It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattels and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Christine Lewis and her mother, Elena, two innocent women who are captured and led into a nightmare world of rape and violence.
RAPED MOTHER ON THE RACK is the story of women who find out what it is like to be treated like objects rather than people. It is a reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Christine Lewis stumbled back, one hand to her reddened cheek while tears rolled down her face. Shaking the long blonde hair from her face, she stared with disbelief at her towering uncle. He had never, never so much as touched her, and yet he had just now brought one hand down across her face, nearly shattering her jaw from the open-handed blow. What had she done? What could have motivated him to strike her with such force? He took a step toward her.
Shivering with terror the girl moved back behind the sofa, her long slender fingers digging into the soft material.
"Wh-wh-why did you hit me?" she finally sobbed out, wrinkling her forehead while wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"I told you never, never to go down into that room," Uncle Dave said, pointing with one finger at the half-opened door to one side of the stove.
Christine drew one hand over her face again, giving her uncle a look of bewilderment. She had only opened the door. It was true that curiosity had made her want to go downstairs, even when her uncle had told her never to. But hitting her? What was down there? Gold?
"You disobeyed me," he said, his face darkening while his bushy black eyebrows drew together. "I don't like that, Christine. You'll have to pay for that."
Christine didn't like the tone of his voice or the meaning of his words. Things were going crazy. Her mother had made such a mistake, such a terrible mistake in handing her over to Uncle Dave for care while she was in the hospital.
"No, please! Oh, don't hurt me anymore!" she begged, her scalp crinkling with terror. "I promise I won't disobey you anymore."
"You've got to be taught a lesson," he said, seeming to relish the idea.
Christine instinctively shuddered at the thought of Dave "teaching" her anything. Something told the teenaged blonde to run, to rush from the room and look for help in the streets. Looking around her, Christine saw a small statue balanced on the edge of the fireplace behind her. Perhaps she could grab it, defend herself with it, and....
"And you're going to have some fun with my lessons. Little slut, you've wanted to get fucked for a long time, haven't you?"
"Wh-wh-what?"
Christine blinked, looking at him. It was as if the kindly man she knew formerly had turned into some kind of monster. His smile was a sneer now, dots of perspiration appearing on his forehead. He was such a handsome man-tall, bearded, muscular, with eyes that seemed to continually laugh when she walked into the room. But now those eyes only had a menacing look, a look that made the girl shiver again.
"Fucking, Christine. You know what that is. I've seen you looking at my crotch ever since you've come here. Your mother was crazy to let me take care of you. She should've guessed I'd want to be fucking my dead brother's daughter when I could."
"No, no. that's not right! You can't be serious!" the teenager wailed, covering her eyes in horror.
It was as if everything she had known to this point was a dreadful lie. Christine stepped back until she felt her ass touching the fireplace. Uncle Dave was moving forward quickly, one hand shooting out and grabbing her by the wrist. He twisted her arm around and down, causing a shooting pain.
"Ahhhh! Stop! Oh God, someone, anyone, help me, help me!"
Dave was pressing the back of her wrist against her spine. He kept holding the arm against her body, rotating the wrist around until Christine thought he would break her arm. She felt her knees buckling, her body sliding down against the sofa to the floor. At this point Christine was very aware of Dave's thick-muscled body, of his cock-bulge very close to her face. When her knees touched the floor, Dave stepped forward a little more, pressing his crotch up against her right cheek. Christine felt something very hot, very hard rubbing up against her face. His prick! Yes, his cock, that long thick thing men had to stick into women after they were married. Only this time Christine had a feeling her uncle was going to stick it in her. She moaned a little, pulling her face from his crotch.
"Yeah, a girl like you, you've probably been spreading your legs for the jocks in school since you've been in junior high," Uncle Dave sneered.
"No ... uhhh ... no, that's not true! I've never done anything like that!" Christine wailed, her face a mask of pain. "Mama was too strict with me."
Dave paused, cocking his head to one side and shrugging.
"Maybe you're tellin' the truth. I'll find that out later. Doesn't matter anyway. I'm gonna fuck you, one way or the other."
"No, no, don't!"
Raped by her own uncle! The thought made her head spin. Christine had heard of cases of incest, of child abuse, of relatives fucking one another. But never, never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would be a victim of it.
Dave yanked her up from the floor, shoving her roughly against the back of the couch, then slapping her hard against the back of her head. Christine wailed, her hands flying out in front of her as the blow rattled her brains.
"Fuck-pig! You're in heat, and you want to get fucked by any man, even your uncle!"
"No, no, no!"
The words were terrible, making her blush furiously. He was up behind her now, his hands encircling her tiny waist while his crotch humped against her ass. She could feel his cock-bulge through her dress, through her panties. His hands were crawling up from her belly, gathering the blue cotton material of her dress, tearing at it, then finally sliding up until his fingers were kneading her tits. Christine felt dirty, shamed beyond belief. When she felt his lips against the back of her neck, rubbing up over her flesh, Christine shuddered again.
"You wanted to know so much about what I do down there? Been here two days and already nosing around. Okay, you'll find out."
Savagely he twisted her around, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and yanking back. He planted his lips hard against her mouth, sticking his tongue down her throat until the girl thought it would surely reach her belly. He was French kissing her, grabbing hold of her asscheeks at the same time and squeezing them together hard through her dress. Christine moaned into the hot spitty kiss, feeling her blood start to race around wildly. Everything was so confused in her mind now as her uncle started tearing her clothing from her body while still tonguing her. "No! Nooofffffff!"
Christine felt her dress tear from her shoulders, the material loosening around her hips. She struggled, twisting helplessly in her uncle's hard grip. But his fingers were too strong, too demanding. He held her upper arms so hard bruises appeared on her creamy flesh. Her feet slipped from her shoes, kicking wildly at the big man. Dave laughed, lifting her from the floor, then pitching her back over the sofa. Christine screamed, her legs rolling over her head as she slid over the cushions and crumped to a heap on the floor, nearly hitting the glass-covered coffee table. In the fall, the girl had ripped open her bra. Now her tits were naked, the pink buds growing hard with excitement. Dave leaned against the back of the sofa, licking his lips like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. Christine scooted back on her ass.
This couldn't be happening. Even as her silken panties were coming down over her narrow hips as she dragged her body back over the carpeting, the girl couldn't really believe this was happening to her.
"Uncle Dave, please ... please lemme go home again," she begged.
Dave laughed, springing over the back of the couch like an athlete.
Lifting her easily from the floor like a feather he stood her up, shoving her against the wall, then slipping one hand around her throat. Christine felt the fingers squeezing her windpipe. Again she screamed, beating her weak fists against her uncle's broad chest while kicking at him with her bare toes.
"Gonna gag you."
Christine kept on struggling, kicking at her uncle until another open-handed slap at her temple stunned her. Christine felt herself slumping. But this time Dave grabbed her, sliding her nearly naked body over his right shoulder and walking into the kitchen. Christine's head lolled, her eyes rolling as he descended the forbidden stairs. She saw the handrail, the dark passage down which they descended. There was a growing damp smell that invaded her nostrils.
"For the time being, we'll put you here."
It was dark, very dark in the corner of the basement Dave had stepped to. Only one light illuminated the immediate area around them. He dumped her onto what appeared to be a filthy sleeping bag. Christine immediately drew her knees up, throwing her arms around her tits to protect them from his gaze. Dave sniggered at her modesty, rubbing his crotch, then looking around for some rope. Christine thought about kicking him there between the legs, then scrambling naked up the stairs for help.
"Don't think you're gonna try somethin' and get away. Who's going to help you when you're runnin' outside like that?"
Dave jammed a filthy rag in her mouth, slapping her hard once more when she tried to scoot away from him. The girl lay there, horrified by what had happened. It was when she felt her uncle's eyes nearly penetrating her she realized he was ogling her nipples.
Drawing her knees together, the blonde teenager thought of what her uncle had said about fucking-about how he was going to stick his thing into her! Lying here on the sleeping bag, all Christine could think of was the weight of his body pressing against hers, the sensation of his thing penetrating her like a giant spike, and then the inevitable pain her mother had told her about hundreds of times. Clenching her asscheeks together, the girl moved back, sniffing back the tears, hoping against hope her uncle would relent and let her go.
"You're too much, Christine. You've probably fucked a hundred boys before, and now you're pretending like this is your first time!"
"It is!" she cried, pulling the gag from her mouth and once more trying to escape.
Uncle Dave caught her by the hair, dragging her back to the floor and cuffing her hard across the chin. Christine's head snapped back, the force of his slap spinning her body around and sending the teenager crashing back to the sack. He struck her again, this time across the forehead, then backhanded his fist over her cheeks. It was the beating of her life, Christine gurgled, trying to fight back. But wherever she turned she found herself running into those flying fists.
Again the girl felt that awful tasting rag being stuffed in her mouth, this time forcibly secured with the belt from Uncle Dave's pants. She felt the leather cinched around her skull, the buckle biting into the back of her head. With a groan, Christine sank back onto the crumpled sleeping bag, feeling the life drain from her.
"Now, gonna see just how much of a bitch you are."
What was he talking about? She watched as her uncle drew a cigarette from his pocket, tapped it against his left wrist, then slipped it between his sensuous lips. Never, no never did he take those dark eyes from her, opening a pack of matches and striking one. The hissing sound startled Christine into consciousness. She watched the yellowish flame dance teasingly, illuminating her uncle's face in a hellish, frightening way. The fire slipped back, igniting the cigarette, then died quickly from a breath snorted by Dave.
"I never knew too many women who didn't eventually come over to the way I like things. Oh, they fight it," he said with a shrug. "But when push comes to shove, they all come around to Dave's way."
Dave's way? She watched with increasing horror as her uncle took several puffs of his cigarette, blowing smoke around the girl's face. Christine never liked the smell of cigarette smoke and coughed at the acrid aroma. Dave took another puff, then dumped the ashes on her left thigh. The girl let out a startled cry, jerking her leg back.
He slapped her across the belly, putting one hand around her throat and shoving her to the floor. Christine wanted to get up and run for her life no matter what he did to her to get her back. But sheer terror numbed her. Paralyzed with fear, the young teenager panted heavily while Dave stared at her sweat-sheened body.
"Uhhhhfffff!"
Christine cringed away. The heat of the cigarette grew slowly. It was reddening the flesh of her right inner thigh when it was still inches away from the flesh. Curling her fingers, Christine dug her long nails, into her skin. He was going to burn her and there was nothing she could do.
Raising her head a few inches from the cement floor, Christine saw her uncle toying with the cigarette, rolling it between his fingers, drawing it up to her knees, then down to her ankles. When she groaned, he let ashes drop from the thing onto her flesh. When she tried drawing her knees protectively together Dave only slapped them apart, muttering something about her being a whore. It was when the line of pain moved toward her cunt that the girl became really terrified. He was touching her flesh with the cigarette now, watching as the flesh quivered at the hot, burning touch. Christine cinched her eyes shut, biting down on the salty rag.
There it was, that whispering crackle, that sound that let her know he was burning her cunt hair. She could hear the hairs protecting her pussy starting to singe with the heat. Oh, God, God, how she wanted to die. How she wanted to pass out and just let her uncle do with her as he would. But something kept her conscious as Dave continued tormenting her.
The pain was horrible. The heat was like a knife slowly pulling the flesh from her body. Again Christine drew her knees together to keep him from hurting her. Dave let her have her fantasy of protection, moving his cigarette down toward her clit. She nearly fainted, feeling the tears flowing from her eyes and streaking her flushed cheeks. Her uncle moved the cigarette to her left nipple, pressing it squarely against her tit tip. That was too much. Christine shrieked, jerking back and down, striking her uncle's offending hand and knocking the cigarette from his fingers.
"Bad mistake, bitch!"
He shoved her down hard once again, taking her by the knees and rolling her over onto her belly. Christine tried getting up. But Dave was on top of her now, his knees pressing hard against the backs of her thighs. She felt his hands pawing her, touching her in places he shouldn't. Her uncle, her own uncle was kneading her ass through her nylon panties!
"Uhhhhh!"
And then he was slapping her ass, beating his fingers across her asscheeks, making them jiggle against one another and her briefs. Christine's large, high-riding tits pillowed against her chest as she squirmed uncomfortably against the sleeping bag. His knees hurt her terribly while his beating hands made her ass sting.
What was that snap? What was that sound? I was a metallic clicking, so very close to her right ear. Carefully Christine raised her head, rolling her eyes to the right and staring at what appeared to be a knife! It was-a blade of at least five inches in length! Dave laughed softly, pressing the blade against her cheek and rocking it from side to side. Christine shuddered.
Dave brought the knife around, making a slicing movement with it between her jutting bare shoulder blades. Christine's flesh puckered into goose pimples, her toes curling while another muffled groan escaped from the gagging rag.
"Told you I was going to fuck you-but not before I make you appreciate a man's prick-a real man's prick. When I get through with you, Christine, you're going to beg for this."
CHAPTER TWO
Christine wanted to hurt him-hurt him the way he had been hurting and terrifying her. But there was no way she could break free from this awkward position and get at her uncle. He was running the tip of his blade along her hips now, pricking her asscheeks through the nylon panties, then tearing her briefs with the sharpened end. Time and time again, the girl thought he was going to cut her flesh. But always Dave only teased her, telling her terrible things, then backing away from doing them at the last moment.
She tried rocking her body in vain attempts to free herself from the painful weight and the teasing, sharp cold blade. When he brought the knife up against her asscrack, cutting through the blue nylon material of her briefs and touching her shit hole with the blade, Christine thought her sphincter would fail. She let out a sharp little fart, rewarded for that indiscretion by a sharp slap across the ass.
"If anybody's gonna fart in a face, it's gonna be me-right in your mouth."
Christine gagged at the thought. More tearing, more cutting. Her briefs were being sliced from her body. Soon only shreds hung from the elastic band clinging to her waist.
"Now, you try that again and I'm gonna cut you another asshole, understand?"
Christine nodded her head briskly up and down.
"Get that ass up-come on, get up that fuckin' butt-now!" he shouted.
To emphasize his point, Dave looped one arm around her hips, tugging her up until her ass jiggled high in the air while her cheek pressed against the soft material of the sleeping bag. The quivering in her sphincter once again made the smooth white ass globes move, forcing them to tighten, relax, then tighten again. It was a movement that excited Dave more and more. It had been a long time since he'd had a girl this young, this tender. And it had been a girl he'd wanted for some time now. "Uh!"
"Yeah, get that ass up a little higher now. Up, up all the way," he said, his breathing becoming more and more labored.
Christine wanted to sink from sight. She was rutting like this, feeling her cunt growing warm and tight under her uncle's gaze. She knew he was staring at her, growing hot, wanting her. And that knowledge was making her feel swarmy down there between her legs.
Oh, it was wrong, so very wrong. Her mother had told her that many times. But kneeling there like this naked, half-stunned from the quick violent turn of events in her life, Christine could only let herself become carried away by the warmth glowing in her pussy.
"Uhhhhh!"
Christine tensed, her body jerking slightly as she felt the tip of the knife draw across one asscheek, following the broad outer curve before turning in and tracing its way toward her shit-ter. Christine tensed once more, drawing her elbows in against her body while clawing her face gently with her fingernails.
Christine was chewing on the rag again. He was touching the wrinkled gray-pink flesh of her shitter with the knife, pricking it, threatening to cut it with the blade. When the girl tried moving away from the pain, Dave caught her by the hair with one hand, pulling her back roughly. She let out another cry, raising her ass in the air once more as he had told her to. She felt the wet, sticky line of her pussycrack exposed. It was awful!
"Uhhhhhhhfffffff!"
Christine could feel her cunt sucking in air, opening and closing in flutter-like convulsions. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made her feel the icy fingers of terror closing around her heart. She chewed down on the rag even more, closing her eyes, praying again that she would pass out.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He had moved the blade now to her pussy, laying it flat against her cunt and rocking it down so the point touched the bottom junction of her pussylips. Christine at first thought she could control her reaction, concentrating only on the terror and pain. But something else was happening, something that made her pant with an emotion other than terror. Her pulse raced while her cunt clamped down on the offending knife. Oh, and how those little cuts made her pussy catch on fire! The constant oozing of her cuntal juice across and into those tiny cuts was like acid rubbed into wounds.
Her head still throbbed from all the beating she had had to endure. And now she was trying to cope with her uncle's sadistic play. The thought that he might hurt her more, might actually cut into her pussy made her cuntal fluids ooze that much more. She thought she should be feeling nothing but shame and fear. And instead she was moving her hips from side to side sexily, feeling the blade rubbing up against her cuntlips and wishing it were something else-her uncle's cock, that big thing he kept telling her about, that prick that was going to rip out her cherry and fuck all the way into her pussy!
Uncle David dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a white line down to the tip of her cuntal mouth. He was pricking her clit once more, touching it, making the girl growl and twist her ass up as if she were begging for more of the pain. The buzzing, spinning flashes that were making her dizzy increased until Christine thought she would fall over. She found herself shoving her ass back at the big man, a spasm in her pussy blowing out a fart of overheated air.
"Christ! You're so damned hot you can't keep nothin' inside you. And you're trying to tell me you haven't done this before?"
He slapped her ass, his fingers leaving long red marks on her white jiggling flesh. Christine cried out again, groaning under the spanking, hating the knife that was threatening to carve out her cunt.
"Uhhhhhffffff!"
Now he was poking the knife at her asshole. Christine gasped with the shock, feeling the pricking stabs forcing the rubbery ring of her shitter inward. Dave was panting more heavily now, jacking his cock after having unzipped his trousers and pulled out his ten incher. He began poking the tip of the knife into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then back into her asshole.
He was cutting into her just barely, and how those cuts felt like small fires in her flesh. Her cuntal zone blazed with heat and the stinging pain.
Dave dropped the knife with a clatter, wrapping his fingers around her hipbones and jerking himself forward. She could feel the blind stabs of his prick against her pussy now.
"Bitch pig! You can't have enough of this, can you? Now you're gonna have a real man, a fuckin' stud roddin' you," Dave panted.
Christine bit down on the rag gagging her mouth. She couldn't tell him this was the first time. She couldn't tell him to go slowly because her cherry was still there. He wouldn't believe her anyway until he finally came up to the small, rigid membrane. Dave was clawing her hips, leaving long red marks on her flesh while jabbing his prickhead against her cunt. Christine grunted like a stuck pig, the salty drop of pre-cum on the fat head of his cock setting her clit on fire.
Dave leaned forward and finally fucked his thick cock into her pussy. "Mmmmmfffffff!"
Christine jerked as if someone had struck her across the face. How strange it was having something inside her, something stretching her pussy, making her feel as if her body were coming apart. She felt the small cuntal muscles spasming itchily, clamping down on the invading prick, milking it in while more hot juice oozed from her pussy and wet down his cock. Dave stopped, shaking the sweat from his face while caressing her ass.
"Good pussy, good cunt! Man, after all this, sure is good feelin' a hot wet pussy up against my prick! Christine, you're gonna walk bow-legged for a week after I get through fuckin' you."
Christine felt him draw back a little then shove forward, burying more of his prickmeat into her. Now the young girl felt her uncle touching her cherry with his cockhead. She screamed through the gag, clawing at the sleeping bag below her. No, no, it couldn't be happening!
"Man, you were tellin' the truth," Dave panted, his eyebrows arched in surprise. "Don't matter, though. Gonna fuck you whether you've got that cherry or not. Ain't popped a virgin for a long time anyway."
Dave drew back until the meaty head of his cock was nearly pulled from her pussy. Christine felt the obscene tugging, felt her cuntal muscles cinching down itchily, achingly around the withdrawing prick. Then she realized her situation-the humiliation, the pain, the outrage he was causing her. The girl shook her head like a mare in rut, tucking her ass under, feeling nothing but delicious, tantalizing desire raking through her clit like a wildfire.
"Fuck it out, baby, 'cause I'm gonna pop that ol' cherry of yours!"
Christine felt his fucker sliding through her cunt hole like a runaway freight train. The cockhead smashed against her cherry, distending it, tearing it from its hold. The young girl felt a raging ache explode in her gut, the agony taking her breath away. She let out a muffled howl. Dave held onto her tightly, grunting with the effort while driving his stiff cockmeat into her fuck-hole.
Christine screamed and wept, feeling her uncle's cock tunnel through her pussy, reaching depths in her cunt she had only dreamed about. Finally he had fucked down all the way, rubbing his groin up against her ass. He was in her, all ten inches of his prick! The girl spread her knees, letting her ass drop a few inches as she tried catching her breath.
"No sag ass around here, bitch! Get that fuckin' butt up all the way. I'm gonna drive my cock in till you choke on it!"
Christine sobbed bitterly, shaking her head from left to right. She had been fucked, been raped so brutally-and by her uncle! And what was so incredibly terrible was that she was starting to enjoy it! Kneeling there, her legs spread widely apart, Christine was starting to like the sensation of that big fat piece of cockmeat spreading her cunt apart, scratching all those delicious itchy aches throbbing deep in her pussy!
"Yeah, good and hot, baby! You were real tight with that fuckin' cherry but ... uhhhhhh ... think you're startin' to loosen up a bit."
Christine wanted to drop into a hole and hide from this horrible man. Uncle Dave pulled back again, slapping her ass hard, then fucking in until he knocked the wind from her once more. Christine" bore down to ease his fucking entry. Her cuntal walls hurt even more now than when he had broken her cherry. Uncle Dave leaned forward, putting his big hands on her hips. The long, thick cock slipped into her fuck-hole like a greased finger now, teasing her nerve endings, making her pant for more. The heavy flow of her juices made her pussy slippery for the invading cock. Dave liked that sensation, rocking his hips from left to right, stirring his prick around in her cunt. Christine groaned back, biting down on the rag, grunting while she felt his prickhead banging up against her womb.
Oh, it was so savagely good! She wanted it all, and yet wanted to kill the man doing this to her. Two sets of feelings tore at her mind, ripped at her conscience as she endured her uncle's savage fucking.
"Man, oh man! Christ, you're so damned hot you're gonna burn off my prick!" Dave laughed, shaking more sweat from his face.
Letting go of her hips, he shifted his grip to her tits. His fingernails dug into her nipples and flailed at them. Christine felt an aching heat bursting in her tits, sending signals of more lust into her cunt.
He had torn away her childhood, had shattered everything she had held sacred in a matter of seconds. And he was laughing at her, hitting her, telling her she deserved this kind of horrid treatment.
"Come on, baby, back it up, back it up onto me! Yeahhhh, that's it," Dave said, a weak smile crossing his lips as he closed his eyes and sighed. "Gimme that good cunt! Yeah, that's the way to fuck a man!"
Christine felt herself going out of control. How she hated Dave. But how she hated herself.
The dog-like position made her feel degraded beyond words. The worst part was the response from her own body. She found she was actually enjoying the pain and the insults he was hurling at her. The more he degraded her, the more she was loving it! What kind of person had she become? He was on her like a dog fucking his bitch in an alley. And she let him do it. Any decent girl would have begged him to kill her. Instead she was silently begging her uncle for more cock, for more fucking. She hunched back against him harder, the full length of his cock fucked up her cunt hole and stretching into her belly.
"Noooooffffff!"
Christine tried to stop the awful chain of chilling thoughts in her head. But nothing could prevent her from relishing the chilly heat singeing her clit and making her want more of his cockmeat. Yes, more, fucking, more cock in her cunt hole! Dave twisted his fingers around her nipples harder, squeezing them until she was crying at the awful throbbing pain. He bit at the back of her neck, fucking down and forward so hard he nearly knocked her flat on the wrinkled sleeping bag.
The teeth clamping on her nape made the teenager snap her head back. She raised herself up higher with her arm, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. She had to feel that odd, hot hard release now. She knew what it was. She knew that having it with her uncle was wrong. But there was no way she could escape it.
"Yeah, that's it, Christine. Come on, baby, come on and go for it! You're gonna cum hard, and cum hard with me. And that's just the start!"
She heard her uncle's belly slapping loudly against her ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cock bush against her. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a corresponding nerve ending to stimulate. Oh, that itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt was driving her crazy. She had to have release, that climax she had heard about when she was learning about fucking in sex education class.
"Come on, baby, I wanna hear you scream for it." Dave reached down and yanked the gag from her mouth, throwing the spit-soaked rag onto the floor.
Christine obliged him by cursing and slavering, rolling her ass like a whore in heat. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She forced the big-tipped tits against his hands.
"Unnnnhhhh ... fuck, fuck!" she gasped.
There! She had said it, had sunk to her uncle's low level. She growled like an animal, a low harsh noise that tore at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her pussy was going to explode. Oh yes, yes, yes, and how she hated that excitement about to blow her to pieces. She tried holding off, feeling that blast furnace of heat in her pussy grow and grow.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she cried.
Her cunt felt hard, as hard as her uncle's prickshaft. Grinding her teeth, Christine felt her cunt about to explode. Then she felt his cock thicken, the pounding beat of his fuck-thrusts quickening. She readied herself. Dave shouted, then let loose with a lava-like blast of cum, flooding her cunt. It was happening! He was shooting his cum-load in her pussy.
The first jolt of her own climax shattered her. The terrifying impact of her cum tore outward from her pussy. Christine felt it in her nipples, her fingers, her toes. After each shivering pulse of her cunt walls, the ripples left an echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next blast. Christine sobbed, knowing that the spurting gut-spraying cockshaft was attached to her uncle.
Oh, how her cunt had betrayed her! Her pussy was milking more cum from his swinging balls as she came and came and came.
CHAPTER THREE
Her uncle had left Christine a panting, rutting animal, tears still running doWh her cheeks while her cunt opened and closed, winking shut tightly on his cum-shooting prick. Dave kept his prick in the young girl, pinching her nipples, biting her neck while she continued to cum. Christine had thrown away any semblance of modesty while her ass bobbed and pitched, rubbing up against her uncle's firm belly.
Now Christine lay on the sleeping bag, more ashamed than ever. Dave had pulled his cockmeat from her cunt hole, rubbing his prickhead against her bare ass before slipping his cock into his trousers and zipping up. Gathering the filthy material up against her face, Christine kept hoping this would be over. He had had his fun. He had humiliated her. He had fucked her, torn away her cherry, beaten her into submission. Now, maybe he would let her go back to her room where she could sob out her shame in private.
"This was only the beginning," Dave growled, shattering her hopes. "Get up."
Christine struggled to her feet, swaying from side to side. Again she drew her elbows into her body, covering her cunt with her fingers while trying to hide her nipples from her uncle. Dave laughed at this ridiculous show of modesty. Grabbing her by the elbow, he tugged at her, dragging her across the room. Although the space wasn't lit, Christine was aware of many devices in the shadows, machines, she thought, that would have made her scream if she could have seen them better.
"Here. Stand here."
Obediently, Christine did as she was told, sneaking a peek at the stairs and wishing she could be quick enough to bolt up the steps and away from her sadistic uncle. "Oh!"
A flash of light blinded the young teenager. Jerking one hand up, Christine shaded her eyes, squinting in Dave's direction. He had switched on an overhead bulb, illuminating the area directly around his niece.
When her eyes became accustomed to the light, the girl looked around, her eyes rounding when she saw a huge wooden wheel approximately six feet in diameter in front of her. It was mounted on a triangular wooden platform and stood approximately one foot from the floor. Christina guessed it could be rotated much like a wheel. What was particularly ominous were four leather straps spaced nearly equally along the circumference of the device. This, she guessed, would be her next test of endurance.
"Over here, Christine. Step up to the wheel. It's something I thought of some time ago ... just after your father died, as a matter of face. You can see here," he continued as she walked toward him as if in a trance, "I've had some use for this."
He was pointing at the straps. Indeed, Christine could see two of them were fairly well-worn, indications that others had preceded her. "Turn around."
Again she did as she was told, flinching as her ass pressed against the cold smooth wood. Looking up, she saw where the surface had been rubbed smooth along the leather restraints, more signs of the struggles other women had been through while obeying her uncle's sick commands.
"Now spread your arms up ... that's right, just like that," he said.
Christine raised her arms until her wrists were nearly touching the thongs. Dave looped the small bands of black leather around her wrists, cinching them so tight the girl winced.
"Just for your own protection," Dave said, kicking over a crate and hefting the girl up until her feet were on the splintery wood.
He finished tightening the thongs, then took one leg and drew it out from her body until it was touching the lower right restraint. Dave bound her legs in the same fashion he had bound her arms until Christine was spread like a big broad X across the surface of the wooden wheel.
"Uhhhh! Oh, Uncle Dave, what are you doing? What are you going to do with me?" Christine wailed, feeling the weight of her body pulling against her wrists.
"The wheel moves. I guess you've figured that one out already. I've had some fun with practice-a kind of target practice, you might say."
"Target...?"
That's what this thing had reminded her of! A target, something at which to shoot arrows or throw knives. He was going to use her as some kind of human target, terrify her, then kill her finally with ... Christine's mind whirled as she thought of all the horrid possibilities. What kind of maniac was her uncle? He had tortured her and raped her, and now he was going to kill her in this horrible fasion! The girl screamed, jerking her head forward, pulling at the restraints until the leather chafed her flesh badly. Dave watched her, laughing at her shrill cries that bounced off the gray cinderblock basement walls. The more hysterical she became, the more aroused her uncle grew until his cock was tenting up the front of his Levi's once more.
"This'll calm you down."
Walking over to the wheel, ignoring his neice's wild cries for mercy, he went behind the device and dropped his hand to a small black engine. Switching it on, he stepped back and watched as the wheel groaned into movement. "No! No! No!"
Christine could feel the vibrations against her body as the wheel began to move in a clockwise fashion. Her balance was off. She felt her head tipping down toward the floor while her legs rose toward the ceiling. Her hair fell across her face while her body sagged downward, tugging at the thongs. In a moment she was upside down, her tits slapping her gently against her chin. Then in another second she was back on her feet, her hair fanning around her slender shoulders. Christine shook her head, feeling a little dizzy as she began her trip once more. Her tits swung out heavily, rubbing against her chest while her ass beat softly against the wheel's surface.
She had made several revolutions when she blinked hard at what she saw in front of her. Uncle Dave had produced several knives like the one he had used against her pussy. He was sharpening them against one another while watching her turn around and around on that huge wheel. Suddenly the girl remembered acts she had seen at the circus-a young woman voluntarily riding a wheel like hers while professional threw knives at her. Her uncle was going to do the same thing. But he was no performer! And Christine certainly knew she was no show volunteer.
"Wh-what are you going to ... uhhh!"
She was upside down again, her tits beating against her chin while her body weight tugged at her ankles. Christine let out a cry, watching her uncle still stare at her, licking his lips as he had earlier before he'd fucked her.
"I used to be good at this," he said with a sharp laugh, putting down three knives and walking forward until he was about fifteen feet from the wheel. Dave was watching her spin on the device, measuring her speed before cocking his right arm back and snapping it forward.
"No!"
Christine let out a shout, straining at her bonds, feeling her heart skip a beat while her pulse rushed. She was parallel to the floor on her right side when a dull thud shook the wheel to her left. The knife had entered the wood some eleven inches from her side. Christine jerked her head up, staring at the blade quivering in the wheel.
She screamed, feeling as if she would lose her mind. And there was her uncle with a second knife!
"Not bad. But I think I can get it a little closer," he said thoughtfully.
"No! No! Uncle Dave, you'll kill me. Please, don't do this! I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck me again! Please, noooooo!"
He let the second blade fly through the air, watching as it cut into the wood inches from Christine's head. The teenager saw it coming and screamed the cry of the damned, certain the knife would split her head in two. When she opened her eyes again she was back upside down, looking over to one side where she nearly had to cross her eyes to stare at the blade. She shuddered, seeing how close she had been to death.
"Now the third...."
"No more! Oh, God in heaven, no more!"
Dave laughed again, cocking his arm again and taking careful aim. Christine could see he was aiming at her belly or cunt. She couldn't tell which. She was getting dizzy being whirled around and around on that spinning wheel. She shook her head again, banging it against the wood in terror as the blade flew from her uncle's hand.
"Uhhhhh!"
For a second the girl thought the knife had entered her body, that shock was the only thing preventing her from feeling it tear through her flesh. Then Christine realized that once more her uncle had purposely avoided piercing her body with the blade. But something ... something was touching her cunt. Moving her head up once she was upright again, the girl looked down and saw the black wooden handle rubbing up against her cunt. She could rub her pussy against it! Uncle Dave had thrown the thing that close, so close he had nearly skewered her pussy with the blade!
"No! No!" she screamed out again, he face a mask of concentrated terror while she tugged wildly at the restraints.
Dave laughed more loudly, stepping up to her with the last knife and holding it out to her face. She saw him turn around and around-or so it seemed as her body rotated with the wheel.
"You don't like playing my little game, Christine? You sure liked getting my prick in you, ridin' it till you came," Dave taunted.
"No, no, don't! Oh please, this is ... is different! Please don't hurt me anymore!"
Dave threw back his head and laughed, pushing the knife forward until the pointy end was touching her belly. It left a long white groove along her flesh, a groove that made Christine let out a sharp cry.
"One more," he said. He stepped back until he was about fifteen feet from her once again.
Christine bit her lips in horror, watching as his thick-muscled arm cocked back, then snapped forward, sending the dreaded missile toward her. Christine saw it coming in slow motion, the blade picking up the overhead light and shining as it sizzled through the air toward her cunt. It was going to cut her!
Just at that point Christine realized to her shame that the terror had spiced her clit, making the tiny organ twitch and pop in a mini orgasm while juice oozed once more through her cunt slot. Cumming and cut at the same time!
"Aghghghghhhh!"
She had been wrong! Once more her Uncle Dave had proved himself to be a more accurate aim that she would have dreamed. The last blade had entered the wood right next to the one touching her cunt. Now the girl had two handles to rub against, two things nearly entering her cunt. And there she was stretched on the wheel, feeling her pussy climaxing while her uncle watched!
"Still in heat, eh, baby? Still want something in your cunt?"
Dave watched for a few more moments as his niece contorted her body against the rotating wheel. When Christine thought she would faint from the excitement racing through her cunt, her uncle stopped the wheel, reaching up and taking her wrists from the thongs. Looking down through heavy-lidded eyes, Christine saw the cock-bulge in his trousers and knew she was going to endure another fucking. Another fucking!
"Fucked. That's a word you like a lot, isn't it, Christine? You just lost your fuckin' cherry, and now you can't spread your legs fast enough for me, right?"
She wasn't going to respond to his question even though she knew he was right. She was burning for her uncle, actually wanting him as much as she wanted air to breathe! His hands were all over her as he hoisted the girl from the wheel and dragged her away. Christine moved like a zombie.
He raised her hands until they were high over her head. What was it now? Another wheel? More bondage? More torture before she would feel his prick in her again? "Ohhhhhh!"
They were iron rings or something. In the darkness, Christine was unsure. But Dave certainly knew what he was doing. He slipped her hands through the iron, lowering the chains to tie her wrists to the loops more easily. Already the leather was burning her flesh, skin that had been badly chafed already. Then Dave pulled the chains tight once more, careful so as not to raise her body from the floor ... yet.
"Now I've got something you're going to enjoy sitting on-something that's even better than my cock. It's not going to get soft just when you want to have something good and rock-hard in you."
There was more rattling around before he returned with ... oh God, it was some kind of pole, the top of which was shaped like a man's prick. A large square piece of wood at the bottom acted as a stand. He pushed it in front of her, producing a small jar of Vaseline and smearing the top of the prick-like thing with grease.
"Now up and over."
Dave pulled on the chains, lifting her slightly from the floor. Christine groaned, throwing her head back, feeling the weight of her body pull once more against her sore, aching shoulders. She strained upward, her fingers curling against the iron rings. With one foot, Dave pulled the dildo over until it was neatly positioned under her cunt. Then Uncle Dave lowered Christine until the thing was pushing into her pussy. "Uhhhhh!"
Christine tensed, knotting the muscles in her arms, trying to climb the chains as she felt the smooth tip pushing her outer cunt labes open. Her legs kicked out like those of a frog, the move making her body swing from side to side like a pendulum. Her nipples were growing so stiff and hard and dark as the fat prickhead fucked steadily into her cunt. Dave was lowering her, lowering her onto that awful thing until it was fucking deep in her pussy. Christine bawled and screamed, snapping her head from side to side. She tried kicking and fighting back at that thing. But any kind of move was making the penetration that much more painful. It occurred to the girl finally that she might tear herself apart with her own crazy moves. With a groan of resignation, Christine stopped her twisting and squirming, concentrating on the filled feeling radiating through her cunt.
"Smart gal. Better just accept it and enjoy. But you've got a lot to enjoy down there," Dave said, rubbing his fingers over her ass.
She felt him touching her pussy, sliding his greasy fingers up and down around the stretched-thin labes of her pussy. It felt good, real good having her uncle touching her down there. Oh, why hadn't he fucked her, himself? Why had he had to use this thing to stretch her pussy until it threatened to tear right in half?
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
When Dave finally released the chain, Christine found herself standing. She was not quite on tiptoe, poising herself to keep the fat dildo from entering her cunt all the way.
"Now, that's real pretty-I dig havin' women on there, their legs spread out, their arms tied up overhead that way while they're bouncin' on that dildo, fuckin' themselves. That's what you want to do, right Christine? You wanna fuck yourself till you cum three times tonight? Maybe four or five times? Shit, I had a woman on there once who kept cummin' till she passed out the next day."
"No! No! I don't want this! Oh, Uncle Dave, please take me off this horrible thing! Please!" But there was something that wasn't quite so right in her voice, something that belied the girl's frantic pleas. She was starting to like having that thing inside her pussy, stretching her itchy cuntal walls apart.
Letting out a moan of resignation, the young woman began experimenting, moving her body around, feeling the rounded head of that thing nudging her cuntal walls. Dave watched with growing interest as his niece began twisting her body more regularly around on that dildo. In a moment the teen found out her uncle had been right about how nice it was for a woman, having that thing inside her cunt. She was starting to feel warm down there-warm and pleasantly stretched. Closing her eyes, Christine thought of her uncle, of the way he had fucked her after having torn away her cherry.
She started moving her body up and down, tensing her toes, fucking herself on the dildo while twisting her body from left to right to add to the rubbing friction. Her cuntal muscles began squeezing down hard, milking at the inanimate cock while she rose and fell like a merry-go-round horse. It was just when her breathing became labored that her uncle put both hands on her shoulders, pushing her down.
"Aghghghhhhh!"
A shock of pain raced through her. He was forcing that thing all the way in her cunt while pushing her down toward the floor. Christine struggled up against him, stiffening her legs, pushing back up. But he was too strong.
"Bitch! Fucking like that! I'll give you fucking," he growled, pushing the teenager down toward the floor once more.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No! Aghghhghghh!"
Christine thought for a moment that fake cock would surely pierce her and would finally come out her mouth! Then Dave relaxed his grip, letting his niece come up from her squatting position.
"Oh, oh, ooowwwwwwww!"
"You like having that thing fucking you all the way? I was just trying to help you, Christine," he said, barely hiding his excitement at having hurt her.
He wiped his lips with the back of one hand, reaching out with the other and tugging on the chain. Christine felt her body rising again, her feet leaving the floor while her cunt slipped away from the dildo.
"Ohhhhh...."
She was almost going to miss having that thing pushing through her, into her cunt, making her clit feel so good. She felt her cuntlips squeeze together, the tiny muscles spasming itchily as she swayed over the dildo.
Dave kicked the instrument away, lowering his niece back to the floor. It was difficult for Christine to stand as he dropped the chains. She had been so used to being roped or bound to an object that to stand of her own free will seemed unnatural.
"This way, bitch."
Her hands had been unbound from the chains. Christine stumbled forward, pushing the hair from her eyes as she regained her balance. Dave led her to her final shame for the evening-a small rubber pad stretched on the floor, with various lengths of chains lying all around. "On your knees."
Immediately the girl sank to the floor, keeping her hands back behind her as instructed. It was bizarre. The whole thing was like something out of some horrible fuck book! Uncle Dave was breathing more heavily now as he slipped a dog collar around his niece's neck, tightening it so hard she thought she would choke. But Christine again knew not to make so much as a protesting sound. She knelt there, keeping her head down as the big stud took one chain and hooked it to the right side of her collar.
"Now, for the other."
Uncle Dave did the same to the left end, making sure the chains were taut enough to keep her head about six inches from the surface of the foam mat. Christine tried jerking her head up to see just how far she could move it. The chains rattled, keeping her head down toward the floor. She was trapped once more, bound by the chains and leather while her uncle moved behind her and slipped a pair of cuffs onto her wrists.
"You ain't gonna go nowhere now, baby. This is fan-fuckin'-tastic! You sure look good tied down on the floor," he said, reaching around and pinching her nipples.
Christine jerked back, her body stopped by the chains tugging on her dog collar. The choking sensation that resulted made the girl think twice about moving so violently in the future.
"Now, for some back door fun."
"What?"
"Fuckin' ass. Queers do it all the time. I like butt-fuckin' women. Kinda puts 'em in their place, you know? After you've been fucked back there by a real man, baby, you're not gonna be so damned bitchy when a guy asks you to go to bed, you know?"
"No, no, not there! Oh God!" Again Christine tried jerking up on the chains, her neck snapping from the force. The girl had to relent, keeping her head down. The collar was choking the wind from her once more as she struggled on the mat. "No!"
She listened to something behind her. There was the soft rubbing sound of material sliding over flesh. He was stripping, pulling down his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles while walking around behind her and kneeling down. Christine whimpered more loudly when she felt his fingers tickling the sensitive area around her shitter. His fingernails were lightly touching her wrinkled ass pucker. And then ... and then he jabbed two fingers into her asshole, the digits having still kept their grease from that smearing of the dildo.
"Yaghghghhhghhhh!"
He was fucking her back there with his hand, jabbing his fingers into her asshole, then stabbing yet another finger in until three of them were stretching her ass ring wide. The girl lurched forward, her eyes blinded by tears of pain and shame. Dave laughed cruelly, twisting his fingers around in her ass.
"It's gonna be good, real good havin' my cock up there! It's gonna make you shoot right up off this fuckin' floor by the time I rod you in the ass!"
"No! Noooooo!"
This time Christine didn't care how much the chains were choking her. She pulled and yanked, twisting her body, feeling the collar cinch down hard around her throat. The chains rattled madly while she twisted her wrists in the cuffs. Anything, anything was worth getting free from this! Dave was going to fuck her back there! Oh yes, yes, she could tell. He was lifting her ass now, cupping the full-fleshed buns in both hands while tucking his knees under. Any moment now Christine knew he was going to fuck her ass!
"Oh God, God in heaven-no, please!"
Dave gripped her thighs. There was a moment's hesitation, a second when she felt his prickhead stabbing up against her ass buns. Then there was that piercing pain, the sensation that he had taken one of those dreadful knives from the wheel and stuck it into her asshole! But no. No! That was his cock, his fat prick piercing her, splitting her in two. She let out a scream, and then shrieked more loudly until the girl was certain anyone outside could hear her cries of wild agony.
He was going to kill her with that big cock of his! Oh, it was a thousand times worse than having his fucker in her pussy! She pulled again at the chains, her arms hurting from all the pressure, her muscles throbbing while her body swayed. Uncle Dave's fingers were leaving long red marks on her thighs while he moved his knees up a little more. He was splitting her ass in two, watching with rounded, excited eyes as his fat fucker disappeared inch by meaty inch into her stretched asshole. There were times when Christine's asscheeks trembled, jiggling against one another as the girl screamed and groaned from the pain. Dave slapped her at those times with both hands, reddening the ass flesh and making the young blonde teenager squeal even more loudly.
"Gotta relax. Just like when I was fuckin' you before. The more you relax, the more you're gonna enjoy this."
"Uhhh ... enjoy?"
He had to be out of his mind! No woman in her right mind could possibly enjoy having her ass fucked this way. But perhaps her uncle was right. Maybe if she did try to relax the pain would decrease. Christine concentrated, trying to bring her reeling mind under some sort or control.
"That's it, baby. You're gonna ... ohhhh yeah, you're openin' up for your old uncle. That's the way it should be-tight, but not impossible! Yeahhhh ... you're a good fuck, a good fuck back there," he sighed.
Christine felt as if he were talking to a horse, a dumb pet. Well, in a sense that was exactly what she had become-his toy.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Dave leaned forward again, fucking more of his cockmeat into her. Like a huge hard lump of shit, the cock jammed her asshole. Before Christine could even think about what was happening, the prickhead was well inside her ass guts, stretching the lining to the tearing point, tunneling its way up to her belly.
"God! Oh God, no, no, no!"
"Man, ain't no God's gonna help you here. Better just sit on my prick and enjoy, Christine. God only knows, that's the one thing you like doing."
"Uhhhhhh!"
The muscles in her ass felt as if they were tearing from the wild stretching. And what was worse, that searing pain, that stretching agony was doing something to her pussy. All the terror, all the humiliation had made her cunt hot once more.
"Man, oh man!" Dave shook the sweat from his face, fucking more cockmeat into her asshole.
Christine felt the obscene slickness of his foreskin peeling back. She consciously tried easing the tight grip of her ass on the big cockrod. Dave let go of her hips. She felt his fingers crawling up her flat belly, reaching up to her tit. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward his hairy belly while letting out another groan. She was starting to enjoy this horror. Oh, God in heaven, it was true! She was starting to like the feeling of his cockmeat in her ass.
"Yeah, move that butt, baby! Come on, swing it around for me! You dig havin' somethin' that good in you, don't you? You like having a man's prick in you one way or the other, right?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
Shamefully, Christine found herself admitting these terrible things to her uncle. She kept her head down, pressing her forehead against the mat while the chains rattled madly against her ears. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, the slow intrusion of the hard prick hurting her terribly. Maybe if she showed him how well her cunt could wrap around his cock he would fuck her there. Oh, it would feel so good having that cock in her pussy instead of fucking into her ass!
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Dave was pinching her ass again, slapping her hard with his opened palms. That prick was splitting her wide open, the fat cockhead sending shocks of pain through her guts. But the agony was delightful in a strange way. Her clit was starting to sputter again, juice seeping from the velvety lining of her cunt. The pain had turned into something more. It was a sensation that was new to her, a sensation she had never felt before until this day. But it was something Christine knew she would want again and again. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Now both his hands covered her nipples. He twisted her nipples, pinching them, crushing them until the girl yowled. Christine thought the tips of her tits would be gushing blood all over his fingers any moment.
"Owwwwwww!"
Dave was drawing back, tugging his fucker from her shitter while still keeping up the pressure of his hands on her nipples. Christine loved and hated the feeling, jerking around, tugging on the restraints, twisting her wrists in the cuffs while panting heavily.
The girl couldn't even sob now. She bit her lip, pushing her ass toward him. She was looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her shit chute.
Dave paused for a moment before fucking back in. Christine let out another cry, feeling her pussy go into tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring of his foreskin massaged the sensitive nerves of her asshole like a small mouth. It felt like a kiss around her asshole.
"No!"
Christine felt herself completely torn, both in her ass and in her mind. She wrestled her tits against her hands, feeling the pain from her nipples driving more heat into her clit. The round, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly as if they were looking for more prickmeat.
"Rutting little bitch."
Dave reached farther forward and gripped the chains, tugging at them, laughing as he jerked his niece's head violently from one side to the other. With that, fucked more inches of his cockmeat into her shitter.
"Yaghghghhhghghhh!"
Christine thought he had shoved a baseball bat into her shitter! Dave was fucked in her all the way now! She could feel the rubbing of his cock hairs against her ass, the touch of his groin up against her buns. It was unreal, impossible! That her uncle would have his fat thick cock fucked all the way in her asshole was mind-blowing.
He was pulling out, sending wild signals racing through her belly and ass. Christine felt his prick slipping away from her, sliding out from her asshole. She squeezed her ass muscles tight, wanting more cock in her ass.
He fucked back in again. Christine thought the lewd suction in her asshole would drive her to madness.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The tempo of that ass-ripping cock was becoming faster. He was striking her buns with his body like a giant wall, the force of his fuck-thrusts knocking the wind from her. Again Christine jerked her head up off the mat, the chains keeping her from pulling all the way up.
"Baby, yeah, yeah!"
Dave increased the speed of his cock-strokes until Christine thought her ass would melt. Heat sliced into the sides of her clit, dragging more energy from the girl as she endured the ass-fucking. The cunty feeling built up quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of prickmeat in her asshole.
Oh, this was good, very good. Uncle Dave had been right about this, as he had been about so many other things. And to think she had listened to her mother all these years about sex, about fucking. Oh, how much pleasure she had deprived herself of!
Christine grunted with the effort of keeping up with her uncle's fucking. The stretched asshole ring grew more and more sensitive, nearly as sensitive as her empty cunt. Once again the girl felt a fart of air escape with a light puffing sound from her cunt as her mind went blank. She panted, rutting, knowing she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast.
As if he knew what she was thinking Dave reached around and started strumming on her clit, teasing the tiny rigid organ, pushing it down into the surrounding moist cunt meat while rubbing its rounded slides. Christine thought she would come apart with that move. She wanted everything-that touch, the fucking, the chains, the humiliation. Everything conspired to make her a hot, rutting woman who wanted to be fucked into the dirt. "Fucked!"
Christine shouted out the word, her body bouncing up and down while Dave rounded the final curve in his fucking spree. He grunted behind her, riding the girl down into the floor. Christine felt the flaring ridge of his prickhead pulling at the lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. She hunched her ass back and forth in response, feeling her cunt about to explode.
Christine screamed, feeling the first of many hot, splashing wads of jizz firehosing into her shitter. The thick spurting masses of cum burned into the lining of her ass guts like flaming sulphur! Christine felt her ass ring at his prick. She convulsed, her body jerking up and down while her tits mashed under his clutching hands.
"Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Her spasms were nearly painful. Her pussy clamped down on thin air, the cunt walls slapping wetly against one another while more and more jizz filled her ass.
But what was happening? Dave was pulling out, slipping his cock from her cunthole. And she was still cumming!
"No! No!"
He couldn't do this, interrupt her climax! Desperately the girl jerked her body around, clenching her ass muscles tightly together, trying to stop him from pulling out. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot signals racing up and down her spine.
The wide flaring cockhead slipped out. Christine ground her teeth, silently cursing her uncle. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, clasping cunt. She jerked and twitched as he slid away.
Christine wept once more, feeling so deserted. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt while cum oozed from her stretched asshole. She let her eyes close in defeat as she lay her head against the filthy foam mat.
"That's enough for tonight, baby. You're one helluva hot fuck. And we're gonna have ourselves plenty of time to practice it, right?"
He was undoing the chains, unsnapping them from her collar, then opening the cuffs from around her wrists. At this point, Christine knew she could have bolted for the stairs. Even later she would be able to escape from her room. But she was so tired, so utterly exhausted from her ordeal. And, there was that promise of more fucking to come. Oh, what a little slut she was becoming!
As her Uncle scooped her into his arms and carried her moaning up the stairs to her room, Christine thought of that promise and felt something like excitement mixed in with the dread frightening her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Elena cocked her head to one side, tracing a finger absently around her mouth. Arching an eyebrow, she looked at her daughter's message once again. It seemed so odd, so ... so formal! She was about to leave the hospital after a brief check-up, and now this. Pushing her chestnut-colored hair over her blouse, Elena paced the large private room, ignoring the large bouquet of flowers her brother-in-law had sent her.
The note said: "Uncle Dave wants you to come over as soon as you get out of the hospital. He has some gifts for you."
Gifts? That sort of thing was something she should give him, considering he had done her the favor of looking out for Christine. Touching the note to her lips, Elena felt her cunt warm just a bit when she thought of her brother-in-law. He had always been the bigger of both brothers, although Hank, her late husband, certainly was the brighter and more successful. It had been an effort for Elena not to lead him on. She had succeeded, however, preserving the purity of her marriage even if she did fantasize at times. Yes, she guessed Hank had known about her infatuation and had ignored it. He had liked fucking nearly as much as she did. Really, her late husband seemed to accept the situation, glad Elena remained loyal.
Folding the note and slipping it into her black leather clutch purse, she surveyed the sterile hospital room. Yes, she had gathered up the few things she had brought with her. Everything was in order. Grabbing the small blue overnight case, she left the room.
Her Mercedes was still there in the parking lot.
"Dave...."
Funny how his name just seemed to bubble to her lips as she dropped the suitcase in the trunk and walked around to her side of the car. She hadn't seen him much since the funeral nearly three years ago, although they kept in touch with brief letters, phone calls and notes. She had panicked when her doctor insisted she check into a hospital for some tests. Where would she put Christine? She didn't trust her friends, and her family was in Indiana. Thank goodness she thought of her brother-in-law, and he had been helpful.
Elena smiled, inserting the key and turning on the engine. She liked that feeling, the gentle rumbling of the car engine as it turned over, the vibrations exciting her pussy. Elena backed out and turned the car east on Colorado Boulevard, heading in Dave's direction....
"Hey, baby! I've got an electric tongue that won't quit if you sit on my face."
The rude remark snapped Elena back to reality. She had stopped at a light. Next to her was a delivery truck, a young man leaning out the door and staring wide-eyed at her exposed thighs. Elena stiffened, her eyes coldly sweeping over the young stud. She shifted her position in the car, feeling her ass sinking into the soft cushion while her cuntlips rubbed wetly, sexily together. Did he know she was hot and getting warmer all the time? Could he tell she was thinking about a man in a far from Platonic way? Was it written on her face?
"Come on, baby. You and me ... we can turn in the alley there and have some time. I dig suckin' cunt and we can...."
Elena had heard enough. Jamming the gear lever into first, she bolted through the red light, nearly sideswiping a small Chevrolet. The nerve of that animal! Telling her all those things, exciting her so much her tits felt heavy in her bra! She glanced up at the rearview mirror. Thank goodness he was gone. She had had enough of that kind of filth. Never, never would she put up with someone who treated women like ... like filth!
Upset, her mind filled with the dirty words that young man had spoken, Elena drove on to Dave's house. She snapped back to reality when she realized she was there. Pulling to the curb, she noticed all the lights were off save the one in the living room. Perhaps they had gone out for dinner, although she was certain she had told Dave when she planned to drop by. Swinging her legs from the car Elena pushed back her hair, straightening her skirt, feeling very, very aware of all her physical assets as she walked up the long, curving path to the front porch. "Dave?"
Elena rapped her knuckles smartly against the wooden door, peering into the living room. In a moment she saw movement and put on her broadest, sexiest smile. Elena felt her cheeks growing warm as she heard the lock open. She was feeling like some teenager, a warm glow washing over her flesh while her pussy muscles puckered with excitement. Elena was terribly aware of her tits, her sensitive, large nipples rubbing against the cups of her bra, the touch of her panties snugging up against her super sensitive cunt. When the door swung open and her brother-in-law came into view, she very nearly had to put one hand over her heart to keep from letting out a gasp. He was so handsome.
"Hi! Everything at the hospital go all right?"
"Why, yes. I'm fine. Is Christine around?"
Elena was amazed she could speak at all. The last thing, it seemed to her then, she wanted to talk about was Christine. But she had to say something. Besides, she had come here to pick up her daughter.
"Oh, downstairs hanging around," Dave shrugged, backing up in a silent invitation for her to enter.
"I ... I left my things in the car. Of course, that's where they belong, but...."
She sounded so stupid. And all she could think about was fucking-pure, unadulterated fucking with her own brother-in-law. Maybe even in her husband's bed, his picture turned toward them. How wicked her thoughts were this evening as she heard the door close behind her.
"You sure look good, Elena. Guess they didn't find anything wrong with you."
"The last few tests aren't in yet," she said, wondering why she hadn't heard Christine calling out to her. "But I think I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"Sure. Want something to drink?"
"Well, I shouldn't, but...."
She watched as Dave moved easily about the house. He seemed to dominate everything around him, his masculinity embracing everything from the furniture to her. To her! The thought suddenly made her cuntal walls buckle, juice flowing out to wet down her panties. She could feel the maddening trickle of the juice oozing through the tangled brown matting of her pussy hairs. Shaking the loose hair around her face from her eyes, Elena did her best to control that itchy, warm feeling in her pussy. If she stayed too long in this house, God only knows what would happen to her. Thank goodness Christine was here. That fact alone put a damper on her feelings.
"Here. It's not so stiff. I think you'll be fine having it."
Elena thanked him, realizing she had reclined rather suggestively on the sofa. She could feel the narrow band of nylon pressing into her pussy, halving her cunt and rubbing up against her clit. It was shockingly good having that sensation. No. That was wrong. Dave had shown no interest in her except every now and then winking at her. Elena had never known quite how to take that move and simply ignored it. But now, how she wished he meant something by it. How she wished he would just reach out and touch her hair, her neck, her....
She took another long sip, feeling the burning liquor trickle down her throat. Her nipples were so hard, so very, very hard. How they burned in her bra! How she wished she could reach around and unbutton her blouse then unsnap her bra. Would he enjoy putting those sensuous lips around her nipples and drawing them into his mouth while nibbling on them at the same time?
"What did you say?" she had to ask.
Elena felt a little foolish. Dave had been talking while she had been daydreaming.
"Nothing much. Just saying that Christine wasn't a bother around here at all. In fact, she helped me out a lot."
Elena smiled and nodded, taking another long gulp. It was at the second drink that she realized something was terribly, terribly wrong. He had spiked her drink somehow. It was far more potent than she had imagined. And with her somewhat weakened condition, the result was disastrous! Had he done it purposely? Elena put down the drink, nearly spilling it onto the rug.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I ... I don't feel too good. Perhaps I shouldn't have had that to drink. Maybe if I lie down...."
Elena tried getting up. But her legs felt like rubber. She leaned forward then fell back onto the sofa, her knees spreading apart. It was then her skirt hiked up, just as it had in the car. And it was then she realized Dave was wearing the same leering grin that young boy had when he had made those filthy suggestions to her.
"I think I've got a better idea for you," Dave said, his eyes narrowing.
"No. Dave, don't. I ... I'm fine, really. I think I can manage to walk."
"I doubt it ... at least, at this point. I'll carry you."
Elena protested weakly but gave up the moment she felt his arms encircling her waist. It felt good having this strong man helping her, holding her, in a sense overpowering her and guiding her.
"I'm going to show you a surprise. Are you up to it?"
"A surprise? Don't know," she muttered, slurring her words. The room seemed to be darkening around her. "What did you put in my drinks?"
"Just something to relax a bit. You'll understand in a while."
Elena felt as if she were drifting about in another world. There were swirls of light that blinded her to where she was going. She thought they were maneuvering their way through the small kitchen, her legs striking the stove and refrigerator while Dave walked toward the basement door. The basement. Of course. That's where he said her daughter Christine was. What on earth was she doing in a smelly, dank place like a cellar? "Uhhhhh...."
They were going down in the basement, the dank smell of the cellar making Elena wrinkle up her nose. Why had her brother-in-law spiked her drink this way? She knew they had reached the bottom of the stairs, then her mind became a blur. With a groan, she slumped limply in Dave's arms, unaware of what was to follow. . Elena had no idea how long she had been unconscious. When she felt herself surfacing, she realized at once all her clothes had been removed.
"My God," she gasped, raising her head and forcing herself to open her eyes.
Everything seemed blurred for the moment. It was still so dark around her. Elena wondered if it was still the effect of that drink. Another moan coming from her left told her the darkness was real. She blinked open her eyes completely, cocking her head, trying to move.
It was then she realized that she had been chained to something, her arms haying been drawn behind her and her wrists cuffed together. An iron collar was screwed tightly, around her neck, two chains from either side pulled tightly down around her shoulders and under her naked tits, finally attached to her wrist cuffs. A rubber ball had been shoved deep in her mouth, the latex pressing up against her tongue. It was difficult for her to swallow.
Panic hit her. She had never been restrained. She had never been in a situation like this before! She started tugging crazily at the chains, trying to move her feet away from the pole to which she had been roped around the waist. It was impossible. The bonds were too strong. She panted heavily from the effort, looking from side to side, not believing her brother-in-law could be capable to doing something like this. Then Elena stopped, remembering her daughter. Christine! He had said something about her being in the basement, "hanging around." My God! Elena felt a little sick as she cocked her head to one side and listened for that groan again. She had heard something before she had gone wild with panic. There! There it was again! Something moved in the semi-darkness in front of her. Narrowing her eyes, concentrating as hard as she could, Elena finally made out the familiar figure of her daughter.
Hatred flared through Elena like fire through a dry forest. She wanted to take a knife and plunge it through Dave's chest. All her former love for him evaporated in a moment when she saw her daughter strung up helplessly to the ceiling, her wrists bound together, her body twisting slowly in the air like a piece of meat! Elena struggled against her bonds again, grunting through the rubber ball gag, hoping her daughter could hear her.
"So, you've come around?"
Dave was there now, having appeared from the darkness and standing by her daughter. She watched with horror as he rubbed one hand up and down the girl's leg, stopping at her cunt. Christine showed some life then, her legs moving back and forth in scissor fashion while her belly muscles stiffened.
"No, not again, Uncle Dave. Please, not again," the girl sobbed listlessly.
He had ... had fucked her. Oh yes, Elena could see that in an instant. He had committed incest and now was torturing them both.
"Don't worry, Christine. I've got another field to plow for the time being," he said, slapping her lightly on the bare ass.
Elena fought against the chains once more, staring with unabashed hatred at her brother-in-law. He would never fuck her. No! She would rather die first than let him touch her. Dave stopped a few feet in front of her, seeing her gaze of hatred and laughing at her.
"I thought that would be your reaction-at first. Your daughter had it, too. But you should see her move," he said, rolling his eyes up while scratching his crotch. "Man, she's got the hottest little cunt and ass you've ever seen!"
Elena dropped her head, her pulse racing so hard she thought her heart would burst! How could he be telling her these things?
"But you're not interested, I guess. You want to know what's going to happen to you, right? Good things, baby, good things."
Elena shook her head, screaming through the gag, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her palms until they creased the sweaty flesh. Her muffled cries aroused her daughter. She saw Christine come to life, kicking her legs until her body swung around and she was staring at her mother. Dave had slipped away for the moment, rummaging around in the dark looking for something.
"Oh, Mother, Mother! I'm sorry. He made me write the note. I was afraid, too afraid not to obey him. Oh God, he's horrible! You won't believe what he can do!"
Dave came back, checking the bonds holding Elena to the pole. He tugged at her dog collar, smiling as he heard her gagging from the touch.
"You want to get back at me, don't you? You want it bad. I'm gonna give you the chance. But like everything else, you'll have to pay for the privilege."
Dave untied the woman, making sure her wrists were still cuffed together. Elena stumbled forward, nearly pitching down onto the floor. Dave caught her, his fingers fondling her fur-covered pussy, two of them slipping in and touching the warm, slick fuck-hole. She could feel his prick through his trousers-long, thick, hot. At any other time she would have been intoxicated with the thought of fucking her brother-in-law. At this point, however, she had only contempt for him. He led her past her daughter.
"Here. Sit here."
It was a three-legged stool facing another one slightly higher. Above was a noose, the rope about one half-inch in diameter. The shadow it case made Elena shiver. Was this some kind of kinky gallows? Just what kind of horrors had he put her daughter through?
"Oh Mother, he's awful! He's terrible! He'll do anything to have his kind of fun," Christine cried.
"Shut up, Christine, or you'll have a gag just like your mother."
Dave forced the woman down onto the cold wooden seat, spreading her thighs apart so her heated, fur-covered cunt mound was parted. Elena shuddered once more, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel apart. Dave was rubbing his fingers over her pussy, tweaking her clit, pressing his fingers into her cunt hole. She couldn't help herself. She was so hot. She moved her plump, firm ass around on the stool, feeling the chilly heat rushing through her pussy and making her catch her breath.
"This might be easier than I thought. You're one hot number-just like your daughter. I'm gonna have myself a good time tonight. And then, well, maybe we'll have family reunions later on in the month-you know, stretch the two of you out on my bed and fuck you both."
Dave tested the noose, slipping the rope around Elena's neck and cinching it tightly. Family reunions! If they lived that long!
CHAPTER SIX
Elena sat there, her wrists still bound to one another behind her back while the gag jammed her mouth. She swallowed twice, feeling a pulse of fear race through her body. The rope was burning her neck, just above the mental dog collar. Dave tightened the rope, making it taut, forcing her to tilt her chin up a little to keep it from pressing too hard against her windpipe.
Dave opened his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pushing his Levi's down. Immediately his prick sprang up-long, thick, the blue veins throbbing hard against the pink skin. Elena reared back like a startled mare. His cock was big, bigger than her late husband's cock had been. She had suspected something like that. Now she saw it was true. And he was going to fuck her.
"Now, you're gonna settle down on this mother," he said, scratching his cock and balls before moving up to the stool.
Elena was ashamed. She knew Christine was watching. She knew her daughter could see Dave approach her with his prick straight out. And now she knew her daughter could see him finger-fucking her cunt. Elena threw out her chest, her tits slapping wetly together as she felt the two fingers scraping along the insides of her cuntal channel. Against her will, she found herself fucking back, tensing her thighs, moving her ass back and forth, making the stool rock from side to side with her movements. Dave was sniggering, scraping his fingernails down along her cunt channel, stopping when her pussy muscles cinched down and milked at the invading digits.
Oh, it had been so long since a man had touched her down there! She was going a little mad now, her cuntal walls growing so hot and itchy. And then Dave began playing with her clit, touching that sparking little organ again and again with his thumb while fucking her cunt hole with the rest of his hand! "Unnnhhhhhffff!"
"Didn't take you too long to come around, did it?"
Twice Elena thought she would knock the stool over. Then Dave reached up and began twisting her nipples around between his fingers, twisting and turning them until she began sobbing loudly through the gag. She jerked her arms, trying to pull her wrists free to protect herself. But the more she struggled, the more Dave hurt her.
The noose! He had jerked up on the rope, forcing the hemp to cut into her throat. Elena straightened, her spine nearly cracking from the sudden movement. She looked with startled, rounded eyes at the big man standing in front of her.
He was hanging her-right there in front of her daughter, pulling at the rope, moving it back and forth until red marks appeared on her throat.
"That's it, a little tight. That's real good," Dave said, pushing down his trousers all the way and stepping from them after having removed his black engineering boots.
Elena was struggling now, her feet kicking out, then finally finding a rung at the base of the stool. She tensed her thighs and ass, half-standing on the stool to make it easier for her to breathe.
"Cheating! I don't allow any cheating here," Dave said mockingly, slipping his hands around her sides and drawing the two stools together. In a flash, Elena knew what he was going to do. She felt his prick jabbing at her pussy, touching her clit, sending more electric sparks rushing through her cunt. He was going to fuck her while hanging her from the ceiling by the throat! It was almost like having a snuff movie being played for real. She screamed, twisting her body, feeling herself sliding from the stool and onto his big fucker.
"Oh, yeah. You're wet and warm down there, just like a woman should be," Dave groaned, his hands caressing her body.
Again Elena felt the rope chafing against her windpipe. Dave had been careful to put it just above the metal dog collar so the device couldn't protect her. He was under her now, his thighs under hers while his prick stabbed again around her cunt. Rolling his hips around, balancing himself carefully, he shoved his cock against the top of her cuntal mound. "Ohhhhh!"
For a moment Elena had forgotten about the noose. The knob of his cock was pressing right over her clit. She could feel an electric charge seeping from the hot little button right into her pussy. She squirmed and jerked against him, knowing full well he was going to kill her with that rope-and not even caring. Oh, it was all coming together, the pain and humiliation somehow adding to the excitement. She began rocking her ass from side to side, the movement making the stool nearly turn over once more. Dave steadied her, sliding his prickmeat. Oh, the sensation was mind-shattering. He was pushing his cock all the way into her fuck-hole. A low moan seeped from her throat. Elena wanted that prick deep in her pussy. She needed the warmth, the masculinity of this man.
And just as he fucked his cock all the way in, Dave kicked the stool out from under her.
"Ughghghhh!"
For an instant Elena hung there, dangling from the rope like a condemned criminal, choking while that fat cock was fucking all the way into her. She screamed through the gag once more. Dave was fucking her, pile driving his cockmeat in and out, hitting her face and tits, swearing at her. Elena could hear her daughter screaming in the background. "Nice, real nice."
Dave held her again, bracing her body against his knees and keeping her up. She coughed, trying to shove the gag from her throat so she could breathe! The lights began coming back on again as she looked around and saw she was indeed alive. That fat cock was still inside her pussy, rummaging around, nudging her womb while Dave toyed with her nipples. Elena let her head fall back, her eyes closed. Dave was grunting, fucking his prick in and out, filling up her pussy again and again with his cockmeat.
The rope had terrified her, the thought of being hung while being fucked not really appealing to her. But something had happened to make her clit spark all that much more. Perhaps it was the threat of being hurt, of being killed. She didn't know. But the throbbing pulses coming from that tiny organ were that much more spicy. Dave could see the change in the woman and fucked her more wildly. Elena responded by jerking her hips from side to side, pressing her cunt down onto his fat prick. Oh, how she was turning into a mass of butter! His cock was such a delight. And then there was that noose, that horrid rope threatening to kill her once more.
"Man, oh man, this is it, baby! Christ, I don't know about you, but I'm about to blow my load all over the place."
With that Dave let her slip off his lap again, keeping his hands off her while she bounced at the end of the noose. The only thing bracing her up and relaxing the strangling tension of the rope was Dave's cock. He beat her with his groin, at times keeping her supported against the ropes with his hips, at others purposely letting her dangle there, her head tilted to one side, the rope choking her, chafing her flesh, threatening to break her neck.
Elena struggled wildly, blood coming from her wrists now as she fought to break the cuffs holding her arms captive. The ball rolled down against her tonsils, nearly lodging permanently in her throat while her tongue blackened and flittered out from between her lips. She was going to die. Oh yes, she was going to die, strangled by that noose, fucked to death by this animal. And all Dave did was fuck harder, grunting like a damned dog in rut. His hands did nothing to save her, although he could. He was pinching her nipples, slapping her face at times, making her long brown hair splash wildly over her face. "Oh, yeahhh!"
Again he slipped her atop his knees, relaxing the choking pressure of the rope against her throat. It was awful! Elena wanted to die, just to die. And there was Dave, still fucking her.
"This is it, baby, no fuckin' around from now on."
He was pounding his prick into her pussy wildly. Everything conspired against Elena. This was her big shot, her first chance at cumming since her husband had passed on. She was going for it in spite of all the horror. She was all the way down on his big prick now, ignoring the rope pulling and tugging at her throat. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like some giant spoon. The mass of tension in her belly swelled like a big balloon. Elena dug her fingernails into her palms once more. Dave was swearing, slapping her ass, feeling her asscheeks flex, then soften. She felt him digging his fingernails into her asscheeks. Elena felt all the nerve endings in her body stand out on end, naked to his touch. It was beautiful, the best feeling she had ever had in her life, it seemed. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as cunt juice squished out, spraying the big man's fucking prick.
"Now!" He shouted out that word, pushing her from his lap once more and letting her dangle there from the noose.
Elena came, came with the fury of a hurricane of fire. She choked and coughed, her eyes rounding and nearly bugging out as the rope tightened around her throat. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel herself become all cunt-all wet and hot and milking as she bounced up and down helplessly on the rope. And Dave was shooting into her hard as well, his cum splashing into her fuck-hole, wetting her pussy down.
Elena felt her cuntal walls grip down on his prick at least three times for every wad that shot from his cockknob. Her head snapped while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cunty reaction. And the noose was tightening around her neck. Her climax, her death! Elena shouted through the gag, finally able to get some sound out as Dave kept on fucking his dick into her cunt. Once more she could hear her daughter wailing away.
The room went black around her. Elena was certain she was going to die. This was the final moment. Letting out a sob, feeling a final pulsing that shot through her cunt, the woman slumped forward, the rope tight around her windpipe.
Fucked to death. That was the last thought Elena had before losing consciousness yet again. Fucked to death, and by her own brother-in-law....
It was with some surprise, then, when she regained consciousness after some time. At first she thought she might have died and this was some weird afterworld. But as she regained some of her senses, the woman realized she was still quite alive. She lay huddled in a ball in the corner of some small, dark room. The door was over there-just to the left. Elena could see some light faintly coming through the cracks in the wood. Thank God! Dave had taken off those awful wrist cuffs and the gag was gone from her mouth. She raised both hands, feeling her face, rubbing her sore neck with her fingertips. It was still a little hard for her to breathe. But Elena wasn't certain if that was because of fear or the physical reality of having had that noose tightened around her neck.
"Ohhhhh...."
She covered her mouth with one hand, remembering what had happened. It was so ... so unbelievable! Even now, crouched like some animal in the dark, it was hard to believe Dave had put her through something like that.
She heard something. The claw-like skitter and pause of some small animal. Rats? The thought made her draw her hands to her side and curl up more tightly in the corner. She thought of Christine again, of her daughter hanging there helpless, calling for her mother for help. Elena bit down hard, grinding her teeth. She had hated her brother-in-law. But she had had sex with him, fucking her brains out, feeling so wonderful that he had fucked her while nearly killing her. What kind of person was she? She had nearly been strangled by that horrible device, and now she was remembering with some pleasure the fucking she had endured.
There was a shrill scream. The scream of her daughter.
Elena jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her hands over her mouth. What was he doing to her daughter? Why was Christine screaming her lungs out?
The heavy door grated open. Elena drew back, seeing several shapes silhouetted against the yellow light outside. One of the shapes thudded to the floor inside the door.
"Christine!"
Elena rushed forward just as the door slammed shut. The young girl was in a crumpled huddle, sobbing and moaning while trying to grasp for her mother's comforting hand.
"What did he do to you? My God, what did he do to you?"
"Oh, mother, he had things-devices, things I don't know about. He ... he put them on me, pinched me with them, made me do ... oh, I can't talk about it," the girl cried, burying her head in her hands and coughing violently.
"The pig!"
Elena again felt nothing but hatred for her brother-in-law. She tried comforting her daughter, cradling her head against her naked tits.
Just then the door opened again. It was Dave, standing there bare-chested, his legs spread wide apart, a smirk on his face. He was holding something. A whip! Christine caught sight of the instrument and skittered back like a terrified animal, screaming wildly while covering her face with both hands.
Dave cracked the whip, the knotted ends chewing into the girl's right leg. Elena cried out, lunging forward, both hands stretched out. She would tear that awful thing from his hands and kill him with it. He'd feel the kiss of the leather and see how he enjoyed it.
"Hey, that's the way, baby! A little spirit!"
Dave backed away, letting Elena grip the whip and try to jerk it from his hands. He stepped back, drawing the woman out of the small room until she had stepped over the doorway. Christine was still shrieking inside as he kicked the door shut, locking it securely.
"Now, for some fun play."
Shoving Elena back, Dave gripped the whip tightly in his right hand once again, cocking his arm back, then letting the leather snake hiss through the air. It was some time before Elena realized the battle had changed. She was outside the room, away from her daughter, on the defensive once again. And there cutting through the air, sizzling as if it were on fire, was the whip.
"No!"
The leather bit into her belly flesh just below her ribs, making the woman scream and fall to her knees. The pain was mind-shattering. The leather had left a long red mark on her flesh, taking the wind from Elena's lungs. She reeled back, putting out one hand protectively while scooting away on her knees. Stretching her arms out to either side of her body, she looked for something to grip, something to pull herself up on her feet. Again the leather whip came down, this time the knotted ends chewing into her tit flesh.
"Owwwwww!"
Elena shot back on her ass, her head striking the side of the large wooden torture wheel. The woman somehow managed to get to her feet, her fingers clutching at the wheel.
"Go on, bitch, run around, run away from me. You aren't gonna get very far. Christine found that out. And when I caught up with her, that was it, baby."
Dave seemed to be all around her, lashing out with the whip, sometimes hitting her, sometimes striking the leather against the wall.
Elena stumbled, falling face-forward on the floor. Dave was there in an instant, doubling the whip and beating the leather up against her ass. She screamed and screamed, beating the floor with her fists. And still he kept hitting her. She could hear his breath whistling behind her. He was flogging at the backs of her knees, her thighs, the dry smacking sound of the leather against her flesh a torment to her ears.
Her ass was on fire. Elena thought she could feel her skin splitting while her asscheeks heated, reddening to scarlet. The blazing pain of her ass radiated to her cunt, making more juice run from her cunt hole. Oh, it was happening again! All the pain, all the agony she had suffered was turning into something much more, something far greater than pain or pleasure. It was awful, disgusting. But there it was, facing her, and there was little she could do about it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He had one foot on the back of her neck, the heel of his boot pressing down hard against her upper spine. With the whip now slipped around her throat, Elena once more felt the choking sensation of something trying to deprive her of oxygen. It was horrid! She jerked her hands up, her fingers flailing desperately with the leather. But there was little she could do. He had her trapped, his foot threatening to break her neck if she moved too much. And there he was, pullzooing up on leather, choking her with the whip while rubbing his filthy soles on her flesh. "Uh!"
The whip left her throat as he stepped back, kicking her sharply in the right side. Elena doubled over, her hands clutching at her belly while she felt another blow that stung the flesh in her asscrack. A more directed blow caught her shitter, yanking it out of shape and sending a biting shock racing through her asshole and finally into her clit.
"No way you can get outta here," Dave said, guessing her intention.
With a slashing overhead stroke, Dave tore the end of the whip down the valley of her asscrack. The leather once more stung across her gray-pink shitter, making her ass muscles spasm uncontrollably. The woman screamed while scrambling away from the pain. She was nearly mindless now, unable to judge which direction was which. Elena flopped backward, banging her head against the wheel, half getting up only to find herself sprawled on the basement floor, that dreadful whip striping her back again and again.
"Nooooo!"
She tangled her hair in something. Gears to that wheel! Dave was nearly on top of her now, releasing some sort of lever. The wheel was moving! She heard the rumbling, felt the gears pulling her hair by the roots, tugging her head toward the machinery. It would mash her head, crush her skull and mangle her body! "Eaghhghghghggh!"
Dave beat the soles of her feet with the whip now, smashing it across her ribcage while he watched her struggling against the wheel. Gravity was turning it now, the actual machinery being quiet. But the gears were doing their job, pulling her under the gear box, ripping her hair while Elena screeched and yammered. Already she could hear the meshing sounds of those horrid teeth coming together inches from her face. She smelled the grease and knew that in a moment her skull would crush under the heavy wheels turning above her.
It stopped. Dave threw the lever back again, putting on the brake. Blinking and looking up, Elena found herself staring directly into a gear wheel. Surely that thing would have come down onto her face, caving it in, ending her miserable life. She shivered, nearly vomiting as the thought of her near-death sickened her.
"Don't be such a fuckin' baby. Saved your life, didn't I?"
Dave had her by the heels, pulling her out, ripping the hair from her scalp as strands remained imprisoned in the gears. The woman panted heavily. She had nearly been killed. Thrashing about the floor, she began screaming, jerking her knees up while flailing at nothing. Dave laughed at her wildness, kicking her in the ass, beating her face with the whip, hitting her again and again until he crashed through to her senses.
Elena grew limp, her body stretched on the floor belly up. Again Dave slipped the whip under her throat, looping it around and pulling her back. Elena jerked her knees up, brought back to her senses by the sudden pressure against her windpipe. He was dragging her on her ass, pulling her across the floor with the whip wrapped like a tight collar around her throat.
The woman kicked back, scooting around like a spider, her arms and legs futilely trying to keep up with Dave's pace. He stopped by a large wooden pillar similar to the one she had been roped to earlier.
The pressure around her throat eased. Bringing both hands to her tits, Elena coughed violently, shaking her head from side to side. Awful, awful! His madness was getting worse. And she could tell from his look and his breathing that he wasn't through. Well, let him do his worst. At least he was leaving Christine alone. She could absorb his punishment. She could live with it. But her daughter was too young, far too young for this horror.
"Now, you've been good so far. We've gotta find out just what your limits are."
"Limits?"
"Here, move around." He was kicking her again, forcing her to spin about on her ass until she was facing the pillar. "Spread 'em."
Kicking her thighs apart, Dave pushed his boot right into her cuntal crack. The move was so sudden, so unexpected that Elena jerked back, her jaw opening while her nostrils flared. Dave grinned, rubbing the boot toe up and down, twisting it around until it had actually begun to enter her pussy.
"No!"
"You're not in any kinda position to tell me to stop, bitch!"
Stepping back, Dave forced her forward, her legs spread and encircling the pillar. It was then Elena realized a cross beam had been nailed near the bottom of the pillar-approximately eight inches from the floor. He now pulled out several short pieces of quarter-inch nylon line, telling Elena to scoot forward a little more while putting her hands atop the cross beam.
"Now, I think you're gonna find this fuckin' unusual. Even me and your daughter ain't tried somethin' like this. Brand new, and all for you. Shit, wonder if my brother'd freak if he could see his old lady makin' it with me ... and like this."
Again Elena felt sick, knowing full well Dave was enjoying this all the more because of his family relationship with her and Christine. It added spice to an already heady stew.
The nylon line cut into her chafed wrists as he looped the rope neatly around her right wrist, cinching it tight in a double figure-eight. The woman moved her fingers, feeling them growing a bit cold as the rope cut into her flesh. She watched helplessly as Dave moved to her other wrist, pressing the nylon cord into her wrist and securing it. He had twisted her arms around so her elbows were turned toward the pillar. It was now that the cross beam and the ties reminded her of something. Crucifixion! It was an upsidedown cross. She pulled away, horrified at this kind of outrage to God.
"No, no, Dave! Oh my God, what are you doing? This isn't ... no, no, no!"
Grunting, he grabbed both ankles, ignoring the wild attempts Elena made of kicking free. Jerking them up, he pulled her hard up against the cross beam, her shoulders sliding forward and up against the wood. In a moment he had Elena upside down, her arms stretched to either side of her body, her head resting on the floor while her ankles were being pressed against the cross beam. It took some doing, but Dave was up to it. Holding her legs firmly with one hand he slipped a longer piece of nylon line around her ankles, binding one to the other first in a series of looping figure-eights, then attaching them both to an eye hook driven securely into the top of the wooden support beam. He tugged hard, ensuring the line would remain firmly knotted to the wood.
"Now, ain't that a pretty picture?"
Elena groaned, feeling the blood rushing to her head. He had crucified her upside down, binding her wrists tightly to the lower beam while roping her ankles together at the top of the column.
"This is horrid!" Elena gasped, shaking her head, feeling faint from the rush of blood.
"It ain't all. This is nothin', baby. Just the start."
Elena watched in horror as he moved about the room, pulling what appeared to be a small gray box on a moving stand from behind the wheel. Several black wires jiggled and bounced around as he drew the device next to her. Taking one of the wires from the top of the box, Dave examined it, then moved it around so Elena could see it better. Immediately the brunette saw a small metal clamp with tiny teeth, attached to the black cord. She struggled against her bonds, moving her ass against the wood as he dropped down, opening the tiny jaws and bringing them up to her nipples.
"Uhhhhhh!" The teeth! Oh, how they bit cruelly into the sensitive nipple!
Elena closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as Dave attached the second clamp to her other nipple. He jiggled the wires purposely, forcing the clamps to chew down on her nipples.
"No, no, no more! No more!"
Dave reached behind the box and pulled out a long thick object-nearly eleven inches long, from what Elena could gather at this distance.
In a flash she knew it was a dildo, something he was going to shove in her cunt to torment her further. She gasped, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring once again as the big man rubbed it up and down her pussylips, touching her clit again and again.
"You know what this is? Something you've probably used a whole lot after my brother died," he sneered, fucking it into her cunt, then pulling it out. "But there's something different about this. It ain't an ordinary dildo."
He pulled it from her cunt hole and held it in front of the woman. Elena saw tiny studs bulging out all around the pink latex sides of the fake cock.
"It's gotta metal inner core-something to make it nice and stiff, and something to conduct electricity. You'll find out soon enough."
Dave was nearly frothing at the mouth with excitement as he inserted the dildo into her pussy. She arched her spine, feeling the latex thing spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart. Already they were growing warm and squiggly, snugging up to the horrid invader. She squirmed as much as she could, curling her toes as her brother-in-law fucked the dildo all the way into her cunt hole.
"Besides, there's a thing with those nubs. They're good and pointy. When the current's on they start moving back and forth on an electromagnetic charge. It's something else-or so I've been told."
"No, no, take it out!"
Dave ignored her cries, taking a long stiff wire and inserting it up her shitter. Again Elena squirmed, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of the metal being poked into her ass. Oh, how the pincers clamped on her nipples and bit into her tit flesh. And yet ... and yet in spite of all this she felt her cunt aroused to the pitch of a blast furnace. Her cunt juices were boiling, wetting down the dildo and spilling onto her thighs. It was something Dave noticed with pleasure as he moved to the generator and turned on the switch.
"Oh!" Elena heard the humming and knew the moment of truth was around the corner.
Reaching around, Dave turned the small black dial a fraction of an inch to the right. The machine hummed more loudly, the needle inside the glassed-in voltage indicator jumping silently. Elena felt it. She felt that faint pulse chewing into her nipples. And there between her legs, the dildo came to life.
"Uhhhhhh!"
It was moving-or so it seemed! She saw Dave was right. Those tiny nubs were stirring about, sending electric pulses into her cunt while pushing out from the surface and stabbing with prickly sensations into her pussy walls. Squirming up against the wood again, her ass flattening against the beam, Elena whimpered like a puppy afraid of the dark and hungry for affection.
Dave was giving her what she wanted, what she needed. Oh, God in heaven, that was true enough.
Gooseflesh erupted all over her body, her ass muscles tightening around the wire driven into her shitter. It was as if a small animal had somehow crawled up into her ass and was nibbling around her bowels. She squirmed again, tensing, waiting for what she knew was sarely to come.
And what was going to come was more than the pain inflicted by Dave. Her cunt. Her dammed cunt was betraying her again, making her hot, so very hot and willing to submit to his terrors. The more he threw at her, the hotter her pussy grew until she could nearly smell her clit singeing down to a burned nub. no
"Oh!"
He twisted the dial a little farther to the right, standing back and watching. Her ass felt clogged this time, her shitter muscles working so frantically and spastically Elena was afraid she would lose control and disgrace herself. The clamps on her nipples actually seemed to be chewing. It was as if they had somehow come to life.
"Ohhhh ... no, no, it can't be happening! Uhhhh ... oh God, no, take it out!"
And that thing in her pussy! She marveled at what was happening there between her splayed thighs. Elena felt the tiny nubs biting into her cuntal walls, making her jerk her knees back and forth. More current leaped through her body, taking control of her functions. There was a buzzing that drove her mad in her head while her tits jumped. The nipples were swollen now, pressing up against the clamps.
"Not bad. No screams yet. You're stronger than I thought." He switched it up another notch.
Elena screamed this time, feeling the muscles in her belly and thighs knot up painfully. She tugged wildly at the ropes holding her arms stretched wide apart while her legs shivered against the wooden column. Dave saw more cuntal juice running over her pussy mound, matting down her pussy hairs. He laughed, moving the dial one notch higher.
It was like something hitting her cunt, tits and ass again and again. The aftershock felt like glass shards barely scratching her distended nipples and clit. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of warm air bursting from her shitter and nearly dislodging the wire shoved all the way in. She thought about shitting all over herself again, amazed she was able to somehow control herself. Oh, something like that would make Dave happy, She could just imagine his coarse laughter as her bowels let loose, sending shit all over her back and sides. Through a supreme effort Elena managed to keep herself together.
Dave cranked the switch a bit higher. Elena felt as if she had been struck by a car. Her tits and belly and cunt were jolted. Her joints throbbed and ached while her bones felt as if they were shattering under the force of the current.
"Yeaghghghghh!"
She didn't know how much more she could take before feeling her heart burst. Elena knew she wouldn't pass out. The electricity rushing through her body would prevent that from happening. The only thing she knew for certain was the orgasm poised for eruption. Oh God, her body was writhing and beating against that makeshift cross, her flesh was burning because of the high current, and all she could think about was the climax about to blow through her cunt.
Dave could take no more. His balls ached and throbbed with the sight of Elena squirming about like a mad woman. He shut down the machine, reaching down and tearing the pincers from her nipples. Elena screamed in frustration when the big stud removed the dildo, purposely twisting it around and around and touching her clit with it. Her cuntal walls crashed down against one another, clasping thin air. Cursing to himself, Dave pulled out the wire from her ass.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Elena was still quivering and jerking and sobbing while Dave unzipped his Levi's and pushed them down hurriedly. She wanted him, wanted him so badly!
"Take this, baby!"
Not her mouth! Oh God, not her mouth! She wanted something in her pussy, something that would take care of that horrid itch. But Dave was determined to have her this way. Straddling her head, bending his cock down, the big man shoved his cockmeat into her mouth, stretching her lips widely while starting to lick into her pussy. Oh, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elena felt the softness of his mouth engulf her cunt while she sucked hard on his hard cock. It was so difficult sucking his cock while strapped upside down. Her clit, asshole and nipples still sang with the sting of the electric current. And the frantic way Dave was mouth-fucking her made it almost impossible for the woman to catch her breath. Still, she started feeling that climax she had sensed earlier begin boiling once more. He was licking her clit like a calf licking us a block of salt. At times he tipped his stiffened tongue down into her pussy, scraping it around her pussy walls while brushing his nose again and again against her clit.
For only a brief moment, the only reality was that warm, moist softness sweeping over her pussy, dipping into her cunt while she deep-throated the fat cock. She could already taste the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum as it washed around her mouth. Elena knew that meant only one thing. Her brother-in-law was about to cum, about to spray his cum-load into her throat. She swallowed hard, her nose flattening against his groin as he kept on mouth-fucking her with those hard forward shoves.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Elena stiffened. Her clit was sputtering, throbbing so hard she thought it would tear off! Dave sucked down on the small bud, licking her clit, nipping it with his front teeth while she came and came and came. The woman threw her body as best she could against the wooden column, her biceps knotting while her thighs ridged from the delightful tension in her cunt. Juice sprayed from her cunt hole, wetting down Dave's cheeks as flames of incredible goodness licked up her legs and into her cunt. Oh, it was so good, so very good having that cumming feeling soaring through her pussy. "Uhhfhfhffff!"
Her orgasm was the trigger for Dave's. The big stud gripped her asscheeks, sinking his fingers into the soft resilient flesh while he jammed his finger all the way down Elena's throat. She could feel the hot meaty cockhead pressing hard against her tonsils. There was a tentative spray of jism, then a series of hard ones. She coughed several times, working her throat muscles to swallow the incredible gouts of hot spunk shooting from his prickhead. She could hear him grunting, could feel him grunting into her pussy while he shot his cum-load.
"Good bitch. Real good bitch," Dave sighed, finishing his climax.
Elena sagged on the upside-down cross, her body exhausted by the ordeal. She was covered with perspiration, her flesh still warm from the climax that had racked her body. Dave pulled away, slipping his softening prick from between her lips. Regaining his balance, he first untied the woman's wrists, then moved up to her ankles and released her legs.
Elena slid to the floor, drawing her knees up against her tits and covering her eyes with one hand. Was he going to let her go? Was he going to throw both her and her daughter into the street and laugh at them? How could she ever face Christine, having done what she did right in front of her own daughter?
"Come on, baby I need a beer. And it looks like you need some rest. What say I invite some of my buddies over? You know, have a bunch of 'em take a look at you and the bitch in there," Dave said, nodding in the direction of the small locked room.
"No! No! We won't be meat for you," Elena shouted, drawing back with horror.
"You don't have a choice," Dave snarled, grabbing her hard around the upper right arm and pulling her up from the floor.
He shook her violently, then pulled her back to the room, slamming her back against the door. They both could hear Christine scream at that sudden sound.
"Don't ... don't hurt her anymore. You can do what you want with me...."
"I'll just bet I can," Dave said, opening the door and throwing Elena in.
The woman stumbled forward, crashing to her knees, then sprawling onto the floor. Turning, she tried to spin to her feet and fling herself out the doorway in desperation. But Dave had locked the door quickly, slipping two bolts across the molding before retiring to the kitchen upstairs.
"I can't believe this is happening. I just can't," Elena said, pushing the hair from her eyes and staring blankly.
"Mother, it is happening! I thought I was going crazy, too. But it's Uncle Dave who's crazy. He's ... I don't know, like another person now. I don't know what happened to him, but he likes hurting people," Christine said in sighing whispers, drawing close to her mother.
"I know. I ... I saw that," Elena agreed, folding one arm around her daughtre and hugging her close.
"Then, what are we going to do, Mother?"
Elena closed her eyes and lowered her head, feeling helpless.
"I ... I really don't know. We've got to get out of here. Maybe your Uncle Dave'll grow tired of this and let us go. And then ... we can never come back here, understand, Christine? No matter what he says afterward, we must never ever come back here," Elena insisted, her voice growing cold and hard.
"Oh no, Mother, never," Christine agreed, cuddling against her mother.
Elena and Christine lay there for nearly an hour, waiting, waiting for Dave to come back down and let them go. It was starting to grow very cold down there. Even huddled together like two refugees, both women were starting to feel a growing ache in their bones.
After a while both heard the unsteady stumbling of Dave descending the stairs. Drunk, Elena thought, wondering if that would give her the opportunity of escaping. Drunk men were less careful, less cautious. Perhaps she and her daughter would find some moment, some weakness and take advantage of it.
"Mother ... there's somebody else with him!"
It was true! Elena leaned forward, holding tightly onto her daughter and listening. There were two sets of feet shuffling toward the door. Had he called someone else? Were they going to be victims of a gang-fuck? Elena drew back, sheltering her daughter as best she could as someone rattled the locks. She could hear muffled cursing. Then the door creaked open, the yellow light once again flooding blindingly into the small, damp room.
"There they are, Butch. This here's Butch
... short for Butcher," Dave slurred, leaning heavily against one side of the doorway.
Elena shaded her eyes, seeing a tall, dark-haired man standing next to Dave. He wasn't as drunk as his friend, but he was holding a beer bottle in one hand.
"Man, you sure they're okay? I don't dig fuckin' illegals or somethin' like that. I don't wanna come down with nothin'," Butch said, turning to his friend.
"Look, I said I already put 'em through the mill," Dave said with some exasperation. "It's my fuckin' sister-in-law and her daughter. They look like shit. But man, they fuck like bunnies. Trust me."
"I dunno," Butch said dubiously, rubbing his black beard.
"Come on. Both of you. Stand up and come over here!" Dave shouted, gesturing to both women with one hand while spilling some of his beer with the other.
Reluctantly, Elena and Christine rose from the floor, still hugging one another. The dim light illuminated their lithe bodies. Standing, their tits sitting high on their chests, their cunts visible through the matted pussy hair, both appeared more attractive than ever. Butch let out a long, low whistle, nodding in approval.
"Glad you called me, buddy," he said, clapping Dave on the back of the neck.
"You owe me one. Thought we'd have ourselves a little party, you know? And these sluts really know how to throw one," Dave said. "There ain't nothin' ... and I mean nothin' you can do that won't make 'em moan with real fuckin' pleasure."
"We'll see about that," Butch said ominously.
"Come on out, bitch. Come on, you and the little slut there," Dave ordered.
Elena and Christine moved slowly forward, trembling against one another, their eyes big, fixed on the two drunken men still in the doorway.
"Come on. Don't be shy. You sure weren't so fuckin' shy when I had you suck my cock."
"She's gonna do a lot more 'n' that. Come on."
Butch took Christene first, grabbing her from her mother and swinging her around. The girl screamed, her legs becoming entangled with one another. She pitched forward, falling to her knees, cracking them against the hard cold concrete floor. Butch kept twisting her around until she was sitting on her ass. Still screaming, Christine felt those cruel fingers twist about in her hair and start pulling on it, dragging her across the floor. Desperately, she started clawing her fingernails against the hairy flesh of his arm. Butch swung around and slammed one heavy paw against her face, shattering it against her nose and stunning her into silence. "No, no, stop!"
Elena tried running to her daughter's defense, horrified at what she had seen. Dave tripped her, doubling his fists and bringing them down hard against the back of her neck.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The blow was enough to knock Elena half senseless. She felt her knees buckling as she slumped to the floor, her mind spinning. Someone was pulling her across the floor by one leg, banging her head carelesly against something.
"Noooo, don't!" Christine screamed.
Christene had spent the last few hours cringing in terror in that small room. While her Uncle Dave had crucified her mother she had heard the screams, the cries of pain, and finally the moans of ecstasy. Although she couldn't see what was happening, the teenager had a good idea what was going on.
Now here was this new threat, this new man ... Butch, short for Butcher. She could only guess how he had gotten his name.
"Owwwww! Oh, stop! Mother! Help me! Somebody, help me!"
Christine was wild with despair and terror. This was a new man, a new person with new limits. He pulled her around the floor by the hair, at times stopping and hitting Christine across the face in an effort to keep her from crying out. They finally stopped at a long, low table to the right of that dreadful wheel. Butch looked at the big wheel then down at Christine.
"Yeah, he's had you on that. The knives are still in it. You enjoy that, bitch?"
"No! No! I never enjoyed anything around here!" she screamed back.
"Not what I hear," Butch said, slipping both hands under her arms and lifting her from the floor. His fingers bruised her flesh as he drew her up to his face, sticking his tongue down her throat while shaking her violently. Christine screamed, pulling her head away and spitting out his vile saliva.
"No, put me down! Never!" she shouted, nearly freeing herself from his filthy grip.
"Bitch!"
Throwing her onto the table, Butch slapped her twice with the back of his right hand, his knuckles bruising her chin and knocking her into submission.
"Not again. Oh God, not again. Not happening to me again!" Christine wept, feeling a sickening feeling grip her heart.
He was stretching her arms behind her, pulling first the right one back and pressing it hard against the wood. She could feel leather thongs being slipped around the wrist, cinched tight. Butch moved to her other arm, securing it to another piece of leather.
"There. You ain't gonna be movin' around so much. Now for the legs."
More straps, more restraint! Christine sighed with exhaustion. There were ropes for her ankles, hemp ropes that itched and burned against her flesh as Butch looped them around her ankles and secured them to the wood.
"You know, this ain't no regular table," he said, moving around to her face once more.
Christine rolled her head around and looked up at him. She noticed that cock-bulge, that all-too-familiar bulge in his pants as he kept talking to her.
"This is gonna be lots of fun for me. Ain't used this for some time. But think I remember how it goes."
"Christine!"
It was her mother screaming out her name from the other side of the room. The girl tried lifting her head from the table. But the restraints were too tight, too confining.
"Gonna add one more thing-one thing that's gonna make it real fun for you. Hey Dave, where the fuck've you put the hoods-you know, the ones with the piss tubes in 'em?"
"In the cabinet ... over there," Dave grunted, subduing the struggling woman under his legs.
Christine lay there, her back starting to hurt her as the wood splinters on the table bit into her asscheeks. She thought about this table, about what little she'd seen while being hauled up like some sack of potatoes. There were gears, she thought, near the foot and head of it. What on earth were they used for? There was shuffling behind her, shuffling that told her Butch was back. Raising her head just a little and rolling her eyes around, Christine saw Butch behind her, holding a black leather hood in one hand. She gasped, knowing full well that was for her.
"No! Sick! This is sick! Please, don't do this to me! Oh God, no!"
She wriggled on the table, pulling at the bonds holding her wrists and ankles, her muscles knotting up once more and bulging out against her sweaty-damp flesh. What was so strange about that hood was a long plastic tube inserted into a mouth opening. It had been stitched securely there. Butch didn't say another word, lifting her head a little with one hand while slipping the hood over the top of her head. Christine kept on screaming, trying to shake the dreadful thing from her head. It was a tight fit, the leather pressing hard against her flesh. She felt more panic the moment the hood covered her eyes, blocking out all vision. And still it descended over her head, pressing against her nose, cutting off oxygen for a moment.
"Nooooo!"
The airholes finally fitted over her nostrils, providing the teenager with some relief. Then the rest of the mask slipped over her face, Butch fastening it tightly around her throat with some leather drawstrings just under her chin. Christine lay back down, panting heavily, feeling as if she were taking part in one of the most unnatural acts in the world. Was her mother watching? Was she a witness to this horror?
"Now we start," Butch said.
Christine stiffened at those words. Butch was just behind her. She felt the table vibrating. Then there was movement. Oh God, there was movement, the top of the table moving back, stretching her arms more tightly above her body. It was a rack! Christine tried letting out a shout. But the hood had no mouth opening. Only the plastic tube provided air, and that was being inserted down now into her mouth, past her front teeth, against the flat of her tongue. It was nearly impossible for the girl to groan, let alone to make any coherent sound.
"Like it, Christine? Enjoy stretching? Just like at the gym."
"Uhhhhhfhhfff!"
He turned the gears another notch. Christine arched her spine, beating her body against the rack. She thought she felt something pop in her shoulders. The pain was racing through her body now. At times she could feel Butch's fingers running along her body, his fingertips tracing the rim of her cunt. Then there would be another turn of the notch, another tightening of the thongs around her wrists-and more pain.
Christine thought he was going to pull her body apart. She had heard they'd done that in ancient times, pulling people in half. This rack could do it! She screamed again, terror gripping her as the gears slipped to another notch, making the girl fear her joints would soon be pulled apart.
CHAPTER NINE
"Eaghghghghgh!"
Butch turned the crank yet another notch up. Christine was finding the ability to shriek around that awful-tasting latex tube pressing against her tongue. The pain was excruciating. He was almost tearing her arms from her body. She could nearly feel them starting to separate from her torso while her knees throbbed with the agony of the stretching. Perspiration washed over her face, threatening to drown her under that tight-fitting leather hood.
It was then that Butch secured the wheel in that position, moving up to the tube and pulling down his pants.
"Uhhhhh!"
Had it all stopped? Christine was about to feel something like hope spring around her heart when she felt the tube moving against her tongue. Something was up. There was more to follow, perhaps something so disgusting that the stretching would seem merely an overture to the main work. She waited, panting heavily, her fingers curling and uncurling, her toes fanned out.
She tasted something warm, something salty stinging against her tongue. He was pouring something through the tube into tier mouth. And then ... and then there was an odor she picked up suddenly, something that reminded her of ... of piss! Piss! Oh God, he was pissing in the tube, forcing his urine down her mouth and into her belly!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The piss came faster and faster, splashing around her throat, covering her teeth, then spattering over her tonsils until it oozed down into her belly. It was too much! Christine tried shouting, tried screaming out her horror, her indignation. But she quickly realized any sort of screaming would make her choke and thus endanger her life. She had to swallow the horrid stuff.
"That's it baby, that's it, work that throat, take my piss!"
Christine wanted to vomit. She wanted to throw up the awful piss splashing down her throat. He was using her as a toilet while stretching her body painfully across this wood. But she could only be her own worst enemy. Maybe that's what he was trying to do. She did her best to keep her mind, swallowing the awful piss, feeling it spray again and again against the back of her throat. Above her she could hear Butch chuckling, enjoying what was going on.
He moved his cock away from the tube. Now she felt the piss splashing across her tits, stinging her nipples, collecting in a warm pool around her navel. He moved the stream down, down to her cunt, splashing it around her pussy. She could feel the narrow yellow stream spraying on her pussylips, droplets stinging her clit. And the smell! Those nose slits in the hood enabled her to smell herself being pissed on. It was awful! She was a toilet, the big man's urinal. And he was laughing at her.
"Hey, Butch, come on, don't stink up the whole fuckin' basement. Gotta live here, you know," Dave called out.
"Man, what you do down here's the same thing," Butch called back.
Christine felt the stream finally abating. He couldn't piss forever. Then finally it was over. She felt a few drops of piss strike her legs and guessed he was shaking off the remaining drops. Then he was back at the wheel, unhitching the lock and turning it tighter.
Her body had stretched a bit with the pressure. Now he was increasing it once more, the thongs tearing at her wrists, the pressure threatening to rip her limbs from her torso. Christine chewed on the piss-smeared rubber tube, shrieking, feeling her shoulders throb and ache. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter pants while she was choking on her own spit. No! This was going to be the end of her. She would die like this, stretched to death, covered in stinking piss. Animals deserved better!
"Ughhghghhhh!"
It stopped again. Thank God, the stretching had stopped once more. She felt fingers unlacing the leather around her throat, fingers pulling the hood from her face. Christine blinked, turning her head from the overhead light nearly blinding her.
"You look real pretty, you know? Stretched out on that thing, helpless," Butch said.
It was then Christine caught sight of something that took her breath away. Her mother, roped in some awful obscene way. Dave had apparently thrown her on her belly, then tied her wrists together, then roped them to her ankles until her mother was resting on her stomach in the shape of a U. Dragged to a point about midway in the room, the woman had been attached to a rope secured overhead by a set of pulleys. Uncle Dave then pulled her up from the floor, and Elena now hung like an obscene chandelier, swinging slightly, watching her daughter's disgrace.
"Oh, Mother...."
"Christine. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I never thought this would happen."
"Get the fire going," Dave said, nodding in the direction of the cabinet. "We're gonna make sure you don't forget this little session, baby."
Christine wasn't going to look around any longer. She heard the noises, winced when pieces of metal clattered to the floor, but still refused to look ... until he brought them into her view. "No!"
Pincers, rods, branding irons! It was a bouquet of horror! The tongs looked particularly threatening. Christine stared in wild disbelief at the man as he dropped them to the floor with a clatter. Dave was helping him, dragging what appeared to be a green-colored iron bowl. Beneath it on a movable table was a small blue propane tank. It was this her Uncle Dave was adjusting, switching on, then finally igniting with a match drawn from his pocket. There were coals or something inside the bowl, something that would heat up and would in turn make the iron implements glow.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"This'll be a good lover, Christine. This'll be better than your uncle, even," Butch said, hefting an iron branding iron and whooshing it through the air.
Christine shuddered, her eyes rounded, focused on the wretched thing. He was going to drive that awful thing into her pussy, drive it up to the brown wooden handle.
Time seemed to stand still. Christine felt as if she were alone in a world gone mad.
"Nooooo!"
"Oh, not my daughter, no, no!"
"Shut up! You'll probably be next."
Christine shivered, her back arching. He was touching her cunt with the tip of the iron now, rubbing it up against her pussylips and drawing it forward until it touched her clit. It was cold now. Ice cold. But Christine knew in a few moments it would be heating up in the bowl. She could hear the hissing sound of the propane, could even feel the heat from the coals nearby. This was awful, the most horrible thing that had happened to her and her mother since they had been trapped here. Branded! And in this way!
"Oh, no, no, don't hurt me, don't touch me there!"
Butch was. moving that thing around, twisting it about, reaming out her pussy with the cold iron until her pussy started warming it up.
Butch smiled. "Your uncle was right. Even though he fucks beer bottles for fun, he sure has 'em pegged with bitches. He saw you com-in' a long way up the road, baby. And man, you sure will take anything up that pussy, just as long as it's good 'n' hot."
"Come on, hurry it up, Butch. Ain't got all night," Dave said, grabbing a set of tongs and moving over to Elena.
Christine could hear her mother screaming in pain now as Dave began tugging and tearing at her nipples with the awful instrument.
"Aghghghghg!"
Now it was Christine's turn to scream. But this time it wasn't from pain. Butch had rammed the dildo-like branding iron in her cunt, twisting it around and around while making sure the rough, rusty surface touched her clit. Despite what she thought about Butch and what was happening to her, she came. She climaxed, the quickness and sharpness of her orgasm surprising her. The awful thing was fucking deeper and deeper into her, threatening to tear her pussy to pieces. The metal raked her clit. She screamed again, her climax flushing from her cunt and radiating to all parts of her body. The final fuck. Oh God, this would be her final fuck, her final lover. That was what Butch or somebody had said. He was going to kill her with this thing, gut her body while her mother watched helplessly.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
As sickening as this was, as frightening as it was, there was a wonderful part to all this. Christine wept with confusion and pleasure, feeling her cunt tightening on the cold intrusion. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing through her body and shaking it violently. Each explosion was building to a higher pitch, a more satisfying cum. And still Butch fucked at her pussy with that thing. Christine thought death could be good if someone was fucking you with something like that.
"Uhhhh ... oooohhhh!"
Keep turning. Keep turning. She wanted to whisper that to him as she fought for air to feed her lungs. Her asscheeks flexed, her body shining with sweat again as yet another round of climaxes smashed through her.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She was crying out that dreadful word, feeling her mind explode into millions of pieces, not caring any longer what was happening to her except that her pussy was tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, milking the iron rod, trying to drag it in deeper.
"No, not that way, not yet," he muttered, pulling the iron from her cunt and flinging it into the bowl.
Christine pulled and twisted against the tongs, rolling her eyes up and watching as sparks drifted up toward the ceiling. He was stirring the branding iron in the bowl, holding it by the wooden handle and purposely making a racket, watching the terror mount on the girl's face. Christine laughed, sharp and hysterical. The big stud started to laugh as well, his chest rising and falling, their naked mixed cries clattering against the walls. Christine tensed, fear crawling like a slimy animal over her belly. In the bowl of coals, the iron crackled and hissed.
CHAPTER TEN
Dave had attached the two tongs to Elena's dangling tits, the iron jaws biting cruelly into her nipples. The woman shrieked, her face white with agony while her legs trembled. Her shoulders had been nearly broken from the awkward way he had trussed her up and hung her from the ceiling. Perhaps the worst torment of all, however, was watching her daughter pitch and roll on the rack, waiting for that horrid burning, the branding of the iron. She had turned her face away while Butch had fucked the girl with that branding iron. But this ... this was going too far.
Butch walked back and forth, cracking his knuckles, glancing at Elena from time to time, then moving his eyes back to Christine. She was like a small kitten, mewling and panting, terrified of some unnamed horror that was about to descend on her. He licked his lips, his eyes glittering with the knowledge of what that pain would be.
"Noooo...."
Butch walked up to the bowl and looked in, twisting the wooden handle as if it were a barbecue stick. More sparks wafted up toward the ceiling. Christine trembled as she watched him drawing the thing from the bowl.
"Oh God ... no ... no...."
She whimpered, noticing that the end of the iron was a bright orange, the iron farthest away colored a darkish gray. It was hot, hot enough to melt through her flesh to the bone.
"You like this? You think you could take something like this in your cunt the way you took it cold?"
"No! No! Take it away! Take it away!"
Christine's face whitened, her mouth wide open while rushing air escaped through her nostrils. Sheer animal fear gnawed through her belly, almost making her faint with terror as she saw the horrid thing come closer to her legs.
"This'll hurt just a little," Butch said, his eyes glistening with excitement. "But then you'll be marked for the two of us for life. Man, we're gonna have our own branded calf!"
"No, leave my daugther alone!"
"Shut up, you fuckin' slut. You're gonna be next, so don't get any ideas."
Dave slapped the woman hard twice, nearly knocking her into unconsciousness. He didn't want to do that. No, he enjoyed watching Elena's horror at seeing her only daughter roped on the rack, stretched, then branded like an animal.
"No ... oh, my God ... no ... don't do this to me ... oh, please! I'll do anything." Christine's head shuddered.
The spasms passed down her shoulders. Her back arched, making her full firm tits rise up, the nipples thick, red and stiff. She could feel odd tremors pass through her belly, spasms that told the girl she was feeling more than the simple terror of a cornered victim.
"Sure you will. After these things cool down, you'll do what we fuckin' want you to do. But right now you'll have to roll along with it."
"No, oh nooo...."
Christine tugged at the bonds, forgetting her body had been stretched, forgetting the pain she had endured on the rack. Only the branding iron mattered. Her eyes widened, her forehead creasing with terror at the sight of this instrument of pain. Cunt juice oozed from her pussy while goose bumps erupted all over her flesh.
"Now, for the test."
"No!"
But nothing could stop Butch now. He lowered the iron, warming her knees, teasing her with it, keeping it at least an inch above her flesh. Even as he moved it, the teenager could feel the burning heat singeing her flesh. She winced several times, whimpering through her clenched teeth, watching with rounded eyes as the horrid iron swept over her thighs, over her belly, threatening to land on her nipples and burn them to charred stubs.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He stopped with the iron over her face, lowering it toward her eyes. Christine screamed, jerking her head away.
"It'd sure be too bad to have them baby blues gone," Butch laughed. "No! No! No!"
His words cut through to her very soul. Christine became hysterical, screaming and beating her body against the rack while trying to keep her face away from the hot metal rod. He dropped it a little farther, singeing the hairs curling around her forehead. She screamed again, her front teeth showing between her parted red lips as her shrieks of horror echoed off the walls.
"It's gettin' cool," Butch muttered, moving the iron from her face and sticking it back in the bowl.
"Oh, no, no, you'll kill me! Oh God, you'll kill me!"
Christine was certain she would die like this. She sobbed wildly, shaking the tears from her eyes, rolling them back to watch the iron heating up once more in the dark-green bowl.
Her mother was in little better shape. Elena hung there in agony, the clamps drooping from her nipples, distending them, pulling them out of shape as she watched her daughter's ordeal. At times Dave stuck some of the instrument into her pussy, twisting them around, laughing as her face blanched and contorted in spasms of pain and pleasure. "She's hot again."
"Stop this! No, no, no more, no more pain! No more of this!"
Christine was nearly whispering to herself, watching the big stud withdraw the iron from the bowl and look at it. The tip was that awful glowing orange again, the color of near-molten steel. She expected to see sparks flying up to the ceiling as he moved around to her once more, hefting the awful iron in front of her eyes.
Again Butch lowered the iron, dropping it now around her cunt. Every nerve ending was alive in her body, expectant, waiting for the kiss of the hot branding iron. Butch still taunted her, moving it slowly up and down her body, careful not to touch her flesh. The scalding heat singed the tender skin, making Christine cry out in shame and pain. Then he moved it around near her pussy.
Christine yammered for mercy, pounding her head against the rack. Oh, oh, oh! It was the worst thing she had experienced in her young life! The heat curled into her cunt gash like a scratching finger, teasing her nerves, making her clit stand up on end. When he lowered it a little more, she could hear her cunt hairs singeing.
"Bet I could stick this mother right up there and you'd have one hot fuck with it," Butch said, his voice thickening.
There was the sour stench of burned hair. It was nauseating, like the stink of a gutted, incinerated animal. The odor seemed to arouse Butch. His hand was shaking, the iron bobbing up and down, threatening to drop and actually touch her pussy.
Again, Christine shrieked, her eyes focused wildly on the bobbing weapon. "Christ, no, no, you mustn't. I'll do anything, give you anything! Oh God, don't, don't do this to me! Please, don't burn me!" Christine pleaded, her words running together in a hysterical plea for mercy.
The glowing iron slowly advanced. Christine wanted to inch away, to run. But the thongs and ropes holding her down were relentless. The heat curled into her pussy, finding her clit. She fell back against the rack, screaming now in a cry of pleasure as she felt her cunt erupt into climax.
"You love it, don't you?" Butch spat out.
"Yes, yes, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"Then take it all."
Butch touched the iron to her right thigh, burning a long red mark of her flesh. At first Christine felt nothing but the pressure of the iron against her thigh. Then the searing awesome agony of that heated iron against her body knifed into her brain. The young blonde shrieked at the top of her voice.
Butch quickly took the iron away, examining the mark.
"Ain't bad. Calves get more. Now you're ours," he said with a grin, tossing the iron on the floor.
"No, no, no!"
Christine was torn between the pleasure she expected from a rape and the agony of her burned leg. Butch didn't care what she felt. Use her then throw her away. That was his philosophy. Untying her wrists and ankles, he fell on top of her.
"Uhhhh, no, no, oh God, no, not here, not in front of ... oh God!"
The two of them writhed. Against her will, she raised her arms to embrace him, her mind focusing on the fat cock now pushing back her cuntlips. Butch was nearly as big as her uncle. She spread her thighs wider, lifting her ass as he fucked his cock into her cunt. She jerked, squeezing him with her legs, holding him around the hips with her heels. Hatred and a perverse type of pleasure mixed together. Thrashing around, Butch pounded his prickmeat into her pussy, bringing her off again and again while her mother looked on and wailed in absolute despair.
"You've taught your slut daughter well," Dave remarked, watching his buddy finishing off the exhausted, defeated teenager. "Now it's your turn."
Elena watched, her eyes growing dim as Christine moaned softly in front of her. Her daughter had become what Dave had said-a mindless slut, branded in front of her, tortured, torn from her family to be nothing more than some fucking machine. And what was she? Hanging there, trussed up in this horrible way, clamps hanging from her nipples while her own brother-in-law was going to brand her? What was she?
"Gonna brand your leg ... just like your daughter. Only we'll do opposites-kinda like bookends."
Elena's eyes focused on the glowing iron, the same one Butch had used on her daughter. Dave was far more direct, holding the thing in front of her for a moment so she could get a good look at what was going to hurt her, then dropping it down to her thighs. She felt the heat becoming intense, becoming a pinpoint of pain, then finally erupting in an agony of burning pain. "Eaghghghghg!"
Elena jerked her arms, nearly cracking her spine as she bobbed and jerked around in that hideous bent-over position. He had done it, branded her as Butch had branded Christine. Sobbing now, she watched as Butch pushed her daughter from the rack like a useless dead animal, leaving her crumpled on the floor, sobbing out her shame.
"Cunt's good ... I gotta try out fuckin' her next. She looks hot," Butch said, scratching his cock and balls.
"Sure. Maybe tomorrow. Gotta let them get back and rest. Don't wanna wreck the toys too soon," Dave cautioned.
Toys. They were nothing more than playthings for these men and their twisted lusts. But, Elena reasoned as she felt Dave lowering the ropes and dropping her to the floor, she and her daughter had enjoyed some of this. In spite of the pain and humiliation, there had been pleasure-a good deal of it.
Perhaps she and Christine should talk this out. Perhaps this wasn't all that bad. Elena didn't really know. It was all so confusing. There was so much to think about. And, from what she'd heard from Dave and Butch, so much to expect in the future.
