus staggered to his feet.
A thick bubbly stream of cum oozed from her stretched asshole, dribbling down her cunt.
"Looks like she'd like another shot at it, man," Gus said.
"Fuck, man, my cock's about to bust out," Jack said, cupping his crotch. He rocked forward on his toes, hunching his crotch against his fingers while he watched Marie crawl obscenely on the floor.
"Come on, bitch, beg for it," Gus said, raising one booted foot and placing the heel against her forehead.
Marie groaned, shaking her head up and down. She wanted that prick Jack was holding through his Levi's. Dear God, she wanted it so badly!
"Come on, beg!" he repeated.
The girl cried out wildly, desperately trying to make herself understood through the latex ball. But the large sphere kept her from pronouncing her words. She nearly wept as the blast furnace in her cunt grew. Gus was having a field day with her, stepping on the small of her neck, pressing his boot down until she thought he would surely crack her small bones. Once, he moved around, raising his foot and shoving the booted toe into her asscrack. Marie let out a squawk, her knees shooting forward and to either side of her hips while she jerked forard on her chin. Again he snapped his toe into her asscheeks, sending the girl careening forward. She groaned, pressing one cheek against the cold floor while he worked that awful toe into her shitter.
"Go get her, man. She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna scald your dick," Gus said.
Jack wasted no time. Marie felt him grab her by the shoulders and spin her around, her head striking the hard floor with a thud.
"Go for it, bitch," he told her.
Reaching down, he cupped her pussy, rubbing his thumb hard up and down the sloppy crease. He smiled, seeing just how hot and wet she was. Marie still stared at him with terror. But that horror was quickly replaced by the delight she knew she would have in a second.
Jack pulled down his pants, flinging himself onto her belly. He pried her legs apart with those rough fingers. Marie closed her eyes again, tears oozing from under the closed lids. Her mouth was still pried open by that ball. The girl made grunting little sounds through the sphere, her jaw tightening when she felt his cock rubbing up against her belly. He was telling her how he was going to fuck her, how he was going to drive her crazy with his prick.
And then he lurched forward, his strong fingers curling around her shoulders and holding her down. She felt his hot spongy cockhead splitting through the mass of her tangled wet blonde cunt-hairs. In a second, his prickshaft was burrowing down into her body, scratching that tantalizing itch, driving the girl mad.
Marie thought she had died and gone to heaven. The force of Jack's violent fuck was sending shock waves through her cunt. He was all the way in her fuck hole, fucking back and forth, riding high to make sure her clit got rubbed all the time. Marie held her hands by his hips, feeling his body slam against hers. He fucked her harder, faster!
The scalding pain and the unbelievable pleasure became an immeasurable delight that drove the wind from her. As he fucked her fast, the girl felt herself tightening up. Jack a panted as they collided over and over. Soon, a cry that came from Marie's throat, around the ball gag, was one of unspeakable pleasure rather than one of pain.
"Man, gonna do it . . . gonna blow my balls in this bitch!"
The big stud held her down, fucking hard, his belly slapping hard against Marie's. The teen screamed as loudly as she could as the first hot gouts of cum burned into her pussy. She came and came and came, her cuntal muscles squeezing down on his shooting cock as more jizz filled her like white-hot glue.
Marie had no idea how long their mutual climax had lasted. She realized he was pulling out of her in a moment, his head bent down, his hair dangling in her eyes.
"She's one hell of a lot better than the other one," Jack said. He rose, stumbling around for a while. Long strings of cum dangled from his prickhead.
"Yeah, well, the little slut's gonna have to teach the other one just how to fuck. You sure know what the hell you're doin' for a fuckin' virgin, baby. We'll see what kind of teacher you are," Gus sneered.
Marie could only look at him silently with lust-glazed eyes. Fucked in the ass, then the cunt. Surely she had reached the depths of degradation! What more could they do to her?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marie lay face-down on the floor, her arms stretched in front of her. She had bruised both knees after Gus and Jack had thrown her back into the cellar stark naked. Kathy had let out a startled shriek as the heavy door banged open, admitting a bright shaft of yellow light. Marie had been half-conscious, her mind still swirling around with the images of having been beaten, roped, and raped twice. Now she felt as if she could sleep for ages though the cold concrete made her arms and legs ache.
"What happened? Oh, oh, what did they do to you?" Kathy asked.
Marie felt a small cold hand fluttering near her face. She sighed, then felt the tears welling up once more to her eyes. Oh, how much like a cheap whore she had acted! Worse! A whore was paid for her actions. She had performed like a trained dog, jumping through whatever hoop Gus and Jack held and loving every second of it. Drawing herself up from the floor, she flung her arms around Kathy and sobbed, her body shaking with her cries.
"Oh, oh, they're going to kill us. I know they're going to kill us," she sobbed, feeling Kathy stiffen in her arms.
"Oh, what did they do?" Kathy repeated, her voice cracking.
Marie managed to bring herself under control, starting slowly, then finishing about the coffin with the nails. She made reference to having been raped in "other places," but decided not to make a full confession. She could feel Kathy trembling more and more as she went on with her story. Finally she stopped, the tears rolling freely down her flushed cheeks.
Kathy drew back, covering her face and rocking her body from side to side. Marie could hear the choked sobs and wished there were something she could do. But she had her own demons to fight.
"It's funny, but I don't think they're gonna keep us here for long," Marie said, feeling brighter about what she'd just said. She straightened, pushing her long blonde hair back. "I think they're gonna let us go."
"Oh, I hope so," Kathy said, clapping her hands together.
The to girls hugged one another, finally falling asleep, cradled in each other's arms. Marie's sleep was troubled. Images of Gus and Jack chasing her, their cocks sticking straight out, haunt her dreams. Then she saw herself being roped and chained, her body beaten, abused while the men laughed at her.
After some time she awoke with a start. Kathy had already risen and was sitting bolt upright next to her. There was some light in the room. Marie shook her head, aware the door had been opened once more. Her heart sank as she saw Gus and Jack standing in the doorway.
"Take 'em," Gus said.
Kathy scooted back, terror in her eyes. She crossed her hands over her tits as Jack approached her. He grinned hellishly, bending over at the waist and clapping his big hands in front of her.
"Come on, baby. We're gonna score again. Won't that be groovy, feelin' my big dick sliding into your cunt?" Jack said.
"Oh no, no, help, help me, Marie!"
"Ain't nothin, the cunt can do for you, baby. She's got problems of her own. Come on, come on and come to oP Jack."
Kathy twisted around, scrambling to her feet and stumbling toward the back of the cell. Jack ran past Marie, hitting her with his knee and knocking her back to the flagstone floor. The blonde teen sprawled forward while Jack cornered Kathy. The girl ran left and right, making small animal sounds, her rounded eyes focused on the big man who by now had spread his hands out to block her escape.
"Come on, baby, come on and take my dick. Oh yeahhhhh, it felt real good back there in the car. But it's gonna be a lot nicer in here." '
"No! No!"
The space for Kathy to run around in grew smaller and smaller. She wailed, pressing her asscheeks against the wall, moving her head back until her skull pressed hard against the stones. Jack move up to her quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Nooooo!" The girl shrieked, her voice bouncing off the cellar stones.
Jack raised one hand high, bringing it down hard against one cheek, then backhanding her with his knuckles.
Kathy's body rolled to one side, then sank to the floor. She clawed at the walls for support, her nails scraping along the cold stones. Marie raised her head, watching her newly found friend falling at Jack's feet. The big stud rubbed the toe of his boot against her chin, laughing at her fear and distress.
"Yeah, she probably won't be as good as this one over here," he said, nodding in Marie's direction. "But the idea of havin' somebody wriggling' under me who don't want cock is a turn-on."
Kathy groaned again. Marie watched helplessly as Jack scooped Kathy off the floor and dragged her like a sack from the room.
"You too, bitch. You ain't gonna get outta this for nothin'. "
Marie hadn't thought so. She rose, her muscles aching painfully from her former torment. There wasn't a shred of clothing she could use to cover her body. Shamed, the girl crossed her hands again, protecting her cunt and tits as she passed Gus. A sharp slap on her ass was her reward for her modesty.
"Don't have to hide nothin' from me and Jack, baby. We been fuckin' you, so we know what the hell you've got."
Gus marched Marie down the corridor. Kathy was being dragged some ten feet in front of her. At times she could hear the girl pleading for her life, begging Jack not to hurt her. Neither of the men said anything as they marched down to another small room at the rear of the house.
"Strip her," Gus ordered.
Jack shoved Kathy forward roughly between the shoulders. The girl stumbled forward, catching her balance and wheeling around. Jack was on top of her immediately, curling his fingers around her torn work uniform and ripping it from her body.
"No, oh no!" Kathy cried.
The girl looked with horror-stricken eyes at Marie, then back at Jack. She backed away, her ass pushing out as she covered her tits and cunt. Jack pursued her, tearing the rest of the red-and-white-striped dress away before starting on her bra and panties. Desperately Kathy turned around, slapping back at her tormentor. It was useless. Jack hooked his fingers around her bra strap and tore it from her body.
Next came her blue panties, pulled down to her knees with one move. Kathy backed away, crossing her arms, her fingers fanning over her pussy. Marie nearly smiled. She had done the same thing earlier, until she had learned such moves were less than useless.
"Get 'er up on the triangle," Gus suggested, scratching his stubbly chin.
"Better make sure she don't get away," Jack said, nodding at Marie.
Gus nodded in agreement, backing the girl against the wall. There was an open metal collar bolted to the wall, a collar which the stud pushed Marie's neck in, then clamped shut.
It was a tight fit, one that forced the girl to keep her head up high. Any movement would surely cut through to her windpipe. She stood there at attention, her asscheeks flattening against the cold granite wall as she watched Kathy and the others.
"Oh no, no!"
Kathy stared in misery at her friend, then moved back still farther from the two men.
"This ain't the only thing that's gonna happen to you tonight," Gus said, his cock starting to poke up against the front of his Levi's. The excitement was starting to show. "It's just the start, man."
"Stop it!" Kathy cried.
"You think we ought to soften 'er up first with the belt?" Gus suggested, starting to unbuckle the black leather belt holding up his Levi's.
"Naw. I wanna get goin' on this thing. I wanna see the bitch take it good."
"Right. That's goin' for the gusto," Gus agreed, rubbing his prick.
Jack wrapped one arm around the screaming, twisting girl, hauling her under a single pulley suspended from the ceiling. This was another room, another playroom for the two sadists. Just how many rooms did this horrible house hold? It was a regular dungeon!
"No, oh no!"
Jack opened some drawers from a nearby chest, pulling out several lengths of rope and broad leather collars and bands. One of the bands he fastened around Kathy's right wrist while Gus threaded a long length of line through the pulley, dragging it down to Kathy's level. Jack attached the leather band with a hook to the rope, then stepped back while Gus pulled down hard on the line. Kathy's eyes widened as her arm shot high above her head.
Gus pulled a little more, until the girl's arm was stretched high above her head. She looked terrified, staring wide-eyed at Marie.
"Like that, baby? Like havin' your arm stretched a little?" Gus asked.
"I know," Marie murmured, feeling something very warm and tightening stirring deep in her pussy. Only now did the girl fully realize that she was enjoying Kathy's pain and humiliation.
"Go for it, baby," Jack said, admiring the stretched girl.
"And this ain't the half of it," Gus laughed.
"Let her go," Marie muttered unconvincingly, her gaze fastened on Kathy's pussy.
Gus went to the rope again and started pulling once more. Marie watched in shocked fascination. Kathy was twisting on the rope now, her screams growing higher and higher. She rose from the floor, suspended by one wrist. The girl shouted something about her shoulder being dislocated. No one believed her. Jack moved behind her, slapping her again and again on the wrist her wails had become incomprehensible.
"Yaghghhghgh!"
Jack moved around, curling his fingers in her cuntal thicket then pulling out a fistful of her wiry hairs. The girl kicked both legs out, the movement increasing the strain on her wrist and shoulder. Tears spouted from her eyes, running down her cheeks as she twisted left to right on the half-inch line.
"Yeah, nice and helpless . . . just like I like 'em," Jack said, smacking his chops.
Marie struggled with the metal collar, the edges starting to cut into her throat. The broad leather band around Kathy's wrist shone in the bright overhead light as she bounced and jiggled on her rope.
"Let's go for the whole show," Jack said, pulling out more goods from the chest.
Marie watched in fascination as he tightened an anklet around the girl's right ankle, then slipped another around her left wrist. Gus helped, lifting and bending back the victim's leg and fastening the two bands together with a single link. Now the struggling, weeping girl hung from one wrist. Her other wrist and the opposite ankle were joined at the back. Her left foot hung without support, dangling at times, kicking out at others.
Gus moved around and produced a cone of wood. Marie thought perhaps it was pine. A broad base tapering to a rounded point about two inches in diameter was what Marie could make out.
"Here, baby, something for you to stand on."
"Ohhhhh, no, no!" Kathy kicked her foot away.
Jack would have none of that. He shoved the cone under her foot. It was high enough that her foot could find a resting place on its rounded point whenever the girl wanted to. Marie realized at that moment that it might be more painful to rest weight on the cone than to hang by the wrist without support. It would be a cruelly tantalizing problem for Kathy to solve. The girl looked up at the pulley tears'? fully, then down at the cone at her feet.
Marie looked at the grotesquely contorted figure of Kathy dangling there from the ceiling. She could almost feel the tearing pull of Kathy's muscles.
The girl wept and wailed, her body jerking on the long rope. Finally she stopped her sobbing. Jack was behind her, spreading her asscheeks and licking his tongue into her asscrack. The girl moaned.
"Man, nice ass. Could fuck the shit outta this one right now-stick my prick right into her shitter and plow down."
"Later. We still got this bitch to work with," Gus said, nodding at Marie.
The young blonde teen felt her flesh crawl. She had been hoping against hope that they had forgotten about her. Marie now saw they were going to turn their attention to her.
"Oh, Marie, my shoulder and my wrist are on fire!" Kathy wailed. "Oh, Kathy . . . " Marie moaned. The girl's features became drawn, reflecting the pain gradually infecting her body. Marie watched with feelings of pity and interest. From time to time, Kathy would try to relieve her weight by looking for the cone with the one free foot. But that was never for long. When the foot fell away again, she would turn slowly this way and that on the rope holding her. too
After a while, she gave up trying to control her movements. It was obvious that even the smallest movement caused her pain.
"Your turn," Gus told Marie. Gus opened the collar with a key.
Marie stepped forward, raising both hands and rubbing the red, chafed areas around her neck. Again Marie glanced at her helpless friend twisting on the rope, her leg kicking out, seeking the cone, then kicking out again as the pain against her arch became too severe.
"Gonna be my donkey, baby, gonna be my horse," Gus said.
In a moment he produced what at first appeared to be a hopeless tangle of studded leather straps attached in every which way. He spread out the mess, however, and soon Marie was able to see it was a harness of some sort.
"Step into this, baby."
Marie looked around at Kathy, then at the two men. Were they serious? Jack shoved her forward, grabbing the device and draping it over the girl's shoulders. The touch of the cold, smooth leather felt odd against her flesh. Marie straightened her back, turning away from the groaning Kathy.
"Better. This'll help you keep your mind off things," Gus said.
Only now did the girl realize that a six-inch piece of black plastic in the shape of a man's cock was attached to the harness. Gus then pressed the dildo against her cuntlips. Marie stepped back, finding herself pressing against Jack. Neither of them was going to let her get away.
"Easy, easy entry." Gus narrowed his eyes, slipping the dildo carefully into her pussy.
The girl shuddered, feeling the unyielding cold plastic pushing her cunt walls apart. He slipped it all the way in, pressing a latex cup up against her crotch. Next came the long straps-one around her hips, the other just under her thunderous tits. A cross strap running from top to bottom and pressing against her belly attached the two.
"Oh, what are you doing to me?"
"Down, baby, down." Gus forced her to the floor on her hands and knees.
In that position, Marie thought, the dildo was working into her cunt deeper. She shivered, her elbows bowing out a little as the plastic cock pushed down -against her clit. Marie let out a little moan, twisting her head around and staring at her friend. Again Kathy had tried supporting the weight of her body on the cone. But the pain of that point against her left arch was too much. She moaned, nearly kicking the cone away from under her and twisting around until she was facing the opposite direction. Marie was glad. Somehow she didn't want her newly found friend seeing her in this grotesque outfit.
"Ride out, baby." Gus climbed onto her, the weight of his body nearly shattering her spine. Gus grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back.
"Aghghgh!"
"Come on, move it, move around the floor, baby, bitch."
Marie moved slowly, painfully, her knees scraping over the uneven flagstones. The leather pressed in against her flesh, leaving long red marks while Gus slapped her ass loudly.
"You're gonna play around like this for a while, bitch. Come on, be a good fuckin' mare."
Exhausted, Marie found the strength somewhere to carry the heavy maniac around the room, feeling the dry smack of his palm against her ass, wondering when this would end.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Both Gus and Jack played with Marie for nearly an hour. Jack had slipped his belt off, doubling it and smacking her thighs and ass with it while riding her around the cellar. At times, he reached down and played with the dildo, forcing it in and out with small, fucking movements. It was during those times that Marie nearly tumbled to the floor, spilling her human cargo as well. Buzzing flashes began to explode between her white shivering thighs.
And, all the time, Kathy was groaning, twisting around from the ceiling, begging her tormentors to let her down.
"Yeah, okay," Gus finally said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Shamed beyond belief, Marie fell to the floor, the leather straps tugging at her tits and belly. The dildo was fucking in and out of her cunt. Or was that the movement created by her pussy muscles, cramping and milking that plastic prick as if it were the real thing? Marie couldn't think. She only lay there and rutted, hearing the men moving around behind her.
"Get her in the coffin," someone said, though she was in no condition to know whom.
No, not that thing again! She came to life, beating away the fists holding her. But Jack and Gus knocked her hard across the face, sending her, stunned, back to the floor. Marie caught only vague images around her for the next few moments. There was Kathy, watching with horror as she twisted like a hung criminal from the ceiling. She could hear screams, then the sound of something very heavy scraping over the floor to her left. There was movement around her. She felt the dildo coming out from her cunt, her pussylips puckering outward as if they wanted to hold in the horrid thing! Next came off the bridle and saddle that the two men had so carefully slipped over her body.
Marie was pushed back, her legs tangling over one another. She pitched back, striking her head against something very hard.
"No!" Marie croaked.
"Inside, baby. It's nice and warm and dark inside," Jack taunted.
For a second, the girl thought she would feel the nails piercing her flesh. But, no. There was nothing, nothing but the sense of tumbling back into blackness. The lid was shut and Marie found herself trapped in a large box, standing up.
"Uh, what is this?" she whispered to herself, drawing her arms up as much as she could, feeling the sides. It was a case, much large than the one she had been dangled over earlier. There were no nails, just small, tiny openings in the sides through which she could see a little light.
She cried out, fearful of the dark surrounding her. The girl was trapped in there, standing straight with less than six inches of room on either side of her. Marie wondered what they were going to do to her. She couldn't hear anything outside the case for a while. Then there were the sounds of leather smacking hard against flesh, quickly followed by Kathy's wails outside.
"Yghghghhghhh . . . oh no, don't touch me with that again . . . oh noooo . . . yahghghghghhhh!"
Someone was beating Kathy as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling outside. Marie sighed with relief. It was a terrible thing to feel, this relief. But at least Kathy's ordeal gave her some time to relax, to gather her thoughts and her strength for the ordeal sure to follow.
The smacking sounds stopped. Kathy's cries ebbed into sighs and bitter sobs. Marie tensed, her muscles cramping as she heard shuffling footsteps outside the coffin case. That meant they were getting ready for her.
Marie was breathing harder, her tits rising and falling against the wall before her. There was little room front and back to move. The rear of the case flattened out her asscheeks. It was so close in there she could taste her own breath pumping back at her. It was also very warm, growing warmer with each passing moment. Her flesh again took on the sexy sheen of perspiration. Marie tried taking shallow breaths, feeling the need to conserve what oxygen there was in the coffin, forgetting about the air holes. What bizarre thing did those animals have in store for her.
Marie nearly pissed from the anticipation. She would put nothing past those two, nothing beyond what they were capable of. Fear gripped her as a myriad of shadowy possibilities crossed her mind.
A faint scraping sound brought her around. A distant breath of cool air was coming through the needle-slim openings all around her. She sighed, peering down at the barely visible dots of light in the case walls. Before she could assess the latest development, the girl felt something scraping along her thigh. It was a needle, she guessed-something long and sharp. Another one entered the case, this one far closer to her throat. Marie let out a stifled gasp, pressing the back of her head against the casket and twisting to one side.
Were they going to impale her here in the box? She let out another little cry. The needle moved about, searching for her. She could barely see the narrow silhouette. And then it touched the base of her throat, pressing in the flesh against her windpipe. Marie coughed, closing her eyes, praying God her death would be fast.
The needle withdrew. Moving her lips in thankful prayer, Marie could hear another scraping sound, this one somewhat lower. It was touching her cuntlips, pricking them, making her knees knock savagely against one another. Two more needles came in toward her tits. In an instant, the girl felt herself flattening her shoulders against the smooth wood.
Whimpering, she tried drawing her hands to her tits, then back over her pussy.
The needles came too quickly. Both Gus and Jack must be working them together. The terrified girl gasped as her nubs hardened against the cold sharpness. Marie sobbed and gasped.
"Stop it! Oh, please, don't do this to me! Oh no!" Marie cried.
More needles advanced. Her nipples were pinched again and again by the sharp objects. The resulting sensations made her clit stand up and twitch. Even as those needles bit into her tits, other needles were inserted in the air holes. They seemed to be everywhere, pricking her asscheeks, her belly, her cunt. It was a steady attack. The searing pain, the delicious pain sent whorls of delight reeling through her brain.
"Like it, baby?" It was Gus' voice, muffled through the wood.
Marie couldn't answer him if she had wanted to. There was little air enough in the casket to breathe. And there were teeth nibbling at her pussy and clit-or so it seemed. She beat her ass against the back of the coffin, clenching her fingers into tight fists.
The needles seemed to be digging deeper. Their steady probing and poking made the girl sweat, her cuntal nerves tingle. Marie snapped her head back, striking the rear panel of the coffin. The needles were twisting around near her clit now, sending more streamers of delicious pain through to her brain.
"Yaghhghghghh!" she screamed.
Marie bawled, begging for the pain and the terror to stop. Oh, she would have given anything to have those awful straps on her body again. Having Gus and Jack riding her around like a horse, smacking her ass, was nothing compared to the horror they were visiting on her now.
"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned.
Something else was happening also, something that the leather harness and Kathy's torment had begun. She felt she had to be. fucked again. God in heaven help her, but she felt she had to have something in her cunt. The thought, as vivid and real as the leather that had caressed her body, filled her mind with wonder. She sagged against the wood in front of her, her breath coming in short pants. Oh yes, she was so hot she thought surely she would burn up.
The door opened suddenly, a burst of cool damp air caressing her skin. Marie tumbled forward, nearly falling on her face. Gus caught her as she fell. Holding her back against the rear of the case, he laughed at her.
"Don't like the dark?"
"What do you want?" no
"What I've wanted all along," he shot back. "Your cunt . . . your ass, any fuckin' other thing you've got to take care of my dick."
"Oh God." Marie wanted to tell him he had it. But that was something the stud already knew.
"Now, do you wanna get fucked, or have your hide blistered up by this fuckin' belt?"
Marie shook her head. She wanted both, but was still too ashamed to cry out for either.
"Get 'er back to the wall," Gus commanded.
Jack took her by the right wrist, dragging the helpless girl back to the iron collar. Twisting her around, he shoved her back, snapping the device tightly around her throat. Marie found herself staring right at Kathy, seeing the girl still twisting around. She had become almost dormant, only a few sounds escaping from her lips. Kathy had her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks and gathering around her chin. Marie trembled, her fingertips pressing against the cinderblocks behind her. Gus had his broad leather belt in front of him, snapping the doubled strap together.
"It don't take much to excite this little slut," Gus smirked. Marie could swear her ass throbbed still ill from the ass fucking she'd received. Glancing down at Gus' trousers, she could almost still feel his prick fucking through her shitter. The belt snapped again in front of her face, breaking her erotic reverie.
"Please, oh no, no, no!" Marie cried.
Why she fought him like this, why she pleaded with the men not to hurt her when all she wanted was the kiss of the leather was something Marie couldn't answer. Perhaps it was a shred of morality in her, clouding her thoughts. She couldn't tell. All the girl knew was that the aching between her legs had grown worse. Again she cast her eyes on the hanging Kathy and felt a rush of excitement fill her pussy.
Breathing hard she saw the shadow of Gus' raised arm cut across her belly. He had let the belt unfold, dangle from his hand. She saw the leather swinging like a pendulum, like her friend Kathy hanging from the ceiling.
"Tell me you like it, baby. Come on, 'fess up. Tell us you dig gettin' hit up like this."
"No!"
Gus hesitated with the belt, his eyes glittering with the prospect of bringing the leather down against her flesh. Marie tightened her fingers into fists once more, pressing them against her thighs. Every nerve ending in her body seemed alive. Then Gus swung the belt
'own hard. It sizzled through the air, aiming right at her body. She screamed, the leather hissing against her flesh, then smacking hard and dry. Marie's wail was matched with Kathy's as the hanging girl witnessed the horror.
"Oh my God, no, don't hit her! Oh God, dear God!" Kathy sobbed.
"Too bad we can't gag that one right now. But I'm too hot to trot on this one to break stride," Gus said.
"Yeah, I wanna watch this fuckin' bitch rut on the belt."
Again the belt came down, cutting a broad red path across her tits. Marie screamed more loudly than before, watching as the belt raised a broad purple welt on her belly flesh.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Marie groaned, feeling the heat spread.
Gus struck again, the beveled edge of the weapon curling around her asscheeks and stinging the flesh there. This beating seemed worse than the former. Why? Was she perhaps more sensitive to the leather? Was she more tired? Or was she more aroused by the beating, her body wanting to enjoy every last second of it, every moment of pain and pleasure?
"No!" Marie cried, more to herself than the man in front of her tormenting her body. She squirmed and whimpered, rubbing her asscheeks against the cold wall behind her.
More blows followed these, everyone stinging her cuntal nerves more and more. Her tiny clit ached and throbbed while Marie jerked hard against the metal collar restraining her. She could hardly catch her breath. Each time she sucked in air, Gus slashed her thighs with his belt, knocking the wind out of her lungs. The blonde teen tried hiding her lust-contorted face from the men. Her asscheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing. Yes, she was hoping for one of them to fuck her in the ass and the other to fuck her in the cunt. Two at once.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, closing her eyes.
"Fuckin' little slut. She turns on whenever I knock her up."
"She's wantin' dick, man. She's wantin' it bad," Jack said, licking his dry lips.
"She'll get it, but she's gonna pay for it," Gus said.
The collar came off. Marie leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing her chafed throat-flesh. She wondered what they would do now. Her pussy ached so badly, twitching and tingling as if a thousand electric needles were pricking her cunt flesh. She trembled, her pussy shivering while the pressure in her cunt swelled.
"Yeah, man, come on, fuck the bitch. Then it'll be my turn again . . . maybe after I get through fillin' that slut's mouth," Jack said, nodding over to Kathy.
Kathy eyed him with horror at those last words, the pain in her arms growing worse as she swung past the wooden cone once more.
Gus reached forward, grabbing Marie's hair and jerking her forward. The girl stumbled up against his body, her lips crushed against his chest. The pain was terrible in her scalp. But he had held her there before, had torn her hair from her skull. He would do it again. But then he would take his pleasure in her cunt, a pleasure she was praying God he would hurry up with.
"Bitch!" Gus spat.
He flung her away, roughly pulling down his Levi's and hauling out his prick. Marie's eyes widened, her knees feeling as if they would give way. No matter how often she had seen his cock, the girl couldn't believe something like that belonged on a man. No. His cock was something for a horse, something that would fuck a mare. His prick was a monstrous cylinder of veins and hard muscles, swollen, with that purplish meaty cockhead throbbing visibly.
Gus sprawled on top of her, jerking her legs apart after having knocked her to the floor. us
Kathy wailed from the ropes, squirming and jerking at her restraints as she watched with growing horror what was happening.
"Animals!" Kathy shrieked, twisting away from the frightening scene.
"Yeah, and this bitch wants what animals can give 'er." Gus reached down, pinning back the swollen labia of Marie's cunt. Quickly he rubbed his cock down the puckered folds, then shoved down-hard.
"Yaghghhfhffff!" Marie sputtered.
Marie's lips were pressed together, the veins standing out in her neck while she arched her back. The girl wallowed her shoulder blades against the hard flagstone, feeling her cuntal muscles clenching down hard on his prick. Oh, it was just like before, only, this time, he was fucking her more brutally. Throwing back her head, Marie felt her clit vibrate like a tautly drawn piece of rubber. She shouted, begging Gus for mercy, hoping secretly he would have none.
"Uh! Uhh! Uhhhh!" Marie grunted, her breath being knocked out with every thrust.
As his cock shoved deeper, Marie felt more and more fuck juice seeping from her velvety lining and slicking down the sides of his cock. Slowly she moved her thighs, rubbing them up against his crashing hips. The two of them, an instant later, were fucking together, their bellies and legs slapping loudly. Gus slapped Marie again and again, calling her filthy names while fucking her pussy.
"Cum, baby, cum with ol' Gus," he whispered in one ear, flicking his tongue in her wax-filled canal.
Her tiny clit stretched with lust while her thighs and belly tightened. His hands were all over, squeezing her nipples, slapping her thighs, her asscheeks, then back to her face. Every nerve ending stung with pleasure and pain.
Marie's eyes widened, the tremors exploding all through her belly, asshole and cunt. She felt the eruption in her clit taking away all her strength. Her asshole winked shut as she felt the initial tremors of Gus' prick. There was no more control. Her tits rolled and slapped wetly together while her belly muscles tightened.
"Cummmmmm!" the girl screamed out her lust, knocking her head again and again against the flagstone floor.
Gus came shortly after she did. His hands gripped her thighs hard, jerking them up off the floor and holding them tightly against his.
"Uhhhhh . . . man, I'm fillin' up this little slut with my jizz!" Gus groaned.
Again, Marie felt Gus' cum spattering against her cuntal walls. This time her shameful reaction had been witnessed by
Kathy. The hanging girl stared wide-eyed at her, shivering as Gus pulled his prick from her cunt. There would be more, Marie thought, much more. And Kathy would be one of the stars this time, she guessed. Poor, poor Kathy.
CHAPTER NINE
"I call it a water tickler," Gus said, standing next to Jack with his arms folded tightly across his chest.
The young stud turned his head and stared at Marie. She was feeling dizzy from her ordeal. Cum still oozed from her pussy while her clit stung and throbbed whenever she stared in Gus' direction. The maniac had turned her into a whore, and he was pushing her further in that direction with every passing second.
Kathy leaned up against Marie, still shivering with terror. The men had finally taken her down from her rope, unfastening the bands that had contorted her body in that wretched position. She rubbed her wrists together, shuddering as she looked at the strange device standing in front of her. Jack had dragged it in from somewhere else in the house.
"You girls are gonna love it. Besides, it takes care of those cunts. Gonna wash 'em out," Jack added, laughing at Marie and Kathy.
It was the oddest thing Marie had seen in a long time. It was a kind of bicycle apparatus, looking like two exercycles facing one another, several lengths of opaque plastic tubing running from one seat to the other. What appeared to be several tanks were strapped to the sides of the dual exercycles. What caught Marie's attention first, however, was a long silver dildo extending up from each seat, several holes having been punctured in them.
"I think you're gonna like this." Jack said.
Gus took Marie by the right arm, guiding her firmly over to the right bicycle. Kathy's teeth chattered as Jack took her more roughly, dragging her over to the other cycle.
"Now sit," Gus ordered, nodding his head at the seat.
Gingerly Marie climbed aboard, resting her pert little ass on the seat behind the metal dildo. The touch of that thing against her still-warm cunt made her shiver.
"I don't mean in front of the fucker. I want your cunt wrapped around this mother."
Marie felt him loop one arm around her waist, raising her above the seat. He moved her body forward, centering her fuzzy cunt-hole over the silver spear before slowly lowering her again to the seat. Marie shivered, her feet kicking out from the pedals while her body rocked hard against Gus'. It was so cold, so stiff! Her cuntlips shrank back from the shivery touch of that dildo while her pussy walls trembled at the touch. Again, she shot back her head, shivering mightily against the big stud. But Marie knew there would be no respite. He and Jack had dragged this strange contraption in, and they would stand there until the girls suffered through it.
"No, ohhhh, it's so cold!" Marie protested.
Marie felt her cuntal walls shrinking, then tightening around the odd intrusion. This was supposed to be exciting? It was almost like having a gynecologist's rubber-clad finger sliding in and out of her cunthole.
"No, oh please!" Kathy cried.
Kathy was struggling harder, kicking back at Jack, then at the machine. Jack only laughed at the girl's useless attempts at freedom, finally swinging her over the handlebars and centering her pussy right over the dildo. Gradually, he settled her cunt over the hard bright steel cock.
Kathy accepted her fate less readily than did Marie. Her face grimaced, the blood rushing down from her cheeks. Her mouth twisted in an expression of agony as her pussy wrapped itself around the metal spike. Finally she stopped her fighting, moaning softly while leaning forward heavily against the handlebars. Jack had had his way.
"That's better," Jack commented.
"Now," Gus went on, "this is just to make sure you girls don't have any ideas about sliding off when the going gets a little rough."
More cuffs, more restraints! These were soldered to the handlebars. Both Jack and Gus slipped them around Kathy's and Marie's wrists, firmly trapping them on the odd bicycles. Marie moved her ass a little against the black plastic seat, feeling her cunt warming up the metal dildo. She looked at Gus. Her cunt started to throb rather pleasantly against the pseudo prick.
"Okay, slut, her tickler's connected through a tube to your water tank through the wheel," Gus said to Marie, moving his finger along in a straight line to show the direction.
Marie was starting to get an idea of what was about to happen. "Oh, my God!"
"And vice versa," Gus continued. "We filled the tanks while you cunts were moanin' around back there. So, when she moves her wheel with the pedals, water is gonna shoot out of the rod shoved up your cunt. Watch."
Gus bent down and turned Kathy's wheel a few inches. Marie stiffened, her eyes widening while her knees shot apart. Her ass tightened as she felt a pleasant spray of warm water spattering up against her cuntal walls. He turned the wheel again and more water shot out, this time some of it oozing out and trickling to the floor. A small six-inch drain was nearby to collect any excess water.
"We ain't tried this before. Heard it really turns the gals on when you use it right. Of course," Gus said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "I've heard there've been bad accidents with this."
"Accidents?"
Marie's mouth dropped open. Once again they would have to fight for their lives in front of their tormentors.
"Don't worry. Come on, let's get goin' on this thing," Gus said.
No. She wouldn't do it. Marie set her teeth together. They weren't going to make her torment this poor girl who had been through enough already.
"Stubborn, eh? You've been through shit, and you wanna go through more? Okay, bitch," Gus said.
Gus curled his fingers into a fist, pulling it back, then plunging it into Marie's belly. The girl shot back, nearly falling off the cycle. Only the cuffs restraining her wrists to the handlebars kept her perched on the cycle. It felt as if he had bruised some internal organs. The blonde pitched forward, her head down, her hair curtaining her flushed face as she fought for air.
"Gonna pedal now?" Gus asked, grinning.
Marie bobbed her head up and down, tensing her legs and shoving the pedal down hard. She could hear Kathy suck in a hissing breath opposite her. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she looked forward. Kathy was stiff, her eyes wide, her mouth half-opened while her fingers were gripping the handlebars hard.
Between her legs Marie could see small beads of water hanging from her flesh.
"Come on, baby. Come on and give your friend a little taste of her own medicine."
Jack walked over to Kathy and slapped her across the face. The girl cried out, jerking her feet forward and sending a hot torrent of water cascading into Marie's pussy.
Marie jumped an inch off the plastic bicycle seat, her knees snapping together and hitting the metal supports of the cycle. It was odd having that water shooting into her pussy, tickling her cunt. Her arms knotted up in cramping muscles while her toes curled against the hard pedals. There was no escape. She knew they would have to move their pedals to please the men. But Marie silently vowed she would keep the movement slow. She wasn't going to give them the pleasure they wanted. Besides, there couldn't be too much harm in the pleasant feelings slowly overtaking her.
"Uhhhh . . . " Marie moaned.
Kathy must have thought the same thing. She began pedaling slowly as well. In a moment, Marie shifted her position again on the seat, feeling her clit start to swell from both the intrusion in her pussy and the spraying sensation deep in her cunt. It was almost like having a tongue rimming her, flicking deep in her cunt while kissing and sucking on her outer pussy lips.
"Ohhhh, Marie . . . " Kathy had lost her former horror at the situation.
Kathy was beginning to increase her pedaling speed, closing her eyes and tightening her grip on the handlebars. Gus and Jack were grinning from ear to ear as they watched the two slutty girls.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . no, please don't," Marie begged her friend.
But Kathy seemed out of earshot now. She was in her own world, her knees rising and falling more rapidly as she pumped harder. Marie stiffened, feeling the water flooding her cunt. It packed down, teasing her clit before spraying out to the floor and gurgling down the drain.
"Come on, baby, give your friend what she deserves," Gus taunted Marie.
The blonde teen obliged, increasing her speed and seeing Kathy pitch forward on the cycle. The excitement deep in her cunt was growing with the increased intensity of the spraying water. The liquid was so hot. There were times when Marie thought the water was going to boil her cunt. But the heat was so pleasant-just what she needed to cum again. The girl ground her teeth against one another, compressing her lips as she pedaled for all she was worth.
Marie snapped her head back. Her muscles knotted and pressed out against her sweaty flesh as she applied more speed. Her ass bounced off the seat several times. It was apparent she was fucking herself, driving that metal spike deeper and deeper, letting its rounded head nudge her cuntal walls while: more and more of the hot spray shot into her pussy. She was loving every second of it now, jerking against the dildo, her tits flopping up and down and slapping together. The stinging water made her clit sing.
Kathy too was growing more and more excited. Peering through heavy-lidded eyes, Marie could see her friend turning onto the scene. The girl rolled from side to side, her ass rising and falling on the seat as was Marie's. Her knees flew up and down, her feet moving the wheel faster and faster. Soon the room echoed with the whirring sound of the cycles and the studied groans on the aroused women. More and more water sprayed from their hot cunts, gurgling down the overloaded drain.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, oh God, it's so good, so goooood!" Marie cried.
Marie couldn't keep still, couldn't keep quiet. She bounced like a wild woman on the seat, closing her eyes and smacking her bare ass against the plastic cycle. More. She wanted and needed more. It was nothing different. She had always needed more prick once her pussy had been aroused. Now Kathy seemed to be obliging her, jerking her body up and down against the spraying rod while feeding more hot water into her friend's pussy.
"Uhhhh . . . oh, Kathy, you're going to boil my pussy!"
The words had no effect on Kathy. Marie stared forward, trying to catch Kathy's attention. Didn't know she was pedaling too fast? Didn't know she might hurt her with that speed? But the pretty young girl was staring vacantly through half-closed eyes. Rhythmically her body rocked from side to side, her fingers tapping out some hidden rhythm against the handlebars. No longer did either girl try to get off the cycle. They were trapped by their own sexuality as the wheels whirred about.
"We're gonna have to reload those tanks, they keep it up this way," Jack observed dryly.
"Don't worry. They're close to shootin' off. We got over thirty gallons in each tank. That'd blow 'em apart if they used it all."
"Guess you're right," Jack responded, fondling his prick through his Levi's.
Marie was rocking heavily now, thinking her body was going to swell up and explode from the pressure building in her cunt and belly. Her cunt was pulsing like a festering wound. Water sprayed out of her cunt as if it were a lawn sprinkler. The girl didn't know how much longer she could endure something like this before cumming. The odd device had given her a new wind, instilled a new life in her as she bounced on the spraying rod.
Kathy was going a little crazy in front of her. She was twisting her body on the seat now, bucking and yelping like some sort of crazy animal while she fucked herself on the rod.
As Marie's sexual arousal grew and grew, she found herself pumping the pedals faster. The increased speed sent a torrent of hot water shooting into Kathy's convulsing cunt. The girl nearly rose straight up from her seat at one point, her ass angled out, her tits hanging forward. How red and bloated her nipples were! The girl opened her mouth now, letting out strangled sounds, then babbling in some terrible private language of hers! It was something to see Kathy in rut! The girl seemed to change completely. It was as if Marie were staring at a total stranger as the girl bounced her ass frantically against the plastic cycle seat. Again and again she stabbed the spraying metal cock into her cunt, rocking forward, making sure her clit rubbed constantly against the holed, slick surface.
"Uhhh . . . can't hold back," Kathy groaned, snapping her head from one side to the other.
"Go for it, baby. Come on, go for it. I wanna see you cum that way," Jack said.
"Yeah, the little bitch's just about as hot as this one."
"Never would've thought so, the way she kept fightin' me off. But man," Jack said, staring at her with widening eyes. "Man, she's somethin' else with this machine. Guess she just needed a little loosenin' up."
The two men laughed at the remark as the girls jerked and bounced against the spraying rods. Marie could feel herself just on the brink of climax. That white-hot moment of joy was only a few seconds away. There would be no way she could hide her coming climax from these leering men. They could tell the way her skin was glowing, the way her nipples were so hard and red, and the way she was groaning that she was going to cum.
Marie fought down the desire to climax once more. But, in spite of her will to prolong this ecstasy, she could feel her thighs start to roll and jerk with the rhythm of the water-shooting prick as if she were fucking Gus's cock beneath her. As her body jerked with pleasure, she pumped harder and faster. For a few moments the girl wondered if the machines would come apart from the speed they were being pedaled at. The chains slapped against the guards while the water shot out at a tremendous rate. The girls were wailing like the damned, their heads bobbing and twisting about while their feet nearly slid off the pedals several times.
Marie couldn't keep her ass on the seat any longer. She was fucking herself like a wild woman, beating her asscheeks hard against the sweat-damp seat while feeling the rounded tip of the dildo poking hard against her pussy lining. Looking up at Kathy, she could tell the girl was going to cum. The teen stared back, smiling grimly.
"Cummmmmm!" Kathy cried.
Her voice was cracked and hollow. Kathy began swaying from side to side, her body twitching as if someone had touched her with electricity. It was incredible. The fucking machine was just too much for them. The steel cocks buried up their cunts pulsed now with an overwhelming intensity, filling each of them with hot, steaming cum-or so it seemed to the frantic girls fucking themselves on them.
Marie heard a distant cry. It was Kathy. Through her blurred eyes she looked at the girl who threw herself back and forth. Long, sticky streams of water shot out from her cunt, thickened by the flow of her own fuck juices. The sight of the girl reaching climax drove Marie over the edge. She pumped wildly as if she were a bike racer, driving water in hot, hard streams into the teen's cunt.
Marie felt the world crashing down around her. She leaned forward, purposely rubbing her clit up and down, up and down against the spraying dildo. It was so good, so shamelessly good. Her feet kept circling around and around, while more and more water sprayed into her pussy. The world exploded into millions of pieces. All she could think of was the stimulation she received against her clit while her cunt spasmed and clenched that unyielding steel cock into her cunthole.
"Ohhh, God, stop, stop!" Kathy begged her friend weakly, slumping onto the handlebars.
Marie felt herself completely drained of any will and strength. Her feet fell off the pedals. She sagged forward, pressing her burning forehead against the handlebars. She felt completely exhausted and spent, her heart thudding hard against her chest as if it were going to burst.
"Man, that was good," Jack said, smacking his lips once more.
"Fuckin' good. Gotta use this mother more times now. It's a real turn-on. You girls got into it, huh?"
Marie raised her head with difficulty.
"Now, will you let us go?"
Her voice was even, studied. Hadn't they had their fun by now? Wasn't it time for release.
"Not yet," Gus shot back, smiling evilly at her.
Marie shivered. More? Dear God, not more!
CHAPTER TEN
They were back in the cell, tossed into it to get some sleep, Marie assumed. The girls huddled together as before in the pitch blackness, alternately sleeping, then jerking awake as some horrible dream cut through their rest.
"It's horrible. I . . . I couldn't stop myself," Kathy whispered, sobbing quietly into her hands. "Something happened in there . . . when we were together, you know?"
"Yes," Marie answered hesitantly, wiping a lone tear from under one eye.
"And then the next thing I knew I was . . . was cumming."
Marie patted her friend on the shoulder, trying to give her some comfort and wondering who would give her the strength she needed to endure this. After each trial the girl had prayed it would be the last. Perhaps the men would be sated and would let them go. But no. They seemed to be spurred on by new scenes on horror. This last one had been a double terror for Marie. She had been humiliated, degraded in front of another person. Someone else had seen her rutting, had watched as she submitted willingly to the torments of those two degenerates. She had proven to herself as well as another that she was a whore. For that reason Marie felt something like anger and hatred toward the girl she now cradled in her arms. How confusing it all was! She rubbed her forehead with her free hand, wondering how it would all turn out.
The door opened again. Marie and Kathy instinctively flinched back.
"What do you want?" Marie was surprised at the sound of her voice. It sounded older, almost cronish in tone.
"You've had enough time to rest. We're gonna use you again," Jack said.
Marie couldn't stand this. They had gone too far. Something snapped in her as she shot up from the floor, knocking Kathy to the ground. Hurling herself at Jack, she began beating him for all she was worth.
"Animal bastard! Bastard! You can't do anything more to me. You've done it all! Bastard! Bastard!"
Her fists thudded against his broad chest while her bare feet banged against his ankles. At first surprised, Jack recovered quickly, grabbing her wrists and twisting them around until the girl thought they would snap.
She let out a howl, her body twisting around while she sank to the floor. "Oowwwwww!"
"I like 'em feisty. You really popped off, baby. Not bad."
Jack backhanded her, then slapped her again and again, finally knocking the sense out of her. With a groan, Marie fell sideways to the floor, her knees jerking and twitching as if she were having a fit. The blonde teen remembered hearing Kathy squealing something to her-something about getting up. Getting up? What was the use? They were only going to knock her down again, kick her to the floor and bind her to some awful device. Another kick to the head. Marie let out another groan, then felt the world swirling around her in a black cloud. No more. No more. With a groan she sank into oblivion.
Marie had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she came to, she felt cold pressing against her thighs and asscheeks. The girl was too frightened to open her eyes to check on what it was at first. Tentatively moving her hands, she discovered that once more they had been bound. Jack and Gus weren't all that sure of themselves, especially with two girls on their hands. Marie twisted her wrists, wincing at the hard touch of the rope against her chafed flesh.
Opening her eyes, she saw she was in a bathtub. It was one of those old tubs with curled legs supporting it. There was no drain as far as she could see. Scooting up a little, pressing her spine to the back of the tub, Marie saw she was in the same room as before. There was the dual bicycle, standing strangely abandoned. Pools of water around the two wheels were the only evidence that something had gone on moments ago. Marie shuddered. What would happen to her now? It was no accident that she had been put in this place like this.
No one was around. Were they fucking Kathy, roping her to the ceiling again and doing something awful to her? It wouldn't have surprised Marie. Nothing would surprise her now. Adjusting her sitting position, the girl stretched her legs out in front of her, glancing down at her poor ravaged cunt. There were still droplets of water from the last torment.
"God," she breathed.
How long would this go on? Again and again, she had asked that question of herself and still the horror continued. Sounds. Footsteps! Marie stiffened, her eyes widening as she saw a familiar shadowy figure approaching her-Gus, her private demon. The girl felt her asscheeks twitch as he came into view, swaggering half-drunk. He'd been downing beer. She could smell his breath all the way over here. Marie felt like asking him about Jack. But the girl thought twice about the question, realizing she was better off silent in front of this animal.
"You look pretty nice down there like that, baby. You always look better tied up, though," Gus said, rubbing his thick lips with the back of one hand.
"What do you want now?"
Gus laughed. "What I always want. A hot piece of ass after fuckin' around like this," he said, sweeping one hand around the small dungeon. "I dig it. I dig it all, and you're a fuckin' liar if you say you don't dig it."
Gus pushed his face forward, his eyes lighting up horribly. Marie felt sick. She had to admit he was right. Facing her private demon, the young girl knew she was cut from the same cloth as the two men-opposite ends, perhaps, but the same cloth.
"And now I'm gonna show you just how close you are to me, baby. We're gonna get real close-and I don't just mean fuckin'. "
No. Of course not. That would have been far too simple. Marie watched with fearful eyes as the big stud removed his trousers, kicking them to one side. He waddled over to the sink and filled a tall glass of water. Downing it, he filled another and another, downing four all together before tossing the glass into the sink with a clatter. Marie was still unschooled in all the devices of S & M. But something was telling her what this would entail. She nearly choked on her own fear as Gus swaggered back to the tub, his prick half hard while his balls seemed to swell with each passing second.
"Now, we're gonna have us a little fun-kinky style. I didn't think ol' Jack would like watchin' this. He ain't into this like I am. So he's back there havin' a little fun with your friend."
Marie cocked her ears. She couldn't hear anything. But, through those thick, soundproofed walls, she wouldn't be able to hear an atomic explosion until it roared overhead.
"What . . . what are you gonna do?" Marie stammered.
"Just watch, baby. You just do everything I tell you to and it'll be fine. You don't, and I'm gonna knock the shit outta you. You know I can do that. Done it plenty of times, right?"
Marie nodded her head quickly up and down, sucking in a deep breath.
"Good. We understand."
Gus climbed into the tub, steadying himself from the beer making his brain a bit dizzy. He stood over her, his feet on either side of her thighs. Marie looked up, seeing his hard leg muscles tensing, the black hair bristling on his flesh. He was a young male aroused-but not aroused in the traditional sense. The girl felt her fingers pressing against her asscheeks as she stared at those balls rising up against the fat root of his cock. No, he wasn't trying to make himself hard. That he could do easily, Marie thought to herself. She had had plenty of past knowledge on that subject. He was purposely keeping his cock limp while bending his knees slightly. Again that awful thought she had had before rose to her mind. The girl trembled, her chin quivering as she stared up at that fat prick between his fingers. Gus was sneering.
"Don't move, baby. Don't even try to move around and knock me down."
"No, I won't."
He bent his knees a little farther. Marie sucked in a hissing breath as the first hot, yellow drops dripped from his cockhead. He was going to piss on her. Oh God, he was going to use her for his own private toilet. Marie felt the sour bile rising in her throat. She swallowed hard, curling her toes until they cramped. She fought the desire to scream, remembering the warning Gus had given her. She wouldn't make a move, wouldn't make a sound while he did this terrible thing to her. Her wrists rubbed against one another, twisting against the restraining rope.
"Oh yeah, feelin' it comin' now," Gus said.
"Uhhhh . . . "
"Yeahhh, feelin' it bubblin' up and comin' outta my dick."
Gus shivered, his knees now pressing against the high sides of the old porcelain tub. The droplets came in faster and faster numbers, finally turning into a fine yellow stream. Marie felt sick to her stomach but managed somehow to control herself. The stream grew broader, twisting around and around. It spattered first onto her belly, sending droplets ricocheting up to her chin and over to her cunt. Gus was sneering still down at her, moving his cock up and down. She felt the stream going up to her throat, then back down to her belly button. It was hot, oily. He was smearing her body with the foul-smelling piss.
"Told you to keep still, damn it. Move around like that and I'm gonna knock piss outta you!" Gus growled.
Marie groaned, grinding her teeth together as waves of vomit washed over her. But again she swallowed down the sharp sour bile, turning her head around and staring blankly at the wall.
Gus was having a ball. He slicked her cunt down with the piss, directing the stream against her pussy crack, then moving it up to her clit. She could feel the oily piss gathering under her asscheeks in a warm pool. She shivered perceptibly, her eyelids closing. Again she let out another groan, feeling as if she couldn't keep this up for another second. Surely she would vomit while the piss showered her young, white body.
"That's it, baby, keep it real still. Don't want you movin' around while I'm sprayin' you."
Marie felt like screaming, but somehow managed to keep cool. She shut her eyes tightly, biting her lips to keep from crying out with frustration, rage and disgust. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples, then slicked down deep between her tits. She felt the piss on her chin. With a gagging cry Marie twisted her head around, trying to keep her face away from the spray.
"I said don't move!"
Gus stopped his pissing, kicking her hard in the belly. The teen let out a wooshing sound, her body snapping like a jackknife.
"Now, we'll try again. Take it easy, baby. I think you're gonna dig this."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marie felt as if she had sunk to the bottom of the barrel. Never had she thought anyone could do this to another human, he was pissing on her, covering her body with a thick coating of his oily piss and laughing at her all the time.
Again she gagged, feeling the stinging spray coat her belly. Gus warned her not to move around. The bonds holding her arms together kept her from doing much. Her ass slipped on the piss-slicked porcelain, and her feet moved up against the big man's ankles.
Gus coughed. The stream was getting weaker. Marie sighed with gratitude, staring back up at him.
"Outta gas," he joked.
"Thank God," she muttered.
"You wanna get outta here?" Gus asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Then you won't open your yap unless I tell you to, understand?"
"Yes," Marie murmured.
The girl trembled, feeling herself suspended over some terrible abyss. Unseen horrors were lurking around down there, and she was about to plunge in. She managed to calm herself again and again as Gus flicked off a droplet of his piss, the drop striking her chin.
"Don't go anywhere, baby."
Marie watched him getting out of the tub, scratching his cock and balls and padding back over to the sink. He refilled the glass with water. The girl shut her eyes, praying for strength to endure him. Already the stink of his piss rose like a steamy cloud from the tub. She didn't know if she could take much more of this. Fucking was one thing. This was something she hadn't planned on at all.
Gus climbed back in the tub, scratching his belly, then taking his cock in one hand. He held it loosely, directing the cockhead right at her face.
"Gonna start again, baby. We're gonna make this real good for me, right?"
"Oh yes," Marie answered, willing to say anything to shorten this latest ordeal.
"Good."
He positioned himself once more, his legs widely spread on either side of her thighs. His balls were centered along the upper portion of the sack. She knew he was excited, doing all he could to keep his cock limp enough to piss. Hard and Gus wouldn't be able to do a thing.
"Okay, open your mouth."
Marie swallowed hard. She could imagine swallowing that awful stuff, and the thought sickened her. She hesitated one moment too long.
"Bitch, I said do what I tell you to!"
Gus shot his right hand out, whacking her sharply across the right cheek, then backhanding her left. Marie's head snapped from side to side from the force of that open-handed blow, her hair tangling around her throat. She whimpered, shaking the hair from her eyes. There could be no other course than to obey. Sighing heavily, Marie tilted back her head and opened her mouth.
"Better," he muttered. "Now, lemme see your fuckin' tongue. Right."
Marie cinched her eyes shut tightly, taking deep puffing breaths. The porcelain was warm against her naked ass now, heated both by her body and Gus's piss. The girl felt her tits rising and falling with her heaving chest, rubbing sexily together. It was at this point that the girl realized her nipples were hardening, actually stiffening under this ordeal. Marie reddened with shame as she opened her mouth a little wider. Was she turning onto this? Yes, there could be no other explanation! And her clit-oh, it was growing hard, long! She couldn't look at Gus from the shame of being aroused!
"Okay, baby, open your eyes, look at me!"
He would know! Oh God, he would know she was excited by this horror. Then Marie did as she was told, staring right into his eyes.
Gus smiled, a hellish grin. Then he bent his knees again, spreading his legs until her toes were braced against the sides of the old tub.
Marie knew she'd be feeling the piss in a second.
It started all over again. He bent his knees a little more, lowering his big hairy ass toward the base of the tub. Gus directed his stream along her lips, then into her mouth.
Marie thought she would die! The piss shot along her teeth, wetting down her gums, then slipped into her mouth coating her tongue.
Gus laughed loudly again, calling her all sorts of hideous names before moving the stream up to her eyes.
Marie grunted a pulse leaping in her throat. The stink spread until it made her gag once more. The terrible heat spread as well, washing over her like a scalding oil. Marie wanted to crawl back from the man but couldn't. She was held prisoner in this hideous house where each new torment was worse than the first. And, what was worse, the girl knew she was a willing prisoner. The more piss he spilled onto her, the more excited she was becoming. Even now Marie felt her clit swelling to the bursting point.
"Now, come on up a little closer. That's right, scoot up here."
Marie slid forward, drawn to him by his command. She kept her mouth opened wide, her eyes unblinking. She met his eyes and trembled. The girl could see that dumb sexual heat glowing in his eyes she'd seen before. It was a kind of heat that made hers spread. She felt it washing down her belly into her cunt. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of another climax. Just as Gus went dry she felt a mini-climax. Marie shamed herself, whipping her hips from left to right as the tremors shook her body.
It was too awful for words! Marie tried to keep her movements to a minimum. But the power of her climax was just too much. She threw her head back, her hair jiggling along her shoulders. She screwed her eyes into a narrow squint, her fingertips digging into her asscheeks.
"Let me, baby. I'll take care of this for you," Gus slurred.
He moved forward, balancing himself carefully while raising one foot off the slick surface. He slipped his right big toe into her cunt. Through a red mist, she saw his cock suddenly stiffen, jutting out like a barber pole. Marie shuddered.
Gus shoved his toe into her pussy, rubbing it up against her clit, sending her higher and higher into delight. The girl fell back against the tub, her head striking the porcelain with a gonging sound. She moaned, jerking her arms hard against the ropes holding them prisoner. How she wanted to touch herself, to touch him, to touch anything that would intensify her climax.
"Oh, man, man, this is somethin' else," Gus muttered. "And I got one more thing planned for you, somethin' that's really right up your alley, considerin' how much of a slut you are."
Marie trembled, feeling her flesh puckering up and tightening around her eyes and arms.
Gus was rubbing his belly once more. His stomach gurgled. He belched, not bothering to cover his mouth. He took a hands-on-hip pose before he turned around and squatted over her belly. He was at least twelve inches away. She saw the hair wiggling around his ass-crease. Marie swallowed hard, smelling something terrible suddenly emit from his asshole.
He was going to shit on her! Marie jerked her legs back, trying to climb out of the tub. But her bonds, plus the slickness of the porcelain from all the pissing, prevented her from doing much. She slid back down on her ass, her spine resting against the back of the bathtub. There was nothing more she could do. Again Marie stared up at the big asshole loosening up before her. She watched his ass and thigh muscles working as Gus squatted a little lower.
"This is what you are, baby. And you're gonna be covered with it."
Gus braced both palms on the tub's sides now to keep from slipping on the yellowish piss coating the bottom of the tub.
Again Marie smelled that awful odor and knew what was about to happen. Once more, fear and anger swelled up inside her. But the anger wasn't strong enough for her to scream. Screaming would do no good. Self-hatred raced through her, self-loathing making a pile of ashes of her former morality. She remained still as he squatted yet farther toward her body.
She raised her knees, parting her thighs with a soft pop. Marie felt her belly muscles tense.
He told her to open wider, his voice sounding strained. The first long black turds fell from his asshole. He told her to spread her legs apart a little more.
Marie did as she was told.
He moved up, making sure his smelly shit would fall onto her cunt and lower belly.
Marie gagged, twisting her head around and pressing her lips against the piss-stained porcelain. Her muscles knotted in her arms and legs from the revulsion and excitement she felt warring with one another in her mind. This was the ultimate degradation. Marie felt numb, almost impervious to it now.
As the last of the turds slipped from his asshole Gus slapped his cock, wheeled about, then threw himself onto her belly. He was grabbing one of her legs, shoving it back while guiding his cock to her shit-covered pussy. It was hideous, monstrous to be doing this now. But the girl felt herself going wild, wrapping both legs around his body and pumping her thighs against him.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
Her hips slid on the shit. The odor was
ISO enough to make anyone ill. But Marie wasn't sick. Her mind whirled around like a merry-go-round. The two of them thrashed wildly against the hard porcelain sides of the tub. The mixed piss and shit splattered around, covering them while Gus came hard into her cunt. He thrashed harder and faster, making Marie breathless trying to keep up with him. Red-faced, giggling with wild pleasure, she urged him on, screaming obscenities.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck . . . "
How long this hideous scene went on Marie wasn't sure. Had she cum? Several times, she thought, each one more powerful than the last. When it was all over, she was more than a little aware of the nauseating smell covering her body and his. Gus didn't seem to mind, giggling drunkenly and climbing from the tub. He waddled over to a nearby shower stall behind the tub. She could hear the water rushing over his body and wished she too could wash herself. But he left her there in the piss and shit without looking back. It was almost as if he were alone, having forgotten about her.
Marie was next. Gus pulled her out of the tub, commenting about her smell, then leading her to the shower after removing her bonds. While cleansing the awful coating from her flesh, she heard him shoving the tub to one corner.
"Kathy!" Marie saw her friend as she just stepped from the shower dripping wet.
Gus flung an old towel in her face. It was still wet from his body.
"Oh, Marie, he . . . oh God!"
"Had more fun with the little slut. Guess it's time to turn 'em out, though," Jack said, rubbing his hand slowly over the girl's asscheeks.
Kathy didn't flinch. It must have been quite a scene to have numbed her so. He had dressed her back in her work uniform-or what was left of it.
"Got your dress here too," Jack said, flinging the shredded garment in her face. "We'll take you back to town. Then you can do what you want. But don't go spreadin' word about us or you'll wish you'd bought the farm right here," he added.
Marie shivered. No, she would tell no one. And from what she could read in her friend's eyes, Kathy would say nothing. They were too mortified, too intimidated by what had happened to report this to anyone. Nobody would believe this! It was too far-fetched, too horrid to be true.
"Please, can we go now?" Marie asked.
"Sure," Gus said.
Gus and Jack watched as Marie dressed, then motioned her toward the stairs. Kathy followed Marie. It had been a horrible experience. And yet she and Kathy had survived this horror. It had been a part of their lives, and had opened some part of their mind-a part, Marie feared, that would never close again. It would be a miracle for her and her friend to lead a "normal" life, whatever that was. Somehow she felt they would muddle through. But, from this day forward, their idea of pleasure and satisfaction would change forever.
"And maybe you'll come back and see us."
"Never," Marie muttered. But something in her told the girl her judgment might be faulty.
