Bondage and degradation-B&D-are considered perversities in contemporary American society, but it was not always that way. In Puritan America, punishment by the community almost always took the form of B&D. The figure of the Pilgrim in the stocks for some religious or civil transgression has become a stereotypical image for us. The humorous aspect of the image masks the darker side of Puritan society-a society which branded, whipped, stoned, tortured and killed people. The attitude was that those who needed to be punished deserved whatever they received, and that same attitude is with us today.
The other side of the coin of community or society-approved B&D is that there have always been people who enjoyed administering these punishments, who received dark and hidden thrills. B&D continues today, some forms still getting the nod of approval from society. When sadomasochistic practices are pursued for blatant pleasure, though, society steps in and intervenes.
The characters in INTO BONDAGE LIKE AUNTIE are not very different than the people you meet every day. In their own eyes, they are not perverse or weird. They have realized their secret desires and have come to terms with them.
INTO BONDAGE LIKE AUNTIE-the story of ordinary people who have found themselves in extraordinary circumstances. It is a novel with lessons for everyone.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marilyn Evans stood hesitantly by the back door of her aunt's house. A chill wind from the north lifted her long blonde hair from her shoulders, raising goose bumps all over.
Marilyn knew she shouldn't be spying on her aunt. She was supposed to be at the movies with her best friend Kathy. But curiosity had gotten the better of her. Of course Betty Farrington, her mother's sister, had been wonderful to her for the first week of her visit s here in Los Angeles. But something was going on. Pretending illness at the theater, Kathy had left early and walked back quickly, her sandaled feet making soft pounding sounds against the pavement. Maybe nothing was going on. Maybe it was just her imagination. But, standing there now on the porch, one hand poised on the doorknob, Kathy wasn't so sure. All the lights were off in the large wooden frame house except for the bedroom. Twisting the knob, she pushed the door open.
Kathy closed the door softly behind her, pausing in the large room and adjusting her sweater. There was the steady ticking of the kitchen clock just over the refrigerator. Nothing unusual at all. Kathy almost felt disappointed. Moving quietly through the darkened room, she reached the long corridor that separated the living room from the rest of the house. Turning right, she passed the bath. Up ahead she could see light fanning out from the bottom of her aunt's bedroom door. Maybe she was reading a book or something. Kathy swallowed hard.
"Uhhhh...tighter...oh yes, yes, tie it tighter!" she heard her aunt cry.
Someone answered her with a grunt. There were squeaks and gasps of enjoyment followed by more growling. Aunt Betty hadn't closed the door all the way.
"Oh God...that's so good, so good! Oh God, fuck me hard...hard!" Aunt Betty moaned.
The words made Marilyn's blood scorch through her veins. Fuck? The girl had pictured the mild-mannered Betty as not so much as saying a "damn," even in the heat of argument. Marilyn stretched out her right hand, pushing the door open a little farther, then stepping forward and peering into the bedroom.
Marilyn covered her mouth with both hands, staring wide-eyed at the terrible scene in front of her. There, stretched naked on the bed, was Aunt Betty, her face contorted, swollen with lust. Her red/brown hair was fanned out on the crushed pillow behind her. Kneeling in front of her was an unknown man, his longish black hair sticking in all directions while his naked body glistened with sweat under the light. She could only see him from the back. But from the movements of both hands at his groin the girl guessed he was playing with his cock! Aunt Betty was staring hungrily, licking her dry lips, rubbing the backs of her legs against the mattress. Marilyn could also see that the woman's wrists had been tied, snugged tight by what appeared to be the silk belt of her bathrobe.
"You're into this shit real bad, ain'tcha, baby?" the man snarled.
Betty closed her eyes, blinking away the tears as she rubbed her hot ass against the top-sheet. He rolled her onto her side, bending her knees back while draping a pair of pantyhose over her ankles.
Marilyn watched with growing surprise as this stranger hogtied her aunt, listening to the cries of delight coming from Aunt Betty. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away. He edged forward between Betty's opened thighs.
"You wanted that hot fuck. You called me for it. But, man, I knew you wanted somethin' else. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't want it."
He half turned toward the door. Marilyn could see him better now. Her fingernails dug into the soft wood as she found herself looking at a man about thirty-four, dark-haired with a well-trimmed moustache. Her heart skipped a beat.
Marilyn let out a gasp, again clasping her hands over her mouth to keep silent. His fingers were stroking his prick, slicking down with the fuck fluid bubbling from the tip. Marilyn felt her knees getting shaky. She held herself up against the door more firmly, watching as the man bent down and started licking her aunt's knees. Aunt Betty was trembling, arching her spine while pushing her head deeper into the pillow behind her.
"I'm not gonna let you get off high and dry, baby," he growled. "By the time I get through with you, you're gonna be beggin' for more prick. Bet you ain't been fucked in a long time."
"No," Betty confessed. "I haven't, Tom."
"Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. Gonna fuck you till you beg for more."
Marilyn watched as the big man dove down, wedging his cheeks between her aunt's knees. -The expression on Betty's face when his mouth touched her cunt was as if she'd found God or something! The woman cried out, wallowing her shoulder blades against the bed. Her knees snapped together as much as they could, the silken bonds cutting her flesh and keeping her from moving too much.
Marilyn pushed the door open a little more so she could have a better view of her aunt and the man named Tom. He was feeding on her aunt's pussy now, his head bobbing up and down while his hands roughly cupped the woman's asscheeks. Aunt Betty was bouncing her ass up and down against the bed, letting out little grunting sounds while the springs squeaked and groaned.
"Uhhhhh...oh God, eat me...oh yessss, stick your tongue in my cunt and...and eat me!"
Her aunt's words made her blood boil! Marilyn felt herself sliding to the floor as she watched the two go crazy on the bed. She couldn't help herself. This was far more than she had expected to find. An affair, perhaps, but not something this strange going on in her aunt's house!
Tom was slurping busily. Then, suddenly, he pulled back, wiping the back of one hand over his mouth. He was grinning down at the panting woman. How excited her aunt was! Marilyn could see her swollen tits, those hard red nipples, that flush over her flat belly. And, more importantly, she could easily see the fuck juices flowing from her aunt's hot cunt.
"Turns you on, eh, baby? I got somethin' here that's gonna heat up that ol' ass a little more."
Tom slid to one side of the bed, bending over and stretching out one hand for his Levi's. He half pulled the pants onto the bed, tugging out the thick black leather belt, then curling the bucked end around his right wrist. Aunt Betty was prone on the bed, her eyes wide, staring at the belt now dangling from his wrist.
He shoved the woman onto her belly, sliding back, then standing on the bed. He swayed unsteadily for a moment, spreading his legs more widely apart for balance. Now Marilyn could see his fat balls hanging down between his legs, his donkey-sized cock sticking straight out from his groin.
"Please...oh no, I didn't have any idea things would go this far...oh no, please don't-"
"Shaddup!" Tom growled, snapping the doubled leather belt together. It sounded like a gunshot.
"Don't...oh don't...I don't want to be hurt like this," Betty cried.
"Yeah, sure. You wouldn't have called me if you didn't want this shit."
Marilyn could hear her aunt sobbing into the pillow, her sobs mixing strangely with Tom's panting. He seemed to hesitate with the belt, his eyes taking in the soft swells of Betty's thighs, the rounded white globes of her ass. He let the belt unfurl, trailing the beveled tip along the curves of her asscheeks. The woman visibly trembled, her asscheeks tensing at the cool touch of the leather. Tom chuckled, his prick jerking up at the woman's response. He moved the belt around again, letting the pointy tip slip up between her asscheeks. He trailed the leather up the bumps of her spine, until it was touching the back of her neck. Betty groaned.
Unknown to Marilyn, the woman was extremely excited, her clit throbbing and burning while her cunt spasmed time and time again. She had never had something like this happen to her, although she had dreamed about it frequently. Now that it was happening, the woman was feeling herself sucked into the vortex of S&M.
Tom swung the belt. Marilyn cringed, shoving her fingers into her mouth. She could hear the hissing sound the leather made cutting through the air. Her eyes wider than before, the girl clung to the bottom of the doorway molding. Tom said something obscene, then dropped his arm sharply. The leather belt snapped in the air from the change in direction, then shot down. In a second, the belt chewed into her aunt's right ass-cheek with a dry smacking sound.
"Aaghghghghhh...yiiiiii!" Aunt Betty screamed at the top of her lungs, her body twisting and jerking under the stinging blow of the leather belt. Again the leather smacked, making her resilient asscheeks dance under the force of the sting.
"Yeah, that's real nice, real nice, baby," Tom grunted, doubling the belt and snapping the leather together once more.
Betty winced under that sound, two large welts appearing on her ass. Her asscheeks were burning. The heat tore through both of them, a spreading like a hot, licking tongue into her cunt. In a moment, Betty squirmed and whimpered as Tom began seriously thrashing her trembling asscheeks. Long red marks crisscrossed her asscheeks and thighs. Again and again she begged him to stop. She tried not to cry. But the leather burned so, and her asscheeks felt as if they were being branded by a hot poker. Aunt Betty groaned into the pillow, chewing the sweat-dampened cotton. She was out of control, unable to control the emotions rioting in her pussy.
Marilyn felt her own feelings racing out of control. She sensed a growing sense of urgency in her virgin pussy, a feeling she knew she couldn't control now. The girl had played with herself often enough in bed to know just how powerful that feeling could get. And now she was suffering under it and not even touching herself!
Tom reached down, jerking her up by the bonds and raising her body from the bed. He let her hang like that, inches above the top-sheet, dangling like a piece of meat while he whipped her across her jutting shoulder blades with the belt.
With each cutting blow, the woman's nerves vibrated. Each vibration spread to her clit, searing the tiny, aching gland. In a moment, she raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"You Goddamned fuckin' liar," Tom growled, snapping the belt again against her ass, then throwing the leather to the floor. "You keep tellin' me you don't want this, and, man, you really can't get enough of it."
Betty groaned, keeping her shamed face away from the big hulk above her.
"Suck my dick!" Tom ordered.
Twisting her around on the bed again, Tom crawled up, pressing his heavy knees against her upper arms. Betty screamed he was going to break her bones. Tom only laughed cruelly, clearly as excited as the woman and not caring if he hurt her or not.
Marilyn felt something like panic race through her. Should she call the police? Should she get up and pound on the door, screaming for the man to stop hurting her aunt? It was unreal! It was as if she were watching some porno movie or something! Marilyn watched as Tom gripped her aunt in that cruel way, slapping her face again and again against his crotch. And then he slipped his prick into her mouth.
"Yeah...that's it...oh yeah, bitch, gimme that good, sweet head! Havin' that tongue around my cock...fuck! Suck it, baby, suck it the way I ate out your fuckin' cunt!"
He jerked her head back and forth, his .Tingers still tearing at her hair. Marilyn heard the gurgling, strangling chokes of her Aunt Betty. More importantly, she heard the sloppy sounds of her aunt's mouth against his prick! He had his whole cock in her mouth, or so it seemed.
He suddenly threw her back on the bed, his Angers gripping his cock.
"Almost made me cum, you fuckin' slut! The way you move that fuckin' tongue turns me on. But I'm gonna shoot my wad right into your pussy, baby. You wanted cum up there, and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Oh yea, yes!" Betty's eyes were glowing now, her body twisting against the mattress as best it could.
Tom was sliding on top of her once more, rubbing the fat bulbous head of his cock against the greasy cleft of her cunt. Marilyn nearly fell forward, straining so she could see what was happening. From her kneeling position, she saw her aunt arching her spine again. He was fucking her, fucking her hard!
"Do it! Do it to me!" Betty's muscles were cramped from the spread-back position he had bound her in. The hot streaks from the belt still burned her flesh. But she loved the hurt, loved the burning.
Tom moved around once more, letting his heavy-hanging balls drop into the flood of her fuck juices. The woman whimpered with growing lust, straining against the silk bonds. They cut deliciously into her wrists and ankles. How she loved it, loved it all! Betty wallowed in the thrill of being bound helpless under this animal.
"Fuck it out, baby," Tom laughed. Then he moved back, only to pitch forward and bury his prick in her cunt. She felt hot fuck juice trickling down her thighs.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it...ohhhh yeah, hot pussy, real hot pussy!"
"Hot...hot pussy," Betty echoed mindlessly.
Marilyn heard slaps. He was beating her aunt, smacking her face with the flats of his hands, then slapping her ass while fucking her. And Aunt Betty loved it! The squeals Marilyn heard were cries of wild joy! It was a hell the two of them had jumped into willingly.
"Uhhh...ohhhh, Tom, I'm going to...going to cum!"
Tom only growled at her revelation. He was biting her right tit now, his teeth nipping the rubbery flesh cruelly while his cock fucked hard into her pussy. Betty babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles. Her feet were pressed sole to sole, her toes tingling as the building tempo of Tom's fuck drove her to the brink.
The fuck juice seemed to spill from her puossy. The woman felt it leaking down into her ass. It slicked between her asscheeks, wetting the wrinkled sheet beneath. Betty was grinding her hips around wildly, straining as far as possible against the cutting bonds.
"Now...oh God, now, now, now...cummm m minnnnngggggg!"
Betty cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other. Her shivering muscles bucked helplessly. Her clit was swollen and hot. It pulsed with a burning tickle that took her breath away.
"Doin' it to you," Tom growled, falling on top of her and pumping his ass hard.
"Ahhhhh!"
Even though Marilyn had never had a naked man before in her life, she knew both her aunt and Tom were cumming. The two of them yelped and growled while the bed groaned in sympathy with their twisting bodies. Somehow Marilyn managed to crawl from the door, panting like a dog, her own pussy a furnace of unfulfilled desire.
CHAPTER TWO
What happened next was something of a blur to the young girl. She had been careful, even in the throes of her own climax, not to stumble around and create a noisy scene outside the bedroom. She reached the kitchen, propping herself up against the sink. While her aunt was still bound in the bedroom, Marilyn turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on her face. The young teen dried her face on a dishtowel, then quietly snuck from the kitchen back outside. The wind had died down.
Marilyn tiptoed down the drive toward the m sidewalk. There, parked in front of the house, was a large black '72 Chevrolet. Marilyn stopped by the side, running one finger along the smooth fender. She shuddered. It was almost a sexual thrill she felt touching that car. Looking around nervously, the girl tried the door. It was open.
Sliding onto the seat, Marilyn braced her hands against the steering wheel. She could almost feel Tom sitting there, his hands caressing her ass, her tits. Her hot little cunt pressed against the cool leather of the bucket seats.
Marilyn rubbed her fingers over the steering wheel again, then was about to slip out when her eyes lighted on the glove compartment. Biting her lip, she reached over, turning the lock and opening the small door. She found herself going through the jumble of contents until she found the car's registration. There was Tom's name and address.
"No, shouldn't-shouldn't...."
But Marilyn found herself committing both to her memory. Shoving the papers back in, the girl quickly slipped from the car, closing the door quietly. The living room light was on! They would see her in a moment. Quickly, Marilyn rushed from the drive, running down the dark, deserted walk toward the shopping center where the theater was. Halfway there, Marilyn glanced at her blue-faced digital watch and saw it was nine-thirty. Fifteen more minutes and the movie would let out.
She would write down the address of that man and possibly visit him. Visit him? Marilyn stopped, hugging her body, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Surely she had to be out of her mind. Surely she couldn't be thinking seriously of going to find that man and confront him. The sound of a car starting up behind her made the girl duck behind a small hedge. Tom was leaving. Her aunt would be ready to receive her, pretending nothing in the world had happened. The car sped by, the lights dissolving in the general traffic of Glen-dale Boulevard ahead. How had all this started? How had her aunt found Tom? He had said something about her calling. The whole muddle seemed more and more confused as she thought about it. Marilyn rubbed her wrinkled forehead, again breathing deeply before walking back toward the house.
Wiping her damp palms over her skirt, Marilyn walked back to the house. Thank goodness her aunt couldn't see how her body was giving her away! The tips of her tits were so hard and itchy still! Her cunt trembled, the full puffy pussylips curling and trembling while her clit was throbbing. As she approached the now-lit house, Marilyn could almost see Tom and her aunt fucking. She could still hear the sounds of that belt smacking Aunt Betty's skin. Climbing the steps, she fished for her keys, unlocking the door and stepping into the living room.
There was Aunt Betty sitting calmly on the sofa flipping idly through a magazine. The television was on. It was so domestic! Marilyn nearly laughed. She closed and locked the door behind her.
"Have a good time, dear?" Aunt Betty asked.
"Oh yes, great! The move was fantastic! Kathy wanted me to stop and have a soda. But I was too tired," Marilyn said hurriedly, her words tumbling out. She stretched her thin arms over her head, yawning. "I think I'm gonna go to bed. Thanks for giving me the money for the movie, Aunt Betty."
Betty smiled back. "Don't worry about it. I want you to have a good time here in L.A."
"Oh, I think I will!"
"Good night, dear."
Marilyn rushed up to her room, grabbing pen and paper and scribbling Tom's address down from memory. She stood up, looking down at the figures. There! 12567 Buena Vista Terrace. Only a mile or so away from here...just on the other side of the shopping center. Marilyn sat down on the edge of her bed, taking the piece of paper in her hand and staring at it. The numbers swam in front of her eyes.
Marilyn fell back on the bed, her mind swimming with the images of her aunt and Tom. She could almost feel the ropes around her wrists and ankles. Would Tom make her do all sorts of things? Or would he just laugh at her? Did she want to take a chance? What on earth was driving her to this? Shivering, the girl hiked up her skirt, sliding her panties down past her knees. Marilyn brushed her fingers over the downy plump cuntlips. She parted her puffy pussylips, gingerly prying the slit open. There was plenty of fuck juice around to wet her fingers. Marilyn shuddered, pretending she could feel his fingers braced against her shoulders, his prick rubbing up against her thighs. And, more importantly, that she could feel the bonds chafing her wrists and ankles.
She put her finger down, touching the tiny bead of her clit. The touch created a small electric shock that cut through her like a razor blade. Marilyn inhaled a shuddery breath, licking her dry lips. Marilyn felt wrong, suddenly very wrong. Her mother had been so good, so moral, letting her do all sorts of things without nagging her like other mothers did their daughters. And now she was doing this? Entertaining the thought of having this animal fuck her?
Marilyn felt herself cumming a second time. The rush of chilly tingles was starting to set fire to her pussy once again. She shut her eyes. The feel of the blanket under her bare asscheeks urged her to a humping, bouncing rhythm. She spread her legs, jerking up her knees, pretending Tom was indeed fucking her brains out.
"Oh no, no, don't do it...oh no," Marilyn whispered, pretending she had felt the hot, smacking of the belt against her ass.
Marilyn began jerking in a weird, convulsive way on the bed. Her legs bent at the knee, then flopped loosely down again. She dug at the mattress with her heels, tossing her head from side to side. Her shoulders wallowed against the bed while her blonde hair became tangled around her throat.
"Fuck, fuck me, Tom," Marilyn whispered, closing her eyes once more and seeing his handsome face over hers. She panted heavily, sweat rolling down her forehead and staining her flushed cheeks.
Feeling the first spasm of orgasm made Marilyn roll onto her tummy and clamp her thighs tightly together. She poked three finger into her cunt, feeling the tips touching her cherry. The climax was so overwhelming, so complete! Marilyn jerked her ass around violently, hearing the headboard clattering against the wall behind her. She didn't care if her aunt heard the noise now. All she cared about was the hot burning touch of her fingers rubbing against her clit.
Her movements died down as the excitement ebbed from her pussy. Rolling onto her back, Marilyn kept her fingers buried in her musky cunt, rubbing them back and forth against her clit. How good it all was! The girl smacked her lips, feeling exhaustion slowly pull her to sleep.
* * *
The next day she called Kathy up quickly, telling the girl not to tell her aunt anything about her leaving the show early. Of course the girl was dying to know what was happening, but Marilyn would only give her vague answers.
She hung up, wiping her hands nervously on her nightgown. The wrinkled sheet of white paper was still there on her nightstand. It had been the first thing Marilyn had spotted that morning. She took it, staring down at the numbers and feeling her pulse quicken. The girl had thought perhaps she would feel differently in the morning.
The paper trembled in her hand. Slipping on a tight-fitting pair of Levi's and a white frilly halter, Marilyn jammed the paper into her rear pocket, still unsure of whether she should to go to Tom's or not.
"Marilyn...breakfast!" Her aunt's voice rang up the stairwell.
The girl sucked in a long deep breath, feeling her young lithe body become tingly all over. Yes, she would go. Her aunt had twisted around so delightfully the other night. In spite of the bonds-or because of them-Aunt Betty had had the time of her life. Marilyn was determined to have her own place in the sun. She slipped on her sneakers, tying them, feeling her flesh become warm with excitement. Oh, it was going to do anything special.
"Oh, hello dear. Good morning. I hope you enjoyed the movie last night. You certainly were tired when you came in," Aunt Betty said when Marilyn entered the kitchen.
"Oh, it was alright," Marilyn said, sitting down.
She lowered her eyes, trying not to smile when she stared at her aunt. Marilyn's fingers trembled, the fork dropping to her plate.
"Are you alright, Marilyn?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I think I'm going to go over to Kathy's again. You know, just to talk," Marilyn said.
"Oh? You two are certainly becoming friends fast," Betty said, sipping her coffee.
She looked through the rising steam at the young girl. She was so young, so innocent.
Betty had thrown herself into the world of bondage willingly. But it had been so recently. And she hadn't counted on her niece visiting her quite this early in the summer. Things were becoming so complicated with the girl here. Having joined the mail order club where men phoned her for a "session," Betty suddenly found herself in the odd position of refusing those she actively wanted to help her explore this new wonderful world.
Marilyn shrugged. "It's no big thing. She's a lot like some of the girls back home. I've got to hurry. Told her I'd be over around ten or so."
Betty folded her hands, having just finished her coffee. She was wondering vaguely if there were some way she could shunt her niece off somewhere tonight. Tom had been the second man who had done something like this to her, and he had been the best! Sitting there, she could feel the silken material of her gown rubbing against the still-sensitive areas around her wrists and ankles. How her cunt had burned when he had tied her up that way. Just before he'd left Tom had said something about her coming over sometime to his house. He said he had a "playroom." Betty could only guess with a tremble just what that playroom had for her.
"Something wrong, Aunt Betty?"
"Oh, no, no, nothing. Just daydreaming, I guess," Betty said dreamily.
Marilyn folded the napkin neatly in front of her, hiding a grin. She could well imagine what her aunt was dreaming about. She wolfed down a bite of her scrambled eggs.
"So, you don't mind me going over to Kathy's for a while?"
"Oh no, no, that's fine. I don't even mind...well, never mind."
Don't seem too anxious to push her off, Betty told herself, feeling her pussy warming at the thought of having Tom over a second time so soon. She had loved the feel of his hands crawling all over her. Even now Betty could feel her body trembling as she thought of the exciting, brutal way he had handled her.
"You're sure you'll be alright this morning and afternoon? I mean," Betty said, rubbing her icy fingers together, "I don't want to leave you alone unless you've got something to do, Marilyn."
"Oh, no sweat."
"I guess it'll be alright. But I think you'd better count on being back here...oh, let's say around five. I'll make dinner."
"Sure, I'll probably be back sooner. Gotta go. Bye, Aunt Betty."
Marilyn kissed her aunt lightly on the forehead, then skipped out the back door, her sneakers squeaking on the polished tiles. Betty poured herself another cup of coffee and settled back in the chair, folding her gown modestly around her. It was strange how her husband's death had triggered all these old feelings inside her. She had never had them-at least consciously-when her late husband had been alive. But, several months after Matt had passed away, Betty had accidentally come across a porno S&M magazine he had tucked away in a closet. At the back of the magazine were names and addresses of people who were into bondage. It had only taken her a month to get added to that list.
"What's this?" she asked suddenly.
Betty noticed a small piece of paper on the floor. It must have fallen from Marilyn's pocket when she had left in such a hurry. Putting down her coffee, Betty reached down and gathered up the paper. There, scrawled across the top, was Tom's address!
Betty dropped the paper on the table as if it had caught fire. At first she thought it might have been her own handwriting. No. It was too slanted, too loopy. Somehow Marilyn must have discovered what had happened last night and gotten hold of Tom's address. The young woman stood up, feeling herself dizzy, shamed.
Betty put her hands to her lips. Marilyn had probably come home early and had witnessed her session with Tom. For some reason she was going over there today to confront him. Betty wrinkled up the paper, tossing it in a nearby trash can. At first she felt angry and hurt. Then another feeling came over her. Of course! Marilyn had discovered how exciting bondage could be, in almost the same way Betty had-by accident. Smiling, Betty calmly went to the phone, dialing Tom's number from memory. This would be an interesting day.
* * *
In front of Tom's house, Marilyn was having second thoughts about what she was doing. She had lost the paper somewhere with his address on it, but the girl had memorized the numbers. Now she stood in front. The place was a ramshackle affair, the yard not having been mowed for some time. Weeds and rocks predominated, while, all around the area, empty buildings seemed to leer at her with broken-window eyes. It was a neighborhood scheduled for eventual demolition, she guessed. The shopping center nearby would probably take over. Tom, apparently, was one of the few people still living here. It certainly provided enough privacy. There wasn't another human around for miles, it seemed.
Marilyn walked past the opened rusty gate, her sneakers shuffling along the cracked concrete walk. There were no sounds coming from inside the big house. Several of the shades were drawn. Maybe he was asleep. She climbed the stairs, hearing the rotting boards creaking under her. Curling her fingers into a tight fist, she tapped.
Marilyn held her breath. Several strands of her hair blew across her face. Pushing them to one side, she rapped again. The sound of her knuckles against the warped wooden door seemed like cannon shots to her. She looked around. No one was on the street. It was weird. Maybe Tom was in bed. She turned, her hand gripping the rail. At that point, Marilyn heard footsteps behind the door. There was a clicking sound, then the whoosh of the big front door opening.
"Yeah?" a man asked.
Marilyn turned around, suddenly realizing how possibly stupid this all was. What had made her think he would want to see her, let alone do anything with her? He didn't know who she was. Should she tell him? Marilyn looked at him while her heart began beating fast.
CHAPTER THREE
Tom stood in the middle of the room, his bare hairy chest heaving with each breath he took. There were several free weights scattered about the dirty living room carpet and an old press bench nearby. He had been working out when Marilyn had knocked so tentatively at the front door. A glistening sheen of sweat covered his flesh.
Marilyn stood just inside the house now, one hand reaching back for the doorknob. She was still unsure of what to do. Her excitement was at a keen pitch right now.
"So, what are you doing here, selling cookies?" Tom asked.
"Uh...no. You know...somebody I know," Marilyn said haltingly.
Tom's thick sensuous lips curled into a smile. One hand rubbed his stubbly chin. "Now, that's smart. That still doesn't explain why the fuck you're here."
His gruff voice made her flesh crawl. Marilyn started to speak, halted, then began once more. "My aunt...I saw the two of you last night," she said bravely, tilting her chin up and feeling a rush of courage strengthen her. She saw Tom's smile increase, his forehead wrinkling with pleasure.
"Uh-huh...and you wanna get something like that, right?"
"I don't know. I don't know why I came here, even, except to see you."
"I don't think so." Tom wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then approached Marilyn. She tightened her fingers around the doorknob, flinching when he came up to her. Marilyn could hear his rapid breathing. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. She could see the clear imprint of his prick pressing against the faded material of his Levi's. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Then she remembered just how thick and long his cock had looked while he fucked her aunt there in bed. Marilyn gasped, twisting away and trying to open the door. It had been foolish, crazy for her to come here and expect something pleasant to happen.
"Hey, don't go yet. You don't know how the hell I can make you feel real good."
She felt him gripping her by the upper arm, his fingers leaving small blue bruises on her flesh. Wheeling her around, he shoved her back roughly, making her hit her head against the door. The girl drew one hand up to her throat protectively, her eyes wide with fear. Tom fed on her growing terror, his grin turning into a broad smile. She saw those square white teeth and trembled. Oh, if only she were at her aunt's home now.
"Don't...."
Tom threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Man, all you cunts say that. 'Don't hurt me.' And then you can't get enough of it. That's what I'm gonna give you, little cunt. Plenty of it."
His voice had dropped to a growl. His fingers were on both her shoulders now, hurting her, pinning her against the door. Marilyn whimpered softly, like a kicked puppy, her forehead wrinkling with distress, her knees knocking together. Suddenly Tom pulled her from the door, pulling her hard against his body.
"Kiss!"
"Uh...no!"
He smelled of beer and stale cigarettes. The girl turned her face away, grimacing at the thought. But Tom's fingers tightened so hard around her shoulders she thought he would break her bones. He was rubbing up against her, rubbing his prick against her crotch while he let his fingers crawl all over her body. Marilyn shivered, feeling his fingers knead her flesh, then finally slide down to her asscheeks. He was cupping them, pinching the soft flesh through her Levi's.
"Kiss," he said again.
This time he jammed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue through her lips and wriggling it down deep into her mouth. Marilyn gurgled, fighting for breath, twisting hard against his hot, thick-muscled body. She felt the heat from his chest burning into her tits while the brutal pinching of her ass made her cry into his mouth. Spittle frothed around the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin as he kissed and tongued her like an animal.
"You ain't hot yet. Gotta get you warmed up."
"Just lemme go."
Tom grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her toward what Marilyn guessed was the kitchen. She stumbled, caught herself, then stumbled again, pulling back against the big man.
"Uh...no, no, oh God, help me, somebody, help me!" she cried.
Tom laughed. "Ain't nobody around here's gonna help you. A couple illegals live around, but they ain't gonna call the cops, no matter what the fuck they hear."
"Oh God, God!"
Marilyn tried pulling back again and nearly succeeded in yanking her arm free. Angered, Tom let go, then jerked his right arm in the air. Marilyn cringed, stepping back a half step while bringing one arm up to her face for protection. She wailed, her cry cut short when his hand slapped down hard across her face.
The stinging of his hand across her face brought tears to her eyes. Marilyn felt her knees buckle, and she sank to the floor. The flesh along her thighs and in the crack between her asscheeks crawled with terror. Tom took one step closer. She drew back, her ass resting on her heels. Marilyn rubbed her injured cheek, feeling the heat generated by the stinging blow. The sweat on Tom's face made his black hair glisten around his forehead. The skin around his dark eyes tightened while fires seemed to build at the center of his irises. Tom looked more hellishly threatening now than he had before.
"Come on, or you're gonna get more of the same."
Marilyn hesitated, wiping the tears from under her eyes. She wasn't sure what to do. Calling for help seemed useless. While she squatted there, mulling over the possibilities in her mind, Tom let out a growl. He stretched one hand down, grabbing her long blonde hair. Marilyn cried, out, feeling the pain sear through her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Reaching up, the young teen tried scratching his hands away. But Tom only laughed at her feeble attempts. He twisted her hair around and around like rope, catching the strands in his jagged fingernails. He jerked her close against the side of his black leather boot.
Marilyn sobbed, able to taste blood from her lips. Tom was laughing again, jerking up, then laughing all the more loudly when Marilyn let out a wail of pain. She was beating his legs with her fists, at times calling out to him to let her go. But Tom kept tearing at her hair, pulling out several of the strands with his upward jerks, keeping her face pressed against that filthy boot.
"Now you're gonna follow me."
Tom began moving down the hall toward the kitchen, dragging Marilyn all the way by the hair. She screamed crazily, twisting around, her ass dragging on the floor. Desperately the young girl struggled to her feet, her hands still clawing at the fingers causing so much pain in her scalp. Somehow Marilyn had managed to get to her feet, doubling over at the waist to keep her head down. Tom still had her by the hair. He pulled her in this grotesque position through the kitchen and up to a closed green wooden door. Kicking it open, he finally let go of the girl, grabbing her by the wrist once more and pulling her down the stairs. Marilyn stumbled, her hands flailing out for the handrail. It was dark and damp, little daylight reaching the cellar. Once she was at the bottom of the rotting stairwell she could see Tom had painted the basement windows blue, effectively filtering out most daylight and preventing anyone from peering in from the outside. He let her go, turning around and flipping one light on.
Marilyn rubbed her fingers through her hair, feeling as if he'd snatched her bald. Tom let her stand there for a moment. But his excitement was building too quickly for him to let her stand there for long.
Marilyn watched as he unzipped his fly. The tab went all the way down, halving his tight-fitting Levi's. More body hair appeared, curling around the silvered teeth of the zipper. She swallowed a lump of fear, trembling at the thought of what surely would happen. The pants slid down, down past his knees. It was then Marilyn saw his prick, that donkey-sized cock he'd fucked her aunt with last night!
"Oh no, no, don't touch me with that...that thing!"
"What the fuck you think I'm gonna do with it, paint the Goddamned walls?"
"No, oh no, don't!"
Her voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. He was so thick and long. The red double-lobed tip was pulsing, throbbing with lust. Even in the dim light Marilyn could make out small droplets of fuck juice bubbling out of the slit at the tip.
"Don't...oh don't," she repeated, shaking her head from side to side.
"You're fuckin' boring, you know that? I'm gonna shut you up before I fuck you," Tom said.
Marilyn sobbed, her back against the wall now. She clenched her fists, pressing them against her thighs. Hot tears rolled freely down her flushed cheeks. Only now did she think about getting fucked. Marilyn was still a virgin.
Tom braced himself against a supporting column, sliding off his boots, then pulling off his Levi's. His balls swung forward, big and leathery while his prick slowly began to rise to its full length and thickness.
Marilyn felt her cuntlips pucker while her pussywalls rubbed itchily together. Heat concentrated between her legs as if her cunt were a furnace.
"Get 'em off...your clothes. Come on, get 'em off or I'll tear 'em off."
Fighting back the sobs, Marilyn opened the zipper of her Levi's, slowly stepping from them. She was stalling for time. She folded her Levi's neatly, placing them on the floor. Her panties felt so thin against her flesh. Modestly Marilyn turned from Jack, reaching up behind her and unfastening her halter. She could hear his lips smacking like those of a wolf. The top came loose, sliding over her shoulders. Again she folded the garment neatly, placing it on top of her jeans. Now she stood there only in her bra and panties, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples because of the damp cold of the cellar.
"Oh yeah, yeah...gonna be real nice driving my hot prick right into that pussy," Tom said, his eyes settling on the dark triangle barely visible through her paper-thin silk panties.
Marilyn felt her thighs flexing, her ass tensing as the big man's eyes raped her. One part of her still wanted to run and hide from this animal. But the other part, the part that had driven her in the first place to his home, wanted to feel Tom's mouth on her thighs. She needed sharp teeth between her legs. Closing her eyes, Marilyn remembered how her aunt pitched and yawed while Tom fed on her pussy. She wanted that too, wanted it all! Her nostrils flared. Tom put his hands on her thin shoulders. Marilyn pulled back, whimpering, but he wouldn't let her go. Holding her wrist with one hand, he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider. He was cupping her crotch, rubbing the soppy nylon crotch of her panties up between her cuntlips. The resulting shocking sensation made her open her mouth and let out a sigh.
"Like somethin' like that, don't you? Man, you dig having your pussy fucked around with. All that damned bitchin' and moanin' don't mean shit when a dude's fuckin' with your cunt, right baby?"
"Don't...don't talk like that. I don't feel like that, not at all...."
"Yeah, sure."
Tom slipped his hands under her right elastic leg band, his fingers snaking through her curly blonde cuntal thicket. Marilyn stiffened, her back rubbing up against the wall behind her. The scratchiness hurt and scraped her flesh. No one had touched her ever like this. She tried pushing his hand away. But he had jammed his belly against hers, making any movement impossible. "No!"
Marilyn pulled her face away from his, biting down on her pouting lower lip. Without thinking, she shoved her cunt forward, feeling his thick thumb working its way into her tight pussy. Marilyn felt the heat suddenly increase where Tom's digit was raping her. And then he shoved his thumb in a little more at an angle, bringing it up until the jagged nail was pressing against her clit. Marilyn's knees buckled again, her ass rubbing hotly against the wall.
"Stop it...uhhh, stop...it!" she gasped.
The words came out haltingly as that thumb worked up and down against her clit. Oh, it was almost like the time she had fingered herself in bed after watching her aunt getting beaten, roped and fucked. Only this was better. Then he crushed that clit under the nail.
Marilyn's face twisted into a mask of hellish pain, her lips parting and trembling while her eyes bulged from their sockets. Her cries echoed off the walls while her neck veins became distended. Again she let out another agonized cry.
Tom pulled his hand away, coming out of her cunthole with a muted sucking sound. Marilyn slumped forward, the pain still throbbing between her thighs. Her forehead rested against his shoulders. Tom pushed her away, holding her at arm's length while his eyes once more feasted on her half-naked body.
He led her to a small crate shoved to one side of a water heater. Tom told her to stand there, his eyes silently warning her of more pain if she were to disobey him. Reluctantly Marilyn did as she was told, keeping her head bent forward, not daring to let her gaze follow him. There were dragging and clanking sounds. And then he returned, throwing what appeared to be several lengths of rope on the floor along with various clips and clamps.
"Get up on the crate. On your hands and knees."
Marilyn did as she was told, her knees scraping painfully on the hard, splintery wood. She knelt, the tops of her feet hanging over the edge of the crate. Tom ordered her to lean forward, thrusting her hands between her legs until her wrists were almost even with her ankles. Marilyn felt her shoulders finally touching the leading edge of the crate. Tom took a length of half-inch line and began wrapping it in figure-eights around her wrists and ankles, binding all four together and finally securing them in a double slipknot. He tightened the rope until Marilyn grunted, her teeth chattering against each other from the chafing sensation.
"No, no, oh God, this is...horrible!" she gasped, twisting her head around and staring over her left shoulder. Tom was saying nothing, tightening the ropes against her flesh until they pinched. Marilyn grimaced, more tears filling her eyes and blurring her vision. Her shoulder and upper-arm muscles were starting to ache from this doubled-over position while the tightened line began strangling the blood from her fingers. Marilyn worked them back and forth, curling them, trying to keep the blood flowing while she swallowed hard.
"Tired of your yappin', " Tom said. He produced what appeared to a bit and bridle. "Open up...open up or I'm gonna break your fuckin' jaw and jam this thing in."
Marilyn did as she was ordered, her pulse racing madly while beads of perspiration dotted her smooth forehead. She twisted her fingers around the rope once again as Tom shoved a red rubber ball up beyond her front teeth. Her jawbone ached from being pried open that far. The girl tilted her head back until her neck muscles throbbed, trying to keep the spittle from building up behind the gagging ball. Her teeth chewed on the foul-tasting red latex.
"This'll finish it off," he said, affixing the ball to her head by looping a black leather strap from the gag around her head, tightening it so the leather pressed the flesh around her lips white.
"Uehhhhffffff!" she gasped.
"Now gonna fuck you, bitch. Gonna fuck you till your brain pops...just like a lotta cunts I know. OP Tom's dick's done a lotta plowin' in its time. But this is gonna be a super fuck. Can tell that," he said as the big stud moved around behind the crate.
Tom slipped another piece of line between the leather strap around her head and her skull, bringing it back in a kind of rein. Jerking up, he snapped Marilyn's head back until her neck muscles cramped. The girl howled, her cries muffled by the latex ball. Her muscles tensed, bulging against her sweat-damp flesh while her toes curled in anticipation.
Marilyn's mind reeled in sheer horror as Tom kept tugging back at the rope. He was behind her now. She heard his knees bumping up against the crate. And then she felt something brushing up against her asscheeks. It was his cock, that fat prick she'd seen fuck her aunt's hot cunt. She had to tell him she was a virgin! She had to tell him she'd never done anything like this before! He would surely tear something inside her if he fucked her hard and fast, the way Aunt Betty seemed to like. But it was impossible for her to say anything.
Tom rubbed his fingers along her cuntlips, rubbing the full length of his right forefinger up and down against her crack. Marilyn groaned, chewing down on the gag as she felt her tingly cuntlips squeeze tight against the teasing digit.
CHAPTER FOUR
She felt the flat of his hand smack hard across her right ass-cheek. Marilyn screamed through the rubber ball, her eyes bugging out as she felt his fingers brand her asscheeks. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling from the force of the blow while the hot stinging sensation burned its way into her brain. He hit her again, his fingers striking cross-wise from the first blow.
"Gotta warm up that butt," Tom grunted, cocking his arm and backhanding her left ass-cheek.
The young teen blushed furiously, shamed by this grotesque position he'd bound her in, and shamed by the heat rising in her cunt because of beating.
Tom stopped hitting her ass, placing his hands flat on either ass-cheek, then slowly spreading her cheeks. Marilyn grunted, chewing on the rubber ball. She felt the warm wet flesh of her asscrack pulling apart. The damp basement air was making her sweaty flesh feel suddenly cool. And more importantly Marilyn felt Tom exposing both her cunt and asshole. She felt both fuck-holes winking shut, the muscles cramping as his fingers slid down into her asscrack.
He was pushing his face into her ass now. Marilyn stared wildly in front of her, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut. Her fingers clawing at the ropes, the blonde teen jerked against the creaking crate. He was putting his mouth on her cunt! She could feel his lips pressing against the hot, puffy membranes, his tongue wriggling down past the tense rubbery muscles and finally touching her inner cuntlips! Marilyn squirmed against her bonds, feeling Tom's fingers still holding her prisoner. Oh, it was so odd having him touching her like that!
He pressed his long straight nose hard against her clit. Fireworks exploded in her cunt, showering sparks deep into her pussy. Tom was flicking his tongue teasingly in and out, in and out, fucking her with his tongue as if it were a tiny cock! Marilyn closed her eyes, gasping through the awful rubber ball.
"Nice tastin' cunt...man, good and clean down there," Tom growled, pulling out for a second, then diving back between her shivering thighs.
Marilyn thought she was going to faint when she felt his tongue go in all the way! Her legs shivered, her knees scraping painfully along the splintery top of the crate. His tongue had shot in and was now touching her cherry! Tom grunted, surprised at having found the tight little membrane there. He twisted his head around and around, his nose brushing over the rounded tip of her partially hooded clit once more.
"Fuckin'-A, baby. You still got your cherry. I wouldn't have believed it if you had told me. Too bad about that. Gonna be a little messy at first. But then you'll get used to it," Tom said.
Marilyn shivered, remembering all those stories she had heard about the pain of being fucked for the first time. Again Tom went back between her spread asscheeks, diving down, sticking his tongue in and out until he was making Marilyn prance her ass in tight little circles for more. The girl panted, drops of sweat rolling down her tits and splashing onto her knees.
"I'll take care of that cherry...and not with my dick. Ain't gonna mess up that beauty."
She heard Tom move away from the crate. There was some rustling behind her, and it occurred to the girl he was going through his trousers for something. There was a metallic click. And then Tom was back behind her, smoothing his fingers over her ravaged asscheeks.
"See this?"
She felt Tom leaning forward. He was pushing something in front of her eyes. Blinking, straining her eyes, the girl realized he was holding an ivory and silver-handled switchblade in front of her.
"That's gonna pop you open for me, baby. Gonna make you a real woman."
"Nooffffff!" Was he crazy? The girl screamed, the cords straining in her throat while her hands chafed wildly against the ropes.
Tom laughed, moving back. There was a moment of silence. Then Marilyn felt him moving the point of the knife along the sole of her right foot. She gasped. The girl stayed very, very still, concentrating on the touch of that blade. Curling her toes, Marilyn shivered against the restraining bonds. Oh, this was awful, far more threatening than what her aunt had endured the night before! Tom moved the knife up along her right thigh until it was tracing a thin line along her right upper arm. Marilyn blinked away several hot tears, wondering if he was going to cut her or not. She could feel her sphincters threatening to fail her. And, for the first time, the girl realized she had to pee. Tensing all her muscles, Marilyn fought for control, her heart beating so fast she was certain it would tear through her.
He brought the knife back to her ass, pressing the pointed end harder against her flesh. Marilyn grunted, trying to inch away from the pain. It was impossible. The ropes held her too firmly to the crate. More goose bumps exploded all over her flesh. She didn't dare look back at the big stud. She tried closing her eyes, but the fear racing through her now demanded she keep them open and staring. Strangely enough, more fuck juice began oozing from her cuntal slit, wetting down the blonde curls protecting her pussy-crack.
"Okay, baby, okay," he hissed through his teeth, breathing with raspy sounds now. so
Marilyn wanted to sink out of sight. She regretted she had even thought of coming to this place. What had possessed her? And now it was impossible for her to get out. She felt the wet, sticky line of her pussy-crack completely exposed now, totally vulnerable in front of him. She closed her eyes in shame, sucking in a ragged breath through her burning nostrils.
The blade slid across her right ass-cheek. Marilyn trembled, chewing down again on the ball gag. With just a little more pressure she knew Tom could slice her open. He pressed the flat of the blade against her ass-cheek now, rocking it up and down, the point leaving a white mark in her pink flesh when it pressed in. Marilyn curled her fingers and toes until they cramped, her face becoming a mask of concentration. She wanted to cry, to beg him to stop this horrible teasing. But it was impossible for her to say one word. She wanted to break free. But Marilyn knew the slightest move might put the blade's tip right through her flesh.
Marilyn felt her cuntal muscles relax, then tighten, the resulting reflex motion making her pussy suck in air. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably as the knife traced along the outer line of her cuntlips. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area terrified her. She let out a low moan, dropping her head until it was dangling over the edge of the crate. How her shoulders hurt! It was the way Tom had roped her, dragging her arms all the way back until her fingers were almost even with her toes. The weight of her body rested on her knees and shoulders! How awful it was to be hogtied like this and unable even to jerk away from this teasing pain.
Tom pulled the knife away. The girl relaxed, letting the air from her lungs out. She relaxed her muscles. The hard tips of her tits touched the crate. Marilyn felt a hot trickle of cunt-juice seep from her velvety cuntal lining, dribbling down the backs of her thighs. She reddened, knowing full well Tom was witness to this obvious show of sexual arousal. What would he do now?
There was a shocking chill at the center of her cunt. He pressed the flat of the blade against the wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her pussylips. She felt her cunt clamping shut on the knife, the pussylips slitting themselves against the blade. It was awful! And Tom was still moving that knife.
She arched her back, presenting her opened cunt to the big man.
"Goddamned slut. You're all alike, you fuckin' sluts. You come in all ages and sizes, but once you got a dick in you or somebody fucks with your pussy, man, you can't get enough of it, can you?"
"Uhhhhh...noooooffffff!" Marilyn cried out in protest. He was wrong. She was no slut. She was a good girl. He was forcing her to feel all this, forcing her to experience all these dreadful sensations!
"Oh, baby, hot pussy...good hot cunt, and right here in front of me!"
The continual touch and chill of the blade against her cunt sent streamers of incredible lust "through the terrified teen. She slowly became aware of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging cunt-juice dribbling over the small cuts made her clit swell bigger. Marilyn found a hotter, more concentrated lust flowing out from her crotch. She struggled with herself again. But, as much as she fought, the girl couldn't ignore the heat rising between her splayed thighs. And how her ass pranced for that knife!
Marilyn's pulse raced. How she wanted something more than that blade teasing her. She thought of that hot thick cock that had split her aunt wide open the other night. Yes, she wanted that prick. The girl wanted that cock sliding into her, spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart until she came! Oh, what a terrifying, naughty thought! How that knife was changing her in moments! And then she felt the awful tip of that blade touching her clit-folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill blasting through her.
"Oh, yeah, man, you should see yourself from back here bitch. Yeah, you're so fuckin' hot you're gonna melt my fuckin' blade."
Marilyn felt her cuntlips catch fire. Her head throbbed and pounded from the excitement while all the time she thought about his threat. Was he going to use that knife to cut through her cherry? Was he joking? Was he actually going to stab that thing into her body? Surely he would cut part of her pussy as well! And for some awful reason, that notion made her cunt-juice flow faster. Marilyn felt the rising heat of her lust on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. The fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the terror of Tom's knife wound her excitement higher and higher.
"Oh, fuckin' Christ! Man, you're somethin' else, kid. You got one hell of a hot, suckin' cunt."
Tom dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove that ran white along her pink flesh from her ass down to the edge of her cun-tal mouth. Somehow the girl managed to shove her ass back at Tom. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her pussy, then up past the puckered ring of her asshole. Marilyn wanted to hide her aroused cunt from the big man. Then a spasm in her asshole made her cunt unclench, and the air in her overheated cunthole blew out. Tom noticed and laughed, slapping her ass hard, as if in reproof.
"Man, you can't control yourself, baby. Blowin' farts out through your Goddamned pussy. Too bad this is gonna end pretty fuckin' soon. Could do this all damned night," Tom said.
Again he struck her, beating her ass, reddening the asscheeks and making them dance against one another while his hands slapped stingingly. And then he was back with the knife, teasing her pussy. Marilyn knew she was shaming herself. But there was nothing she could do. She knew she would have pain from the bursting of her cherry. Perhaps that was what she had wanted in the first place. Pleasure and pain. As odd as it seemed at first, the two feelings now seemed to work together. And now the girl felt Tom poking at the rim of her asshole. She gasped. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her shitter inward. He was threatening to break the surface. The same forbidden pleasure she'd felt after shitting from a spicy meal rose deep in her guts. For a second the teen thought of Tom shoving his prick into her shitter. Yes, that would be something for the books, something that would surely make her feel more of a slut than she did now.
Tom was panting now, jacking his prick with one hand while toyed with her pussy with the other. His fist pounded on his cum-slicked cockshaft faster and faster. He poked the tip of the knife into the puffy edges of her cuntlips, then into her asscheeks. Marilyn moaned, rolling her ass as much as she could from left to right. She arched her back, thrusting her ass at him. The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her pussy. The entire area was fired with heat and light stinging pain.
"Bitch! Pig! You dig it, dig havin' this done to you. You want more? You're gonna get it...the hard dick of this stud, baby."
Marilyn winced at the sound of the knife being flung onto the basement floor. Thank goodness he wasn't going to carry out his threat and stab her cherry open! Marilyn felt his forefinger wriggling in fast, sliding on the thick greasy coating of her fuck juice. In a moment the nail was jabbing up against her membrane, pressing it in. The girl started feeling a terrible hot hurt. Tom grunted something to her, something about hanging on. And then came the piercing agony, the hot flash of pain that shot to her brain.
The agony, the tearing sensation down there between her legs told Marilyn that Tom had ripped her cherry. He had done it quickly-not if with the blade, but with his finger. He kept moving it back and forth in soft fucking movements, scraping around and around, then finally pulling out.
Tom let her cry for a little. Gone. In one fast stab, her innocence, her childhood was gone. What should have been done by a husband or at least a very special lover had been done by this near-stranger-and with his finger.
"Now you take it all the way. Ain't no problems now, no cherry's gonna get in the way, man," Tom sneered.
He was standing up against the crate, hooking his fingers around her jutting hipbones and pulling the girl back a little. Soon Marilyn felt the blind stabs of his prickhead against her ass. Then the bulbous cockhead slipped up against her crack, puckering in the outer labia. Tom's fingers gripped her body more tightly, his hairy chest heaving up and down while he tensed his ass.
Marilyn felt the pressure of his prickhead against her outer labia. The cuntlips resisted for a moment, then finally gave in. With a slippery, greasy pop, Tom's prickhead slid in. Marilyn let out a little gasp.
Tom moved back, pulling out a little, then shoving down once more. He moved around so she could feel his prickhead reaming out her tight little hole. The spongy cockhead wormed around and around, pushing deeper into her pussy.
"Man, tight...real tight, but...uhhh, you're openin' up. Yeah, openin' up to my dick. Ohhhh, baby, baby, havin' you like this is real nice...real nice. Christ, ain't fucked a virgin for a long time. You like havin' some cockmeat in you? 'Cause baby, you're gettin' a real feast. Ain't too many guys got pricks like mine!"
Marilyn felt him raising a little on his toes, making sure the length of his cockshaft touched her clit at all times. How those sparks made her cuntal muscles spasm, cinch down on that fucking prick.
Marilyn let out a gaspy sigh as a powerful spasm passed through her pussy. The teen felt herself flying high over the room, her pussy milking and clutching at the invading, penetrating prick. Contracting her cunt-muscles, she milked lightly at his cock without moving her hips.
Tom groaned, slapping her ass, then holding tightly onto her hips once more.
The rising heat in her cunt made her move once more, rocking from side to side. She arched her back like a cat, pulling and tugging at the ropes holding her arms and hands captive. She swiveled her ass, nearly falling from the crate. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cock-bush against her asshole. Every scratchy curl found a nerve ending to stimulate. The itching, burning sensation in and around her pussy and ass drove her mad. Marilyn shoved back as much as she could against Tom's pounding prick, her ass weaving about.
Tom reached forward with one hand, his fingernails clawing at the sensitive nubs of her tits. The girl grunted and sobbed with pain. The stretching in her cunt and the gouging pain around her nipples numbed her mind. All she wanted was to have those feelings increase.
The crate squeaked and groaned, once more threatening to break. The thrusts of Tom's prick and the power of his groin slapping against her knocked the wind from her lungs.
In a moment it would be all over, blowing apart in her gut. And there would be Tom, mocking her, laughing at her while he dumped his load of spunk in her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh baby, baby...yeahhh, come on, milk my dick like that. Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, honey...that's it, man, gonna cum all over your fuckin' cunt!"
Marilyn felt as if she were all cunt-hot, wet, milking pussy. The ropes strained against her ankles and wrists while Tom fucked her more brutally than ever. It was almost like a battle, a deadly struggle on the small, narrow crate. The wood cracked again, and the girl thought she would fall through the splintered wood, impaling herself while Tom held onto her ass and still fucked deep and hard.
Marilyn grunted like an animal, a low harsh noise that ripped at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated her excitement, the cock and the hands that caused it. Tom that awful man, was making her feel this way.
"Oh yeah, baby, gonna do it...gonna blow apart right in your fuckin' snatch!"
His words chilled her to the bone. Marilyn tried to hold off. Dangling like this between excitement and climax, the girl loved the blast furnace of heat in her cunt. It grew and grew, her body shaking and shivering with every forward blow of his prick. She could both hear and feel his balls slapping against her asscheeks. She heard the squishing of his prick in her cunt.
Marilyn bit down hard on the rubber ball. Surely she'd die, or at least pass out when she came. All her will was being focused on her pussy, pinpointing around the pistoning rod of prickmeat in her guts.
Marilyn knew Tom's cock was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the first spurt.
She thought about snapping his prick in half when the thick jizz shot out. Marilyn growled again, swiveling her ass. She clamped tight, her brain blowing apart into millions of brightly colored pieces.
"Yeaaahhhh...come on, baby, come on you fuckin' little bitch-slut. Ride it with me, you cunt!"
Tom's fingers clawed at her asscheeks, leaving long red scratch marks on her flesh. His cock thickened. Marilyn could feel his prick pressing against the convulsing sides of her pussy. The pounding beat of his cock-thrusts slowed for a moment. Then he started up again, beating her ass more wildly with his groin. The girl swallowed more spit, shouting around the gagging ball. Marilyn ground her teeth, readying herself.
"Man, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeahhhh!"
Tom slammed forward, his fingernails scratching her thighs cruelly. She felt his body stiffen, then shudder against her ass. Marilyn felt the blunt point bounce off her cuntal walls. Blind with determination to hurt him, the girl held on, cramping her pussy muscles until they hurt.
"Uhhhfhhfhhfhffffff!"
It was like burning gasoline spurting into her cunt. Lava-like blast of jizz fire hosed against her pussywalls. Marilyn yelped, feeling the gush of hot spunk spattering, actually burning and eating into her cuntal walls like sulphuric acid!
"Fuck it out, baby!"
The horrid viciousness of the situation and Tom's arousal made her mind whirl. She gasped, blowing out around the gag. It was easy to choke like this, Marilyn thought, pushing her tongue against the rubber ball. The gag was threatening to roll back against her windpipe, choking her.
"Man, oh man...move that ass, yeahhh, just like that. Move it for my shootin' cock!"
The first massive jolt of her cum shattered Marilyn completely. Her hips jerked, swiveling against the restraining ropes. The girl thought the line would surely cut into her flesh to the bone. Tom pitched forward, grabbing her hair and yanking back her head. He bit the nape of her neck, nearly piercing the skin with his large front teeth. Fucking her like an animal. Yes, he was doggie fucking her, fucking her like the bitch she was. Another blast of jizz shot deep into her pussy. Marilyn sobbed.
The skin around her cunt and asshole was on fire. Marilyn cried out again, knowing that this session was only the start, only the beginning.
Tom moved his prick in and out slowly, shifting his hips, feeling every inch of her pussy with his prickmeat. The girl could feel his jizz oozing out, seeping down the backs of her tensed thighs. And then it was over. Her pussy muscles grew soft, the ripples dying away. Reality began trickling in, alerting her to the real danger she was in. Marilyn saw she was tied-unable to more. He had silenced her as well. Lord only knows what he would do next.
"Gonna keep you on ice for a while, baby. I gotta rest. And we're gonna have a surprise for you."
Tom kept the ball gag in her mouth, saying it was to keep her from annoying him with her cries and whimpers. Slowly he unfastened the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles, purposely dragging the line over the pink chafed flesh to increase her agony.
Marilyn looked around more carefully now. There were ringbolts in the cinderblock walls. At various places in the ceiling, pulley assemblies were screwed into the overhead beams. Shelves and cabinets showed grotesque instruments of torture. Tom moved Marilyn forward until she stood naked directly under a pulley. She drew one leg over the other, trying to hide her cunt modestly in spite of what she'd recently endured. Tom noted her shame and smiled, rubbing one hand lightly over her ass.
"Nice ass...man, could butt-fuck that shitter right now," Tom said.
Marilyn shuddered at the thought of having Tom's prick fucking into her ass.
"Just stand there," he told her.
Tom busied himself, fishing around in another cabinet for more lengths of rope. Marilyn watched as the big stud threaded a six-foot length through the pulley, bringing it down to the level of her mouth. Fastening a sheepskin-lined cuff to her right wrist, Tom slipped the free end of the pulley rope through a small opening at the top of the cuff, securing it with a figure-eight knot. Moving to one side, he pulled the rope down, slowly raising Marilyn's hand up.
He tugged up until her right hand strained high above her head, out of reach. She looked frightened, staring wildly at the man in front of her.
"I'll keep you on ice all fuckin' day like this if I have to. But...I think I'll give you somethin' else to keep your mind busy," Tom added, wrinkling his forehead up thoughtfully, then looking about the basement.
He produced a small pyramid of wood approximately eighteen inches high, the pointed tip rounded somewhat. Placing it by her feet, Tom took the rope he had fastened to a wall hook and untied it, grabbing it hard and pulling down once more.
Marilyn groaned through the ball gag. She a could feel her muscles straining, the tendons bulging against the flesh of her upper arms. The pinioned girl rose higher and higher on her toes. Then, with a gasp, she rose slowly above the floor until she hung suspended like a hamhock, at least eighteen inches from the floor.
Marilyn cried out, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. The broad band was cutting into the flesh of her wrists, stoping some of the circulation to her fingers. She twisted slowly, her flesh turning a slight blue while her tits rose and fell heavily on her heaving chest.
Tom took another look, then busied himself slipping a leather anklet around the girl's right ankle. Another was attached to her left wrist. He raised Marilyn's right leg and bent it back, resting it against his chest while warning the girl not to make any crazy moves. He then pulled her free arm down, attaching the two bands together with a single link. Now the sobbing girl hung from one wrist.
Tom then kicked the pyramid of wood under her. Marilyn felt the pointed tip bang against her ankle. It was then she realized the device could possibly ease some of the strain from her bound wrist. She bent her knee slightly, finally sliding her naked sole over the tip. It was high enough that her foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. Marilyn realized that if she put too much weight on the pyramid, there might be more pain than if she simply hung by her wrist from the ceiling.
"That's a good bitch," he said, scratching his stubbly chin. "I ought to take a picture of this. Maybe it's just the thing for your yearbook, eh, slut? Girl most likely to succeed and all that."
His mocking laughter echoed hellishly from the basement walls. Marilyn stared wildly about her, swallowing down yet another lump of fear. It was a terrible punishment. When she put more weight on her sole to relieve the ache in her shoulders, the girl felt the point nearly tear through her flesh. She whimpered, twisting her foot around and sliding down the pyramid, thus adding more strain to her bound wrist.
"I think I could have some fun with you even now," Tom said, bringing one hand down to his crotch. He had remained naked, his long prick dangling from his groin like an unused garden hose. He stared at the dangling helpless girl as his cock began to spring back into life. Blinking away the blurring tears, Marilyn saw it thickening, the thick blue veins starting to press up against the flesh once more. His balls tightened, puckering up against his crotch while that sheen of excitement began to glisten across his handsome, thick-muscled body.
Marilyn tossed her head from left to right in growing terror, her movements making the rope jiggle wildly above her. With some difficulty and a grimace of pain, the young teen jerked her foot around, trying to find the pyramid once more. Angrily, feeling fear rise in her like exploding lava, Marilyn eased the strain on her shoulders once again, trying to ignore the killing ache in her arch.
Tom moved to a low wooden shelf. On it were several leather instruments, many of which Marilyn guessed were whips and riding crops. She had seen pictures of them in books. Tom examined several carefully, running his fingers over the smooth black leather, then looking up at the frightened teen.
Marilyn turned her head away, a shudder of horror shaking her to the very marrow of her bones.
The big stud finally selected a riding crop, tapping it lightly against one palm. The girl heard the light smacking sound, remembering how his opened hand had felt when beating against her body. She remembered the knife, that horrible blade that had touched her pussy.
"Nice little girls don't come around here to oP Tom," he began, stepping up to her and poking the flat end of the crop into her belly. Tom moved it up to her tits, hefting the right one up, then letting it flop down to her chest once more. He was rubbing the cold leather against her aroused nipple, watching the nipple with interest as it became a darker red and rose hard and throbbing from her areola. "But then again, you ain't no nice kid. The way you was prancin' your ass around there while I fucked the shit outta you showed me you was a fuckin' slut. Yeah, baby, a fuckin' bitchin' slut. And sluts dig this kinda shit."
Marilyn cringed under the stinging insult, twisting her body as if she could somehow shut him off. But the torrent of verbal abuse continued, Tom degrading her, then poking that awful crop up against her belly. The girl let out another whooshing sound, her fingers curling. Tom moved around behind her, rubbing the crop up against her reddened asscheeks.
"You felt real good against my dick, baby. Real good," he said, his voice growing lower. "You're gonna feel real good again. Man, I look at you and I wanna fuck you all over. I said I might ass-fuck you. Could get into that right now. Stick my prick right...there."
To emphasize his point, Tom shoved the blunt end of the crop between her asscrack. His aim was accurate. The girl felt the blunt-edged thing tearing at her shitter ring, distending it, puckering it inward. Shocks of incredible pain and flashes of heat raced up her spine, making the girl cry out in agony. Her foot slipped off the pyramid, kicking it over.
Tom laughed, screwing in the crop more and more. Marilyn's cheeks puffed out, her teeth chomping down on the rubber ball until she thought she would bite it in half. Oh, how it hurt her terribly! The yelping teen kicked out again, her body swinging, the added weight created by those moves tearing at her bound wrist.
He pulled the crop out with a powerful yank, leaving Marilyn panting like a whipped bitch. Her foot flailed wildly for the pyramid. Moving around, he kicked the instrument back under her arch. She found it, sighing with relief, taking the tearing weight from her shoulders. Tom moved around to the front once more, rhythmically tapping the crop against one palm. He stopped for a second, his prick long and thick now. His cock pointed at her like a finger...a ten-inch finger, the double-lobed prickhead growing darker with blood while his balls tightened up.
Tom struck hard and viciously, his hand cocking back, then jerking forward, slashing the crop across her belly, then backhanding it over her lower chest. It was as if he had splashed burning gasoline on her flesh.
She yelped, somehow managing to keep her foot still on the pyramid. Marilyn coughed, shaking her head from side to side. The sudden flash of heated pain from that blow had nearly took her breath away. She stared down at the big man, her eyes surveying the crop once more. No longer was it just an instrument that aroused her curiosity. She knew now it would hurt her, torture her. Tom poked the blunt end again against her belly. This time the girl reared back, her foot sliding backward from the pyramid.
Again Marilyn felt the pulling weight of her body against her shoulders. She cried, praying to God the pain and strain would finally make her lose consciousness.
"Bitch, fuckin' slut!" Tom shouted at her, a spray of saliva coating her chest. He lashed out, smacking the leather dry against her tits.
Her sensitive tits bounced against the savage attack. For a second, the girl thought he had peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her right tit. Glancing down with fear, she saw only a long red mark appear on her flesh. She swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at him. Oh, if only she could talk. Maybe she could tell him she'd do anything, even let him stick his cock into her asshole. Anything, just as long as he would stop this awful beating. But one look at Tom told her those pleas would go unheeded. He loved seeing her like this, loved watching her dangle like a piece of meat from the ceiling. Again the crop smacked her, the sound of the leather slapping her belly flesh mixing with the muffled wails of her desperate cries.
The muscles in her belly cramped, adding to the pain already searing her shoulders and arms. Another blow, this time to her right inner thigh. A second blow smacked against her left thigh, inches away from her cunt. Marilyn let out a sharp cry of terror, fearing he would slash that horrid crop against her pussy. He would surely ruin something inside her then. Again the girl jerked away from the big man, her foot leaving the pyramid. Her body bounced and twisted like a helpless puppet.
Tom let out a harsh laugh, knowing full well what the girl was thinking. Reaching out with one hand, he grabbed at her pussy, twisting his fingers around her hairs. The pulling, tearing sensation knifed through the teen like a rusty blade. Marilyn tried bringing her foot around to kick him, anything to stop this. But the big man was still twisting his fingers in her pussy-hairs, jerking them out, tearing them one at a time from the swollen, sensitive flesh. More fuck juice oozed onto his fingers, spurting onto his palm as well.
"So, the little girl digs this? All that fuckin' helpin' and yowlin' don't mean a fuckin' thing. You want it bad, real bad. Prick-happy-that's what you are, baby, more cockeyed than them Hollywood whores," Tom snarled.
"Uhhhhhh!" Marilyn moaned.
"Cunt! Fuckin' cunt! I'm gonna teach you more about yourself in one fuckin' day than you learned all your life."
With that, he lashed the crop across her face, then brought it down over her tits and beat it around her nipples until Marilyn thought they would surely tear from her tits.
Oh, would this never end?
CHAPTER SIX
The crop came down hard once more on her thighs, crisscrossing the long red marks left by the first blows. Tom still lashed and beat at her, grabbing her cunt at times and tearing the blonde curls. He growled, his few words lost in the red rage of his sexual fury. Sweat plastered the black hair on his forehead while his prick stood out even straighter than before.
Peering down through her tear-stained eyes, Marilyn thought at times that Tom would shoot onto her without even sliding that horrid cock into her asshole as he had threatened.
He stopped. Raising one hand, the big stud wiped the sweat off his face. He was staring up at her once more, his eyes almost calm. Marilyn sagged onto the pyramid, her body stinging and hot from the blows of the leather crop. What more could he do to her? Set her afire?
Tom reached up with his hands, cupping one tit and squeezing. Her right arm spasmed, her left wrist and right ankle rubbing against one another while the ropes chafed painfully.
"You can take it, baby, really take it. And your cunt's nice and hot," Tom said.
Tom rubbed the flat of his hand now against her pussy, curling his fingers under the bottom of her cuntal bush and sinking the tips into the warm mound.
Marilyn felt her pussy spasm under that near-gentle caress. Her left knee bent a little, the foot sliding over the tip of that awful pyramid. What was he going to do now, let her go? Had he finished with her? One glance down at his stiff cock told the young teen that he had not.
She hung there from the cuff, her head hanging down. The girl's blonde hair curtained her face, hiding the shame puffing out her cheeks. There was a scraping sound behind her. Rousing herself, Marilyn looked back, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. He was moving a small crate around behind her, still holding onto the crop. With his other hand, Tom rubbed the fat head of his prick, greasing down the thick length with the cum bubbling from the tip. Marilyn felt her sore nipples puckering once more into stiff points. Her big tits were slightly flattened by the radical extension of her manacled arms.
Marilyn's joints hurt her terribly. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she waited for Tom to do something more to her. Maybe, as she had thought before, he would let her go. Her spirits sank when Tom reached around, bringing the crop down savagely across both nipples. Marilyn squealed sharply, her jaw hurting from behind pried open so long by that ball.
"Yghghghghh!" Her tits bounced after the impact, each vibration sending more flashes of agony to her brain.
Tom smiled grimly at her, kissing the nape of her neck where he had bitten her earlier. There was a slapping sound, the sound of the crop hitting the floor. Tom now stood closely behind her, his prick rubbing up against her asscheeks. He had both hands around her waist now, sliding them up until the fingers were caressing the rounded lower swells of her tits. Marilyn cried out with fear. What new humiliation and pain had he in store for her? Her body raised up from the dreadful pyramid. She breathed more easily, realizing now that Tom had lifted her an inch or two from the awful support. Then she felt him moving one hand down from her chest, down to her asscrack. In a second she felt two fingers shove up against the rubbery muscle of her shitter. It felt as if something were being torn loose down there. Marilyn screamed, shaking her head, the muscles in her arms knotting from the awful pain. A strange fire began around the rim of her asshole as he moved those fingers in and out, in and out, twisting them around like some screw.
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion as a twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole began, inflaming her aroused pussy even more.
"Sure, you don't. But, man, you're good and hot down there," Tom said, sliding one palm around her cunt and feeling the temperature rise. "Whooooeeeee, hot enough to fry up some prickmeat, bitch. Yeah, and man, good and tight and tense, even after I got through fucking my rod through you. That's the way I dig it. You're gonna be good and tight for a long time-can tell that. But I've got other plans for you right now, slut, and you're gonna dig 'em!"
Marilyn waited. She again thought of what Tom might have in store for her. That prick, fucking through her asshole? No, he couldn't be serious. He was just terrifying her. In a moment, he would be around the front, sliding his cock right up between her puffy cuntlips. But he stayed behind her, his hands hooking around her hipbones now. The girl thought of hanging there helpless while he shoved that fat cock into her pussy, greasing his prick.
"Take it, baby, take it just like you took my dick before," he grunted.
Then his cock was sliding up into her asscrack. Tom arched back, dragging his prick around to the center of the crevice, then bending his knees to get a right angle between his cock and Marilyn's shitter. She could feel the fat prickhead slipping between the rounded inner curves of her asscheeks. In a moment his cockhead was kissing her shitter-lips, pushing forward, spreading them apart. She felt his free hand move back up to her right tit, squeezing it, making the nipple pop up a little more while Tom shoved his prick in. The girl cried out, her nostrils flaring.
Marilyn bit down on the hard ball, spittle frothing around the corners of her stretched lips. There was no delight in having her asshole pulled open like this! Instead the young teen felt only agony as more muscles knotted and cramped. Her arms and legs spasmed, her left leg kicking that pyramid over once again. Tom let her dangle, half supporting her with one hand while jamming his crotch up against her ass. Marilyn squirmed up against him, feeling herself held up from the floor by that shitter-driving prick.
That cock was splitting her wide open. Marilyn felt the pain of his gradual fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. The agony seemed to spread everywhere. Her belly tightened while her head throbbed as if he had struck her again across the face with that crop. Marilyn screeched. She wept, the tears burning into her nostrils.
Now both Tom's hands cupped her nipples, twisting them, pinching the sensitive flesh cruelly. And then yet another inch of his cock split her asshole.
In a moment the sphincter muscles relaxed, surrendering to the steady pressure of Tom's cock. With a pop, his double-lobed cockhead slipped past the tense rubbery muscles, plowing into the teen's moist bowels. Marilyn coughed, feeling as if someone had shoved food up her ass and down her gut at the same time. Tom kept on pushing more prickmeat into her. She could feel the obscene slippery slide of his greasy cock squeezing through her ass. ft
Then Tom paused. He was panting against the back of her neck, his knees shaking slightly against the back of her dangling leg. Then he began pulling back.
Marilyn pitched forward, the bile rising in her throat. She was completely torn in half, both in her ass-flesh and in her mind. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed against Tom's belly as he pulled out until only his dickhead remained in her asshole. She could feel him tensing again, getting ready for another forward fuck-thrust.
He did it, the sliding of his prick sending shivery hot thrills through her ass. Fucked, fucked in the ass after having been fucked in the cunt. And all the while she had been bound helplessly, enduring dreadful pain. Marilyn's cheeks puffed out, the air escaping around the gagging ball. Above her, Marilyn could hear the rope straining, groaning from the weight of her violated, bouncing body.
He repeated the fucking action several times, then paused to rest with only his prickhead embedded in her asshole. It was so strange.
Tom began shoving back into her. He grunted at the move, sliding his hands down to her pussy. She felt those fingertips play with the tangled curls of her cunt, then move up to her clit. He was fingering her, sliding one forefinger into her cunt, then drawing it up until the knuckle brushed her clit.
Tom moved rapidly back and forth, his cock fucking her shitter again and again. As the fucking speed of his prick increased, the girl felt more fuck juice come from her cunthole. And his fingers were fucking her now. She felt two of them inside, stretching her slick pussy lining, making soft squishing sounds.
Marilyn was panting, trying hard now not to lose consciousness as their fucking entered the final round. Her tits were mashed under his hands as Tom alternately finger-fucked her cunt, then pulled out his fingers to pinch her nipples. In a second, she heard Tom grunt heavily, his body shaking against hers. He was going to cum. Again his fingers reached down into her pussy, pinching her clit, driving her clit down into the surrounding squirmy flesh. Marilyn snapped her head back, her body spasming all over. Jolts of lightning exploded in her asshole, sparking over to her clit. She thought she felt something pop in her shoulder. Jack jammed his prick in and held still there, his cockhead spitting out gouts of cum that burned into her ass-guts.
Marilyn wept. The smashing rhythm of their fucking knocked the wind from her lungs. It sent too many hot signals up her spine into her brain. Her overloaded brain shattered.
Tom grunted again, pulling his slackening cock out. Marilyn silently cursed the big stud. Her asshole was still fluttering.
"Man, oh, man, that was as good as fuckin' you in the cunt...maybe better," Tom told her.
Marilyn felt her arms slowly cramping again. Her toes brushed the overturned pyramid. She had never felt so deserted in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt while the stud's jizz oozed from her stretched asshole. Double-fucked-by fingers and a prick! She would have laughed hysterically if that awful ball hadn't prevented her from doing so. Slowly the girl realized just how badly her shoulder and wrist were on fire. To move at all was pain. And how she hated that thing under her foot, the pyramid that Tom had now righted and slipped under her bare sole. Tom let her hang like that for what seemed like hours while he went upstairs.
Would he leave her like this? Would she remain hanging in this grotesque, awkward position until she finally fainted from the pain? More time passed, more moans and gasps tearing from her throat. Soon she was crying out in protest and agony, twisting and writhing against the horrid rope. Tom finally returned, a half-filled can of beer in one hand.
"Probably about to pull your fuckin' shoulder outta whack," Tom said, putting down his beer. He sauntered over to her, pushing his finger into her soft tummy.
Marilyn tensed, her muscles knotting up as she anticipated yet another beating. The cum still oozed from her asshole.
Instead Tom moved around to the hook in the wall, unfastening the rope attaching her to the overhead pulley and gripping it tightly. Slowly he lowered her to the floor and removed the gag. A moment later, Marilyn was on the floor, sitting in a twisted position. Her arm and leg still hurt. But at least the weight of her body was off her wrist. She curled her free leg around, examining the naked sole. No. The pyramid hadn't done any damage. There was a small imprint where the rounded point had continually pressed.
Tom moved around, unfastening the cuffs, then pulling them from her wrist and ankle.
Marilyn sniffed, rubbing her wrists together, then examining her ankle. No, there had been no damage. The long red marks on her belly, thighs and asscheeks remained, souvenirs of Tom's beating. But the cuffs had been made so as not to leave much of a trace. She pushed the long blonde hair from her eyes, cringing there on the basement floor. Would he let her go home now? Had he satisfied himself?
"Somebody's comin' over here in a while," Tom said, glancing down at his large metal watch. "But we got some time. Too bad you made me cum so hard. But I got other ideas for you."
"What?" Marilyn stared up defiantly at the big man, working her sore jaw.
"Stuff. Don't make no difference if you know or not."
Tom finished his beer, tilting his head back and swallowing the contents of the can. More than once the teen eyed the stairs. They were so close. All she had to do was grab her clothes and run. If she could make it to the front door, there was a good chance she could escape him. Tentatively Marilyn stretched one foot out, about to scramble up and make a dash for it.
Just as Marilyn reached for the handrail to the stairs Tom whirled around, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her back down to the floor. She yowled, her asscheeks slamming so hard against the concrete Marilyn thought she had broken her tailbone.
"Don't think you can get away from here unless I let you." Tom pulled on her hair again, then cuffed her lightly across the chin, knocking her to the floor.
Marilyn crumpled into a heap of defeat.
"You don't wanna leave good enough alone, eh? You wanna play still, right?"
"Oh no no, please, lemme go."
"So, we're gonna play right now." He pulled her up by the hair.
Marilyn screamed, her feet flying out from under her. He slapped her several times across the cheeks, threatening her with more severe blows if she so much as moved.
Sobbing, lowering her head, Marilyn stood her ground. She pressed her knees together, holding her small, vulnerable body up.
"Put your arms behind you, bitch. Gotta keep you tied up all the time. Man, can't even go for a beer or have a little rest without you tryin' something."
Marilyn pushed her hands behind her. This time the cuffs Tom usd were metal ones...a little narrower than the first ones, but far more painful. He snapped them tight around both wrists, then pushed the girl back to the pulley she had stood under earlier. This time Tom attached the line to these new cuffs. He reached around and pulled the free end of the rope down, raising her arms behind her. Marilyn let out a sob, her head bending down until her neck and shoulder blades were parallel with the floor. Tom fixed the rope at that point, moving around to another cabinet and pulling out what appeared to be a large leather handbag. Fluffing it in front of her, Tom stretched it to its shape. A mask-or more accurately, a as type of hood. The only opening was a two-inc zipped line that could be slipped shut.
"This'll keep you quiet for a while...better than that fuckin' ball."
"No, oh no, no, don't...I'll suffocate!" she wailed, now noticing two small holes where the nose would go. Was that enough to survive?
"There you go, baby, have a good time," Tom said, chuckling cruelly as he slipped the hood over her head.
Marilyn struggled, her shoulders aching from the backward and upward position of her arms. Her feet slipped along the cold floor. But there was nothing she could do. She watched as he opened the hood, positioning it over her head, then pulling it down over her skull. Strands of her hair caught in the leather, tearing free of her scalp with maddening pain. It was like having a second skin fitted over her head. Marilyn felt it pressing first against her forehead, then sliding down, seemingly pulling her skin with it. She struggled again, jerking her head back as if that move could keep her face free. The leather closed over her eyes like heavy lids. She could smell the strong aroma of the black leather, an odor that she found strangely pleasant even in this grotesque situation. Tom's fingers busied themselves around the mask, tugging the front end down, then the back, fitting the leather around her nose, making sure the small holes slipped around her nostrils. Marilyn sucked in a sharp breath as the hood covered her nose and mouth. Yes, with the zipper open she could have enough air to live. But what if Tom, in some wild mood, zipped her up?
The leather hood was finally in place, Tom securing the bottom around her throat. The rope behind her pulled up a little more, jerking her wrists up and forcing her to bend forward if she didn't want her arms pulled out of joint.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was dreadfully quiet. Of course, the leather hood, snugged up against her skull, made it impossible for Marilyn to hear anything. Tom had tugged the rope up behind her a little more until she thought her shoulders would surely break. Standing now on her tiptoes to relieve the constant aching throbbing in her arms, the girl wondered what Tom meant about someone coming over. Another sadist? Another person to torment her?
Did her aunt have any idea of what bondage could lead to? Twisting her wrists against one another, Marilyn thought about Aunt Betty now. What was she doing? Was she hoping to contact Tom again and arrange another "session?" Did she have any idea that he was into more than just some simple roping on the bed?
Tom had struck her several times with the flat of his hand. He seemed to be plotting something. The rope tightened around her cuffs, raising her a little higher from the floor. Marilyn panted into the mask, sweat dampening the interior lining of the black leather hood. Her toes barely brushed the surface of the cellar floor. Slumping forward, Marilyn cried out.
"Could leave you like that, baby. Break your fuckin' arms, and I wouldn't have to worry about you gettin' away any more," Tom said from the darkness.
Marilyn begged him to lower the rope. She though surely her arms would snap. Finally, Tom agreed, letting the rope grow so slack the teen found herself standing on the flats of her feet once more. She moaned in delight. Tom was behind her now, unfastening the cuffs, then leading her to yet another station of the cross.
"Please, where are you...taking me?"
He said nothing. There were more scraping sounds, then the sound of a large wood case being hauled across the floor. She heard what she guessed was a door squeaking open. Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her back. Marilyn cried out, feeling her heels stumble against the splintery lip of the box. Marilyn stepped up, continuing her backward journey until she felt her spine touching the back. Tom told her to stay there. Then the girl felt the rushing of air against her naked body as he slammed the door shut. A coffin! A mummy's case! It was something like that.
Panicking, Marilyn jerked her hands from her side and found she could barely move. Not being able to see increased the terror rising in her her. Desperately the girl pushed her hands up, her elbows bruising against the case's hard sides. If only she could get that hood off! He had chained it, actually locked and chained the base of that dreadful thing to her throat! As wildly as her fingers worked, Marilyn couldn't get it off her head!
And it was so close in there. The young teen realized she was using up the small amount of oxygen inside. It was quickly becoming warm and humid, her breath pumping back against her throat. Keeping herself under control, Marilyn took shallow breaths to conserve what little oxygen there was.
"Like it inside, baby? Like havin' your world cut short a little?" His maniacal laughter rang in Marilyn's ears.
Minutes passed. Marilyn pricked her ears up, desperately trying to hear some movement outside. But the hood plus the heavy wood made it difficult for her to hear anything. Fear gripped her. She began whispering some childhood prayers, certain that Tom was going to do something terrible to her. She put her hands up to the front of the case, spreading out her fingers. She felt something very pointy, very sharp enter through what apparently was one of several tiny holes in the wood.
Marilyn drew her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove. Another knife? No, it was too small. It was a needle entering her coffin, coming closer to her. In a second she realized it was heading for her throat. That long sharp narrow thing was shoving through the opening in front of her. And, in another instant, Marilyn felt the point touching her throat. She coughed, a cry of despair echoing in the small case.
"No, don't! Oh please, please, don't do this to me! Oh my God!" she cried.
A second and third needle slipped in. It was awhile before Marilyn felt the pointy tips. She cried out wildly. Marilyn flattened her ass and shoulder blades against the back of the case, panting heavily. The thought of being stabbed to death in this horrid case made her near-wild with despair. And those needles touched her nipples before she could squeeze her hands up to protect herself. The terrified teen gasped as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness. Like a balloon being filled, her tits became swollen as the needles gently moved against those hard tips. Marilyn sobbed, trying to sink from the attack. But her knees banged against the front of the case. There was no escape, no way out of this thing. Helpless, the girl bawled.
Marilyn could hardly speak. The leather hood pressed so hard against her jaws that it was difficult for the girl to form the words. More needles steadily advanced. Her nipples were teased continually, the needles twisting against the hard nubs. Marilyn rubbed her bare ass against the splintery back of the coffin.
"You okay in there, baby? I don't hear your yappin' anymore," Tom called.
"No, no, take them away...oh please, don't do this to me!"
"Yeah, that's better."
There were more needles brushing up against her body. Tom was apparently having a field day out there, sticking those dreadful things in. Some touched her thighs, others poked her asscheeks. One had even snaked into her asscrack and was threatening to puncture the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. Marilyn was going mad, her mind whirling like a merry-go-round. Then two needles slipped in up front and down below. They advanced, touching her pussylips. Marilyn let out a gasping cry, jerking her ass back until the asscheeks slapped wetly against the back of the case.
"No, no, not my cunt! Oh God, please, don't do this! Don't!"
The needles stopped. The searing, dizzying agony made her body shake so violently she thought she might accidentally upend the box. That would be the end. Surely some of those needles would be like swords, piercing her body like knives! Again the teen bawled and begged for the pain and terror to end. The advancing needles finally stopped, and Marilyn sagged.
What was that humming sound? Marilyn raised her head, cocking it to one side. It sounded like machinery of some sort turning on just behind the coffin. Perspiration dotted her flesh. Marilyn was unsure of what was going on. But there would be more pain. Of that she was certain. Tom was fumbling around outside once more. Then the girl felt two sharp pinpoints of heat burn her thigh flesh. The needles! They had suddenly become glowing hot. Marilyn cried out. The thought suddenly occurred to her that it was a generator. He was going to electrocute her with that thing. The heat stopped. Two more suddenly grew hot, the electrical impulse jumping into her nipples now. The young teen screamed, her head jerking and snapping though she tried to remain still.
Marilyn felt the world growing fainter around her. Then suddenly all the needles seemed to explode with electricity. Her body was twisting and writhing madly inside the small case, making it rock dangerously from side to side. Tom had attached all those dreadful needles to the generator and now was sending a steady stream of current right into her body! At times they nearly broke her flesh, stabbing against her body again and again. Marilyn bawled, yammering for mercy while the electricity proceeded to arouse her body strangely. Her entire being was focused on those piercing objects while the current made her clit stand on end.
The torture of being electrocuted like this only heightened her feelings. The more electricity Tom fed into her body via those piercing needles, the more she felt her clit vibrating. She wailed again, snapping like a tightly drawn bow against the wood. The needles around her clit were particularly sharp. They seemed to be tiny nibbling teeth, chewing on her pussylips, nipping at her sex spindle. Then more electricity shot into her ass, distending her bowels. Immediately Marilyn thought of his cock, of the way he had stretched her shitter with that fat thing. Now she almost had the same feeling, the needle that had almost knifed through her shitter lips now entering her asshole. Sparks jumped from it to her bowel lining. How her cunt and shitter itched from the unnatural arousal.
Marilyn cried out, her temples throbbing. She began hearing a buzzing and ringing in her head while her nipples swelled up more with blood. The muscles in her belly, arms and legs were knotting up again, cramping, drawing more and more pain. Marilyn thought for a moment she could smell the aroma of burning flesh. Oh God, was he going to kill her like this? Were those knifing needles finally going to do her in?
More electricity! The pain inside her was enormous. But, in spite of it, the girl felt her climax explode. Again and again her clit throbbed, aroused by the pricking electrified needle in her cunt. She humped her cunt and ass, trying to bang her fists against the sides of the coffin once more. And then it was over. As quickly as it had begun, the electricity stopped.
Marilyn slumped against the wooden barrier in front of her. She gasped and sobbed. It was so hot in there she thought she would burn up.
"You, you animal." Marilyn could hardly speak as she slumped forward after Tom had opened the door.
"You wanna go back in?" Tom asked.
"No, no!"
The terror of being shoved back into the case and tortured again overrode everything else. She grabbed onto her tormentor, willing to do anything for him just to ensure she would never go back inside that thing again.
"Yeah, you sure moved around in there. Thought you was gonna knock it over. Have a good time?"
Marilyn rested her head against his thick-muscled chest and sobbed quietly. She was trapped, caught like some sort of Nazi war criminal. The hood was still pressed against her face, making it impossible for her to see. Marilyn had never known how terrifying it was just to have one's sight taken away, no matter how. Every sound she could make out seemed to threaten her. Tom held her for a while, laughing at her sobs. In a moment Tom clamped those awful iron wristcuffs on her. But this time he thankfully held her arms in front of her.
"Sit down," he growled, shoving her to the floor by her shoulders.
Marilyn almost willingly slapped her asscheeks against the cold concrete. Almost anything was welcomed after that horror in the coffin! Tom left her alone for several minutes after disappearing up the stairs. She sighed, scooting around the floor until she found something to rest against. Marilyn began thinking again of Aunt Betty. When would the woman start to worry about her? Marilyn had said something about coming home later. How much time had passed? It had felt like days. But something told the young girl it was barely past noon. Of course Kathy might call up, concerned her friend hadn't shown yet. That would make Aunt Betty suspicious. But would she even guess her favorite niece was here with Tom, "enjoying" herself?
Footsteps! She heard him coming back downstairs. Tensing, the girl tried to ready herself for the next blow, but felt her defenses crumbling just at the thought of what he would do next.
"Pussy still hot?" Tom asked.
Marilyn refused to answer. She dropped her head down, her lips moving againt the zip-pered opening of the black leather hood.
"Probably is. Gonna make it hotter," Tom told her.
"No!" Marilyn cried.
"Sure, baby. My friend's comin' over here to see you in a little while. Gotta make sure you're primo, you know what that means? Yeah, real primed and ready to go, to start in on fuckin' and all this other shit we been doin'. Yeah, it's gonna be real hot."
"No, no, no!"
Marilyn couldn't struggle. She wanted to, but all the fucking and all the beating and roping and other torture had taken the spunk from her.
He dragged her back up to a standing position, moving the reluctant girl, catching her when she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Marilyn wanted to sleep, to faint. But something was keeping her alive, alert, conscious when Tom was there. He stopped her, turning her halfway around. He removed her cuffs.
"Raise your arms, slut."
Marilyn sighed. It was going to be another hanging exercise. Almost automatically now, the girl did as she was told. The backs of her wrists brushed against something overhead-a wooden pole! Tom quickly attached her wrists to either end of the four-foot pole with two lengths of leather thongs. Next came her legs. Tom pulled the right over until she felt an iron eyehook with her big toe. There was the rattle of chain.
And then Marilyn felt a cuff snapped tight around her right ankle. The same thing happened to her left ankle. Then the pole overhead was raised higher and higher until only her toes touched the floor. The muscles in her legs strained against her flesh as Marilyn was drawn into a taut X above the basement floor.
"That's it, that's good, real good. Hope you're comfortable in that position. That's what you're gonna be in for a long while," Tom said.
It was better than the other positions he had chained her in, she realized. There was no bodily contortion, no restraining box, no backward pull of the arm that threaten to dislocate her shoulders. She threw her head back, almost enjoying the light stretching of her body.
"Just so you don't get too comfortable with this," Tom said, fumbling around her cunt. "Gonna make somethin' happen real hot to you."
Was he going to fuck her again? His fingers stroked her cunt. Then Marilyn realized he was putting something inside her pussy. It was short, dry, relatively small.
"Firecrackers, baby, firecrackers! Gonna heat up that pussy with a little sparkin'...just like I did with that generator. Man, you never seen so many wires goin' to a box like that." Tom snickered, pushing yet another low-powered firecracker into her cunt. "Yeah, looked like you was wired for sound. Had one hell of a time listenin' to you screamin' up a storm inside there every time I slipped another hot wire onto them needles. Learned that one over in Viet-Nam. Used to get lots of info out-ta prisoners that way. Don't think we'd get much outta you, though. You like this kinda shit too much."
Marilyn at first didn't believe Tom could be so cruel as to torment her with firecrackers. But the more she felt those things inside her, the more she knew he was telling the truth. Her knees tensed, her arms and legs knotting with excitement. She trembled and strained against her bonds once more.
"Oh yeah, baby, it's finally gettin' to you now, right? You finally understand what's gonna happen here?"
He jammed another firecracker in her asshole. The sharp entry made her wince and strangely enough made her pussy twinge.
"They're slow-burnin' fuses. You're gonna feel it all before they go off."
"No!"
Tom flipped out his lighter, igniting the three-inch-long fuses. Marilyn screamed, the growing heat as the fuses burned. She cringed and struggled against the steadily burning horror. Marilyn pulled on the crossbar. It swung slightly with her moves. The more she tugged on the manacles on her ankles, the more they cut into the flesh. She tensed and prayed. The fuses burned all the way down.
Thousands of needles tore into her cunt as she jerked her hips and ass from side to side. There was the smell of burned gunpowder. And then more agonizing heat searing through her pussy. A black cloud settled over Marilyn, and, finally, blessedly, the girl fainted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Wake up, bitch!" someone shouted.
Marilyn moved her head slowly around, feeling reality starting to creep into her brain. When she didn't make a sound at Tom's voice a second time, she felt cold water splash over her. She awoke fully with a start, noticing that the horrid black hood was still on, that she could not see still.
"I said, wake up. You been out for a while. Don't want you dozin' on me right now."
"Oh, no more, no, no more, you're going...going to kill me," Marilyn whispered.
She could hardly speak. The stinging in her cunt was still there. Now she hung there, her arms poised against the wooden pole suspended above her while her ankles still remained chained to the floor.
"Might as well take this thing off. My guest's gonna want to wear this, maybe." Tom fumbled with the lock and chain around her throat.
In a moment Marilyn felt the hood loosen around her chin. Tom began pulling it off roughly, tearing some hair from her scalp in the process. Marilyn no longer cared. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful to see again. She blinked in the light, squinting as she tried to get used to sight once again. Tom was standing there, rubbing his cock through his Levi's.
"You like it, don't you, baby? You dug get-tin' fucked in the cunt, then went crazy when I slipped this mother up your shitter. And now you want more, right?"
"Uhhhhh...."
"Right?" He slapped her hard across the face, backhanding her so his knuckles bruised her chin.
"Yes, oh yes!" she cried in quick agreement.
Tom chuckled, rubbing his hand against his chin, then looking at her. He moved forward, pressing his mouth against her pussy and driving his tongue in. Marilyn hummed, her mind exploding into a myriad of colors. It had been so long since something this gentle, this caressing had happened to her. There had been all the chains, the ropes, the whips, the beatings, the awful coffin and those needles. And now his tongue was back in her cunt, spreading her open, licking down into her cunthole and drawing up more fuck juices. Marilyn let her head fall back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling while her toes curled in delight. Oh, she didn't realize just how hot she was until that soothing tongue lashed over her clit. How good it was to feel that instead of the exploding, piercing firecrackers!
"Ohhhhh...oh yes, yes, touch me like that. It's soooo gooood when you lick me like that," Marilyn moaned, her body shivering with emotion.
"I know, baby. You dig anything. Fuck, I bet you could take on the L.A. Raiders if you had a chance," Tom sneered.
He pressed his mouth up against her cunt once more, nipping the puffed outer edges with his teeth, then taking her pussy mound in his mouth all at once and shaking it back and forth like a dog. Marilyn saw sparks fly in front of her eyes. She wailed, her body tensing against the chains and the rocking wooden pole above her.
"You know," Tom said, pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, "I thought I'd leave you up like that. But I got a better idea. I dug you the way you was before. You know, when I popped your cherry. Yeah, that's a whole lot better. And my...guest is gonna dig that more."
Tom moved quickly, first unfastening the chains around her ankles, then bringing down the overhead pole to release her wrists from the restraining thongs. Marilyn fell to the floor, Tom catching her. He dragged her back to the table she had lost her cherry on, bundling her onto the top, then twisting her around. She automatically knew what he wanted, getting down on her hands and knees, then thrusting her arms back until her fingers were even with her toes. Tom laughed at her readiness for bondage, looping the line around her wrists and ankles in figure-eights, binding them tightly together, then affixing them to the end of the table. Marilyn was back in her kneeling spread position, her shoulder blades touching the far end of the table. Tom moved around, opening his fly and pulling out his rigid prick. Marilyn stared wonderingly at it, feeling her pussy contract, winking shut with high sexual heat.
"Start sucking. Go on, suck this thing. I want to see it goin' in and outta your mouth. I wanna see cum all over your fuckin' face."
Suck? The thought had never entered the girl's mind. That was the last place of her body Tom hadn't violated-her mouth. And now he was going to take care of that little matter right now. She opened her mouth.
"You can hardly wait to take that thing in your mouth, eh? Smackin' down for some good chow...well you're gonna suck them tubes dry, baby. Gonna fill your fuckin' mouth the way I stuffed your cunt and asshole!"
Marilyn felt a chill travel down her spine at Tom's words. His fat cockhead rested on her lower lip now. She tried adjusting her position, but of course the ropes chafed her wrists and ankles. She opened her mouth wider, her jaws still aching from the ball that had gagged her earlier.
Tom bent his knees slightly, shoving in his prick until the fat cockhead spread her lips rubber-band thin. He had filled her mouth now with his cock. His fat prick had swelled up immediately, pushing her jaws open even more. The bleachy taste of the slippery fuck fluid was starting to coat her mouth and throat. Marilyn swallowed.
"Come on, keep it suckin', baby. I wanna feel that tongue all over my prick."
Marilyn did as she was told, pressing her head forward until the wiry cockbush tickled the insides of her nostrils.
"Some fuckin' virgin," Tom chuckled. "You'll do anything if a good hot stiff cock's around."
Tom moved his hips, smiling with a leer as he watched his prick bulge out Marilyn's full cheeks.
The girl swallowed hard again. It was so different having a man's prick inside her mouth. So different! She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in, her tongue laving along the sensitive bottom of his pistoning prick.
"Come on, baby, do it...oh yeahhh, gimme that fuckin' good head!"
The words stung her pride once more-or at least, what was left of it. Pride? Marilyn laughed inwardly. Surely she'd never be able to look at herself in the mirror again without seeing Tom hunkering over her like a dog, beating her, crushing her into the ground and fucking her.
Marilyn felt another strange twinge sear through her pussy. She sucked hard, bobbing her head back. Purposely the girl twisted her wrists and ankles, relishing the rough scratchy feel of the rope against her flesh.
"Oh baby, baby, that's real good," Tom hissed through his clenched teeth. His hands were nearly crushing her skull now while his groin slapped steadily up against her face.
Marilyn gobbled up as much cockmeat as she could, feeling his leathery balls swinging up against her chin. Her arms began to ache once more from this doubled-over position.
Marilyn's spit soaked Tom's groin, drops of spittle hanging like diamonds from his black curly cock hairs. She moved her lips up and down on that cock, loving the softness of the flesh while at the same time feeling the steely inner core throbbing up against the roof of her mouth.
It was so strange how doing something like this, sucking cock, could inflame her pussy. Nothing was touching her cunt. And yet Marilyn could feel the clit pulsing and twitching as if Tom were fucking her right now. Tom moved forward, stretching his hands above her back, then over to her ass. She felt his fingers on her asscheeks stroking her softly, increasing the heat in her cunt. Marilyn liked the gentle contrast with the whips and knives and needles that had plagued her previously in his basement. She rolled her ass, presenting her swelling cunt mouth to his fingers.
"Man, that's enough there...gotta have that nice stoked-hot pussy," Tom whispered.
Stoked-hot. That was a good term for it, she thought. Stoked until her pussy was threatening to set her thighs on fire. Already the juice was slicking down her flesh. Her pussy was so hot, so sore from arousal that it almost hurt her to move her ass around excitedly.
She was panting like a dog, her nostrils flaring while her chest tightened with lust. What had he done to her? In the name of God, what on earth had he done to her to make her like this? She was rutting again while the blunt head of his cock pressed against her swollen-open cuntal mouth. His prick was slick with fuck juices, slick with her spit. Marilyn let out a groan, clenching her eyes shut.
"Ohhhhh, do it! Oh God, fuck me! Stick that...uhhh...that prick in me."
Marilyn heard her own voice-low, gravelly, sounding as if it came from another woman. And the things she was begging for!
Then he was sliding his prick all the way in. There was little resistance now. Her cunt had winked open for him, the muscles snugging down teasingly, milking gently at his fucking rod. Tom braced his hands against her rounded asscheeks, feeding more and more of his greased meat while telling her how good and hot and tight she was.
"Nice, baby, nice and snug. That's how I dig 'em."
The brutal experience with the firecrackers hadn't injured her. Now there was only pleasure, the raw pleasure of having her pussy filled with a hefty hunk of prickmeat. Marilyn squealed like a stuck pig.
Tom increased the tempo of his fuck-strokes, sending more and more of his cockmeat up to her belly. She swiveled her hips in a large circle, feeling the wonderful sensation of his cockhead slipping into her gut.
"Oh, oh, that's sooooo hot...oh baby, when you move that butt like that, man, I think I'm gonna lose it and drop my load," Tom said.
Marilyn jerked her ass around more and more, prancing it, wanting more sensation before she let him cum. Tom fucked hard into her, nearly knocking the young blonde teen from the surface. His hands slipped down to her ropes, tugging hard against her wrists and ankles, chafing her injured flesh. The pain increased her lust, adding a spicy salt to her pleasure. She groaned, backing up as much as she could. Tom was stimulating her to the maximum. The thrusting mass of prickmeat in her cunt was pushing her over the edge. In a moment she'd be cumming-cumming hard and fast. The young teen paused for a second. Then, as lights exploded in front of her, she no felt Tom cumming inside her. Yes, he was dropping his load, sending streamers of his jizz into her cunt while pulling hard at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.
Her climax was devastating as well. Bound in that obscene way, the girl sent out rushing pants of breath, her tits swinging forward and sliding over the hard wood. Marilyn gasped, sucking in air, wallowing in the sinful delight of her climax.
Tom was grunting like the animal he was, finishing his cum, cruelly gathering up little fistfuls of her white flesh and squeezing them between his pinching fingers.
Then Tom pulled his prick from her pussy, smearing the cum over her outer cuntlips.
"Hadn't meant to cum. Got some more shit to put you through. But, man, you got one hell of a hot little pussy. Don't like lettin' somethin' like that go to waste."
"Just lemme go...please."
Marilyn felt she had had enough. She could hardly speak. The excitement of her sexual rush had gone. Hanging her head over the edge, she felt her cunt tighten, then slacken off as more jizz oozed from her cunt. Oh God, she had suffered so much today, had been fucked so much. Last night while watching her aunt and Tom, the girl had had no idea she would get so involved with this kind of sex. ill
"Not yet. Hey, somebody's here," Tom said, cocking his head to one side. Marilyn listened too. The doorbell was ringing. She could barely hear it. Tom zipped up his Levi's, giving her ass a light smack.
"You...you're not going to leave me like this, are you?" she gasped, raising her head painfully from the table.
"Sure. That's the best way."
Tom grinned down at her, then turned and climbed up the stairs. Marilyn sobbed, closing her eyes in defeat. There would be more, and now she had a new person to contend with. Again she heard Tom walking around upstairs. The young teen could barely make out conversation. There were more sounds, then the door opened once more. Two people began descending the stairs. Marilyn raised her head, seeing Tom come back into view. Then she saw the second person. Dear God! It was Aunt Betty!
"Hello, Marilyn." Her voice was calm as she walked behind Tom.
"I...I'm sorry. I don't know...oh, I'm so ashamed."
Betty smiled, patting her hair in place. She stared at her niece coolly, her eyes blazing with excitement.
"I found the piece of paper on the kitchen floor. You know, the one with Tom's number.
You dropped it this morning. Obviously, you memorized the address and didn't really need it." Betty looked around at the various instruments on the wall. "I see what you mean," she said, glancing over to Tom. "This is quite a playground."
"Yeah, thought somebody like you'd really appreciate it."
"I do. And my niece . . . ? "
Tom laughed, shaking his head from side to side. He pointed at her.
"You think she don't like somethin' like that? Man, she couldn't wait for me to get them ropes on her. She dug gettin' fucked and...you know, all of it."
"Yes, I think I do."
Betty set her jaw firmly, walking up to Marilyn. The girl was horrified, feeling as though she wanted to sink through the floor in abject shame. Aunt Betty put one hand under her chin, raising her head.
"You spied on me yesterday...and then you came here, getting his address somehow. That wasn't very good, Marilyn. You should be disciplined."
"Man, I been doin' that all fuckin' day, lady," Tom said. "Now I'd like to get some rope around you."
Betty shivered, but put one hand up. "I want her first. She has to be taught a lesson
. . . from me," Betty said, tilting her chin up while staring down menacingly at Marilyn.
"Oh, Aunt Betty, please...please get me outta here. I promise, I'll do anything you say. I'll clean the floors all week. I'll-"
"I was thinking about another sort of discipline, Marilyn...the sort Tom has apparently been giving you with a good deal of success."
Marilyn looked from one to the other, her flesh growing tight around her eyelids. They were speaking the same language. Her aunt was as bad as Tom. Yes, she could see that look of anger, that look in her eyes. She had let the big man tie her up and fuck her. But there was another side to Aunt Betty, one perhaps she had just discovered in herself. Marilyn shook her head from side to side, feeling the ropes wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles more tightly now.
"Oh no, no, don't...oh please, please, please, he's hurt me so much and...and I don't think I can take any more."
"Just what have you done to my niece, Tom?" Betty asked, keeping her eyes always on Marilyn.
"Just what you told me."
"Told you?" Marilyn wailed, her eyes flashing at her aunt.
"I called him earlier when I thought you'd be coming over. Go on, Tom.
He explained all the horrors he had put Marilyn through, telling Betty in particularly vivid terms how the girl had enjoyed the fucking and beating. Betty smiled, her lower lip barely trembling.
"You've learned quickly, Marilyn...more quickly than even I have. It's time I learn from both of you. We talked about the enema. I want to try it out on her. But not before we teach her the consequences of disobeying an adult. You've got to learn that, Marilyn. And we intend to teach it to you...both of us."
"Oh please, please!"
Tom moved back while the older woman began undressing. She unbuttoned her light-blue summer frock, sliding the garment off her narrow shoulders and stepping from it. Folding it carefully onto a chair, Betty reached back and unfastened her bra slowly, purposely teasing Tom, then letting her high-riding, full tits tumble from the cups and rest invitingly on her chest. Her bra, too, wound up resting on a nearby chair, Betty's fingers now sliding under the elastic waistband of her light-pink cotton panties. Marilyn could see her aunt's cunt-hairs barely through the thin material. Tom was smacking his lips as Betty wriggled out of her panties. She pushed them down to the floor and stepped carefully from them. She was us stark naked now.
"I'm gonna dress you up for the occasion-hers and mine," Tom said, taking Betty by the hand and pulling her toward a closet.
Marilyn twisted her head around, watching this nightmare unfolding in front of her. Never would she have believed her aunt would go this far. Kneeling there, her wrists and ankles still bound, Marilyn watched as Tom pulled out several menacing-looking objects.
Betty examined them and smiled, drawing her hands over her tits, then smoothing her hands down her narrow waist to her hips. Tom had already clapped both hands around her asscheeks and was kissing and biting her nipples while kneading her ass-flesh.
CHAPTER NINE
"This is...awful...unreal," Marilyn gasped.
Aunt Betty was dressing for the occasion, she saw. Tom had given her metal tit cups which she now fastened on her tits. Then she bowed her head while he slipped on a frightening-looking steel-studded black leather collar. It came down in a point to where her cleavage began. Under her tits he wound black leather bands that pressed hard into her flesh, leaving long white marks in the pink skin.
"This is gonna look bitchin' on you, baby. Real bitchin', " Tom said, pulling out a pair of long black boots.
Betty smiled, bracing herself against a concrete column while Tom slid the left one on. It nearly came halfway up her thighs.
Marilyn watched as if hypnotized, her excessive fear making her weaker than before.
When she was through, Betty moved to a position in front of Marilyn. She looked like an Amazon warrior woman. This was no longer her sweet Aunt Betty. This was someone who wanted to hurt her badly.
Marilyn struggled with the bonds. She felt more in fear for her safety than when she was alone with Tom. Betty, Marilyn rightly guessed, would spur Tom onto more acts of depravity.
"We talked a little about what we should do to her. Let's start," Betty said.
Betty's voice had grown harder with each passing second. Marilyn shivered as Tom's hands busied themselves around the bonds holding her arms and legs prisoner. It felt good having the ropes removed. She drew her hands forward, rubbing her chafed wrists together.
"Over there...in that tub," Aunt Betty said.
Betty was pointing to a large yellowish porcelain bathtub shoved to one side of the basement. It was filled with old crates and filth. Tom scooped out the trash with several movements, boxes and old cardboard clattering on the floor all around. Betty picked her way carefully over the garbage, dragging her reluctant niece behind her.
Marilyn did as she was told, raising her leg carefully over the lip of the tub, then squatting down inside. She shivered, afraid to touch the dirty sides.
"He's sucked your cunt, fucked your pussy, fucked your ass, and, at the same time, made you suck his prick. That's quite a list of things done for a girl your age. And Tom told me you were a virgin before you walked in the house. That, I've got to admit, is something of a surprise," Betty said, pushing Marilyn back into the tub.
The girl groaned, the back of her head striking the cold porcelain. She sprawled, her arms braced on either side of the tub. She started to get up.
But Betty prevented her, climbing into the tub herself. She stood over the girl, her booted legs spread on either side of Marilyn's thighs. "These days it's something of a find to have a girl your age with a cherry. Still," Betty said with a sigh, "you had to lose it. Your mother would never forgive me if she knew. So, of course, that's our little secret. You've been paying for that secret the moment you walked in here. And now you'll pay a little more."
Marilyn wondered why Aunt Betty was in the tub with her. Was Tom going to do something dreadful to both of them at the same time?
Then Betty began to piss. Marilyn cringed away, her hands slipping on the smooth cold sides of the tub. Betty kicked her niece lightly on the ankles, warning her not to move while she squatted down a little farther. Marilyn's eyes rounded. Her fingers were pressed tightly to her lips to keep the scream down. Tom was leaning on the far end of the tub, watching the two women.
"Why, I'll be damned! Pissin' on her. Yeah, you said you thought that might be a turn-on."
Marilyn whimpered, drawing her knees up to her tits.
"Bring them down...I want you to open yourself completely to me."
Marilyn shook her head. Betty raised one hand from the lip of the tub, smacking her nice hard until her legs stretched out in front of her, the knees touching either end of the tub. The woman squatted down again, holding either side of the porcelain tub, her boots creaking from the position. Marilyn saw the brown furry snatch between her aunt's legs open. She could see, even in the near darkness, the dark-red pussy-meat. But then more piss came out, splashing between Marilyn's legs, and the curiosity she had about Betty's cunt disappeared. Marilyn closed her eyes, feeling as filthy as she had ever felt in her life. The hot piss splattered against her right ankle, some droplets splashing up to her thighs.
"Man, this is too much, too fuckin' much. Think I'll join in," Tom said.
The big stud moved around to the other side, unzipping his Levi's once again and fishing out his prick. Marilyn had given all her attention to her aunt, desperately trying to keep her legs out of the way, raising them slightly from the warming surface of the tub as the piss began to accumulate in and around her ankles. Now Tom was standing just forward of her face, holding his flaccid cock in one hand.
"Don't move, or I'll make that slap your aunt gave you seem like a love tap," Tom warned.
Marilyn was caught, trapped by these two in the tub. While her aunt continued to piss on her legs, Tom began a stream of his own. At first, a few drops appeared at his cockhead, falling listlessly on the lips of the tub. But then more followed. In a second, a weak yellow stream turned into a thick river of piss, spattering over her throat, then splashing onto her nipples and stinging her tit tips. Marilyn turned her head away, wrinkling her nose up at the rising stink of piss. Tom hosed her all over.
Marilyn shuddered with revulsion. It was awful, terrible!
Tom reached out, pulling her hair, forcing the girl to open her mouth. Keeping his fingers there, the young stud twisted his hips around so that his prick faced Marilyn.
The young teen stared wildly at him. His piss was splashing against her tits. Some drops were already stinging her cheeks and forehead. He was going to piss in her mouth! Oh dear God in heaven, he was going to piss down her throat!
Marilyn curled her fingers against her thighs, clawing the nails over her flesh. She felt the intensity of the stream move along her throat, then slide up to her lips. Oh God, it was touching her chin, then into her mouth. Marilyn gagged, trying to put her tongue up to keep the vile liquid from shooting down her throat. She couldn't. Tom moved his prick closer, spraying his piss down against her teeth, laughing as it stung her tonsils and slithered down her throat to her belly! And, all the while, Aunt Betty was squatting a little lower, pissing into her cunt!
"Oh baby, baby, that's it, come on, that's it, swallow that piss, drink it up!" Tom grunted.
Marilyn felt like vomiting. She choked, coughing violently while the two people continued to piss on her body.
Tom slapped her hard across the face once more, knocking her down farther into the tub. Her head bounced along the hard cold porcelain, stars popping in front of her eyes.
"I oughtta make the little slut suck me off...cum right in her mouth. That'd teach the bitch. But she's gonna get a lot more from you, baby. I want you to bounce this slut around," Tom said.
Betty nodded her head, straightening herself, then climbing carefully from the tub. Marilyn lay in the pool of warm yellow piss feeling as if she were the scum of the earth. This was far worse than any of the beatings she had had to endure today. She wallowed in the filth, wishing she could die.
"Get up. Gotta clean you up. Whew! Man, you wanna lay in that crap?"
Marilyn kept her eyes lowered, bracing her hands against the lip of the tub and pulling herself up. Tom threw down an old rug and told her to stand on it, then pulled the plug to let the piss drain out. Aunt Betty had filled a large metal bucket with cold water and brought it forward.
"This'll clean you up," Betty said.
Tom took the bucket, flinging the icy contents over her body.
Marilyn nearly dropped to the floor, her knees weakening at the icy splash of the water. Another bucket came, and then another, making her cuntal muscles snap shut once again from the frigid touch. Tom barked at Aunt Betty in rapid fire tones, demanding more water. The woman rushed to the sink, filling the bucket one last time, then handing it to him. He tossed the cold liquid into her cunt, laughing as Marilyn's face went blank and her asscheeks slapped against the tub. She had nearly tilted back over into that awful container.
"Please, no more, no more," Marilyn sobbed, hardly able to move. All parts of her body ached, while a terrible sense of exhaustion made the slightest move an effort.
"You're nothin' but a ruttin' little slut...a regular animal. You ain't got no right to be tired. You'll be through with this when I say so," Tom said.
"Over here," Betty said, pointing to a spot on the floor. "Now, get down...hands and knees."
Marilyn wiped a tear from under one eye, doing as her aunt had ordered.
"Now," Tom said, standing behind the sobbing girl, "start lickin'. I wanna see you clean those boots...go on." Tom put one heel of his own boots against the back of Marilyn's neck and shoved down. "Clean your aunt's boots. You owe her one, not listenin' to her, comin' on over here without asking permission. Lick, bitch."
Marilyn held her stomach, bending forward while her knees scraped painfully on the floor. She lowered her face until it was even with the toes of Aunt Betty's thigh-high boots. She could smell something now-Aunt Betty's cunt. Yes, the woman was aroused, her pussy hot just from having watched her niece humiliated in the bathtub like that. And now she was getting more excited, watching Marilyn degraded, bent over, forced to lick her boots.
When the girl hesitated, Betty jerked her right leg up, kicking her in the side, nearly breaking the third rib, snapping again in the center of her rib cage. This time Marilyn did all she could to keep from pitching over onto her left side. Tom again put one boot against the back of her neck, threatening to break her spine.
"Lick," Tom commanded.
Marilyn slipped her hand around Betty's dainty foot, her fingers curling around the heel while she began dragging her tongue along the slick upper surface of the boot. She licked up and down, leaving long trails of spit on the leather.
Betty laughed, twisting her foot around to make sure Marilyn got all parts of the boot. "Now, the other one."
Marilyn left off, moving to the other foot and performing the same awful task. At times, Tom raised his foot, placing his toe against her cunt and rubbing up and down. To her surprise, Marilyn began bobbing her ass in a counter rhythm, rubbing her clit against the shoe leather. The cool, hard touch excited her terribly. She began moaning, bobbing her ass, moving her tongue up and down, finally moving her head around so she could lick out the gutters on either side of Aunt Betty's boot.
"Now, the sole." Betty raised her boot a little more.
Tom tried wedging the toe into Marilyn's cunt. The girl felt her fuck juices running, the warm dark pink membranes itchily fluttering together and against the black boot leather while her tongue slicked against the dirty sole. Thank goodness the boot hadn't been worn anywhere else other than the basement. It was relatively clean. Betty drew her hands over her own belly, then slid them over her cunt, cupping them hard against the soft, moist flesh while her niece continued to degrade herself.
Tom pushed forward, knocking Marilyn flat on her face. The girl lay there, her right cheek pressed against the cellar floor. Tom moved up, pressing his toe into her cunt. Through a gathering mist of lust, Marilyn saw her aunt grinning down at her. There was no joy in that grin, no love. There was only hellish delight in seeing her writhing on the floor with Tom's boot pressing into her cunt. He was almost kicking his way in, squeezing his boot in until her legs jerked out like those of a frog.
"I think she's ready for somethin' a little more spirited, eh Betty? She's just like you." Tom went up to the older woman, tugging her hair back, then sticking his tongue down her throat. Betty groaned into the spit-slicked kiss, her boots slipping on the floor. Jack squeezed her tits cruelly, pinching the nipples cruelly. The woman squealed, her knees knocking against his. Jack pulled away, slapping her hard on both asscheeks. The woman winced, the smile never having left her lips.
"Oh yes," Betty said, her eyes blazing with a new fury.
Marilyn trembled. Her aunt had turned into some kind of animal right in front of her.
"I wanna see that bitch lick you off first. Come on, baby," Tom said.
Marilyn balked at the idea, moving back while covering her mouth with one hand. Betty narrowed her eyes in anger while Tom stepped forward, backhanding the terrified blonde teen.
Marilyn's head snapped to the left, the force of the blow nearly dislocating her neck. She picked herself up from the floor, still looking defiantly at the two people.
"I won't, I won't...you can't make me,' she protested violently.
Tom told Betty to keep her niece in line while he moved to a large chest to one side o that awful bathtub. Betty held Marilyn in check as Tom pulled out what appeared at first to be a hopeless tangle of leather strips. Shaking them a bit, he showed the woman that it was a harness of sorts, one he was about to strap onto Marilyn.
"Now, get up," Tom ordered.
Marilyn stood, her eyes examining the device with growing curiosity. She had been strapped into God only knew how many devices today. But this was the most involved. Tom walked up to her, slipping two straps around the tops of her shoulders, the rest of the device dangling down in front of her. A small metal ring held these two straps together, also attaching a vertical strap that pressed against her sternum. Betty helped, pulling two cross straps just under her niece's tits and one just above her cunt around, fastening them against her spine. Two "V" straps that dangled from the bottom waist strap were tugged around her pussy, the cool leather pressing into the warm moist meat of her cunt. Tom snugged the leather around her body, then forced the girl to her hands and knees. Jumping onto her back, he kicked his heels against her ribs. Marilyn's spine sagged from the weight of his body.
"Come on, baby. You don't wanna suck your aunt's pussy? Then you ride along with
He forced her to move around the room, her elbows bowing out at times. Marilyn stumbled, catching her breath, shaking her body while Tom put his full weight on her spine. He slapped hard against the back of her head.
"I'd have the bitch jump through some fuckin' hoops if I could," Tom laughed.
The blonde teen stopped, unable to go any further. This was madness, pure and simple. She couldn't believe two adults could do something like this to her! It was grotesque, a sick nightmare coming true right in front of her. Tom saw her balking and rose from her back, putting one booted foot against her ass and pushing down hard. Again he knocked her to the floor, her harness hugging tightly against her chest and tits.
"I think she's ready to suck some pussy.
Either that, or I'm gonna ride that slut right into the ground again," he said.
Marilyn could go no further. She was defeated. When Tom rolled her around, hooking his fingers under the shoulder straps of her leather harness and hauling her forward, Marilyn went along like a zombie. She fell forward, catching herself, then fell forward again, her forehead striking the hard floor. Dazed, humiliated, Marilyn found herself on her hands and knees before Aunt Betty. Again she could smell the woman's hot pussy.
"All right, Marilyn. You've disobeyed me. Now you'll pay. Suck my cunt," Aunt Betty said evenly.
She had done so much. This was just another step. Marilyn pushed herself up into a squatting position, her full-fleshed ass resting against her heels. Betty had already slipped both hands around her niece's head and was now pulling it into her crotch. Marilyn's nose wrinkled up. She could smell the strong, pungent aroma of that hot pussy as her nose pressed against the woman's clit.
"Come on, Marilyn, suck my pussy. Oh yes, yes, suck it good," Betty urged.
CHAPTER TEN
Marilyn felt her face being fitted into Betty's cunt. So this was what Tom had smelled and tasted when fucking his tongue in and out of her own pussy! The glistening oil that had started to bubble out tasted something like the cum from Tom's prickhead. After a while, Marilyn found herself holding onto Aunt Betty with both hands, her fingers sinking into the woman's ass while her tongue lashed inside. She pushed up into the delicate crack nestling her cheek against Betty's soft pussylips. Marilyn began licking her way in and out of Aunt Betty's cunt.
Betty was twisting her head around, her fingers fluttering around the back of Marilyn's head. Her booted thighs rubbed back and forth against Marilyn's face.
"Do it, man, sixty-nine," Tom said, pulling Betty around while kicking Marilyn to the floor.
The girl rolled over and over from the force of the blow. In an instant, blinking her eyes clear, she saw that Tom had shoved Betty down into a sixty-nine position with her. Marilyn didn't care any more what she was doing or who was watching. She was so confused, so rattled from the day's events. All the girl knew was that she was hot, and someone was trying to ease the pressure and itchy ache which were driving her mad. Then she felt her used, bruised cunt being massaged by careful fingers again.. Looking up, she saw Aunt Betty's pussy over her. Slowly, that curly haired dark brown cunt came down almost to within licking distance. Marilyn smacked her lips instinctively. Looking up, she could see that hot red cunt-meat throbbing just under the dark curls. Marilyn felt a tongue being inserted gently into her own pussy. It shoved carefully in, easing past the tense, moist puffy lips.
Betty blew a hot breath through the girl's blonde curly hair, while she licked the bud of her clit. Gently, softly, Aunt Betty fitted her mouth onto Marilyn's sweet cunt and started sucking.
Marilyn arched her spine, rubbing the naked backs of her legs against the concrete. The leather harness restrained her body while Aunt Betty's tongue soothed and excited her aching cunt. Above them, Marilyn could hear Tom panting. Looking around her aunt's thighs, she could see him jacking his prick.
"Oh yeah, come on, baby, come on, suck that cunt. I wanna hear you suckin' cunt."
Aunt Betty said very little, moving her finger softly around Marilyn's cunt while flicking her tongue in and out. She flicked it fast against her niece's pussy. At the same time, as she was tonguing Marilyn's cunt, she lowered her body so her pussy was right over the girl's mouth. She could feel her niece panting into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, give it to me," Marilyn wailed, twisting her body from side to side.
"Oh yessss...." Aunt Betty moaned.
The girl saw the tiny sex spindle dangling in the brown curly hair just above her. She wanted to lick it, to make her feel good. Marilyn trembled in happy expectation as she watched her aunt lower her body. Those leather boots, those tit cups, that outfit-they all excited her more and more. And there was the restraining tug of her own leather outfit, that dreadful harness pressing against her flesh. Everything added to the delight racing through her cunt as the two women began to make love to one another.
"Down, bitch." Tom pushed his booted foot against Betty's shoulders, forcing her down hard.
Marilyn felt her clit throbbing from the direct touch of her aunt's tongue. She twisted her hips up and down in soft, fucking movements. Aunt Betty's fingers were inching around her asscheeks now, one of them having found her stretched little asshole. Marilyn cried into the soft cunt nearly smothering her, thinking again of Tom's prick.
Marilyn's pussy exploded. The feathery blonde curls on her puffy cuntlips waved as Aunt Betty's hot breath blew over them. The dark pink of her clit glowed juicily at the top of her slit. Her tits tilted up, rubbing up against the leather straps running crosswise on her body. She felt those two bottom "V" straps sliding greasily back and forth against her moist cuntmeat. At times Betty licked at them, purposely rubbing the edges while still tonguing deep in her cunt. That double sensation drove the young teen out of her mind.
"Ohhhh, Aunt Betty!" Marilyn couldn't think straight. All she knew was that it felt so good. That hot, slippery mouth was opening wide on top of her, sucking hard, deep, making her twist and writhe like a bitch in rut. Her cries mixed with those of her aunt's while Tom kept slapping and kicking the two women who thrashed on the bare floor.
"Man, got me a couple of Lesbos here...can't get enough of good pussy, eh?" Tom grunted, smirking.
Marilyn hummed right into her aunt's cunt, feeling more fuck juices seep from that brown pussy and nearly drown her. The girl felt her aunt's mouth go wild in her cunt, grinding tightly into her, spreading the lips, pushing into her tight sucking hole. The membranes felt so darned itchy while her clit began to ache more and more.
While Aunt Betty sucked hard, Marilyn felt that finger in her ass shoving farther inside. She groaned wildly, rolling her ass around in circles. Again Marilyn felt that finger pressure its way into her hot, tight ass. That wriggling throbbed through into her cunt. The walls vibrated like a taut drumhead. Betty's tongue and finger worked together, pushing Marilyn closer and closer to climax.
Betty cried out, the vibrations echoing through Marilyn's cunt and shaking her clit.
Her nerves vibrated all over. It was good. The two women held onto one another, rolling over and over, hugging their cunts to one another's mouth. Marilyn cried out loudly, gluing her mouth onto that dripping wide-open pussy. The fatigue she had felt earlier disappeared in a flash. Now all she cared about was her climax, that hard cum she knew would explode all over.
Aunt Betty was tugging at some of the straps now, sawing the leather back and forth slickly over her cunt. There were times when Marilyn felt the top strap brush over her nipples.
She let out a cry of delight, sucking on her aunt's clit, then screwing her tongue into that wonderful hot cunt.
Marilyn felt Aunt Betty writhe and twist, under her now that she was on top. She tightened her grip, pushing her cunt down on her aunt's face in hard, short strokes. She was fucking herself, fucking her cunt against that wonderful licking face.
She wanted to make Aunt Betty eat it, suck it, to make her cum. She remembered how this all started. She wanted to make her cunt pay. Her young hips worked up and down in strong, fucking strokes. She shoved one finger into the older woman's ass now, twisting from side to side. She felt Aunt Betty shaking under her. Her tongue shoved deep into the hot pussy. And now...yes and now she could feel that cunt starting to spasm.
She felt Aunt Betty moving around, going out of control. Marilyn wiggled her finger deep inside the woman's tight ass and kept her tongue skewering down into that hot, sucking cunthole.
Aunt Betty loved it! Marilyn could feel those hot spasms shaking the woman all over. Her aunt cried into her cunt again. Marilyn felt the spasms hit Aunt Betty's cunt with the force of a freight train. Terrible tremors ripped through her pussy, making her snap her legs against Aunt Betty's head. It was awful, so terribly awful!
And yet the young girl couldn't keep herself from prancing her shivering ass up and down against her aunt's face. Her clit popped into the woman's sucking mouth and vibrated like a struck tuning fork. Marilyn came in a violent rush, her cuntlips smacking wetly against the woman's face.
Finally it was over. The two women collapsed, cradled in one another's arms. For what seemed like minutes, neither of them said a thing. Then Marilyn yawned, stretching her arms over her head.
"That's good, dear. That was very good. Normally I think you'd be rewarded. But we have to make sure you understand your guilt.
You have to carry that around with you the rest of your life. How did you get this address?" Betty asked.
Tom was kneeling down now, listening intently to the conversation. Marilyn looked at her aunt, then at Jack. She felt like a criminal. Her cunt slackened a little, her clit drawing back into the surrounding cuntflesh.
"I...stole it. I mean," she hastily added, "I saw his car." Marilyn nodded at Tom. "Then I opened the door and looked inside his glove compartment. It was his registration, I think. I memorized the address, then wrote it down when I got back to my room."
"I see." Aunt Betty rose from the floor, sliding her hands luxuriously over her hard-tipped tits. "The straps here can hold her down."
"Yeah, she ain't gonna go nowhere after we tie the slut down," Tom said.
"Up, Marilyn. One more ordeal for you. You've deserved it, I have to say," Betty told her.
It was almost impossible for her to move now. All the business of the day had totally sapped her strength. Betty helped her to her feet, half dragging her to the table where Tom had fucked her earlier. Tom was busy dragging something out from yet another corner.
"Here, lie down," Tom commanded.
Marilyn did as she was told. Betty moved around, threading lengths of rope through the girl's harness, securing it to the flat of the table top.
"Please, Aunt Betty, don't...don't let him hurt me any more," Marilyn cried, tears blurring her vision. There was a metallic scraping sound to one side of her. Then the girl smelled something that made her nose wrinkle. Gasoline? No, lighter fluid!
She saw a brazier standing on its four legs some ten feet from her. There were coals in it. Tom was pouring some lighter fluid over them, then fishing around in his Levi's for a match. Marilyn winced, imagining what he was going to do to her.
Betty said nothing, watching as Tom took a book of matches, struck one, then flipped it onto the slick coals. There was a small explosion as flames raced over the black lumps. Marilyn cringed against the restraining straps.
"This'll be a good lover to you, baby." Tom reached under the brazier, pulling out a tapered iron of about two feet long and one inch wide. Even Betty trembled at the sight. The handle was wrapped in brown leather, ribbed to fit a man's hand. The tip was grooved into a disc approximately one inch across. Suddenly, the thought that he was going to fuck that thing into her cunt up to the handle crossed her mind.
"Oh, oh no!" Marilyn arched her back, her flesh growing white where it pressed against the straps of that leather harness. "Stop it! Oh no!"
"I won't hurt you...too much," Tom said, swishing the awful poker around, hefting it in front of her terrified eyes, then bringing it down against her cunt. The disc was cold.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ohhhhh...stop him, Aunt Betty. Don't let him touch me with that thing. Oh, what'll daddy say when I come home branded like that? Oh please...."
"Don't hurt her...where it'll show," Betty said.
Marilyn couldn't believe she'd heard her aunt say that. Her own aunt, and she was serving her up on a silver platter to this maniac. Tom grabbed her cuntal thicket, jerking the hair, watching as more juice seeped from her cunt. Laughing hard, he shoved the disc in, pushing more and more, watching and smiling as Marilyn screamed.
The girl shrieked, but not completely from pain. As he rammed that thing in, twisting and jerking from side to side, Marilyn felt herself rising up in sexual excitement yet again. What was wrong with her?
"Stop this! Oh God, stop!" she cried.
Again Marilyn screamed, her voice shrilling as the terrible poker climbed higher and higher in her cunt. Tom was fucking her pussy with the cold iron. Slowly, gradually, Marilyn felt her cunt warming the rough iron. The disc raked across her clit. She screamed again, her fingers clawing at the wooden table. The waist and shoulder straps pressed hard against her flesh as the girl jerked and snapped her body against the surface.
As the poker fucked her, while Betty and Tom watched with growing interest, Marilyn felt a climax explode from her cunt to her asscheeks. She wept with pleasure, tightening her pussy on the cold, brutal invasion. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing all through her body. And each explosion built to a higher pitch, a more satisfying climax. And still Tom turned and twisted that horrid thing, fucking her deeper.
Marilyn kept thinking of that poker, hoping Tom would keep that awful thing turning and fucking her. No, no, she didn't want it to stop. More tears of hot joy flushed from her eyes as she surrendered to the fucking poker. Then Tom pulled the poker out, standing on a tiptoe and checking out the burning coals.
He had the iron in the brazier now, the thing growing hot. They were going to brand her, going to show her what would happen to a girl who sneaked around. Marilyn twisted wildly in her bonds, the leather becoming slippery with her perspiration. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead while she whimpered for mercy.
"You enjoy these things, don't you baby?" Tom asked, grinning. "I've asked that before, but you can tell me now. Your Aunt Betty's here to hear."
Marilyn let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, jerking her face away. Tom laughed also, his chest rising and falling as he checked the iron once more. The smell of the burning charcoal filled the room.
"Yes," she finally admitted.
Tom pulled the iron out from the brazier. The tip was a dark red, the shaft closest to the disc was pink. The rest was a dull gray.
If she could have, Marilyn would have curled into a small ball and hidden herself. As it was, she watched helplessly, stretched fulllength on that dreadful table.
"Remember, no visible marks," Betty cautioned, stepping back.
"Please, oh, no, no, I'll do anything," Marilyn whimpered. Her head shuddered. The spasms passed down her shoulders, making her body vibrate.
"Of course you will," Tom told her. "After this thing cools down, you'll do anything. You've been doing anything so far anyway."
Her eyes widened at the sight of the poker nearing her body. Marilyn nearly fainted. But the sheer weight of her terror buoyed her back into consciousness. She could feel the heat of that awful thing as Tom let it bob closer and closer to her thighs.
"Agh!" she screamed loudly, every nerve alive, sensitive to the touch.
He was bobbing the poker inches above her right thigh now. Marilyn twisted wildly in her bonds. He dropped it a bit lower now. The nearly invisible blonde hairs on her flesh began to burn, singeing while the heat made her flesh redden. Then Tom moved the poker up to her cunt. The blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, smoldering down to her pussy mound. The bitter stench of the burned hair and dried cum was sickening. The aroma aroused Tom. His hand shook a little.
"Yeah, man, look at her...the fuckin' bitch wants it," he whispered.
"Oh no, no, you're...wrong!" Marilyn protested.
As his fingers shook, a thousand scalding coals seemed to spray into her convulsing cunt.
"Oh please, I'll do anything, anything!"
The burning poker paused for a moment, then dropped down, just touching her left thigh. The young girl froze. There hadn't been the intense at heat she had thought would plague her-not at first There was a kind of iciness that spread to her pussy. Then, seconds later, the cold turned rapidly to burning heat. There was a sizzing sound, the sound of flesh burning under intense heat. The disc was branding her, blackening a small area of flesh just inches from her pussy.
Marilyn arched her spine, screaming, feeling every bone in her body rattling. The burning agony made her feel faint. Then Tom pulled it away, tossing it to the basement floor with a clatter.
"She's had it, baby. You're next," Tom said, wiping his forehead with his hand.
Betty backed away, shaking her head. "No. Please...."
Tom grabbed the frantic woman, pulling her over to the empty coffin.
"I had your niece in here. See the generator? Man, she was able to take a hell of a lot. Kept pokin' her with the needles and still she yammered for more. Bet you couldn't take it."
"No, no!" Betty pulled back, looking over her shoulder at Marilyn.
The girl was still sobbing. But she had turned her head and was watching the scene with growing interest. Tom held onto Betty, pulling her a little farther, then knocking her half-conscious with a back-handed slap. Betty snapped to the left, crumpling to the ground with a moan. Tom picked the woman up and dragged her to the horizontal wooden bar from which Marilyn had hung. The girl watched. Now her cunt was going to share in some of the "joy" she had endured. Tom quickly attached Betty's hands to either side of the bar, letting her body drape toward the floor. When she shook off the stunned fog that had temporarily paralyzed her, she saw she was completely helpless. Tom moved to the electrical unit that stood on a four-legged table to one side of the coffin. The generator! That was what had made those awful needles burn so against her flesh! Marilyn shook the tears from her eyes, trying to ignore the pain still throbbing in her branded thigh as she watched what was about to happen to her aunt.
"Open your mouth," Tom commanded. Betty began to speak. Tom shut her up, inserting a rubber ball deep into her throat.
"Don't want you biting your tongue off or nothin'. "
This time there would be no needles. Tom pulled out wires with pincers at the far end, attaching them to the metal cups covering her nipples. Betty shivered, her tit tips growing hard against the metal cups. Next Tom bent his knees, pulling one pincer forward and attaching it to an area just below her clit. The final wire was stuffed into her ass. Betty worked her ass from left to right, her fear and excitement making her ass tight.
"Now, you see your aunt's gonna get it the same way you did. I don't play favorites."
Betty's eyes widened as he threw the switch, sending current into her body. Betty groaned, her fingers curling around the high wooden pole. She shivered, her tits and cunt aching from the tickling current. Her ass felt so odd, clogged as it was with that wire. Betty bit down hard on the rubber ball, her forehead wrinkling with the pain and excitement. Her nipples were swollen. The muscles in her belly knotted while her cuntlips itched and felt oddly raw. Her clit seemed to stiffen to the bursting point. Betty groaned, throwing her head back, trying to squeeze off an orgasm. But the pincer held her cunt open.
"You see, baby? Your aunt's ruttin' just as hard as you. Man, the whole fuckin' family must be somethin' else," Tom scoffed. "Whaddaya do at family reunions, fuck over the turkey?"
Tom laughed as he turned up the switch another notch. Betty cried out, her knees jerking up. She felt as if someone were slapping her tits and cunt and ass lightly with the flat of his hand. And then, in a moment, the woman thought she would surely shit all over herself. Her legs kicked out again and again, her body bouncing up and down on the pole. Tom cranked the switch a point higher. Her bones throbbed while her screams shot past the gagging ball. She writhed and salivated, her lips turning purple while cunt-juice splashed and dried on her thighs. Marilyn saw all this and was pleased. Aunt Betty had put her through so much. Now it was her turn to suffer.
"More!" Marilyn shouted.
Tom raised the setting another notch. The pain Betty suffered was enormous. She felt her climax erupt again and again. She writhed helplessly, unable to stop the constant cumming plaguing her. Her orgasm showered her thighs. The smell of singeing flesh was an overpowering odor. As Marilyn had been burned, so was Betty. She shuddered and jerked on that hideous chain. Tom shook his head, reaching around and turning the power off.
The woman was like a writhing snake, hanging there by her stretched arms.
"Bitch," Tom grunted.
With a fast movement he shut the machine down, reaching up and knocking her down from the pole. Betty fell to the floor. He unzipped his Levi's quickly, pulling them off. Marilyn could see his prick was long and hard and thick once more. How she wanted it now! And there was Aunt Betty, half incoherent, unable to appreciate this man.
Tom jerked the pincers free, tearing at her swollen tits, cunt and ass. Her pent-up shouts behind the ball shot out when he pulled the ball from between her front teeth. She sobbed, her nipples twitching. Betty kept howling, her mind deranged by the electric shock. Tom slapped her again and again until she seemed to come around.
"Now, baby, now for the big fuck," Tom murmured.
Marilyn pulled at her leather bonds, watching helplessly and in frustration as Tom held Betty tightly, pinning her down with his cock. He was crawling on top of Betty, kissing her savagely, raping her mouth with his tongue while poking her cunt with his dick. In a moment he was inside her, his hands squeezing her tits while his hips fucked his cock in. Betty was again half mad with lust, the itching force of another climax spreading to all parts of her body. The lust boiled in both of them, Tom kicking at her, then biting her throat as he shot in squirts of his white-hot lava cum. Tom shoved down, stiffened, then pulled out his dripping prick. Her pussy kept trembling while she sobbed and took short gasps of breath. Tom climbed up from the floor, nudging her with his toes.
"Okay. The two of you took up my time for the day, sluts. Now get yourself and that brat outta here. Gotta get my rest before I go to work tonight. And, next time, call up ahead of time. Never know who's hangin' around here," Tom said, laughing as he pulled on his clothes.
Betty pulled off the tit caps, slid from the boots, then walked over to her niece. She began unfastening the bonds holding Marilyn.
"We'll have to treat that burn. It's not very big, see? It's in the shape of a half-moon...I guess his symbol of something."
Marilyn sniffed. It still hurt her terribly. But the thing that she thought of most was Tom.
Her aunt was telling her about how sorry she was, but how she also knew Marilyn had enjoyed this. Of course. She had enjoyed it. Fucking was a serious business.
Marilyn's cunt rippled as Betty began helping her off with that leather harness. She heard
Tom climbing the stairs. Maybe she could stay here longer! Or at least, come back. And then...and then there would be more good times.
"Be careful of the burn, dear. It'll heal, and then you'll have a souvenir of this," Aunt Betty said.
Yes, a delightful souvenir. And, perhaps, sometime in the near future, so would Aunt Betty.
