The subject of victim psychology has become an area of great interest in recent years, due mostly, perhaps to the widely publicized "conversion" of Patricia Hearst to the radical SLA. Why a victim will turn and become a party to his or her own abduction is a question open to hot debate.
The women in this story find themselves pawns in a vicious slavery game, and through torture and repeated sexual assaults, these victims eventually become docile and obedient slaves to their "masters". What becomes of these once-innocent women after their "training" sheds some light on the subject of man's potential for depravity. But what of the women? Are they also guilty because of their behavior? Or are they simply robots carrying out their assigned tasks? Who can say?
WHIPS AND CHAINS FOR MOM-a thought-provoking story of two women's reactions to brutality and slavery. A word of warning to us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Lick that fuckin' boot, bitch!"
Joan Finney drew back, her slender fingers clutching at the top sheet of her bed. She stared at the large man in front of her. Her worst fears had been realized! While at home alone, she had been surprised by this man, an intruder who had rousted her from sleep. He was standing there at the foot of the bed now, one booted leg on the coverlet. He was pointing to his foot, a leer on his darkly handsome face. Joan shook her head, her long blonde hair washing across her face as she stared with disbelief at the big stud.
"Wh-wbat?"
"You hard of hearin', lady? I said get the fuck outta bed and lick them boots!"
He was leering at her, his gray eyes staring at her full tits ballooning out around the lace bodice of her dressing gown.
Aware of this, Joan pulled the covers up a little higher, cringing down on the bed, her ass tensing while a strange tingle rushed up and down her thighs. She looked at the phone, wondering how she could get to it and call the police.
The big man followed her eyes with his, stretching one hand out and tearing the phone from the nightstand. Joan let out a sharp cry, tightening her fingers around the silken edges of the coverlet. He was tearing the cord from the wall, the sound of the wires ripping loud in the small bedroom. The next moment she felt the sheets slipping from her grasp as he tore them off the bed.
"Damn!" he said, admiring Joan's long, lithe body. "OP Chuck ain't seen somethin' this nice in a long time." He scratched his bearded chin thoughtfully.
"Don't ... hurt me," Joan stammered, her fingers fluttering around her tits. She felt the air making her nipples stand on end, spires poking up against the soft white material of her gown.
"Man, you got nice tits. And you're gettin' hot for me too, huh? I can see them nips gettin' real hard and stiff already."
"No, that's not true!"
"But you're gonna have to come down and lick 'em, baby. You're gonna pay for my cock. I don't fuck a cunt for nothin', you know."
"Get out of here! Get out!" she cried, her eyes widening as Chuck rubbed his crotch with one hand.
His face darkened. Moving forward, he grabbed her hard around the neck, jerking her head forward until her lips cracked against his belt. Joan drew up both hands, pressing her palms flat against his thighs and pushing back. She struggled on the bed, her legs writhing against the top sheet while her feet kicked at the blanket. Chuck's fingers were bruising her flesh as he held her tight against him.
"Don't like to hear no one talkin' down at me, you hear?"
Moving his hand up, the big man grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it so hard Joan found her head tilting back. She groaned through clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring as she looked up through tear-blurred eyes at the big man. She could feel some of the roots tearing from her scalp as the tension around her hair increased.
"Now, you gonna lick them boots?"
"No! Get out... out of here!" she panted defiantly.
Chuck laughed cruelly, tearing out more hair, then dropping one hand to his side. Jerking her around the bed a little more, Chuck let go of her hair, throwing the woman down onto the bed Joan struggled back, scooting her ass away until she felt her spine pressing against the headboard. She slid her hands behind her, her fingers clutching at the crushed white pillows while Chuck advanced.
"No!"
Joan raised one band protectively to her face. She saw him moving. an arm up , his fingers curled. He was about to hit her. She cringed against the headboard, her eyes dropping to his crotch. A hard-on. He was getting excited, aroused from just, doing this to her. His breathing was growing heavy, labored, nearly as heavy, as her own. His eyes glittered, reminding Joan of the look of a wolf cornering his prey. She trembled, her flesh alive to the slightest touch as he grinned hellishly at her.
"Please ..."
Her voice was hardly a whisper now as she flattened herself against the headboard. Then his band came down in a broad sweeping arc. She could hear it as she closed her eyes and braced herself for the slap.
"Ugh!"
There was a hot, sharp, stinging sensation on her left cheek followed by a tremendous force that sent her crashing to the mattress. Her head snapped to one side as she fell. Pushing her hands forward, Joan tried crawling away from the big man.
"Come on, baby it ain't all that bad," Chuck said, hearing the woman's terrified sobs as she tried to cover herself.
Chuck reached forward, his fingers grabbing the soft white cotton material of her gown and pulling her back toward him. Joan moaned in terror, her fingers clutching at the top sheet, her feet kicking back. In a moment, she felt his hands grabbing hers, forcing her around, pulling her from the bed. Joan let out another cry, feeling her ass slipping over the corner of the mattress, her legs buckling under her. In a moment, she was kneeling in front of Chuck, her gown nearly pulled from her shoulders. Shame facedly, the woman pulled her garment back over her tits while Chuck laughed at her modesty.
"Now, I'm back back to what I told you before. Lick them boots baby. I wanna see that tongue flickin' in 'n' out."
Joan drew one hand to her throat, feeling herself about to retch as she looked down at the black boots.
"No! Please, you can take anything you want in. the house," she stammered, looking up at him. "You can take anything and I promise I won't call the police until tomorrow. Just don't don't make me do this!" she begged, staring tearfully up at Chuck.
"It's a good offer, but not good enough," Chuck said, putting one hand down against her neck and forcing her head down. "I thought you might be some old lady or somethin' when I broke in. But man, you're a foxy chick. And I'm gonna have some fun with you 'fore I get outta here with the stuff."
Joan struggled up against his hand. It was a futile struggled. Chuck pushed, forcing her head down, down until her lips were within an inch of the black shiny leather. Joan licked her lips, swallowing hard, resigning herself to doing what the big man told her. She felt the smooth leather pressing against her lips. He was holding her with both bands now, moving her skull from side to side, forcing her mouth first over the buckles, then down to the toe of the boot.
"Get that fuckin' tongue out, bitch! Come on and lick it clean!"
Joan braced her hands on either side of Chuck's right boot, her head forced down while her spine arched up into the air. Her tits hung sexily from her chest, the thirty-six-inch tit globes rocking in her gown. She flicked out her tongue and started licking Chuck's boot as instructed. Joan slid her tongue over the leather, thanking God it was relatively clean. She spat at the filthy saliva, then began licking it all over again, smoothing it in broad circular strokes until the entire top of the big man's boot shone with her spit.
"That's it, bitch. That's the way. You're gonna clean a man's boot with that fuckin' tongue of yours," he growled, rubbing his crotch while watching her lick his boot again and again.
Joan coughed and gagged, feeling the blood rushing to her head as she gathered the top of her gown around her tits. She thought she could feel it slipping from her shoulders again. She licked her tongue around his boot once more, cleaning it, feeling the bile rising in her throat until she began shaking with the force of her dry heaves. Chuck reached down, puffing her up by the hair and dragging her back to the bed.
"Don't dig that, eh, baby? You don't like lickin' a man's boot?" He sneered at a picture of her late husband on the dresser. "What're you married to, some kinda pansy?"
"He wasn't a pansy," Joan shot back, "and he's dead."
Chuck threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat.
"Then you need cock and need it bad. That's what I'm here for now, baby. I'm gonna have some good hot cuntmeat for a midnight snack."
"Get away from me!" she cried, twisting her head against his clenching hands. "Get away. You've had your fun, now get out!"
"No way, baby, no way!"
Chuck slapped her again, backhanding her a second time so hard his knuckles nearly broke her jaw. Joan flew back against the mattress, the room spinning. Her head snapped back, striking the edge of the bed a second time as Chuck cracked his right hand hard against her cheek. He was bundling her back on the bed, throwing her onto the mattress, then grappling with her gown.
She heard the material tearing from around her thighs and tits, but she was too weak, too terrified to do anything about it. He was stripping her of the nightgown, ripping it from her, body with broad, pulling movements. She whimpered, Chuck's alcoholic heath nauseating her as he quickly ripped the remnants of her gown from her body.
"Fan-fuckin' 'tastic!" Chuck whistled, staring at Joan's naked body.
He bent down, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. She flinched at his touch, drawing her hands to her throat while trying to hug her elbows in protectively over her tits. Chuck knocked them away, staring down at the hard red nipples. The woman shivered, unsure if her tremors were because of the cold or the man's hard hot stare at her body.
"Gonna fuck your brains out, you know that? When I get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a fuckin' week!"
Joan lay there, her legs slightly parted at the thighs, her cuntal curls standing up provocatively over her swelling cuntal mound. Chuck drew his fingers down over her tight smooth thighs until Joan felt him brushing the back of his band over her pussyhairs. She closed her eyes, biting down hard on her pouty lower lip. She shouldn't be feeling this! Oh no, she shouldn't be feeling the hot, tingling sensation that was making her cunt feel so warm and wet and swarmy down there. The tightness was becoming delicious, a pulsing achy itch that was making her breathing more and more labored.
Joan couldn't look at the big man as he kept brushing his fingers over her cunt. He would see just how excited she was. He would know that one part of her wanted what he was threatening to do to fuck her. Fuck her as hard as he could! She trembled at the thought of a man screwing her. It had been nearly three years since anyone had touched her. And this evening that dry spell would end, and end violently, for Chuck was moving his hand over her pussy now,
squeezing her labes, chuckling softly as a small trickle of warm thick cuntjuice oozed from her pussy slit.
"Yeah, you don't wanna get fucked," he said derisively, watching as the clear liquid seeped from her pussy and wet down his fingers. "Man, you're so fuckin' hot, you're bustin' out with pussy juice. That's real nice.?"
He stroked, her clit, making Joan arch her back slightly and push her shoulders into the pillow. Again, she kept her eyes from him. But as hard as she tried, the woman couldn't hide the lust making her body squirm on the mattress. When she began rolling her hips from side to side, the stud curled his fingers, pushing the callused tips hard against her swollen cuntal mound. Joan groaned, her lips parting while she rubbed the backs of her legs against the mattress.
"Iiiiiiieeeeeec!"
The hot, gentle stroking sensation was suddenly replaced by a tearing, ripping sensation. He had grabbed a fistful of her pussyhairs and had jerked up, pulling a clump of the blonde curls from her curd mound. Joan jerked up from the bed, her hands slapping violently at the big man. It was as if he had-set her pussy on fire!
"What's the matter, baby? You don't look like you're havin' any fun!"
He threw lid back on the bed, twisting her around until she was lying on her belly. When Joan tried to push herself off the bed, he jerked her back down, instructing her to stay there quietly and not move or he'd kill her.
"Now, gotta get you down so you won't be no trouble to me, understand? I ain't gonna fuck you 'til I'm right sure you ain't gonna try nothin' crazy like try to get away or shout for help."
"I won't! I swear I won't!" she cried, her eyes wide with terror.
"Liar!"
What was he doing? Turning her head around cautiously, Joan saw him unbuckling his belt, pulling it through his pantloops until it hung loose from one hand. He was tapping the leather lightly against the slick boots Joan had just polished with her tongue. Doubling it, he began snapping the halves together with gun-like pops until the woman felt her flesh break into goosebumps. Against the wall to her right, she saw his silhouette-big, menacing.
Moving her lips in silent prayer, Joan wondered what on earth she had done to deserve this kind of sadistic horror. She felt so terribly, awfully exposed, so shamed in front of him. And now he was going to beat her with that two inch-wide black leather belt! The image of it filled her mind, burned into her brain as Chuck snapped the belt again. He was cocking one arm up now, the doubled belt dangling from his fingers like some sort of noose. And then-and then ...
"Eaghhghghhhhhhh!"
The belt came down with a sharp crack between her asscheeks. It was as if he had branded her there with a hot iron! Joan screamed again, her body jerking and twitching on the bed. She shot one hand out for support, the fingers tearing at the white top sheet.
"Now you're gonna learn what it's like to fuck around with a real man. Don't know what the fuck your old man did to you," be snorted, "but it's a long time since you been needin' it."
Another blow, this one between her jutting shoulder blades. Joan twisted her head around, biting and chewing on the pillow as she choked down a scream. The belt sizzled through the air a third time, this blow slicing across the welt of the first on her ass.
"Eaghghghghhghhhhh!"
"Gonna fuckin' get the cops here with all that fuckin' screamin'! Lay there and shut up!"
Joan hurt too much and was too frightened to disobey him. She had her fingertips pressed against her lips while her face was stained with the tears flowing freely from her eyes. She waited as she heard the big man rummaging in the room behind her. He was pulling out drawers, spilling out the contents, swearing to himself. She heard something crashing and breaking on the floor as he yanked out more drawers. Then he was back at the bed, reaching around, shoving something into her mouth.
"Here. Chew on somethin' that's gonna keep you shut up while I beat up your fuckin' ass!"
It was a pair of her late husband's jockey shorts! He was jerking them into her mouth, then securing them by wrapping one of her nylon stockings around her head and knotting it in back. Joan felt her saliva quickly soak down the cotton material as he rolled her back onto her belly. She felt the bed angling down, sagging as he stepped onto it and began cracking the belt once more around her ears.
"Now, that's the way I dig it-nice moans and a hot ass stickin' up there in the air for me."
Joan squirmed and whimpered as she waited for, the next blow. It came quickly, the leather sizzling through the shadows and cracking dry goosefleshed asscheeks. Down it came again, reddening her ass, making her body twitch and writhe.
Joan let out agonized gasps, feeling the leather burning her ass. He kept hitting her asscbeeks again and again, the smooth leather turning her rounded cheeks red quickly. What was making Joan pant even harder than the pain was the steadily increasing sensation burning around the base of her clit.
It was odd, completely new to the woman, but each time Chuck smacked the belt against her ass, she felt a shower of sparks explode from her clit. Never, never before - had she felt anything like that in her life! Pain and pleasure were opposites, two feelings that had little to, do with one another-or so she thought.
"Unnfnnfnfnffffff!"
But now as Chuck concentrated the belt on the narrow crack between her asscheeks, Joan had other thoughts. She chewed the jockey shorts jammed into her mouth, squirming up against the mattress and feeling her nipples rub sexily against the smooth top sheet material. Chuck was panting heavily behind her, resting his thick-muscled arm for the moment while she moaned into the gagging jockey shorts.
"Man, that's an ass that can take a whole lotta beatin'. Man, I could whip that sucker 'til it bleeds!"
Joan rolled her thighs, clenching and un clenching her asscheeks as if inviting him to do more. Was she? What was happening to her? Joan didn't know and couldn't imagine as she waited for yet more to come.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mmfmmfmfmfffff!"
He had unfurled the belt, letting the beveled tip chew into her asshole. Chuck was beating her with a horrid regular beat now, the belt snapping in the air high over his head, then crashing down onto her back and ass. There were criss-cross red marks on her upper and lower back, matching those on her asscheeks as the big stud kept on slamming the leather hard against her body.
"Yaghhfhhfhfhffffff!"
Chuck had taken careful aim on the last blow, making sure the tip slashed into her shitter and yanked it out of shape. Joan thought he bad shoved a burning candle into her asshole! She shouted through the gag, feeling her cuntal naves vibrating. Those awful, wonderful vibrations were being telegraphed to her clit. How that small gland ached and throbbed! She clutched the mattress to keep from throwing her hands around her dripping cunt. She could just imagine the guffaws that would spring from Chuck the moment she began massaging her throbbing pussy.
"Uhhfhhfhhfffff!"
Joan found herself keeping her asscheeks tense, instinctively opening and closing them with each beating smack of the leather. Then as Chuck slowed his beating, she raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"You fuckin' cunt! You want more, huh? You wanna really feel this mother crackin' into you, eh baby? You don't have enough, so you want more?"
"Nooooffffff!" Joan lied, her tears rushing down her face as Chuck brought the belt down like a whip, curling the leather around her neck. She choked as he temporarily cut off her windpipe.
"Gonna have you dancin' naked in the streets by the time I get through with you. You ain't gonna be screamin' no to anybody around here, baby. It's gonna go all the way?'
He stopped the beating. Thank goodness, he stopped the beating! But still Joan felt hot all over, her flesh seeming to glow while those delicious tingling needles sapped her resistance. Her cunt started twitching, the soft, pink, velvety walls rubbing against one another while juice flowed freely from her pussy slot. She rolled her hips again, feeling the sexy, subtle rub of her outer labes against one another. Sneaking one hand down under her thighs, Joan rubbed her fingers over her pussy, feeling her clit against her palm. Oh, oh, that was good, really good! She began raising her thighs a hula, fucking her cunt up against her hand.
"Can't stop movin', eh slut? Even when I'm not beatin' the luck outta you, you gotta still keep that ass movin' around."
"Let me go!" she shouted just as Chuck reached around and ripped the jockey shorts from her mouth.
"Come on, baby! You'd freak if I let you go. Probably be fuckin' yourself all night with a Goddamned hairbrush, wishin' I was back workin' you over."
"NO, no, you lie!" Joan whispered, her eyes rounded while-she felt her ass and back still hot and stinging from all those belted blows.
"Check yourself out, cunt. You can't keep that fuckin' ass still, man. You gotta have some action back there. And that's just what you're gonna get!"
"What... what are you doing?" Joan gasped, her muscles tightening with fear.
"Just keep your fuckin' hands back there right up against the headboard."
Holding one hand up against the headboard, Jack slipped the nylon formerly used to hold the gag in place around her left wrist, binding it to the wood and cinching the stocking tight with a double figure-eight knot. Joan rolled her eyes up, her lips parted as she watched him fastening the bond.
"Other's around here somewhere," he muttered to himself, slipping off the bed and kicking his boots through the pile of clothing strewn over the bedroom floor. Finding the stocking's mate, Chuck drew Joan's other arm back, keeping it three feet from her left hand and binding it to the headboard in similar fashion. Joan squirmed up, easing the pressure on her drawn back arms.
"You're gonna suck a man's cock now. I'm gonna fill that pretty little-mouth with cockmeat 'til I hear you coughin' and gaggin' with it. And that's what you want, right?"
"No!"
She shouted at him, her eyes wide as she heard what he was about to do to her.
"Can't stand a lyin' broad," Chuck said, slapping her twice, then grabbing her by her knees and pulling her down on the bed. The woman groaned, feeling her muscles stretch painfully from the move. It was then Chuck unbuttoned his faded Levi's, pulling down the zipper and opening them in front of her.
It was huge! It was monstrous! Joan's mouth widened, her throat tightening as she saw the horrid thing bobbing inches in front of her His cock was at least eight inches wide and two inches thick. His meaty cockhead was a dark purple, the satiny skin stretched thin while a drop of pre-cum oozed from his narrow pissslit. The sac below the monstrous sausage of veins and hard muscle was swollen like a bag of walnuts.
Chuck grinned at her frightened reaction, sliding one hand down to his cock and letting it massage the base slowly. More drops of cum oozed from his slot, dribbling down in long clear streams toward the bed. He squeezed his balls now, rubbing them up against his crotch while massaging his thick cockshaft.
"Told you I was gonna make you dance naked in the Streets. One fuck with this mother and you ain't never gonna want nothing else."
"Stop it!"
But Chuck had no intention of stopping anything. He reached around, bending his knees slightly while rubbing his prickhead up against her lips. Joan was no stranger to sucking prick. There had been times when her late husband had been just too tired to fuck and she had used that little trick to arouse him. But those times had been mutual acts of love, of respect. This was something else, an act made to degrade and use her. Joan felt his hands tightening around her skull while his cockhead pressed up harder against her lips.
"Go on, swallow this mother, bitch! Get that tongue around it. You licked my boots real good. Now it's time to fuck around with my cock!"
Reluctantly, Joan opened her mouth, feeling the satiny fat cockhead sliding over her front teeth. She opened even wider, feeling her jaws ache from the tension as the big stud slipped his fuck rod into her throat. He mouth-fucked his cock halfway in, working his hips around in a circular motion, stirring his prick in her mouth as if it were a giant thick spoon.
"Mffffff!"
Gagged again, and this time with a man's prick!
"Suck it out, baby, clean me out with that tongue!"
She should have been feeling numb, or at least feeling nothing but shame and revulsion at what was happening to her. Instead, it was all she could do to fight back the moans she knew were bubbling to her lips. He was cupping her tits in his bands now, pushing his fingers deep into the soft, silky flesh until the pressure hurt-but hurt oh, oh, so wonderfully good! She shifted her ass on the sheets, feeling the material wrinkle and gat her up into her asscrack. He caught her hard nipple in his fingers and started twisting them, squeezing them cruelly until Joan thought he was going to crush them.
"Mmmmmmfffffff!"
"Gettin' too much for you? Gettin' too hot for you, baby? I don't think a brandin' iron's too hot for you, bitch!"
He rubbed her nipples again, sending yet another inch of his fuck meat into her mouth.
He was moving his thighs back and forth, back and forth; sending his cock in and out until saliva dribbled from her mouth and began wet ting down her chin. Joan sighed, the thick cock oil bubbling from his prick into her mouth until the salty taste made her swallow. She knew it was coating her mouth and throat, and loved every second of it. The ache in her jaws from all that stretching was gone now. All Joan felt was delight racing through her. How she wished something was touching her cunt while she gave the intruder head. Twice, she instinctively tried pulling her hands from the headboard. The silken bonds held firm-however, cutting pain fully into her wrists each time she tried working them loose.
"Uhhhfhhfffff!"
Her eyes widened, the insides of her nostrils burning as she sucked in air to feed her oxygen starved lungs. Chuck was shoving most of his fuckmeat all the way in now. He was leaning forward, bracing his hands on the headboard behind her while shoving in. She smelled his cock hair and the sweat of his crotch. It was a lovely smell, an odor that triggered her into heat. The slippery hot pink tissues of her cunt clutched suddenly into itchy knots. She pushed her legs apart, feeling her heels dangle over the sides of her bed. The woman let out a soft moan as she pushed her had forward, slurping up and down, licking back until she thought the tip of her tongue was touching the base of his prick.
"Yeah, gimme that head! Christ, that's real good! Real good, bitch. Man, you keep sayin' you don't wanna do it, but fuck, you can't stop suckin' me off, can you! Goddamned little bitch lair!"
He was twisting his hips back and forth again, making his cock rotate in her mouth. Joan hated herself for liking it. She felt his prick brushing over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out as if she had pouches in them. Her tongue worked busily up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking at his thick cum-tube, then moving around over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick it with that tongue, bitch. Yeah, that's it, get my meat and take it down your fuckin' throat!"
He had his eyes closed, working his hips back and forth, shoving his fucker all the way into the woman and watching her lips flatten against his groin. Joan groaned, taking a deep breath and letting the man shove his cock into her tight throat.
"Yeah, that's it, all the way, all the fuckin' way with that fuckin' mouth!"
"Ummmmm!"
She was giving him a hum job as well, moaning and rubbing his-prick with her tongue. She held her breath, diving deeper, rubbing her tongue up and down, up and down the sides of his fuck rod while feeling him jerk and twitch against her. She knew he was close from the way his pre-cum was spilling into her throat. And for the first time this evening she was hoping he would stay with her, would keep from shooting down her belly.
"Yeah, Christ!"
Joan wanted him to keep his cock in her. She found herself liking the feel of the long, fatheaded prick inside her mouth. She liked feeling his hairy groan rubbing up against her face, the curls around his prick tickling the insides of her nose.
"Ohhhhh, Christ, Jesus ... man, that's somethin' else! You got a fuckin' magic tongue there, Lady. You're gonna make me pop off if you keep rubbin' that thing around my dick."
"Mmmmmmfffff!"
Joan felt her cunt catch fire, her thighs itching and burning as electric shocks rushed up and down her legs. She liked it, loved feeling this man abusing her, rubbing up into her while mouth-fucking her. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was better than anything she and Matt had ever done.
Moving her legs around, Joan found that by jerking her hips up and down she could increase the rubbing sensation of her labes against her clit. She tightened her assckeeks, throwing her legs to one side and bracing them against the mattress while jerking up her hips. Oh, there it was, that magic rub, that wonderful touch that sent those sparking signals racing, through her clit!
"Mfmmfmfmfffff!"
Joan tightened her lips around Chuck's cock, working her tongue back and forth against the underside of his prick while taking care to keep her teeth well away from his cockhead.
"Man, oh man!"
He was pounding her face with his crotch now, his balls pillowing up against her chin while saliva frothed around the stretched corners of her lips. The headboard rattled against the wall, cracking some of the plaster as Chuck's fucking movements became violent.
"Fuck it, take it, take it all, baby, take all my cock in your mouth!"
Joan felt his rock-hard leg muscles catching her face in their grip. The two of them were rocking back and forth now, the big man bracing himself against Joan while she sucked as hard as she could. Joan sucked in air through her nostrils, making soft wheezing sounds as she felt the bulge of his cockmeat lodging in her throat. When Chuck let out a groan and pushed his hands down to her face, the woman reluctantly let go, softening her lips around his prick.
"Yeahhbhh, that's a good bitch. You're real good in doin' what I want. You're gonna be real good for me, real good."
He was rubbing his cock over her mouth, watching as Joan licked her tongue over his prick like a puppy smacking his lips at the dinner bowl.
"Give you a taste of your own medicine."
He knelt between her legs, sliding both bands under her ass and kneading the white flesh cruelly. She winced under his hard touch.
Joan snapped her head back, banging it hard against the headboard as she felt her legs stretched wide, Chuck nuzzling his face between her soft thighs. He was mouthing through her tight blond curls, then opening his lips wide.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Joan arched her back, thrusting her firm tits high in the air while tightening her thighs around his head. His mouth closed over her cunt. Be took the whole thing inside his mouth, sinking his front teeth in her cuntlips. She felt the nerves vibrating and spasming under his caress, snapping and the moment he began wriggling his tongue in and out of her cuntal crack.
"No, no, no!"
It was almost worse than the beating, almost worse than the slapping and mouth-fucking. This was a teasing sensation that was driving her up the wall. Joan twisted her hands in the silken bonds, working her ass up, feeding the big man her cunt and wishing he would put something far larger, far stiffer up her pussy. That prick, that cock that had nearly broken her jaw with its thickness and length. That's what she wanted in her, chugging through her body, slamming home and making her feel like a woman once again.
"Ohhhbhh!"
He was sucking onto her like a leech, eating her cunt until Joan was trembling and moaning and twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs closed hard over his head, trapping the big man tight against her body. For one brief moment she was in control, holding him captive, keeping him in cheek while she worked her thighs up.
"Man, good, real good, real good!" he groaned, eating down into her pussy, moving his tongue in and out with fucking movements. "But I ain't gonna make you cum this way. You're gonna go nuts, but with my cock."
Chuck rolled around, pulling off his boots, then sliding his Levi's off. Joan knew this was it, the moment of truth she had been waiting for. He was going to fuck her as he had threatened to. Reaching down, he picked up the belt once more, doubling it, then moving up to her and pressing it hard against her throat. The pressure kept air from going down her windpipe to her lungs. Joan panicked, kicking her legs out, thrashing from right to left while tugging furiously at the bonds behind her.
"Yeah, real fear, eh baby? You think I'm gonna choke you?"
"Unhhhhhh!"
The leather grew tighter, chafing bet flesh, rubbing up against her windpipe. And then it slackened off. Chuck laughed at her, then bent over and pulled up another pair of nylons.
"You didn't think it was gonna be an easy fuck did you?"
Joan felt him lifting one of her legs high in the air, bringing it back until the tops of her toes brushed up against her fingers. He bound her ankle to her wrist, moving around and raising her right foot in the same way. In a few moments, Joan was rolled all the way back, her legs high in the air and spread, her ankles bound to her wrists and to the headboard. Her cunt was completely exposed as was her asshole, something Chuck was not about to let go unattended to.
"Ow!"
She screamed, feeling his finger jam into her shitter.
"Just the start, bitch, just the start!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Stop this! Oh God, it hurts! Take your finger out! Oh God, please, please!"
Perspiration dotted her forehead as Joan wriggled her ass in pain. He was fucking her in the shitter with his right forefinger, jamming it into her asshole up the second joint. She puffed out her chocks, letting out gasps of air, curling her toes until they cramped, moaning softly as she felt his fingernail scraping her bowel lining. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? She had heard about some women doing things like that, although she and Mart had never discussed fucking that way.
"Please? Want more?"
"No! No!" Joan panted hurriedly, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and peering over her kneecaps.
She saw his big fat cock sticking straight out. Chuck had slipped his fingers around his cockhead now, greasing down the satiny flesh, making it glisten under her bedroom lighting. She remembered just how big and fat and hard and hot that thing had felt rummaging around in her mouth. Joan couldn't imagine how something that fat would feel up her shitter. Just the thought of being fucked that way made her shiver with horror.
"Aw, poor little thing's all shakin' because she thinks I'm gonna ram her ass full of prickmeat, right, bitch?" Chuck sneered.
"Yes! Oh please, don't! You'll ... you'll tear something there and hurt me forever! Please don't do this, oh god, no!" Joan's teeth were chattering and she looked pleadingly into Chuck's eyes.
There was no mercy there. He blinked slowly, slipping a second finger into her shifter and twisting the two of them around. A dull throbbing ache started up in her asshole, spearing nastily into her clit and making that little nub throb. Joan was breathing unevenly, staring at Chuck while she concentrated hard on that awful finger slipping in and out of her bunghole.
"Got somethin' to take your mind off gettin' rodded back there."
Still keeping both fingers in her asshole, Chuck bent down carefully and fished out a small silver-plated lighter from his shirt pocket. He held it, fingering the bent top. Joan could see some sort of Naval insignia on the front plate. He flipped open the top, flicking the small round black wheel. Sparks flew. Immediately a tall orange flame flickered up, bending slightly in a steady draft.
Joan felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she stared at the tall flame. It was meant for her. Everything Chuck did now and said now was meant for her. Was he going to torch her, burn her alive in the bed while laughing at her agonized shrieks? Joan held her breath, afraid to move while the fire bent back and forth gracefully in the draft.
"Now, we have some fun. with you-more fun, the kind we both like!"
"No, no, not true, not..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. Her attention was focused on that flame. She watched his pale eyes glittering as he moved back, drawing the fire quickly over-The bottom round curves of her asscheeks. Joan let out a squeak, jerking her thighs, rolling her ass up while feeling her toes touching the wall behind the headboard. The bonds began cutting into her wrists and ankles more severely now as she twisted and jerked on the bed.
"Stop it! No, don't burn me!"
Joan pulled frantically at the nylon stockings holding her wrists and ankles prisoner to the headboard. Again, Chuck passed the flame under her ass, this time letting the fire stay a little longer against her flesh. The woman went wild, stiffening her arms until her biceps and triceps bulged against her sweaty-damp flesh. Her thighs ridged against her skin while she jerked as if touched by live electric wires.
Screams for mercy escaped from her cum smeared lips as the fire flickered against her skin, then blew into her asshole. Joan was living the torments of the damned, rolling her ass up, jerking so hard her lower back rose clear of the surface of the bed. How her muscles ached and cramped from all the tension and moving!
"Warm that ass up. Man, you had it good and hot when I was whippin' butt a while ago," Chuck said, smacking his lips as he passed the fire again under her asshole and heard the woman cry out in anguish. "Now you're gettin' it all hot again for my prick! Man, oh man, you're gonna be spittin' out cum for weeks after I plug you, bitch!"
He worked his thick fingers around his cock while keeping the fire flicking up against the outer curves of her asscheeks.
Joan yammered again for mercy, kicking her feet up against the headboard, pulling at her bonds as her mind reeled. Then there was that horrid sound, the whispering, crackling sound of her cuntal hairs burning in the cigarette lighter flame. The smell of singeing hair added to the odor of burning lighter fluid, making Joan gag at the thought of what was being done to her.
"Stop it! Oh please, no..."
The pain was horrible now. Her ass flesh had become sensitized to pain from the whipping she'd received from that black leather belt. Now it was being further aggravated by the flame brushing up against her flesh. Joan gave another scream, more wild, louder than anything she had shouted before.
Chuck was purposely moving the fire up to her pussy. A moment later, the tip of the flame brushed her clit. It was a sensation that nearly sent her brain crashing from her skull. The air went out of her lungs for a moment while she fought for control.
"Eaghhghgbghghhghhhhhh!"
Joan jerked her body up once more, rolling it up against the headboard, nearly climbing the wails with the agony ripping at her clit. It was too much. With another shriek, Joan felt herself sinking into a black comforting hole. She would faint, collapse into blessed unconsciousness. Chuck couldn't touch her there. She would be safe from this awful maniac who was trying to destroy her.
"There. You've had enough," he said, pulling the flame away and flicking the top back onto the lighter.
Joan felt her muscles soften, her ass sagging back to the mattress. Feeling the oily sensation of her perspiration rolling down her chest and tits, Joan wriggled up a little higher on the bed, scraping her toenails against the wooden headboard. Chuck tossed the lighter to the floor, placing both hands flat against the underside of her thighs and rolling her up a few inches.
"Just thought you'd like to guess, baby. I ain't gonna fuck your pussy. Ol' Mister Finger's gonna do, that. I think I dig that asshole. I like givin' my cock to a woman right up the ol' butt!" Chuck slid his hands down to her asscheeks and spread them apart.
"No! No! No!"
Joan screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her face turning red with terror as she felt his hands separating her asscheeks. His thumbs eased down her ass crease, his nails leaving long red marks on the inner curves of her asscheeks. Joan puffed and panted, her mind spinning around and around as she thought about the horror of being fucked this way. Then with a sudden piercing pain, the head of his fat cock found her stretched shitter.
"Eaghghhhghghhhhhh!"
Joan shouted and screamed, jerking her ass up, curling her fingers around the nylon restraints and clawing at them while she felt something popping in her shoulder. It was a terrible, awful sensation having that meaty cockhead squeezing into her. Chuck moved back, slapping her ass, heating it up with his blows and making the flutter in her cunt all that more itchily intense. He pressed once more against her whipped, virgin asshole. Chuck laughed again, his voice rumbling with a nasty low undertone.
"Take it in, bitch! You're nothin' but a piece of shit, and I'm gonna feel that shit right on my cock," he growled, jabbing it in again.
Joan strained back, her muscles ridging against her flesh. It felt as if her shifter lips were being driven up into her bowels. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. It felt as if it were being torn loose with a blunt knife. The scraping of his hands on her thighs was adding to the agony, especially when Chuck dug his fingernails into the red marks created by the whipping she had endured earlier.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Chuck eased back a third time, letting his cockhead only brush up against her asshole. Joan let out a long low breath, relaxing the tightness of her asshole sphincter. She pushed outward as if she were shitting, trying to soothe the throbbing pain that still tormented her asshole. It was at this point Joan felt one hand leaving her ass. Chuck was bracing his cockshaft with his fingers, holding it stiff against the rubbery circle of her asshole.
"No! Not again! Oh please, dear God in heaven, not again!"
Joan knew he was getting ready to assfuck her again. She sucked in a deep breath and held it, her mind rattling about while, she lay there, wrists bound to ankles. It was like having a huge rock being jammed up against her relaxed asshole. Before Joan could even think to loosen the reflexive grasp of her shitter, half Chuck's prickshaft was already squeezed into her. The woman let out a gasp of surprise, her eyes rolling back into her head while another scream filled the room. How her asshole ached! It was as if Chuck were tearing her asscheeks in two with his bare hands!
"Eaghghghghghghghhhhh!"
It was monstrous, the worst feeling she had ever had in her life. Chuck kept leaning forward, his hands braced on her ass now that he had managed to slip part of his fuckrod into her shitter. More of it was slipping in now, stretching her asshole, easing into her bowels. At the same time, Joan could feel her cunt growing oh so hot, nearly crying out to feel something that hot, hard and thick sliding into her cunt. She groaned, wanting to feel the hard intrusion in her pussy, not in her ass.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
But Chuck wasn't to be put off. He rubbed his hands briskly around her shifter, stretching the woman's outer asshole lips, then pushing more of his fuckmeat into her. Joan squirmed, moving her ass back and forth against the heavy-haired muscular belly pressing up against her ass. The slow intrusion of the hard prick in her ass hurt her terribly.
"Fuck ... oh yeah, fuck that out, baby. Man, that's the way, move that ass around real nice," Chuck moaned, smoothing his hands over her asscheeks, then sliding them up to her tits. He rolled her nipples around between his fingers, squeezing them until the woman yelped, then laughing at her pain. "Man, that's a nice, tight ass. Bet your old man ain't fucked that. Yeah, feels virgin. That's what I dig. Move it! Yeah, just like that, up and down. Make my prick feel real nice!"
It was splitting her wide open. Joan moaned, feeling the achy pain of his gradual, slow fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. It was spreading clear to the outer edges of her asscheeks, radiating to her belly, making her tummy muscles harden until they cramped with tension. It was far worse than the double finger fucking he had visited upon her earlier.
"Uhhhhhh, please, oh God, no more, no more! I can't take any more!"
Hot, salty tears stung her eyes. Blinking them rapidly away, Joan looked at the big man towering over her. His jaw was set firm, his eyes staring down at her bound body, his lips working silently against one another. He was watching her closely, getting off on her cries, on the pain obvious on her face. The more she whimpered, the more she grimaced, the hotter Chuck got. He started giving her lusty little fuck moves, jerking his cockmeat down into her bowels.
Joan cried out, her face wrinkling with pain while her nostrils flared. Chuck liked that. He enjoyed watching her squirm under his fucking prick. Moving back, he looked down, seeing most of his hard, thick, pink fuckmeat still outside her split asscheeks. But a good deal of it had already been shoved into her ass. It stuck out like a giant pole, halving her ass and still sliding into the stretched, tearing asshole.
"Aghghghghhhhhh!"
There was a wild moment of agony. Then Joan suddenly felt the easing of the pressure in her ass. The bead of his prick finally popped past her tight shitter ring. She tried straightening her legs, pressing the soles of her feet against the headboard. Chuck reached up, tightening the nylon stockings that bound her wrists to her ankles. Joan cried out, feeling the blood slow to her fingers and toes. They were growing icy from the lack of circulation cut short by the bonds.
"Awwwwkwkk!"
Her concentration on her limbs was cut short. Her arms and legs spasmed violently, making her body shiver bard against Chuck's belly. He was starting to pull his cock out, the reversed tugging motion seeming like a giant vacuum attached to her asshole. More pain shot up and down her spine, making the attractive blonde bite her lip until she could taste blood oozing down her throat. She couldn't even sob now, not with the constant shoving motions of that bar of prickmeat in her ass. She shoved her asscheeks toward him, looking for some sort of relief from the obscene sucking action in her shit-chute. Oh, it was killing her, this asshole fucking! And there was no indication that Chuck was anywhere close to ending his fucking spree.
"Uh! Ub! Uh!"
The big man stopped for a moment, working his hips around, then shoving deeper in. Joan squeaked once more, her cunt going into itchy tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring around her shifter was spasming as well. It was like some sort of obscene kiss around and in her asshole. She squirmed up again, the headboard scraping against the wall.
"Stop! Ohhhhh!"
Joan felt completely torn. She felt her fits being cruelly massaged, squeezed and pinched by the big stud on top of her. She flexed her round firm assmounds against his overhanging belly, suddenly wanting more of that lascivious fullness that threatened to split her wide open. Yes, she wanted more of the pain, more of the sensation of being fucked! How her mind had changed from terror and revulsion to complete acceptance and desire! The more he fucked her ass, the more he wanted that hunk of meat ramming deep into her. And oh, bow the sliding of that cock moved through her, sending shivery thrills racing through her asshole! Joan felt her bowels filling with his fat cock. It was a steady, growing load of iron-hard fuckmeat and heat in her ass. She thought his cock would surely have to stop. Surely he had fucked all the cock he had inside her already.
But it still kept coming. Joan's asshole still kept stretching and fluttering as Chuck fucked the full length of his prick in. She thought the thick bar of cock in her ass was growing until it was the size of a baseball bat. The big man's prick felt like a spear being shoved up to her throat.
"Uhhhbhh!"
Then it was the withdrawal again, pulling out his fuckmeat. Joan thought she had pulled a foot of cock from her ass, her nerves protesting all the way. And then Chuck was fuck forward again. Joan shuddered, rolling her ass up, arching her back as much as she could. The strange fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her' more and more. It wasn't like the heat that prickled in her cunt when it was milking around a cock, though it seemed to be connected in an odd way.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, get that ass tight around me! Oh man, man, I can feel my cum boilin' up already from my balls," Chuck groaned, closing his eyes tight and shuddering with excitement.
Joan rolled her eyes up once more and saw the big stud was fighting to keep from climaxing right now. She wanted it all, wanted to cum with the sensation of her ass being filled with his jizz.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Easy, babe. You don't wanna have me poppin' off and you not gettin' any, do you?"
"No, no, fuck!"
Chuck laughed, slapping her ass again with the flat of his hand.
"And man, you thought this was gonna be a rape or somethin'. Christ, you're burnin' up my cock with that fuckin' ass of yours."
It was like swallowing a turkey whole. Joan thought her belly would swell to bursting. The heat from the stimulated nerves in her asshole ricocheted off the stuffed feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of need into her brain.
In spite of the achy pain, the woman wanted more cock in her ass. She wished for a moment that there really was a baseball bat fucking in to her.
"Do it, baby, come one, make it with me! Come on bitch, go for it!" Chuck panted, lowering his head while bracing his muscled arms against the wall.
"Uh! Uhhhh!"
Joan felt the tempo of Chuck's ass-tearing cock increase. She squeezed her ass tight around him, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her nerves: She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She couldn't even tell the difference between the pain and the intense pleasure coursing through her, scorching her veins. All the woman knew was that the hardest pleasure she had ever felt in her life was rushing through her, confusing her, making her feel wonderful.
"Come on, baby, come on, fuck it out!"
Chuck was going wild, shoving back and forth, speeding his strokes up until Joan thought her ass would catch fire from the friction. As the ramming length and speed of his strokes grew, she felt the drag on her cuntlips milk more juice from her pussyhole. Just at that point, Chuck reached down, cupping his right hand around her pussy and squeezing hard. He was rubbing her pussy lips together, squeezing them against one another, then pushing them up against her clit. It was wild! Joan felt her pussy explode, sparks of delight exploding around her cunt while that awful, wonderful cock stretched her asshole to the tearing point.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Joan trembled, feeling heat slicing into the sides of her stiff hard clit. The cunty feeling was building up quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of cockmeat in her asshole.
"Cum, you Goddamned little bitch! Gonna pop off now, baby! Gonna do it!"
"Cummmmmmmm!"
Joan cried out, clawing her fingers at the air as she felt that moment of white-hot madness approaching her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Bitch! Bitch-pig! You're gonna have your asshole blown out when I start shootin'!"
Joan had no doubt his cock was going to melt her bowels when he shot. She was grunting, sweating with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the pain in her body focused in her asshole now. The stretched, tearing ring seemed to draw the will from her. She panted, her mind going white and blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. But the way her pussy reacted, Joan didn't care what happened in her ass any longer. What was going on back there added to the hot, tight sensation itching achily through her clit. She groaned once more, twisting around like a snake in her bonds, fighting the nylon holding her captive while rubbing her body sexily up against Chuck's sweaty belly.
"Come on, baby, go for it! That's it, bitch, go for it! Man, you're gonna pop your fuckin' head off when you finally cum," Chuck said, slapping her across the face, then pinching her thighs and ass.
"Uh! Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr!"
The stiff, hot bar of fucking cock in her ass seemed to slow down a bit. She heard Chuck growling, his voice becoming lower than ever. Then with a sweaty slap of his belly on her rolled-up ass, he started up again. Joan thought she could feel him hit something deep inside her. The kink of her bowels hurt as if a dozen knives were stabbing into it. The lining of her asshole seemed to stretch up to her throat. Joan let her head fall back as she let out a series of hoarse, rutting cries. Fucking! That's all there was in the world! Right now, all she could think of was that delicious hot tight feeling in her cunt and the constant chugging sensation of Chuck's prick in her ass.
"Hurhhrhrhhrhrhrhr!"
Chuck grunted on top of her. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out, leaving only his fat prickhead inside. Joan cried out again, feeling the flaring wings of his cockhead tugging at the sensitive lining of her asshole. He was urging her asshole outward, making her assring pucker as he watched the way her asscheeks trembled with delight.
"No, no, no, don't do it that way! Oh God, please, don't..."
"Yeah, baby, you ain't got much of a choice," Chuck responded, shaking the sweat off his face. "Come on, go for it, Mama. Yeah, move that ass ... huhhhhhh! Christ, gonna pop, gonna blow that asshole wide open with my jizz!"
"Noooooo!"
It was as if someone had lit her ass on fire. With an animal grunt, Chuck rammed his cock deep in her ass, making the woman cry out as if someone had stabbed her in the belly. Joan thought she could feel her bowel lining tearing. His cock hit her like a freight train slamming into the side of a mountain. Joan's cries turned into screams as she felt a cataclysm of lusty fire in her ass. He was finally cumming. She felt Chuck shuddering up against her thighs, his hands all over her, bitting her, pinching her, slapping her while thick, spurting masses of jizz splashed into her shitter.
"Oh, oh, ohhbhh!"
That was all the woman needed. Joan felt her cunt snapping shut on his fingers as Chuck fucked down deep, twisting two fingers into her pussy while rubbing his knuckles up against her firing clit. She jerked and convulsed, her body pounding up against the headboard while her toes struck the wall again and again.
"Awwkwwhwhwhhhhghhhghhh!"
Joan felt her tits mashing under his hands. Her face hit his belly then fell back. And all 'the time, Joan felt his cum-spewing fuckpole in her ass and the earth-shattering force of his orgasm. It was mind-shattering. Lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in- her ass. Joan's mind seemed to concentrate on her shitter and pussy, centering around the hot, exploding sensations of the big man's cock in her cumming pussy.
"Noooooo!"
It had been wonderful. But now Chuck was starting to pull his prick from her ass. No! No! She wanted it in. She wanted to feel that thing still inside her, taking her over, slicing through her shitter.
"Sorry, baby, but I can't stay here all night," Chuck said, shaking more sweat off his face.
Joan clamped her shitter muscles down hard on his withdrawing cock, working her ass around, drawing out more delightful spasms from her cunt while the big man still fucked her with his fingers.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby. That's all there is for tonight, bitch!"
His outsliding cock paused for a second, then slipped out completely. Joan screamed. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot, tingling signals up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered, making her scream again, then fall into unconscious. The last thing she remembered was the delicious itch that was becoming more and more concentrated between her thighs.
Realizing she was in a dead faint, Chuck slapped her cheeks hard. He finally brought her around. Joan groaned, feeling her asshole still fluttering. Her cunt had calmed somewhat, but the juice was still flowing out and wetting down her thighs. Without another word, Chuck reached up and began unknotting the silken bonds holding her wrists to her ankles, letting down her legs first, then finally freeing her arms. She felt them fall as dead weights to her sides. He didn't have to worry about her escaping. Joan had no intention, of bolting. She was too tired, too exhausted, too fulfilled with the fucking she had just endured to move. Stretched on the bed, the woman moaned, rolling her head to one side and watching as Chuck began pulling on his trousers.
"I ain't even gonna go around the, house to find anything to take," he said, pulling on his boots, then picking up his shirt from the floor. "But I'm gonna get your phone number here, baby and we're gonna have some good times later on. Man, I ain't gonna let somethin' like you get away from me."
Joan reached down and drew the covers slowly over her body, fighting back the sobs of shame and guilt that were starting to escape from her lips now. She had done something horrible, something disgusting she could never tell anyone about. How could she face her daughter with the knowledge she had ... had let a man do this to her-fuck her, and fuck her in this horribly brutal way? She rubbed her chafed wrists against one another, licking her wounds, then she peered above the covers and watched Chuck tucking in his shirt. He said nothing, slapping his thighs, then rubbing his cock.
"Gonna catch your number on the way out. Think I'll use the door this time. You better fix that kitchen window. I broke in through it." Chuck grinned at her, then sauntered from the room.
Joan groaned, rolling over and hiding her face, in the pillow. Now the tears flowed freely, staining her face, the sobs shaking her whip-scarred body. She had enjoyed it all-the belting, the sucking, the ass-fucking, the bonds. Everything he had made her do she loved. And now ... and now she had to face an uncertain future, a future with the possibility of having him return to her home and do this once more to her. How would she face her daughter in the morning?
* * *
While Joan lay shaking with guilt and remorse in her bed, her blonde daughter, Shari, was facing problems of her own. Things were becoming festive at her good friend Diane's house. Doug and Frank, two friends of Diane's were there pulling several bottles of liquor from two paper sacks while the girls giggled in the corner of a darkened bedroom.
"Are you sure your folks won't be coming back tonight?"
Diane nodded excitedly. She drew close to Shari and pointed at Frank.
"He's the greatest," she whispered, squinching up her face and fighting down a giggle. "I heard he's got the biggest ... the biggest cock in school!"
"Diane!" Shari said, scandalized by such open talk from her best friend.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," she said, sniffing a bit, then smiling once more. "Besides, I know you're as anxious to fuck as I am."
Shari stiffened at the word. Diane might have been right. But using that deliciously forbidden word still made her feel a little bit guilty. She thought she could see the face of her mother staring down at her and frowning. It made Shari wince at first, then suddenly feel angry and defiant. She stared at Frank and wondered if what Diane had suggested were true.
"I'm not. It's just that I don't know these guys very well and ... and I don't know if I should stay the whole night-I mean with you and them and ... and everything. My mom'd freak if she knew there were guys over."
"Who's gonna tell her?" Diane asked, shrugging and narrowing her eyes at her friend. She was giving her one of those secretive, knowing smirks that said much more than words could. "She's miles away and you're here Nobody's gonna tell."
"Hey come on, you're gonna dig this stuff. It's primo booze," Frank said.
"Come on."
Diane tugged Shari over to the boys. Shari sat down and modestly pulled her skirt, down over her knees, glad she had worn something "decent" for the evening. On accepting Diane's invitation to come over, she had thought something was up. She could tell from the tone of her voice there was going to be more here at the house than a simple twosome slumber party. Shari hadn't expected, however, to find booze and men all in the same package. It made her a little nervous.
When she caught Doug staring at her continually she felt something else as well-a tight, tingly sensation between her legs that was fuzzy and warm as well. She moved her knees, feeling her panty crotch snugging up against her cuntlips. It was getting wet down there! Shari blushed, glad the light was dark in there so the boys couldn't see her flushed cheeks.
"Got some glasses too, plastic ones," Frank said. "And ice too. Some mix."
The boys had been busy. They mixed strong drinks for the girls, handing them over, watching as they finished quickly. Shari coughed, unused to the strong, burning sensation going down her throat. Doug reached over and slapped her lightly between the shoulders.
"Thanks!"
"Some more. You'll really dig it."
They drank for half an hour, when suddenly Shari saw Diane reeling backward. Or was that something Shari was seeing in her own blurred vision? Were the boys drinking? It suddenly occured to the blonde teen that they had stopped some time ago. The girls had been putting it away, encouraged by both Doug and Frank. Shari put down the glass from her lips, staring up at them. Frank was standing, walking over to Diane.
"I think she's about had enough," he said.
There was something different in the tone of his voice. It was bard, almost threatening. Diane liked older boys, but new they seemed so much older. Her head was spinning, and a dull throbbing seemed to sap her strength. She tried to get up, but she bad had far too much to drink.
"Something wrong, baby?" Doug asked, sliding over to her and wrapping one arm around her waist.
"No, nothing. Please, leave me alone. I'd better go to bed," she protested, reaching down and trying to unwrap his arm.
"That's just what we were talkin' about-takin' the two of you to bed."
"That's not what I meant," Shari shot back, feeling her cheeks turn scarlet. This had gone far enough! She would pick up her small blue suitcase from Diane's bedroom and leave.
"Too bad," Doug said mockingly. "'Cause you and her are goin' for a little ride-right outta here."
Shari looked at Doug, shocked. She scooted back a little, feeling his fingers catching her right wrist and holding her captive.
"You ain't gonna go anywhere. I know her folks aren't comin' back, and you aren't expected home 'til tomorrow morning. That's plenty of time to have some fun with the two of you over at our place."
Doug was leering at her, his eyes freely appraising her tits, ass and thighs. When he caught her other wrist, forcing her back onto the floor, Shari panicked. She began thrashing around like a wild woman, wriggling, trying to jab her knee up into his crotch as she'd seen once on a T.V. show on how to protect yourself against rape. He was holding her arms on either side of her head now, his knees forcing her legs apart. She felt her skirt riding up until her panties were exposed. It was then Shari knew she had lost the battle. The liquor was making her head buzz. She could hardly tell up from down And all the while, this man was on top of her, edging her skirt up, exposing her briefs. She tried tensing her muscles, moving her' arms up so she could scratch his face. Nothing worked. He was only laughing at her, keeping her prisoner while forcing her dress up.
"Bet you like to get down and get dirty when you drop all this shit."
"No, no, I never ... don't, don't! Oh God, help me, somebody help me! Diane!"
But her friend had passed out. Frank was dragging her from the room. Doubling his fingers, Doug cocked his, arm back, striking Shari hard across the chin. No one, not even her mother in one of her famous anger fits, had ever touched her like that! The knuckles bruised her chin, and the force of the blow snapped her head back.
"Oooooffffff!"
Dazed, half out of her mind with terror, Shari lay there on the carpet, feeling bands reaching around the elastic waistband of her panties. Doug was pulling them down, forcing them over her knees, ankles, toes, gone! She felt his fingers pinching and massaging her thigh flesh, and then touching her cunt.
Shari bucked her ass back the moment she felt him touching her clit. Even in her shocked, dazed state, the girl felt something like self respect take control. She knocked his offending hand away, rolled over and tried to crawl away from him. Doug let her move for a bit, then reached out and grabbed the teen by her hair. Shari screamed, feeling her hair roots start to tear from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered as her elbows buckled from under her. With a groan of defeat, she collapsed to the floor. He was slapping her ass, telling her awful things about what he was going to do. When he pinched her cit with his fingers, she bucked her ass again, drawing her knee protectively together while slapping back at the big man.
"Get away from me! Oh, Diane, Diane!"
"Bitch!"
Doug pulled her by the hair once more, standing over her and drawing her face hard against his left leg. She cracked her lip against his kneecap. The more he pulled on her hair, the louder she screamed and more infuriated the young man appeared to become.
"Stop it! Oh God somebody help meeeee!"
"Goddamn! You're as fuckin' loud as some kinda air raid siren!"
He dropped her hair, swinging one hand around and back handing the teen. Shari let out a yelp, snapping backward. Her legs seemed to fly out from under her as she was propelled backward toward the door. Then something struck her head. The dresser perhaps. She felt something metallic nearly crushing her skull. Stars popped in front of her while a buzzing sound shot through her head. She was going to faint. Shari could feel a dark curtain descending over her, making her feel so dizzy, so sick. She saw Doug coming at her, his hands outstretched. Then everything went black as the young blonde teen slumped unconscious to the floor.
Shari had no idea how long she had been out. Were they still at Diane's? She had no idea. When she came to, she found her head lolling. She caught glimpses of an overhead light. She was being carried. The echoing walls around her told the teen she was in some small room of passage. When she blinked her eyes open, Shari saw she was in some horrid basement. The musky damp smell invaded her nostrils.
"Put 'er there. I think she's comin' around," Frank said.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Doug dumped her next to her friend Diane. But how different Diane looked now. They had stripped her, torn all the clothes from her body except her electric blue panties. They were torn around the ass and front as if someone had beaten her with a belt or something. Diane was awake, staring down at Shari, for they had also bound her wrists to a set of overhead chains, her toes dangling two inches from the floor. Tears streaked her dirty face as she stared pitifully down at the cringing blonde teen.
"Diane!"
Shari was shocked, quickly coming to her senses as she stared in disbelief at her hanging friend. Drawing her fingers to her mouth, she stifled a cry. How much longer before she was dangling from pulleys, her feet barely touching the ground? Instinctively, Shari drew her elbows in against her chest, afraid even to move as she continued to stare up at her hanging friend.
"It hurts, Shari. I'm sorry," Diane sobbed in a whisper. "They said they wanted to come over and have some fun. I didn't know-I didn't know they were into his kind of thing!"
Shari shook her head, now daring to turn around and stare at the two men.
"Like it, baby? Like it, Shari? You wanna join your friend?"
"No!"
But Shari knew she would be next, and trembled at the thought of it.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's pretty big, the basement," Doug said, looking around. "My old man uses it for some car repair shit. Sure don't know what half this stuff is."
He picked up a wrench from a work bench near by and examined it.
"But I know how to use it on cunts like you. Get 'er down there, by the clamps."
Frank had already stripped Shari, peeling the blouse and bra from her, then tearing the skirt from her waist. Like with Diane, they left her panties on for the moment.
Shuffling with bare feet over the uneven concrete floor, the girl moved to the far wall where a pair of clamps hung from the cinderblocks. Just in front of the clamps, Shari noticed a large drain about twelve inches in diameter.
"Get rid of these," Frank said, curling his fingers around her panties and pulling them down.
"No!"
Shari jerked her hands down, clutching at the slippery nylon material with her fingers. But Frank was too fast for her, tearing off her panties, then shoving her forward as he pulled them from her feet. The girl flung her hands around her pussy, trying to cover it from their greedy eye.
"Might as well clean 'er up before fuckin' around with her. My old man cleans up engines and parts and shit with these," Doug said, picking up two wands from clamps bolted into the wall some five feet from the chains. "Just like a fuckin' car wash, hot 'n cold. We can see what makes this one jump the highest."
"What ... what are you going to do?" Shari asked, still not believing she was in this nightmare.
"Held 'er down while I clamp up her tits," Doug said.
"Clamp?" Panicked, Shari looked at the horrible things dangling against the wall in front of her. She could see the tiny teeth, the spring action that kept the jaws closed stiffly against one another. He was moving toward her with one of them.
"Stop it, stop!"
She screamed, struggling wildly against Frank. Her feet slipped and slid over the slippery cold floor while her tits danced against her rising and falling chest. Doug waited a second, then squeezed down hard, opening the jaws of the black clamp fully. Shari felt the cold metal for a moment. Then the awful clamp chewed down on her nipple and the surrounding flesh, biting down like an animal determined to rip off her tit.
"Eaghbgbghghghgh!"
Never before had the girl felt such agonizing pain! She threw herself back, her head snapping to one side while her screams filled the room. Diane wailed in sympathy, straining her eyes to see what was happening in the far end of the basement. Shari screamed again, her throat going hoarse and hurting from the intensity of her cries. She twisted to the right, feeling a shooting pain in the wrists. It was Frank, jerking her arms around, twisting her round so Doug could put the other clamp on her tits.
"Yaghghhghghghhh!"
Shari knew she couldn't move back. As agonizing as the pain was, shooting through her crushed nipples, she knew she couldn't step back. The chains were pulling her fits up off her heaving chest as she stepped away from the wall. Any farther and she would surely tear her nipples off. Her head fell forward, her sobs turn 4ng into gurgles as the sharp pain gave way to a dull throbbing ache.
"Tie 'er up, man. Don't want the cunt talkin' these thing off while we work her over," Doug suggested.
They bound her wrists together tightly with some quarter-inch clothes line they found nearby. Left over right, Doug looped the rope around until he secured her wrists in a slipknot.
"Okay, we'll start now."
Doug passed one wand to Frank, then reached around and switched on the water. Immediately, Shari felt a blast of hot water smashing into, her ribcage. She opened her mouth in surprise, only to have a lungful of water splash down her throat. Turning her head, she felt her feet slipping from under her on the seal slick floor. But she had to remain upright. If be didn't, she would surely tear her tits off!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Frank had switched his on now, the two of them playing a stream of scalding and freezing water over her body. She struggled to remain upright, but she felt herself skating and sliding on the wet floor.
"Oh, oh, no!"
How the clamps hurt her nipples! They seemed to be alive, chewing at every moment harder and harder, their sharp little metal teeth tearing at her nipple flesh. And all the while, the water was hitting like, a hammer on her sensitive cuntal flesh, opening up her pussy and sending fiery sensations into her clit. Shari fell against the wall, pressing one cheek against the cold cinder blocks and sobbing. Her knees were knocking together *bile she gasped for air. How horrid! All this, and her cunt was betraying her, nearly paralyzing her with a hot blast of erotic sensation!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The water was hot enough to make Shari swat under it. She rolled her ass, trying to get her cunt away from the moving double stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. Again, she could hear Diane screaming in the back, tugging on her chains as she watched her friend tortured this way.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Doug shot a stream straight up between her long thighs. Instinctively, Shari hunched back at it, the blast of hot water feeling like a painful, licking tongue. She gasped, not daring to look at the boys torturing her. The water was just tingling enough to make her feel aroused. How humiliating! She had never felt like this on dates when guys touched her there. But now, her nipples crushed the way they were by those awful clamps, her cunt clenched and spasmed.
Doug moved around, blasting the thin stinging spray over all parts of her body. She felt the stream racing into her belly button, then moving up to her nipples, hefting her fits up. The chains rattled. Shari leaned heavily against the will, all the muscles in her shapely body working, making her turn this way and that to keep from having too much water splash into her face.
"Maybe she'd dig havin' some kinda enema," Frank suggested.
"Yeah, let's pump it up the ol' shitter," Doug agreed, moving his wand around until the spraying tip was at Shari's asshole.
She could feel the thin spray blasting the backs of her thighs, reddening her flesh. Shari fell forward, her fits against the clamps as the wicked spray made her asscheeks jiggle up against one another. Doug was moving the wand even closer, stretching out one hand and spreading her asscheeks apart. Shari let out a yelp, standing on tip-toe. He was working the tip into her shitter, sending the water splashing like a hot river into her bowels!
"Eaghghhghghhb!"
It was as if someone had stuffed a balloon in her ass and was blowing it up quickly now... Shari screamed again and again, tossing her head about, feeling her hair tangling around her throat. Her knees shot apart, her legs nearly buckling from under her as that stinging hot spray washed hard into her asshole. Fires exploded in her gut, making the girl twist about and slam her head against the cinder block wall.
Doug pushed the head of the wand in, twisting it around, laughing as a fine spray escaped from around her shuddering asshole lips and wet down the backs of her thighs and legs.
"Uhghghhh ... yiiiiiiiii!"
Shari jerked her arms up as much as he could, the clothes line cutting sharply into her wrists. Frank moved his wand up, blasting cold water against her tits. Shari felt her nipples reddening even more under the savage attack.
"Enough for the ass. Now we're gonna see some action when I do the same thing to her pussy!"
"Oh God, Shari, what are they doing to you over there?" Diane screamed, rattling the chains over her bead as she swung around and tried to see.
"Shut the fuck up!" Doug shouted at the brunette, looking over one shoulder at her. "You'll find out soon enough, fuckin' bitch!"
Doug moved the stream down to her cunthole, sliding the wand up until the steady spray hit her clit-zone.
Shari wrinkled her face, opening her mouth and letting out a gasping sigh. The sensation was incredible! She had heard about getting fucked. Her girlfriends had whispered about how it felt having a guy's thing sawing through your pussy. This had to be the very closest thing to it! She cried out with a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her legs spread apart while she made fucking movements back and forth against the spraying water. She felt her feet slipping again. But this time, Shari knew how to brace her knees against the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Behind her, she could hear the water, gurgling down the drain. It was all out of some incredible erotic nightmare, now all coming true. The girl couldn't stop the insane growth of the hot, lusty feeling, building like a thousand fires between her legs. She coughed and gasped, fucking the water, withstanding the awful things they were saying about her while playing the water around her body.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Shari knew the feeling-that hot, tight, tense itchy feeling that started now to ache. Climax would be coming soon. She had fingered herself enough alone in her bed at night to know she was about to cum. There was that slow, delicious, tingly opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall again, waiting for the orgasm to happen. Doug moved his wand back a little. Shari twisted her hips to the left, looking for the stream. It was starting to make her feel more and more lewd. The lascivious feelings in her crotch built more and more,' sharpening to a razor's edge as the water beat at her clit.
"Uhhhhh!"
She didn't scream any more from the pain. There were only gasps of delight, cries of lust as she panted heavily against the sprays.
"Man, she's goin' for it. She's fuckin' the water!"
"Yeah. Fuck, I thought she was little Miss Proper back there. She's hotter 'n most cunts we've been foolin' around with," Doug commented, twisting the wand around once more and spraying the stream right into her pussy. He laughed, watching the girl's knees stiffen while her feet nearly left the floor.
"Abhhhhhhh!"
Doug moved the wand, sweeping the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of heat in her cunt made the rising wall of arousal inside her slip an inch. But a renewed blast sent it higher than before. Frank was taking careful aim with his wand, his movements adding to the lusty rush of feeling through her body. He was back to her cunt again, this time, making sure the blast of water opened the flesh around her clit. Shari gasped, her legs shaking once again as she made an effort to keep from collapsing to the floor. Those clamps were still chewing horribly at her nipples. But that water, that spray around her clit was like some huge sucking mouth, sucking dud licking the whole top of her cuntal mound. Shari found herself laughing and sobbing at the same time, twisting around and around, going out of her mind with sensation as the water seemed to be stinging her all over at the same time.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Now Shari cried out with frustration. Doug played the hose between her spread thighs, making sure the main stream stayed away from her cunt. Shari twisted around, grinding her teeth together. She could have begged them to spray her pussy, to jam one of those silly wands up in her cunt so she could feel how the spray would feel full-force. But pride got in the way. Some shred of pride still kept her from joining them in this horrid scene all the way. She twisted around, trying to make herself cum, trying to get the spray to hit her clit once again. It was there, just inches from her reach Shari strained, jerking her thighs, needing to feel that spray of water on her cit. The whole top of her cunt was tied in cramping knots of sexual hunger, waiting for that last shove over the edge.
"No, oh God, God!"
Shari jerked back, the clamps pulling and biting cruelly at her nipples. Grinding her teeth until they nearly cracked against one another, she felt her alit sputtering, pinching, getting ready to pop. Frank moved the wand up to her clit, giving her a double dose of the watery spray. Oh, oh, it was too much! She would surely die from the power of her climax.
"Yaghghghhhhhhh!"
Shari was beating her body against the cinder block wall, loving the hot, tight sensation that threatened to take over her whole body. Then suddenly, a jolting blast of cold water hit her cunt dead center, while the hot stream still blasted into her face. Shari felt her cunt clench like a fist. She could hear the wet slapping together of her cuntal walls as they clamped on nothingness.
"She's goin' wild, man. That's pretty fuckin' good, givin' 'er a shot of the cold shit!" Frank said, laughing as he saw the pain and frustration rising in the girl's face.
"Hubhrhrhhrhrhrrrrrr!"
Nearly climaxed, and these animals had torn her away from her orgasm. Shari couldn't believe how much her arousal had increased with that icy spray. The freezing water seemed to paralyze her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of each throb for seconds at a time.
When Doug moved the cold water up to her fits, then brought it back to her pussy, Shari screamed once more, twisting around, her fits pulling out from her chest as the clamps held her nipples tight. Then the water was back against her face. She fought with all her strength to grab short breaths, feeling she was about to choke. She could hear the boys laughing at her as she panted and gasped, her body jerking and moving against the stream. It didn't matter. Even her best friend's screams in the background didn't matter. All Shari wanted was to have the powerful streams stop.
"Ooooohhhhhh!"
But they kept on. She was going completely out of control now. Shari wanted to scream. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her. She opened her mouth again, but only a rush of air escaped.
"Ooooooffffff!"
She thought the room was going to crash in on her. Pitching forward again, the teen braced her forehead against the wall while forcing her knees to stiffen. No! No! She couldn't fall to the floor. Those dreadful clamps would tear her nipples right off. But how would she be able to keep standing when her climax was threatening to propel her to the ground?
"Man, she's gonna buy it. Take them clamps off and let's watch the fuckin' bitch do some fancy dancin'," Doug suggested, reaching up and putting his hands on the black handles.
Shari gasped with relief, feeling the biting teeth released from her nipples. She slumped forward, stiffening with the power of her climax. Another slip and the girl found herself on the floor, her body writhing, agonized by the cunty onslaught of her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to get control of her, body. The sound of the water drowned out the laughing and the curses that were assailing her.
"Oh God, God, Shari, what's going on over there?" Diane screamed, swinging her body, trying to get a better view.
"She's havin' one helluva time, baby. Too bad you ain't here to join the party," Doug called over her shoulder, spraying the jerking girl from head to toe.
He moved the water down to her knees, letting the spray barely touch her reddening hot cunt before bringing it back to her pussy. Shari screamed, arching her back while wallowing her shoulder blades against the floor. She beat the cement with the backs of her naked legs, wailing like a wild woman.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Shari felt the two streams blasting against the spasming ring of her asshole. She strangled on her sobs, her breath choked by the power of her cum. The bright room darkened around her. Shari clawed her fingers on the cement, trying to escape from the awesome power of her own climax.
"Man, you ain't goin' nowhere. You're gonna stay with us, bitch, 'til we've finished with you and your little friend over there."
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Doug put one booted foot over her forehead, shoving her back against the wall. Again, Shari clawed forward, her fingernails breaking against the hard cold surface. She felt her skin grow painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chilling water. The goosebumps around her nipples hurt, but it wasn't the pleasant tingling pain of arousal. The wrinkly aureoles tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt from compressing the firm flesh inside. The biting marks left by the clamps added to the pain. Shari reached the wall, still clawing to get away.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Doug and Frank pursued her, spraying her with the wands, sticking them dreadfully close to her pussy and asshole, then moving them away as her shouts became strangled. Shari had her back to the sprays now, her head lolling because of the powerful spasms of her climax. The wands forced water against her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. With a wail, Shari felt her arms suddenly weaken. She collapsed, sliding down to the floor. The wall in front of her darkened. Shari felt the whole world had crashed down around her and slipped into her cunt. The water stopped, and the girl fell into a sudden silence.
CHAPTER SIX
Shari felt a terrible pressure on her arms. She had yet to open her eyes, feeling herself slowly rising from the black fuzz of her unconsciousness to a kind of gray hazy aware state. She remembered having been clamped to the wall, her cunt exposed, her asshole and pussy violated by those wicked streams while she came and came and came in front of those horrid boys. Again, the girl felt her pussy clench down on nothing. It was then she realized she was roped to the ceiling as her friend Diane was. There was a terrible pulling sensation around her shoulders and upper arms, while the girl realized her toes weren't touching the floor.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"She's comin' to," Doug whispered.
"Yeah, she's gonna be hot, man, real hot by the time we get through with the cunt," Frank agreed.
"She's hot now, stupid! Man, any cunt who cums like that just by gettin' 'er cunt sprayed up's gonna be one wild fuck, you can bet on that."
Blinking her eyes open, Shari looked around, then up. She saw that cuffs had been slipped around her wrists and buckled tightly, the brown leather cutting into her flesh. Chains were attached to the cuffs, the links being stretched upward and fastened to some hooks in the overhead shadows.
"Shari!"
It was Diane! Oh God, they had changed her hanging position, having turned her upside down and attached her feet to the cuffs dangling from the ceiling. She tried jerking her torso up at times, her long brown hair sweeping over the floor. Red marks on her belly and ass told Shari the boys had been doing something to her friend.
"What happened to you? Oh, oh, it's terrible!" Shari gasped, working her fingers against the wrist cuffs.
"They ... they beat me after they tied me up like this. The blood's rushing to my head, making it hurt! Oh, Shari, it hurts me so!" Diane wailed.
"Shut the fuck up!" Doug growled.
He reached around, slapping the teen hard across the belly. Diane wailed, swinging like a pendulum from the ceiling while her hands dropped to the floor. Frank gagged her, stuffing a foul rag in her mouth, then attaching it with a rope wrapped around her head.
"Time for you, right? Here, it's somethin' Frank and I put together down here in the workshop." Doug produced a small leather riding crop and tapped it lightly against one hip.
Shari's eyes became round, focused on that tiny instrument of pain. Frank was behind her, holding her still while Doug approached her.
"Worked on your friend with this. You can see the results," Doug said proudly, jerking his head in the direction of the hanging Diane.
Shari looked once more at the red marks scarring her friend's white flesh. She gasped, feeling her heart start to pound hard all over again. What kind of animals were these boys? How on earth had Diane ever met them? They should have been locked away in some mental institution instead, they were wandering around free, tormenting her and her friend.
"Stop, please, stop! I won't tell anybody about this, just don't hurt me," Shari rattled, her mind reeling at the thought of being beaten by this animal.
"No use, baby. You're up here, and you're gonna take it just like your friend."
With that, Doug cocked his arm back, slashing the crop across her right cheekbone.
"Uhhfhfhhffff!"
The force of the blow snapped her head aside, forcing the girl to choke on a stifled scream. Shari whimpered, her legs drawing up as another blow slashed across her belly. The fiery pain shot up to her brain, then radiated down to her pussy. Shari felt her body swinging from left to right, the movement increasing the agonizing pull of the weight of her body against the chains. Her shoulders hurt her so while the cuffs slipped and chafed against her wrists.
"You ... you bastard! How can you do something like this to us? You don't even know us!" Shari screamed, tears rolling down her face.
"Because your friend was dumb enough to invite us. She thought she'd have herself a good time fuckin' around with us-you know, big guys, gonna plug her pussy with our cocks and make her feel good. She didn't know what we really dug," Frank sneered.
"Too bad, cunt. Now you're both gonna pay for that," Doug added, cocking his arm back once more for another blow.
"Yaghhghghghghhhhh!"
It was a true horror for the girl. No one bad ever touched her this way. Her mother hadn't even slapped her for being naughty as a little girl. And now these animals were whipping her. There was Doug, crashing that awful leather crop against her body. He slashed the crop down once more, making sure the leather sliced across the girl's left nipple. Shari thought she would faint again. The clamps had made her tit nubs oh, so very sensitive. And there he was, beating that instrument of pain against them, making her feel as if he were going to rip them off.
Doug changed his manner now, pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it to one side while working his sensuous lips. He didn't look like the youthful teenager he bad appeared to be earlier. There was a subtle change, something in his expression that turned him into an executioner. Shari shuddered in her bonds, watching as he cocked his arm back yet again and brought the crop down.
"Eaaghhghghghghhhh!"
It was against her belly once more, making her legs jerk up, then kick out.
"Man, this cunt's gettin' to me with all that Goddamned screamin'. Besides, the neighbors are gonna hear her. Let's gag the bitch," Doug said, nodding in the direction of a small cabinet to the right.
Frank moved over obediently, pulling the door around and rummaging about in the shelves. Shari sagged in her chains, grateful for the small respite. Her ease disappeared, however, when Frank pulled out what appeared to be a ball with leather straps and a black leather hood.
"This'll take care of you, baby. You ain't gonna be wailin' your ass off and calling the cops," Doug said, taking the ball from his buddy.
"No, don't ... oh don't!" Shari protested, jerking her head from left to right. It was her only freedom, the freedom to shout in pain after every beating blow. But now they were taking even this away from her. The girl screamed, twisting around, kicking her legs back and forth in scissor fashion as Doug shoved the ball deep into her mouth, drawing the leather straps around her ears and tying them together behind her skull. Shari chewed down on the latex, nearly gagging from the awful taste of the red gagging ball. She had to swallow several times to keep from choking on the spit gathering in pools behind that awful thing.
"This'll take care of the rest of it," Doug said, flopping the hood open, then slipping it over her head.
"Nooooooofffffff!"
Doug pulled the hood down, sliding it tightly over her skull and working it down until the bottom fringe brushed over her shoulders. The nose piece fitted hard against her nostrils, nearly choking the wind from her. Doug adjusted the hood, making sure the slitted eyepieces were even with the girl's eyes.
"Yeah, that's it, man. She's hot now. That leather hood stretches real nice over her fuckin' skull." Frank worked his fingers into her asscheeks, and twisted two of them into her shitter.
"Yaghghghfhhfhfffff!"
Shari screamed into the gagging ball, feeling the two digits worming their way into her asshole. She kicked her legs again, the hot, spicy feeling of those fingers sparking its way into her cunt. She felt herself bouncing on the chains, the resulting painful tug nearly popping her shoulders.
"Okay, baby now we start again. That's the way we should've started with her. Man, she looks natural that way-gagged and hooded."
"Uhhfbhfhfhfhfffff!"
Doug stared up at her, licking his lips. The twisting, gagged, bound body in front of him aroused the boy even more than before. He moved up to her, brushing the back of one hand up against her cunt. Then he grabbed at her pussy, twisting the hairs and her labes in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation shot through the girl like a heated knife. Shari jerked her knees up, crying through the ball, gasping for breath as the leather hood pressed hard against her nostrils. It was difficult inhaling even a small puff of air.
"Go for it, baby! Come on, go for it while I beat the fuckin' shit outta you!" Doug shouted, his face reddening with the words.
"Hey, man, I got me a hot ass back here," Frank shouted over her shoulders. "She's movin' her ass around real nice every time I stick my hand in her asshole."
"Go for it, buddy. She's gonna get fucked all the way around. She might as well know what it's like havin' somethin' up her shitter!"
"Yeah, real nice, real nice. Too bad you ain't here baby. You didn't like havin' somethin' up your shitter, did you?" Frank shouted to Diane, laughing at her as she watched in horror what was happening to her friend.
"Let her go! Let us go!" Diane pleaded, shaking her head, then covering her eyes in horror.
"Come on, baby, come on, go for it, cum with the whip the way, you came with the water," Doug taunted, rubbing the leather now up against her cunt.
Shari blinked twice, peering through the slits in the leather hood. Doug's eyes were half closed. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip. He was grinding his teeth together, staring at her the way a wolf stares at its prey. Shari felt as if she were going to die from fright. She was certain he would kill her-tear out her throat and leave her dismembered in front of her friend before turning the last of his fury on the helpless Diane.
"Nooooooofffff!"
Shari bit down on the ball, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would surely tear through her ribcage. Her elbows and shoulders were hurting worse and worse. A throbbing sensation took over her body as the girl dangled down toward the floor. The whip hissed back once more, striking her inner thighs, inches below her pussy. Shari chewed down on the bail, trying to keep herself from shouting and screaming.
Another blow, this one criss-crossing the first. Shari's thigh flesh was on fire from the dry smacking slaps. And there were more coming. Doug concentrated on her left thigh now, smacking the leather strands harder and harder until the tips were nearly touching the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Sparks exploded into her pussy, making her squeal into the rubber gagging ball. Her tits were bouncing from the impact again and again while Frank shoved a third finger up her asshole and jammed the offending digits up to the knuckles.
"Yahghghfhhfhffffff!"
"Man, I could fuck her ass right now-nice and tight and ready to have a dick," Frank said, rubbing his cock through his Levi's.
"Take your time, man. She's gonna be good, but I want this cunt yelpin' for cockmeat."
Doug slashed a broad X across her lower belly, making her knees jerk up and out again. She curled her back, trying to twist her ass away from the fucking fingers. Then quickly, Doug struck the crop just under her kneecap, starting to beat her lower leg again and again, until Shari was sobbing and crying into the ball. Her tears were staining the inside lining of the strangling hood.
"Yhhfhfhfhhfiiffffff!"
"Take it, bitch! Take the leather. It's what you fuckin' deserve!" Doug shouted, bringing the crop down hard across her tits once more, then moving around and signaling with a jerk of his head for Frank to back off. The young man did, yanking his fingers out. Doug brought the crop down hard across the girl's asscheeks, reddening the full, pliant cheeks quickly with crashing blows from the crop. Shari jerked and twitched as if someone had touched ha with a burning iron, her asscheeks jiggling against one another as the leather smacked over her buns again and again.
"Yaghfhfhfhhfffff!"
"Shit, my arm's gettin' fuckin' tired."
Shari thanked God he was getting tired. Her ass was on fire. The beating of that horrid whip had felt as if he were setting fire to her ass.
"Lemme have a hand on it, man. I wanna see that bitch bouncin' around too."
Shari shook her head, screaming through the ball as she watched helplessly. Frank took the crop and moved behind the teen. Again, the crop smacked down on her asscheeks, the leather creasing her flesh and leaving long red marks in her skin. Shari thought she would die. The stinging heat was growing worse and worse. The blazing agony in her ass radiated to her pussy, making more and more juice ooze from her cuntal mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Through the ball, Shari cried out for mercy. But she knew there would be no mercy here.
Frank beat farther up, hitting the flesh around her shoulders. The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. For a moment, Shari thought she had no skin left. They were going to flay her alive. With complete despair, she let herself dangle from the chains, her head falling back. Her asscrack opened wide.
Frank smiled, seeing his opportunity. With a terrifying overhead slashing stroke, be brought the crop down between her asscheeks, making sure the leather strips hit her asshole hard.
"Yaghhghghghghfhfffff !"
More stars popped in front of the girl. It was as if someone had rammed a burning branding iron up her asshole. She screamed and shouted, her cries escaping from around the gagging ball and echoing through the room. It felt as if he had taken a handful of her assguts and yanked them from her gut. She screamed again and again, her chest hurting from the effort of shouting out her pain. Another blow around her thighs sent a rush of juice escaping from her pussy, wetting down her blonde cuntal curls.
"Man, she's juicin' like crazy down here," Doug said, rubbing his fingers over her pussy. Shari liked that feel even though her ass burned more and more.
"Yeah, it's 'cause I'm heatin' up her assbud! Man, she's an ass person if I ever saw one. Bet she'll like gettin' ass-fucked!" Frank's voice was heavy with lust.
The big stud stopped the whip long enough to jab it into her shitter. Again, Shari yelped, her legs kicking out like those of a frog.
"Gimme that thing! Gonna fuck 'er with that mother."
Shari cried out the moment she felt the blunt instrument work into her pussy. She jerked her ass back to get away from it. The tip of the crop slipped roughly into her pussy whatever she tried, forcing the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her cunt muscles around the weapon almost dragged it from Doug's band. He laughed, twisting it around, fucking down into the girl's body. When it touched her cherry, however, Shari's rutting stopped. Panic took its place.
How could she tell him she was a virgin? How could she tell him she was cherry?
"Hey, man, ran into something down in here," Doug said, pulling the crop out and sticking two fingers into her cunt-hole. Shari grimaced, her pussy snugging up to the invading digits as they slipped down until the tips touched her cherry. Again, the girl tucked her ass back, clenching her asscheeks together as Doug felt her cherry.
"What's up?"
"You ain't gonna believe this, but this cunt's got a fuckin' cherry!"
Doug's face reflected the surprise he felt. Twisting his fingers around, he pushed the sensitive membrane in, rolling up his eyes and watching the young teen dangling above him shuddering on her chains.
"Gotta pop this mother, baby. And I'm gonna do it with this."
Shari looked down and saw him gripping the riding crop hard with both hands. She shook her head. No! no! that wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Her mother had told her how men and women took care of these matters in the marriage bed-not with broom handles or whips!
But apparently that wasn't going to happen with Doug He took the instrument and shoved it back into her cunt, screwing it around and around, shoving it down like some terrible spear. In a moment, Shari felt it rubbing up against her cherry. In another second, the girl felt an awful achy pain that rose quickly to a sharp level.
"Yaghfhfhfhhfhfhffff!"
Her face was a blur, her head jerking from shoulder to shoulder as the pain increased. There was a tearing sensation. And then... and then it was all over. Shari knew he had torn through her cherry. She let out a terrible shout, feeling the small tiny membrane ripping from its anchorage. He had fucked down all the way, and now he was sending the riding crop into her cunt, down where nothing had ever been before.
"Man, she's okay now," he said, pulling the stick from her cunt and wiping it against his trousers.
"Cherry! I didn't think kids were cherry any more after ten!" Frank shook his head.
"She won't have nothin' to worry about no more," Doug said, catching her chin in his hand and laughing up at bet. "Now it's smooth sailin' all the way, and we got one hell of a course plotted for you, bitch."
CHAPTER SEVEN
They had taken her down. Thank God in heaven! They had taken her down! The hood had been torn off, cast to one side, but Doug insisted they keep the gag in her. The ordeal was far from over, however. Dragging her half lifeless across the floor, the tops of her toes scraping over the cement floor, Doug and Frank took her to the other side of the room. She was babbling something about her cherry, sobbing because they had raped her so cruelly with that riding crop. The flutter in her cunt was still there, but muted by the horrible pain of the cherry popping.
"I've had it with this bitch, man. Gotta get off on her real bad," Doug said.
Shari felt herself bumping up against something. A work bench of some sort. There were greasy engine parts on it. Doug reached around and pulled some of them off, jamming her hard against the edge of the table.
"Offfffffff!"
"Get "er hands out there-come on, baby, they've been stretched out by the fuckin' chains. Remind me, we gotta get 'em down before my old man comes back tomorrow. He'll freak if he sees 'em hangin' down like that," Doug said to his buddy.
"Right now, man I'm so fuckin' hot from all that screwin' around back there, I could cum in my pants," he said, rubbing his crotch up against Shari's ass.
The girl groaned once more, chewing down on the gag as she felt the sexy, slippery rub of Frank's crotch against her asscheeks. They had spun her around and around, confused her, torn away any sense of modesty and self respect with all the beating and degradation they bad visited upon her. And now they bad torn her cherry away, getting ready to fuck her.
"Up on the fuckin' bench. Open them vises," Doug said to his buddy, pushing the girl onto the table and shoving her down. There were two large black iron vises on either side of the work bench. Frank muttered something about Doug getting all the good pussy, and pulled her arms apart, slipping her right wrist between the iron jaws of the first vise, then twisting the small lever around and around until Shari's hand was securely gripped.
Next came her left wrist, trapped in the other vise in the same way.
"Go get off on the girl over there," Doug said, opening his pants and pulling them down. Shari jerked her head up and saw his fat cock, the biggest thing she had ever seen, even in pictures. He was stripping, pulling off his boots while Frank edged up to the screaming Diane.
"You cherry too?" she heard Frank ask, an answer being a wail after a hard slapping sound.
"Now, for the good part."
Doug crawled onto the table, checking the vises, twisting the small levers a little more and laughing as the jaws nearly crushed the small bones in Shari's wrists. She struggled up against the table, feeling his cockhead rubbing fresh life into her pussy. In a moment, nothing more mattered. The beating, the humiliation, her friend's wild screams in the background-it was all part of some horrid game, a game she and Diane had willingly begun to play with these men. She could feel the heavy juices flowing once more from her cunt. Shari worked her thighs from side to side, feeling her pussy hot enough to wink wide, then close down on nothing. Every movement of her ass against the splintery wood coaxed more juice from her pussy to ooze out and wet her thighs.
Doug rolled his hips around, his cock pushing up against the top of her cuntal mound. It was heaven! A piece of heaven feeling that cock! Finally, after all the beating, after all the torment, she was going to be fucked!
Shari let out a gasp, spitting around the gagging balls, wishing she could tell him how much she loved this. He didn't have to worry, about her screaming any longer. There would only be gasps of pleasure, cries of wild delight.
"Uhthhfhfhf ... ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck me, stick that thing in me! I wanna cock! I wanna cock!"
As if be could read her mind, Doug pulled the gag from her, quickly unknotting the leather straps behind her skull and tearing the bail from her mouth. Shari responded by shouting out her delight, telling him bow much she wanted him to fuck her.
"Yeah, baby, knew that from the start. Man, you wanna big cock, and that's just what ol' Doug's got for you," he said with a grin.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
There were more slapping sounds from behind, followed by wailing cries of despair. Shari shivered. She knew her friend was being raped back there. Well, that was her problem.
She had started this madness in the first place. She could work her way out of it. Right now, Shari was only concerned with rocking her asscheeks from side to side, directing the fat, greasy end of his cock first against one cuntlip, then the other. The tiny pebble of her clit rolled about under the pressure, sending more streamers of heat racing to her brain and into her cunt.
Shari jerked her arms, feeling the jaws of those vises chafing her already sore flesh. He was sucking and biting at her neck, his teeth threatening to rip at her jugular. Every nipple, every bite sent shivers racing up her spine. For an instant, Shari imagined his teeth tearing her, biting deep into her flesh while he fucked her mindless.
"Oh, no, yes, yes, more, more! Get that cock in me!"
Shari rocked and rolled her thighs forward, sliding her greasy crack over his cockhead. Squirming, trying to slide onto the thick tower of cock muscle, her body couldn't move down all the way because of the vises. A low moan seeped from her throat. Shari needed that cock deep in her She needed to have that heat, that stiffness, that chugging sensation slipping back and forth her pussy.
"Oh!"
Doug moved up a little, centering his cock over her cunthole. She felt her hard nipples rubbing-up against hint, the nubs tingling as they scratched against his chest hairs. With a low moan, Shari felt his cockhead spreading her cuntlips finally, starting its slow entry.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
It was all the girl needed. When his wide, flaring cockhead was still shoving against the outside of her cunt, Shari had the steamy, belly-stretching tension starting up in her pussy. She moved her hips from side to side like a sifter, feeling the splinters pinching her ass and upper back deliciously. Tugging at the vise, loving the cold metallic sensation, she readied herself for what she knew would be the most evil fuck of her life.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Doug grunted, shoving forward and up. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his cock popped past the tense ring of her cuntal mound. Shari sighed, feeing for the first time a man's cock inside her. She felt her juices oozing out and around his fucking prick, wetting down the stud's balls.
It was so weird, so strange, having something inside her that way, nudging against her pussy walls, shoving aside her guts, demanding a response from her. The young teen gasped again, tensing her asscheeks and pushing up. It was the wildness of it all-the bondage, the big man rutting on top of her, calling her names, her friend Diane, screaming-everything conspired to make her oh, so hot.
"Yeah, baby, fuck it out," Doug said, flicking his tongue into her mouth and shoving it down, down, until it was nearly touching the back of her throat. Shari loved the feel of his cock resting in her. His cock-knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was making her inner cuntal nerves spark inside her. She contracted her pussy muscles milking lightly at the big stud. He groaned into a spit-slicked kiss, his hands pinching her thighs, then sliding down until they were cupping her asscheeks. She loved that rough touch. the sensation of his hands squeezing her asscheeks while his fingers were creasing her whip-scarred asscrack.
"Oh yes, yes!" Shari cried, tearing her mouth from his and gasping for air. "Fuck me, stick that thing into me and fuck me!"
"Goddamn slut! Knew you'd freak out on me once I stuck this mother in!"
Doug pulled himself up, sliding one hand from around her ass and up to her throat. He was choking her, his face dark with lust, his fingers closing around her windpipe while he fucked down deep. Shad struggled, her wrists tearing at the vise grips while those horrid fingers threatened to choke the air from her lungs. Then he released his hands, slapping her several times across the mouth to bring her around. She kept screaming hysterically, certain she was close to death, then screaming because her clit felt as if it were on fire.
"Uhhhfhhfhfhfhf!"
He was back on her mouth, kissing her, nearly drowning the girl with his saliva. Shad's tongue battled his, trying to communicate her desperate needs. She sucked and licked at the same time, drawing his lips into her mouth. She could feel the inner edges of each of his teeth. She speared the tip of her licking tongue into the soft, slippery tissues under his tongue, loving it when she heard him groaning back into her mouth with delight.
"Do it to me, oh yes, do it to me!" the girl cried, her eyes rolling back in her head.
The rising heat in her cunt was forcing the girl to jerk and twist up against him. She loved it, loved it all. When she arched her back a bit, Doug pulled his cock outward until the ridge around his prick tugged at her cuntal muscle. Shari cried out again, feeling her cunt swallowing up more and more cockmeat. It was heaven! The young teen fucked back, feeling her hipbones grinding against his, feeling the delicious sensations of pre-climactic spasms racing through her body.
"Go for it, bitch! Man, this cunt's goin' wild under my cock," Doug shouted, shaking the sweat off his face, then dropping his mouth back onto hers.
Shari forgot about her friend, about her mother. She swiveled, pressing her ass against the table while rubbing her belly against Doug's. The sweat was burning into the cuts made by the strokes from the riding crop. The salty sting added to her delight. She twisted and grunted, loving the joy-flashes sparking up from her clit. Fucking. That's what the world was about. There was nothing like it. A man and woman doing this, and doing it especially after what she and Doug had gone through.
Shari could hear herself sobbing now, the roaring of her pulse through her head drowning out everything except her cries and Doug's bestial grunts. She moved her thighs again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. Every bump of his cock against her pussy walls sent her higher and higher. The girl rutted hot and hard, feeling herself vibrating like a tightly drawn piano wire. She dripped sweat, the sliding of her belly against Doug's adding to the wild excitement.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Shari felt him all the way in her now, forcing his prick up, up, until she thought it would come out of her mouth. She jerked back, raising her ass from the work bench, moving it in broad circles so she could feel the sliding of his cockhead against her cuntal walls. The resulting itching, spasming sensation made her pant heavily. He was stirring that thing around in her, making her feel as if her insides were coining unglued.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Doug slipped his hands back around her asscheeks, digging his fingernails into the lush flesh. Shari felt her nerve endings standing up all over her body, the stripes of her whipping on fire with the dripping salt of her perspiration. The insides of her thighs tightened as they burned with her growing lust. Shari felt her body turning into a melting mass of molten lava as his cock chugged rapidly in and out, in and out of her cunt. She juggled and rocked against him, tugging at the vise grips still holding her wrists captive, wrapping her lithe legs around him and feeding her cuntmeat onto his prick. At the end, she held so tightly onto the big stud each time Doug drew back for a downstroke, he lifted her ass from the top of the workbench.
"Get ready for it, baby. It's gonna happen, and happen real big. Man, man, gonna pop your fuckin' head off with this cum!"
Doug's voice was harsh and broken. Shari gasped back, unable to say anything. Her cunt-mouth hurt from all the fucking friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst made her cuntjuice begin to dry. A wild fire began at the start of her fuckhole, gathering strength around her clit and scorching through her veins. This was it! This was her big moment. She felt her belly bulge with prick, pregnant with cockmeat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto his rock-hard bar of fuckmeat.
"Yagghhhghghghghhhh!"
And then Shari exploded, her mind shattering. Doug followed moments later, the heavy jolt of his jizz spattering against her cuntal walls seeming almost to knock her from the table.
"Go for it, you ... uhhhhhh!"
Doug dissolved into her, his jizz filling her up, then oozing like a white froth from around his hard, pumping prick. Shari screamed and jerked, pulling her. hands finally from the restraining vises with a giant tug. Her flesh was raw, but she cared little for what was happening to her. The girl threw her arms around Doug, holding him to her, hunching up against him, feeling the jizz burning into her convulsing cuntal walls like acid! Her muscles cramped again and again, the awful itchiness that followed each contraction reaching a pinpoint of excitement, then an achy relief as her pussy grabbed hold of Doug's shooting cock and damped down on it for all it was worth.
Shari came and came and came, oblivious to everything except her convulsing pussy. It was some time before she could stop moving, filling exhausted against the workbench. Doug braced both hands on either side of her narrow shoulders, pushing himself up off the girl. He shook the sweat-wet hair from his eyes, staring down at the prone girl. His cock was still inside her cunt, spasming, sending a few more drops of his spunk shooting into her pussy.
"Baby, I don't know where you came from, but it sure ain't this planet," Doug wheezed, now arching his hips up and beginning to pull his fuckrod from her pussy.
"No, fuck ... fuck ... cock!"
Shari was shameless, still rutting in front of the big stud, working her hips from side to side, rubbing her asscheeks against the workbench. It was good, so very, very good, feeling that prick slipping into her. But now it was drawing back! Shari grunted, clenching her cuntal muscles together, doing everything she could to keep his cock in.
"Nooooo!"
"Man, this bitch don't want me slidin' outta her," Doug said, twisting his head around and looking at his buddy.
Frank was still fucking Diane, the girl's mouth having been gagged earlier.
"Man, gonna ... uhhhhh, this bitch ... uhhhhhh!" Frank cried, holding the young brunette, now released from her bonds and sprawled on the floor like a dead body. Her legs bounced over his shoulders as he came violently in her. Above her own breathing, Shari could hear the sound of slaps with Diane's groans following. Frank was cursing at her, shouting and grunting while dumping his load hard into the girl's pussy. Shari twisted her hips up, trying to keep pace with the withdrawing cock. It was impossible. Doug pulled it out, reaching down and gripping his cockhead, then smearing his cum all over her still-convulsing labes.
"Yeah, baby, this is good, real good. But we're fuckin' through with the two of you now. Don't need no more pussy movin' around here for a while," Doug said, passing one hand over his forehead and wiping the sweat from his flesh. He slipped off the bench, standing a little unsteadily on his feet.
Shari raised her head, blinking her eyes clear. Her cunt was starting to slacken. She could feel the cum oozing from her fuckslot, wetting down the lower curves of her asscheeks. Reality began seeping in now, a horrid picture of what she had done and what she and her friend had, become under the excitement of the moment. They had turned into whores, desperate whores who enjoyed anything these boys threw at them!
Shari felt a wave of self-hatred sweep over her as she examined herself. There were those red marks everywhere-sure signs of the belting and whipping she'd received. And over the still pulsing delight in her cunt, there was the soreness of a torn cherry. She sat there like a stone, wishing there were some way she could leave her without having to look at the boys or talk with them. Diane groaned. Frank had just withdrawn and was fumbling around with his trousers, muttering and swearing because the legs seemed to have gotten tangled.
"Come on, baby, come on over here and help your friend," Doug said, zipping his Levi's up.
Shari began sliding off the bench, looking behind her at the two vises that bad trapped her wrists.
"But crawl. You ain't fit to walk. Get on your fuckin' hands and knees and crawl!"
Half-stupified still from the power of her own climax, Shari did as he commanded, getting on her hands and knees and starting to crawl over the cement to her friend like an animal. Her tits swung heavily from her upper chest, the nippled ends nearly touching the floor. She let her long blonde hair curtain her face, glad it was hiding the shame that reddened her cheeks. When she passed Doug she felt the toe of his boot kick her in the ribs, bruising her flesh and knocking her to the ground.
"Get up, get up, or I'm gonna kick your fuckin' skull in!"
Shari whimpered, scooting away, then scrambling back onto her hands and knees and moving more quickly toward the groaning brunette.
"Diane, are you all right? It's Shari," she whispered, shaking her friend lightly by the shoulders.
Diane roiled her eyes open, staring tearfully at her best friend.
"They raped me, just like they raped you and ... and they ... oh I'm so sorry, Shari," She said, stroking the back of her hand against the girl's flushed cheek. "I didn't know this was going to happen."
"I know, I know," Shari said evenly, seeing Diane hadn't had the same overwhelming sexual experience she had. Well, she would keep that a secret. Helping her friend to a sitting position, Shari looked at the boys, now busily removing the chains from the ceiling, barely paying attention to them now.
"It'll never happen again. I swear it," Diane said grimly, pushing the hair from her eyes.
Shari, at this point wasn't so sure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Told you I'd be callin' you back, cunt. Now, you gonna be ready for me tonight?"
Joan stood in the darkened hallway, twisting the black coiled plastic phone cord around her fingers while listening to Chuck's husky voice. Her heart was pounding while her pulse raced a mile a minute. Looking nervously into the living room, she wanted to make sure Shari wasn't nearby as she spoke to the stud.
"Don't. Please, don't come back here. I ... I never thought you would call," she stammered, feeling a warm, tingly glow starting between her legs. She ground her teeth together, not believing her weakness for this man. He was an animal, a savage who would, destroy her and 'her family if she weren't careful. And yet and yet she was wanting to see him. Part of her was bending toward him, listening to all his foul language and thrilling to it as he spoke over the phone.
"I don't give a fuck what you want. Now I'm gonna give an address. And you come there, understand? You get your ass over here pronto, or I'm gonna bust down the door and drag you out by your hair," Chuck threatened, his voice cracking into laughter after several moments. "'N you can guess what the fuck your neighbors are gonna say when they see that."
Joan held the receiver against her right ear, feeling the speaker grow damp against her flesh.
"I can't come now. My daughter's not feeling well and..."
"I don't give a fuck about your daughter. Take her to the fuckin' hospital 'n get your ass here now. I'm fuckin' horny and I've gotta get off. You're the best thing around for that," he said, laughing softly again into the receiver. "Now move it, bitch, or I'm comin' there to get you, understand?"
Joan was about to protest again. But the clicking sound followed by the dial tone told her he had rung off. Joan stood in the darkness a moment longer, her fingers clutching the phone tightly. Chuck. He wanted her tonight. And at his place. Joan had misgivings about going there. She hardly knew the man. He had been an intruder, a would-be thief who let his animal instincts get in the way of his professional ones. And now he wanted her there at his place to do God only knows what. But then she thought of the alternative-Chuck coming here, kicking down the door, dragging her out of the house in front of her screaming daughter and gawking neighbors.
Joan trembled, closing her eyes and putting the receiver back into the cradle. No, that was impossible to contemplate. She would go to his house in spite of her fears. Besides, that electric tingle up and down her thighs was getting worse with each moment. The thought of Chuck, of his darkly handsome face, of his hard-muscled body rubbing against hers made her pussy start to tighten and itch terribly. It was that swollen, near-liquid feeling she felt between her legs as she walked into the living room that was ruling her now. She wanted to be with Chuck to be his slave, to knuckle under to his orders and then be rewarded by the hardest fuck of her life!
"Was that anyone in particular, Mother?"
Shari lay half-reclined on the couch, idly flipping through a magazine while the television droned on in front of her. She had feigned illness for the past four days, staying home from school while carefully wearing long nightgowns to hide her whip marks.
"Oh, just Mrs. Dennis down the way. She wants me to take her shopping again tomorrow," Joan said, somehow managing to mask her growing nervousness. She would have to leave soon or Chuck would come hunting for her.
"Mother? I was wondering," Shari asked, turning her face up and closing her magazine. The girl felt a need to talk to someone about her ordeal, yet feared telling everything about what had happened to her. "You know, I'm just kinda curious about ... well, the things a man and a woman do together."
Joan blushed, reaching out and bracing herself against the back of the sofa. She was on her way to a hellish interlude, and her daughter wanted to talk about sex!
"This-this really isn't the time for it, Shari. I've got to go out for a while," Joan whispered, feeling the nipples of her tits rubbing itchily against her bra. "I'll be back later. If you're up, we'll talk," she concluded, her eyes darting up at the wall clock and seeing ten minutes had already gone by. She could just imagine Chuck at the front door, his meaty fists beating at the window.
"Out?"
"You'll be fine. I shouldn't be long," Joan said breathlessly, patting Shari on the head, then retreating quickly toward the front door. She couldn't stay long. Shari would be asking too many questions, and she might let something slip about her and Chuck.
"But mother, it's late and ... "
But Joan was already out of the door, drawing the pink sweater around her narrow shoulders and rushing for the car. Chuck lived three miles away. She could make it there in minutes, satisfying his need to have her at his home immediately.
Back in the house, Shari looked through the curtains, watching her mother back her car hurriedly out of the drive, then screech down the street. What on earth could be the matter with her? That phone call-was it really Mrs. Dennis? Shari pursed her lips thoughtfully, sinking to her knees on the chair and watching the red: tail lights disappear around the corner. Something was wrong. Something was bothering her mother. For a moment, Shari forgot about her own problems and concentrated on her mother's agitated manner lately. Her train of thought was interrupted by the jangling ring of the telephone.
"Mrs. Dennis?" she whispered out loud, brushing back her hair and padding bare-footed across the living room floor to the hall.
"Hey, baby. Glad you were the one to answer the phone," a husky voice said.
"Who is this?"
"Come on, baby. After everything we been through, you don't recognize my voice? Must be the fuckin' phone. It's Doug, Shari. Doug and Frank. And we want you to come on over and give us some more fun. You can leave that girlfriend of yours home. All she does is cry a lot. But you, baby, you move that ass real nice for me."
Shari nearly dropped the receiver to the floor, her knees knocking together wildly. Drawing her nightgown around her throat, the young girl shook her head, leaning heavily against the wall.
"No, I won't. I won't come there. I'm not some... some kind of whore you can call and ...
"Come on, baby," Doug said, his voice breaking with laughter. "You liked it. I mean, you really liked it. It was good for you. Now, you're gonna hustle your ass over to 126 Glendora Avenue. My old man's outta town again. Frank and me, we got plenty of shit here for you."
"I don't have a car. I can't ...
"Frank's gonna'come and getcha. Tell your old lady somethin'. And it better be good. 'Cause we're gonna get you over here one way or the other. Frank'll be there in about ten. Get it on, baby, get it on."
"No, stop it, 1 won't be here, I ...
The phone went dead. Shari hung up, looking wildly around her. Why had her mother gone? Why had she left her like this to contend with these savages! At, first, Shari thought about bolting, about running from the house to a neighbor's and asking for help.
But then another part of her told her to rush and change. Frank would be there in a few minutes, and she didn't want to keep him waiting. To her surprise, Shari found herself climbing the stairs, wondering what she was going to wear.
Three miles away, Joan had already arrived at Chuck's. He had been right. He had been waiting for her for some time. She could see that in his eyes as she passed him, clutching her black leather purse close to her body. She would try to reason with him. Joan felt she could talk to him, make him stop calling her, stop wanting to see her.
"Knew you'd be on time," Chuck said, pushing his fingers through his thick black hair. "You want this as much as I do, bitch."
"Stop calling me that name!" she cried, wrinkling her face up in anger. "I'm not a-a bitch. I never have been and never will be. I came here," she began, her voice growing calmer as she tried to organize her thoughts. "I came here to ask you to leave me alone. I don't want to see you again. What happened was a-a mistake. Please, try to understand. I've got a daughter to raise and ..."
"Man, you should of told me," Chuck said, striking his forehead with the palm of one hand as if hit by a revelation.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You could've brought her here. Man, a mother/daughter act. That'd be real cool. I could fuck the two of you at the same time, then watch the two of you make out in a kinda Lesbo act."
Joan trembled with fury and outrage. How dare he make those kinds of filthy suggestions! She turned around, wanting to march straight out the door. She started, but found Chuck blocking her path. She sighed, lowering her head and biting her lower lip.
"Please, let me go, please."
"After I told you I'm so fuckin' horny I could shit, and you think I'm gonna let you outta here? Baby, you're one heiluva dumb shit if you think that."
"Please ..."
"We're goin' downstairs. I got some real nice shit there for you-stuff that's gonna make you feel real hot and good."
"No!"
Joan stood there defiantly, tilting her chin up, staring right at him. Chuck laughed, knocking the purse from her hand with one move while grabbing hold of her right upper arm hard. His fingers made her wince.
"You're goin' with me ... now!"
Joan struggled against him, her feet slipping from her sandals as be dragged her through his living room, through the kitchen, up to a large black door, half-opened, next to the stove.
"Cunt!"
Grabbing her hair, he twisted the woman around, shoving her face down into one of the burners of the stove. The top plate rattled from the force of the blow. Joan could smell the gas, could feel the heat against the side of her face from the pilot light. She screamed, her ass dancing up in the air while her hands braced against the surface of the stove. Chuck rubbed her face up a little more, her nose pushing hard against the top grates, dislodging them, finally sending them thunking to the tiled floor.
"Wanna get that pretty face burned off?" he threatened, still pressing one cheek to the top panel covering the dual pilot lights.
"No, no, stop it!"
"Then you're gonna listen to me. Now, down the stairs!"
He jerked Joan off the stove, sending her crashing against the doorway. She pushed the hair from her eyes, rubbing the sore spot on her left cheek that had pressed against the hot portion of the stove. Barely able to shake the daze that bad settled over her earlier, Joan felt his hands again pressing against her shoulders.
"Down!"
He shoved her roughly forward, sending the woman pitching into the darkness.
"Aiyyyeeeeee!"
Losing her footing and balance, Joan pitched headlong into the darkness. She stretched out her arms, screaming while her toes banged against the wooden cellar steps. She felt her hands striking what appeared to be a wooden handrail. Clutching desperately at anything solid, Jean twisted around twice, her ass and hips banging hard against the side wall, then against the handrail. With a loud thud, she crashed down in a contorted position halfway down, her legs twisted under her ass, her right ankle throbbing terribly. Looking up, she could see Chuck silhouetted in the light, still standing at the head of the stairs.
"Have a problem, baby? You didn't strike me as the type to be clumsy."
"You..."
She could have spat at him. Instead, she found herself cowering back as he started coming down the steps toward her.
"No, no, don't touch me. Please, I'll get up," Joan rattled, grabbing hold of the handrail and hauling herself painfully from the steps.
"Aw, you don't wanna hurt yourself, do you? I mean, you're so delicate and all that shit," Chuck said, catching her once more around the shoulders and twisting her around. She gasped, the air leaving her lungs as he slammed her against the wall behind her. How her lower back ached! It felt as if he had broken her spine with the force of that shove. Backing away, still holding onto her upper arms, Chuck turned Joan around and threw her forward into the darkness once again.
"Aiyyeyyeeeeee!"
Joan's knees buckled as she fell forward, her hands flailing wildly at the darkness. Her body stuck the handrail, then the wall then the handrail again. Her dress tore somewhere on the way down, ripping halfway up to her waist while she continued falling through the darkness. Her knees finally struck something very solid. The basement floor. Joan thought they had broken. The pain shot up her legs and into her brain, making the woman gasp and cry out in agony.
"Trouble, baby?"
Joan finally came to rest in a crumpled heap at the foot of the cellar steps. She lay there, sprawled on the floor, her legs twisted around one another, her arms stretched out to either side of her body, while one cheek was pressed against the concrete. She was still falling in her brain. The woman tried pushing herself up from the floor, but fell back, sighing deeply.
"You know that ain't never gonna happen," Chuck said, climbing down the stairs. Joan withdrew into herself, wondering what new horrors he had planned for her.
"Gonna make sure you're my woman. You ain't never gonna be fit for no man after I get through with you."
He had her by the hair again, dragging her like a sack through the basement.
Joan cried out, kicking her feet, trying wildly to ease the pain in her scalp. She was terrified of the darkness, being dragged to her doom as the big man panted heavily, above her. They stopped suddenly, his hands leaving her hair. Joan rubbed the sore spots on her scalp, sobbing quietly as she felt him leaving her for the moment.
A light-dim and yellowish, but a light, nevertheless. She was able to look around her and see what appeared to be a kind of stone slab next to her. There were long black leather straps attached to each end. Chuck was coming back toward her, a gleam in his eyes while he rubbed his hands together anxiously.
"Get up, baby. Get up so I can strip you."
Joan pushed her bands to either side of her body, standing up unsteadily, and remaining as impassive as possible while Chuck pawed her body. But how could she be impassive? The more brutally he treated her, the hotter her cunt was becoming. She felt his fingers roughly unzip her dress, nearly tearing it from her body. She helped him, shrugging off the garment, then bending her arms back and unhitching her bra.
"The panties! Gotta see that hot pussy! Yeah, that hot cuntmeat I remember, baby. Practically burned off my Goddamned cock with that thing before!"
Joan skinned off her briefs, stepping from them carefully. The fall had injured her 'right ankle slightly. She stood there, arms thrown around her body, shivering in the cold dampness of the cellar.
"My playroom," he said, gesturing around him. "I built this for fun, and the two of, us are gonna-have some fun."
Chuck rubbed his hands over her buttocks, then slapped her asscheeks hard with both hands. Joan winced, the hot stinging sensations sparking into her clit.
"But you're gonna be mine first."
"What?"
"On the slab."
It was a stone slab that had been laid on a heavy workbench. Carefully, Joan slid onto it, her asscheeks breaking out immediately into goosebumps at the touch of the cold smooth stone. Someone had carefully worked on the rock, gouging and smoothing it so the center fitted a woman's body perfectly. It was almost like lying in a bed, except the surface was terribly cold and hard.
"Now, spread your legs. Yeah, just like that."
Chuck was at the foot of the slab, looping the leather straps around her ankles and tightening them, then moving to the head and drawing her right arm out to the side. Another strap was affixed around her wrist, Chuck doing the same thing to her left band. In a moment, Joan was bound to the rock like Prometheus, working her ass against the hard material while feeling her cunt start to juice and fire up
"That's good, real good. Bet you wanna know what's gonna happen next, right?"
He snickered, moving off into the shadows once morel. Joan followed him with her eyes, flinching when she heard the sounds of things rattling hollowly against one another. In a moment she saw him carrying what appeared to be a bowl and stand. There were several more attachments he went back for, the whole assembly looking finally like some sort of obscene charcoal grill.
"We'll get this thing going in a sec. Don't you worry your little head about that," Chuck said mockingly, lifting a heavy sack of coals and dumping them with a clatter into the black bowl. A small cloud of dust rose from the bowl, settling onto her legs. Chuck tossed the half-empty bag to one side, reaching down and pulling out a can of lighter fluid from under the grill-like. assembly.
"Oh!"
With a match, the coals burst into flame, the fires dancing up toward the ceiling, illuminating the basement in a hellish light.
"This is gonna be somethin' you're gonna carry around with you for a long time-right to the grave, I think," Chuck said, disappearing again and leaving Joan twisting in fear.
CHAPTER NINE
"No!"
"This is gonna be your last lover for a long time, baby This and my cock."
Chuck was holding an iron bar. It was nearly three feet in length and one inch wide. The handle appeared to be wrapped tightly with straps of black leather, although in the flickering light it was difficult for Joan to be sure. The tip was a grooved disc an inch thick. In a flash, the woman realized what was in store for her. Branding! That was what Chuck meant by her having a mark from him that would last her for the rest of her life. He was going to brand her!
"Noooooo!"
She shut her eyes, jerking her shoulders against the hard stone, wondering what kind of agony she would have to endure before he would finally let her go home. Chuck was holding the branding iron as if it were an extension of himself. A cock. A dildo. He was going to drive that awful thing up into her, up to the handle and kill her with it.
"Seen enough to make you happy, baby?"
That thing seemed to grow before her eyes. Time stood still for the terror-stricken woman. Joan felt alone on this tiny cold stone planet. Her only company was a monster that was going to stab her, dismember her, drill into her until she was consumed by some awful climax.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Man, I can tell you're hot!" Chuck hefted one tit with the rod, letting the cold iron slide over her flesh. "Your nipples are gettin' real thick and hard. Baby, you want it bad, real bad!"
"No, no ..."
Chuck lifted the iron, swinging it above her head purposely to terrify her. It whooshed, whipped through her shadows, nearly hit her head, then finally descended against her belly. Joan felt her belly flesh quiver and tighten at the touch of the cold iron. She rubbed the naked backs of her legs against the cold stone that was gradually warming to her body. Her asshole winked shut while her nipples hardened even more. Gooseflesh broke out all over her body, tightening the skin against her muscles and bones. And Chuck was there rubbing the iron over her pussy, letting the cold material slip into her cuntal crack, then finally touching her clit.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Joan screamed. But her cry wasn't from pain or terror alone. It was a combination of things-her senses being overloaded by so much stimulation. Chuck turned around, straightening the poker, then slipping the thing in several inches.
Joan jerked her ass up, puffing at her arms and legs while arching her spine like a bridge. He was fucking her with the iron, twisting it around, making sure it was slipping into her cunt-hole, then pushing it in deeper until she thought he was going to spear her body with it.
"Fuck it, baby! Fuck it like you fucked my cock. You want anything in there, so long as it takes care of your cunt, right bitch?"
"Uhhh! Uh! Huhhhhh!"
Joan was too ashamed, too hot to answer. She felt the horrible twisting thing aide in deeper and deeper, making her pant with horror and delight. There was something horrible and yet nastily delightful in being fucked so brutally by this hard, cold object. She drew her knees toward one another, but the straps kept her legs wide apart. Jerking at her arms, she felt more spasms race through her pussy. He was going to make her cum. He was going to make her climax right up against that rodding poker as he shot it up her cunt and speared her body.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Like havin' that? Harder than a dick? Man, one thing's for sure," Chuck said, smacking his lips together. "It ain't never gonna grow soft on you." He laughed as her body shook with lust. "A fuckin' machine. Somethin' good hot and hard that'll keep fuckin' you 'til you croak."
While he talked, Chuck moved the rod around so the disc raked her clit. She screamed, her fingers curling until the nails grooved her palms. He was making her cum. Oh yes, yes, he was purposely making her climax, moving that cold iron over and over her clit until Joan thought she saw stars exploding behind her fluttering eyelids.
"Noooooo!"
"Come on, baby, do it, cum! Good bitch, good! You're gonna make it with this fuckin' thing right in front of me," Chuck whispered.
He kept on rodding her, twisting the iron around and around, letting the iron touch all the hot, sensitive spots of her cunt. In a moment, Joan thought she would come unglued. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing harshly through her pitching body. And still Chuck kept fucking her with the iron, twisting it around and around, stimulating her popping clit.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Never thought it could be this good, eh, baby? Never thought you could cum with a fuckin' rod up your cunt?"
Chuck shoved the iron in a little deeper, feeling it meet resistance as it stabbed harshly against her convulsing cuntal walls. Joan groaned, arching her spine again, fighting and struggling against the stabbing iron. She felt a sharp pain. But at the same time, she felt the cramping delight of her cuntal muscles as they tightened and milked at the fucking iron. She pitched and rolled her thighs lewdly, her knees shaking, her shoulders, wallowing against the stone while more and more juice seeped from her fuckhole, lubing down the branding iron.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
"Want me to quit?"
Joan bit her lip, then opened her mouth, a cry of unspeakable delight escaping from between her lips.
"Oh no, please don't stop. Keep turning, keep fucking me with that thing," Joan confessed, her face reddening as more flashes of pleasure exploded from her clit.
The woman twisted, grunting and groaning while the thongs held her tightly to the stone. Chuck studied her with amusement, then slowly began withdrawing the juice-smeared rod from her pussy. Joan protested, shaking her head from side to side, begging him to keep that thing in her until she bad finished her climax.
"No, that's too easy," he muttered, pulling the rod completely from her pussy, then lifting it to his nose and sniffing the black iron. "Yeah, cunt juice. Plenty of it," he added, his thick lips curling into a sneer. "You came and came hard with this mother roddin" you. Baby, you're gonna go outta your fuckin' mind later on."
"Oh, oh!
Joan was rolling her head from side to side, feeling her cunt caught in a kind of suspended animation, constantly twitching and convulsing while Chuck stood there laughing down at her. Her thighs tightened. Lust bubbled from her pussy while the odor from her aroused cunt seemed to fill the room. She was an inferno, out of control. She had to have a man in her1 a cock in her belly. That rodding, the terror that had gone along with it, .had done things to her that made her scream and twist for more.
"Fuck, fuck!"
"I feel the same way," he said low in his throat, throwing the rod away.
Unbuckling his belt, Chuck slipped down his pants and climbed onto the stone slab, molding her heavy tits, flicking her nipples with his thumb nails until Joan screamed with frustration. She wanted his prick, his cock.
"Yes, mmmmmmmmmm!"
Chuck's touch was electrifying, touching off wonderfully sweet echoes in her cunt and clit. She could feel his prick now sliding over her thighs, inching toward her dripping cunt. Joan lay still, her body shaking as she waited for his fucking cock.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Her eyes closed, the cords sticking from her neck. It was wonderful. She could feel him easing in, separating her drenched cunt muscles, searching out her clit. He was taking his time, approaching her slowly, steadily. Each movement was an ecstasy to her, a driving wedge that set off fires, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. She held it back, not, wanting to lose the moment. But Chuck was doing it to her, forcing her to cum with each thrust.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
He was doing it now with a regular thrusting drive, his cock sawing in and out, his balls dragging agalnst the stone, then nestling up against her pussy. He was doing all the work, nudging her womb with his cockhead, then drawing back until only the flanges of his cocktip were tugging at her pussymeat. Joan was tossing her head from side to side, her eyes clenched shut, her tongue darting along her dry lower lip.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The woman felt her whole mouth turn to cotton. Her body was drenched in her own perspiration while her cuntal muscles moved and pulsed with delight. She wanted to cry out, but somehow she couldn't. There was only a husky panting that filled her throat, a panting that told Chuck everything be wanted to know about her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Joan felt her wrists and ankles burning as she strained her body forward, trying to rise up to take him. She wanted to suck his cock deep in her cunt. She bit her tongue, swallowing her spit as, the tension between her legs grew worse and worse.
"Gonna scald you with my jizz, you Goddamned bitch! When I get ... uhhhhhhhh ... through with you you're gonna remember ol' Chuck and his cock!"
She flung her hips up and down, beating her ass with a sloppy rhythm against the stone. Whimpering with frustration, Joan wanted to feel all of him, every inch of his cock buried in her cunt while he fired his load.
Drilling down into her body, Chuck seemed to be drilling down into her soul. The hard cold stone beneath her, bruising her body, added to the hot, delicious sparks singeing her cunt. In a moment, she knew Chuck was cumming. He bit down hard on her shoulders, breaking her skin while he shot his thick heavy load of jizz into her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhb!"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
His rhythm built more and more while his breath caught. Joan could feel the hot wet sensation of the spunk spattering against her cuntal walls. The burrowing, driving force of his fucking sent her off yet again, a powerful climax shattering her mind while the cum oozed freely from her fuck slot, messing down through her asscrack. In a moment, it was all over. Chuck climbed off, grunting, shaking the last drops of cum from his cockhead to the floor. Joan wished she could lick them off, taste them with her tongue.
"It was good. Real good, bitch. But it ain't over yet," Chuck said, hitching up his trousers and picking up the rod once more. "I kinda lost my cool. It was sniffin' your pussy that did it to me. Ain't gonna make that mistake no more."
"Ohhhhh!"
Joan bad half-hoped he would say something like that. There was a dark force in her that had yet to be satisfied. Even after that hard cum-even after the jizz had smashed through her itching pussy, satisfying her, there was still something left inside her that needed more.'
"And this mother's still got some business with you," Chuck added, hefting the iron once again.
Joan felt her heart stop. She couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred. But at the center of the mist was that branding iron that was going to change her life forever. That, Joan felt, was the only sure thing in this wildness that was about to engulf them both.
CHAPTER TEN
"Now, baby, when I fucked around with you before, I thought I could throw anything at you and you'd come around and throw it right back."
"No, that's not true!" she protested, feeling as if she were lying in her throat. "I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not!"
Chuck threw back his head and laughed. "You're just that kind of woman. And now we're gonna see just how far you can go."
Joan watched as he dropped the poker into the flames. Tugging futilely at the straps, Joan realized painfully her position. She let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, shaking wildly, jerking and twitching as if someone were stabbing her. Her cries flooded the basement. Chuck smiled, glad he had produced his reaction. Reaching down, he slapped her, open-handedly three times, finally bringing the screeching woman around.
"Ohhhbhh!"
Joan felt her flesh crawling with terror, and an unspeakable delight as the coals cracked and hissed in the bowl. The sparks rose, dancing and twisting together as they rose toward the ceiling. Chuck stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for the iron to heat. Cracking his knuckles before her, he glanced at her from time to time, licking his lips, then moving over to the bowl to see how things were going. His lips were now curling into a sadistic smile. Chuck grabbed the iron and stirred it around the bowl, the sound of iron against iron making Joan twist about in her bonds, perspiration dotting her wrinkled forehead.
"Yes, just about ready," he finally pronounced.
Joan stiffened, her body alive to every stimulus. She raised her bead from the stone slab, her eyes rounding as she saw that the shaft closest to the disc was white. The remainder had turned a dull gray.
"Oh no, no," she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball.
"You don't like this new cock? You were rutting like some Goddamned slut before, when I was fucking you with this thing."
"But ... but it wasn't hot ... not the way it is now," she stammered.
"That's true," he admitted, hefting the iron again, waving it through the air, then moving it up to the woman's startled eyes. Joan pushed back as much as she could, her heels digging into the stone. Her heart was beating wildly as Chuck examined the disc, then moved away from the big bowl.
"No, no, oh my Jesus ... no, don't ... don't do this thing!"
Joan's teeth chattered against one another while every square inch of her body felt alive. The sight of the rod so hot burned into her brain. She felt dizzy, faint with terror. Chuck smiled, lowering the iron until it was inches from her right thigh.
"Noooooo!"
Joan fought with the straps, her muscles ridging against her dampened slick flesh. The restraints creased her flesh as the iron dropped yet another inch. Chuck was carefully moving the iron about, an inch from her flesh. Joan stopped her wild thrashing, realizing one false move could send her body up to the burning iron.
"Uhhhhh!"
Chuck moved the rod down, down toward her pussy. For a moment, Joan thought he would ram it in her cunt as he had earlier. Only this time there would be the smell of gutted flesh. Instead, Chuck let the iron drift up a little, the heat making her cuntal mound quiver. She could feel the cum and juice drying under the heat while the rest of her body shivered in terror.
"Poor little cunt. All nervous," Chuck said mockingly, letting the disc burn down her frizzy cuntal cur1s.
Joan watched her blonde hairs blacken and curl down to her swollen flesh. The heat slipped into her fucksiot like a warm, licking tongue, making her clit stand up again. Chuck noticed her change in attitude and sighed with satisfaction.
"Now, for the tits."
He moved the disc up once more until it was above her right, nipple. Joan shrank badc1 tugging ~at the restraints, her eyes nearly crossing as she watched with horror.
"It's said that heat'll make those nubs even redder. Do you believe that, Joan?"
"No!"
"Well, let's see-just an experiment," Chuck muttered, dropping the disc against her right nipple.
At first, Joan only felt the pressure of the disc. Then there was a chilling sensation followed by a horrid, searing burning feeling that knifed into her brain. The woman screamed the cries of the damned, her voice shrilling past anything human as the burning poker singed her nipple. Joan arched her spine until it threatened to snap from the pressure, her shoulders beating the back of the stone slab. Never, never had she thought she would feel such burning agony. Chuck pulled the poker up from her nipple, looking down at the red, burned tit tip.
"Ain't bad. You'll survive."
Her screams stopped, her body sagging back to the slab. Twisting about, Joan sobbed out her pain, her lit feeling as if it were going to burn forever. Chuck threw the poker back into the bowl, sending more showers of sparks curling up toward the ceiling. The blonde worked her ass from side to side, fighting back the pain threatening to overwhelm her. Chuck reached down, stirring the poker around and around, impatiently waiting until the disc grew hot once more.
"No, no, don't ... don't touch me with that thing," she stammered. "Please, I'll do anything."
Her head was shaking, spasms racing up and down her spine. Her tits drew up, the brown tiny tips hard and glowing. Her belly tightened and spasmed, the eruptions tormenting her body rushing down to her cunt.
"Sure you will. After this thing brands you, you'll do anything. But I ain't gonna stop. You're gonna be mine, and the iron's gonna prove it."
Joan sobbed, shaking her head wildly, tugging at the restraints as she watched Chuck withdraw the poker once again and drop it toward her thighs. The hot iron was glowing between her thighs. Again, Chuck was careful not to touch her flesh or cunt yet, grinning hellishly as more of her cunt hairs shrivelled down to her pussy. Chuck was sliding the thing down toward the bottom junction of her cuntlips, watching as the woman froze, waiting for the killing touch.
"My Christ, no, you mustn't. You mustn't touch me with that ... aghghghhbghhhhh!"
The heat was baking her crotch, licking at her clit, making her groan while clenching her asscheeks together like two tightening fists. Even as she screamed and begged for mercy, Joan wandered what horrible painful delight the hot, hard poker would bring her.
Chuck dropped it two inches to the left of her pussy, letting the curved bottom end of the disc rest against her thigh. Joan screamed and screamed, her voice threatening to tear out her throat while her body jerked and twisted against the restraining bonds. At the same time, exploding over the massive spasm of pain, came the first contraction of her climax.
"Yghghghghghghhbhhhh!"
"You love it, you Goddamned bitch, you love it, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Joan admitted, screaming the answer through her teeth.
"Then take it!"
Chuck's hand trembled again, the disc dropping down toward her clit. The woman let out another howl, feeling the inferno curling into her cunt. It passed through her humid fuckhole, searching for and finding her clit. It was like a hot, sucking mouth. The heat of the iron knifed into her bloated fuckbud, fondling it, dragging it, spiking it until Joan thought she would surely lose her mind. And when Chuck touched her clit with the disc, quickly withdrawing it, Joan felt madness sweep over her. She was no longer a human being. She was something else, something transcending humanity while her clit came and came and came!
"Yaghghhghghhhhh!"
Even as she screamed and yammered, she wondered how she could stand such intense pleasure and not die from it.
"Take it, bitch!"
"Yes, yes, all of it!"
Chuck suddenly withdrew the iron. Joan felt stunned, shivering, wanting to reach for and embrace that glowing thing with her thighs. Chuck brandished the iron, holding it close to her face, then throwing it back into the bowl. The woman winced, hearing the metallic clink of the iron striking the sides.
"This is the time to fuck you now, baby. This is it!"
"Now! Yes now! I wanna cock! I wanna cock!" Joan screamed, while the big man untied her ankles.
She stared wild-eyed at him, her senses over whelming her as he climbed onto the stone slab and threw himself onto her body. His brutality, the way he slapped her, pinched her, knocked her thighs apart with his knees, everything about it thrilled her! Joan cried out, her arms aching, her shoulders throbbing while he centered his cockhead over her cunt. And then in a second be had buried his full eight inches into her cunt, thrilling her cit again with his huge fat cock.
"Yaghhfhfhhfhhhh!"
Joan jerked from side to side, spreading her thighs wider, jerking her ass up from the stone slab. She felt hatred and delight and pain all combine into a heady mix, sending her into wild spasms of delight. Chuck shoved down hard, his ass shaking while his ankles rubbed against the stone. Joan thought her back must be a mass of cuts as he slammed her again and again against the slab. He thrashed her with his body, his groin grinding against her cit. And then suddenly he reared up and tensed, filling her with his jizz.
"Yaghghhghfhhfhfffff!"
Joan climaxed again, this time her cunt squeezing down hard on his shooting cock. She thought of the iron, of the bonds, of everything he had done to her, and her cunt cinched down hard as each wad of spunk shot into her fuck hole. When he was finished, Chuck shook the sweat from his head, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders and pulling his cock from her slackening cunt. Joan was exhausted, a whimpering mass of abused flesh as she lay there, her arms still bound to the sides of the slab.
"Baby, this is only the beginnin', man. You and me, we're gonna meet again real soon and take care of this itch," he said, stumbling off the slab, then hefting his big balls with one band while scratching his cock provocatively with his other band.
"Oh God, God, what've I gotten into?" the woman groaned, thanking God that at least her daughter Shari bad been spared meeting this kind of man.
