Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In RAMRODDED DAUGHTER Cindy Sorenson finds herself in just such a dilemma. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Although Cindy and her mother suffer through an unspeakably horrible experience, each comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Not there! Not in my cunt!"
The tall, attractive blonde writhed against the half-inch line roping her bound wrists to the motorcycle underneath her. Her naked ass-cheeks slipped against the handlebars while her ankles rubbed painfully over the kickstand. She was afraid of jerking about too hard, fearing the bike would crash over and crush her legs. Why, why had she come here in the first place to spy on her daughter's strange new boyfriend?
Was anything worth this? She moved her wrists in the rope, feeling the line chafing her already pink flesh. But the ropes bothered her little compared to the large skinning knife the tall man called Burt was holding inches from her pussy.
"Not there! Not there!" she moaned, her eyes wide with fear.
He had threatened her with it, holding the flat of the cold steel blade against her windpipe, then turning it so the honed edge grooved her flesh.
Ellen Sorenson forced herself to be still, forced herself not even to breathe as if she felt the cutting edge scrape a white line over her skin, threatening at any second to cut through and injure her.
"I'll do anything, anything you want me to do. Just don't . . . don't kill me!"
It had been bad enough when Burt and the other man present Jack had jumped her outside the house, forcing her into a garage then slamming the door behind her. The illegal aliens who lived in the neighborhood had closed their ears to her screams as Jack had ripped her clothes from her body, slapped her half unconscious, then roped her to the '67 Harley behind her.
Now Burt was moving the knife up from her cunt, lightly pressing it against her tummy flesh, weaving a crazy path over the tops of her tits, then back down to her belly button. Ellen gasped, holding her breath until her eyes swam. She knew the knife had to be razor-sharp. She could tell from the way the blade was trailing over her sweaty-damp flesh. When he brought the knife back down to her pussy, Ellen began screaming hysterically.
Where was Bob, Cindy's boyfriend? She had seen him drive here and slip through the darkened alleyway. It had been wrong to follow him. Now Ellen knew just how wrong.
"Aiyueeeeee!"
Ellen continued to scream, twisting her body, feeling the blade threatening to cut through her skin at any moment and leave a trail of blood over her flesh. She was still screaming when Burt reached out and caught one of her tit tips between his fingers, pinching her nipple hard and crushing the long red tip like a berry.
Ellen's voice cut off. Her body shivered as if she were having a convulsion. Her asscheeks bounced against the motorcycle while she curled her toes against the cold garage floor. Burt pulled the knife back for a second, laughing at her, then scratching his unkempt black beard.
Ellen stared at him and felt an instant loathing. He was big, dirty, muscled, foul; everything about his black hair, thick beard and moustache telling her he hated society and enjoyed tormenting the more decent sections of it.
"Try this, mama. Maybe after some time here you won't be wantin' to come 'round spyin' on us, bitch!"
The knife went back up to her right tit and began inching down, down toward her extended nipple. Ellen drew back her head, crossing her eyes to better see the advancing blade. He would cut her there, rip through her nipple surgically as if she were in a hospital to have it removed!
Ellen jerked back, her asscrack against the left handlebar of the Harley. Perspiration dripped from under her arms and dotted her forehead as she pleaded with her attacker to let her go.
But the cutting touch of the blade still continued, seeming like fire ants crawling along her tits. She was too horror-stricken to say a word. Besides, Ellen knew they would only laugh at her pleas. They fed on them, enjoying the whimpering sounds she made while they tormented her cruelly. Her nipple was a perfect target.
"Don't cut me there, please!" she begged, her throat tightening while her heart threatened to burst from all the pounding.
"He doesn't understand please," Jack said, leaning against the garage wall and folding his thick-muscled arms over his Levi's. "He just understands screamin', and that's what you've given him already. Burt likes that."
"No! No!" she screamed, jerking her head back and forth, her long blonde hair sweeping across her throat and over the tops of her tits.
She felt him getting closer and closer to her nipple. He was going to do it. He was going to slice through it! Her mind reeled with horror while her feet slid back over the cold filthy slime that coated the garage floor. Crushing her legs under the bike would be preferable to enduring the slow kind of painful surgery she was certain Burt would perform on her.
The blade was at the top of her tit now. Ellen couldn't help herself. She squealed, snapping her head back, staring bug-eyed at the ceiling while her knees locked and trembled against one another. The cold metal was at the right spot now, feeling like molten rock sizzling in a straight line over her nipple. It hurt her terribly. God, how it hurt her! But in some odd, strange way it felt like the hungriest mouth she had ever known gnawing at her tit. Fire and ice seemed to flood over her tit and chest.
"Oh, no, no, noooo!"
Burt grinned, exposing a set of crooked, yellowed teeth. The pressure was gone. Thank God, the pressure had eased from her nipple! Ellen sighed, her muscles relaxing.
"Now, suppose you tell us why the hell you've been sneakin' around the house," Burt said, scratching the tip of his broad nose with the knifeblade.
"I didn't! I haven't been spying on you!" Ellen screamed back, her eyes wide.
She had to make them believe her. It was the truth!
"I was following . . . someone," she added. "He doesn't have anything to do with you. It concerns my family, and I thought I saw him come in here. I was wrong."
Burt looked at his buddy and shrugged.
"You ain't no cop. We checked your purse for I.D. Who you lookin' for?" Burt asked, cocking his head to one side and looking with interest at her.
"Someone . . . a boy. My daughter's new boyfriend. I . . . I thought there was something strange about him, something I didn't like. So I followed him here from his work today. I . . I wanted to know more about him.
Ellen looked pleadingly one man to the other, trying to read their faces, praying God they would release her.
"Ain't nice to follow people," Burt finally said, this thick lips curling into a smile.
He brought the knife back up against her belly, twisting it around and dragging it slowly, painfully across until it was going through the blonde thicket of her cunt.
Ellen felt her body trembling again, her fingers curling against one another as the blade inched toward the tight pussy-slit between her white shivering thighs. To her dismay, Ellen felt . . . something happening down there between her legs, something that made her wonder about her own sanity. How could she possibly become aroused sexually by all this? The ropes, the bike to which she was tied, the men, and more importantly, that knife carving her body?
And yet her cunt was twitching, tingling, an itchy ache growing into something more concentrated and intense as she stood there enduring this abuse. And now the blade was nearing her pussy. In an instant it was atop her swollen pussy-lips, the tip pressing into her hot, puffy flesh.
Ellen gasped, closing her eyes and shuddering. She knew it was going to sting. And yet, somehow, she wanted it to happen. Ellen wanted everything to happen to her that possibly could.
"She likes it. The bitch likes it. Tell me how much you dig it, chick," Burt said, pushing his face against hers.
Ellen shook her head, biting her lip while working her wrists against the chafing rope. Never! Never would she admit to this savage what he was doing to her.
"Tell me!"
Reaching back, Burt gripped a handful of her blonde hair, tugging it back until several strands ripped from her scalp. Ellen opened her mouth and let out a yelp, blinking her eyes open and staring wildly at the biker in front of her. He kept on puffing at her hair, the agony knifing into her brain. She couldn't stand it. He would tear the hair from her until she was bald!
"Yes, yes, I love it! I love the knife on my cunt!" she bawled. Surely they knew she was saying it only to end the pain throbbing through her skull.
"How would you like it up your cunt?" Burt whispered, twisting the knife against her pussy. "No! Don't! You're crazy!"
Ellen gasped wildly, staring bug-eyed at the two men. Burt had to be kidding. He had to be joking, trying to frighten her even more with the possibility of carving up her pussy with that blade! But then she felt the cold blue steel against her flesh, sliding between her thighs, then up, the way a cock would to fuck her.
Ellen cried out, her nostrils flaring and her heart beating so wildly she thought surely she would have an attack. Whimpering, her cries filled the small garage. Ellen told herself not to breathe, not to move. She didn't dare so much as shiver, fearing to cut herself to pieces on that thing.
While he whistled a tune, Burt was slipping the knife between her long, sleek thighs and into her cunt.
"Please, you can't do this . . . you . . . can't ... do . . . this," Ellen whispered, not believing she was being raped this way.
Chills and shivers raced through her body, her belly spasming while her asscheeks quivered then clenched up hard into two fists against her ass crack. She could feel the pinpoint sharp tip in her cunt, opening the soft muscles of her hot fuckhole. She moved a bit and felt the tip of the blade cut into the slick walls of her pussy. She let out a small whimpering cry, closing her eyes and feeling the cold steel in her cunt.
"Uhhhhh, oh God!"
Ellen's eyes misted over with tears as she stared down and saw the biker's hand and the silver blade and the way some of it was swallowed up between her pulsating cuntlips. It was so long, so very long, and he was threatening to shove it all the way into her pussy. He was going to teach her a lesson he said, one she'd never forget.
Ellen believed him, feeling a wild, throbbing lewdness that shot through her, setting her body on fire. In spite of the pain, or because of it, Ellen was turning on as if she were being fucked by some passionate lover. She wanted the touch of that blade deep in her cunt, and yet feared it almost as much. Keep still! Ellen told herself. Don't move one muscle. Not one!
Ellen realized that the smallest movement would slice her open like a gutted cow. And yet ... and yet the erotic intensity of the moment was making her legs shiver against one another while her knees seemed to weaken with each passing second. All Ellen could think of was that piece of cold steel slipping into her sweaty pussy-hole, and the fact that she could feel a small climax starting to happen. Her hips threatened to jerk, while her cuntlips wanted to cinch down on the intruder and suck it in farther.
"No, I can't take it, can't . . . can't take something like this!" Ellen cried, her head lowering as she once more stared at the knife sticking from her cunt.
More of the gray steel had disappeared into her cunt. Hysteria blew through her brain like a strong wind, knocking all rational thought from her head. She had forgotten about her daughter, about the young boy she was following. All she could think of was the here-and now, her hot pussy being tortured by this knife and the two men laughing at her.
"Uh" Ellen grunted, setting her jaw until it hurt.
She felt the slippery steel in her cunt-hole, moving slowly and deliberately in. The edge was cutting against the seam of her pussy a little, the pain of it making her straighten her spine even more and rub her asscheeks against the handlebars of the bike.
"Hey, man, I think she wants to fuck herself on the bars," Jack said, reaching over and slapping the woman across her ass.
Ellen yelped, nearly jerking her body and cutting herself on the blade.
"You get 'em started and man they'll fuck a whole football team before they're through," Burt said, agreeing with his buddy.
Ellen could have spat in their faces. But then the biker jerked more of the blade in and she only groaned, wanting to jerk her hips, wanting to have the satisfying experience of her cuntlips grabbing and sucking something. They had to suck something, even that knife threatening to slice them like an orange.
Ellen ground her teeth, locking her legs in rigid panic and feeling herself exploding to the painful creep of the knife up her drooling pussy-slit. Inside, the woman felt she was turning into a fireworks display of emotions that she couldn't control. How could she want to be raped by that knife? How could she possibly look at herself in the mirror later, knowing she had rutted shamelessly like that in front of these animals, skewering her cunt on a knife and enjoying it?
"Ahhhhhhh!"
And then the blade stopped moving. It had ceased its relentless journey up into her body. Ellen was afraid, but managed to muster the courage to look down a third time and see what had happened.
The black, plastic grip of the knife stuck out from her tight cuntlips like some odd dildo. Her cuntlips were stretched tight around the blade, trickles of pussy-juice running down the metal from her cunt to the grip. Burt's big hand held that part of the knife, smiling at her, peering into her eyes with those cold blue eyes of his. Ellen thought he had the look of a murderer, something that didn't make her feel too good as she stood on tip-toe. Oh, how that blade seemed to touch every inch of her insides! Her body was a slave to the new erotic sensations racing through her, seeming to pour from the knife as if they were a flow of electricity from the steel.
Ellen wanted to move. She wanted to shove her hot fuckhole down with penetrating force onto the blade. She wanted to feel something she knew she could only feel once. What on earth was happening to her? What could she be thinking of? What had these men done to her to make her desire that blade deep in her gut? She had been, Ellen knew, far too long without a man. But was abstention doing this to her?
"Yeah, that's good, real good. You've gotta keep real still," the grinning biker said. His eyes glistened as he started unbuttoning his Levi's in front of the shaking woman.
"What do you want now?" Ellen's voice cracked.
Burt said nothing, opening his trousers all the way and letting his cock fall into his free hand. He stroked his swollen fuckmeat, getting more blood into his big cockhead. Ellen watched the growing of the fat, thick monster with fascination. The blue veins pressing against his dark pink skin, the way his balls swung back and forth with his jerking hand movements-everything made her hotter than ever while the blade continued to jerk around into her tight, moist cunt.
Ellen moved and the steel bit into her cuntal sheath. The motion sent erotic thrills sparking through her body. Burt dropped his hand from the blade, motioning his buddy to come forward.
"Hey, man, let's fuck this bitch in the ass. You do it while I jerk off and play with her pussy. She's gonna have a heavy lesson today, a real heavy lesson." He narrowed his eyes and grinned at her with that hellish smile of his.
"No, no, not there! What are you talking about?" Ellen groaned, feeling Jack untie the rope binding her body to the motorcycle.
Burt moved carefully back, his hand on the knife handle while Jack pushed her away from the motorcycle and bent her slightly forward. In a moment she heard the familiar sound of a zipper opening and cloth rubbing over flesh. Then Jack's hands were spreading open her ass-cheeks, halving her easily while his cockmeat slipped up her asscrack.
"You kept wantin' to fuck your asshole onto that bike handle. Well, now you're gonna get it-in spades, baby. You're gonna have of Jack shovin' his prick up there while I take care of that pussy. Man, oh man, you're so hot you could fry up a couple of hot cocks there. You just have to worry not to melt the steel before you cum, baby."
Burt's words bit into her pride, making her groan as she felt his cockhead pushing against the wrinkled pink flesh of her shitterlips. He slid his fingers down around the inner curves of her asscheeks, spreading them even wider while grunting like a pig behind her. There was the touch of his cockhead against the warm meat of her hot asshole. She had had it there once before from her late husband, and she knew she could take it. But it would hurt, hurt her terribly as it had pained her years ago.
Then Ellen felt his cock pressing even harder, stretching her shitter ring while his thumbnails sliced into her white flesh. She wanted to cry out, to roll her hips around at least to make it easier. But Burt's hold on her cunt was paralyzing. She didn't dare move one single inch.
"Yeah, that's right, keep it steady, keep it still," Jack murmured, holding both hands against her asscheeks.
"Owww! Oh, you're ... you're hurting me!"
"You in yet? Come on, man, I wanna finish with this bitch. Wanna see 'er cum with this knife," Burt said impatiently, stroking up his cock while starting to move the knife. Ellen groaned, wondering if she would live through this horror, a terror she never could have anticipated.
CHAPTER TWO
"Now, don't that feel good? I mean, havin' two studs fuckin' your brains out? Baby, you ain't never had it this good, I'll bet."
Ellen admitted to herself he might have been right, but she would have rather have had that knife cut her to ribbons than admit to something like that.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"
The woman was grunting in time to the rushed attacks of his cock on her ass. Jack was playing with her, fitting his cock into her asshole, then twisting his hips around, working it slowly, reamingly in. The knife was wiggling in her cunt. Ellen cried out, not able to stand still against the battering of Jack's cock against her ass-ring.
"Ram it in, man! Come on, give it to the bitch! Make 'er feel that cock in her asshole!"
Ellen strained to make her shitter bigger. She concentrated on relaxing, on anything she could think of to make the asshole-fuck as painless as possible. Jack leaned over her, his fingers gripping her jutting hipbones while his knees pressed against the backs of her legs. He was going to go for it now, go all the way, shove his prick into her shitter while holding tight onto her body.
Ellen wanted to cry out as she felt her asshole opening slowly, that long thick piece of cock-meat squeezing into her bowels. It hurt, the pain radiating to the outer curves of her asshole and making her belly muscles get hard and cramped.
Then a thought occurred to Ellen, one that froze her blood still. There might not be enough room for the knife and Jack's cock to fit together at the same time in her body. He might stretch her shitter so tight the knife would be cutting into her cunt before long.
Ellen screamed again, shaking her head from side to side as she felt her cunt and asshole tighten. Jack's cock was churning in her ass like a huge lump of shit, the pain in her violated shitter aching down the backs of her legs and cramping her thighs. Tears ran from her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks as she stood there enduring this horrid double fuck. Jack was riding her, riding her like some loathesome coupling beast while Burt kept the blade in her pussy. Again, the woman screamed. Jack was heaving his hips back and forth now, having buried most of his cock in the hot, moist meat of her bowels.
Ellen opened her mouth and sucked in air in raspy gasps, her lungs burning from the effort. She felt stretched so far she thought her asshole would certainly tear from the pounding, fucking abuse. "Ohhhhh!"
"Go on, bitch!" Burt said, grabbing a fistful of hair and jerking her face up. "Come on, tell him how much you wanna feel that cock in your ass! It kinda turns us on when you let us know we're doin' a good job." His spit sprayed against her face.
"No, no, you bastards! Let me go! I'm not having a good time! Ooooooh!" "Liar!"
Burt smacked her hard across the face with his free hand, his knuckles bruising her cheeks and nearly dislocating her jaw.
Ellen screamed from the stinging blow, her body threatening to fall from the force of the slap. She maintained her balance, staring through her hair at her tormentors. The one thing she couldn't ignore was the. hot cock in her ass running in and out, lancing her shitter. Her asscheeks squeezed tight, gripping Jack's fat cock as it charged in and out, in and out. Each in-stroke was different. At times he burrowed in her like a rutting beast. While at others he moved more slowly, rotating his hips, moving his cock around and around in her bowels until Ellen cried out again.
"Ohhhhh!"
How that stretching and relaxing of her ass drove her mad! The knife was playing against the inside of her cunt, the blade pressing into her pussy-walls and making the woman shiver with fear. And now she was feeling something else! The first hot stings of climax shuddering through her cunt! Fucked in her ass and her cunt, Ellen felt herself starting to cum against that tearing knife. She couldn't hold still now. She just couldn't!
Ellen moved her hips and jerked her cunt up and down the slithery blade of the knife. She felt her pussy walls clinging to the cutting steel. They slithered up and down, nearly jerking the handle from Burt's grip.
"Oooooh, ohhhhhhh!"
Ellen cinched her eyes shut, opening her mouth and letting out her howls of delight. Her knees trembled again as she came harder now. Sensations raced through her body, making her twist and jerk and rut up against the steel. She was fucking herself on the knife and she didn't care. She just didn't care what was happening as long as those delightful stinging blows of climax continued to rack through her pussy.
And then it was over. When Burt pulled the knife from her cunt the relief was so staggering Ellen couldn't control her feelings. She sobbed, her arms hurting from having been pulled so tight behind her back. Ellen's asshole squeezed down, gripping Jack's cock with full power, nearly wrenching it off.
Jack responded by cumming with incredible violence. Now, with the knife out, he gripped her tits, squeezing her nipples until Ellen thought he was going to tear them off. She snapped her head back like a rearing mare and screamed while his fingers crushed her hard, rubbery tit-tips. His belly slapped wildly against her asscheeks, making them jiggle against his groin while his cock tunneled all the way into her bowels. His cock stabbed deep, deep, before it finally frothed into her like an erupting volcano.
"Uhhhh, baby, hot ass ... nice hot, suckin' ass you got!" Jack groaned.
"Noooooooooooo!"
Ellen felt her shitter still wrenching at his fucking prick, her toes curling as his prick sent streamers of hot cum into her asshole. Ellen cried out again, feeling she would surely fall. Slumping backward against Jack's body, the woman pumped her ass from side to side, her ass-ring milking at his shooting prick.
Jack bit the nape of her neck, nearly breaking through her skin as he fucked savagely down deep into her asshole. Ellen had no idea how long this lasted. When he was through, she thought she would fall to the floor, a crumpled heap, if it weren't for Jack's strong arms holding her.
"Bitch!"
Finally he was through. He let go- and stepped back, pulling his cock out with one pull. Groaning, the woman felt her knees buckling. The strength had long since gone from them. With a cry she slumped to the floor while the rope still held her wrists together. She twitched as she felt the hot cum oozing from her asshole. It was a slimy, uncomfortable feeling. She wished she could pull her arms free and rush from the house, someplace where she would be safe and clean and warm.
"Get up!" Burt said, kicking her in the belly.
He knocked the wind from her as the tip of his black engineering boots bruised her stomach. Ellen rolled onto her belly, drawing her knees up, her ass high in the air. Burt slapped her hard across her asscheeks, making the woman scream and babble with the blow.
"Up! Fast!"
Ellen shook the drowsiness from her brain, clearing the fog quickly. This was no time to be slothful. They were barking orders at her, kicking her, slapping her. The men hadn't finished with her yet. She would have to play their horrible game until they were tired of her.
"I haven't made it yet, and it's my turn now," Burt said, keeping the knife out while moving around behind her.
Ellen followed with her eyes, not trusting Burt to be out of her sight. In a moment she felt one hand resting on the round hump of her ass, kneading her asscheeks softly and gently, almost lovingly.
"Jack had a good time with that ass. I saw you shovin' back and forth, like you couldn't decide which was better, this or his dick," Burt said, holding the juice-slimed blade in front of Ellen.
She winced, turning away from the knife. "Please, let me go!"
"Not so fast, baby. " Burt gets off before anybody leaves."
"Don't!"
One hard finger was playing with her pussy, sliding in easily over the cum still dribbling from her fuck-slot. It was as if she had been given some disgusting enema and now was about to get another one. She hadn't seen how big Jack's cock was, but she guessed Burt's was quite a bit larger.
"Now, we're gonna add something to this that's gonna make it more interesting to be fucked back there. You already got it once, so I'm not gonna make it the same. No sense in being borin', right?"
"Please, anything, I'll do anything, but don't .. , don't fuck me again back there!" she begged.
Burt ignored her, one hand between her thighs and spreading her legs apart. He told her to start walking, making her waddle while a finger jabbed roughly up into her hot wet cunt. It was happening all over again, that tight itchy feeling that heated her pussy up. It was indecent, horrible to be treated like this. But then again the simple act of waddling around the garage, his hand sending thrills rushing through her pussy, was unbelievable.
Then his fingers slid back up between the soft, puffy lips of her cunt. Ellen felt her pussy moistening with need. But the big biker had other plans.
"Yeah, your turn now."
He moved the finger from her cunt, sliding it around and sticking it right up her asshole to the second joint. Ellen grunted, feeling that hot poker lancing into her ass and ripping it open.
The woman was nearly to the garage walk door when Burt told her to turn around and the other way.
She did as she was told, making the turn and starting back toward the motorcycle and Jack, who was watching with amazement.
Then Burt did the most extraordinary thing. He swung up on her back like a monkey, his knees gripping the blonde's wide hips. In a second his cock was slipping into her ass, riding in on the coating of cum-slime deposited there earlier by Jack.
"No, no, uhhhhh, oh God!"
The weight of his big body against hers made her knees buckle. Her cheeks puffed out with the effort of carrying the two of them while she strained to remain standing. She waddled, her knees bending as adrenalin pumped through her body.
Burt threatened her with the knife more than once if she stopped or dropped him to the floor. Jack laughed like a hyena, pointing to her as his long, thick cock rammed into her again and again.
She would have felt the pain and distention a good deal more, but the effort needed to keep Burt on her back took away some of the agony biting in her ass. Burt smiled as the muscles in Ellen's ass pulled and squeezed and massaged his prick in her hot, squishy asshole. At eachstep, Ellen's round asscheeks lifted and dropped like a pair of white globes.
Burt's cock slipped in and out, in and out, rasping through her shitter until the woman thought she would go mad with the sensation. She was being fucked in the ass once more, split in two by a mammoth cock while lightning bolts of joy pierced her clit and made her shiver against the man riding her.
"Go for it, Burt! Man, she's a good horse! She could carry a hell of a lotta guys on her back and fuck 'em at the same time."
Dully, Ellen stared ahead of her, her eyes glazed over, her asshole on fire from the fast friction of his cock. The woman stopped, her knees buckling more and more. How her shoulders ached from the effort of carrying Burt around in that filthy garage!
"Move it, bitch! Move it, or I'm gonna slice up that fuckin' throat!"
For emphasis, he flashed the knife out once more, bringing one cutting edge up against her windpipe. Ellen felt the steel against her throat, but nothing could make her do any more. She was physically exhausted, her muscles aching while her joints throbbed from the agony of carrying the big biker.
"I can't . . . can't go on any more!" she sobbed, falling to the floor and carrying Burt with her.
At any second, Ellen expected to feel the cutting edge of the blade slice through her neck like a knife through melted butter. But instead there was only the sound of his wheezing gasps behind her as she kept fucking his prick into her asshole. They were on their sides now, writhing around in the filth and grease on the garage floor.
Ellen heard something clank to the floor. His knife. He had forgotten about threatening her with it now, preferring to ram her ass with his prickmeat faster and faster until she thought someone had poured burning gasoline on her shitter. They squirmed again toward the bike, his fucking blows knocking her against the motorcycle. Her ankles struck the front wheel, nearly knocking the bike over. Jack rushed over and steadied the cycle while Burt made her heave her hips back and forth. She felt her climax rising once more while her asshole glided up and down, up and down against his big hunk of cockmeat.
"Uh! Uh! Ohhhhh!"
Yet at the same time, it was turning her on more and more. Fucked in the ass! Twice fucked the ass! Each twist sent spicy sensations racing into her clit, making that little trigger spark and explode with wild delight. She couldn't hold it back from the men any longer. They saw her rutting and loved watching her pitch and toss under their torture.
Ellen moved around faster now, Burt's fingers strumming around her cunt, pinching her clit. He was making her feel everything at once, she guessed, wanting her to have a massive climax against his cock. Male ego. He wanted her to cum harder than she had with Jack.
"Oooooooooooooooh!"
"That's it, bitch! Come on, work it out! Work that cunt against my fingers while I fuck that bitchin' ass until it blows, man! Gonna make you blow big!"
Burt's eyes were wide as his hips pile drove against her widening, burning shitter.
"No, Noooo!"
Grease clung to her body as they writhed over the garage floor. His fingers moving around in her pussy created a wild joy of their own, a joy that took Ellen's breath away. She was hanging there, she felt, hanging in mid-air while the wild man behind her was tearing her ass open with his cock. More. She wanted more, just as she had wanted more with Jack fucking her the last time and that knife threatening to tear her open.
She could feel the agonizing itch around her clit growing more and more intense while the big stud behind her stopped for a moment, his body shaking against hers. Harder! Faster! She thought, squeezing her ass-ring against his cock while pumping her hips back and forth.
"Christ! The bitch's goin' wild!" Burt gasped, shaking the sweat from his forehead and starting to fuck his prick in hard.
"Yeah, go for it, man! Cum, shoot it up in her asshole the way I did!"
Ellen wanted it too. She thought Jack was speaking for her when she felt Burt's clutching, grabbing fingers tearing at her flesh. She could feel his cock swelling, ballooning out in her asshole while his feet and knees sent her rolling against the bike again and again. Then her orgasm exploded, gushing out the juices in her asshole, tearing through the panting woman.
"Ooooooooooooh! "
Burt had wanted her to have an enormous climax, and as usual the biker got what he wanted. All along the full length of her cunt-slit Ellen felt her pussy explode, her cunt-muscles twitching and grasping at his fingers while pussy-juice splashed down her thighs.
Screaming, not holding back any more, Ellen felt herself become one big Cumming, milking cunt as another prick fire hosed its cum deep in her bowels. She fell into a semi-faint, the world blacking out around her as the universe seemed to crash into her cunt. It was wonderful, wild, a marvelous thing that she came that hard. The last thing Ellen remembered was the feel of his cock sending out more streamers of jizz.
Ellen had no idea how long she had been unconscious. When she awoke, the woman knew she was still tied up. Her fingers were icy while her wrists burned from the constant tightness of the rope holding them together.
Ellen blinked her eyes open. Burt was there alone, drinking a can of beer, one leg on the front wheel of the motorcycle. At least they hadn't roped her back to the bike. She lay on her right side, her knees drawn up to her tits.
Noticing her awake, Burt pulled his leg down from the wheel, holding the beer can over her bead then tilting it so some of the cold yellow liquid spattered over her flesh. The chill was painful. Ellen let out a tiny cry, jerking her knees up against her tits.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" she dared ask.
"That," Burt said with a shrug, "that's some-thin' we gotta figure out. Gonna wanna know about this guy you're watchin'."
Ellen's heart sank. Never, never had she thought it would all come to this.
CHAPTER THREE
"I ... I don't think I like this place, Bobby. It's so . . . creepy!"
Cindy Sorenson had one hand up to her throat, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of her white cotton blouse. They were outside a big old house in front of the garage her mother was in.
"I was here before. Nobody's around, except there," he said, pointing one finger at two houses dimly lit.
"But-"
"Wetbacks. They're not gonna do anything. Come on, you wanted to party, didn't you?"
"Sure! I mean, that's why I came out here with you," Cindy chirped, feeling less brave as the seconds ticked by.
"Then let's go. It's all okay, I promise," Bobby said, smoothing his fingers through his long black hair.
He was such a nice-looking guy, one of the ones she and her girlfriend had targeted as a little rowdy but possibly more fun than the snobby upper middle-class boys they knew. Right away, Bobby had taken to her, carrying her books at times, even treating her to a sundae or two. Her mother, she knew, disapproved immediately of the boy.
That only made Cindy more determined than ever to make Bobby her boyfriend, her steady. Her constant companionship with him not only shocked her mother but alienated some of her friends at school, all of them shaking their heads and wondering just how far she would go with this game. But soon after their first kiss, Cindy realized it was more for her than a game. She really began to like Bobby a lot, and wanted to spend more time with him, do more with him.
There started up a special vibration between the two of them. She knew just what that connection was-fucking. She had hardly been kissed, and now she wanted to do something with this vital, big young stud.
"But, what if somebody comes in and finds us and..."
Cindy shook the loose hair from her eyes. She was nervous, this being her first time. She didn't want to go through with it, and yet something was pushing her forward.
"Nobody's gonna come in. I checked it out myself an hour ago. It's okay."
Cindy moved along reluctantly. They had kissed once that night-a hurried, dry brushing of lips. Cindy would have liked to have kissed longer, but she wasn't sure if that would put her in the category of tramp or not. Certainly going with him to this house to-to fuck put her far from the category of virgin.
"I've got the key here somewhere. My dad gave it to me."
"Your father?" Cindy asked, her eyes widening with surprise.
They were standing on the sidewalk now while Bobby worked his fingers into his pants pockets.
"Yeah. He owns this property. That's why I thought about it when I called you. Sure's good your mom shot out for a while. Lucky, huh?"
"Sure, yeah."
Where was her mother? When Bobby had called, she thought she had heard her mother pick up the extension and listen in. But then she had raced out of the house, saying something about getting more food for dinner or something.
Cindy had left a noncommittal note on the dining room table, saying she was going off to the library for a while, and would be back before ten.
She followed Bobby into the large damp house, feeling her flesh tingle. She paused in the darkness, Bobby bumping into her purposely. In a moment she felt his hand touching her waist, her shoulder, turning her. She tilted her face up, parting her lips and licking them an instant before his mouth came down on hers.
"Ummmmmmm!"
It was good, real good feeling that touch. She groaned into his mouth, curving her body against his chest and belly. Her thighs felt warm and tingly where his crotch was.
Cindy groaned again, feeling the stiff swelling of his cock pushing outward. A hot thrill flashed over her skin. She left her hip there where his cock was growing, moving it slightly and cinching her slender arms around his neck.
Bobby searched her lips with the tip of his tongue. He was teasing her, playing her like some instrument, holding back for the right moment when he would overwhelm her with his masculinity.
"There's lots of stuff around here. Some old furniture. You wanna sit down?"
"I ... I don't know what I want," Cindy said coyly.
And then the blonde teenager let him have her mouth again, opening it wide. The daring of it, the touch of his tongue as it searched deeper caused a ripple of feverish tingles to race over her skin. Just when he was pulling her tighter against him she teased her mouth away.
"I . . . I feel funny all over, Bobby. I don't know if this is right. I mean . . . I know, why I came here, but now I'm not so sure."
He sighed, pressing his forehead against hers, and held her more tightly than ever.
"Don't gimme that, Cindy. You came here and you knew what you wanted, just like I did," he panted, kissing her on the throat.
"It's just that I'm so scared," she said, clinging to him.
"I want you bad, real bad," he said, his hands moving around her.
Cindy couldn't tell up from down. She felt his fingers working about, pulling at her skirt, and in a moment she felt it puddling around her ankles. He smoothed her blouse back over her thin shoulders and it dropped too. She caught his wrist when he touched her panties.
"Leave 'em on, please ... "
"But..."
"Please!"
She unzipped his fly to quiet his protest. Bobby groaned as she pushed his pants down over his hips. Her fingers were trembling again. Hesitating an inch from his shorts, she thought it might be too much. Cindy couldn't bring herself to undress a man, to actually yank down his underwear.
Bobby saw her hesitation and did it for her, making her hear the quick rub of cotton over his thighs. Cindy couldn't bring herself to look down. Something very hot touched the nylon front of her panties. Bobby hugged her body close and she felt the thick shaft of his cock then. A cock! A man's prick! Actually rubbing against her panty crotch! It was too much. "No, Bobby! I don't wanna do this! You can't make me!" she cried, pushing herself away from him.
Stooping, she picked up her clothes and rushed toward the door, feeling as if the room were spinning about her. She would make him take her home. If he didn't she'd walk home and never see him again. She didn't care what he thought about her.
"You're not going to go anywhere," Bobby said, his voice cold, antagonistic. Just the sound of it made her blood run cold.
"What?"
"You don't work me up, then let me hang there like some kind of monkey. You wanna get fucked, you're gonna get fucked, whether you like it or not."
Cindy's mouth dropped open, her eyes wide with terror as she saw Bobby lurch for her. His fingers gripped her wrists before she had a chance to get away. He pulled her roughly from the door, her feet tangling with one another while her clothes fell to the floor. She banged one knee against something, some piece of furniture. It was so dark in here she could hardly see.
"I lied to you. My dad not only owns this place, he lives here . . . with me," Bobby said, gathering strands of her hair in his fingers and tugging back hard.
"Owwww!"
Cindy shrieked, the pain of his attack both frightening and agonizing. Her feet slipped along the floor as he dragged her back. Now one hand encircled her neck, choking down hard, cutting the air from her lungs while he pulled her across the wide living room. Cindy couldn't scream, the pressure of his arm against her windpipe making any kind of sound impossible. She kicked out one leg, striking something solid that made her cry out.
When Cindy tried once more to wriggle free, Bobby tightened his grip on her neck, suddenly dropping her then from him and spinning her about.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
She screamed out dully as the stud's fist struck her across the right side of her face. Stars exploded behind her eyes while the stinging sensation of his hand across her cheeks brought hot tears. She fell to one side, her knees buckling. There was something soft she thought was a sofa. Covering her face with one hand, she searched wildly around for something she could use to defend herself with.
"My old man and my uncle and me got this place. You're gonna dig it real good here," Bobby said, drawing one hand over his lips as he stood there half-naked, peering down at her.
"No, no. Please, I'm sorry!" Cindy whispered, her voice tight and thin as she stared helplessly up at him. "I promise, I won't tell anyone, I won't!"
"You won't have to. When you get through here you're gonna wanna come back. That's what happens all the time, trust me."
No. Never! She would never want to come back to him, not now that she learned what he was doing. The couch sagged next to her as Bobby sat down, one hand gripping her throat once more and forcing her into the cushion. The sensation of his fingers tightening around her throat told Cindy she had better obey him, at least for now. His other hand was rummaging around her panties, tearing at the nylon material. There was a ripping sound, then the feel of the garment sliding down her thighs and over her ankles. Slipping one finger now between her bra cups, Bobby pulled down, forcing her tits out.
"Yeah, nice tits! Nice everything!"
Bobby moved his left hand back down to her naked cunt, tugging on her cuntal hairs, pulling at them until Cindy screamed with the pain. "OOOOOwooww-w no, no, no!"
Panic gripped her. He was playing games with her, teasing her, kneading her flesh into little balls, pinching them in his fingers.
Cindy whimpered, wishing he would take his hand from her throat and let her breathe. He was stripping the rest of the way now, keeping on his cotton t-shirt while sliding off his boots, Levi's and jockey shorts. She saw something very big and long bobbing out from his briefs and shuddered. Something had told her Bobby was big, and this confirmed it.
"You a virgin, baby? You wanna get poked for the first time good and hard?"
"No, NOOOOOOO!"
He was letting her breathe, letting her moan while he worked two fingers into her cuntslit. She bucked against his wriggling digits, then stiffened as she felt a sharp, burning pain. The farther he pressed in, the more it hurt. Cindy quickly felt the pain shoot beyond excruciating. It was sheer agony, the kind that made men and women scream.
Then his fingers tore through the part of her body that hurt so. She shrieked and shouted, her body jerking violently against the back of the couch.
"Man, oh man, you're a fuckin' virgin! That's the end, baby! Thought you'd been around. No wonder you were so fuckin' freaked.''
"Now you know, so lemme go!" she sobbed, feeling his fingers sliding obscenely in her pussy, moving down to the inner depths of her cunt. The sensation, the feel of those digits playing down where they shouldn't brought more sensations of racing delight through her pussy. "No, take them out! Please, don't touch me like that, don't . . . don't fuck me!"
"Man, finally made the princess say the dirty word!" Bobby said with a sneer, pulling at some of her cuntal hairs again and enjoying her squeal. "Now just shut the fuck up and you'll have a ball, just like I plan to."
"No, oh no!"
Cindy's voice died as she pressed her face into the pillow and sobbed freely. She cried, her face flushed as she felt him reaming her out with his fingers. She thought he had three in there, three digits, all of them twisting and turning as if they were some sort of drill.
Cindy knew what he was doing-getting her ready for his cock, getting her cunt hot and primed and greased for that fat long prick she'd seen hanging from between his muscular legs. The thought of that thing squeezing into her made the girl shiver with horror.
Cindy twitched, jerking forward a little and raising her smooth white asscheeks as Bobby jerked out his middle forefinger, flicking the tip around her quivering clit. He was teasing it along the edges of her soft cunt, his long middle finger continuing its maddening, tickling trip against the growing bud of her sex nerve center.
Cindy groaned long and loud, working her fingers against the pillow, clutching at the dirty soft material while she breathed in the dusty air around her. Then his working finger found its way back along the slick length of her narrow cunt-slit, moving around and around as before, trying to widen the entryway.
"Not again, not again!" she panted, sobbing afresh as his finger fucked in and down.
"Gonna go in now, baby, gonna give you that fuck you been prayin' for for a long time."
"No, not true, not . . . owwwww!"
Cindy stiffened, her muscles hardening like steel while she suddenly became terribly alert to everything around her. She was going to get fucked. He was going to slip his cock into her, fuck her with that long killing thing that stood straight out from his hairy groin. The blonde teen hugged her elbows in more tightly, grip-ping the pillow as if that would somehow prevent him from fucking her. Thank goodness, she thought, that the finger fucking seemed to make her cunt wet down a little more. That would make it far easier for him to fuck her.
"Goin' . . . in!"
The young teen yelped, jerking her ass up and down, bobbing it, feeling her asscheeks rubbing up against his hairy lower belly. Bobby rested, then shoved in and down once more, his fingers hooked around her hipbones. He was fucking her doggie-style, drawing his knees up against hers, reaching down now with his fingers and searching for her tits. He found her hard-nippled tit-tips, pinching them and rolling them around until Cindy found herself grunting and growling like a kicked mongrel dog.
"Knew you'd get into it. Most of 'em do, once you start fuckin'!" Bobby panted.
Cindy shuddered as the huge mass of his stiff cock started rodding its way up into her. Her legs cramped while her arms spasmed. Bobby was groaning behind her, still pinching her flesh, still slapping her asscheeks hard while swearing at her, calling her terrible, filthy names. Her cunt tightened hard, squeezing his cock so much she heard his breath catch.
Bobby only gripped her harder, pushing down, down until his prick drove through her taut cunt-muscle. Cindy shrieked, feeling as if he were tearing the flesh from her body, ripping her in two as he pushed finally the full length of his cock into her body.
"Man, oh man!" Bobby growled, shaking the sweat from his forehead, then getting another good grip on the teen before fucking her in earnest.
"Uh! Uhhh!"
There was no mercy now. He was fucking her harder, harder, his prick tearing through her pussy, frictioning her clit until she swore the tiny bud of flesh was on fire. In a moment Cindy found herself moving her ass from side to side, helping in the fucking, forcing his cock to stir around inside her pussy and touch everything down there. Her thighs spread farther apart while Bobby forced her to keep her ass up in the air, his fingers pinching her flesh until she squealed like a stuck pig.
And then Cindy was going wild with sensation. She gasped in more air, feeling his fingers once more playing with her tits, kneading her soft white flesh, pinching her nipples. His fuck-thrusts were pushing her head again and again into the pillow while her body shuddered with each of his ramming thrusts. Sighing with mounting lust, she felt her body shivering as her ass ground against his belly.
Bobby growled and gasped, and then hot jism suddenly started jetting into her sucking cunt. Fucked! Fucked all the way! And now she was feeling this splashing jizz jetting into her, wetting her down, the hot squirmy liquid blasted all the way into her. Cindy felt it completely, her body going into spasms of wild need. She screamed, her shrieks mixing with Bobby's grunts as he collapsed on top of her and held her the way a dog holds his bitch. Yes, that's what she was, his bitch, his whore, having given up her cunt to him, having lost her innocence to this near-stranger. Oh God in heaven, what would he do next?
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby wouldn't let her go. He told her as much after having raped her.
As she lay there prone on the couch, groaning in defeat, Cindy felt him putting something tight around her mouth, stuffing the soft material past her front teeth and shoving it down into her throat. His jockey shorts! She could taste the muskiness of his cock and balls, swallowing the strange-tasting mixture with a heady gulp. He had ordered her to be still and there was every reason for her to obey.
Taping the shorts securely in her mouth with two rounds of inch-wide black electrician's tape, he bound her wrists together with a double figure eight. Cindy grunted when Bobby pulled her from the couch.
"Get goin', baby. You're gonna be entertain-in' us tonight. Just peeked through the window and saw the lights on in the garage. Dad's busy with somethin' in there-probably workin' on his fuckin' car. Move it, Cindy. He's gonna like seein' somethin' like this."
The blonde teen whimpered through the cotton shorts, biting her teeth against them while stumbling through the kitchen and out the back door. From the corner of her eye Cindy thought she spotted her mother's car parked halfway down the street, but that was impossible.
She shuffled across the grass, picking her way carefully through the overturned cans and broken glass poking up from the weeds. In the near distance she could hear Latino music drifting through the air.
"Hey, Pop, got somethin' here for us to play with. Uncle Jack in there too?"
The front door eased open with a creak. Burt crawled out from under and eyed the young girl with admiration.
"Better bring the bitch inside," he said. "I got somebody in the coffin, so don't drop 'er in there. We'll have some fun with both cunts."
The coffin? Cindy blinked in the bright yellowish light burning overhead. She eyed Burt, then saw another man standing over what appeared to be a long oaken box. There were several holes in it, wires leading from them to a small gray box the girl assumed was a generator. A lilting hum filled the room, mixed with muffled screams she could hear coming from the coffin.
"You fucked her?"
"Sure did," Bobby said proudly, narrowing his eyes and slapping Cindy on the ass.
She squealed through the gag, trying to jerk her wrists apart, but finding the rope far too strong and unyielding.
"She was a virgin! A fuckin' virgin! Can you believe that? Man, her age and still cherry�least ways, was till I got through pokin"er!"
"Too bad. Haven't fucked cherry for a long time. Well, she's got plenty spunk left in 'er yet. Turn up the juice and let this bitch here know what's in store for her."
Jack nodded, one finger twisting a dial on the front of the gray box. Almost immediately Cindy could hear muffled yammering, the shrieks piercing through the night air while what sounded like fists pounded against the wood. The heart-rending screams terrified Cindy. Suddenly, her self-control failed and she started pissing herself, the yellow fluid trickling from her cunt-hole and rushing down her inner thighs. Burt noticed at once and laughed while Jack concentrated on the generator.
"Okay, that's enough. Don't wanna fry the cunt up-yet."
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
There was something about that last groan, something that made Cindy's ears perk up. She stared at the box, almost willing her eyesight to penetrate the dark-brown wood. Who was in there? What unfortunate woman had the same bad luck as she and wound up their prisoners? The hum of the gray generator told Cindy all wasn't over for the woman.
"Let's get 'er in the stocks and see what she can do," Burt said after pausing for a moment, thoughtfully scratching his chin.
"I'll handle her," Bobby said, putting up a restraining hand.
Cindy felt herself being led around the motorcycle to the right side of the double garage. There were so many things thrown around in there-sawhorses, riding crops, various boxes and cabinets half opened and revealing strange-looking clamps. There near the side door stood what she immediately recognized as a pillory. The rotting wood had only two holes, however, both of them wide-apart and near the top. They had to be nearly four feet from the floor.
Burt watched with approval as his son forced Cindy to the ground with a thud. The girl was whimpering through the jockey shorts. Opening the hinged top of the pillory, the stud took her right leg, placing her ankle in the lower scoop, then doing the same thing with the left.
Cindy lay flat on her back, her shoulders aching against the cold, hard cement while Bobby clamped the top down, locking her ankles in the two holes at the top of the device.
"Dad. I need your help here," Bobby said.
"Sure, Son, we'll get this thing movin' in no time."
Cindy watched as Burt swaggered over, his cock pressing up against the front of his trousers. It looked larger than his son's. Cindy shuddered. What if he made her suck it or some-thing? He moved around her, sliding his bighands under her ass and picking her up from the floor until her legs were parallel to it.
Bobby was rattling around overhead, attaching two heavy-linked chains to two eyehooks screwed into the low overhead.
Following his movements carefully, Cindy watched as Bobby dropped the chains down. There it was, the block for her wrists. But it was portable, two pieces of hinged wood about three feet long with a hook screwed into each end. Without saying a word, Bobby opened the device and slipped Cindy's wrists through it, snapping it shut, then pushing it back until the splintery wood pressed against the back of her neck. The last thing he did was attach the over-head chains to the hook at each end of the portable pillory.
"Okay, let 'er go."
Burt stepped back, dropping his hands from Cindy's ass. She fell a few inches before the chains stiffened, rattling from the weight of her body. Her spine ached from the unnatural jolt while her ass hung there in mid-air.
Cindy bit down on the jockey shorts. Only moments ago she had been a respectable girl, never even dreaming a man would do something like this to another human being, let alone her.
But there she was, her legs thrust through the pillory, her ass dangling and prancing three feet from the floor, her spine bent so her wrists trapped her hands and the wood pushed her head uncomfortably forward. Her body was in an L-shape, the pressure against her thighs and spine increasing more and more as her muscles stretched.
"That's a pretty sight. Hey, Jack, too bad the bitch in the coffin can't see it. Give 'er more juice and make 'er feel wanted."
"Yaghghghhghhghhh!"
Ellen screamed the shrieks of the damned, her body twisting and writhing against the wood while she beat the sides of the coffin wildly with her hands. Unknown to her daughter, who hung there helplessly in chains, the woman bounced against the agonizing electrodes, fainting with exhaustion. There was another jolt, and finally her mind blanked out.
Jack turned down the voltage, unlocked the box and peered carefully in.
"She's out. Too bad. She's gonna come back though, and man, she's gonna be great when we get these two together. Get 'em to do some lesbo stuff, okay, Burt?"
"That's up to you. Right now we're gonna have some fun with this slut. So, you fucked my son, eh? She good and tight, boy?"
"Almost broke my cock fuckin' her. Told you, Dad, she was cherry when I tapped her. Man, there ain't nothin' tighter than that."
"We'll see about that. Bring the generator over here, Jack, and let's wire up the little bitch. Gonna see if she's as frisky as that whore in the box."
Cindy panicked. She had heard the poor woman screaming her brains out in the coffin each time Jack turned the switch on. She could well imagine the pain, the horror of electricity searing her body. She began to weep. She could remember how it had felt getting a little shock from the wall sockets. How much more potent this would be! And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Jack was rolling the small box toward her. She could see there were four wires in all, three of them with clamps at the end, one ending in a length of bare twisted copper. Perspiration dotted her forehead as she saw Bobby pick up one wire and his father another, each one examining the clamp at the end and its connection to the main machine. Jack leaned heavily against the generator, resting his chin on his folded hands and staring almost puckishly at the hanging Cindy. How she hated his look of triumph, his glare of superiority while she hung there helpless in her chains!
"Uh!"
So caught up in her hatred was she that Cindy failed to see Bobby move the clamp up to her right tit, opening the small device then letting the jagged metal teeth clamp down over her nipple. She felt the tiny fangs biting into her tender flesh and she jerked away, banging her body against the pillory.
"Now this one to even it up, to give a perfect flow into her tits," Burt said, letting the clamp snap shut against her left nipple.
Cindy wished she could tell herself nothing was happening. She wished she could tell herself she was a block of wood. But she couldn't deny the warm, tight, undulating feeling starting up in her cunt once more. She was getting going again, feeling the juices starting to flow while Bobby took the third clamp and moved in front of her. He leaned over the pillory, opened the small little clamp and slid it up to her clit. She yelped through the cotton gag, her eyes staring while juice flowed freely from her pussy.
"Damned greasy down here with her cunt creamin' this way, Dad. She's hotter'n a hound already, and we ain't even given her the juice yet! Christ almighty, she's gonna cum 'er brains out in a sec."
"Pretty fuckin' young to be that hot, boy. You found yourself a good bitch, somethin' to keep around even after we're through with her here. Gotta make sure this one don't get away."
There was the last wire, the one with no clamp and the long portion of bare copper. She knew where it was going to go. She saw it in Bobby's eyes, in Burt's smile, in Jack's hellish grin. Bobby took it, unraveling the black wire, then he stepped around behind her. He had the wire by the insulated end, tickling her right thigh with it, then drawing it along until it was brushing up and down against the inner curves of her ass-cheeks. Cindy cried out, her face flushing beet-red as she felt the stiff hurting wires scraping against her flesh. Her muscles strained against her skin, her asscheeks resembling two muscular fists riding up and down while the chains rattled overhead.
Bobby then moved the wire down until the bristling copper tip was poking teasingly against her asshole. She yelped through the cotton gag, her fingers curling and clawing against the wooden stock while her knees bent and her ankles scraped against the pillory.
Bending farther down, he reached around to her shitter, forcing it open, making the girl grunt and flinch as he slowly twisted the wire in, in, up into her guts. Cindy let out another howl, her ass-muscles working against the metal while her clit began to swell and throb against the biting, tight-fitting clamp. Her cuntlips grew wet and slick, her cunt-juice nearly dislodging the clamp.
"Stop teasin' 'er, Bobby. Let that thing rip and let's show the bitch a good time. Don't wanna be called inhospitable, do we?" Burt said with a wink, nodding in his brother's direction.
"Sure don't, Burt. Bet this little hellcat's gonna freak out when she feels the bite."
Cindy hung there, her ass shivering, goose-pimples breaking out on her asscheeks as she felt the cold copper wire scratching the slick lining of her bowels. The clamps on her nipples chewed excitingly into her sensitive flesh, making her tit-tips swell up even more and press against the tiny nibbling teeth.
But the most exciting of all was the clamp at the base of her clit, the small jagged fangs sinking into her slick lump of sex-flesh more and more as she hung there in the pillory.
Cindy felt a growing ache in her thighs and lower back from the hanging weight of her body. The humming of the small generator brought her back to reality. She could feel the clamps and the wire and wondered what it would be like when he started sending voltage through her. Cindy remembered the woman in the coffin, the shrieking sounds that ripped through the air and made her blood run cold. Would she scream as loudly? Was there that much pain? Perspiration flowed freely over her body, making the clamps move slickly over her nipples and clit while she hung there, waiting for the first jolt.
"Now!"
Cindy tensed herself, curling her fingers, scraping her nails over the wood. Turning her head, she saw the needles in the glass cover start to pulse, indicating current was about to flow.
"I . . . oh God!"
Cindy chewed into the cotton gag, the first pulse leaping into her nipples and clit and making her ass-muscles snap shut on the cold copper wire. She jerked, the chains rattling overhead The jolt was hardly strong enough to raise more gooseflesh, but it was there, there to make itself known.
Cindy began to squirm, working her ass in mid-air while her elbows drew more tightly to her sides. She wriggled her toes, taking notice of how the clamps seemed to be nibbling a little more angrily at her swelling nipples. Her long red tit-buds began to throb in time with the voltage, her rubbery tit-flesh swelling up against the tiny teeth while her clit started twitching and swelling. Pussy-juice flowed easily from her cunt, wetting down her blonde cuntal hairs and thighs.
Again, Cindy grunted, feeling her ass-muscles working against the wire shoved up into her bowels. It was a filthy, obscene reaction. Cindy moaned softly, working her tongue over the cotton. She could feel her excitement starting to grow as the current teased her cunt-flesh and tits.
"She's getting used to it. That's good. Come on, let's give the bitch some more. Don't want her disappointed," Burt suggested, nodding at Jack.
"Yeah, Dad," Bobby laughed. "I wanna see 'er bounce around. You should've seen the cunt twist when I stuck my cock in 'er. You're gonna like this."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Burt was right. She had been getting used to the feel of the current. But now the voltage took on a nasty, biting edge. Jack had turned the dial up to the next setting, watching with hungry, animal eyes as she jerked and twisted up against the restraining chains.
She felt her ass begin to tingle, while a fire began between her legs. Cindy tensed her thighs, her tendons ridging out while her knees jerked and trembled against the restraining pillory. She pitched her head forward, pressing her neck against the wood of the stock.
Opening her eyes, she looked pleadingly at Bobby. Certainly he must have had some pity on her. He had raped her, fucked her. Surely she did well at that fucking. Didn't he want to keep her as his own? Wouldn't he do anything to prevent her from being injured?
But the young man only smiled, watching as the electricity leaped through her body. She jerked again, biting down hard on the cotton shorts. Her forehead throbbed. Her tits jumped as she twisted around, the nipples becoming blood swollen. The muscles in her belly, thighs and arms knotted and cramped painfully.
"Another setting, Jack. I wanna see this little cunt jerk around on her string," Burt said, dropping one hand down to his crotch.
Cindy stared at the dial. She couldn't take more voltage. She just couldn't! She would die if they sent more electricity into her. But Jack's fingers gripped the dial and in another moment more electricity shot into Cindy's tits, cunt and asshole.
"Uhhfhfhhff! Agghxghghhhhh!"
Cindy snapped her head back against the stocks while she twisted her wrists around against the splintery openings. She felt as if she had been struck by a swinging baseball bat. A fist of air burst from her shitter, nearly dislodging the wire in her guts, while her nipples throbbed and pulsed itchingly, achingly. She felt herself losing control of her functions and worried she would shit on the floor.
Her tit-tips and cunt were being torn by fiery knives, while her flesh felt as if it were falling away from her bones. Cindy tried to scream, realizing now the horror and pain the woman in the coffin had endured. But her cries were choked behind the spit-soaked cotton briefs stuffed in her mouth. For a second, Cindy wished she could lose consciousness. But the electricity seemed to keep her alive and awake.
Her fluttering eyelids did not conceal from her that Jack's hand now reached for the dial yet again. Another setting, another notch upward. Cindy screamed, wondering when this horror would stop.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Yaghghghhghhfffff!"
This was real agony. The pain was like some enormous beast stalking and tearing through her insides. She could feel the current pushing through her body, making her bones ache, her joints throb as if they would explode. The buzzing sound inside her head turned into a roar. Cindy could hear nothing-nothing but that and her own muffled screams choked behind the filthy gag.
Her lips were purple and saliva ran down her chin. Cunt-juice flowed freely through her pussy-hair, drying on her rippling thighs as the electricity threatened to tear her apart.
"Eaghghghghghhhh!"
Cindy couldn't take much more. Surely her heart would burst, her body would disintegrate under all that strong voltage! As she jerked and shuddered against the chains, she could see that Burt, Jack and Bobby were all hot, ready to fuck her right there. It was only because she was electrified that no one touched her.
Then Jack turned the dial up all the way, step-ping back and watching as the girl's eyes bulged and threatened to pop from her head.
Cindy couldn't believe the human body could take that much pain and still survive. Her body was a writhing serpent, jerking up from the pillory, twisting down, puffing around against the chains while her head beat maniacally against the wooden frame. Every part of her body was in some grotesque movement, her hips rolling, her asscheeks jiggling while her tits slapped together, the force of the spasms threatened to dislodge the clamps.
Her muscles were spasming uncontrollably, her arms bulging and twitching while her belly continued to knot up in painful cramps. Cindy thought she would surely die trussed up there in that obscene position, her legs and arms held captive in the pillory.
"Turn it off. Let the bitch enjoy a little rest," Burt said hoarsely.
With a rapid hand movement, Jack turned the dial down to zero. Cindy screamed still, her teeth rattling in her head while her body still bounced and jerked on the chains. Burt reached around, jerking the pincers free, tearing at her swollen nipples, her cunt, her ass. Reaching around, he grabbed one end of the electrician's tape his son had used to hold in the gag. Cindy shrieked as she felt him tearing at her hair, pulling the tape from her head, and she let out the pent-up screaming she had been holding back.
"Eaghghhghghhhh! OOOOwwwwwww!"
It felt good to finally let it out, to feel the rush of air through her mouth as she screamed and screamed and screamed. Her clit was twitching, on the brink of orgasm. All that pain, all that agonizing voltage had brought her to the brink of climax. Cindy hung there, her cuntlips swollen open and hot, her clit so stiff she thought it would break off if someone were to touch it. She panted heavily, staring at the three men, appalled at her own sensations.
"Take 'er down, Son. I'm gonna try some of that cuntmeat you had," Burt said.
Cindy whimpered, feeling strong hands pulling at the chains above her, others cupping around her asscheeks and holding her firm until her ankles were freed from the pillory. It was Jack behind her, fingering her asscheeks, running his digits in her asscrack and toying with her shitter and pussy.
"Hey, man, she's tryin' to suck my finger in with her cunt. Christ! She's a hot little hellcat!"
Burt grabbed the girl and slapped her several times with the back of his hand while she cried hysterically. Shoving her back, he pushed her shoulders against the floor, spreading her clenched thighs apart with both knees. With his hands, he spread her cuntlips apart, feeling down deep with his fingers how hot and wet her pussy was.
"Yeah, baby, that's gonna be good! I can see what Bobby was talkin' about!" Burt said, pulling open his Levi's and taking out his cock.
Cindy peered down as his fat ten-inch cunt-splitter sprung out, his purple cockhead throbbing with lust. She cried out, her ankles kicking against his sides.
Burt wanted her down on the floor and told her as much when he brought his hand down hard against her left cheek, the slap nearly dislocating her shoulders. Sharply crying out, Cindy slumped to the floor. Burt crawled atop her and shoved his fat cock into her steamy cunt.
The girl screamed, curling her fingers into two fists and beating them against his chest. She had to do something, something that would show she had at least attempted some kind of resistance. Again, he threw her shoulders hard against the cold cement floor, her ass sliding over some filthy black grease.
The big stud held her tightly pinned with his prick, impaling her, fucking her with his big cock until Cindy began choking on her own cries. A mixed feeling of fear and delight soared through her.
Burt held her fast, his hands squeezing her tits while his hips drove rapidly, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sucking cunt. Cindy found herself grunting, her cries turning into something more sexual, less under her control. Hot physical excitement began to spread through her body as it twitched and jerked against the dirty floor.
Close to cumming, Burt brought one hand around, wrapping his fingers around her throat and squeezing down until he choked the air from her windpipe. She strangled, coughing and gagging while- feeling the heat in her crotch mounting against his raping prick.
Cindy brought her fingers up, scratching at his throat, tearing at the hands that threatened to kill her. Burt was staring at her, his eyes wide, his mouth half-opened while perspiration dripped from his forehead and splashed against her tits.
"NOOOOO!"
Cindy thought she would pass out when his fingers released their grip. Suddenly, like an exploding volcano, her humiliating climax erupted while Burt slammed down his groin and held it cemented to hers. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pumping jism while she came and came and came.
Burt squirmed on top of her, biting her neck, tearing at her long blonde hair with his teeth while his hands slapped hard against her shoulders. Cindy let out cries through her clenched teeth, feeling his jizz spattering against her cuntal walls. Oh! Oh, it was just as good as it had been with Bobby, perhaps even better.
The electricity had somehow tenderized her body, made it more sensitive, more receptive to the awesome force of her climax. She jerked under him, kicking out in all directions with both legs while still clawing against the big, raping man.
Her mouth felt as dry as her cunt was wet while her pussy throbbed so violently she could feel the vibrations in her asshole. She couldn't control herself. She could feel her clit throb again and again as the jizz oozed from her spread cunt and slicked down her thighs. Fucked! She had really been fucked this time, raped by that awful prick after having endured the pain inflicted upon her. Cindy sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder as the last of her orgasm flowed through her cunt.
"That's right, baby, cry it out. You deserve it after havin' cum that hard."
Burt shoved down, stiffened one more time, then pulled his dripping cock from her cunt. Cindy shivered, feeling her pussy trembling still. She sobbed, covering her face in shame. They had all seen her-Burt, Bobby, Jack. She had performed in front of them like some kind of circus freak. She had thought she would have a private evening with Bobby. They would make love gently, lovingly, a kind of religious experience. Instead, it had been an experience of hell. She had been led into this hellhole and had enjoyed it. Father and son had raped her. There was only Jack left, who, she was certain, would take his pleasure soon with her.
"Check on the cunt in the coffin. Don't want 'er suffocating," Burt said, nodding in the direction of the oak box.
Jack moved to the coffm while Bobby slipped around and slid his hands under Cindy's arms. She shuddered at the touch. An hour ago, she would have given anything to feel his fingers caressing her, touching her, making her feel so warm and safe. Now she shrank from his touch the way a prisoner would shrink from the touch of his executioner. Bobby laughed, pulling her up from the floor and forcing her to stand on her own.
Cindy shook the hair from her eyes, feeling a little unsteady. Her wrists and ankles hurt from the stocks and pillory, while her knees felt wobbly. Still, she felt surprisingly good. She was in one piece. They hadn't damaged anything, scarred anything. Peering down, Cindy noticed her nipples-long, red, thick, but unbruised.
Jack had been inspecting the coffin.
"She's awake, man. We're gonna have some fun with 'er. Maybe with both of 'em!"
He rubbed his crotch in heated anticipation.
"Maybe. But probably not tonight. I wanna find out more about that one in the coffin-what the fuck she was doin' sneakin' around here. I don't buy her story-leastways, not yet," Burt said, narrowing his eyes and looking meaningfully at his son.
"Something wrong, Dad?"
"Dunno. Maybe not. Might be interesting. Tell you more about it later. But let's get prissy miss over here for a sample of your uncle. It's not fair she should go home without having a taste of his dick, right?"
"No, no, no more! Oh please, no more!" she cried, her face reflecting the exhaustion and terror of her ordeal. She had been fucked nearly to death.
"Let's pop 'er in the sling, and I'll fuck 'er in the ass. I dig fuckin' broads in the shitter. Makes 'em know just where you want 'em. They don't give you any gaff the next time you want 'em to roll over and kick up them legs," Jack said.
Cindy looked at Jack in disbelieving horror. She couldn't fathom how a human being could be so brutal, so indifferent.
"We'll make it easier for you, baby. Don't worry, you don't have to watch," Burt said, motioning with one hand for Bobby to get something from one of the nearby cabinets.
The nightmare she seemed to be caught up in became worse and worse. Bobby returned with something that looked like a small harness. There was a broad strap with two smaller ones attached to it. A third leather strap with a buckle was attached to the bottom of these while what appeared to be a ball gag dangled from Bobby's other hand.
Cindy backed away, her eyes widening at what she saw. But Burt was holding her now, keeping her wrists in check while Bobby approached the teen and slipped the broad leather strap around her eyes.
Cindy shuddered, feeling its coarse touch over the top of her nose, against her forehead, and finally around her skull. He fastened it tightly, drawing the two smaller straps tight around either side of her nose and over her lips. The whole device was finally cinched tight to her head by the third strap and the buckle locked against her windpipe.
Cindy struggled against Burt, feeling his cock pressing up against her ass. Was he going to rape her again? He had said something about his brother Jack, something about having him fuck her in the ass. Her blood chilled as she felt some-thing pressing against her lips. It was the ball gag shoving against her front teeth. When Bobby threatened to break her jaw if she didn't open her mouth; Cindy parted her lips, gagging as she felt the filthy ball slipping into her mouth and down over her tongue. Cindy swallowed hard, her jaws aching while Bobby fixed the gag tightly around her cheekbones.
"Now she ain't gonna scream and yell when you stick that thing in her. Come on, get her over here."
Cindy felt herself being led in the direction of the coffin. They told her to bend over. She did, being forced even farther until her forehead was nearly touching her ankles.
Another strap, this one broader than the others, was brought around her chest, slipped about her legs, then drawn tightly, binding the upper part of her body with the lower.
Cindy felt the leather pressing against the soft spots behind her knees while Burt made certain the strap would hold. The last thing he did was jerk her hands behind her back, binding her wrists together with some leather thongs in a slip knot.
"Now, walk around, bitch."
He had to be crazy! It was impossible for her to move around this way. But when she felt his hands come down against her asscheeks, his fingers slapping her asscheeks smartly and making her jerk and shiver, Cindy did her best. She moved one foot tentatively, blindly in front of the other, her shoulders nearly scraping the floor. She concentrated very hard, trying to maintain her balance while the blood rushed to her head.
It was very hard to move this way, the strap around the backs of her legs making them very stiff. She could only take one step at a time, feeling her tits pillowing against her lower thighs.
More than once Cindy bit down against the latex ball in frustration and rage. Burt or someone was still slapping her hard against her ass, coaxing her on, urging her forward as if she were some beast of burden.
"Here!"
She stopped, breathing with difficulty. Bobby was doing something around her head, slipping a rope, she guessed, under the strap covering her eyes and pulling back. She rocked backward, nearly losing her balance. Then she felt someone else slipping straps around her ankles, tightening them quickly.
"Okay, we pull together, or she's gonna fall on her ass and be no good to nobody," Burt said.
There was a moment's pause. Then Cindy felt the straps around her ankles tighten suddenly, pinching the flesh as if she had stepped into some kind of jungle trap. Her feet were swept up from the floor high into the air, her body rolling back and threatening to slam down against the floor. Cindy screamed, her spit frothing up behind the ball and threatening to choke her.
Suddenly her head snapped back, the leather strap covering her eyes snuggling up hard against her forehead. The rope pulled taut, jerking her head up, keeping her body from rolling completely over and falling onto the floor. She was bouncing up there, one set of restraints keeping her feet high in the air, exposing both her cunt and shitter.
Cindy groaned, her ass swinging there back and forth, fear knifing through her. She couldn't see what they were going to do to her. God in heaven! At least if she could see she could prepare herself for the worst.
"Okay, Jack, come on, she's trussed and ready for you," she heard Burt say.
"Yeah, Uncle Jack, you're the only one who ain't tapped her."
"And I'll be damned if I'm gonna get sloppy seconds outta this one. Like I told you, I like 'em tight and clean."
Cindy's mind raced as she hung there, suspended by the ropes making her bound body a crooked V dangling over the floor. She heard scraping sounds. Jack seemed to be dragging something across the floor toward her. She remembered again his vow to have her in the ass and guessed she would soon be feeling his cock there. She knew how big Bobby's cock was and how big his father's cock had been. To have a cock that size rutting through her shitter-it made Cindy shiver. She could never survive that kind of rape.
"Christ, it's gonna feel good havin' something warm and tight up against my cock. Ain't had that kinda feelin' for a long time-'bout a week or so."
"NOOOOO!"
She felt his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her backward. Cindy groaned, her body swinging up against him. There was his blunt cockhead pressing against her virgin asshole, a cockhead Jack was determined to ram through her body.
Cindy shrieked through the gag, her head feeling as if it would blow apart. The girl screamed louder, her arms knotting up with tension and pain as Jack shoved his thick fuckrod up her ass.
The girl thought she would die, would split apart and die right there on the ropes. Her arms and legs spasmed as he drove his cock in, her asshole puckering inward, stretching and throbbing. The dull ache quickly turned into a concentrated sharp pain radiating to all parts of her body. Cindy thought she would faint, but the pain kept shocking her awake.
The tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole was growing worse and worse. It was like a huge rock, a boulder being shoved up her ass, pushed into her body, making her cry out as if someone were tearing her body in two with his bare hands.
"Uhfhhfhfhhfhffffff!"
What was worse, what was obscenely unbelievable was that her cunt was growing hot, was wanting to feel the slickness of Jack's cock too. She felt him letting go of her asscheeks, his fingers crawling like spiders over her ass then sliding down into her cunt. He could tell how hot she was. She heard him sigh with triumph, working his forgers in and out of her cunt-hole, thumbing her clit, then bending one digit and crushing the tiny lump of fuck-flesh under his jagged nail.
"Aiyueeyyeeeeeeeee!"
Cindy twisted and turned, but the rope restricted any motion.
"Man, hot ass, hot cunt! This one's gonna set my cock on fire. What an ass, baby, what a butt!" Jack groaned, fingering her pussy as he continued driving his cock into her skitter.
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck it out, bitch! Come on, baby, fuck that ass out and get on my prick!"
Jack had slipped half his fuckrod into her asshole now, making Cindy feel as if it were splitting her wide-open. She felt the agony reach higher and higher in her body, taking her breath away while the obscene pressure in her shitter grew more and more concentrated. He was fucking now, drawing his cock back a little, then fucking down deeper, his meaty cockhead going down farther and farther with each fucking stroke. Cindy grunted, her arms and legs on fire, while her neck felt as if it were about to be severed from her shoulders.
As his cockhead tugged back at her shitter lips, it made them pucker outward while he still pinched and crushed her clit under his thumb-nail. He rocked it back and forth, sending more jolts of wild painful electricity rushing through her body. Cindy cried out, her teeth sinking into the ballgag while the leather straps cut cruelly into her face and forehead.
Perspiration oozed from under the broad leather bands, burning into her eyes while the teen bounced up and down in her bonds.
His big fuckrod seemed to go on forever, moving back into her now, pushing aside her inner organs as it tunneled into her body. Jack ran both thumbs now along her cuntlips, peeling them open, scraping her dark-pink, moist cunt-flesh with his nails. He watched the membranes quiver at his hard touch as he continued slamming his cock into her asshole. "UH!"
He slapped her hard across her ass with one hand, laughing at her as she screamed through the gag and her asscheeks jiggled with the blow.
Jack moved back into her with his fuckmeat, skewering her ass with it.
Cindy cried out through the latex ball, protesting weakly against the pain as she felt his prick move all the way in. She felt Jack's cock move deeper and deeper into her ass, splitting her asscheeks apart, sending shivery thrills and agony racing through her guts. Cindy shuddered, imagining his thick bar of cockmeat growing more and more in her ass until it was the size of a donkey's cock.
"Ohhhhh!"
It stopped! Thank goodness, it had stopped! She felt something wiry, something bristly against her shitter lips and guessed it was his cockhairs. He was all the way in her ass now, his fuckmeat pushed in until his balls pillowed up against her asscheeks. She felt her arms spasming once again as he started pulling out, the obscene suction making her shit-chute tremble with delight.
And then it was back in again, his prick splitting her open a third time. Cindy thought her guts would swell to the bursting point. Yet in spite of the pain, she wanted more cock in her ass. That was the strange, horrid thing about it. She wanted, no, needed his big cock there, splitting her apart, shoving all the way into her until she choked on her own excitement. Now it was pulling back again, the lewd suction driving her insane. Back and forth, in and out, the tempo of his ass-tearing cock increasing. Cindy squeezed her assring tight around his prick, trying to drag out more feelings across her nerves. The girl didn't care how much it hurt her now. There wasn't even any pain at this point, only a weird sensation that had taken over all her thoughts and turned her into a rutting slut swinging back and forth in mid-air.
Cindy thought her ass guts would explode as Jack's fucking became more and more intense. He was grunting, his fingers gripping her asscheeks while he slipped his cock deep in her shitter. Heat sliced into the sides of her clit, the feeling building up quickly while her pussylips drooled from the force of his fucking.
Cindy grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fuck strokes, all the pain in her body focusing in her asshole. Her stretched, tearing ass ring seemed to consume all her attention, burning and throbbing while her clit threatened to pop at any second. Cumming! She would be climaxing again-she could feel an orgasm racing through her body that would burn her alive!
"Yaghghghghh!"
She couldn't take any more. She wanted to scream that out, shout her protest to the walls. But the ball gag kept her from doing anything but moan. Twice she nearly gagged on her own spit as Jack fucked her hard and fast, his body bouncing hers against the ropes. How the rigid bar of thrusting cockmeat in her ass moved, slowed, then moved again! She felt him hitting something deep inside her. Her inner bowel walls hurt as if knives were sticking into them.
"Come on, baby, that's it! Come on and bounce with me!" Jack grunted.
It was all happening now-the pain in her nipples, the juicy, slick sliding of her cuntlips, the remaing, circling thrusts of his cock in her ass. She felt Jack puffing out, sucking her guts down and out. Only the head of his cock stayed in her asshole. Cindy felt the flaring ridge of his cockhead tugging at the lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. She hunched her ass as best she could, feeling the slippery leather strap sliding down her leg.
Then, with an animal cry, Jack rammed his cock deep into her ass and held it there., She knew what was happening and wailed, feeling the hot rush of his jizz spatter in her ass. It was a lusty fire, one that made her scream and kick while she felt her cunt clench shut.
"Man, oh man, go for it, bitch! Come on, baby, come on and make me ... ohhhh yeahhhhhh!"
She felt his hands pinching her, slapping her, holding onto her ass while he kept his groin pressed up hard against her asscheeks. Fucked in the ass! It was so strange, so weird feeling that cock up there shooting all that spunk into her bowels! Cindy shuddered, sensing the cum-spewing power of that fuckrod in her ass. Then the lightning jolts of delight in her ass set her clit on fire. She felt her climax peaking just as Jack's ended, her body bouncing on the ropes While the world seemed to crash down around her.
"Unfhfhfhfff!"
Shamelessly the teen rutted there, cumming wildly while Jack still kept his fuckmeat buried inside her. She thrashed like a wildcat, the smashing rhythm of her orgasm racing in her head and shattering her brain.
Jack started puffing back, his wide cock nearly puffing from her shitter. Cindy ground her teeth, silently cursing while her asshole fluttered against his prick. In a moment his cock was out, completely out of her shitter. But Cindy couldn't stop cumming. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, grabbing cunt. She jerked and twitched as he stepped away, her body swaying in the awkward harness.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Man, she's goin' for the stars! Babe, you are one helluva hot fuck," Jack said with admiration, slipping his cock back into his Levi's and watching as Cindy finished her powerful climax.
"Yeah, baby, come on, make it again!" Bobby coaxed.
Cindy felt her body sagging now. She had done it, shamed herself in front of these men, shown them she would do anything to have a climax, especially one in which a hard, long, thick cock was involved. And now she hung there, feeling completely alone, deserted. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt while the man's jizz oozed from her stretched, tingling asshole. Cindy felt herself sinking into defeat as she hung there, wondering if this would be the end of her ordeal.
"Take 'er down and get 'er home. You said she's gotta place-not some street chippie?" Burt said, motioning with one hand for Jack and Bobby to release the young blonde teen.
"Yeah. One of them rich bitches over at Jefferson High. She ain't gonna be so uppety when I see her again," Bobby said, helping Cindy down, releasing the strap that held her upper chest to her thighs, then puffing the mask and gag from her face.
The last to go was the ball gag, slipping easily from her mouth. Cindy started to say something then was silenced by a sharp crack across the mouth.
"Not interested in anything you've gotta say, bitch!" Burt snapped, twisting her hair in his hands and drawing her face up to him. "Just a warning. Don't say a thing about this. You're gonna get dressed and you're gonna get the fuck outta here. You squeal and I swear, this is just gonna be the start . . . just like that bitch in the box."
Burt nodded in the direction of the box.
"Now Bobby, get 'er dressed and keep her in the house-the living room. I . . . I wanna make sure these two ain't tied up in something I don't like," he said, his voice dropping as he eyed Cindy suspiciously. Then he turned toward the box. "She's had enough rest. We'll get her going again."
Bobby rushed Cindy from the garage, the girl stumbling and wavering as she tried to keep her balance. Burt watched, his big arms folded across his chest until Cindy's cries faded in the dark. He knew his son would entertain the girl until he finished questioning the one in the coffin. Closing the outside door he moved back to the box, unhinging it and raising the lid. There inside, her arms at her sides, lay Ellen. She covered her eyes, shading them from the light.
"Who was that here?" she asked, her voice tight as she stared at the big man.
"What the fuck does it mean to you anyway? If I was you, I'd be real worried about what the fuck's gonna happen," Burt snapped back.
"I told you, nothing's going on. I swear to you, my daughter-"
"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm gonna make sure you ain't fibbin' and jerkin' me around."
Ellen's face blanched and she drew her fingers to her lips. She felt her flesh breaking into goose pimples as she thought of the electricity, those horrid clamps they had used on her while imprisoning her in this awful coffin. They had used them on the girl with different results. She had heard Burt fucking whoever was there after they had put her through that terrible ordeal.
Her heart had gone out to her. But were they going to do the same thing to her now? Was she going to have to endure another near-electrocution at their hands?
"Get her up outta there and to the wall. Watch her hands. I don't want the bitch gettin' away and callin' the cops."
Jack raised her from the coffin, pulling her up and out. Ellen could hardly stand, her legs wobbling. She had to lean heavily against the tall stud while they moved her from the box over to where Burt was standing.
"Down on your knees, baby. Down on 'em and don't gimme no gaff!" Burt growled, his hands on her shoulders, pressing down.
Ellen didn't dare argue. She sank to the garage floor, twisting her head around and looking up. There, suspended from the low-beamed ceiling was a three-foot metal bar about six feet or so above the ground. It was near the motorcycle to which Ellen had been strapped several hours earlier, its shadow crossing her face ominously as she knelt there in front of him.
"Spread 'em . . . on the floor. On your belly now, baby, unless you want this in your mouth," Burt said, threatening her with his black engineering boots.
"Hey, brother, those boots look fuckin' dirty. Why don't you get the bitch to clean 'em before we hook 'er up?" Jack suggested with a sneering grin.
"Yeah. Come on, baby, lick 'em clean, and don't forget the wells either," Burt said, stepping around and pushing the dusty toe of his boot against her lips.
Ellen scooted back, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand while staring open-eyed at her tormentor. Lick those boots? She nearly gagged at the thought. But Jack was to the left of her, raising one foot and pressing the heel against the back of her neck. She felt her vertebrae bending to the breaking point under the pressure. Instantly, Ellen knew she couldn't deny the men and gave up her struggle, flattening herself against the cracked, cold floor and opening her mouth.
Burt muttered something, then brought his boot once again up next to her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, Ellen fought down the bile rising sourly in her throat and began licking his boot. She brought her tongue over the rounded top, polishing the scratched black leather. She spat out the foul taste from her mouth before returning to his boot, Burt kicked her in the teeth, ordering her to swallow everything.
Ellen whimpered through her flaring nostrils, feeling the pressure increase on the back of her neck whenever she stopped drawing her tongue over the filthy leather. Giving in at once, she started lapping at the boot like a kitten hungry for cream, drawing the pointy tip of her tongue over the wells, scraping up the small pieces of dirt and gravel with her lips, then swallowing the whole filthy mess.
Burt turned his boot so she could lick the sides. Then he stepped back, raised his foot and exposed the worn sole. There was something black and sticky there! Grease! Oil! Shit! No, no, they would have to kill her before they could make her lick that!
"Lick, bitch, lick it, or he's gonna snap your neck like a fuckin' dry weed!"
"No, that's too much, no!"
Burt brought his boot sharply against her lips. Ellen smacked her tongue over them, tasting something warm and salty. Blood! He struck her again, this time sending the toe of his boot roughly into her right side. Ellen cried out, doubling up on the floor. She clutched at her belly, trying to roll away from the savage men.
Jack caught her on her back, pressing the heel of his left boot against her lips while the toe rubbed over her chin. She trembled, too terrified to move a muscle for fear of him crushing her skull like an eggshell. He was working his filthy heel against her front teeth, sanding the dirt into her lips, into her mouth, down her throat. Ellen gagged, feeling she would vomit right onto his shoe. Burt pushed Jack away, getting the toe of his boot up against her pussy and working the leather in until it was touching her clit.
"No!"
Ellen cried out, snapping her body to one side, beating her fists against the offending shoe as her ass slid back on the floor. The men pursued her again, kicking her, striking her with their fists.
"Now, on your belly and stay there. You fucked up on cleanin' my boots. Let's see if you can do better with this."
Burt grabbed one leg, pulling it up until it was nearly touching the overhead bar. Ellen grunted, her body twisted obscenely to one side, her other leg tucked under her torso while Jack pulled out more line from the cabinet and wrapped it around her ankle. Ellen felt him cinching her legs to the pole, fixing it with the same double figure-eight he had used on her earlier.
"Now the other one."
Up went the left leg, her ankle pressed against the bar while Jack wrapped the quarter-inch line around several times. She hung there upside down, her elbows barely touching the floor while her hair covered her face.
"Let's fix her up so she's at an angle. I don't like the bitch dangling like that," Burt said, taking the last piece of rope jack had in his hands and binding Ellen's wrists together.
Jack went to the cabinet and fished out a long piece of brown leather about a half-inch in thickness. He looped it around her bound wrists, then tugged it forward, moving her body out from under the overhead bar until Ellen hung at a thirty degree angle from the floor. He fixed the makeshaft towline to a small hook in the floor. Ellen felt her legs and thighs stretching pleasantly for a moment, but then the feelings turning into one of pain as the angle of her body added pressure to her joints and tendons. What was next? she wondered as she hung there, her tits rolling forward while an awful ache began once again in her shoulders and hips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Now, you say you ain't been spyin' on us, not lookin' for nothin' for the cops, right?" Burt asked, pushing his face against hers and staring into her eyes.
"No! I don't know what you're talking about. I told you about my daughter, about Cindy and . . . and everything else!" Ellen sobbed, her arms stretching painfully, a throbbing ache growing worse and worse in her shoulders and around her knees.
Burt looked at Jack and raised his eyebrows.
"You ain't been lookin' for auto parts and shit? I mean, you ain't ... aw fuck, what the hell am I askin' this bitch for? She don't know what the hell we're into."
"Auto parts? What . . . what are you talking about?" Ellen gasped, twisting around as she felt the ropes biting into her wrists.
"Don't matter much now, baby. Don't get yourself in trouble by askin' too much. Let's just say we made a mistake, but it ain't been a bad one all around, considerin'," Burt said, stroking his hand against her right nipple.
"Mistake? This was all a mistake?"
Ellen could have screamed in rage as she pulled at the restraints, her body quivering like a tightly drawn string. A mistake? She had been tormented like this, beaten, fucked, then beaten and humiliated once more just because it was some mistake? Ellen screamed again, feeling blind rage sear through her body while the ropes and restraints held her well.
"She needs some calmin' down. This'll do it," Burt said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, puffing the long thick black leather thing from his pantloops and curling it around his knuckles. Ellen was still groaning, thrashing around in disbelief, feeling only anger at having suffered all this by accident! Her cries and moans were stifled by a quick cutting blow against her tight inner thigh. The smacking kiss of leather against her flesh made Ellen scream out, her body shivering as if Burt and his brother were touching her flesh with electricity again.
"Owwwwwww!"
Burt lashed the end of his belt across her belly, the leather leaving a long red mark just above her belly button. Ellen shivered, her body shaking as if in a fit while she moaned and begged for him to let her go. Burt cocked his arm all the way back, letting the belt unfurl and slap into her thighs. This time the leather bit deep, chewing into her flesh and leaving several purple welts on her right inner thigh.
Ellen let out another scream while she twisted her wrists in the restraints. No! No! She had done nothing, and they were still torturing her, tormenting her for their own simple pleasure!
Burt snapped the leather against her back, making her spine curl. Again and again, he whipped the belt over her back, leaving criss-crossing marks over her flesh. Ellen cried out again and again. Moving to the side, he unleashed the belt so it curled around to her nipple, nearly tearing the sensitive tip off from the rest of her tit.
Ellen screeched, the slicing pain making her brain spin about as if launched into space. "Yaghghghhh!"
"More, baby! I know it hurts you more. I wanna hear it when you think you're gonna buy it!"
Burt was purposely working himself up, sweating from the effort of beating her while shouting insults and obscenities. She sagged in her bonds, the blood rushing to her head while the puffing weight of her body made her shoulders and thighs ache even more. He slashed the belt against her face again, the leather smacking across her cheeks. He would blind her with that thing if he wasn't careful.
Ellen writhed against the ropes, feeling the warm stickiness of her sweat flowing down her ribs, trailing along her belly toward her chin. Her tits jiggled with each stinging blow. Burt stared down at her for a moment, smacking his lips in triumph.
"I've fucked you and felt that cunt of yours nearly yankin' my dick off. That young kid in here was just as good. Seems like . . . well, you two should get to meet later."
But Ellen was too concerned with her own safety to listen. She felt the belt smack hard across her right asscheek, then slap almost immediately against her left, the beveled tip biting into the sweaty narrow crack separating her asscheeks, and stinging her shitter.
"Owwwwww! Stop!"
Burt laughed at her pleas, curling the belt more tightly around his right wrist then slipping the length of it around her throat. He tugged up, strangling her, making the woman's eyes start from her head while her mouth opened and closed, gasping for air.
Burt was straddling her now, working his groin against her back while jerking the belt like a leather noose around her throat. Ellen choked, her screams replaced by gurgling sounds while her body jerked and thrashed against the ropes holding her.
"That's it, baby, that's right, fight for air. We all gotta fight for shit in this world," Burt said, spittle frothing around his lips while he tightened the noose even more.
"Hey, man, take it easy! She's gonna croak you keep that up!" Jack warned, restraining his brother.
"You're right," Burt agreed, shaking off his rage and letting the belt slide from Ellen's throat.
The woman coughed, phlegm rising to her nostrils as she desperately sucked in air. Burt was crazy. He was insane. Once he worked himself up he would stop at nothing to work his madness on her. Ellen shuddered, refusing to turn her head, afraid that one wrong look would bring his savage wrath down on her once more. She heard him throw the belt to one side and sighed.
"Yaghghh!"
Burt had to have one more strike, one more painful blow. He reached between her splayed legs and grabbed a fistful of cunt-hair, puffing outward until he snatched some of her swollen pussylips.
Ellen screamed the shrieks of the damned, twisting and jerking on the ropes while gagging on her own spit. It would never end. They would keep her here until she died in her bonds! She thought of the coffin, of that tight box they had thrown her into and slammed lid. How she had suffocated in that awful tight little box while the electric current fried her nipples and cunt!
"Yaghghghhhh!"
Someone brought another belt down across her legs, this time aiming right at her pussy. Ellen thought Burt had dropped acid on her clit. The pain shot through her brain, searing her skull as she twitched and groaned on the ropes.
"Okay, let's bring the bitch down. No sense in keeping her tied when she wants to fuck around, right? Come on, get down from there." Burt reached up and untied one of the ropes holding her right ankle to the bar.
Ellen felt herself slip free, crashing hard against the cold cement floor. She thought she had broken her knee caps. Still they kept her wrists bound to the eyehook on the floor. She whimpered, tugging at her bonds.
Jack sauntered over, raising one foot and pressing the toe against her wrist. She cried out, feeling the tiny bones cracking against one another from the pressure.
Just at that point Bobby came in, gesturing toward his father.
"Cindy's givin' me a hard time. I mean, she's freakin' out in there, holdin' onto her stomach and sayin' she's gonna die right there 'less I take her home," Bobby whispered, glancing, at Ellen still roped to the floor and screaming as Jack crushed one heel against her arm.
"Cindy? That her name?" Burt asked, his lips curling into a broad smile.
"Sure, why?"
"I think we got a mother/daughter team here, Son. She says she was following her daughter here, checkin' up on the boyfriend or some-thing. I thought she was a lady cop sent out to snoop around on that auto parts scam your Uncle Jack and I got goin'. Anyways, I'll bet that your Cindy's the same one she's yappin' about," Burt said, scratching his chin thought-fully and grinning as he stared down at the still-screaming Ellen. "Let's have some fun with 'em."
"I'll get 'er down to the basement in the house. Got more shit down there to play with," Bobby said, ducking out the door.
"Hey, wait, Son," Burt called out. "Make sure she's wearin' a mask or something. I wanna see the expression on the old lady's face when she finally realized what kinda daughter she's got."
Bobby laughed as he mounted the stairs and bolted back into the living room.
Cindy was sitting there, her knees clamped together, her mind racing madly. For a while, she thought she was going to go insane. All the things she had done, all the things that had been done to her had come back in a rush. It all seemed so unreal, so wildly dream-like. But the still-stinging marks on her body told the young blonde teen that it was all too real. Bobby and his father and his uncle existed, and they were willing to hurt her at any cost.
She stiffened, hearing his footsteps coming through the kitchen. If only he hadn't been so careful and roped the lamp cord around her wrists and ankles, keeping her 'doubled up in that horrid position on the couch, she would have bolted and run all the way home.
"Okay," he said simply, bending over and starting to unfasten the cord.
"You're taking me home?" Cindy babbled, not believing her luck.
"Sort of. Home's coming here. You'll find out in a second."
"What?"
Bobby pulled the last of the cord from her wrists, throwing it over the couch, then picking Cindy up from the sofa. She struggled against him, feeling her hope sinking like the Titanic. Something told the young teen that they hadn't finished with her. But still Cindy hoped against hope Burt and Jack would become so engrossed with that unfortunate woman below in the garage they would forget about her.
She tried again to wriggle from his grip, thinking of scratching at his eyes then making a bolt for it. Bobby apparently thought the same thing. He threw her down against the wing chair near the kitchen doorway, grabbing the cord once again and tying her wrists together. Cindy screamed at the pain, her wrists feeling as if they were going to be cut in two.
"You . . . you don't have to tie it so hard," she panted, the agony throbbing through her arms, taking her breath away.
"Not taking any chances. Come on, Cindy, come on downstairs and have some fun. You ain't gonna be lonely down there any more," Bobby said, shoving her forward.
They reached the stairway to the basement-long, narrow, wodden-steps, barely lit by the dim light coming from the kitchen. Bobby positioned Cindy in the middle of the stairway, then shoved her roughly between the shoulders.
"No, aiyeeeeee!"
Cindy lost her footing, pitching forward into the blackness with her hands roped behind her back. She felt her forehead strike the wall, her knees banging up against the rotting wooden handrail while her ankles banged again and again against the steps. Somehow she managed to twist her body around to keep from falling head over heels. Halfway down, Cindy jerked her body to the right, pitching it against the handrail and stopping her downward fall. Bobby came down after her, grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her from the side. He shoved her down until she tumbled forward on her knees then pitched end over end until she lay crumpled at the bottom.
"You gotta be careful," he said, stepping over her body and flicking on the light. "I've slipped a couple of times down here, but not like that. Could kill yourself that way."
Cindy heard only part of his mocking speech. She lay there, every bone in her body aching from the tumbling fall. Struggling to catch her breath, she could tell this would be far worse than it had been in the garage. He had said something about her not being lonely down here any more. What he meant could be anybody's guess, but his words sent shivers up and down her spine.
"Now get up. We gotta get you dressed. Company's comin'."
He bent down, grabbing her right wrist and pulling Cindy up from the floor. She was still dizzy from the fall, her head spinning around and around while every bone in her body ached. She could have broken something and Bobby would not have cared. He pushed her forward once she had risen to her feet, shoving her in the direction of the opposite wall. They stopped, the young man sliding one hand under her blouse and starting to open it. He didn't bother unbuttoning the garment, preferring rather to tear the buttons off one by one, sneering at her, watching as her cheeks quivered slightly with the rising fear gnawing at her.
Opening her blouse, Bobby slipped it off her shoulders, tearing the material badly when it gathered around her bound wrists. Next came her skirt, pulled to the floor with her panties. All her hope had gone with her clothes. He stripped her naked once more, kicking her clothes away, then pushing her in the direction of a tall green metal cabinet.
Cindy eyed the thing warily, guessing that it would have more instruments of bondage and torture in it.
"I don't want you bein' known just yet," Bobby said, opening the drawer and pulling out a handful leather items. He dropped them, a squeaking, clinking pile of leather and buckles, but keeping one in his hand. Cindy shivered and stepped back, her eyes wide as she looked at the heap in front of her. The brass and iron buckles gleamed in the overhead light while the black leather glistened ominously. And what was that thing he was holding in his right hand? It was far larger than a belt or a strap, and there was a small zipper at the bottom.
Narrowing her eyes, Cindy saw it was a hood of some sort. She reared back, her ass clenching as her knees knocked together. Bobby was opening it and raising it above her head. He was going to fit her into it, slip it over her skull and bind her in it.
"No!"
Cindy's voice was a quavering whimper, her eyes fluttering while she felt her heart beating wildly. She could feel the leather pressing. against her forehead now, the smooth material seeming strangely cool and comforting in spite of the tightness against her skin. Bobby grunted with approval, sliding the hood down farther until it slipped over nose, her chin, her throat. Cindy struggled once more, jerking her arms and stepping back. She could hardly breathe! The black leather hood fitted like a second skin over her flesh. And where was the opening for her mouth? If only he would unzip that section she knew she could breathe more easily, the two small holes around her nose not being nearly enough for her to draw air. At last, Bobby had unzipped the hole, twisting the hood around, making sure it was a good, tight fit. Cindy gulped in more air. There were no eyeslits and she could not see. She stood there panting, waiting for the next move.
She heard Bobby rummaging around in the pile in front of her. The girl grunted when she felt something touching her flesh. He was slipping something around her throat-a thick leather collar with a strap running down her back. The stiff leather forced her to keep her head up high, while the strap pressing against her spine had some sort of hooking device that, when attached to her bound wrists and drawn tight, pulled her wrists up high until they were nearly under her jutting shoulder blades.
Cindy slumped forward, feeling the ache between her shoulders grow worse. This outfit denied her the possibility of covering any part of her body from a whip or anything else they could devise for her.
The crotch strap came next. Cindy felt the waist strap chafing her flesh. Bobby tightened it, making her wince. Bobby tugged down the vertical strap, spreading her cuntlips with the fingers of his free hand and pulling the band tight across her pussy. He yanked up to be sure he was in all the way, then threaded the leather between her asscheeks. He laced it into its buckle and tightened it.
Cindy gasped, her lips cutting against the opened teeth of the zipper in her hood. It was a shocking feeling having the leather halving her cunt, rubbing slickly against the dark-pink moist membranes and her clit. In spite of herself, Cindy could feel her cunt starting to grow warm, her clit beginning to stiffen and throb against the cutting leather strap. It was something the girl had not expected.
Now Bobby was doing something with her tits. She felt his fingers pinching her nipples,. rubbing them until they were very hard and tingly. Cindy shuddered, her skin puckering into goose pimples. Then she felt him clamping something to her right nipple. At first, she thought it was another electric clamp, one that would send the burning current into her tits. But there wasn't the weight of the wire behind it. No this was just a clamp, a strong small one, biting into her nipple, followed by another one chewing into her other nipple. A small chain linked the two of them together. It was short, puffing the nipples toward one another, stretching them from her surrounding tit-flesh.
"Now, that's what I call dressed for company," Bobby jeered, slapping her on the ass, then stepping back to admire his handiwork. Cindy did her best to remain calm, knowing she would need all the strength she could muster to survive the night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sounds! The sounds of feet scraping over the stairs. Cindy stiffened, recognizing the voices of Burt and Jack. They were all coming 'down here, all of them coming to torment her. Cindy shivered, wondering if she could survive some-thing like this. And there was someone else. That woman in the coffin, she bet.
"Okay, we got the bitch. Hey, Son, you've got 'er strung out pretty fuckin' good," Burt said, ducking his head as he moved from thelast stair and dragged Ellen behind him.
The woman struggled weakly against the rope, holding her wrists bound in front of her. A leather ball gag had been inserted to keep her quiet on the way over. She stood there now in front of the hooded girl.
"Now, you two are gonna have a little fun together, and we're gonna take some snapshots-you know, something for the family album or something. And neither of you's gonna make any sounds. No talkin', nothin' but gruntin'-just like the pigs you are."
Burt grabbed a handful of hair from Ellen's head and yanked it back as a warning.
"Understand? Just nod if you do."
Ellen nodded her head up and down, feeling a pulse leap at her throat while she shivered under his grip. They had told her terrible things they were going to do to her if she didn't cooperate. Again the woman tried to tell them she knew nothing about auto parts, but they seemed not to hear her, beating her, yelling at her, threatening to kill her at every moment. At times, Ellen thought of her comfortable, safe home, and wondered if Cindy were back yet. Surely she would eventually become suspicious and phone the police. There would be a search.
Her car was parked out front. They would find it and conduct a door-to-door sweep of the neighborhood. If only she could keep up for the next few hours, Ellen was certain someone would find her and save her.
"Get down, bitch. On the mat over there," Burt ordered, grabbing her by the neck and pushing her forward.
Ellen stumbled past the younger woman, looking at her curiously. There was something in the way she stood, something that made her feel she knew her. Bobby was shoving the younger girl behind her, untying the ropes fastening her wrists to one another while unbuckling the rear belt. Ellen lay down, her ass flattening against the small filthy gym mat that lay on the floor. She shaded her eyes against the overhead light. The girl was standing there, her knees noticeably trembling.
"Get on her," Burt said to the younger woman. "Now! Move it! You two are gonna give me a lesbo scene."
Ellen protested, shaking her head vigorously back and forth. Burt slapped her, reaching around and puffing the gag from her mouth.
"Now you listen, bitch! I'm taking this off so you can lick a little cunt, and that's just what's gonna go down. No words, nothin' but some heavy pussy-lickin'. And if you fuck off, I'm gonna make sure you pay for it!"
Ellen understood only too well. She nodded her head, watching as the girl obediently straddled her body, hesitating, obviously not knowing what to do.
"Eat her cunt . . . eat it so I can hear it sloppin' away," Jack ordered, putting his paw-like hands on Cindy's narrow shoulders.
Ellen watched the girl in the odd outfit-the hood, the way her nipples were pinned together by the chain and the clamps, the crotch strap that was already wet and greasy with her own juices. She pitied her, remembering some of the howls she had heard in the garage when the teen had been subjected to the electrical torture. And now the girl was being forced to squat down on her, eat out her cunt while she did the same. The girl bent down and turned around, lowering her pussy while bowing her head into Ellen's crotch.
The woman let out a groan, twisting her body slightly as the hot touch of the teen's tongue on her pussy sent lightning through her cunt. Ellen rolled her hips, with the motions of the girl's tongue flicking down into her pussy. The girl stopped, moving her head out, shaking it negatively as if telling the men she wanted to go no further. .
Bobby cursed through his clenched teeth, bringing one hand down against Cindy's neck and shoving her face in Ellen's damp, warm cunt. She cried out, her legs jerking up from the mat at the hard touch of Cindy's nose to her cunt.
"And you too, bitch! You ain't here for the free ride. This one works, so do you. Lick 'er pussy! You can get your tongue around the leather. Ain't no big deal."
There was no choice for her. She had to obey, to obey and wait with the chance someone would find her. Tentatively, she raised her head, sticking her tongue out and laying it gently against the teen's cunt. She worked it around, then slid it in like a hot knife into bright pink butter.
"OOOOooh!"
The girl above her squirmed, making Ellen know she was doing it right. Still not realizing it was her daughter rutting above her flattened nose, the woman continued licking faster and faster at the hot, shivering mass of her cunt-flesh, liking the way the bristly blonde hairs tickled the insides of her nostrils.
She liked the taste of pussy-juice, the hot, musky aroma of the girl's cunt pressing hard now against her face. She wriggled her tongue around and around, sticking it in and out like a small fucking cock. That would get to her, she thought somewhat proudly, wriggling and rolling her hips to the touch of the teen's sucking mouth.
Oh, it was good, feeling those licking, lapping moves against her pussy, against her clit! Tiny little explosions were already going off in her cunt, making her body shake and shiver. She was wild with the sudden desire that ballooned in her belly.
"Yeah, they're goin' at it like they ain't had cock for months, Burt said, rubbing his crotch, watching the two women become a tangle of arms, legs, bellies.
"Sure hungry for cuntmeat. Can't say I don't blame 'em either," Bobby said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
He raised one foot, placing the pointy end of his engineering boots against Cindy's ass and kicking down lightly into her shitter. The girl cried out, screaming into Ellen's cunt. The vibrations of her voice against her clit nearly made the older woman cum.
Ellen screamed back, rocking her thighs while feeling herself rocketing through the ceiling with sensation. For a second, Ellen shivered on the brink of climax, gritting her teeth, holding back while hunching her pussy into that wonderful, sucking mouth. Who was this unknown woman who was doing this to her? She groaned happily, the one wonderful moment in all this horror. At least the men weren't hurting her, beating her, shoving her about while abusing her.
"Uhhhhh!"
Ellen squealed with joy, feeling the young teen's tongue shoving into her cunt all the way, the tip scraping over her slick, wet cunt walls, making her feel so good, so very, very hot and good and wanted. And then she felt something pressing against her shifter, something that mader her squeak and squeal again. Opening her eyes and peering between the teen's white, shivering thighs she could see Burt. had what appeared to be a long leather stick, a riding crop he was trying to shove up her ass while the teen was licking out her pussy.
"Let's fuck 'er at both ends, eh? Wonder how she'd like havin' her cunt and shitter plugged up. Most women dig it.
"Noooooffff!"
Ellen wanted to cry out, but the cunt fucking down against her mouth kept her from doing anything but moan. Oh, how that tongue pressed, so gentle, so hot, so exciting! The sudden darting motion was an incredible experience, making Ellen wallow her shoulders against the gym mat while she curved her spine and arched her back, feeding her pussy into the girl's sucking mouth.
More! She wanted more! The initial fear, the initial revulsion was gone. In its place was a sensation that made her rock her body back and forth while she felt herself becoming more and more fluid inside. She felt as if she were a ball of molten lava about to boil at any second. In time she knew she would reach a climax.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The women were holding each other, their heads bobbing up and down while their finger-nails scratched each other's white, sweaty flesh. The girl's tongue was stirring around and around deep inside her, making her cuntal walls cramp down while the tiny muscles around her pussylips spasmed deliciously.
It was happening! Oh God in heaven, it was happening again! She was climaxing, feeling her body explode into tiny brilliant particles while that hooded figure above her licked and sucked. Ellen jerked, her legs kicking out while her belly swelled and knotted with delicious tension. She jerked her head up, sticking her tongue all the way into the girl's cunt while rubbing her nose against her clit. She could hear the young teen's moans turn into cries, the leather strap cutting into her pussy while Ellen's tongue licked and soothed the rubbed raw flesh. How good it was licking down like that, tasting the leather while tasting her cummy pussy as well.
"Uh! Uh hhhh . . . ahhhhhOOOO!"
Cindy was working her hips up and down in powerful fucking movements now, spearing her pussy on the wriggling tongue beneath. Ellen concentrated on licking the girl's swollen clit, knowing she would soon bring the teen off.
She wanted her to cum, to cum hard in her mouth. She was very close now, feeling her pussy creaming more and more while her thighs ridged with increased tension. Cumming, Cumming like this with a tongue stuck down in her pussy! She never would have believed she were capable of this. But now, writhing on the floor, her back aching from the hardness of the mat, Ellen realized she was capable of doing anything when properly aroused.
Cindy shoved down hard, burying her mother's face in the musky heat of her pussy, feeling her mother's teeth biting gently into her soppy cunt-flesh. She wished she could see the woman under her. She certainly could hear her moaning and could smell her pussy growing hotter and wetter with each passing second. There was one mad moment, one second when she thought her body would be torn to pieces by that achey sensation of anticipation, of waiting for climax. And then it happened, her world exploding and blowing to pieces while the woman under her kicked and writhed and jerked in climax as well.
"Aghghghhhhh!"
Neither woman recognized the screams of the other as yet, both of them trapped in their own private worlds of climax. Ellen cupped her hands around the bouncing asscheeks above her, working her fingers around the shivering inner curves of those thighs and caressing the pink shitter lips of the teen's asshole. Cindy liked that a lot. She reciprocated by stretching Ellen's cunt with both hands and licking down even deeper, feeling the heavy convulsive shivers of the woman's cunt against the full length of her tongue.
The men watched with growing interest, the fronts of their Levi's tenting up as the two women jerked and writhed in unison. It was only when Cindy stopped her undulating movements that Bobby moved forward, taking her off and dragging her back from the mat. He was loosening the hood, puffing it off the teen's head. Ellen watched, her cunt still hot and throbbing and running with her molten cuntal butter. It was with some shock then that she recognized just who her lover was.
"Cindy!"
"Mother!"
The shock had been complete.
CHAPTER NINE
Ellen was struck dumb by the sight of her daughter standing there in front of her, trussed up in leather, bound, her lips still glistening from her own cuntal juices. She felt her mind reeling, going back to the time in the garage when she had heard the girl's cries and screams. Even then there had been something that had caught her ear. But she had been encased in that dreadful coffin and was only half-conscious, making it difficult for her to recognize the muffled yell.
And now-and now standing there was her daughter, her Cindy, a victim as well as she was! Cindy too, was mortified and shocked by her discovery. She looked at her mother open-mouthed, her eyes wide as if she had just come across some grotesque accident.
"They're a good mother/daughter act, Dad. You were right. Christ, I never saw anythin' like it," Bobby said, his eyes moving from one to the other.
"Mother . . . I . . . I didn't know, I swear it!" Cindy began, her heart sinking as she felt her cheeks flaming with shame.
Ellen couldn't even say a few words. Her voice was paralyzed with horror. She had been with her daughter all this time, and hadn't recognized her cries, her pleas for mercy, her begging. And then she had done something as degrading as lick her own, daughter's cunt while she came in her mouth! It made Ellen feel sick.
"Hey, man, no need to feel that way," Bobby said, moving behind Cindy and slipping his hands under her arms.
He drew up against her, making fucking movements against her ass. Cindy tried pushing him away. But the big stud was simply too big for her.
"She's one helluva fuck. And from what my old man tells me, you are too. Chip off the old block, I guess."
Ellen would have strangled them all with her bare hands, but she could do nothing but lie there staring up at her grotesquely dressed daughter.
"You two were having a real good time.
Don't wanna break it up. But I got something here that's gonna make it more interesting. We saw it back in 'Nam, Saigon I think, at some fuckin' cathouse. The madam thought it. was neat to have the girls fuck one another this way before she turned them over to us. You two are gonna try it, too. Get the fishing line over here, Jack. It's gonna make these whores feel nice and hot."
Ellen was told to lie back down. Cindy was made to straddle her mother once more and squat down back into the sixty-nine position. She was careful not to touch her mother now with her knees. But Burt was determined the women should be back in their original mood, and pushed their legs together, shoving the teen's face in her mother's musky cunt once again and laughing when Ellen. groaned in horror at what was happening.
Then Ellen noticed a kind of pressure, a kind of fumbling against her nipples that wasn't Cindy's. Jack was doing something to her tit-tips, something that didn't particularly hurt, but that made her tremble. He was attaching something very thin-of course, the fishing line-to them, looping the line and snuggling it tight before drawing it up.
Cindy groaned, but said nothing, refusing to push her head down on her mother's cunt once more, and again being forced.
"Oh!"
What were they doing down there? She felt someone fumbling around with her clit, tying the line to it, just as they had tied something to her nipples. When they were through, Ellen had the distinct impression they had roped the two of them together. Turning her head she, could see the three men grinning at her. Burt was holding a piece of line, twanging it in front of her face.
"This," he said, holding the line in front of Ellen's eyes, "is what's holding the two of you together. Not depending on maternal love to keep you with one another, I've decided to help it out. You won't have to wonder where she is at night. You won't have to track her down like some kind of animal. She's going to be right with you. You see, we've tied your nipples to her clit using a small slipknot. It's not easy keeping the line attached around a clit, especially with you two juicin' around. But I think we've got it. Pretty nice, don't you ladies think?"
Burt, grinned, waiting for a response.
At first Ellen couldn't confirm what he had just said, feeling only the tugging against her nipples and clit. Then she felt Cindy moving around, and felt her tits stretching up to her daughter's cunt. Cindy, she knew, was feeling the same thing when she moved her ass from side to side. And it was hurting, hurting more than ever with each move. It pained her enough so that she raised her hands and tried to relieve the throbbing ache in her nipples.
"I could tell you not to touch yourself, but it's not gonna do any good one way or the other. Those knots ain't gonna loosen up no matter what you do. So the best thing to do is just lie back and let's play a little game, you know, just like they do in school."
Walking around the two women, Burt sank to his' knees over Ellen's head. Slowly, he moved forward, unzipping his Levi's and puffing out his abnormally thick cock, rubbing it against Cindy's squirmy asshole. The girl shuddered, moaning into her mother's cunt. She could feel his fat, heated cockhead slipping over her shitter lips. At times, Burt rubbed it over her asscrack, sliding it down until it seemed he would fuck her cunt from the rear. The young teen felt riddled with shame and agony at being taken this way-hovering over her mother, tied to Ellen in this obscene manner while this, this animal was going to rape her in the ass.
But then Burt changed his tactic, sliding his knees forward a little and bracing himself against the girl while forcing his cock against her shitter. With one hard forward shove he had pushed his cock in abruptly, making the teen squeal like a stuck pig.
"Cindy! What are they doing to you?" Ellen cried at the sound of her daughter's pained voice.
"Fucking . . . fucking me in the ass!" Cindy gasped, her eyes watering from the hot, spicy sensation ripping at her shitter. She jerked her head up to let out another gasp. But Burt shot out a hand and shoved her head back down between her mother's kicking legs, forcing her to once again lick out her juicy cunt-crack..
Ellen squealed. She flushed red, realizing she was now rutting like this in front of her own daughter. But she just couldn't keep herself from moaning, from moving her ass from left to right while squirming up to the young teen. She was looking up, watching from only inches away as Burt's fat, hairy balls fell on her face and his cock shoved at her daughter's wet, shivering asshole.
She couldn't pull away. The pressure of the wire around her nipples was painful now, strangling the tiny nubs, making them turn purple and bulge out around the fishing line. The pressure was crushing them, and the woman was certain her daughter was feeling the same thing. It was a terrible, prickling kind of pinching that made her cry out in a quivering moan against Cindy's hot pussy.
But what made Ellen squeal was the sudden jerking of her daughter's body. The twitching had tightened the wire on her clit. A sudden hot stabbing sensation shot out like a spark of electricity from her cunt and burned through her entire body. She struggled with her hips to ease pain, but found there was little she could do. Burt had been ingenious in figuring this out. And to add spice to the game, he was fucking her daughter's ass right in front of her, showing his ultimate disregard for her maternal feelings, for any kind of feeling she might have. Involuntarily, Ellen felt her hips lurching from the mat into the air, hanging there, her asscheeks dangling as she pressed her cunt up into her daughter's mouth.
Slowly, carefully, Burt started fucking the teen's ass, spreading her asscheeks with both hands while stretching her shitter both with his cock and his fingers. Cindy groaned, the sensation of being fucked so slowly back there in her asshole combining with the painful tugging against her nipples and clit, making her bounce between the feeling of ecstatic pleasure and gnawing pain. The leather strap still rubbing against her raw cunt did nothing to lessen the agony racing through her, either.
"Suck my balls, bitch! Come on, suck those mothers! I wanna feel that tongue on my nuts the way you were lickin' your daughter's pussy. Yeah, that's it!"
Burt was fucking regularly now, stretching Cindy's tight little brown asshole with his cock while having Ellen tongue and lick his nuts.
What Ellen noticed now was that, besides having her daughter fucked in that obscene way, the growing horror was the certainty that the line was tightening around her nipples. Yes, she could feel it, the fishing line was strangling her tit-tips while biting more and more into her clit. Turning around again, peering out from under Burt's nuts, she could see something else that concerned her nearly as much as having the wire knifing into her clit and nipples. Jack was taking his cock from his pants, stroking it hard, working the greasy cum that oozed from his piss-slit around and around his meaty cockhead until it glistened.
Ellen wanted to warn her daughter. She wanted to shout out what she was certain was going to happen. But her mouth was stuffed with Burt's balls and her tits and clit throbbed from the hard tightening wire.
There was a sudden jerk against her swollen clit. She wanted to scream from the pain, but found her tormentor's groin shoved down too hard against her mouth for her to make a move. Jack had pulled Cindy's head up from her mother's cunt and shoved his cock in her mouth, poling her all the way until his cockhead was rubbing up against her tonsils. The girl coughed and choked, her hands flattening against his groin in a vain attempt to push him away.
She couldn't raise her head up too far or the line roping her nipples to her mother's clit would tear off her tit-tips. Still Jack fucked her mouth, growling, shoving his groin up against her face until her nose flattened against his hairy crotch. Cindy protested weakly again, but found she could do nothing but start sucking on the swinging hunk of cockmeat.
Ellen felt her daughter jerking back, the movement tightening the wire loops around her nipples and Cindy's clit. The woman felt a trembling through her daughter's body as the teen was being fucked in the mouth and asshole at the -same time. Poor Cindy! Ellen wept inwardly for her, feeling the girl's body being tortured while she could do nothing but suck the fiend's balls.
And while the two men pounded Cindy's body back and forth between them, the wires jerked at the sensitive knobs of her tits and her clit. Each jerk sent an agonizing jolt of feeling through her twisting body, a jolt that made Ellen groan with sexual misery and joy, both feelings combined in that odd mixture she had felt time and time again with these animals.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Burt squatted down a little lower, shoving his cock in more slowly into Cindy's ass while working his balls all the way down into Ellen's mouth. For a while she thought he was going to shit in her face while stabbing Cindy's ass with his cock. And through it all, the cutting fishing line that threatened to sever her clit from her pussy made her almost unbearably excited, kept her on the edge of sexual hysteria in a hurting, pulsing way.
"Man, oh man, this is somethin' else, Son. Come on, you gotta try it. You fishing up this cunt. Her ass's somethin' hot while your uncle's gettin' his rocks off in her mouth.
Burt pulled his cock out and let Bobby squat down and fit his dangling balls into Ellen's mouth. Cindy squealed again with the insertion of a new cock. The torment was only starting.
CHAPTER TEN
"OOOOOoooh!"
Cindy cried out, wriggling her tongue over Jack's mouth-fucking cock while feeling her ass split in two over the fiery heat in her bowels. Beneath her, Ellen was licking and sucking wildly at Bobby's nuts, each movement transmitted to her daughter with sledgehammer force. Ellen's fits and cunt were being singed by unstoppable flames that seared her from her crotch to her nipples. And the working of the teen's ball sac in her mouth was a powerful joy to Ellen, nearly as powerful as the close sight of his swollen cock lunging in and out of her , daughter's asshole. The way her brown, puckered ass ring stretched and pulled around his cock made her forget for a while that it was Cindy up there being tortured, Cindy who was suffering under this savagery. Her daughter was being fucked both in her ass and her mouth, and all she could think about was her own convulsing pussy, the sensations rioting through her cunt and tits, making her belly swell and knot up while pussy juice sprayed from her fuckhole. She wondered how perverted she could be that she had to have that kind of degradation, that kind of pain and humiliation to feel this kind of pleasure.
Then Ellen felt Bobby's hands around her hips, puffing her ass off the ground. She gasped as the wire tightened and loosened around her straining clit. She was being torn apart, ripped like some kind of lab animal while all she could do was lie there and let it happen.
There was the sudden shocking jolt of something sticking down into her cunt. A dildo! Jack had been handed a dildo by Burt, and he was fucking her with it, making her feel even more and more excited as it slammed in and out, in and out between her swollen outer labes. The feeling of being fucked that way took her breath away.
More rioting feelings flashed through her cunt because of that filthy thing. Above her, she heard her daughter crying out, the noise so distant, it seemed, Ellen could hardly hear it over the shock of the wire straining her clit.
Then that dildo was sticking all the way in her, nudging her womb, fucking her the way Burt had fucked her so long ago. She wriggled like an eel, trying to keep the pressure off the wire.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Cindy was cooperating with her tormentors as well, keeping her head down while sucking Jack's fat cock all the way into her mouth. Ellen felt her clit throbbing unbearably, and the sudden shocks of the dildo ramming hard and deep into her cunt sent more shivers racing through her body. Nothing mattered any more after a while-nothing except the sucking sensation in her cunt and the set of balls pillowing against her lips.
"God!"
Cindy cried out, feeling Bobby's cock pulled from her ass. Her asscheeks shivered in mid-air, her body flushed red with excitement. Ellen knew what to do. She could see Bobby's shit-slicked cock dangling there above her, his cockhead ready for sucking. Opening her mouth she licked it with her tongue, enjoying the taste of Cindy's turds on his tight-fitting hot cockskin.
She couldn't help herself from doing it, couldn't help herself from sucking and tonguing and moving her mouth over the thing that threatened to choke her. And then the dildo was out of her cunt-hole, making her wriggle there crazily. Wild sensations raced through her body while she disregarded the terrible pressure of the fishing line on her tits and clit. Her body bucked and jerked out of control while her fingers scratched like a tiger's claws against her daughter's body.
"Yaghghghhh!"
The crazy, hot sensations were racing through her cunt once again, making her juice, making her wish she could be fucked this way forever. Her body trembled as if that electric wire was still attached to her asshole. She jerked her hips up and down, up and down, playing the wires connecting her clit with her daughter's tits. She felt the shocks, felt them racing through her, making her body twist and jerk while she moved around faster and wilder. Cindy was screaming more shrilly now. Ellen couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or in pain. Her daughter's tongue and teeth were back on her cunt once more.
"Ohhhhh!"
The world exploded, turned topsy-turvy for her while she came with a vengeance that nearly blew the top of her head off. It was wild, wonderful, a clenching, hot feeling that made the woman buck and twist and weep while her daughter continued shrieking her mind out. Ellen screamed too. It was so wonderful. Her climax was like nothing she had ever felt before. She tightened her lips around Bobby's rodding prick, moving her tongue over its full length. And in a moment she felt the musky, bleachy flavor of cum spurting from his piss-slit, splashing down her throat, threatening to gag her while her daughter rutted and fucked blindly on top of her.
"Mother!"
Cindy screamed out the word, collapsing on top of Ellen while the wires threatened to tear off her tits and clit with the vibrating tension. It was only after some time that Ellen regained her consciousness, blinking her eyes open and seeing just how distended her nipples were from the pulling tension against Cindy's clit. She could see her daughter's red, angry lump of clit flesh still pulsing against the strangling wire while her own fuck-bud pulsed like an angry, festering wound.
"Good, damned fuckin' good. We wanted pictures, but got so fuckin' caught up in what was happening we didn't bring out the camera. We'll take care of that later," Burt said, stroking his prick.
"Shit, Dad, gettin' eaten out by this one's fantastic! She's almost better than her daughter!" Bobby said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Nearly ripped the nipples off that one," Jack said, nodding in Cindy's direction.
The blonde teen lay humped over her mother, her head turned to one side, the leather strap pressed against her cunt, slicked with juice and spit. Cindy wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. She had done this to her mother-twice!
"Get 'em untied. I don't wanna fuck 'em over yet. We're gonna have us a better free-for-all in a while, but we gotta rest. Burt shook his head and sucked in a deep, shuddering breath.
"Those two are real hellcats! Ain't had an act like that since I left the P.I. back in '69!"
Jack and Bobby carefully slipped the knots from the women's nipples and clit, kicking Cindy off her mother and rolling her into a corner. Ellen lay there, spitting out a foul mixture of shit, cum and spit, groaning at how she had behaved with her daughter. How, she wondered to herself, would she ever be able to look at Cindy again, knowing what the two of them had done?
Jack stepped up to Ellen, shoving one toe under her right hip and rolling her over. She obliged him. He was kicking her, pushing her like a log until she was lying next to her daughter. Cindy shrank away, ashamed to even touch her mother now, let alone look at her. It was all Ellen could do to keep from breaking down in tears, her feelings now a confused stew boiling in her mind.
"Since you two seem to love fuckin' around with one another so much, I'm gonna make sure you don't get disappointed," Burt said, an idea striking him. "Get up, both of you, and stop that shitty whimperin'! Makes me wanna puke when I hear it."
Ellen rose, Cindy standing behind her, keeping her reddened face from her. She was about to speak when Burt made a sign with one hand, forcing her to be silent. He had them standing back to back, their asscheeks pillowing out against each other. Ellen spread her legs as she was directed to while Cindy brought her knees together, pushing her feet between her mother's thighs until her toes were touching Ellen's. It was difficult for them to stand that way without falling forward.
Bobby got the idea, taking Cindy's arms and pulling them behind her back, placing one wrist atop the other and moving her hands up until they were well behind her and touching the bottom swell of her mother's thirty-six-inch tits. - Jack placed a pair of the handcuffs on her, a rusty pair that barely worked. Ellen looked down at the metal, wondering if the cuffs would ever open once he had snapped them shut.
Jack took Ellen's arms and stretched them around Cindy's, locking her wrists together in the same manner, only this time using two strands of brown cowhide to lash her hands together. The women were locked one to the other in this way, swaying from side to side, afraid to make one move for fear of forcing the other to crash down onto the floor.
"Now, let's make this interesting, real interesting. We tied your nipples to your clits. Now we're gonna make the game more interesting," Burt said with a smile crossing his thick lips.
Snapping his fingers, he indicated to his son what he wanted. Ellen watched the boy search through the dreadful cabinet once again, coming out with four six-inch strands of metal wire, a small sharp clamp at the end of each. Burt took two of them, holding each up to Ellen's eyes to terrify her a little more, then bringing one down and opening its jaws. She knew what he was going to do as he snapped the teeth down on her right nipple, then clamped the other end to one of the handcuff's links. Ellen winced in pain, grinding her teeth, trying not to scream for fear of startling her daughter.
He repeated his action, attaching her left tit to the clamp, then pulling the metal wire taut and affixing it to the opposite cuff. Her nipples pulled out as Cindy's wrists dropped a bit, her arms exhausted from being pulled back in that way.
"No, don't, Cindy!" Ellen cried in panic. "He's wired me to your wrists. If you let your hand go down, you'll tear my nipples off!"
The woman felt her daughter tense behind her and force her wrists back up.
"Like mother, like daughter. Cindy, you're gonna go through the same thing. No sense in letting your mother suffer that way, right?"
Cindy stood there trembling, her shoulders and upper arms aching from the awkward position bound to her mother.
She looked about her, wide-eyed, jerking her arms up once more when she heard Ellen scream out that her nipples were tearing against the clamps again. The next moment, she knew what her mother was shouting about, Bobby having clamped her nipples and attached them via the wire to the leather thongs holding Ellen's wrists together, just under Cindy's tits.
"Okay, Cindy, move your feet in a little. That's right," Burt said, kicking her lightly against her heels.
The teen squealed, carefully shuffling her feet in tiny steps until her toes were touching the balls of her mother's feet.
"Fine, just keep 'em there."
Burt roped their ankles together, wrapping the line around in figure-eights, securing both their feet while cinching the rope so tight she could feel it cutting into her flesh. Cindy tightened her legs, feeling the muscles bulge out, feeling as if she would fall to the floor at any second. The sounds of her mother's whimpers plus the tugging, painful sensation against her nipples kept her from succumbing to the weakness.
"That's fuckin' fine. Look at 'em, Bobby. That's the way all fuckin' bitches should be kept in between fuckin'. They ain't gonna give nobody no lip, and they'll be kept primed for a hot fuck when we're ready." Burt said, tugging at the wire holding Ellen's tits to her daughter's wrists and laughing as the older woman let out a high-pitched scream.
"Yaghghghhhg! No more, no more! Oh God, don't do this to us any more!"
"They're havin' a bad time," Burt said in an ironic voice. "Gotta spice things up a little. Let's see which one's gonna fall down and tear up the other. Gotta give 'em some incentive, though."
"Yeah. The juice. Give 'em the juice, Dad. Fuckin' turn-on when they start twistin' and jerking' that way," Bobby suggested, his eyes glowing with excitement.
"Yeah, but we gotta think of somethin' new, man. Don't like to bore these fuckin' sluts. Cunts that hot-gotta give 'em something new-like maybe this. Hey Jack, bring that pedal thing here . . . you know, the one we put together for those cunts from San Berdu."
Ellen watched as Burt's brother brought what appeared to be a large black box with a pedal, untangling the wires, then bringing a second one. She turned her head and saw the awful gray generator she had suffered from earlier. Both men took the pedal devices and untangled the wires, putting one opposite each woman. Bobby pushed the generator up against Cindy. He turned it on and waited for his father.
"What we've got here, girls, is a kind of volume generator. The harder you press on the pedal, the more juice you send up through the wires, and those wires are gonna be clamped right to your tits and cunt. Only the more you push down on your pedal, Mom, the more juice you're gonna send right into your daughter's pussy. And the more you push down on your pedal, honey, the more juice you send into your mother. In case you think you're gonna be noble and not put your foot down, I can control the juice from over there and override you bitches. You don't cooperate and I'll fry the ass off both of you."
Ellen trembled, remembering the rush of current and the pain she had endured before. One pedal was pushed up against her toes. By tightening her tendons she could barely raised her foot, feeling the tension of the restraint against her feet. Cindy felt the same thing being shoved under her foot.
"Now, for the final hook-up," Burt said, taking out the all-too-familiar wires and clamps, attaching them to the power outlet of the generator, then moving the clamps over until he attached two to Ellen's handcuffs and two to her daughters. Then he attached the final clamp to a position half an inch beneath each woman's slit. "Okay. You two can start playin'. I gotta see this. Man, it's gonna tear you apart!"
Ellen hesitated, curling her toes back, her feet trembling while awful hesitation gripped her. After thirty seconds had passed, Burt muttered something and turned the dial to the first notch, sending a sharp shock of electricity soaring into both women.
Cindy jerked backward, her wrists slipping down, the movement tearing at Ellen's nipples. Ellen shrieked, her foot stepping down on the pedal and sending a rush of voltage into the teen's tits and cunt.
"Aghghhhhh! Mother, what are you doing to meeeeee?" Cindy screamed, snapping her head back and banging her skull agianst Ellen's.
Cindy pulled her wrists up, easing the tension of the wire against her mother's tits and thus making Ellen realize just what she was doing. She backed off from the pedal, feeling her daughter relax behind her. Both women were breathing hard, feeling as if they had been backed into the final corner.
Again Burt turned the switch briefly, this time up to the third notch. It was as if someone had smacked each of them with the broadside of a burning sword. Cindy broke this time, her foot stepping on the pedal nearly all the way and sending a blast of high voltage smashing into her mother's body.
Ellen's eyes fluttered as she thought her nipples were burning off and her cunt had caught fire. She snapped her body to one side, her foot coming to rest down on the pedal. Both women screamed their lungs out, their heart-rending cries bouncing off the walls while saliva frothed from each woman's mouth. Ellen thought her brain was frying in her skull while her teeth ached, then rattled in her head. Cindy was fighting the same feeling, her clit swelling to the bursting point as the burning current singed her cunt.
She thought she could smell flesh burning as her foot stepped on the pedal all the way. Her asscheeks shivered up against her mother's while her arms tightened up against Ellen's tits. Sparks seemed to fly from flesh to flesh while each woman hugged the other in the awkward backward embrace. Both were pressing the pedals down all the way, sending the maximum amount of electrical current to the other. Their bodies shivered and jerked against one another, the nipples turning purple, swelling as if they were going to burst.
Ellen's knees wobbled, threatening to give way. It was only her daughter's ass and thighs that kept her upright. Her head whipped from side to side, her blonde hair tangling around her throat while more saliva spat from her mouth. Once more she felt her muscles twitching and jerking uncontrollably from the current rushing through her body and tearing and singeing all her cunt tissue.
Cindy screamed, throwing her head back and yelling while the black wires bounced against her body. Ellen felt the two of them listing dangerously to one side. Her footing was giving way. In a moment she felt herself slipping, her foot sliding from the pedal. "No, oh God!"
Both women managed to keep their hands pressed up to keep from tearing the other's tits. Mother and daughter crumpled in a heap, a tangle of arms and legs. Burt switched off the machine, watching the two twitching against one another.
Finally it stopped. Ellen turned her head, trying to peer over her shoulder to see her daughter. She could feel Cindy breathing against her, her legs moving back and forth. She had cum during the last assault of that current against her nipples and clit.
Cindy stirred, rubbing the backs of her legs against hers as if to tell her everything was okay. It was something Ellen had never expected her daughter to do, especially considering what had happened.
"Man, that was good, real good," Burt said, starting to unfasten the clamps. "You two learned fast. Mother and daughter should do things together, and there's no reason why we can't be a kind of team, you know-father and son, and mother and daughter."
He indicated Bobby and himself as he unfastened the cuffs of each woman after taking the restraints from their nipples.
"Never!" Ellen spat out, rubbing her wrists together, then turning and seeing Cindy opposite her, hiding her face in her hands. She slipped one hand around the girl's shaking shoulders and caressed the back of her neck. Her daughter. Her flesh and blood. And it had come to this!
"Mother, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I was just trying to have some fun, and didn't know Bobby and his father ... "
"You don't have to worry about the auto part shit. You two ain't gonna get involved in that," Burt said, throwing their clothes in their faces. "Just be on call. I know when I got a broad hooked, and you both are, whether you like it or not."
Cindy said nothing, hiding her reddened face from them and her mother while trying to sort out her clothing. Ellen, however, knew there was an ounce of truth in what Burt had said. He had touched a hidden chord, an important one deep in both of them. Ellen wasn't certain about the future. But she was reasonably sure Burt and the others would be involved in it some way. And to her surprise, she was far from sickened by the thought.
"We have to talk about Ellen said, rousing her daughter. "I think our futures are going to change."
"I know, mother, I know," Cindy whispered softly, looking at her mother in the eye, both women having the same thought. How good it was, Ellen thought as she gathered her things together, that finally she and Cindy were sharing a common experience. And what new ones awaited them in the future! Life, after all, needn't be boring.
