It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattels and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as fifty percent of their produce to large land-owners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Shari Evans and her mother, two innocent women who are captured and led into a nightmare world of rape and violence.
TRAINED MOTHER, CHAINED DAUGHTER is the story of women who find out what it is like to be treated like objects rather than people. It is a reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooooh, tie me up that way! Oh yes! Yes! Do it to me like that!"
Shari Evans crouched under her mother's bedroom window, her fingers tightening around the sill as she peeked through the opened space between the ledge and the shade. She could make out her mother rolling around stark naked in bed, her legs kicking in the air. And there, kneeling on the bed with a pair of her mother's pantyhose twisted in both hands was a big, strange madman. She hadn't seen his face yet.
When she had slipped back early from studying with her geography research group at the library, Shari had come home in the middle of her mother's clandestine trysting. She had seen that blue pickup truck outside and grew suspicious. How glad she was she hadn't barged into the house as she usually did. She knelt there now in shock, her pulse racing madly while her mother was rutting in front of her. There she was, flaunting herself, begging like some crazed animal fucking around there in heat to be tied up! It was almost more than she could stand.
"You want it, bitch? You wanna get roped up and fucked?"
The man growled, raising one hand high in the air. Shari clasped both hands over her mouth, watching his arm come down. Through the glass she could hear the dry, smacking sound of his slap and her mother's sharp cry.
"Yes, yes." The woman sobbed, her long blonde hair splashing over her face.
Shari clutched at her black sweater as the man backhanded her mother one more time, taking her by the shoulders and jerking her up from the mattress, only to throw her down hard like rotting garbage. Now she could see the heavy swing of his cock as he half-turned toward her! How had her mother found a man like that? More importantly, why had she done something as awful as get herself into this position? He was calling her all sorts of names, hitting her, then threatening to rope her!
And why was she, Shari Evans, feeling a warm tingle in her young, unplowed pussy? She shifted position under the window, feeling her knees sinking into the soft, grassy soil. Her nipples were growing stiff and itchy too as she watched the big man take the pantyhose and twist it into a rope. Shari watched him bend over her mother with the silk belt. The woman cupped a hand under his balls.
"Uh!"
He smacked her hard against the side of the head, knocking her onto her right side.
"I didn't tell you you could touch me! Remember that, you fucked-up slut! You beg when you want somethin' from me, understand"
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, blinking the hot burning tears from her eyes.
"My God," Shari murmured, feeling her cheeks catch on fire. She had never seen her mother like this. Mom had always been orderly, in control, firm. Now she was a whimpering slave, cringing under this horrid man, begging him to do things to her that made Shari feel a little sick.
"And I'm gonna be around for a long time . . . even if you don't want me any more, so you'd better pay fuckin' attention to what I want."
Shari watched her mother give the man her wrists. Carefully he tied the pantyhose around her hands, cinching the nylon tight, then doubling it and fixing the material with a double figure-eight. Making sure the bond was snugged tight, the stud lumbered off the mattress and padded barefooted to the door where he pulled the belt from the woman's bathrobe.
"Now for the rest."
Shari watched him roll her mother onto her right side, bending her knees back while pulling her wrists and ankles together. She could hear her mother cry out in pain as the man roped her ankles together, then fixed them to her bound wrists. With a grunt he shoved her back onto her ass again, laughing at her as she rubbed the soles of her bare feet together. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away.
"I think I've done a good job considering I didn't bring any rope or shit with me," he said with approval of his work.
Sliding his fingers down, he began pinching her thighs, making the woman shriek with pain as he neared her pussy. Shari felt herself trembling violently, bracing herself against the side of the house as she watched the horrific scene going on in the bedroom.
"Eaghghghhghhh!"
He was pinching her cunt! Shari could see the man's fingers disappearing into the dark red recess of her mother's pussy. The woman was arching her back, shrieking while shoving her head back into the pillow. Her thighs ridged while the cords stood out in her neck. Shari looked around self-consciously, wondering if the neighbors could hear. But the homes were relatively far apart in this affluent bedroom community, and doubtlessly most of the people had their television sets on this early in the evening. Her mother could scream her heart out and no one would hear.
Shari blinked her eyes clear as she watched the big man start to work her mother over with his mouth. He was licking one knee, then the other. He was spreading her legs with both hands, spreading them until her knees were touching the mattress and her pussy was wide open. Her mother was breathing raggedly as she looked up at the big man with fearful, lustful eyes.
"You're one helluva woman, Rhoda. That's your name, right."
"Yes, but . . . "
"No buts, bitch. You wanted to join our club. So I'm here to check you out," he said mysteriously.
Club? What kind of club was her mother joining? She had never heard her talk about something like this! Of course, she never would have, Shari thought, feeling her cunt fuzz start to stand on end as the man called Jack dived down onto her mother's snatch and started growling. Rhoda shouted again, jerking her firm ass off the mattress while the big man fed onto her pussy. Finally he pulled back, picking some hairs from between his teeth.
Shari felt a little sick again. But at the same time she was wishing she could be there on the bed, feeling the strain of those bonds against her wrists and ankles, while this man raped her with his tongue.
What am I thinking of? she thought, trying to push that thought from her mind as she turned from the window. Maybe she should go somewhere else, disappear and come back later when she was supposed to. This early return had been her own idea, based on a suspicion that something dreadful was going on between her mother and someone. She found her worst fears confirmed.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Her mother's scream brought her back to reality once again. Jerking her head around, she peeped through the window and caught sight of a horror that took her breath away. Jack was standing on the bed now, his thick-muscled legs spread widely apart while the muscles of his back rippled with every move he made. Her mother's forehead was wrinkled while her face registered fear and pain.
There in his hands was a belt, doubled over with the buckled end in his right hand. Shari knew instinctively what was going on! She trembled as she watched him cock his arm up, then bring the looped belt down hard against her mother's right inner thigh. Rhoda screamed, her body straining against the bonds as she twisted up against the headboard. But with the pantyhose and bathrobe belt still holding fast, there was little the woman could do but submit.
Jack brought the belt down again, this time the black leather smacking dryly across her right tit. Rhoda shrieked, rolling protectively onto her belly and wriggling like a snake back up to the headboard where she began to chew the pillow.
"Yeah, that's nice ... a nice hot ass, rollin' right in front of me, just waitin' for a good beltin'."
It looked as if Rhoda was about to roll around once more. But Jack kicked her hard in the ass, placing his right heel on her ass and forcing her flat onto the bed while he shot his right arm down. The belt unfolded, snapping in the air before crashing down into the woman's sweaty asshole. Her screams bounced off the wall as again and again the black leather left long red marks on her ass.
Shari threw her arms around her young body, hugging herself as she watched the big stud grow sweaty from the beating effort. Perspiration streaked down his darkly tanned body, his muscles tightening and rippling with each killing blow he gave her mother.
Rhoda's cries grew louder and louder while the bed shook from the violence of the beating. A hard blow between her shoulder blades knocked her nearly unconscious. Jack stopped for a second, rubbing his whipping arm, then moving carefully on either side of her, dragging the black leather along her flesh. Shari could see her mother shivering at the touch while her ankles and wrists fought against the restraining bonds.
Perhaps Rhoda had had enough of this strange initiation. Perhaps she should call the police for her. But Shari hesitated at that. She could imagine the laughter and the dirty remarks that Rhoda would have to endure when the police came in and found her this way. Shari bit her Up, fighting down the desire to beat on the windows with her tiny fists and cry out. No. She would watch and would do something like that only if it appeared things were getting out of hand.
"Ohhhh ..."
Jack had slipped the belt under her mother's chin, drawing it back so the flat edge would press against her throat and windpipe. Shari could hear Rhoda gagging, her eyes popping
. w from her head as she twisted her head around, desperately trying to ease the choking sensation of the belt. "No, noooo!"
"Damned cunt! Gonna fuck you in the ass! Gonna fuck you 'til you bleed, baby! That's just what you want, right? Can't get enough of the old belt, so you gotta have more. You're gonna get it."
Shari cried out again as she saw the long, thick donkey-sized cock swaying from Jack's groin. He was working it up even harder, massaging it with his fingers until it was sticking straight out like a barber pole! Spitting on his palms, he slicked down the double-lobed head, then dropped to his knees and swatted her mother's ass hard. Using his thumbs, he slipped them into the crease, spreading them like two hot loaves of bread.
Shari watched on in fascination, her cunt so very hot and very tight while her nipples itched maddeningly against her halter. She fought the desire to touch herself down there, something her mother had said was very, very wicked.
The big stud was mounting her mother from behind, knocking her bound wrists and ankles to one side while pushing his prick into her. Shari could hear her mother's cries grow louder and louder, finally muffled when Jack grabbed the pillow and shoved it hard against her flushed face.
"Umfmmfmfmmffff f!"
"Yeah, that's it, bitch, take it! Take my fuckin' cock, you slut! Get that hungry ass movin' real nice and good."
He bent over her, dropping down, biting the nape of her neck while working his hips back and forth. Rhoda was coughing and choking between her screams, her arm muscles bulging against the bonds while she wallowed against the groaning mattress. He shoved down hard a second time, this time making her shriek through the pillow.
Shari knew she should have risen and rushed for a nearby phone to call the authorities. But she still remained there, crouched silently under her mother's bedroom, watching while this man raped her in the ass! He was moving his hips faster now, his prick tearing through the pretty blonde's asshole. Again and again he reared back, slapping Rhoda's ass while he rode her into the mattress.
But, from her mother's cries now, Shari could guess that Rhoda was experiencing something more than pain and humiliation. Even with the biting, the slapping and the horrible insults a hurled at her from behind, Rhoda sounded as if she was enjoying this ass-rape. Her cries gurgled happily from her mouth while her body twisted up against his as best it could.
Jack was pounding his prick into her ass like a maniac, slapping her, working his cockmeat deeper and deeper while she lay there bound and enjoying it.
"Take it! Jesus Christ, you've got one helluva tight, suckin' ass! Yeah, the more you get of my cock down there, the more you want! Shit! It's like suckin' some hot cunt's pussy! Baby, you want this shit real bad, and I'm gonna give it to you!"
Shari heard her mother cry out-the scream of a woman in climax. Jack groaned, taking the woman by the shoulders and jerking her up from the bed only to shove her back down into the crushed pillow below. He sounded like a bull in rut, roaring and bellowing as he dumped his fiery load into her mother's sucking asshole.
It was all too much for the young blonde. She hadn't touched herself until then, but she was wiggling her ass, the weight of her plump ass adding to the friction between her swollen, slick cuntlips. She was moving so fast her body was sweaty. And then when her mother started cumming Shari couldn't control herself.
She reached under her blue skirt, sliding her hand under the elastic leg band of her panties and fingering her clit. The jolts of her climax cut through her like white lightning. She was cumming, having an orgasm just as her mother had had! Thrilling spasms of lust tore through her body as she fell back, sinking to the ground, crying as she jerked and twisted in the tall grass. Her fingers reached to plow into the mushy heat of her cunt. It was so good, Shari thought it would surely kill her. A fire storm encased her twisting body as she came under her mother's window.
When she finally opened her eyes, the teen realized she had to get out from under the window. What if someone caught her there? How could she explain herself? Scrambling up from her position, Shari again pressed her nose flat against the window and saw the man writing something down on her mother's note pad.
"Here's our number. You give it a call whenever you wanna come over. We got one helluva playroom for anything you want," he said, dropping the paper on her mother's belly.
The bonds had been taken off. Rhoda was rubbing her wrists together, examining her ankles and still cringing away from the big man. He dropped down suddenly, grabbing her long blonde hair and pulling it back. Rhoda screamed, her mouth a tight scar while her fingers flailed against the big stud's chest. Jack knocked her hands away, laughing at her futile movements. He kissed her long and hard, dropping one hand down to her cunt, then jabbing three fingers into her hole. Rhoda screamed, snapping her legs together, hungrily tossing her hips up and down in jerky fucking motions.
Shari blushed in shame for her mother, staggering away from the window, her knees knocking together as she thought of what had happened. She still had two hours to go before she returned home! Her mind reeled about, her entire world shattered by the image of her mother roped, bound and fucked by this stranger! Club? Again the thought of her mother joining any kind of club that encouraged this sort of thing made her feel wildly sick! Her mother must be out of her mind. Shari felt she had to talk to someone, someone who would understand. Pausing at the street corner, she again thought of phoning the police, but scotched the idea for the moment. Who would believe her? And when the story got to her mother-as it surely would-Shari could only guess the embarrassment and humiliation that would cause. She thought of her friend Tina
Murphy. Yes! Tina was more worldly than she was. She would know.
Armed with that hope, Shari rushed down the darkened street, images of her mother bound head and foot flashing through her mind as she raced toward Tina's.
Back at the house, Rhoda was smoothing her fingers over the small red welts appearing on her ass. She bit her lower Up, wondering just what kind of mess she had gotten herself into. She had seen the ad in one of those swinger newsletters she had finally had the courage to purchase. As Jack slipped into his jeans, the woman remembered how icy her fingers were when she had read his club's ad. Something inside her, something she had never, ever thought existed, stirred and made her make that call. Now, having undergone one session with the club president, Rhoda wasn't sure she wanted to play the game any more.
"So, I'll see you Wednesday. That's when we're gonna have our . . . initiation for you. You'll dig it, baby, just like you ate this up."
Rhoda craw-fished back from the big man leaning over her, stifling a whimper as he stroked her long white legs.
"Whatsa matter with you, bitch? You act like you don't want me around no more."
Rhoda shook her head, fear clenching her throat. She didn't have the courage to throw him out. But how she wished he would leave on his own.
"You forget how much you dug gettin' ass-fucked while bein' roped? You want more, baby? You want it all now?"
He shoved his face against hers, shouting at her, making Rhoda scream and shoot back against the bed until her spine cracked over the headboard. She saw that paw-like hand rising in the air and covered her face protectively. He brought it down against her tits, slapping them cruelly, then pinching the right nipple until she thought he would tear it off.
Rhoda screamed, kicking both legs against him, feeling herself trapped like a small, frightened animal. Jack knocked her legs away, jamming one hand down into her crotch and curling his fingers around her cunthairs.
Rhoda froze with horror. She could feel him starting to pull upward. She started to scream no, but he yanked up too quickly. The woman shrieked, her screams shrilling louder and louder as he plucked out a fistful of her pussyhairs. Rhoda had never felt this kind of painful fire tearing through her body before.
"Now, I'm going to give you a taste of what the fuck you can expect on Wednesday-and you'll be there, baby, if you wanna keep on breathin'."
Jack fished a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, tapping them until one slid free. Lighting it, he took two deep drags, blowing the blue-gray smoke into her face. Rhoda coughed, her eyes closing partially and tearing. But she managed to watch as Jack dropped the burning ash to her nipple. Rhoda trembled, afraid to move, terrified to remain in the same place. She shivered as if in a fever as he dropped it a little farther, then finally touched the long, red nub with the tip.
"Owwww!" Rhoda screamed, rolling onto her belly while slapping back at the big man atop her.
Jack kept his cool, holding onto the cigarette, then dropping it down quickly between her butt-crack into her asshole. Rhoda's eyes bulged, her lips working against one another while nothing but a rush of air escaped from her mouth. He was burning out her bowels right there in her own bed! She clawed like a maniac against the sheets, tearing them from the mattress, finally propelling herself like a torpedo into the wall.
Jack laughed cruelly, grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair and yanking her back onto the bed, slapping her half senseless, then jerking her around until she lay back on her ass. The cigarette came down a second time against her left nipple, making the woman jerk and twitch as if someone were electrocuting her. Her shouts and screams were tiring him after some time. Backhanding the blonde harshly, he took another drag of the cigarette, then pushed it down against her right inner thigh, crushing it out. "Uhhhhhhh!"
That short bit of savagery was worse than the long torment of being bound and fucked in the ass. Rhoda groaned, wishing she could fall through the mattress and disappear. Jack threw the broken cigarette onto the floor and laughed softly, pointing a warning finger at her.
"Remember. Wednesday. And don't be late, bitch ..."
Rhoda shuddered. It was like a warning from hell!
CHAPTER TWO
"Your mom's doing what?"
Tina Murphy, a shortish, brunette teen whose vivacious eyes seemed to move continually, sat outside her home with Shari, her mouth wide open. The blonde had told her everythingeverything about the beating, her mother's cries of joy and pain, everything.
"I don't know what to do! She sounds like she's enjoying it. But it's so ... so freaky watching her tied up that way, with that guy doing things to her."
Tina shuddered, rubbing her fingertips briskly up and down her upper arms.
"Wow, that is weird! Maybe you should talk to your mom . . . you know, have one of those heart-to-heart things all our folks seem to want to have with us when we get in trouble."
"No!"
Shari recoiled from the idea. She could imagine her mother's horror when she realized her daughter had seen everything! The thought made the girl a little sick.
"Look, maybe we can find out more about the guy and this club of his. Then we'll know how to handle this, right? I mean, you've got to know what you and your mom are up against, right?"
"I guess," Shari said hesitantly, not particularly relishing the idea of snooping around that big stud's place. She remembered the way he'd towered over her mother, the way he had beaten her down to the bed then fucked her brutally. God only knows what else they were doing while she was sitting here quietly with her best friend in the whole world! She shuffled her sandaled feet over the concrete stoop, feeling a breeze lift her blonde hair gently from her shoulders. Tina was right. It was either that or tell her mother she knew what was going on. She would take it one step at a time. That was the only thing she could do.
"Good. Let's meet after school. Do you think you can get the address of that guy?" Tina asked, stretching her thin arms above her head.
Shari remembered watching Jack write down something on her mother's bedside note pad.
"Uh-huh."
"Okay. We'll meet and figure out what to do then, okay?"
Shari shrugged, hugging her friend tightly, then breaking away and rushing from the front stoop. It was about time for her to be coming home.
When she approached her house, the young teen saw all the lights on, a sign Jack was gone. Rhoda had changed, Shari saw when she walked into the living room. Her mother sat by the droning television, flipping idly through a magazine, showing no signs of what had happened before.
Shari stood in the doorway for a moment, her cunt starting to warm and tighten while that itchy, tingly feeling around her nipples began again. Hypocrite! she thought to herself, remembering her mother's white ass bouncing and shivering in the air while Jack stroked his fat cock and started fucking her.
"Is anything wrong, dear?" Rhoda asked, wrinkling her forehead up when she saw her daughter's darkening face.
"No, Mother. I'm just tired. I think I'll go to bed. See you tomorrow."
It was still a dream, something she couldn't believe was happening to her and her mother. She made her way upstairs, undressed and fell across her bed.
"My name is Shari. I haven't lost my mind," she repeated several times as she closed her eyes and tried to get the image of Jack beating and fucking her mother from her mind.
The following day dragged by for Shari as she sat in class, waiting for time to pass by. She had managed to sneak into Rhoda's bedroom this morning and find the address Jack had written for her. At lunch she showed it to Tina who seemed to relish the idea of tracking down this club. When three-thirty came and school was dismissed, the two girls met by the girls' locker room, Shari wishing she had the courage to call the whole thing off. But the more she thought about her mother and Jack, the more determined she was to get to the bottom of this mess.
"Let's go. The place is only a few blocks from here," Tina said, adjusting the pink sweater around her narrow shoulders.
The two girls rushed from the school, Shari looking nervously around to make sure no one was following them. It was a foolish move, of course, but one she couldn't help. They crossed several streets, finally coming to the one indicated on Shari's note paper.
There at the end of the street was a large two-story wood-frame house, standing alone, surrounded by empty lots. The area looked as if it were being scheduled for demolition. It was so lonely, so solitary. And her mother was supposed to come here Wednesday night for another session? Shari regretted she hadn't called the police earlier!
"Come on!"
Tina was dragging her across the field to a position behind the house. Shari had wanted to go home. Confronting her mother surely would make more sense now than creeping around this abandoned building, hoping to find out something about the club. Shari wasn't sure she wanted to know more.
"I think somebody's inside."
Shari made a move as if to leave. They were by the back door now and she could hear movement inside the building. The wind was making the tall dry grass around them whisper. They were trespassing. That man could make trouble for them. Oh, why weren't they leaving?
"Get down! Somebody's coming out!"
Shari didn't move quickly enough. The back screen door opened and the girl found herself facing Jack, that maniac who had done all those things to her mother. She stood there frozen, Tina having ducked behind three old metal garbage cans.
Jack was as surprised as she was, standing stock still for a moment before making a lurching forward movement. Shari felt his fingers grab her by the upper arm and jerk her forward, her feet sliding out from under her. She pitched headlong against him, a sharp pain shooting up her arm and into her shoulder while his fingertips were making small blue bruise marks in her flesh.
"I told you kids not to fuck around with me. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," he growled, hauling her up the stairs.
"No, help me, help, uhhhh!"
Shari finally snapped to her senses, crying out for help as she was dragged into the big house. Her feet banged uselessly against the stairs while Jack brought his other big palm around and clapped it hard against her lips. He pressed down firmly, forcing her lips to cut against her teeth.
"Maybe when I knock some sense into you you'll tell the others to stay the fuck outta here."
"No, no, lemme go! Lemme go!"
Shari was horrified, feeling his big hands pawing her, clutching at her dress and tearing it from her. She could feel the material ripping around her tits, while he looped one steely arm around her waist and pulled her past the kitchen. Shari kicked out with both legs, her feet knocking over two chairs then banging hard against the refrigerator. She hurt her ankles badly in those blows while she twisted like a snake against the big, angry man.
Shari caught half-glimpses of a dirty place in complete disorder, the smell of stale tobacco and something else foul hanging like a miasma in the air. He was dragging her like a sack across the living room, stopping now and then to tear off more of her dress. Shari was horrified, remembering how her mother had twisted helplessly in this man's hands. He was going to rape her! She could see that already. He was planning to stick his prick into her and . . . and fuck her until she bled! That thought made the teen writhe around more wildly in his grip.
"Stupid little bitch."
Jack dropped her, wheeling about and bringing his right hand down hard against the left side of her face. The blow made Shad's head snap violently to one side, her long hair splashing across her face. Stunned, her cheek burning from the slap while her neck muscles ached from the strain, Shari collapsed sobbing to the filthy carpeting. She drew one hand up protectively against her mouth, wishing she were dead. Where was Tina? Why wasn't she doing something-throwing a rock through the window to distract him, screaming for help outside, something!
"Aiycccccccee!"
He had twisted his fingers around in her hair and was pulling her back across the living room now. Shari snapped back into reality, her eyelids flickering rapidly while she slapped backward with her hands. The pain gripping her scalp was mind blowing! She had never felt this kind of agony. The young girl drew her legs back, beating the balls of her feet against the floor as she tried to crawfish back and ease the pulling pain of his fingers against the tearing roots of her hair.
More of her dress sloughed off, her tits jiggling sensuously now in the cups of her halter, while Jack pulled her back into the kitchen. He dropped his grip on her hair, bringing the back of his hand hard against her jaw. His knuckles bruised her chin, the force of the blow snapping her head back and sending her body scudding across the tiled floor against the kitchen table. Shari heard something roll from the top and crash to the floor behind her.
"Thinkin' twice about sneakin' around, right? Come on, I'll give you somethin' more to think about."
She felt his fingers slip behind the elastic band of her bra. He was tearing it from her body, pulling the halter from her shoulders, ripping the cups from her tits. Shari screamed, but it was too late. Her tits sprang free and rolled down her upper chest, bouncing jauntily with stiff, erect red nipples.
"Nice tits, baby, real nice. Nice everything," Jack murmured, his eyes ravaging her half-naked body.
Shari threw her hands protectively across her chest, drawing her lithe legs under her ass. She trembled, her eyes wide and frightened like a shivering, threatened doe.
What bravado she had, had evaporated like a morning mist. Jack liked standing there like that, his strong legs spread apart, the torn bra hanging from his fingers while he licked his thick lips and contemplated what he was going to do to her.
"I think we're gonna have ourselves a nice time before I let you go."
"No! Not like you did with my mother! No!" Shari blurted out, tucking her legs more firmly under her shivering ass and backing up until her spine touched the soiled kitchen wall.
"Your ... I thought something was familiar about you," he said slowly, his eyes focusing on the cringing teen. Shari could tell he recognized her now, that recognition drawing out a broader smile. "So you know what's going on, eh? I don't know what the hell you know or how, but I can see that same kinda look in your eyes your old lady had. You want it bad, don't you? And you want it in my way, right?"
Shari shook her head violently from side to side, feeling the shiver of horror creep up her spine. The thought of servicing this horrid man the way her mother had sickened the teen.
"Liar! We'll see," he said, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her up.
He wrapped both hands around her, hugging her against his body while his fingers crawled like snakes over her ass. She felt his hands against the thin nylon of her panties, the fingers digging into her fleshy asscheeks, separating them, working the nylon into the tight, sweaty crack. Shari ground her teeth together, her stomach turning over.
"Lemme go! Lemme go, you filthy old fart! Lemme go!"
"Scream your fuckin' head off. Ain't nobody gonna hear you, especially when it comes to the basement, baby," Jack said.
"No, no!"
He reached out and caught her tits in the palms of his hands. Shari trembled at his touch as he squeezed them, making the hard nipples stand out even farther than before. There had been times when Shari had wondered about what it would feel like having some guy touching her tits, and sucking on her nipples. She had heard wonderful stories about girls who said it nearly made them faint. Now all Shari could feel was sickening revulsion. "Uhhhhhh!"
She bent backward until she thought her spine would snap in two. He was sucking on her nipple, mouthing it greedily while biting onto the hard, sensitive flesh. Shari blushed furiously, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders and face. But Jack was too strong, too powerful to be bothered with her futile attempts. Shari shuddered as she heard the slick sucking sounds of his lips around her nipples, then screamed in agony when his front teeth chomped down hard, threatening to tear the nubs from her tits.
It was then he grabbed her panties and ripped the white translucent nylon from her ass. She felt the stinging slaps of his palms against her asscheeks, then shouted out a cry once more when a thick, callused fingertip pressed against her asshole and shoved in. Shari's knees threatened to buckle completely. She thought of her mother kneeling there, her ass split by this stud's awful prick! Would she wind up the same? The thought made her struggle against that sucking, biting mouth and that awful probing finger!
"No!"
He bit down hard into her tit around the areola. She felt his teeth tearing into the soft flesh of her tit while the sharp, lancing pain blasted through her. Her feet slid down under the big man while she felt him jab his finger up to the second joint. He was wriggling it around in her asshole, scraping the slick warm lining with his jagged fingernail. It was all she could do to keep from fainting. Her vision blurred with tears of pain that streaked her flushed cheeks.
"Stop it! I haven't done anything to you. Stop it!" she cried.
"Snoopin' around, wantin' the same thing your old lady gets without payin' for it. You'll get it, all right. I dig young kids like you breakin' into this kinda shit. You'll be beggin' for more by the time I finish up with you, slut."
The words, the things he was calling her numbed the young teen! Never, ever would someone handle her this way. He sucked her nipples some more, then slipped his finger from her asshole.
Shari sighed with relief, drawing her hands now around her pussy protectively. Jack slapped them away, holding her from him stiffly with his hands and assessing her body. She could tell from his face he was more than satisfied with what he saw.
"Nice, nice pussy. You fuck around much?"
Shad's face blanched.
"No, never! I never . . . did anything with a boy," she protested, more tears of shame burning in her eyes.
Jack's forehead wrinkled in surprise, a bemused smile crossing his lips.
"You into ladies? You a dyke or somethin'?"
"No! Leave me alone!"
"Shame nobody's broke you in. But Ol' Jack'll take care of that real easy."
"No, no, please. I'll do anything, I'll run away and never tell anybody what happened. Just lemme go, please!" Shari begged, bringing her hands together in' prayer fashion.
She wanted to appeal to him, her body shaking with sobs as more tears streamed down her face. Jack said nothing, opening a nearby cabinet and pulling an eight-inch brown cord from the lower shelf. Again the image of her mother bound helplessly under this man flashed through her mind and Shari cringed from the big man.
But Jack would have none of her reticence. Slapping her quiet several times with the back of one hand, he took the length of cord and slipped it around her tits, tightening it until Shari winced from the pinching sensation. When he squeezed it even more, she threw her head back and let out a shout, her hands jerking out and slapping him hard across the face.
Jack muttered something, tugging back her hair, pulling out several strands by the fistful. Backhanding the bawling teen once more, he took out another length of cord and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together.
"Now we won't have any problems with you wanting to get away. Let's start with this, all right?"
She saw a small pair of pincers in his right hand. Her eyes widened in horror as he walked up to her, his cock pressing up hard against the front of his pants. Taking the cord around her tits for a moment, he cinched the rope more tightly, the pressure forcing her nipples all the way out. Spit still dripped from her tits onto the floor. Jack then dropped one hand down to the furred lips of her cunt.
"Nice pussy, baby, real nice. And no guy's plowed through it, huh? He's been missin' somethin'."
Shari felt his fingers working her outer labes together, his palm pressing against her warm, hairy mound. To her surprise the girl felt something happening down there because of this kind of treatment. It was something like a hot, concentrated tenseness that was starting to grow itchily delightful. And to her horror Shari realized the dry rubbing of her cuntlips had now taken on a slick feeling. She was growing moist down there, wet like a woman in heat!
The thought that she was becoming aroused under this man's manipulations sickened her. Then she felt those pincers against her thighs, the cold touch of the metal making her stiffen in response. She held her breath until her eyes swam, her head shaking as if she were having a fit while her muscles ridged against her sweaty-damp flesh. In a moment it had happened-that crushing pain she had feared. Opening the horrid device, Jack closed it down on the tiny clit nub, squeezing it until Shari could only babble her agony. Another hysterical cry ripped from her throat as she felt the lancing pain cut into her clit and smash up through her spine into her brain. It was a horrid sliver of agony that cut through her body! Never, ever had she felt something like this in her young life! Her body twisted while her wrists pushed against the restraining bonds. Jack laughed, still pinching her clit, watching as the blonde teen writhed under his grip.
Jack eased the pressure just for a moment.
Shari slumped forward, catching herself, feeling her tits grow numb. She had forgotten about the pain in her boobs. The agony engulfing her cunt made her forget about anything else. Thank God he had finally taken away the pincers and . . . "Eaghghhghghhhh!"
Jack pushed three fingers without warning into her pussy, jabbing them up, feeling the muscles of her cunt cinch tightly around the unwanted invaders. Shari's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring while her cheeks quivered at the rude penetration. And then . . . and then she felt him push his fingertips against her cherry, making the bunched flesh buckle outward in protest.
Shari opened her mouth to scream, then felt the tiny membrane finally rip. The scream turned into a piercing shriek as her body jerked and thrashed, impaled on his hand, her legs kicking out to either side while her tits danced on her chest. More anguished screams stretched the cords of her neck agonizingly. Her hips jerked as Jack shoved the fingers up farther. It felt as if he were trying to tear her pussy in two. Another volley of hysterical cries tore from her lips while she fell back against the kitchen table, her ass dancing against the cold edge. The pain grew and grew until there was a sudden sharp explosion in her brain. Shari felt the world grow black as she collapsed to the floor, raped by those cruel fingers.
CHAPTER THREE
Shari had no idea how long she had been unconscious. A shocking cold dampness snapped her back to the world. She shook her head, coughing and gagging, feeling the clammy touch of her wet hair against her cheeks. She felt herself lying down on a hard surface, her ass strangely sagging through some opening. Her arms had been stretched high over her head and shackled to something very hard and cold. Shari wondered briefly why her feet and ankles were left untied if Jack had been so careful about the other bonds.
"A Goddamned virgin, and mine," he whispered, drawing one hand over her tits, then sliding it down until Shari felt his fingers cupping her cuntal mound.
She groaned, rolling her thighs, feeling those cruel fingers pinching into her pussy flesh. The girl remembered the killing pain of moments ago, when Jack had pushed his finger through her cherry and raped her! It still seemed like some awful nightmare when she thought about it. But Shari couldn't deny the slight pain she still felt between her legs. She knew what had happened and that knowledge sickened her.
Opening her eyes a whisker's breadth, the girl realized the table was tipping. When it reached vertical, Shari felt her ass sliding down the cold surface until her arms stretched painfully from her weight. She stayed calm until she realized her feet didn't reach the floor. Jack was going to let her hang there from her wrists!
"You up yet? Come on, baby, poppin' a cherry don't cause that much pain."
Shari closed her eyes again. She thought of kicking him with her untied feet. That might be the way to start her revenge against this maniac who had caused her so much trouble and pain.
"Oooommmffff!"
A sharp, shocking pain exploded in her gut, knocking the wind from her lungs. Shari realized Jack had struck her hard in the belly, his doubled fist bruising her flesh. She doubled up, her knees jerking to the base of her tits. Gagging with the dull pain, Shari thought her guts were wrenching inside out.
Her eyes now opened wide and she saw Jack standing there, rocking back and forth on his heels, pleased at what he'd done. The girl felt a rush of hatred flash through her. He had raped her cruelly, torn away her innocence. And now he had her roped to this horrid table while torturing her. What kind of animal was he?
Shari shuddered, fearing what he would do to her next. Her mouth opened wide, gasping for air. She grunted, panic reflected in her whitening face.
"So, you like what you saw your mother do, right?"
Shari shook her head, her arms aching. Her body weight was pulling at her shoulders, making them ache with every move she made.
"You're lying. You wouldn't have been snoopin' around here, hopin' to catch another show if you didn't want it yourself. That's what you wanna do, just look in from the sidelines when playin' the game's so much more fun?" Jack asked with a sneer, rubbing his knuckles with one hand.
"No, no, I don't want to play," she gasped, slowly lowering her legs.
The metal bands on her wrists were starting to cut into her flesh. All her weight was suspended from the sharp edged cuffs. She grimaced, that expression making Jack smile more broadly.
"Now you're gonna see just what kinda fun you can have. Your mom doesn't even have a close idea what I've got down here," Jack said, holding her chin hard between his fingers and squeezing until he made Shari whimper in pain.
She thought he would crush her jaw with his fingers. Backing away from the girl, he moved into the shadows. She hung there, her heart pounding so quickly she thought it would surely tear through her ribcage. The muscles of her legs quivered as she heard him rummaging around in a cabinet. When he returned, Shari saw to her dismay that he was holding a black leather riding crop in his right hand.
She pushed her body back against the table, her ass protruding from the small opening while she curled her toes until they cramped. A slight damp draft from somewhere in the basement raised gooseflesh. How she wanted to go home now, to be in her safe, warm bed instead of hanging here exposed as she was to this terrible man!
"Aghhhhhh!"
Jack said nothing more, slashing the crop across her right cheek. The force of that attack snapped her head to the side. Shari choked on a stifled scream, her fingers curling until the nails bit into her palms. Again he struck her face, this time leaving a long red mark on her cheek. Ignoring the pain that ran through her body, she spat at him.
"You bastard! You . . . you do this to me and don't give me a chance to fight back. What kind of man are you?" she cried, wondering where on earth her friend Tina had disappeared to. Why hadn't the police come by now and kicked down the door?
Jack pulled himself up to his full height, obviously stung by her words. His face darkened as he cocked one arm back, then let the crop bite down against her right nipple. The slicing pain of that blow was only the first agony for Shari. After her scream died and the involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly passed, the pain went on and on. It was like having alcohol rubbed into a raw gash. She ground her teeth against one another, hating Jack bitterly, hating her mother who had started this entire mess, she felt. Shari wanted him to come close enough for her foot to lash into his balls before she showed the first sign of breaking down. She screwed her face into a whitened mask of hurt, slowly regaining control.
"Well, baby, you got more to say to me? You got more ideas?"
Shari sagged in the handcuffs. She felt her toes barely touching the concrete floor. Jack spat in her face, then slashed the whip across her face. The girl shrieked, her body jerking out, then bouncing back with a slap against the table top. Another blow shot out against her tit. The girl writhed continually with the pain of the blows. At one time she felt a warm, sticky sweetness flowing down her ribs and feared it was blood. A quick check told her it was sweat oozing down the sides of her body while Jack continued to hurt her.
"No, oh God . . . uhhhhh, no, no, no more! I can't take any more," she groaned.
Jack stared at her, licking his lips like a coyote. The twisted, tortured body in front of him aroused a lewd gleam in his eyes. Shari moved her right foot experimentally. She knew that if he came just a little bit closer, she could do it. She would fix him. She would make him pay for all the pain he had inflicted on her so far.
Then Jack did something that caught her unaware. Jerking out his free hand, he grabbed at her pussy, twisting the hairs and her labes in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation exploded through her like a bomb exploding in her guts. Shari jerked her left knee up, searching for that opening that would let her kick the big man's balls.
"Stupid cunt. You think I don't know what you're tryin' to do. You can forget it, 'cause ol' Jack never lets down his guard!"
To prove his point Jack slashed the crop across her face, her lips and the tops of her tits. Shari struggled, feeling he had lost control and was going to kill her with his hatred. The edges of the cuffs sliced skin from her wrists. Shari felt her fingers going numb as the nerves bruised and parted. She screamed at him again and again, yelling out curses she couldn't remember having heard. The shrill power of her cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out Jack's obscene words.
As hard as Shari tried to fight with Jack, she brought only more pain to herself. She jerked upward, feeling the blind strokes of his crop burning across her nipples like flaming sulphur. When her legs struggled to wrap around him, his fingers found a deeper grip on her cunt flesh. Shari knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft skin of her pussylabes. The folds of her inner cuntlips seemed to catch fire as the horrid scene went on.
"Uhhhhh . . . ooooohhhh God, God!"
Shari felt Jack beating her higher and higher, his leather crop leaving red crisscrossed marks against her white young flesh. She fought higher on the table, hearing him growl under her, his words lost in the red rage of his sexual lust. Shari felt him hunching against her thighs. Even as she bit at his hand, grinding her teeth on the crop he had now shoved in her mouth, a feeling of nausea rose up in the young teen.
The pain in her crotch and Jack's vicious struggling was doing something to her, something she had seen work on her mother. As God was her witness, Shari began feeling pleasure at what was going on with her. Her own flashes of lewd heat exploded between her white, shivering legs, growing hotter and hotter as Jack continued to beat at her with his leather crop.
In a moment, the battle changed. Jack still whipped her tits and belly with his riding crop. But the twisting, grabbing hand moved more slowly in her cunt now. Shari found herself rolling her hips, still looking for the opening that would let her mash his cock into a wrecked mass of bleeding meat. But to her surprise, her motions slowed too.
The growling curses coming from Jack changed, lowering from his grunts to a near purr. His words lost their vileness, though they still came from his throat. His whip hand slacked from the horrid lashing it was giving her. She felt it sliding from her tits to her belly, then to the relatively insensitive skin of her shoulders. He shoved his face deep in her cleavage, licking her tits, then biting on her nipples until she squealed with something like delight.
Shari flushed beet red, ashamed to admit that what Jack was doing to her was making her so very, very hot down there between her legs and kindling a wet fire that began to scorch all through her veins. In a moment Shari felt the fluid running like a river of molten lava in her cunt. She had never, never been this excited before, even when Jimmy Walker had fingered her pussy back in his car several weeks ago.
Now Shari found the bulge of his cock with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the balls, she only slithered her leg up the side of his rigid, throbbing cock. Hating herself, Shari let the battling tension fade from her legs. She hung there from the cuffs like a piece of raw meat, her shoulders twisting to press her tits against the smooth shaven sides of Jack's face.
The big man pulled back. His deep blue eyes were half closed. A line of spit trickled from his lower hp. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her while unbuckling his black leather belt. Shari watched, horrified and aroused as the big man slid his trousers down to the floor and stepped from them. Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. His prick was standing straight up now, jutting from his groin like a huge, red pole. Shari had seen pictures of men, of course, and had even felt Jimmy's cock through his cotton jockey shorts, until she chickened out and demanded he drive her home. But never had she seen something this thick and threatening. The fat double-lobed head was purple with lust while the deep blue veins throbbed threateningly against the taut cockskin. He reached down with one hand and scratched his balls, staring at her, then he looked down at his prick with obvious pride.
"It's a big mother, baby, and it's gonna fuck you happy. Man, when I get through with fuckin' you, you're gonna come crawlin' on all fours beggin' for this cock. All of 'em do, even your old lady."
Yes, yes, it was just as she had seen through the window, something she had never seen before! And this time it was meant for her! Shari tried to keep her eyes from the circumcised cock jerking around in front of her. But no matter where she looked, she always wound up staring at the big, fat throbbing meaty head of his prick.
Shari finally closed her legs, dangling just in front of the table. The twisting motion made her sway away from the cold surface. Her toes no longer touched the concrete floor when she crossed her thighs. Only the top fringe of her cunthair showed in the V of her closed legs.
It was then the girl felt her nipples, sore and hard, puckering even harder into stiff points. Her big tits were flattened by the extension of her manacled arms. Jack started working his fingers greedily over his cock while Shari let out another groan. Her joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse and worse as the time dragged by slowly. Jack walked in front of her, still scratching his balls, then trailing the tip of the riding crop under the rich underswell of her tits. Then with a sharp savage move, he slashed the leather across both her stiffened nipples. Shari threw her head back and let out a squeal, then set her jaw and determined he would hear no more of her cries.
"Yeah, yeah, nice lady, real nice lady. Good to have somethin' like this around. Maybe I might even let you join our club-you know, have a mother/daughter thing. The other guys would go wild over it. What do you think, bitch?" he asked, jamming the crop under her chin and forcing her head back.
"You're . . . sick!"
Jack grinned, working his lips against one another. Then he jerked one hand back and slashed an X across her lower belly with the crop.
"Ouch!"
Shari let out another cry, jerking her legs up. The muscles under her belly button contracted in a spasm of pain, making her curl her back until her ass was clear of the table. Something, she felt, had popped in her shoulder. Quickly, Jack sliced another blow just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop. Shari's ankle jerked out. He grabbed it, pulling her away from the table, then throwing her back as if she were garbage.
Shari screamed, slamming against the table, striking the cold metal with her ribs and hipbone. She bounced back, swaying like a crazy pendulum. She pulled her head back as her tits and belly made contact. Her feet were out behind her now. The big man was lashing the leather crop over and over against her soles, sending incredible jolts of pain tearing up her legs. Shari kicked out, sobbing once more in a wild waterfall of curses, trying to evade the whistling crop. Her long wet hair dangled clear to her ass as she wailed, her head back, her mouth wide open.
The arch of her foot was the target now. Jack slowed his strokes, timing them to strike just when Shari didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Shari thought the crop had crushed the small bones inside. She beat her face against the table. But that only forced her dangling body out toward the crop again. There was nothing she could do, nowhere she could run. That knowledge was perhaps more terrible for her than the constant pain. "Uhhhhh!"
Shari let the metal cuffs slice into her wrists. Sweat flowed down her arms, soaking her as she felt her toes touching down again. Jack was prepared for that. He flogged at the sensitive backs of her knees, the full columns of her thighs, then finally beat at her asscheeks while laughing. Shari could hear his awful, panting breath whistling, almost masking the curses and laughter that punctuated the slashing strokes.
The young blonde teen felt like her ass had caught fire. She thought at times that her skin was splitting from the cruel whipping. Her asscheeks heated, reddening to scarlet. The lewd, blazing agony of her ass radiated to her cunt. Juice from her pussy ran from her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the riding crop bit into her. First huge welts, then meaty-looking gashes appeared as the crop slashed against the ass flesh again and again. Shari yammered for mercy, her eyes blinded with hot, salty tears as she twisted in her bonds. But Jack ignored her, laughing at her cries, beating on her.
"No! Oh God, no! Oh God in heaven, kill him, kill me! I can't stand this!"
Her voice was cracked and hoarse. Shari felt him concentrating horribly on her ass now. She clenched her cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her asshole. For the moment Jack beat farther up, flaying the skin from her shoulders, it seemed. The stripes across her lower back were starting to hurt her terribly. Shari thought she would have no flesh left when the big stud got through with her. She swung on the shackles, her toes and knees bruising against the metal table. With total despair, Shari let herself dangle, her head thrown back. Her asscheeks finally opened.
That was exactly what Jack had been waiting for. With a killing overhead stroke he ripped the end of the crop down her asscrack, distending the shape of her asshole until Shari thought he had torn it open!
That blow brought the teen back to life. The tip of the crop caught at the base of her ass, pulling the tender ring out of shape. It felt as if he were pulling out a handful of her assguts. Shari screamed, her voice shrilling more and more as the incredible pain of her beating increased. She so jerked convulsively, the top of her cuntal mound brushing against the tabletop. A flood of cunt juice flushed from her pussy, wetting down her thighs.
Jack laughed behind her, stopping the whipping long enough to jab the end of the crop into the narrow zone between her asshole and pussy. When she felt the black leather touch her clit, Shari was amazed to feel a shower of stinging sparks explode in her cunt. The girl let out another cry, pushing her ass back invitingly for Jack to whip once more.
He laughed again, screwing the tip of the crop roughly into her cunt. He forced the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her cunt-muscles around the weapon almost dragged it from the big man's hand. Jack tore the crop away from the wet grasp of her pussy. Next came her asshole. Shari let out a sharp cry, feeling the abused ring of rubbery muscle being touched by that awful crop. It felt as if he were driving the thing into her belly, tearing the lining loose.
"No, uhhhh ... no, no, don't do that! Don't do that to me!"
Jack screwed the crop into her ass in spite of her pleas, forcing the girl to claw upward. Shari felt her arms knotting with muscles she didn't know she had. Her knees and tits banged against the table, bruising and aching from the attack. A strange fire started in the rim of her shitter as he moved the crop in and out, in and out. The girl's hips went back, offering more ass to him. Jack yanked the crop from her asshole with incredible speed, making her feel that he had disemboweled her with one terrible blow.
Was it over? Shari licked her lips, panting heavily, nearly as heavily as the man behind her. He had done something to her, aroused a terrible fire in her she couldn't put out. She hoped there would be more; more sensation, more beating to satisfy the terrible fire in her pussy. She could hear Jack puffing behind her. The feelings in her fuck zones were growing more and more lewd. She wanted that awful man tormenting her as if he were her lover.
Jack was fingering her ass. Shari waited, wondering what else he had in store for her. The flutter in her pussy had passed through pain, coming out as a furnace of slippery heat. She thought of hanging there helpless while he shoved that cut cock into her cunt. A fresh flood of cuntjuice wet her labes. Shari tried to twist her head to see what he was doing. Then she felt him grabbing the wide horns of her hips. She knew from the angle of his grip that he was going to do to her what he had done to her mother-fuck her in the ass!
"No, no, don't . . . don't!"
She arched her back slightly, jerking her ass from his cock. But he was going to do it, going to fuck her in the ass and there was nothing she could do! Shari sobbed, her helplessness crashing down on her like a dead weight. Oh, oh, when would it end?
CHAPTER FOUR
"No, stop! Don't..."
"Don't what, baby? Come on, you can say it. Come on, say it."
To encourage her, Jack began jabbing his prick up against her shitter, drawing out cries of horror from the dangling, bound teen.
"Don't fuck me in the ass! Oh God, no, don't fuck me in the ass!" she screamed.
"Like hearin' something like that comin' from a bitch like you. Turns me on. Baby, you're gonna get it anyway, and right up the ol' shitter! You won't be able to walk for weeks!"
Shari remembered her mother's white ass bouncing in the air, her squeals of pain and joy as Jack shoved his thick-headed cock into her asshole. Now she was going to feel the same thing! The thought made her cunt snap shut on thin air. She could feel his knees pressing up against the backs of her legs. Then with a sudden piercing pain, Shari knew the head of his prick had found her. She yelled, feeling the blunt head pressing against her virgin asshole. Jack laughed again with a nasty undertone.
"Take it, bitch. You're shit, and I'll feel that shit on my prick!"
Shari screamed louder. The whole tight ring of her asshole was being driven up into her guts. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her shitter, as if it were being torn loose with a blunt chisel. The scraping of the crop on her thigh was adding to the pain, especially when Jack dug his jagged fingernails into the welts.
The pressure against her asshole eased for a moment. Shari let down, relaxing the tightness of her shitter muscles. She pushed outward as if she were going to take a dump. Then Jack took advantage of her once more, jamming his cock against her relaxed asshole. Before the girl could even think to loosen the grasp of her ass, half the cockhead was already shoved into her. The muscles felt as if they were tearing.
Shari's eyes rolled while her chest tightened, threatening to cut off the air to her lungs. She had never, ever felt such pain before in her life. And what was worse, her cunt almost cried out to feel that cockhead ravaging her ass. She wanted to feel the hard cock in her cunt, not in her ass. But there it was, the obscene slickness rubbing up into her shitter. The girl consciously eased the tight grip of her ass on the head. Jack let go of her hip finally. Shari sighed, feeling his hand reach up to her tits. Squirming, she moved her ass back toward the heavy-haired overhang of his belly. Oh, it was shameless to do this. But maybe he would take the hint. Maybe he would become so excited that he would slip his prick from her shitter and shove it up into her cunt where it belonged. He had ripped her cherry with his fingers earlier. Nothing mattered now. She could take him and not feel guilty, the girl thought madly as she felt that cock slide in a few more inches, splitting her wide open.
"Uhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhh!"
Shari felt the pain of his gradual fucking send shocks of pain throughout her body. Every square-inch of her seemed to throb with agony. Her mouth set into a tight scar while the cords in her neck stood out. Again and again her muscles knotted in her arms as Jack shoved more of his prick into her.
"No, no more, no . . . uhhh ... no more!"
Shari begged with him. She couldn't even put her toes on the floor any longer. She straightened her legs, just starting to take some of the agonizing strain from her arms. Then Jack changed tack, pulling his cock out. Her legs anc arms spasmed, her head flopping from side to side. The reversed tugging was like some giant mouth sucking at her bowels. The vulgar outward stretching of her asshole shot flashes up and down her spine.
Shari bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now, not with the insistent motions of that fat cock-muscle in her ass. She pushed her ass toward him, looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her asshole.
"Mmmmmmmphhh!''
"Told you you'd dig it. Baby, I can spot a woman who's hungry for it, and you were wantin' it all the time. Probably watchin' your old lady get it turned you on, right?" Jack asked, cupping her tits from behind and squeezing them until her nipples throbbed.
"No, no," Shari said, denying the horrid truth that he spoke, as he laughed at her.
Jack didn't push the matter now. He pushed down again, the sliding of his prick as it chugged deeper in her guts sending shivery hot thrills through her ass. Shari felt her guts filling with his cock. She thought surely his cock would have to stop. Surely he would hit bottom, would run out of cockmeat to slip into her. But the big stud kept fucking in, pawing her, pinching her until Shari thought of a tree trunk impaling her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He stopped for a moment. The steady pressure was easing. Shari felt his belly on her ass. It was all the way in, she thought to herself, feeling the odd sensation of something that big and hot inside her. Jack started again to pull out. Shari groaned, twisting her head around and biting on her right upper arm while her arms and legs shivered. She thought he had to have pulled a foot of cockmeat from her ass. The nerves in her ass protested all the way.
And then Jack started forward again, his fingers gripping her hipbones once again. Shari shoved her ass back against him, arching her spine. The strange fullness inside her bowels was starting to excite her. It was a sensation all its own with the sheer evil of the act adding to the spice of her feelings.
"Oh!"
His prick seemed to go deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. Shari sucked in a ragged breath, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The cockhead went up and up, feeding her ass. The incredible distention of her bowels made her belly seem filled, as if she had just gorged a feast.
Shari thought for a moment that her belly would swell to bursting. The heat from the nerves in her asshole bounced off the stuffed feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of weird need into her brain. In spite of the pain, Shari still wanted more prick in her ass now. She wished he would fuck her harder, wished the crop were lashing over her nipples, tearing at the nubs while his cock squeezed through her asshole like a torpedo. Shari wasn't disappointed. The speed of Jack's ass-ripping cock increased more and more, her shitter squeezing tight around him. She was dragging more sensuous tingles across her nerve endings, rutting like her mother had done in the bedroom. The girl didn't care how much it hurt her now. She just wanted that cock to drive into her, tear through her shitter until she felt her assguts explode. Yes, yes! She wanted to feel that climax, that wonderful blast of erotic sensation she knew instinctively would make her feel so good.
"Come on, bitch, come on and fuck back on my cock!" Jack growled, leaning forward and biting down on her neck.
Shari snapped her head back, feeling his teeth threatening to break through her skin while her legs trembled with desire. The hot friction in her dry ass was like an open fire.
As the ramming length and speed of the strokes increased, she felt the slide of her cunt-lips against one another milk more juice from her hole. Her clit stood on end, throbbing and jerking. The girl grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fucking. All the agony in her body focused in on her shitter and cunt. The stretched ring drew all her sensation, all her thought.
Opening her mouth, the young teen panted, her mind flashing blank. She loved being fucked, fucked by that hard, fast prick. She didn't care any more what happened in her ass.
"Uhh! Uhhhhh!"
The thick bar of prick in her ass slowed down for a moment, then flashed into a lightning speed. Shari thought she felt him hit something deep inside her. The girl writhed under his hands, feeling his fingers pinch her flesh, claw at her ribcage, leaving long red marks just below where the black leather had slashed. She wanted it all at once-the fucking, the hard, tingly aching in her cunt to blow to pieces. Jack was grunting behind her like an animal, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, rocking his hips from side to side, swiveling that fat meaty head around against her asslips. Shari hunched her ass back and forth, squeezing her white shivering ass. Jack slammed down yet again. His prick slid all the way in, making the girl scream. She could feel it, feel his jizz spurting now in her to ass like lava from an enema.
She opened her mouth, letting out the desire that had been building in her for all these long minutes. She felt her cunt snap shut on thin air, while her ass wrung at his shooting prick. The girl shivered, her body pounding against the table and the big stud's body.
Jack slammed into her again and again, cursing a blue streak, his fingers twisting her nipples and pinching them cruelly until the girl thought he was going to crush them like berries. It was happening! She was teetering there on the brink, her clit itching, aching, waiting to slide over the edge. Shari snaked her body up against the big man, riding his cock while feeling the torture of climax start to flame up her ridged thighs.
"Nooooooooo!"
Somewhere in the distance she thought she could hear the world crashing. She was cumming, climaxing with a fury she never thought possible in her young life! She wept, sobbing wildly while the crashing rhythm of her orgasm shot up her spine. Her brain shattered while Jack kept his meat in her asshole and shot in.
"Take it, baby, take it all, slut!" Shari did just that, her wet, clasping cunt jerking and twitching. Jack finally slipped his fingers down to her pussy, taking her clit between his right forefinger and thumb and rolling it around like a burning pea. Shari fell to pieces, her body knotting up as she fell into the delicious hell of a hot, hideous climax.
The feelings crashed over her again and again like successive tidal waves, attacking her body, then subsiding only to bite into it again. How long she stayed in that world of orgasm, the teen had no idea. When she finally came to her senses, Shari found herself hanging helplessly from the table top, her body sagging, stretched by gravity into a tall, vertical line. Jack had pulled his prick from her shitter. She could feel the hot cum oozing from her stretched asshole, dribbling down the backs of her thighs. She had never felt so satisfied or so humiliated in all her life. Maybe now he would let her go. Maybe now that he had trounced her into the dirt he would free her.
"That was one helluva fuckin', baby. For somebody who ain't had that kinda shit, you're a real pro-just like your old lady. The two of you'd make a great team on the streets. Fuck! You'd be able to retire after a couple of months on your damned backs!"
He slapped her ass hard with the back of his hand, then moved around to unshackle her wrists. Shari groaned, sliding to the floor in a crumpled heap. It was then she realized where she was-the basement of that horrid house. Pushing the hair from her eyes, Shari could see it was some kind of room, a playroom with terrible instruments of torture, she guessed, hanging from wooden stakes pounded in the gray cinderblock walls. It made her shudder and draw back from the big stud standing in front of her. When she heard whimpering nearby, Shari held her breath, cocking her head to one side and listening carefully. Tina! Her friend was there. She started to get up, strength returning to her, when Jack shot one booted foot hard into her belly. "Ooooofffff!"
Shari rolled back, her hands clutching her belly while her face flushed beet red. Tears again burned her eyes as she crawled back in terror away from the big man.
"You got a friend. I found 'er snoopin' around after you passed out in the kitchen. Not too bright."
Shari looked around wildly. Where was she? It was too dark in there for her to get her bearings. She wanted to call the girl's name out, but looked askance at Jack and thought better of it. He would reveal the girl when he wanted to.
Hopes for leaving this horrible place faded from the teen's mind.
"Two girls, man. Two hot ones, though I don't know too much about that cunt in there," Jack said, rubbing his prick.
He had slipped his cock back into his Levi's, but Shari had little doubt he would be ready to use it soon. He was just that kind of man, turned on by the violence he could inflict rather than any loving sexual act.
"Get up. I said, get up, bitch!"
When Shari hesitated, he grabbed a handful of her hair, snapping it up. The girl shrieked, her fists flailing against his fingers while her legs scrambled wildly under her. She fought to rise, her chest tightening while her screams bounced off the walls.
When she was finally standing, Jack let go, jerking her head up so she could look into his eyes. How they burned into her, like the hard, steady gaze of a sewer rat!
"Now move it . . . over here, in the tub."
Shari leaned forward, narrowing her eyes and moving cautiously through the dark. In five steps she saw an old white porcelain tub pushed against the wall. Turning around the girl looked quizzically at him, but found Jack pointing down at its surface. Nervously grabbing the cold, cracked outer lip of the tub, Shari climbed in, her toes curling at the hardness. She slid her arms around her tits, covering her pussy with both hands. The girl nearly laughed at her own modesty, considering what had happened to her. But old habits die hard.
"Down on your knees, bitch! Get down, baby, and get down now."
Remembering the slaps and punches, Shari obeyed quickly. Her flesh still stung from the beating of the riding crop. Kneeling, she found herself looking up at Jack. She was right. His prick was out again, soft this time, being rolled around between his fingers. He was bending his knees, pressing them for support against the side of the tub while sliding his free hand behind her head. She could feel the pressure of his hand against her skull and thought for one wild second that he was going to crush her head. But instead he brought his cum-smeared cockhead up to her lips, rubbing it back and forth, then up against her nose. Shari grimaced, knowing that that thing had been ramming her asshole only minutes earlier.
"Suck it, suck it good."
When Shari balked, she felt the fingers pressing harder against her skull. Her jaw hurt while her head felt as if it were going to blast apart.
She had no choice. Surrendering as she had done before, the girl opened her mouth and took in the prick.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh, yeahhhh, suck them lips around it, baby! That's right, suck it down good, real good. Move that tongue around it real nice like you dig it!" Jack groaned, shoving his cock in her mouth.
Shari gagged, coughing and choking on that horrid thing sliding over her tongue. It was warm and slimy as it chugged back and forth over her tongue. She could feel it starting to grow stiff as she began working her tongue over the sensitive underside the way Jack instructed her to. For a moment she thought it would be another scene, another shot of his jizz, but this time down her throat.
The girl started to prepare herself for the eventual climax when she suddenly realized something warm and salty was already sloshing around in her mouth. Screaming, feeling the bile rising in her throat, Shari knew he was pissing in her mouth!
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Jerking her hands up, she pushed herself away, turning her head and spitting the vile mixture into the tub. Her mind was reeling around as if he had been hitting her constantly with the back of his hand. Again and again Shari wiped her lips, coughing out the piss and spit while pushing away from the big man. Jack stood there quietly for a second, watching her with interest, holding his cock with one hand, while making sure she didn't try to climb from the tub. When Shari appeared to start raising one leg to slide out, he jerked one hand forward, striking her savagely between the shoulder blades. Shari screamed, her body snapping like a whip and tumbling back helplessly into the porcelain tub. "Oooooooh!"
Shari thought she would faint from the pain. It would be the second time she had lost consciousness. The girl fought against that, knowing she was far better off alert than a helpless victim.
"Can't take it?"
Jack leaned forward again, this time directing his cock like a rifle right at her face. When Shari blinked her eyes open, she felt something very warm and slimy spraying over her face. Piss! He was peeing on her again! She screamed, jerking her hands up protectively while rolling around onto her belly. The piss continued, splashing around her flesh, greasing down her shoulder blades, her ass, her legs.
His urine stung the welts and red marks left by his punches and the slashings of the black leather riding crop. In a moment Shari could hear the gurgling sound of his piss swirling down the drain by her toes. She shuddered in disbelief, glad her friend Tina was locked away some place where she didn't witness this lowest form of torture!
Then Jack bent down, taking her by the sore wrist and flipping her about in the tub, threatening to kill her if she didn't remain quiet. Panting, doing all she could to keep her sanity, Shari' did what he told her to do, feeling the oily mess of piss against her ass and back as the stream continued to splash over her throat, down into her navel, then finally spurt over her cunt. When he pushed the sickening yellow waterfall back up to her face, the big stud finally went dry. Shari sighed with relief, her muscles relaxing for the first time since she had been tossed into the tub.
"Now lick it clean."
"What?"
"You heard me, stupid. I said lick it clean. I don't wanna see any piss in there. Now, move!"
Shari wanted to die. She would have thrown herself on a live wire if there were one nearby at this point. But there was nothing except Jack and his orders. Slowly, reluctantly, the young teen rose and rolled over until she was on her hands and knees, her tits dangling from her upper chest.
When she hesitated for a second, Jack pushed her head down, mashing her lips against the piss-stained porcelain. She gagged, threatening to vomit. He didn't care, rubbing her face into the urine, stroking her cheeks and chin and hair with it until she stank like an unflushed toilet.
"Lick!"
Shari had no choice. Sticking out her tongue, she began the wretched cleaning job, licking the urine from the tub's surface, feeling more and more hatred boiling inside her as she wondered what Jack had in store for her and her friend before letting them go.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was cold, very cold where Jack had shoved her. Crouching now in the small fruit cellar, Shari licked the salty perspiration from her knees as she hugged her legs tightly to her body. How her arms and shoulders ached from the cruel torture! The whipmarks seemed to hurt less.
But the girl knew the end was far from in sight. Jack had enjoyed watching her wallow in the piss, then lick it up. He had made her do that for several minutes until it was obvious the girl would vomit. Catching her by the hair, he hauled her out, dropping her to the floor, then shoving her with his booted foot until she cried in anguish.
That was when he pushed her into the tiny room, slamming the warped wooden door behind her and locking it. There was no room to move around in. She inhaled the cold, damp air sharply, feeling like a small, terrified animal about to be devoured by a greater power.
Closing her eyes in defeat, Shari thought about her mother again, about her warm bed and the safe room that was hers. It seemed a million miles away now.
"Oh!"
A scream! Shari jerked, her ears cocking forward as she strained to hear more. There were sounds of slaps followed by sobbing and whimpering. Tina! He had dragged the girl out and was beating her. Shari felt her heart sinking. Both of them were trapped here. Pushing her fists against the two walls to either side of her, she rose, a sharp cramping pain biting into her thighs.
"Stop it! Stop hurting Tina!"
She was shouting as loudly as she could, slapping the rattling door in front of her. The cries continued, growing stronger. Shari stopped for a moment, then began beating her fists against the door once more. The slapping sounds ceased.
"You're the damned noisiest bitch around, you know that? You're a good fuck, but you don't know when to keep your damned mouth shut!"
Jack had opened the door and was standing there now, his body silhouetted against the bright bare bulb behind him. Shari squinted, shading her eyes with one hand as she peered over his right shoulder, in hopes of catching sight of her friend.
"If you wanna see her so bad, we'll help you," Jack said, cupping one hand around her neck and pulling her from the small room.
Shari stumbled forward, shaking the loose hair from her face. There in front of her was the horrid tub. Shrinking away from it, she found herself swallowing a lump of fear. Jack saw the move and snorted out a laugh, shoving her forward between her shoulder blades. Moving past the tub, Shari stumbled haltingly forward again, stopping in her tracks the moment she saw the young brunette. She clapped one hand over her mouth, stifling a cry of horror.
Tina had been stripped, long red marks apparent on her lower back, her ass and her thighs. One leg had been pulled out from her body and was roped securely to a ladder fixed to the south wall. Her arms had been stretched forward to a small wooden workbench in front of her, both wrists bound to two metal cuffs bolted to one end. Her left leg bent a little as she sought in vain for a position that would ease the stretching ache throbbing through her body.
Tina had her head down, her long brown hair curtaining her face. Her tits hung down from her chest, the nipples long and red.
"We've been havin' a little party. You wanna join? I'm gonna make sure you two don't go snoopin' around here any more."
"Oh my God, Tina, I'm so sorry," Shari finally managed to say, finding her voice. Tina pulled her head up at the sound of her friend's voice, trying to manage a smile, but failing.
"In fact, I've got me an idea. Your friend looks mighty nice roped up that way. We'll see just which one stands it the longest. You're gonna get my vote, bitch, though this one's pretty fuckin' strong too."
"No, no, don't touch me!"
Shari shrank away from the man, her ass protruding, her hands out in front of her. Jack caught her, swinging her around and nearly breaking her wrists. She could feel the tiny bones cracking as he jerked her arm up behind her back and twisted it halfway around. The pain made her knees buckle and Shari collapsed to the floor. Tina watched with interest, relieved that Jack had diverted his attention from her, at least for a moment.
"Stop, no, take that away from me! No, nooo!"
Jack flung her against the wall, her head banging hard against the cold cinderblocks. Shari fought to stay on her feet, watching through dazed eyes as Jack pulled out several lengths of rope and approached her once more. She shook her head from side to side, unable to beg him for mercy any longer. She felt dirtied with his piss and with the things he had made her do.
Sliding the quarter-inch line around her wrists, after having had Shari put her hands behind her, Jack cinched them tightly together, looping the line around and around before securing it with a double figure-eight. Pushing her toward Tina, he lay both hands heavily on her shoulder, pushing her down to the floor.
When Shari began to protest again, Jack slapped her hard against the back of the head, shoving her forward until she lay flat on her belly, her legs stretched out behind her. The girl groaned, twisting her head to the side and pressing one cheek against the cold, cracked basement floor as the big stud pressed the heel of his boot against her neck. For a moment Shari thought he was going to crack her skull open. Jack pressed down hard, putting some of his weight on her neck, until she found herself gasping for life. Shari twisted against the floor, finding the urine building up in her bladder. She couldn't hold back and felt something very warm oozing down her thighs in a moment. Jack laughed, kicking her hard in the ass.
"So excited you've gotta pee on yourself, eh? That's good, real good. I like that in a woman," he said, taking her ankles and jerking them up, resting her feet in his lap.
Shari felt the rope binding her feet together tightly. She grimaced, her tits pillowed out against the floor as he pulled her legs back until her toes were nearly touching her ass. With a third piece of rope, Jack secured her ankles and wrists together, pulling both tightly against one another so that the maximum amount of tension was attained against her spine and thighs.
Shari groaned, her head now arched from the floor while her thighs ridged from the pressure. It was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in! Choking back the tears, the blonde teen suffered silently, wondering what else Jack had planned for them.
"Now your friend can watch what happens when a cunt gets a little too worked up," Jack said mysteriously.
He moved about the room, keeping his eyes on the two bound women. Shari sniffed, wanting to say something to her friend, but finding no words of consolation.
He returned, producing two long, slim cylinders. Two small wicks sprouted from the ends. Were they candles? Shari blinked her eyes clear again. No, they were far too thin for that. There were oriental characters on the sides.
Then it occurred to her what they were. Firecrackers!
Shari screamed, shaking her body, trying to crawl away while the bounds held firm on her wrists and ankles. Trembling and straining against the rope, Shari could only pull against the bonds while Jack knelt down next to her. Those horrible things would rip her cunt apart and cripple her for life.
"No, no!"
"Oh yeah, baby, it's gonna be real nice, real hot for you. When you feel these mothers going off you're gonna go wild!"
He shoved the first one into her pussy, twisting it around until it slipped near her cunt. Shari bawled with terror, her fingernails scratching away at her ankles. When he shoved the second fire cracker in her sore shitter, the girl thought she would lose her mind. He was going to blow her to pieces there on the floor.
Tina rose from her stupor and begged for him to stop. But Jack only laughed at them both, pulling a small book of matches from his pocket and striking one.
Holding the sulphurous stick in front of Shad's nose, he laughed when she screamed and tried crawling away from the fire.
"Now we'll see some action."
There was a hissing, crackling sound. The fuses had been lit! Shari cried, praying, remembering the childhood prayers her mother had taught her when she was in kindergarten. She could feel the sputtering fires grow closer and closer to her cunt and asshole. The head was spreading across the lower ass slope and singed the tender flesh on her cuntlips.
Shari cringed and struggled helplessly against the steadily advancing horror. Jack stood up, watching with his hands on his hips as the girl swiveled around on the floor. She tugged wildly against her bonds, ignoring the chafing and cutting each move increased. There was nothing she could do.
Shari tensed and prayed, quivering as the heat penetrated her cunt and ass. There was a second when the fuse hesitated. Perhaps something had happened and the flames had gone out. Shari had seen that happen on the Fourth of July with defective fireworks. But then the powder ignited and the two firecrackers exploded.
"Yaaaaahhhhhrrrrr!"
Thousands of fiery needles ripped through her cunt and ass, making her hips jerk and her ass shiver. She lurched forward, her legs and arms straining against the rope as she rolled several times over and over, finally banging herself against the wall. Shari thought her body was on fire. The fires scalded her and she passed out with a final scream, her body going limp.
"Can't have you leavin' us, baby."
Jack threw water over her body. She started awake, blinking her eyes open and feeling the pain around her cunt and ass.
"That was the easy part. That was a piece of cake, baby. Now we're gonna watch somethin' that's been on my mind for a long time. But I'm gonna have to haul you up to watch. Should be interesting."
Jack slipped one hand under the rope, binding her wrists and ankles together, dragging her like a sack of flour across the uneven basement floor, until she was even with Tina. He slipped away for a second. She could hear him rummaging around somewhere behind her. Tina whispered down to her.
"Oh, Shari, that was awful! What he did to you ... my God, what's going to happen to us?" she wailed, her words choked off by a flood of tears.
"I don't know. We can't give in to him, though. I know that. It's gonna be hard, but we've gotta be strong. God, here he comes now!"
Shari shivered as she saw him stand on a chair and slip the line through an overhead pulley just above her, affixing one end of the line to the rope holding her arms and legs together. Firmly gripping the free end, Jack began pulling. Shari felt the tension immediately on her wrists and ankles. He was going to raise her from the floor like this! Her body weight pulled cruelly at her arms and legs, jerking her arms back until Shari thought they would pull from her sockets. She cried out, her fingers working helplessly against the restraining line, as she rose from the floor and her spine bent backward in a U shape.
Jack kept on hauling, the rope groaning with her weight until she was nearly four feet from the floor. Shari thought her back would break.
"That's better, real good. You look nice like that, real nice."
She looked horrid and she knew it! The girl could feel her tits hanging down obscenely from her upper chest, while her body sagged cruelly against the overhead rope. So intense was her pain and shame, Shari didn't notice what Jack was doing. When the first touch of the cold metal against her nipples shook her from her reverie, the girl realized he was wiring her up for another hideous plan of his.
"Now, we're gonna get down to business for both of you," Jack said, attaching another pincer to her left nipple.
Shari opened her mouth and let out a sob. The tiny teeth of those clamps were hurting her sensitive nubs. And when he attached another one to the flesh just below her semi-erect clit, the girl shivered as if she were having a fit. What was so unclear to the teen right now was why she was feeling herself becoming aroused. Just the touch of that metal was making her flesh pucker up into gooseflesh. At the touch of a metal wire against her ass, Shari tightened her asscheeks, making her cuntlips rub wetly over the pincer caressing her pussylips. She moaned, wishing she could crawl into a hole and die!
Jack pushed the wire deep into her ass as he had shoved his cock in earlier. The cold metal felt like a snake of ice up her shitter. He shoved the wire deeper into her bowels, pushing the thing as deeply as he could get it. Shari took shallow breaths to keep from choking as that awful thing crawled in farther, until she thought it would enter her stomach.
Shari let out another groan. She saw now what the wires were connected to-a small gray portable generator, the kind her father used to use when he was alive. Jack was going to shock her to death. The firecrackers had only been a preliminary thing, an overture to the main work. m
Shari twisted around again in mid-air, her body gently swaying under her moves. The clamps on her tits were heavy and pulled painfully on her distended nipples. The weight in her asshole pushed like a finger wriggling up her shitter. Those tiny pincer teeth seemed to be actually nibbling at her clit and labes. It was that sensation that was the most pleasurable of all.
"Now for you," Jack said, gazing at Tina.
Tina hollered and screamed, her body jerking against the workbench. But, like Shari, there was little she could do. Jack attached a second set of clamps to her body, wiring her nipples, her cunt and her asshole to the generator. The girl sobbed and groaned, her face alternately flushing red, then blanching white as he touched her all over.
From her moves Shari guessed Tina had been spared fucking-at least for now. She looked at her friend bound there in that obscene, leg-lifted position, wires dangling from her tits and cunt, and felt a sudden flush of arousal. No, that was sick! How could she grow excited roped up like this, dangling painfully in mid-air while watching her friend wired for electricity?
"Now, you girls got a choice. I've got two sets of controls here. When you want me to give it harder to the other girl, I'll decrease the current to you by the same amount. Of course," Jack said with a sneer, "if you wanna be martyrs, all you have to do is keep quiet. You'll get all the juice, and your friend'll get just a mild buzz."
"No, no, don't!"
Shari felt cold sweat break out all over her body while she shivered and her pussy and tits ached. The waiting made her cunt itch and nipples tingle as well. What in God's name was happening to her? She found herself staring at Tina like a hungry wolf. Would she betray her friend? Would Tina betray her?
"Now."
The word was simple enough, but one that sent terror racing through each girl. Shari jerked, feeling the warm pulse of current start to flow through her body, licking at her clit, nibbling deliciously at her nipples. No. There was no reason to scream out Tina's name. She enjoyed this, hunching her head into her shoulders and nearly forgetting about the pulling pain in her arms and legs.
Tina was working her hips back and forth, her fingernails flailing her knuckles while her left knee bent down a little farther. It was obvious the shocked young woman was enjoying this as well.
"You like it, both of you. I can see that. Good! Hate to have somebody who doesn't appreciate my shit. Okay, we're movin' on."
Jack turned both dials up to the next notch. Shari jerked again, feeling this new strong pulse flow through her nipples, her cunt and her asshole. It felt as if the stud were fucking her again, driving his cock into her shitter while slapping her ass gently with the flats of his hands. Her temples throbbed and she heard a ringing sound that became a buzzing. Her tits jumped back and forth, slapping against one another while the nipples swelled with blood. The muscles in her belly, arms and legs knotted painfully, while her cuntlips felt raw and rubbed.
More interestingly, however, was the way her clit was throbbing. It felt filled, stuffed and about to burst with sensation! She shot a glance at Tina. The girl was in another world, her body bouncing against the workbench and her arms jerking against the cuffs, holding her wrists to the table, while her legs pulled and twitched.
"Give it to her! Give her more! Oh God, God in heaven, give Shari more!" Tina screamed, her head snapping from side to side between her stretched arms.
"No, no! Tina, what are you . . .aghghghghhhhhh!''
Jack did as he had promised, decreasing the current to the brunette while shooting more juice to Shari. The increased jolt made her weak with exhaustion and agony. What hit her cunt, ass and tits was like a fist slapping, then punching down into her guts. The aftershock felt like shards of glass cutting through her bowels. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air exploding, nearly pushing out the wire lodged in her bowels. Her nipples throbbed harder while her clit jerked and twitched, about to climax, but yet holding back.
Maybe it was the electric current keeping her clit from going over the edge. Shari felt herself being taken higher and higher, past the place where most women have climax. She screamed, biting at the air around her, her body jerking on the rope like a puppet.
"More, give her more!" Tina wailed.
"No, no, give the bitch her fair share!" Shari screamed more loudly.
"I only do what's fair." Jack laughed, twisting the dial and relieving Shari of some of the current, while Tina's body stiffened and sparked with a new rush of electricity. The game had begun.
CHAPTER SIX
Shari thought her mind was going to explode. Her tits, ass and cunt were being ripped apart by knives while small dots of spittle stood on her lips. The cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs as more and more current shot into her. Tina had screamed more loudly this time, her body sagging forward against the workbench while Shari took the brunt of the current.
The blonde teen thought she would pass out. Her body would burn alive under this current. Pumping her lungs full of air, she screamed out Tina's name, her voice echoing off the granite walls around her. Immediately the current slackened and Tina's voice shrilled through the room.
Tina bounced against her bonds, tugging and pulling until it looked as if she might tear her arms from their sockets. Her eyes rolled around in her head while her left leg collapsed.
Tina hung there grotesquely from the table, her lips working soundlessly against each other while her head snapped back mechanically again and again. She looked like an epileptic in the middle of a fit. Somehow she managed to regain some control and shrilled out Shari's name, calling her a bitch and slut at the same time. "Aghghghghhhh!"
The pain was enormous inside her, tearing her insides out. Shari felt her climax finally erupt. She was helpless to control the feeling in her cunt and the sensations in her tits and ass. Her climax showered her thighs. The smell of burned flesh and hair was an aphrodisiac to her as more and more electricity shot through her body. Her face was a blur, her body a writhing snake as Jack played with himself through his trousers.
Then, still keeping the current high on Shari, he twisted the knob on Tina, sending a rush of electricity through her body that knocked her unconscious.
"Stupid slut," he murmured, cutting off the machine.
With another quick move, he shut the machine completely down, reaching up and lowering the screaming, bucking Shari to the floor.
"No, no, no!"
She was like a mindless savage even after he had cut the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together. The girl rolled around the floor while Jack jerked the pincers free. She trembled and sobbed, her shouts and screams echoing off the wails. Her tits spasmed and slapped together while her legs drummed against the floor. Without a word, Jack slapped her again and again until she came around, then shoved her shoulders against the floor and spread her clenched legs apart with his right knee. Shari wanted him badly in her cunt. The pain and horror of being strung up like that from the ceiling and being electrocuted had overwrought her nerves. She had to have this man, with his prick in her cunt!
"Wanna get fucked?"
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, her head rolling against the floor.
Who would hear her? Tina was in a faint, her body sagging like a Ump dummy from the workbench, the wires hanging obscenely from her nipples and pussy. Jack was on top of her, pinning her down with his legs and hands. Quickly he opened his Levi's, shoving them down until his cock was free. Shari felt that fat cock sliding between her leg and thigh, searching for her hot little cunt. It was so much better this way than having it in the ass! She sighed happily, a smile crossing her Ups as he stretched her out on the floor and guided his prick into her tight little cunt.
It was so good having him fuck her down there! Shari arched her spine, wallowing her shoulders against the floor while hugging his firm body with her knees. She inhaled and exhaled rapidly. There was a cock in her cunt, a real man's prick doing this to her and she thrilled to it.
The act of violence and torment had aroused something inside her, something she couldn't understand right now, but was sure her mother knew. It was a kind of thirst that had to be satisfied.
She rocked her hips in a wriggle as Jack started his slow, cuntal shoves. Soft murmurs rumbled in her throat, as she felt that cock squeezing down deeper into her, stretching apart the velvety, itching lining.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
Shari closed her eyes in wild bliss, blinking them open every now and then to glance up at the big man atop her. The contact of that fat cock lodged in her cunt sent shivers racing along her spine. She could feel it in her pussy, Shari thought as she scissored her legs tightly around the big stud, drawing him deeper into her. She sighed again, thinking of the ropes, thinking of the beating, of the ass-rape, and finding those thoughts added spice somehow to what was happening between her splayed thighs.
Jack shifted his hips, driving his prick in and out of her slick, wet cunt. There was something so bestial about this fuck that drove her mind wild. He was driving his cock in hard, slamming his thighs forward until his hipbones bruised hers. Jack reached up, squeezing her tits until her nipples stood out. The girl felt the forceful jabs of his prick drive deep into her body like a lance. When he dropped his head and began sucking on her sore nipples, Shari could only groan in approval. She loved feeling his tongue sliding across her tits now and his moustache rubbing against her belly, while he licked and ate at her.
She flicked out her tongue, licking her dry lips while her body burned more and more with fiery lust. Jack increased the fucking tempo of his cock, biting down hard on her nipples, chewing the hot, rubbery flesh until Shari screamed out and arched her spine. She began speaking in short bursts, her jerking body interrupting the flow.
"Ohhh . . . won . . . wonderful! Ohhhh, yes, good . . . more . . . more! I'm cumming .. . cumming!" Shari groaned through the swirl of lust, fogging her mind.
"Drive it, baby, come on, drive it, you dumb bitch!"
Jack slapped her hard with the back of his hand, bruising her chin again and again as he drove into her cunt with a vile vengeance. Her body scudded back against the floor while she felt the sticky hot glue explode from his cockhead, inundating her cunt with the white jizz.
In that moment her own lust boiled over and her clit was stung with another wave of climax. She thought of his prick grinding her insides like a mortar being pulverized by a pestle. The bruising, ramming, pounding of his cock tore at her cut in a mindless attack. Jack drove farther into her snug little cunt, the muscles spreading to accommodate his fat thickness.
Shari felt herself falling through a wonderful dark hole, her body elevated from the world as she came. Nothing in the world could have matched that feeling. She thought she would faint if Jack didn't stop sliding his prick into her. But something kept the girl conscious. She wanted to be wide awake to feel the very last of his brutal rape. And then she felt Jack stiffening, pushing against her with his knees and drawing his cock out. Shari wanted to protest, but knew better. This wasn't the time for doing anything but lying there dumbly and taking anything he wanted to give to her. She sobbed, taking short, deep gasps of breath. Slowly, while he rose from the floor, she stopped her trembling.
"I'm through with the two of you now. You can take your friend home," Jack said, unfastening the manacles, then catching her body while tugging her leg free of the ladder.
He dropped Tina like a rag on the floor, kicking at her to make certain the teen was alive. A groan told them all she was still in this world.
"And don't lemme catch you around here unless you're with your mama."
"Please, don't tell Mama. She wouldn't understand. I don't even understand yet," Shari whispered, pulling at Jack's trousers.
"What's the matter? You afraid your old lady's gonna beat you when she finds out? She tries somethin' like that, you just come to me and ol' Jack'll knock the shit outta that broad."
"But . . . but you don't understand," she said tearfully. "I don't want her to know. I mean, it's gonna change things somehow at the house, and I don't want that."
"Normal, huh? You want things to be normal when your old lady's got her ass tied up all the time and when you can't get enough cock in your pussy. Okay, okay," he said, mildly annoyed. "You got your way this time. But on one condition."
"What . . . what's that?" Shari said hesitantly, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of one hand. She couldn't believe she had extracted a promise from him that easily.
"You gotta be here this Wednesday with your mother."
Shari reeled back in horror, shaking her head from one side to the other.
"How's that going to keep her from knowing about me? No, no!" Shari begged.
"Just be here-early. Your old lady's gonna think of some excuse to get outta the house for a while. She ain't gonna know who the fuck you are 'less you want her to. Got it? This Wednesday, and early."
Shari nodded her head up and down. She would have agreed to fucking Satan himself, if she could have gotten out of there any sooner. Gathering Tina in her arms, she dragged the girl up the stairs, huffing all the way. The brunette was little help, pushing her away at times, then growing limp at others. She struggled with the clothes Jack had thrown in their faces, Tina finally coming to and jerking away from Shari.
"I don't ever want to see you again." The girl sobbed, wiping the tears from her face and hugging her clothes to her tits.
"Tina!"
"You enjoyed this, enjoyed it! How could you, Shari Evans? How could you like something like this ... oh, I don't want to talk to you."
"Tina, I ... I can't help it. He was stronger and he made me do things and . . . and ..."
Tina shrank from her as if she were a snake, putting on her clothes, rubbing her sore wrists and ankles, then jumping nearly out of her skin when Jack came up behind her and started rubbing his fingers over her tits. She screamed, biting at him, kicking away like an hysteric.
"I heard what the little bitch was telling you. Should I teach her a lesson?" '
Shari felt anger, fear and resentment welling up in her. She meant to shake her head now, but found her head moving up and down. She saw Tina jerked from the couch, her clothes slapped from her, her body thrown down onto the living room floor.
Tina was still fighting, her fists beating against Jack's chest while her legs flopped uselessly against the carpeting. Jack took her by the throat, slamming her head down several times, then jerking up her legs and pulling them back.
She saw Tina's face blanch, her body stiffening as the stud fitted his prick into her. The girl's body jerked violently as if electricity were still scorching through her. Then he began fucking, pumping his cock hard into her cunt while biting down at her tits.
Shari watched as Jack took one nipple in his teeth and chomped down hard, lifting the tit from Tina's chest and shaking it. The girl shrieked in agony, beating the walls of her feet frantically against his kidneys.
Shari found herself enjoying all this, watching her friend being brutally raped this way. She had had the nerve to call her names, to say she had almost planned all this. Well, Tina would think twice before insulting her that way again. Jack was fixing her right now, hammering his prick into her, driving her ass into the floor while she writhed and jerked and bucked against him.
Tina slumped against the floor while Jack finished dumping his load of jizz into her pussy. His hands were all over her now, pinching her flesh until it turned blue while his teeth still gnashed against her sore nipples.
When he finally drew his flaccid cockmeat from her dripping hole, the big stud slapped her several times across the face to bring her to. Tina blinked her eyes open, staring first at him, then her friend.
"I ever hear you bad-mouthin' this lady and it's back to the bench for you . . . and this fuckin' ain't nothin' compared to what's gonna happen."
Tina nodded her head, curling up against the dirty sofa and looking tremblingly at her friend. She was shivering as if the temperature had dropped to zero. Jack had made his point. She drew her torn clothes to her and nodded in agreement.
"Take your friend with you. And remember, Wednesday-early.''
Tina sniffed, drying her eyes before she shuffled through the kitchen and out the back door. She walked a good distance from Shari.
"He can make me shut up, but he can't ever make us be friends again," Tina said, growing tight-lipped again.
It was all Shari could do to keep from talking to her friend. Tina would never talk to her again. She didn't have that something, that force she and her mother apparently had that responded to Jack and his beating. Her mother apparently was going to submit to it in one day. Turning around, she saw Tina shuffling behind her, her eyes down, her hands clasped in front of her. How different she looked-beaten, defeated. Jack had done his worst, and still she had come out on top. Raped and humiliated, Shari still felt a sense of power.
Rhoda, meanwhile, had been having serious doubts about going to Jack's. She looked at the address scrawled on the note pad, hurriedly stuffing it in her apron pocket, when she heard Shari's footsteps on the porch. Glancing at the wall clock, she saw her daughter was a little late. No sense in saying a word about it.
"Hi, Mom. There's plenty of studying for me tonight," Shari said, holding her books so her mother wouldn't notice the bruises on her wrists. She had stopped at school before returning home and pulled material from her locker. Tina had preferred to go home, vowing again never to speak to her friend.
"Oh, hello, dear. Dinner'll be ready in a bit," Rhoda said, accepting a light kiss on the cheek. Shari eyed her mother accusingly, then turned on her heels and rushed from the room.
Rhoda bit her Up. She knew what she was doing was wrong. It even frightened her. She remembered cringing under Jack's body, feeling the smack of his hand and the brutal thrust of his cock in her ass. Even now, stirring the stew, Rhoda could almost feel his fingers crawling all over her body, slapping her and abusing her while he fucked her.
Even now she could feel the hot tongues of her lust licking up her thighs, singeing her cunt-hairs, making her clit pop up from the surrounding cuntflesh and tingle as she thought of that horrid lover. She would be there as he had ordered, submitting to him.
"Mother. Tina asked that I come over tomorrow for a study session. I thought it'd be okay, but I wanted to check with you."
Shari hated herself for lying through her teeth that way. But after all, her mother was doing the same.
"Of course, dear. I might go out and do some shopping. I don't want you being late," she said, serving the salad.
Her fingers were so icy, she could hardly grip the salad plate. She could still call it off. Rhoda knew she could put an end to it right now and suffer whatever consequences that would come of it. But again she thought of Jack and her heart failed her.
Throughout dinner Shari was silent, pushing her food around with her fork, half-expecting her mother to say something about what was going on, but not expecting to hear a word. When Rhoda began clearing the table, eyeing her quiet daughter worriedly, Shari sighed and pushed herself away from the table.
"I'll help with the dishes, then finish my homework," the teen said, careful to keep her raw wrists from her mother's gaze.
But Rhoda wouldn't have noticed much that evening. She was thinking of the way Jack had roughed her up, had fucked her in the ass, and what he was going to do to her tomorrow. It would be dreadful, she thought to herself with a wan smile, and that's exactly what she wanted and needed. Rhoda had no idea what force was moving in her. But she would follow it through hell!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rhoda did not feel very good about what was happening. Jack had met her at the door gruffly, pulling her inside and kissing her roughly, while fingering her ass through her blue woolen skirt.
There were other men there, shapes in the : darkness. She could hear them laughing and breathing although she couldn't see their faces. I At times she heard one or another tell Jack to I fuck her now or mutter out some epithet about I her tits and ass. But by and large they were I silent.
When Jack started pulling off her blouse, I Rhoda protested, feeling those quiet eyes behind I her, burning through her clothes. He laughed, I tearing open the buttons, then unzipping her I skirt and ripping off her clothes.
"You wanna join the club, right? I mean, I baby, you dug gettin' fucked in the ass then worked over. You called me, remember? Now I you're gonna have to go through our little in-itiation, right?"
"But ... but these men ..."
If there had been another woman there, I Rhoda thought, it wouldn't have been so bad.
They could have commiserated together, even sent one another secret messages while the men worked them over. But to have been the only woman there with all these men around, Rhoda felt like a lamb at the slaughter.
"Take 'er outside. We wanna see her move around a little. And take off her fuckin' clothes now," someone called out.
The others agreed. Rhoda heard the tearing sounds and did her best to keep her clothes in one piece, while shedding them quickly. When she stepped from her panties, she heard catcalls of approval. Standing straight, she felt her tits roll together and slap gently against one another. Strangely enough, heat rose once more in her crotch, her cunt tensing and shivering in anticipation.
"Move through here. Come on, guys. Let's move it outside. Ain't nobody out there gonna see us anyway."
Rhoda knew it was true. The nearby homes around Jack's were dark-either abandoned or housing people who didn't want to be disturbed and couldn't care less what Jack and his gang did. As she passed through the filthy kitchen, Rhoda thought she could hear a cry come out from behind the basement door. She stopped, wondering if indeed there was a woman here, trapped downstairs, being tortured. Jack pushed her roughly between the shoulders, sending her stumbling into the wall. "Move!"
Rhoda did so quickly, moving through the doorway, then picking her way carefully down the creaking wooden steps to the backyard. It was dark already.
Shuddering from the cool air, she threw her hands around her, gooseflesh breaking out about her body. Jack stepped up to her, knocking her hands away. Rhoda cried out as a particularly cool blast of air slashed between her thighs.
Shivering, she closed her thighs, one leg bent in to warm her freezing cunt. The cool wind whipped through her pussyhair, rustling the tall, unmown grass around her. She knew she would be tortured somehow. That was part of the game. The knowledge of what would happen made her heart pound both with terror and expectation.
Jack gripped her shoulders hard, his fingers bruising her flesh. His voice cut through her like a saw, making her bones shudder. He pushed her forward at the men who stood around the two of them now-sullen, unshaven men with beer bellies. Someone farted. Jack was the best of the bunch, she thought, catching herself quickly and pushing her long hair from her eyes. He shoved again, making her stumble. Her arms flailed forward to regain her balance.
"Now you walk in front of them, bitch. You should enjoy this, baby, flirtin' in front of men. All cunts like to do that-strut their stuff, then tuck it away from a dude. "You're gonna put out like a machine, baby and do what we tell you, when we tell you."
Rhoda cringed at his voice. Jack shoved her forward again, her feet sinking into something cold and slimy. Mud? She wasn't sure. Shuddering with revulsion, the woman pulled her feet from the goo and walked again. She felt confused and terribly naked in front of all these men.
When one of the uglier ones reached out to grab her, she shrugged away. More hands reached out. Laughter and obscenities chased her back toward the center of the circle.
Jack waited for her, slapping her across the face hard with his opened right hand. The force knocked her back, her heels sliding around in the slimy filthy. Regaining her balance, she dodged from him and ran back toward the men. Her tits were bobbing up and down, jiggling and slapping against one another while her ass and belly and thighs jiggled. More gooseflesh exploded on her body.
When two men grabbed her asscheeks, pinching them and sticking a finger up her shitter, Rhoda screamed. Her legs flailed helplessly under her. Another man ran forward, standing in front of her and ducking his head down when she tried hitting him.
In a second she felt a mouth around her right nipple, a set of uneven teeth chomping down on the rubbery, sensitive flesh. She screamed in agony, fearful he would tear the nipple from her tits. Rhoda hit him again and again with her tiny fists, shrilling out a cry once more, when she felt four fingers shoved up her ass and then part of a fist!
Rhoda felt a warm liquid trickling down her thighs. She was pissing on herself in front of these men. The three pulled away from her quickly, pointing their fingers derisively and laughing, as Rhoda stumbled back toward the center of the circle. They were hideous animals, doing all they could to humiliate and hurt her.
Someone threw a clod of mud, hitting her shoulders. Another clod splattered against her face, nearly knocking her to the ground. Rhoda spun around, unsure of which way to go. She was like a terrified, small animal waiting to be ripped to pieces. "No, no, don't . . . please, don't."
"Uh!"
Someone had delivered a sharp blow to her belly when she had been off guard with her thoughts. Rhoda doubled up, catching her breath while staggering like a drunken sailor around the circle. More mud was thrown in her face. The men were roaring, some of them unzipping their Levi's and pulling their dark-pink cocks out. The cool night air stiffened their pricks. Rhoda looked around. They were all rising in front of her, threatening her.
"Oh!"
She heard running behind her. It was a particularly fat, tall man, his round pasty face making her writhe in disgust. He rasped out something, his beer breath sickening her. She tried running away. But he was faster, holding her tight, pulling her blonde hair back until her head was as far back as it could be.
Still gripping her hair, tearing it out by the roots, he rammed three fingers into her cunt. Rhoda screamed, her knees jerking up and her ass sUding back against his crotch. Her belly and cuntal muscles snapped shut, her thighs clenching against the offending hand. Rhoda found herself yelping shamelessly with pleasure, in front of these laughing men, grinding her hips hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. "Bitch!" he growled.
Rhoda couldn't disagree with him. She found herself growing more and more worked up, as the crowd disoriented her, taunted her, pawed her. She felt those horrible fingers probing her hole, the nails scraping against her velvety cuntal lining.
When he shoved his fingers in deeper, the woman lost complete control, pissing onto his hand. He swore out something, jerking his hand away, then shoving his soiled fingers into her mouth. Rhoda gagged, jerking her head away. But the man would not take no for an answer.
When she refused a second time to lick his filthy fingers, he squeezed her ass, shoving a knee into her lower back so hard Rhoda thought he was snapping her spine with it. She let out a sharp cry, her mouth opening.
That was what the man was waiting for, jabbing his fingers into her mouth and making her lick them. Rhoda gagged, wanting to vomit as she choked on the taste and smell. Once the man had had his fill of amusement and laughed, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his Levi's.
Jack came up behind her, pushing the fat man away. When she turned around, Rhoda saw he had his belt doubled in his fist. Rhoda knew in a flash what he was going to do when he slapped her ass with it, making her ass tingle. He struck her again, this time far harder. Waves of hot needles plunged from her ass through her cunt. When he struck again, the woman's knees buckled. Rhoda felt her knees buckling and her head snapping back. She stumbled away from him, each blow seeming to make her weaker.
The black leather belt came down on her ass again, raising ugly blue welts. With each crashing blow, her belly tightened and quaked. She gagged, rolling onto her belly, sinking her fingers into the soft mud and dragging herself through it. She had to get away from the slamming blows. A particularly savage one cut into her asscrack, the beveled end of the belt distending her shitter.
Rhoda shrieked in agony, her legs jerking out like those of a frog while she shot forward, propelled by her own agony. Losing complete control of her body, she shoved her ass in the air, hot shit spurting from her asshole. It spilled in a warm brown flow down her legs. Rhoda sobbed in horror, realizing how she was disgracing herself in front of these horrid men.
Jack laughed, kicking at her thighs.
"Now there's a real lady, shitting herself in front of us. Come on, baby, I don't run a fuckin' kennel. You're gonna clean up that mess. Lick it up! Eat your own shit."
Rhoda cringed away from the big man, feeling her bile rising in her tightened throat. Jack stepped around her, grabbing her hair and shoving her face down into the fetid pile of warm shit. Rhoda gagged, her face smeared with the vile, stinking mess. The men roared with more laughter as Jack rubbed her face into it, pulling it up only to slam it back down and force the turds into her mouth. She vomited, clawing wildly at the big man above her.
"Get some water and clean the slut up," Jack said, stepping back and watching her.
Rhoda lay half on her side, her throat burning from the retching, her body stinking from the horrid bath in her own shit. A splash of cold water followed by two more brought the woman back to her horrible reality. She gagged, spitting out the water.
A fourth hit her squarely in the face, nearly drowning her. Crawling back, a cleaned Rhoda rose to her feet, pushing the wet hair from her face. She felt rage and frustration toward these men, and especially toward Jack.
"Walk around like a slut, baby. Like a real slut," Jack said, swatting her on the ass.
Rhoda began moving slowly, making her tits dance and her ass wriggle. She could hear the soft, heavy breathing now. There were no more taunts, no more catcalls. They were watching her, aroused by her, studying her the way male dogs study a parading bitch in heat. She decided to make them suffer.
When she got particularly close to one man, she felt his hands start to feel her cunt. Something snapped in her and she screamed, charging at the stud, tearing at his eyes and clawing his cheeks. Stunned at first, he stayed quiet. Then as her nails cut deep, he threw her off.
"Goddamned slut! I'll take care of you," Jack said behind her.
She felt his hands on her as he dragged her back, her heels digging trenches in the soft mud. Rhoda struggled, her heart racing. She had lost control. She was supposed to be the obedient slave and she had rebelled.
Again and again Rhoda sobbed out her apology, begging forgiveness from a man she knew would give her none. Jack was dragging her back to the center of their little circle, finally letting her all on her back.
Pushing the wet hair from her eyes again, Rhoda looked up. She could see his cock tenting up the front of his Levi's. He turned to someone who rushed back into the house. When Rhoda tried to move one bit, she felt Jack's boot come down on her hand, the heel pressing hard against her fingers.
Thank goodness the ground was moist and soft around her. Otherwise he surely would have broken bones. She shuddered, moaning softly, feeling her fingers bending backward, threatening to snap under the horrid pressure. She was glad when the man returned with something in his hand. When Rhoda blinked her eyes clear, she saw Jack taking a cat-o'-nine-tails from him.
"No!"
Rhoda felt Jack step off her fingers. She watched him turn around, snapping the weapon against his sides. He made all the leather thongs crackle against his thigh. Grunting with fear, she crawled away from the big stud, the mud squeezing up into her asshole and cunt. Jack moved slowly toward her, his boots crushing the small walls of mud created as she scooted backward.
He kept snapping that awful thing against his sides, the ends striking his boots at times. The sounds were like the reports of firing pistols. Rhoda felt her hair standing on end as she tried escaping. As long as she kept out of his reach, she told herself, she was safe. He could bring that thing down, frighten her, but as long as he kept his distance she was all right.
Maybe that was all he wanted to do-terrify her again, make her shit herself, or piss over her thighs and bring out more rounds of laughter before he raped her publicly. That would be Jack's style. But still, Rhoda wasn't sure. She eyed the snapping weapon warily, moving backward, her heart pounding so hard, she thought it would break her ribs.
"Come here, baby, come here. We're gonna have a good time, right in front of these guys. I'm gonna show 'em just what you dig."
Rhoda trembled, crawling away from him. It was a terrible nightmare coming true. Now Rhoda knew what he would do first. When he was finished with her, he would turn her over to the other. She would be so much dead meat at the end of the night. Some initiation!
"No!"
Rhoda whimpered, her cries growing more plaintive as Jack approached.
She sidled backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the black, advancing cat no in Jack's hands. He gained on her. Rhoda couldn't stand this any longer. With a sharp cry she turned and like an animal on all fours, sped out of reach. Her tits hung down low, the nipples brushing the ground. Another cool breeze made her tit tips stiff.
Rhoda let out another cry, trying to crawl faster and faster. She slipped, falling face down in the mud. She got back up and began racing away from the big man on all fours. Jack was taking shorter steps purposely, trying not to overtake the woman too soon. Rhoda saw that and hated him for it. He was playing with her and toying with her mind while she raced around, panting in horror.
"Oh!"
Rhoda slipped again, banging against some garbage cans and overturning them. Her hair snagged on something behind her. She was trapped. There was no escape now, no place to run to.
"The race is over, baby. All over," he said, snapping the whip. "Stop it! Stop!"
Her voice shrieked into the night air as the cat came down, biting hard along her ribs.
Rhoda squealed, her body jerking as if someone had touched her with a hot poker. Jack swung the weapon over his head. Looking up through her tear-stained lashes, Rhoda felt the cat was corning down in slow motion. The knotted tips chewed the flesh along her hips. Still screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, she tore her hair from the mess behind her and scooted away, only to find herself banging into a post that had been driven into the ground nearby. "No!"
She was helpless, her terror registering the fact that she was unable to protect herself. It was all so useless. He was going to peel the skin from tit to kneecap, so why fight him? She would die in the mud. And then the cat came down, biting into her body so cruelly again.
Rhoda rolled away, exposing her ass. The thongs tore at the supple white flesh again and again, forcing her knees into the dirt. But instead of sheer pain, Rhoda was feeling something like a bright sense of warmth exploding in her ass, then ricocheting to her cunt.
The cat swung in the air, yet again. As the snake snapped down, Rhoda wondered how much more heat would explode, how far the sensation would travel, and how she was going to react.
The tips of the cat caught the lower curve of her ass. Rhoda turned on her face, ignoring the mud oozing around her nose and mouth. Panic swelled as Jack paused.
She thought again about the scream she'd heard through the basement door. No. There would be more. There was obviously someone else here who was going through the same thing. Perhaps indoors was next for her.
Jack grunted. The lash hissed through the air, tearing across both asscheeks. Rhoda recoiled, shoving her tits into the mud while her legs jerked apart. The needle-sharp heat bit through her asscheeks, then shot into her cunthole. But when it reached her clit, it had changed to a pleasant, sucking warmth. It was a stroking coil of heat that pet her clit.
"Aghhhhh!"
Again the leather bit. Again the heat snapped and chewed at her clit. Again Rhoda whimpered with the pain and delight fighting inside her. Someone was yelling in the background.
Jack dropped the cat, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Rhoda looked up unblinkingly as he shoved his trousers down. She didn't move, feeling her pulse rioting as she watched his massive cock spring from behind his zipper. He had fucked her in the ass with that prick, and now he was going to take care of her the way a man should. "Ohhh!"
Jack threw himself down on her hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. She could feel his meaty cockhead rubbing up and down against her thighs. She was more than ready when he knocked her legs up and started to shove that donkey-prick into her cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She saw his balls dangling behind his fat cockroot, the sacs screwing up tight with excitement. He bent over her, backhanding her mouth. The blow's force snapped her head back, the second blow leaving a red palm print on her cheek.
"Hey, man, let's see you fuck her in the ass! Yeah, you said you did it before!"
The others roared the request. Grabbing hold of her ass, Jack flipped her around. He was going to fuck her in the ass as if she were some sort of mindless thing. He was on her, his weight crushing her, forcing her face into the snow. Rhoda cried out in protest. No! No! Not again! She couldn't take it in the ass again-not when her cunt cried out to have that fat prick raping her. She tightened her ass, feeling his fists pounding against her.
She could hear the sounds of the men standing around the two of them. They were shouting and laughing, their taunts underscoring her own cries of pain and horror.
Jack beat at her, jamming his cockhead deep into her asshole. Rhoda let out her mindless cry once more, letting the animal on top of her fuck us her without a struggle. If he wanted more, he would have to kill her first.
One final thrust and gouts of sticky cum burned through her hole, sparking an involuntarily climax. She didn't want to cum with his prick in her ass. But when Jack felt his orgasm explode, he fucked faster. Rhoda tried not to feel the repercussions in her clit. But in spite of her revulsion, what he did to her raised her own lust. His cum exploded one final time.
Rhoda unclenched her thighs, letting his driving weight drag her hips up and then down. Her cuntlips were back, the cut exposed. She let out another cry, feeling the cold ground rub up against the tiny hot trigger. Rhoda shuddered, that contrast in temperature forcing out a climax that made her cry out.
Jack pulled free, his cockhead making a soft popping sound. Hot jizz dripped onto the small of her back and oozed into her crease. The scalding drops made her flinch. Rhoda doubled her fists. With each drop her fingers opened and closed while her nails bit into her palms. She wept softly, shaking her head from side to side. The shame. The awful, unadulterated shame made her shiver with revulsion at herself. Thank goodness Shari wasn't here to witness her degradation.
Jack's legs pinned her legs down. His cock was aimed at her ass as he straddled her. He was in a half-crouch position, lining himself up for a second assault. Didn't he ever exhaust himself?
Jack rolled her onto her back. She could see his cock corning back up. Reaching down, he took her hips, fitting his cockhead between her cuntlips. Something told Rhoda this was going to be a fuck that would be better than anything she had ever felt before.
As he drilled his prick into her clenching fuckhole, the grip on her hips tightened. Then leaning forward, he slid his hands from her hips to her ribs, moving them to her shoulders, then finally to her throat. The grip tightened as he jabbed his cock all the way into her. Stars exploded in front of her, her nostrils flaring and burning while her lungs seemed to blow apart. Her tongue slipped out, rolling around and around while air jammed in her throat.
He was going to choke her to death while fucking her! They were going to watch her die, cheering on the two of them as she rattled for air. No. She wasn't going to die. She wouldn't die in this horrible mess!
Rhoda fought back, raking his shoulders. Her nails slid harmlessly off his flannel shirt. The world slipped crazily around her while she was falling through some dark abyss. She writhed helplessly, feeling her cunt burn as if someone had set it on fire. Jack's fingers never loosened from around her windpipe, bending it and preventing any oxygen to reach her lungs, while he drove into her like a madman.
Her eyes bulged out and her tongue wagged around her dry lips while her chest heaved for lack of oxygen. He was increasing the pressure, his fingernails burrowing into her throat and slicing into the flesh. Rhoda drummed her legs against the dirt, her ass slamming again and again into the mud while she spun closer toward unconsciousness. She had to stay awake. God only knows what he would do to her if she were to pass out!
"Like it, bitch? Like dyin' this way with a man's prick up you?"
He was raping her hard, chugging his thick-muscled cock through her pussy while tightening his fingers on her throat even harder. Rhoda felt the world slipping away from her.
"Nooooooo!"
She was beating her fists against his face, pressing up against his chest when she felt the unmistakable sensation of cum spattering into her hole. Just at that point Jack released his grip completely.
Coughing and gagging, her fingers at her own throat, Rhoda snapped her head back, wallowing her shoulder blades in the filth beneath her. She was cumming, cumming so very, very hard. Hot, stinging bites of climactic sensation bit into her clit again and again while her legs scissored together and beat against Jack's fucking body again and again.
Rhoda screamed the scream of the damned. She grew quiet finally, gasping for air as her lungs heaved. Her tits roiled together while she felt Jack's cock still jerking around in her pussy. Involuntarily her cuntal muscles squeezed greedily at the greasy, shooting hunk of prick, her toes curling until they cramped.
He had done it. He had forced her to have the most intense climax of her life, and have it in public! He had tormented her, tortured her, nearly murdered her, and had wrung out the wildest feeling from between her legs she had ever experienced. With a sigh, Rhoda fell back into the dirt, wondering what else would follow.
"Good fuckin', good man, good everything," Jack said, wiping spit from his lips.
Turning her head to one side, she looked up at the big man and felt the warm glow spreading over her thighs and tits. He had nearly killed her. And yet she was drinking in the delicious afterglow as if he had been her gentle lover and had satisfied all her needs. She felt his fingers curling around her hair once more, jerking her head up from the dirt and pulling her body through the soft muck.
Rhoda roused herself from her stupor, her eyelids fluttering while she kicked back her legs and craw-fished along with Jack. Her hands slipped along the slick ground as she let out tiny animal grunts, much to the delight of the snorting men watching her.
"Stake 'er to the ground . . . right here. I've got a real big surprise for you, mama. It's one you're gonna like," Jack said, passing one big hand over his mouth and barely suppressing a grin.
Rhoda had little time tp reflect on what he was saying. Someone behind her slipped a thick length of rope around her neck, looping it around in a crude noose, then tightening it until Rhoda found herself swallowing hard. She jerked both hands up, sliding the fingers between the hemp and her flesh in an attempt to loosen the noose. She felt a slap crash sharply across her ass while someone hit her savagely across the back of her head. Stunned into silence, Rhoda let them have their way with her, no kneeling in defeat while one man finished the ob of noosing. "Ohhhh!"
He pulled at her, forcing the woman to crawl three feet toward a large iron stake driven into the soft ground at an angle. It was to this she was tied while someone was drawing her hands back and binding her wrists together with what felt like plastic line.
Rhoda had a few moments to reflect on her misery, still feeling the warm slimy sensation of Jack's cum oozing from her violated pussy. Then there was a scream followed by the sound of a loud slap. Rhoda jerked to attention. The shriek came from inside the house. Someone was in there, someone who was just as unfortunate as she, Rhoda thought as she felt her eyes begin to burn with held back tears.
There was shuffling sounds. Jack was pushing the woman forward, his big hands roving over her naked body as she struggled helplessly against him. Tiny beads of cold sweat began to break out on her forehead as the shuffling, grunting sounds became louder and louder. She could make out Jack's silhouetted body through the half-opened screen door.
The woman was still fighting him, her legs kicking back, her fists flailing uselessly behind her, while he dragged her from the house. Rhoda watched with interest, narrowing her eyes as the door exploded open and Jack wheeled the hapless woman around and pushed her down the stairs. God in heaven! It was Shari! "Oh no!"
Rhoda nearly fainted with horror, staring blankly at her daughter as the girl tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom in a crumpled heap. Her eyes widened. No. This had to be some sort of delirium. This couldn't happen. How on earth could Shari be here? It just wasn't possible! The girl couldn't have any idea of what she had been doing.
But there she was, her long blonde hair splashed across her small shoulders. The whip stripes across her back and thighs told Rhoda that Jack had been busy-either tonight or earlier.
All sorts of possibilities flashed through her mind as she knelt there, roped to the ground, staring at her daughter. Licking her dry lips as she found her voice, Rhoda whispered the girl's name.
"Shari? It's Mother. Oh my God, honey, what are you doing here with these men?" Shari fought down the sobs, slowly pulling herself up and pushing the hair from her face.
"You did it to me," she shot back in a tight whisper, her eyes sparkling with anger and hurt as Rhoda flinched from the remark.
"All right, all right," Jack said with an affected air of boredom. "You two can figure it out later. Right now the only thing I know is that I got me a couple of hot cunts, and I'm gonna use 'em. And then, well, both of you are members of my little club. We got lots of bitches like you, though I don't think we got a mother/daughter team. Yeah, that's one for the books. That should have your Goddamned phone ringin' off the hook."
"No! I won't have it!" Rhoda protested, shaking her head violently from side to side. "Cut us loose. I don't want any more of this."
Jack shut her up with a savage backhand across her right cheek, sending the woman reeling back to the ground. Rhoda choked, the rope tightening around her windpipe and cutting the oxygen off from her lungs. Wriggling her naked white ass against the soft ground, she fought to free her hands and loosen the choking line. Somehow she managed to get back toward the stake, lowering her head and gasping for air until she had managed to fill her lungs once more. God! What a horror this was!
"Now, you gonna keep that fuckin' mouth of yours shut?"
Rhoda nodded her head up and down, casting a sideways glance at her daughter who once more had collapsed into a heap at the stairs.
"You guys get some beer from the cooler and relax. I'm gonna have me some fun with these two before I turn 'em loose to you guys."
"Hey, come on, Jack, we came here to watch 'em dance . . . you know. Can't have 'em all to yourself!" a tall blond shouted over the heads of his buddies.
There was a general murmur of approval, making the big stud's face darken with anger for a moment. Then he looked down at the cringing Shari, who had by now doubled into a protective fetal position. Rhoda trembled as she watched his thick lips curl into a sardonic smile. He was thinking of something, and that something made her shiver with horror.
"Bring that keg of beer over here while I go downstairs and get something. Joe, you help me."
Rhoda felt her body relax into a moment of relief as she watched two men roll a large, dark wooden barrel from the end of his small shabby property, toward her. Two men stood in front of her, their hands on their hips, their dirty, black leather engineering boots close to her knees. She wanted to say she was Jack's property and that they couldn't do anything to her while he was gone. But something in her rebelled against that kind of admission.
She shifted position, moving back slowly, hoping they wouldn't notice her slight backward motion. The tallest reached down and grabbed the rope tied to the stake, jerking it up and snapping Rhoda's head against his crotch. She groaned, her face reddening as she felt the hot bulge of his cockmeat against her lips.
Shari let out a cry, then bit down hard on her lower lip to keep quiet.
"Jack says the mother's just as hot as the kid-maybe even hotter. She'll do anything. Gonna do anything, bitch?"
He tightened the rope around her neck. Rhoda opened her mouth, her tongue wagging to and fro while she made wet, gaspy sounds. Wildly, Rhoda twisted her wrists against the cutting plastic line that was keeping her wrists tied together. He was going to kill her before Jack had a chance to return and stop him!
"Lick those boots clean, then," he said, letting the rope go.
Rhoda coughed, shaking her head, feeling her hair sweep over her knees. Someone else slapped her across the face and shoved her lips down against the toe of his boot. When she didn't start licking the filthy leather, he grabbed her by the hair and began running her lips back and forth.
Rhoda gagged, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. She had to lick, had to clean his boots or they would hurt her even more. Reluctantly she stuck out her tongue and began gliding it around the top of the leather, turning her head from side to side, every now and then to spit out the foul mixture of spit and dirt.
"The wells too, cunt! Don't forget about them wells, baby. That's where the dirt cakes up."
Rhoda moved quickly, fearing another sharp blow to her head. She licked her tongue along the filthy wells, feeling clods of filth gather between her teeth and at the back of her mouth. She spat again to the ground, her face burning with shame and effort.
She could hear her daughter's breathing as Shari watched this horror in disbelief. And when someone pressed their boot against the back of her neck, nearly snapping the bones while forcing her lips hard against the leather boot, she heard Shari let out a cry of shock. A sharp slap ended that.
"P-please, don't hurt her."
"Shaddup, cunt, and lick."
He had turned his boot to the side and was forcing her to clean the sole. Rhoda couldn't do it. She tasted shit, she thought, and reared bck from the filthy leather like a frightened mare. When they slapped her, she yowled like a cat, rolling onto her belly and doubling over as she felt the savage blows of fists and boots against her ribs. She was nearly breathless when Jack returned, calming the mob.
"Hey, man, you don't wanna kill her. And you're makin' this little one all upset, right?"
Shari shrank back from Jack, her eyes widening as she looked at the large board with holes at the top and bottom. In an instant she knew what it was. She had seen pictures of those things in her American history books. Pillories! The Puritans had used them to punish their criminals back in Colonial times. Now, the teen was certain with a shiver, they were going to punish her and her mother in much the same
"Here," Jack said, tossing a fourteen-inch length of black rubber hose to a buddy. "Twist this onto the tap. Gonna waste some beer here, but it's gonna be worth it."
Rhoda dared to raise her head from her arms, still tasting the foulness of the boot in her mouth. She saw the pillory, the three-legged stool angling from Jack's body and the barrel in front of her. There was some connection, she thought, blinking her eyes clear. Glancing one more time at her daughter, she could see Shari was equally confused.
"You guys wanna see a mom/daughter team in action, and that's just what's gonna happen."
"Shari. What happened? Why are you here?" Rhoda whispered to her daughter when she caught her eye.
The girl hesitated for a moment, taking advantage of the group's interest in Jack's assembling of the pillory to inch toward her mother.
"I saw you with . . . with him accidentally," Shari confessed tearfully, rubbing her wounds gingerly. "I had to find out more about what you were doing. And then somehow I got caught up in all this."
She bit her trembling lower lip and turned her eyes from her mother. Rhoda wanted to reach out and console her daughter. But Jack had finished and was looking down at her.
"Untie the cunt and bring her over here. You," he said to the big stud whose boot Rhoda had been licking, "bring the twit over here . . . right here to the stool."
Shari felt hands grip her slim upper arms and haul her to her feet. She dragged her toes over the ground, going limp, unable to. walk. Her head sagged to her chest as they pulled her over the dirt. Her mother cried, "Oh no, you can't, not to her!"
Shari raised her head and found herself staring down at the biggest cock she had ever seen in her whole life!
"Oh!"
Only it wasn't a cock ... at least, not a human one. There, sticking straight up from the center of the stool was, a twelve-inch metal dildo, the sides roughed, it appeared, while the tip was smooth and polished. It was then the teen noticed a black and red wire dangling down from the seat of the stool and trailing back to a small black box Jack had set on the grass.
The men had moved the barrel up to the stool, something Shari had ignored up to now. Then someone lifted the top of the panel and shoved her arms against the semi-circular hole of the pillory. Jack had her legs, scooping them from the ground and shoving them through the bottom holes, slamming the whole mechanism down and trapping her in an instant!
Shari felt the weight of her body pulling painfully against her arms and thighs, now held tightly in the pillory. Her ass sagged downward while her spine curved and ached from the awkward pressure. She felt her asshole opening and closing while her pussy itched and shivered with fear. She pulled at the pillory in vain, feeling the splintery wood chafing her skin. No! This was mad, insane. The whole thing was outrageous!
Again she pulled, feeling her ass sagging down and her asscheeks jiggling, as she struggled against the awful pillory. Her heart was racing wildly while she watched them prop her mother up on another stool, one foot higher than hers and directly in front of her.
"Now, we get to the fun part. You're gonna eat out your old lady's cunt and like it," Jack said authoritatively. Shari stared at the blonde thicket directly in front of her.
"No!" she cried, edging her face away from her mother's pussy. No, no, nothing could make her do that awful thing. Nothing, she thought, as Jack began uncoiling the rubber hose from the barrel.
CHAPTER NINE
Never, even as a child, had someone violated Shari's asshole as Jack had! He had straightened the black rubber hose, pulling it taut from the barrel, then pushing the open end up against her shitter lips.
Shari stiffened her muscles, knotting against her flesh as she jerked forward and her tits slapped against the splintery wood of the pillory. She tensed her asscheeks against one another like two tight fists as the rubber pushed harder against her asshole. When Jack slapped her buns harder, she felt her ass relax. He shoved the hose up into her bowels, pushing what felt like feet of rubber, into her gut.
"Ow! Ow! Ohhh, it hurts! Please, please, take it out, take it . . . uhhhh, take it out!" Shari cried, jerking her head from side to side, while her bowels cramped painfully against the intruding hose in her ass.
"Please, don't do this to her! Oh my God, she's not used to this," Rhoda wailed, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling onto her flushed cheeks.
"There's more. You look real uncomfortable like that, baby-I mean, your ass hangin' down and all that. Here's somethin' to help you out."
Shari panted, her body growing sweaty as she felt that dildo brushing up against her asscheeks. She tried desperately not to be impaled on that monstrous thing. It would surely ruin her pussy!
When Jack pushed his hands against her shoulders to force her down onto that thing, Shari resisted, shaking him off. But she was no match for his strength. She felt him pushing her down, forcing her cunt up against the rounded head.
Her body shuddered, her thighs ridging as the cold steel phallus pushed its way into her protesting body. To her surprise Shari felt the thing sliding in easily, greased by the juices that had begun to flow shortly after the rubber tube had been squeezed into her asshole.
Shari closed her eyes with shame, feeling waves of unspeakable humiliation flowing over her. She knew Jack could see how aroused she was, in spite of herself. But he said nothing, grunting with approval. Shari shuddered once more, feeling her swarmy cuntal walls snugging up against the invading steel dildo. Grinding her teeth together, the teen did all she could to prevent the pleasure she felt flowing through her veins, to show on her face. Could her mother see?
Shari let her head fall forward, feeling her silky blonde hair curtaining her face. In front of her, she heard Rhoda grunt as someone pinched her thighs, then forced her pussy forward. Now Shari could smell the pungent aroma of her mother's cunt! My God! She was aroused as well!
"Now, to make things interesting, gonna warm that pussy up a little more," Jack said, disappearing behind her.
Shari remembered the black box and his penchant for things electrical, guessing correctly what he was going to do. She tried to brace herself, tensing her muscles, mentally preparing herself while someone shoved her mother's pussy up against her face. She could feel the hairs tickling her nostrils while the bleachy taste of her mother's pussy juice slimed over her lips. Strangely enough, the odor and taste added to the bizarre sexual arousal she felt.
"Okay, turn on the spigot. Let the little twit get an ass-taste of beer."
Almost immediately Shari felt her asshole bloat up with a rush of cold beer. She jerked futilely against the swaying pillory, her arms and legs sawing through the holes. Her body jumped at the sudden invasion of the beer. She sagged down on the steel dildo another inch, her body stiffening while Jack turned the dial of the transformer a little to the right.
Shari felt her cuntal walls shiver, then snug even harder against the dildo as a tiny stinging current shot out from the steel prick and bit into her pussy. Fucked at both ends, she thought, feeling her mother's cunt drool heavily against her licking tongue.
And now she was getting drunk as well. The beer pouring through her intestines was making her high, taking what few inhibitions she had from her. She started feeling sense of euphoria as the liquor splashed through her bowels, bloating her flat belly while filling her ass like a bladder.
The men forced Rhoda to spread her legs, someone pushing her up a little more on the higher stool, until her daughter's nose was flat against her pussy.
"Eat, baby. Eat 'er out while you get fucked," Jack shouted.
Shari did what he ordered eagerly, flicking her tongue in and out of her mother's pussy while Rhoda groaned in horror and guilty delight. The woman's legs rose and spread farther apart, exposing her pink moist cunt to the teen's lips and licking tongue. As she leaned forward, the motion caused her to raise herself off the steel dildo, making her cuntal juices flow all that much more freely.
"Ooooh! No, Shari, don't do that. Oh no, no, you don't know what you're doing," Rhoda moaned, hoping against hope that her daughter wouldn't stop.
Shari didn't stop, her licking growing more intense, directed against her mother's clit. Did Jack increase the current? The light stinging she had felt earlier was now a sharper pulsing, matching, it seemed, the steady pulsing of her clit and the growing excitement she felt through her body.
She was consciously raising and lowering her body in a fucking movement against the steel dildo, savoring the stretching shove of that thing while loving the stinging itch of the electricity pouring from it.
"Mmmmmm!"
As the beer kept doing its work, Shari started to feel a sense of elation pouring through her mind. The whole thing was bizarre, but in a wonderful sort of way. She felt her asshole muscles snapping shut against the rubber hose, milking it sexily while her cunt gripped hold of the dildo. She was highly aroused and getting more so, with each passing second. The rubber hose, the beer, the dildo, the electricity, her mother's cunt-everything conspired to make her rut shamelessly in front of these cheering and laughing men.
"Oh Shari, oh, ohhh, no, no, don't do this! Oh my God, honey, don't do this," Rhoda pleaded, looking down at her cunt-licking daughter in horror.
Rhoda loved the feel and enjoyed the touch of the girl's tongue against her ravaged pussy. She wondered if the mingled taste of Jack's cum and her cunt juice had anything to do with the enthusiasm with which her daughter lapped her pussy slick. Maybe it was the beer. Whatever it was, Shari was burrowing deep into her cunt, licking all around her pussy, tickling her wet cuntal walls until they snapped shut and knotted up against her daughter's tongue.
Rhoda inched her legs back a little more, opening more steamy hollows and rills of her pussy to the girl's mouth. Shari let out another little moan, twisting her head around like a dog, wanting to get more juice from her hole while she bounced her ass up and down against the stool. Jack turned the dial up a little more.
"Ummmmmmm!"
Shari froze halfway up on the dildo, her body shuddering as more current tore through her body. The nerve endings stood up while her legs shook against the pillory. Her belly was turning somersaults while the excitement built to a fine razor's edge. The girl felt her nipples rub itchily against the wood, the slivers pinching and knifing into the hard red tit tips and adding to the general excitement that made her pant into her mother's swampy cunthole. "Ohhhhh!"
As her pleasure built more and more, the pain and shame she had felt earlier disappeared. She began sucking on her mother's cunt with more abandon, hearing the sounds Rhoda was making and sure that her mother was enjoying this shameless display as much as she was.
"Man, she's goin' at it," one of the men commented, slapping Rhoda across the face.
But the woman felt nothing, roiling in her own musky heat while Shari licked frenziedly against her pussy. Shari stiffened her tongue now like a tiny cock, fucking in and out while her lips and cheeks were smeared with her mother's juices.
Jack had cranked the transformer up another notch, making her body jerk crazily as if someone were slapping it against a wall again and again. Shari felt her pain becoming another element in the pleasure she was feeling.
She had started to get the hang of moving up and down on the steel cock. After a few moves, she began fucking herself regularly on the thing, taking it in almost all the way while twisting her ass around and feeling the smoothed tip pressing and rubbing up against her cunthole. Oh yes, yes, the roughed edges added to the unspeakable delight of that itchy ache plaguing her cunt.
In another moment, Shari was bouncing like a puppet against the stool, feeling her cuntal flesh giving way in front of the electrified steel dildo as she rose and fell on it. The hotter she became, the harder she fucked and the more wildly she licked into her mother's cunt.
Rhoda rolled her head from side to side, feeling herself transported to another planet. She was starting to cum. She could feel her body teetering on the sharp edge of climax, the pulsing deep in her pussy taking on an aching, urgent meaning. Every nerve in her body seemed tense and pausing for the ultimate explosion. Her juices flowed easily from her pussy, increasingly coating her daughter's cheeks and chin the more the teen ate her cunt out.
Shari flattened her tongue, lapping up and down against her mother's hungry pussy. Her tongue was sucked with Rhoda's juices while her mouth filled with the musky flavor of the foamy cream. The blood boiled in her veins! Her eyes us rang with the hot pleasure that rushed through her, seeming to pressurize her belly, making her feel as if she was about to blow to pieces at any moment!
The steel cock had become hot now with the heat from her young, penetrated cunt. The more excited the girl became, the faster her own juices oozed out, slicking down the steel prick. And now the electricity was burning through her pussy, singeing her body, making her nerves cum.
Shari was going insane, thrown into a world of constant climax! She roared with approval, bouncing her ass up and down, her flesh slicked with perspiration, her hair clinging damply to her forehead and cheeks as she fucked herself like a crazy woman on that dildo.
Very soon she would pass out, Shari thought as her mouth made those wet, sucking noises Rhoda loved. Her mother's cuntmeat seemed wet, pulsing and soppy against her fucking tongue. Panting again, Shari slid up and down over the slick sex flesh of her mother, petting her clit again and again, nearly laughing with triumphant joy as Rhoda closed her fleshy thighs around her daughter's head and fucked down and in. The woman threw her head back and started bouncing against the hands cupping her ass and pinching it.
Shari slurped down deep, keeping up her steady fucking movement on the dildo. Her passion and lust mounted to a pinpoint of excitement. Yes, yes, she was going to cum really hard now. All the other climaxes that had plagued her were only preparations for this one. She moaned against her mother's cunt, the resultant vibrations driving Rhoda wild.
Driven by her desire, Shari bobbed up and down hard on the steel dildo, her muscles contracting because of the harsh current flowing from the thing. As she bounced up and down, Shari pressed her lips greedily against Rhoda's cunt. She could feel her climax rumbling now in her belly and starting to roar through her body. It felt as if something had ignited her and her insides were flaming.
Shari moaned again. Rhoda was cumming, fucking her cunt up into her daughter's sucking mouth while twisting against the hands holding her prisoner.
"Ahhhhh, Shari! No, no, it's not true!" Rhoda moaned, as her clit throbbed painfully against her daughter's petting tongue.
And there was more to come, both women thought, before this madness was over.
CHAPTER TEN
Shari squealed like a stuck pig, her hips going wild over the shaking stool. She bounced up and down, taking the full twelve inches of hot steel into her pussy. She felt the electricity burning through her and only wished for more.
Slivers of delight bit through her body while her final powerful climax peaked like a thunderbolt. She shivered in the pillory, feeling the wild delight shoot like sparklers through her young body. The world blew to pieces for a while, bright lights exploding behind her rolled-up eyes as she ate deep into her mother's cumming cunt.
And then it was over. The girl started to calm down, her body relaxing and glowing. Only then did the full impact of her shameful act hit the young teen. Shari pulled her lips away from her mother's dribbling cunt as if she had just been burned.
Jack, thank goodness, had shut off the electricity. Sagging down even farther, the young teen felt that horrid dildo pushing up against her womb. She groaned, resting her right cheek against the top of the pillory. The area was silent for the moment except for the heavy panting of the two satiated women.
As Shari started coming down from her high, the beer enema began to cramp her gut-noticeably. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around the rubber hose, feeling the pleasure fading away while the pain of her overloaded bowels built quickly.
Jack moved up to her with maddening slowness. Shari was panting once more, but this time not from arousal. She was terrified that he would keep that thing up in her asshole until she shit all over herself. That was something she knew he wouldn't mind watching.
"Please," she begged, looking up with pleading eyes as he stood between her and her mother.
Jack pulled the hose from her ass, lifting the pillory and releasing her after scooping the teen up from the dildo. Shari stood unsteadily in front of the men, looking about for somewhere to relieve herself. Jack pushed her forward to a small clump of low bushes to the left of the barrel.
Glowing red with humiliation, the teen realized she had no choice. Covering herself as best she could, she raced to the bushes, barely making it. The explosion of the beer from her bowels was so powerful that the girl felt a mini-orgasm lick her clit before she was through. The men laughed as she squatted there like a frightened animal in the shrubs. Wiping herself against the prickly leaves, Shari looked wildly about for some path of escape. But there was none, the men having circled the yard protectively.
Gradually the effects of the beer enema were wearing off. Rising from the bushes, Shari stood uncertainly in front of her mess as if expecting orders to be barked at her, at any second. Her mother, she could easily see, was slumped over the stool, resting heavily against two men, still holding her and fondling her nipples. Rhoda looked peaceful and relaxed. Shari envied her, throwing her slim arms around her body and shivering, as she felt the air grow colder about her.
"Okay, I think they're ready to join," Jack said with approval, kicking the dirt with the toe of one boot while looking around for approval.
The men murmured once more, looking from Rhoda to Shari, then back again. The girl had no intention of joining anything, especially where these men were concerned. But Shari hadn't the courage to speak her mind.
Jack signaled the men to pull Rhoda from the stool while he approached Shari, taking hold of her by the upper arm and dragging her inside the house, then down into the basement. Her mother was close behind.
"What more?" Shari sobbed as he strapped her legs to an old wooden work bench. Her mother was shoved against the cinderblock wall in front of her, her arms stretched out crucifixion style. Small leather straps attached to the blocks were tightened around her wrists and ankles, keeping her flat against the wall.
"This is gonna make you ours, baby . . . you and your old lady. Whenever you look down, you're gonna see you belong to us," Jack said, unwrapping a tapered iron three feet long and one inch wide.
The handle was wrapped with black leather, ribbed to fit a man's hand. The tip was a grooved disc. Shari looked at the thing uncomprehendingly. Most of the men had waited outside while three had accompanied Jack down to the basement. What was going on? Again she looked at the iron. A cockhead. A dildo. He was going to drive that thing into her, right up to the handle. The thought ricocheted through her confused brain.
No. No, That was sick! No one could be that cruel, that savage! Shari pushed that image from her mind and raised her head a little, trying to catch her mother's roving eye once more. Jack smirked.
"Christ, she's still hot! Put 'er on a dildo, drill the little cunt up, and she still wants more," he commented, hefting one tit with the iron. "She's juicin' herself, and her nipples are rock hard. Yeah, she's gonna do just fine-her and her old lady."
Jack raised the iron, swinging it to test the weight. It whooshed through the fetid air, cutting through the dark shadows, making the basement room look more menacing than ever. Shari's hair stood on end, her skin feeling prickly as she thought of what they were going to do to her.
When Jack brought the disc down against her hot cuntal flesh, the teen shuddered and moaned, turning her head away. She was too ashamed to let him see the leer of desire on her face. He was right. She was hot, a whore, a slut and someone who wanted him to do his worst to her.
"I won't hurt you too much now. Don't wanna get you bent outta shape this early."
Jack grabbed her cuntal thicket, jerking the blonde hairs out, laughing as Shari arched her spine, closed her eyes, and let out a squeal of pain. Rhoda shouted, begging them to stop torturing her daughter. Turning around, Jack brought the full length of the iron down hard against her ribs, cracking the lower ones and silencing Rhoda with one stroke. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Turning back again, he forced Shari's cuntlips apart and pushed the disc in. He was twisting it around slowly, easing it in, watching as the teen began working her hips from side to side. When he pushed in harder, Shari screamed, her knees shaking and her thighs ridging while her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head.
"Yeah, you like gettin' fucked, eh? First the dildo, then this? Man, you could take on all of us and still want more, bitch!"
Jack's hand trembled with excitement. Again Shari screamed, the cords sticking out from her neck while a pulse leaped through her forehead. That awful thing was climbing in deeper. She tried spreading her legs farther apart, but the bonds kept her from doing so. The disc was touching her clit now, rubbing roughly over it, sanding it flat. The tiny nub swelled like a bloated balloon, throbbing hard against the iron.
Again and again, he raked the thing over her clit while she screamed and shrieked, bouncing her ass savagely against the workbench. In the shadows, her mother was shouting for them to stop as the teen climaxed against the horrid invader. The final fuck of her life. And it would be with this thing up her cunt!
Shari thought for sure she would die of pleasure from all this horror. It was wonderful. She sobbed uncontrollably with evil pleasure, tightening her cunt during the cold, brutal rape. Explosions went off in her body like time bombs, echoing through her again and again.
Each blast built to a higher pitch, a more satisfying climax that exhausted the teen as she writhed and wriggled up against the cold iron. Still he twisted that awful thing, and still she came.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Shari twisted, grunted and groaned, the thongs holding fast. Jack pulled the iron out, opening the top button of his Levi's and unzipping his fly. Shari's eyes widened as she saw that long thick donkey-prick spring out hot and hard. Before she could say anything he was on top of her, driving his cock in, setting off fires and bringing her to another climax.
Her whole mouth was cotton while every nerve throbbed. Her cunt and asshole muscles pulsed as he shoved his prick in and drove his tongue down into her throat. How good it was being fucked and hurt at the same time! She flung her hips, slamming her ass against the bench, whimpering with frustration, and wishing he would untie her.
He drilled into her body and soul, bringing out pleasure she had never dreamed of. And then he was cumming, blasting his jizz into her while nailing her to the wood with his cock. Her thighs and asscheeks flexed as he finished dumping in his load.
"Had to do that," he grunted, pushing his prick back into his pants. "Just too much watchin' this bitch go at it, without takin' care of myself. We'll get on with this shit now."
Someone was wheeling over what appeared to be a small hibachi that had been already heated. Jack threw the iron into it, stirring the coals about with a rattling sound. Rhoda screamed mindlessly, knowing what he was about to do. Her body strained against the ungiving straps, her tits slapping against her heaving chest.
Jack licked his lips, staring into the coals, then looking down at Shari. When he felt the iron was hot enough, he took it out, slashing the shadows with it once more before turning and bringing it up to Rhoda's face. The woman screamed, feeling the heat burning into her cheeks. Streaks of perspiration stained her face while her eyes widened in horror. Jack grinned, moving the white-hot disc to the right and singeing some of her hairs.
Rhoda whimpered, her face, shaking as if she had palsy while she curled and uncurled her fingers. Jack laughed softly again, bringing the iron up to her forehead and burning away some of the stray hairs. The crackling sounds filled the room, mixed with Rhoda's whimpering. Then Jack brought the iron down quickly, pressing the disc against her inner thigh.
Rhoda's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth. There was just the sensation of pressure at first, quickly followed by an incredible chilling feel. The burning followed that, a pain that crushed through her bones and speared into her brain.
Rhoda found her voice, shrieking as loudly as she could while banging her head against the wall, until she thought her skull would shatter. The pungent aroma of burned hair and flesh wafted through the basement like a horrid perfume. Shari smelled it and fought the desire to vomit.
Jack dropped the disc away from the wailing woman, shoving it back into the coals and warming it again. Shari whimpered, knowing she was next. After some time, Jack withdrew the iron and brought it down to her belly.
"Yeah, all mine-the two of you. It's gonna be real nice havin' you around all the time."
He brought the hot iron down to her belly, watching as her flesh twitched under the heat. Shari felt the scalding, unrelenting heat singeing her tender flesh. He moved the iron down farther until it was just above her cunt. The blonde pussy hair shriveled back, blackened and smoldering on her mound.
The stench of the burned hair and dried cum was nauseating. Shari tried to inch away. But that was impossible. The heat was baking her crotch and burning into her convulsing, cum-filled hole without touching her flesh. It curled into her cunt, passing through her, licking at her clit.
"Nooooo!"
Shari felt her pussy explode into climax as she twisted and jerked against her bonds. Again and again she came, multiple orgasms tormenting her once more. And then the disc touched her right thigh, burning her flesh, leaving the same branded impression her mother had. Shari felt the pain mix with her incredible orgasm, the combination of which was too much for the teen. With one big shriek, Shari fell unconscious, her body growing limp against the workbench while the iron burned into her white, ISO silky flesh.
* * *
"Don't talk to me ever again, Shari. I told you that," Tina said, hugging her books to her tits and walking stiffly away from her former friend. Shari followed.
"You can't tell me you didn't like what happened to you," she hissed, looking around to make sure no one saw them.
Most of the kids were talking in small groups. It was near the end of lunch period and the cafeteria was nearly empty. Tina flushed at the words, lowering her gaze while reddening under Shari's steady gaze.
"Well ..."
"Come on," Shari insisted, "you did. It's not so bad. And when you join, they let you do aU kinds of stuff. I mean," Shari said quickly, "you're a lot freer than you think."
"I've been thinking of what happened and I ... oh, I don't know."
Shari tried hiding the smile about to cross her lips. She put one thin arm around her friend and walked with her to the doorway.
"I know it seems freaky, but once you get into it, it's great. My mom and I think so."
"Both of you-together?" Tina gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Sure. Think about it, okay?"
Tina paused, then shrugged, turning an hurrying from the doorway to her next class. Shari inhaled slowly, fining her lungs while thinking of the burn still marking her inn thigh. Jack had been right. He had shown h and her mother a new way of looking at life. And if she could bring Tina into the fold, well, then there would be more fun to go around. All those women, all those guys, all that . . . well she wouldn't think of it now. It was making her hot and bothered, and there was class to go to But in two days, what fun she and Moth would have!
