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 chattel 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 as much as fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face deportation.
And there is Natalie Dejoune, a young girl being raised by her widowed father. When her father must be out of town on business for a few days, he leaves his daughter in the care of a good friend. Natalie finds herself trapped in a nightmare world of rape and degradation and violence.
CHAIN-TRAINED DAUGHTER-the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"This is insane!"
Natalie Dejoune drew her hands to her naked tits, backing down as the big man approached her. "You ... you leave me alone. You leave me alone or I'll tell my father!"
The sharp laughter responding to her threat made Natalie's heart sink. Jack Hennigan, the man now facing her, had known her father for over ten years now, having promised his good friend that he would watch over Natalie while he was in New York for one week.
"Your father wouldn't believe anything you said about me," Jack said confidentially, rubbing the back of one hand over his smiling, sensuous lips. "You've been getting into too much trouble at school and lying all the time for him to believe anything you say."
Natalie shuddered. It was true. She had been giving her widowed father more and more trouble lately. All those notes sent home by her teachers! The talks with the principal and dean of girls. There were times when her father sat across the kitchen table, head in his hands, mumbling about sending her away to a correctional institution. Natalie never believed her father would do something like that, he loved her too much. Yet there were times when the girl really thought her father was on the brink of really doing it. It had only been this sudden emergency business trip to New York that had prevented a climactic scene.
"That's not true! I'll tell him about how you tried to ... to rape me!"
Natalie backed up, still covering her red nipples with both her hands. Jack Hennigan, her father's oldest and dearest friend, had been the awful surprise here. Jack had agreed to stay in the house and watch over Natalie. What a mistake her father had made!
"I've been watching you for a while, Natalie. And there's nothing I'd rather to do than fuck your brains white!"
Her mouth dropped open. Jack reached down, hurling aside a small chair that blocked his path to her. Natalie cringed, shrinking back from his touch. He had already embraced her when she'd first come home from school, knocking her books from the table and chasing her around. Once he'd caught her near the kitchen he had kissed her throat while he ripped open her blouse. It had been all she could do to squirm from his embrace. The teen knew he wanted to fuck her.
"Come on, Natalie. I can show you one hell of a good time! I can fuck you the way none of those zit-faced shits at school can."
"No!"
Again he lurched for her, and again Natalie evaded his grip. Her right foot struck the foot of the near-by sofa, sending a shock of pain racing up her leg.
Natalie stumbled back, falling off balance. Jack took advantage of her and grabbed the girl by the wrist. He twisted it around, bending her arm so far back the girl let out a yelp of pain.
"Let's go downstairs. I can see you need a little discipline before I stick my cock in you."
"Stop it, stop it!"
He had her around the waist now, lifting her easily from the floor and half-carrying her through the kitchen. Natalie kicked and scratched, her legs flailing in the air. She hit the kitchen table, upending several chairs, then sending a bowl of wax fruit scattering across the polished kitchen floor. Jack only laughed at her vain efforts at escape, bumping her head purposely against the door molding, then opening the large green wooden door that led to the cellar.
"No, stop it!"
Natalie felt panic rising in her chest as Jack hauled her past the doorway then set her down on the very steep descending wooden steps. Natalie drew back, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. She reached around, holding tightly onto the wooden handrail as she fought for her breath. The teen could smell the musky damp air of the cellar rising around her. She shivered. It had been some time since she'd been down here-months, not since her mother had died. That awful basement had reminded her of the grave, of the place where they had put her mother!
"Go on, Natalie. I bought some things for you while you were away at school. They're down there, waiting for you."
The girl could only guess what was waiting down there for her. But Jack's muscular body was blocking the way, his hands stretched from one end of the doorway to the other. Wincing, the young teen backed down the stairs, tentatively feeling for each step with the tip of each foot.
"You've been giving your father a very hard time," Jack said, his eyes narrowing.
"That's not true. He loves me."
"Oh, that's true, all right. But that hasn't eased the pain he's had. All those notes from your teachers. And God only knows how many young men you've fucked."
"That's not true. No man's ... ever touched me," Natalie said, her cheeks blushing.
"Hmmmmmmm, maybe not. But your father has his suspicions. And if you keep up with this kind of behavior, you'll be expelled. Someone like your father in a responsible position in the business world doesn't need that kind of scandal. You'll have to change your ways and I'm going to make sure of that,"
Jack said, dropping his hands from the molding and starting to descend the stairs.
"Oh, you ... you pig! You don't want anything except my body!" Natalie shot back.
"Maybe so. But the end result will be your better behavior."
Natalie thought he was crazy, this whole scene was crazy! She'd been at school all day, doing the usual things, not paying attention in class and exasperating her teachers. Her father was in New York and she missed him. But there was more freedom this way. Perhaps she'd invite some of her best girlfriends over for a little party. There was certainly enough alcohol in the cabinets and no father to regulate! It would be great! But then Jack came along and threw a monkey wrench into her plans.
"Stop it!"
Natalie had reached the basement now. Two small lights illuminated the area directly around her. Turning to one side, the girl caught sight of something gleaming nearby. Chains! Lots and lots of chains! Her father didn't have anything like that around the house. It must have been brought there by Jack!
"What ... what are you planning to do?" Natalie asked in a shaking voice. She tilted her chin up, trying to be brave.
"Just what do you think. I'm going to punish you for all your transgressions in the best way I know how."
"I don't believe that!" Natalie said firmly.
"But it's true," Jack said, his voice holding laughter.
Jack jumped down the last three steps, confronting Natalie like an avenging God. Before the girl had a chance to run, the big stud had her in his grip.
"Ooohhh, owwwww! You're ... you're hurting me!"
"Not as much as you're going to hurt, Natalie. You've hurt your father a good deal. Now it's time to feel the sting of the whip yourself."
"No!"
The girl struggled violently, her long hair whipping and tangling across her face while her feet slid on the cold, concrete floor. Her tits slapped together while her skirt rode up to her thighs. Jack's hand was wrapped around her waist while the other tugged down at her garment. It was all Natalie could do to keep her balance. There were more ripping sounds. Then she felt the skirt loosening up around her waist. He was pulling it down around her thighs, tugging it until it fell in a cloth puddle around her ankles. "Oh God!"
Jack pulled her away from it, then began sliding the elastic waistband of her panties down to her thighs. Natalie threw her head back, feeling her hair sweeping over her lower back and ass. The warm touch of Jack's fingers near her hot, secret spot sent strange thrills of excitement rushing through her. Natalie had never experienced anything quite like it.
"Hmmmmm, you like feeling my hand movin' around down there, right?"
"Oh no, no, no, you're wrong! This is ... this is horrible!" she gasped.
"Liar!"
Jack pushed her away and raised one hand above her head. Natalie watched, her eyes widening while her lower jaw dropped again. He was going to strike her! No one, not even her strict mother, had believed in physical violence. The hand paused for a moment, then fingers spreading, trembling. Then it came down in a broad arc, slicing through the air with a wooshing sound. Natalie closed her eyes just in time. The broad hand smacked dryly across her tight cheek, snapping her head to the left.
Natalie felt the hot sting bring tears to her eyes. Surely she would have fallen to the floor from the force of that blow if Jack hadn't caught her in time.
She slumped heavily against him, her mind reeling. Jack dragged her toward the chains, pulling her panties down over her firm, plump ass. She blushed again, standing stark naked in front of this stranger. He was staring at her, looking at her cunt, his eyes growing as he took in the silken blonde tufts protecting her pussymound. He turned her around and bent her over, ordering her to put her hands behind her back.
"Oh my God!"
Natalie did as she was ordered, fearing another sharp blow if she failed to obey. Jack produced a length of cord. With deft fingers he crossed the girl's wrists, slipping the line around her fingers. Natalie shuddered as she felt the rope slip around her wrists. Jack secured her arms with a slip knot, tucking the free end into the bond.
"You got one hell of a nice body, baby. Man, it's going to feel good slippin my cock into you. But we're gonna teach you a few things first."
The ropes were chafing her wrists, cutting into her flesh. How they hurt! Jack's voice cooled somewhat but remained firm.
Jack shoved her forward, thrusting her against a cement support column. Natalie banged her forehead hard against the object, her feet stumbling over one another. Jack muttered something, shoving her body forward against the pillar. He had something else in his hand, something else that would bind her. She tried turning around to see what it was but the blow to her forehead had made every neck movement very painful!
Jack held her firmly against the concrete support, sliding more rope around her. Cords were drawn up under Natalie's armpits, over her shoulders, then crossed behind her before being knotted tightly. The girl drew back from the pillar an inch or two, her toes curling against the hard, unyielding cement floor. A nightmare! A true nightmare!
Jack knotted the line tightly behind her shoulders. Her arms were wrenched back so the cords bit and burned her skin each time she breathed! She arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. She realized the ropes were exciting Jack, driving him to the point where he would ... would fuck her. Natalie tried folding one leg in front of the other to keep her cunt from his view.
"Do you enjoy the ropes, Natalie? Do you like the feeling of being tied up? Your father's tied up this way, with you choking him. But when I'm through, you won't be a burden on his mind any longer."
Next came her ankles. Jack brought more cord from above the pile of chains, slipping it around her feet then knotting the rough hemp around her ankles in two figure eights. Turning her around, Jack held her against the cement pillar. Natalie could feel the cold hard surface working against her asscrack, pressing against her spine. She wanted to cry. No one had ever treated her like this. She had been her father's darling, her mother's pet. Even when she'd started going wrong, people had still admired her poise and beauty.
"Now, to keep you in place while I change," Jack said, loosening his blue silk tie.
Natalie watched as he took a broad metal band with a buckle in the back and held it up to her throat. He slipped it around her neck, fastening it tightly to the pole behind her. Natalie struggled for breath, her fingers fumbling against the wrist-cutting ropes.
"I wouldn't try to move around too much, baby. You do and that collar's gonna cut your throat right in two."
Jack backed away, starting to disrobe. Minutes passed, minutes in which Natalie could assess her situation. She had been roped hand and foot, bound like some kind of rodeo calf! When Jack straightened up, the blond teen realized just what kind of danger she was in. Unknown to her father, Jack was a sadist-someone who enjoyed tying women up and hurting them. And now she was the victim, the unwilling girl who was going to feel the brunt of his perversion!
"Hurts, doesn't it?"
Jack was pulling off his white dress shirt now. Natalie could see the same broad, hairy chest she'd seen often at the pool behind the house. She had admired his build then, but now ... Jack sat down, removing his shoes and socks, then unzipping his trousers.
It was a horrible way to be tied. The longer she was in that position, the more painful it got. Natalie tried shifting her shoulders against the column. She tried bending her knees, rubbing her back against the concrete. But there seemed to be nothing she could do to ease the discomfort growing in her back and shoulders.
Looking back at Jack, the girl saw he had slipped out of his trousers, neatly folding them over the back of one chair.
He was standing there now wearing only white cotton jockey shorts. Natalie swallowed, feeling the band of metal even more against her throat. She saw that hefty hunk of cockmeat cradled in his briefs. He was going to shove that thing in her?
Natalie had been telling the truth. In spite of her reputation, no boy had ever touched her. She'd been too careful, too proud of her body for that. But now it was going to happen-and with her father's best friend! Natalie felt her fingers struggling against the unyielding rough hemp. Jack slid his fingers under the sheer material of his briefs, sliding them down. First his black wiry cockhairs appeared, then finally the thick, donkey-like cock sprung from the confines of his jockeys.
"Oh ... my ... God!"
It stood up from between his thickly muscled thighs, jerking and twitching up at her. It wagged back and forth as the stud stepped from his briefs, putting them on top of his trousers. Jack reached down with one hand and scratched his hairy, leathery balls. Natalie swallowed hard again. She'd seen pictures of men and their ... things. But nothing she'd seen in the sex education books could match what bobbed in front of her now!
"Not bad, eh? Lots of women around town would go down on their knees for this."
"No!"
He left her standing there for more long moments. The pain in her shoulders was getting worse. Natalie shifted position as best she could, trying to ease the cutting pain around her armpits. Jack strutted up to her, his hands soon landing on her tits and fondling the big, high-riding tits. Natalie closed her eyes and shuddered as his fingers brushed up against her budding pink nubs. She felt them almost itching with a strange kind of desire as Jack thumbed them.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, baby. You're liking this a lot."
"No, no, that's a lie!"
Natalie ground her teeth together, trying to fight off that hot, musky feeling starting up between her thighs. Jack was right. Some awful, hidden feeling in her was rising because of the bondage. She was coming alive to this maniac's touch. What was happening to her?
CHAPTER TWO
"We've got more to do here, Natalie. But I'm going to give you a little rest-for the moment."
He was up against her, rubbing his cockmeat up and down the groove separating her thigh from her torso. The girl felt the prick head nudging more than once against her cunt. She stiffened, angling her pussy down, terrified he was going to stick it in quickly and tear out her cherry. But no such move occurred. Jack seemed more interested in watching her growing terror. Again his fingers pinched her long, red nipples.
Natalie squealed, snapping her head from side to side. The tears rolled down her cheeks and she tensed, her legs pressing up against her tormentor. What a horrible, vile man he was! And he had called her naughty! He had said she was a disgrace! Oh, if only her father could see his dear best friend, tormenting his daughter!
Jack drew back, holding one hand to his lower lip. A trickle of blood oozed between his fingers. Natalie had had enough, biting down hard on his mouth when he tried kissing her.
"Little bitch. I could kill you for that!" he snarled.
Suddenly Natalie felt more frightened than before. Rubbing his lips again, Jack leaned forward and slapped the girl hard across the chin, back-handing her, then bringing his fingertips smashing down like branding irons. Natalie screamed with each smashing blow, her cries bouncing off the cinderblock walls while the ropes cut deeper into her flesh."
"Ayeyyeyyeeeeee!"
He stopped. Her hands were nearly bleeding. She hung her head down low, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. She could hear him trying to regain his steady breathing. Perhaps this was all of it! Oh, how she prayed to God that it was so. "Bitch!"
Jack reached up, taking her by the hair and jerking her head around. Natalie let out another cry, tears springing to her eyes. A pulse leaped in her throat. Sweat broke out from every pore of her body, lending a sheen to her flesh as terror pounded in her heart. She found herself looking helplessly in Jack's eyes. A hellish gleam made her soul shrink.
"Try to fuck around with me, huh? You're nothing but a stupid little silly slut who's been giving everyone around here problems. I'll knock that silliness out of you, I swear!"
Slapping her again, smiling at her screams, Jack wheeled around, his cock still bobbing and hard. Peering through her curtaining blonde hair, Natalie watched with growing apprehension as he fumbled around near that pile of chains. She watched as he pulled out something that looked terribly long and threatening.
"This'll knock some of the silliness out of you."
Natalie's heart stopped while her blood froze in her veins. Her forehead wrinkled as she stared at the cat-o'-nine-tails with frightened eyes. She had seen weapons like that in movies but this was real! Jack was inspecting the long leather straps at the end, flicking them lightly against the floor. The sound made her flesh cringe.
"Ohhhh! Don't touch me with that thing! Don't ... don't touch me!" Natalie screamed, twisting from side to side.
"You haven't got much of a choice, Natalie," Jack countered.
The girl watched with terror-stricken eyes as he edged toward her, dragging the leather thongs of the cat behind him. Already the girl's flesh was cringing, drawing taut, feeling the kiss of the lash before Jack had even drawn his hand.
"Noooo!"
Every muscle in Natalie's body stiffened. Her arms pressed against the ropes holding her prisoner while the iron collar choked more air from her windpipe. Her tits were fully aroused now-swollen, the tips red and stiff, Again the girl begged for mercy. Her cry was met with the cat.
Natalie thought she would faint from the intense pain crossing up over her belly up to her brain. The leather thongs had chewed the sensitive flesh just below her belly button. Natalie jerked her knees up, her ankles tugging at the rough rope holding them bound together. Her back strained against the cement column behind her while her head rattled back and forth. Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead, jerking his right arm up again and swinging the cat over his head. Natalie blinked the tears from her eyes, staring up in horror.
"No, no, don't ... don't touch me with that thing ... don't ... ughghhhh!"
Again the leather thongs cracked against her belly flesh this time some of the leather smacking the underswells of her tits. Natalie screamed louder and higher, jerking her body violently to the right. The iron collar nearly cut her throat while her body banged again and again against the column. A painful fire raged in her stomach and her flesh reddened from the blows, slashed with ugly, crisscrossed welts. Natalie sobbed, her brain spinning around and around. What had she done to deserve this?
"You look sad, Natalie. You should be all smiles," Jack said, his voice heavy with mockery.
The girl screamed again, twisting her face around when he cracked the whip again. He was going to disfigure her before he was through! She had heard about freaks like that-torturing their victims before fucking them. Jack was one of those sickies and she was his victim. "Nooo!"
He began lashing her thighs lightly, letting the leather thongs curl around her flesh. The sharp tips pricked along her outer cuntlips. After a while the beating leather felt more like teasing nips or kisses rather than blows to Natalie. She groaned, shaking her head. What was happening to her? How could she even think things like that? She shook her head violently as if she could rid herself of such thought. But they returned again and again, making her cunt warm under the steady, caressing beating.
Jack rubbed his chin. He could see the telltale signs of the girl's rising excitement. Her cunt juice was starting to run down her thighs, even though Natalie tried desperately to fold one leg over the other. But the ropes binding her ankles together prevented her from moving very much. She could feel her pussymeat swelling, the labes puffing out and rubbing against one another while her clit began to fill with blood.
Again Jack drew his hand back, bringing the leather thongs of the cat against her thighs. Two of the leather pieces pricked just below her clit. Natalie winced, gasping. The sharp bite of the cat made her feel a rush of excitement like she'd never had before! Natalie stared curiously at the young stud in front of her. What was he doing to her? How could he wield that horrible instrument and yet bring that kind of excitement rushing and scorching through her veins?
Jack whipped the cat across her shoulders, the leather chewing into her full tits. At times she felt the awful weapon attacking her nipples, tearing into the rubbery flesh. She thought he would rip the nubs right off. But just when the girl thought she couldn't take any more, Jack stopped, rubbing up against her, sliding his cock up and down against her belly.
How she loved that hot/hard touch of his prick slipping up to her belly button. She could feel the slick rub of his cock head, wet with his pre-cum. Again Natalie tried to rid her head of those terribly erotic thoughts. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about fucking, about feeling this man's cock spreading her cuntlips while he beat her. But there came those thoughts again, erotic thoughts, thoughts that took her breath away as the leather thongs smacked against her skin, setting off another range of fire burning her clit.
Jack started stroking the cat harder, faster against her thighs and ass. Moving around to the right, he brought his arm down at a forty-five-degree angle, stopping the thongs abruptly against Natalie's asscheeks. She shrieked, her numb fingers working against the rope. Her legs shot out from under her, putting a terrible strain on the iron collar. Choking and coughing, the girl struggled back to her feet, whimpering softly as her supple left asscheek burned from the blow.
"I like that-I like the way your fuckin' asscheek jiggles when I hit it."
"Oh, please lemme go. Please! I'll be such a good girl."
Jack threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"This isn't some kind of reform school, baby. I'm doing this for my own pleasure-and yours as well. And, of course, to teach you a few lessons about discipline."
Discipline! She was sick about hearing of his discipline! Why didn't he tell the truth-that he enjoyed this so much he could keep her here all night? He could care less about her father.
The cat sliced down again, the black leather contrasting sharply with her milk-white flesh and the long red mark left by its bite. The assflesh puckered with goose-bumps as she clenched her asscheeks together protectively. He was striking her again and again, the thongs nibbling into her asscrack. It was only the pole behind her that kept him from whipping the horrible cat right into her asshole!
Stopped! Natalie sighed, leaning forward as much as she could. So many places on her body burned from the touch of that cat. Perhaps the worst sensation of burning came from between her shivering white thighs. The full, elastic cuntlips curled and trembled while her clit trembled with fear and excitement. The mossy brown pussy hair curling around her cuntslit bent heavily with the weight of her pussyjuice.
Natalie ground her teeth together, her face blanching as Jack threw the cat down. Something new was going to happen. Something more dreadful was going to occur before he threw her to the floor and fucked her like the young bitch she was! Natalie knew this and tried to prepare herself for it.
"You'd like me to fuck you right now, wouldn't you?" Jack said, glancing down between her legs.
Natalie turned her face away, afraid the look in her blue eyes would give her away.
"Yeah, you'd like me stickin' this mother in now. But you're going to have to wait, dear Natalie. I've got other plans for you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Even when your father was around, I've been trying to figure out a way to get you alone."
Jack raised his eyebrows, smiling that boyish, handsome smile of his that had seduced so many women in the past.
"And then fate threw us together. But I'm not about to let you go so quickly. One fast fuck and it's over? Not good enough for all the time I've spent jerking off thinking about you."
Natalie became aware that she'd been staring at his cock all during Jack's confessional monologue. How would his cock feel squeezing through her cuntlips? How would his prick feel stretching her, tearing through her cherry?
"I hope I haven't spoiled any of your illusions," Jack added, smirking at her. "You think the world's all smiles and lollipops? That's how you've been acting with your father-and even with me. Well, you've got to pay for your pleasures."
Jack backed away, tossing aside the leather crop. Next he bent over and pulled a large marble-topped table her father had stored in the basement some time ago toward her. It had been her mother's favorite, and no doubt her father wanted it out of view. Jack now scraped the heavy legs along the concrete floor, steadying it before the young girl.
But something was different about the familiar table. Narrowing her eyes, the girl saw a polished metal rod of about fifteen inches standing up from the center of the flat surface. And at the base of one of the legs a single shackle and eight inches of chain were firmly attached. Indeed, Jack had been busy! He moved to her collar now, unfastening it from the column behind her. Natalie closed her eyes and sighed with relief. Next came the ropes that bound her shoulders and armpits, then the ropes binding her wrists together, and finally the line imprisoning her ankles.
He let her rub life back into her fingers and toes, still smiling that awful smile. It was the grin of the damned, she thought, eying him warily. Then she glanced once more at the marble table in front of her.
"I've been busy preparing this while you were at school, no doubt learning nothing. But now you'll learn that this will be your reward if you don't improve your grades."
Jack pulled her toward the table, coaxing her up onto the marble surface. Gingerly, the girl did as she was told, still feeling somewhat embarrassed by her total nudity. She was very aware of the long red marks on her belly, her thighs and her ass. Natalie could still feel the hot kiss of the cat against her flesh as she balanced herself on the table top. Dust drifted down from the ceiling, settling on her shoulders and tits. Jack stepped forward, locking the lined shackle on her right ankle. He kicked aside the box on which Natalie had stepped to mount the table and grinned.
"You would have made a wonderful statue, Natalie. Yeah, standing in some museum, giving everybody a hard-on with that fuckin' body."
Natalie felt the familiar blush reddening her cheeks. She could never get used to being naked in front of this leering man. But at the moment she was more concerned with keeping her balance. The top of the table seemed a long way from the floor and she didn't dare slip. To fall would have left her horribly suspended by one ankle. Experimenting, she discovered there was enough room to stand and with some care she could even turn around.
"That rod's there to make sure you don't sit or even squat."
Natalie felt a flash of anger. He had thought of everything. She would have to stand all day, there was nothing else she could do. Jack stretched his arms over his head and cracked his knuckles. Then he headed toward the stairs. Natalie could see with some disappointment that his hard-on had softened a good deal.
"I'm going upstairs for a beer. I'll be back down in a while," he said over his shoudler.
Natalie could have screamed. He was ignoring her! After having beaten her and worked her up sexually, he was ignoring her. And what was worse, she could do nothing about it. There was nowhere she could sit, and certainly nowhere she could run to. If she screamed loudly enough, of course, some of the neighbors might hear her. But the thought of people leering at her in this awful condition changed her mind about yelling for help.
Some time passed before Jack returned, padding heavily down the stairs and covering a loud belch badly with a loose fist. He stopped at the foot of the steps, grinning at the helpless, shackled girl.
"Mmmmm, looks uncomfortable, especial-ly after what you've been through," Jack observed with a smirk. "Maybe it's time to let you-down."
He moved to the bench, his cock swinging limply against his thighs. But the moment he touched her body, his prick sprang to life again. Natalie noticed this as he grabbed her ankles roughly, nearly upending her.
"Ohhhh!"
"Get down ... on the table top. I've got some plans for you. And get that ass hangin' over the edge," he said, slurring his words slightly. The beer was having its effect.
Natalie did as she was told, too confused and terrified to disobey. In a moment she had her thighs, ass and legs hanging over one end of the table.
"Try to get away or even move and I'll have to beat some more sense into you with the cat, understand?"
Natalie nodded. Then, passively she let Jack pull her arms down and back slightly. There was more movement under the table and then she felt leather straps encircling her wrists. The pressure hurt the pink, already chafed areas. Natalie winced and started to draw her arms up. But by now she realized that Jack had secured them firmly to the table.
CHAPTER THREE
Natalie pulled at her arms, feeling the pain growing worse in her shoulders. The marble top of the table was uncomfortably cold against her spine and ass. Shivering, she tried squirming upward toward the head of the table to ease the strain on her wrists.
"No, you stay down here, baby."
Jack kept her braced against the edge of the marble top. Again Natalie tried squirming around but she found she couldn't raise her shoulders at all. Even his head moved around only with difficulty. Looking forward, she found herself staring right at her high-riding tits and their half-inch long red tit-tips.
"Yeah, that's the way, Natalie. You're finding out what you can't do. That's what I like to see," Jack said, licking his chops. "It's great when a woman realizes she can't move at all."
Natalie whimpered, feeling the ropes cinching around her wrists even more. Next Jack tightened a wide brown leather strap around her small waist. Natalie grunted as she felt the cool, stiff material pressing against her welted belly. Jack adjusted it so she could barely take in a breath. Again she squirmed, her ass flattening out against the cold, hard marble table top.
"You're ... you're hurting me again. Don't you ever stop hurting?"
Jack laughed once more, tightening the belt even more and bringing a grunt from the girl. Next came her ankles. She heard those awful chains she'd seen earlier rattling around. He was dragging them over the floor toward the table! More cuffs, again placed around her ankles! But this time Jack attached the chains to tiny loops in the leather material. He stretched her right leg forward, bracing the heel against his chest while he stretched the chain toward an eyehook screwed into the nearby wall.
Everything, Natalie discovered, had been well planned. Her leg was pulled straight and out about forty-five-degrees from her body. Then Jack moved to her left leg and did the same to it. In a moment the girl felt a rush of shame and fear as her legs were spread up and out, her cunt completely exposed. She could feel a draft blowing up against her inner thighs, touching her pussy. He had her in a modified spread-eagle position and she shuddered. Remembering his fat, long cock Natalie rasied her head again, peering over the tops of her tits. Yes, he had a hard-on once more. The flaccid cockmeat that had wagged about was stiffening now as he stood back and stared at her.
Jack adjusted the chains holding her legs. He pulled hard, first one one leg, then on the other. The legs stood out rigidly, the tendons bulging against her damp flesh. Natalie closed her eyes, an expression of pain shadowing her face. It was almost as if she were on a rack. The girl grunted through her teeth, her head rolling from side to side while her hair clung in dampened curls along her cheeks as he tugged again.
"Oh please, please! It's tearing me in two. Please...."
Jack stopped, Smiling, he explored the girl, running his fingers up and down her strained legs and thighs, feeling her taut tendons.
"No, it's not enough, Natalie. It'll never be enough for me. I'll tighten you up just a little more. I don't want you to move around."
There were more clattering sounds. Natalie arched her spine, wallowing her shoulder blades against the cold marble top. She pleaded and sobbed as her ankles were yanked yet farther from her body. Natalie was certain she was being split in two. Again she tugged at the awful restraints pulling her arms behind her. How her shoulders ached, feeling as if they would pop from the pressure. The pain seemed unbearable! If only she could ease the pulling tension.
"Uhhhhh...."
Something else had happened. The stretching tension against her legs and forced open her outer cunt lips. Natalie felt them peeling back stickily, opening up to reveal the dark pink of her cuntal throat. She felt ashamed and terribly vulnerable. Jack saw the two bright spots appear on her cheeks and knew why Natalie was blushing. He stepped around between her legs, peering down at the girl's pussy.
"Ohhhh ... God!"
Natalie was so ashamed she could have died! He was staring almost clinically at her, his bright eyes glittering at the sight of her stretched-open cunt. And to think she'd been laughing in school only an hour ago, not a care in the world!
"Nice pussy. And this hunk of cock meat's gonna go runnin' right in here."
Jack stretched his right hand forward, trailing one finger along her right pussy labe. Natalie shuddered, her head thrown back at the teasing touch. Jack brought his other hand forward, rubbing both sets of fingers up and down, up and" down against the fur-edged pussy. Natalie groaned, writhing on the warming marble top. She hated and loved the feeling of Jack's fingers tracing her cuntlips. He was purposely keeping the pressure light, watching as she squirmed against his hands.
"No, oh no!"
Was she crying out against him or herself? Did it matter? The girl felt Jack's fingers cup her cuntal mound, the tips pressing against her swollen pussy. He was rubbing up against it, stroking her clit while massaging her cunt. When Jack squeezed it, the girl moaned, closing her eyes. Flashes of joy exploded from her clit, sending the girl rocketing higher and higher.
Peering through her eyelashes, Natalie saw his long, stiff prick sticking straight out form his groin. How big it looked! It seemed to have grown since the last time she'd seen it hard. She yanked again at the chains holding her prisoner, listening to the delicious clattering that followed her desperate pulls and tugs.
In another moment Jack was between her legs, fingering her pussy. He was touching her clit with his fingernail. Natalie let out a humming sound, arching her spine once more as electric flashes blanched her mind. Bending his knees Jack brought his mouth even to her cunt, blowing through the dry, whispy hairs. That light breeze rustling through her cuntal curls drove Natalie wild. She pulled and twisted against the chains and ropes, letting out a howl. How she wanted the rough, hot, hard touch of his cock!
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack's lips brushed her outer cunt labes, pressing light, feathery kisses on them. Natalie felt her assmuscles contract sharply with a painful, pleasurable wink. "Oh God!"
She felt him drooling a drop of spit onto her swollen clit. That touch drove her up the wall! Again the young teen yanked and tugged against the cruel ropes holding her arms against the table legs. She shuddered with pleasure. A man was putting his mouth to her pussy! She felt his breath blowing up against her clit while his lips worked against her outer cunt labes. His tongue slicked up and down her juicy, jagged cuntal slit, pushing in and licking.
"Huhhrhrhhrrrrrr!"
Jack stabbed his right forefinger into her pussy possessively, wriggling it around. Natalie found that with some effort she could move her ass a little. She shifted her thighs, working her cunt against that invading digit. He was twisting it around, working the nail against her slick sides of her pussy while sucking and chewing on her cuntlips. Natalie felt as if she were drowning in a wonderful black whirlpool of sensations. Down, down she went as that finger and tongue lashed and licked into her.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Can't wait for this shit, Natalie. I've been watchin' your pert little ass waggin' around the house for too long. I'm gonna get a taste of that pussy, Hope it's as good as I expect it to be."
Jack stood up and leaned forward. She felt something hot and heavy resting against her cuntal mound. Looking up again Natalie saw it was Jack's cock! He was dry fucking her, sliding his prick back and forth over her cunt-mound while his balls slipped along the edge of the table. Natalie dropped her head once more, closing her eyes and praying he would fuck her soon. How her nerve-endings begged for the touch of that prick meat!
He had teased her to the point of near madness with his sucking and kissing. Now he was rubbing his cock against her cunt, purposely keeping the head well away from her crack. If only she could move her hips down, tilt her pussy a few degrees up. Then Jack would have to fuck her. He couldn't play with her. He would have to shove that wonderful thick long cock into her cunt!
Just the thought of getting fucked now drove the frantic teen into wild spasms of delight. She whipped her head from side to side, her hair tangling around her throat. Gone were the pains around her injured flesh. She no longer thought about the chains, about the cat that had welted her ass and belly. Now her mind was filled with images of prickmeat-of cock squeezing into her pussy and drawing out all the pleasure possible from her young body.
"Wanna get fucked, Natalie? Wanna feel my cock in you?"
The girl bit her lip, still somewhat ashamed to admit her desires so openly.
"Come on, Natalie, tell me how much you wanna get fucked."
Jack stretched the chains a little more, pulling the girl's ankles apart. At the same time he rubbed his cock up against her clit, touching that tiny nub with the tip of his cock rod again and again. A droplet of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit and landed on her clit. It burned into the tiny organ like acid! Natalie's whimpers turned into cries of joy and pain. Her face grimaced while she fought with the ropes binding her arms.
"Yes, oh yes, I wanna get fucked!" she admitted, her voice strained. "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!"
What a terrible thing to admit to a near stranger! But the girl couldn't help herself. He had driven her to it with his teasing, with his beating, with his bondage! Jack moved backward fast, his cock bouncing off the ridge between her cunt and ass. There was a slight slurping sound, then a stretching sensation. He was doing it. He was actually fucking her, sending his prick into her body! "Ahhhhhhh!"
Natalie felt the world was falling to pieces all around her. "Never had she felt anything so wonderful before in all her life! She had heard stories, of course, from other girls at school who had told her about how wonderful it felt to have a guy doing this to you. But still, the thought of having some guy crawling on top of you and sticking that long thing in your cunt seemed so freaky! Until now. Now it seemed the most wanted thing in the world! Natalie squirmed in her bonds, the restraining chains, ropes and cuffs somehow adding to her general feeling of excitement.
"Ohhh fuck me, move it back and forth like that. Oh God, you're ... uhhhhh!"
He was touching her clit with his finger again, pushing the tiny button down and then wriggling it around while fucking her with an increasingly rhythmic motion. Natalie moaned again. He had worked only his cockhead into her tight little cunthole. Now he realized that she hadn't been lying, no one else ever had done this to her before!
Taking his time, Jack slipped his cock in inch by excruciating inch, his hands braced on either side of her jutting hip bones. Natalie let out another sigh, exciting hot/chilly flashes blasting through her cunt. She could hardly breathe! Her throat was so hot and dry and her chest-she could hardly draw in a breath through her nostrils. It felt so darned good having his cock toying around with her like this! Juice oozed from her cunt slit, wetting down her jiggling ass. Another shock of pleasurable sensation raced through her clit, making Natalie groan.
It was nice, so very, very nice. And there was Jack, strumming her clit. Whenever he touched the bud's sensitive tip the girl nearly pissed on the table. Oh, how she loved it when he touched her clit like that. And then he was rubbing another finger down by her asshole! Natalie stopped rolling around, staring hard at the ceiling. Her face was a mask of concentration when she felt that one finger straying back to her asshole.
."No, don't ... don't...."
Jack laughed, giving his cock another hunch, then sticking his finger into her tight asshole up to the second joint. "Yaghghghhhhhh!"
The girl let out another series of short, jerky cries, the screams finally dying down into panting breaths. Her asshole muscles cramped down shut on that invading finger. Jack pulled it halfway out, then jammed it back in until his knuckles were pressing up against her rolling ass. Fucked at both ends! In and out, in and out he jammed that finger, sending more hot flashes of strange pleasure racing into her clit like bolts of hot electricity. Natalie couldn't understand everything that was happening to her but it all felt so good, so very, very good!
"Uhhhhhh ... fuck, fuck!"
Jack was bending forward now. He dropped his mouth toward her tits, his lips faintly smelling of her pussy. Natalie let out another shudder as he tried sticking a second finger in her ass. His thumb was brushing over her perineum while his lips cupped around her right nipple. He was sucking tit, biting down on the nipple lightly with his large, square front teeth. He nibbled on them oh so gently, savoring their stiffness and length. He moved from nipple to nipple, the lapping of his tongue combining with the chewing of his teeth.
"Fuck, oh fuck me, fuck...."
And all the while his cock was making short, sawing movements in the mouth of her pussy, never shoving in deep enough to touch her cherry. Then he grabbed at her clit again, rolling it back and forth, massaging it gently. In a short time the girl could feel her cuntal muscles growing tauter and tauter while her asshole tingled with the touch of his fucking digit. Natalie could have screamed with the double sensation of getting fingered and fucked. Jack pulled one hand away from her cunt now, standing on his toes and making sure his cock rubbed continually against her stiff, stimulated clit.
"Never had those high school kids do that to you, did you?"
"No, oh no!"
Jack smiled. "I told you I'd make you feel like you'd never felt before. When I get through with you, there won't be a virgin pore in your damned body!"
Jack reached up, tugging at the chains once more. Natalie let out a howl of pain and fear and she felt the vibrations resound through her legs and thighs and pussy. Her ass slipped along the sweat-slicked table top while Jack hunched in another inch. He was close, so close to her cherry. Soon he'd be popping it and then what little innocence she had had would be gone!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Feel it goin' in, baby? Feel my cock slip-pin' into your cunt?"
Natalie sobbed out her answer, tears blinding her. How she wanted to tear his eyes out, to rip open his throat for having done this to her. And yet, the feeling of his prick sliding up to her cherry took her breath away. His finger was still embedded in her tightly stretched asshole, the nail scraping away against her bowel lining. And his thumb and forefinger were back to her clit, strumming the tiny nub and drawing more flashes of pleasure from it. "Oooooooooo!"
He was in her as far as he could go now. Natalie felt his cock rubbing up against her cherry, stretching the tiny membrane. She arched her spine again, feeling the pressure and some pain.
"It's gonna ... gonna hurt!" Natalie complained, sniffing as she looked up at Jack.
"Just a little. Besides, after what I've put you through you shouldn't bitch, right?"
"Uhhhh ... no, but ... but...."
Natalie's clit glowed, shrinking and expanding as Jack's cock slid in harder and deeper. She could feel his cockhead beating regularly against her cherry, pressing it down farther and farther. Perhaps there wouldn't be the pain her mother had told her about just before her death. Perhaps....
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
A bolt of agony shot from between her thighs right to her brain! There was an ache, the ache sharpening as Jack applied more pressure to his fucking cock. Natalie arched her spine, trying to pull away from the source of the pain. Of course her ropes and chains prevented her from any such move. The knowledge that she couldn't move, couldn't stop Jack from doing what he was doing, added to her distress.
"Please, don't do this to me. Oh dear God, don't do this to me!"
Jack only laughed again.
"You're ... you're tearing something inside me," she cried. "I can feel it. Oh don't!"
Again she begged, and again Jack laughed at her pleas. He slipped one hand around, shoving it between their sweaty bellies until it was touching her cuntal mound. Natalie felt her hips rolling about instinctively to him again, the chains around her ankles tugging tightly one more. Jack pulled out until only the head of his prick remained clutched between her cuntlips. The slippery fucking feel made her cunt feel very hot and willing and eager to get fucked. Jack laughed at her sudden change in attitude, rolling his thighs up and sticking his prick back into her pussy until the head pressed against her cherry.
Again her pain and fear returned. Natalie felt the ridge around his cockhead inside her now. The small movements he made with his prick rod made her puffy cunt lips feel bigger, more sensitive than before. Natalie timed the movements of her thighs to the strokes of his fingers and the tremendous power of his cock.
"Man, you figured out a way to move your fuckin' body around even with the ropes and chains, eh, you little slut?"
Natalie no longer cared what he called her. He could insult her as much as he chose but she wanted that cock all the way in her now. She needed it!
"Goin' in now, Natalie. Gonna pop that cherry!"
There was a look of grim determination on his handsome face. Perspiration streaked his bearded cheeks and chin as he gave a final shove. There was a short, sharp bolt of lightning that flashed up her spine, exploding in her brain. Natalie screamed and Jack gave another shove. With that push she felt his cockhead tearing through her tiny membrane and burrowing all the way down into her sucking, willing body.
Then, almost before she knew it, the pain was gone. How odd! She had thought the agony would last many minutes, perhaps hours. But after that initial piercing, everything was fine. She smiled, sniffing finally while Jack kept his cock steady in her cunt.
"Man, that was good and fine."
He was all the way in her-all the way! She so could tell! How crazy and weird and strange it felt having something that hot and hard in her body! It was as if his cock were taking over! The added heat inside her stirred more emotions from her clit. And all the time she could feel that his prick jerking around inside her like some large, frightened animal.
"Time to unload, Natalie. You're gonna feel somethin' that'll drive you crazy. I'm gonna cum in you."
He leaned forward, biting the lobes of her ears while flicking his tongue into her waxy canal. He was whispering all sorts of terrible things, things that made her spine tingle while he hufiched short and sharp into her pussy.
"I'm gonna drop my load in you. My cum's all white and hot, and it's going to burn right into your pussy walls. Ohhhh yeahhh, it's gonna feel so good when I drop my load in your cunt."
She couldn't deny that something like that would probably feel good. The nerves in her pussy felt the motion of his tugging cock. They stood on end, tingling at his touch, urging the tissues of her cuntsheath to caress his fucking prickshaft.
"Oh God!"
Her stretched pussy hurt a little but Natalie didn't care anymore. She felt him moving faster and faster, his friction making her clit raw with hot excitement. More juice rushed from her cunthole to soothe the friction drying her out. "More! More!"
Natalie couldn't believe she was crying out those word, actually begging Jack to fuck her harder against the table top. The more he drilled into her, the more she wanted.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
At times the girl felt her muscles cramping painfully against the fucking cock shaft. She howled, breaking more nails against the restraining ropes. She wished she could fling her arms and legs around Jack and fuck him deeper. As it was she felt impaled, sacrificed in some weird way to the thick mass of his cock. Her spread knees were trembling, waiting for the final thrust that would send in those white-hot gobs of cum.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby, close...."
Jack's face shivered, his eyes tightly shut while his lips hung open. She heard him panting, growling like an aroused beast. His hips slapped wetly against her ass, the fucking thrusts making her tits shake.
"Oh baby, my cock's so red-hot, man. It's hot for your pussy and ... and...."
Jack rammed into her like a machine, driving the head in farther and faster. The heavy sweating mass of his groin slapped up against her ass loudly, his balls swinging up and out. She could imagine his balls loaded with that white stuff. He was going to shoot it in her, fill her up with it! The idea made her body quiver with excitement. She could feel her cunt clenching around his cock rod in spasms as more fiery shocks jolted from her clit, racing up to her brain. Soon she would be cumming with his cock up her cunt. The entire zone of her crotch was flaming, the pain and the blazing delight of orgasm running hot through Natalie.
"Uhhhghghhgh...!"
The roaring of her pulse was all Natalie heard. The swirling, searching, jabbing movements of Jack's cockhead in her cunt startled every sense she had. Oh, she couldn't take much more of this! Her mind bleached white with sensation while Jack's cock stabbed its final rhythm into her body.
"Natalie ... oh yeahhh, baby, baby, gonna fire it in. Gonna do it!"
His words burned into her brain. The girl snapped her head from left to right, the room exploding in a fiery rainbow of color and sound. Shaking her head again, she could hear his wet, pistoning strokes and smell the heavy sweat of their fucking. Natalie found herself drowning, her mind disappearing in the simmering, coiling fucking of Jack's prick. Someone was yammering away. Was it her? Was she screaming for him to fuck her harder? Natalie couldn't tell. "Fuck!"
A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch, the pressure tremendous. Natalie knew the cock in her cunt was sawing madly, driving even more sensation from her pussy and throwing it into her overloaded nerves. Her hips churned, the noisy slurping of the fucking against her cunt juice filling her ears. Then a great, earth-shaking vibration started in her pussy, blasting out in waves through the rest of her body. She opened her eyes wide, staring wildly at the ceiling.
"Eaghghghghghhghghgh!"
That mountain inside her burst apart, showering all parts of her body with brilliant sparks. The girl strained wildly against the ropes and chains, the tendons in her thighs bulging hard while she came and came and came. Deep inside her she could feel Jack's cockhead tugging at her convulsing pussy. His hands were pressed hard against her tits, the nails of his fingers scraping over her nipples. She heard him crying out something. Yes, he was going to shoot, going to blow his wad deep in her pussy! Someone else was screaming far away. Could that be her own voice?
Natalie jerked her legs against the taut chains, wishing she could draw Jack closer to her. Another monstrous wave of pleasure racked her. Bucking as best she could against the ramming strokes of Jack's cock, the girl let her mind and her climax escape in a long, high wail of pleasure and pain. Her fingers dug against themselves while her slick cuntal walls milked lovingly against the big man's prick. She could feel those gouts of cum eating into her cuntal walls as again and again Jack shot, filling up her pussy with his spunk.
Natalie felt her mind drifting for several more minutes. She was still cumming, still feeling her tiny muscles cramping against that chugging prick. Her hearing gradually returned. Jack was half bent over her, rubbing his fingers over her tits while working his cock back and forth in her slackening cunt.
"Hot, baby ... that's about the only thing I can think about now. You're so damned fuckin' hot. I knew you'd be something else once I stuck my cock in you," Jack said. "Oh no, no...."
"You can't deny it, Natalie. You're one of those cock-happy women. And what's even better, you dig all this crap," Jack said, reaching back and plucking one of the chains.
The girl groaned, feeling the vibration of the struck chain through both her legs. She bit her lips, wondering if this was it. The wonderful spasms were ebbing now and a feeling of warmth and relaxation drifted over her.
"I'm not through with you yet, Natalie. You've still got a ways to go."
But first Jack let her rest for several moments, pulling out his cock and smearing the head against her ass.
Natalie wondered about herself. Had there been any sign, any indication that she would turn out this way? She had always avoided pain and discomfort. Yet here she was, bound and ravaged and wallowing in the pain Jack threw at her. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears of frustration and confusion.
"Now, I'm gonna see just what your tolerance is to pain, Natalie."
The girl jerked her head up once more, shaking several drops of perspiration from her eyes as she peered over her tits. Jack was fishing around in the pockets of his trousers, pulling out a long slim black plastic cigarette lighter. He flicked the tip several times before the sparks caught fire. The girl shrank back, tugging wildly at the ropes and chain. "No, no!"
Jack made an unhappy face. "Before I shot off in your cunt I liked you screaming. But now I don't. I'm going to have to shut you up for this."
"No, don't!"
Jack ignored her shrieks of anger, fishing out an old kerchief from his rear pocket. Knotting it in several places, the big stud returned to the marble table, reaching around and wrapping that filthy rag around her head. He stuffed the material hard against her teeth, adjusting the kerchief until the frantic teen could only bite down on the spit-soaked cotton.
"Now, shut up!"
With that command he back-handed the girl, his open-handed slap at her temple stunning her. The blow seemed to bruise her mind for a while and Natalie couldn't think straight. It was as if she were watching herself as Jack took the plastic lighter in his hand again and began toying with the flint.
"Some women can take a good deal of pain. Others, well, they can't. We'll see where you are," Jack said, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.
Natalie shook her head, clearing her mind. She watched as he flicked the tip, an orange flame appearing immediately. Moving around to her feet, Jack raised the lighter and let the fire brush over her naked soles lightly.
"Ughhfhhfhfhffff!"
Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Natalie twisted and writhed in her bonds, staring with wide eyes at the big man. Jack stopped, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.
"Enjoy that?"
"Nnfnfnnfnfff!"
Jack flicked the lighter again, this time letting the fire stay against her feet a little longer. The girl cried out through the cotton, closing her eyes and sobbing as the pain from the burn pierced her brain. She jerked her hands against the cruel ropes, cutting her wrists, making the table move with her frantic efforts. Jack was humming some song, looking up every now and then to watch the wild gyrations of the teen.
"We'll try the other foot now," he said, switching hands and moving the lighter up to her left foot.
Natalie thought she would piss all over herself. He burned the tips of her toes, letting the flame scorch her nails before he brought it down to her heel. The girl jerked her legs again and again, the muscles tensing, pressing against her sweat-dampened flesh. Jack was going to kill her. Certainly he was going to kill her!
"Nnnfnfnnfnffff!"
The flame withdrew and Natalie sighed. She stroked her fingertips against her palms, hoping he had tired of the game.
"Now, we try other parts."
She tensed again, noticing his voice was closer. Blinking open her eyes, Natalie saw Jack standing near her cunt. He was holding the lighter to one side now, bringing the flame down toward her right thigh. She let out another muffled scream, chewing down on that filthy rag.
"Eaughghhghfhhfhff!"
She struggled mightily, her body rocking against the restraints. Jack moved the lighter up and down, barely touching her flesh with the tip of the fluttering flame. Natalie could smell the fine, whispy hairs of her thigh flesh singeing under the heat. When he dropped the flame closer to her pussy, the girl beat the back of her head against the table, praying to God that she could somehow knock herself out. But she remained conscious, still experiencing the terror and pain Jack inflicted.
"And now for your cunt."
"Nnnnnffffff!"
Natalie screamed through the rag again, watching as the fire dropped between her legs. Dear God, would it never end?
CHAPTER FIVE
Natalie struggled up from her bonds, the ropes pulling at her shoulders and wrists horribly while a throbbing ache attacked her leg and thigh muscles. She strained against the table, feeling the heat increasing around her cuntal V. Perspiration dripped from her full, white tits and out from under her arms. Her nipples itched up, full, red and hard while her fingers and toes curled. Natalie watched as Jack held the fire about two inches from her pussy. Then he dropped the lighter a bit and her skin began to warm. The girl threw her head back, feeling that warmth curling into her pussy like a warm, licking tongue. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Jack smiled, then dropped the lighter a bit farther. Natalie wiggled her ass against the sweat-slick marble top, her eyes bugging out. In a moment she could smell the acrid aroma of hair burning, the stench filling her nostrils! Natalie screamed out again, whipping her head from left to right until it was a blur. Her mind was numb with terror. Jack dropped the lighter yet farther, blackening more of her blonde curls. Natalie thought she was going to faint from the pain and horror.
"Nooofofooffff!"
The fire flicked at her lower inner thighs now, the tip of the orange flame reddening her sensitive white flesh. Natalie screamed and shouted through that awful cotton gag. Her body shuddered, rocking the heavy table as she jerked and yanked at her restraints. The flame was flickering up against her cuntlips, burning them.
When the fire touched her clit, Natalie became hysterical. Jerking her head up again, she looked wildly at Jack, her body awash with perspiration while her screams filled the room in spite of the gag.
"Christ! It sounds like you're gonna cum again."
What was horrible was that the stud was nearly right. All the excitement, all the pain, had short-circuited her emotions. Natalie felt her clit rising up again and each time the fire touched her thighs the girl felt her body responding to it. Her pussyjuices were starting to flow again, slicking down the raw walls of her cunt. Her nipples were long and taut once more. Jack sniggered, flicking the top of the lighter back down and tossing it over his shoulder. He reached up, unfastening the chains holding her legs to the overhead eyehooks.
Natalie closed her eyes, letting out a long low breathy moan in relief. She felt her legs drop over the edge of the table top. How wonderful it was not feeling the terrible pull against her calves, thighs and knees. Next came the ropes binding her wrists to the rear legs of the table. Released! She was released!
Sighing again, Natalie sat up, rubbing her wrists together and sniffing. How odd it was not to have any restraints. She looked around curiously, shaking the blonde hair from her eyes. A painful, stabbing memory reminded Natalie that Jack had ripped away her cherry. She cringed, shrugging her head between her slender shoulders. Would he leave now? Would he get out of the house, leaving her alone? She hoped so. Her father would be gone at least another week. Could she survive seven days with a maniac like Jack?
"Now, I'm gonna let you go. But don't think you can go out and talk about this to everybody," Jack warned, pointing a .threatening finger at Natalie. "Nobody's gonna believe you. And even if they do, I'll get back at you. I swear."
Natalie felt her soul shriveling under the menacing gesture and words. She watched as his handsome eyes narrowed. The girl remembered the kiss of the leather, the slapping, the bondage. She was more than certain he would somehow get back at her as he promised. Obediently Natalie agreed to the horrible pact, wanting only to get away from him for a while.
"Good. Now get dressed while I straighten out things around here."
Natalie moved slowly at first, terrified that the wrong motion would send Jack off in another wild frenzy. When she realized he'd really finished with her, the girl moved quickly, gathering her clothes and rushing from the basement. Her naked feet flew over the steps as she climbed the stairs to the kitchen.
She rushed through the room, through the living room and up to her bedroom. It was only when she had closed and locked the door that Natalie felt somewhat safe. Breathing heavily, steadily, Natalie managed to calm herself down. She had been through so much! Her mind whirled.
The teen could still feel the touch of the awful cat, and how her ankles and wrists burned from all that chafing. Her muscles were still sore from the awkward roping and chaining. But above all her cunt was very hot and wet, dripping with juice and cum. Natalie turned, pushing herself away from the door and caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror. There were small bruises on her ass and belly. Gingerly she traced the tips of her fingers along the dark marks, mouthing the word "fucked" in front of her image.
It was awful what she'd become! Wheeling about, Natalie rushed for her bed, flinging herself atop the pillow and burying her face in the soft material. Fucked! Fucked! The word echoed through her head as she worked her hot little cunt against the soft coverlet. She could still feel Jack's cock rodding her, spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart while he pinched her nipples. Sobbing, Natalie cried herself to sleep, wondering how many more days of this horror she would have to endure.
* * *
The next two days, however, found her at relative peace with Jack. She had become quiet at school, surprising both her teachers and close friends. Modestly lowering her eyes and pulling the lace cuffs of her blouse around her wrists so others wouldn't notice the marks, Natalie studied earnestly. She surprised her teachers by scoring well on several exams and at home she showed the test results proudly to Jack who beamed up at her.
"See? I knew our treatment would have its proper effect. Maybe it's time we had another session."
Natalie's slender fingers trembled against the paper as her heart sank.
"But not now. You have to have time to get over the shock of the first one."
Obediently Natalie went to her room, opening the books and pouring over them. The jumble of information helped her forget the threat in Jack's words. More beating! More bondage! The thought both thrilled and appalled her. The further she got away from that awful evening the more unreal it became for her. The pink marks around her wrists and ankles were disappearing and the bruises on her ass and belly were fading. Apparently the pain she'd experienced had done far less injury than she'd suspected.
But it was on the night of the third day when Natalie heard strange sounds coming from below in the living room. Putting down her pencil, she carefully closed her algebra book. Sliding down from the bed, Natalie stood up quietly and tip-toed to the doorway.
"And she's one hell of a hot fuck," she heard Jack say.
Her heart jumped. Was there someone else downstairs? Was he talking to someone on the phone? Who on earth was he speaking with? And why was he telling him about her? Natalie knew she should stay in her room but she just had to find out what was going on. "And she digs getting tied up?" Yes, there was someone else down there.
Natalie gripped the wood handrailing hard with her fingers. Who was it? Should she make a run for it? Where would she go? How could she possibly explain to her friends what was happening to her? The thought of scandal raced through her mind. She couldn't stand it and certainly her father's high corporate position would suffer.
"And she's upstairs. Want me to get her? We should have one hell of a good night with her. It's been three days but it probably feels like a hundred years to her."
Natalie shivered. They were going to fuck her! Drawing back from the steps, she couldn't move. One part of her mind told her to run but another part made her stay. Leaning against the wall, she stood there, waiting for Jack and his friend.
"Hey! You've been eavesdropping, hmmm? Well, all the better. I don't have to explain why you should come downstairs and meet Jeff. He's a friend of mine and likes the same kind of stuff I do. You'll like him."
Natalie drew back. But then what choice did she have? Reluctantly she took Jack's hand, stepping carefully, slowly, down the hall.
"In here."
The living room was brightly lit. There were several magazines opened and scattered on the coffee table top. Glancing down, Natalie could see shots of women in various states of bondage. Some were trussed in leather harnesses, others were stretched or hung from the ceiling. She shivered at those photos, glancing up and seeing a handsome, middle-aged blond gentleman sitting easily in the old couch. He had a half-finished drink in one hand and looked at her curiously. When he noticed her full hips and big tits, his eyes narrowed. The girl trembled.
"Hello," he said simply, his low voice sending tremors up and down her spine.
"Hi."
Jack held her tightly by the wrists, giving her fingers a little pinch. Natalie winced, thinking about her algebra book upstairs. There would be little homework accomplished this evening, she was sure. Well, she had finished most of it. Jeff was eying her thighs now; his hand trembling slightly. She could hear the ice tinkling merrily against the sides of his glass.
"I've been busy downstairs again," Jack said, smiling at the girl.
She had heard some pounding and sawing the past three days. But Natalie had shut herself away from Jack during that period.
Although part of her had wanted to go downstairs into the cellar and find out what was happening, the other part had assured her that she'd find out in good time.
"Let's go, then. I'm hornier than hell!"
Natalie couldn't believe it. She backed away, pulling her hands away from Jack.
"No, I'm not ... not some prostitute," she said, the word burning on her tongue. "You can't do this to me."
Jack's eyebrows arched, his lips curling into that hideous smile once again. "You don't have a choice."
Then Natalie tried dodging around him but Jack caught her by the elbow, whirling her around so hard she winced. His friend Jeff was standing now, having put the drink down. Peering over Jack's shoulders, she coud see a large, tubular bulge pressing out against the front of Jeff's pants. He had come over especially for this, she could see it in his eyes. Jack was using her as someone he could use and parade in front of his friends. The thought sickened Natalie. It was bad enough he had dragged her through the muck but now he was inviting an audience to laugh at her degradation.
"She's pretty feisty," Jeff commented, rubbing his chin.
"Makes it all the more interesting. Wait till you see the little slut in action."
Jack was dragging her toward the kitchen doorway, Jeff moving behind. Natalie tugged back, her ass sticking out slightly while her feet slipped and slid along the thick-piled carpeting. She shook her head from side to side, looking tearfully up at her father's friend and wondering what on earth her dad had seen in this man. He'd trusted him with his only child and this maniac was taking awful advantage of that trust.
"Come on, Natalie."
"This is awful, awful. If my father only knew what you were doing...."
She couldn't finish the sentence, blinking away the tears as Jack pulled her into the kitchen and up to that all-too-familiar basement door.
"No! No!"
Jeff was behind her, pressing against her ass. Natalie straightened immediately, jerking away from his touch. It was as if he'd pressed a hot iron against her arms. She choked down a desire to shriek.
"Down the stairs."
There was something more threatening, more hideous in Jack's voice this time. Feeling her flesh crawl under the white cotton halter she wore, Natalie did as she was told. The cold dampness in the air made her skin pucker up into goose pimples as she descended the wooden stairs. The heavy tread of the two men behind her seemed to be a knell of doom. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Jack moved up behind her, slipping his fingers around the buttons of her halter. Natalie flinched at his touch and Jack grabbed her by the elbows, his fingers bruising her flesh.
"Don't try to fight me, Natalie. You don't want to get hurt more than you have to, right?"
Natalie sniffed. She shook her head from side to side, her pretty pouting lower lip trembling with emotion.
"That's better. Now strip. Take off all your clothes and put them there-or I'll have to rip them off."
Natalie shrank away from the two men, slowly unbuttoning her halter and sliding it from her arms. She heard Jeff inhale sharply when her hard-tipped tits came into view. Bending over slightly at the waist, feeling her tits swing out from her chest, the young teen unzipped her black short-shorts and slid them down over her knees. Stepping from them carefully, Natalie slipped her fingers under the sheer pink nylon of her panties, hesitating only for a moment as she looked up. Jeff was rubbing his fingers along the outline of his cockbulge. He was staring at the barely visible blonde triangle of cunthairs under the nylon crotch panel of her panties. Natalie trembled, her icy fingers smoothing along her thighs as she slid the panties down past her knees, over her ankles, and off.
""Oh yeah, Jack," Jeff said, his eyes wide with delight. "She's nice, real nice."
"I know. And I'm the only one who's fucked her."
"Yeah? A virgin-practically," Jeff commented, his lips curling into a broad smile. "She's gonna go through the paces tonight, though."
"Okay, little girl, over here. Come on, don't be shy. You don't have to be shy with me. The way the two of us fucked around a few days ago, you don't have any reason to."
Natalie felt her cheeks blushing. Jack must have told Jeff all about the way she had reacted during the fucking, about how she had thrashed and begged and pleaded for more cockmeat when most girls would have fainted from the pain.
"Oh God, please help me," she whispered, folding her hands in front of her cunt and spreading her fingers to hide her pussy.
"Look. Man, she's so fuckin' modest," Jack said, pulling her hands away from her cunt and stretching her arms above her head.
He ordered her to keep them there while he walked slowly around her, tracing one hand over her belly, up to her shoulders, around her chin, down her back. The light touch of his hand made her chill and thrill. Jeff watched her reaction, his chest shuddering while her red nipples stood out even longer with her rising excitement.
"Yeah, she doesn't like to be touched like that," Jack said mockingly, running his right hand down to the full, plump swell of her ass.
"Oh!"
"She's so hot now I bet she'd jump on a cock. But that's not going to happen-at least, not yet. Okay, over here."
Natalie's second night of degraded bondage had begun!
CHAPTER SIX
Jack certainly had been busy during the past several days. There were all sorts of pieces of wood strewn about and the cement floor was covered with sawdust. But worst of all was the pile of strange-looking leather devices heaped together near the chains. He had told her to get down on her knees and now Jack was pushing her face-down against the hard, cold cement floor. Natalie looked up questioningly and got another hot hard slap across the face.
"Ohhhhh!"
She dropped to the floor, her big tits pillowing out between her body and the cement. She felt the nipples wrinkle at the cold touch of the basement floor. Her pussy trembled at the coolness while her flesh puckered into goose pimples.
"I don't like hearing her scream all the time. It gets on my nerves," Jack explained.
Natalie closed her eyes, waiting to feel the famiiiar touch of that filthy handkerchief pressing against her lips. But Jack had a surprise for her. There was the sound of him fishing about that awful pile of leather goods. Then she heard him coming back. Instinctively she raised her head slightly from the floor, opening her mouth for the cloth. But instead she felt Jack pressing his fingers against the junction of her jaws. The pain was tremendous and her body shuddered.
Letting out a growling groan, Natalie opened her mouth even farther. He was shoving something in, something much larger and more resilient than cloth. A ball! A rubber ball! Natalie pushed out with the tip of her tongue, wallowing her belly against the floor while she jerked her hands up from her hips. Jeff stepped up, pressing the toe of one boot against her fingers. The crushing pain made her scream through the gagging ball.
Jack slipped the red ball down, down past her front teeth. Satisfied the gag was firmly in place, he tugged the two straps leading from either side of the gag to either of her cheeks.
That awful thing hurting her jaw had four straps, one across each cheek and around to the back of her head, while two others angled up from either side of her nose, meeting above and between her eyes. From there a fifth strap followed the part of her hair to the back of her head and attached there with a large buckle to the straps from around her cheeks. Jack adjusted the gag, pulling the leather tight until it left long, red marks against her flesh.
"That oughta keep her quiet for a while," Jack commented.
"You've got her hog-tied, man. This is gonna be one hell of a night!" Jeff agreed, his voice thick with lust.
"Just you wait to see what this little girl can do."
Natalie sobbed, moving her jaws against that awful ball hurting her jaws. She had to swallow hard and often to keep from drowning in her own spit!
"Mmmmfmmffffff!"
There were two more sets of strap/cuffs attached to her body. The big stud fastened one single strip of leather just above her elbows, drawing her arms behind her body. He drew her elbows together tightly, buckling another restraint so tight he nearly cut off the circulation to her fingers. Next came the wrist cuffs-two pieces of black leather lined with sheepskin, held together with large brass buckles.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Okay, bend your legs back! All the way back!"
The girl gingerly raised her calves from the floor, bending her legs so her feet met her ass. He slapped her asscheeks hard with the back of one hand, laughing as the ass jiggled and reddened under his blow. The red marks from her last beating were still there and Jeff raised his eyebrows, letting out a low, shuddering breath.
"That's better. Come on, gimme a hand. Might as well get into this now, Jeff. Come on down and hold her ankles together. Yeah, that's right," Jack said, nodding in approval. "Push 'em down until the heels press against her fuckin' ass."
Natalie let out a small cry from around her gag. She felt Jack strapping another set of cuffs around her ankles, making sure the leather was well above the sores left from her last beating. She sighed with gratitude.
"Now gonna show you what hog-tied means, baby. You're going to be roped first-class."
Jack took a length of half-inch line, testing it for strength, then knelt down to her right. Slipping the rope under her wristcuffs, the big stud pulled it taut, threading it next through the ankle cuffs, then looping it back around to her wrists. He repeated the motion three times, affixing her ankles to her wrists with a double figure-eight.
Natalie was hog-tied, all right. She felt like a rodeo calf after cowboys had roped it. Her arm muscles pulled painfully back, the tendons stretching against her flesh. When she tried to move, the girl felt her leg muscles and ass cramping while that awful gag threatened to choke her!
"Uhhhfhhfhffff!"
Jack hadn't finished with her yet. Taking another thicker length of rope, he attached it to a large hook, slipping the metal under the hemp binding her wrists to her ankles.
"Don't want her getting a cold. Her old man'd kill me if his little girl was sniffling and sneezing when he came home," Jack said, winking at Jeff.
Natalie twisted her head around. She watched as Jack stood on a box, slipping the free end of the rope around a pulley recently screwed into the wooden-beamed ceiling. Having threaded the rope around the device, he stepped down, wrapping his strong fingers around the line. Natalie felt the metal clamp tugging at her wrists and ankles as he yanked the rope twice.
"Now we're gonna make things even better for Natalie. She won't have to worry about the cold floor."
With that, Jack gave the line a heavy yank. The girl let out a muffled yelp, chewing down on the gag. She felt her wrists and ankles drawn more tightly together and above her she could hear the pulley groaning with her weight. Jack was pulling her up off the floor by her wrists and ankles! Her arms and legs drew closer together as her tits and thighs slowly left the cold, cracked cement surface.
"Uhhhhhh!"
How her shoulders ached! The weight of her body was centered on her arms, shoulders and thighs as Jack pulled harder.
"That thing gonna hold?" Jeff wondered out loud, looking up at the pulley.
"Don't worry about it."
The girl groaned again. She was leaving the floor, swinging freely above the cement. How the ache in her shoulders grew, throbbing into her head while Jack tugged at the rope a little more.
"Up we go!"
He kept pulling, the pulley groaning above her. Jack hauled her up until her body was nearly three feet off the floor. Natalie cried out once again. Her belly was sagging down toward the floor while every nerve-ending in her body ached and cried out with pain.
"Now, I'll show you something about this little girl and heat."
No, not the lighter! Not more fire! Not more pain like that! She cried out in a muffled groan through the rubber ball gag, shaking her head wildly, her hair whipping over the floor. No. No. She would rather die than go through that again.
Jack was standing in front of her now, reaching down with one hand and catching strands of her hair between his fingers. Natalie groaned, her moan turning into a sharp scream when he yanked up and forced her to look at him. How her neck muscles cramped from the awkward position!
However, she found Jack wasn't holding a lighter. Oh no. He had unwrapped a tapered iron at least two feet long and one inch wide. The handle was wrapped with hard, black leather while the tip was a grooved disc at least one inch thick. Again the image of a roped calf came into her mind. He had roped her and now he was going to brand her. Natalie shivered, feeling the ropes quivering above her.
"Nooooofffff!"
"What are you going to do with that thing?" Jeff asked with growing curiosity. His cock was nearly tearing through the front of his trousers.
"It's gonna be a surprise to both of you. I don't want to spoil it for Natalie."
That awful thing seemed to grow in his hands as Natalie stared at it. The stud was hefting the iron teasingly before her, swinging it as if to test out its weight. He whooshed it around, whipping the shadows with it. Natalie shuddered again, feeling her brain grow numb. Something else was happening as well, something she knew all too well by now. The girl was becoming aroused by this situation.
Her eyes raced to Jack's crotch, then to Jeff's. Watching that awful poker swirl around in the dark air, Natalie still couldn't keep her mind off those cocks-those hard, hot pricks throbbing inside the men's pants. She could feel her pussy swelling, the itchy tension growing while juice slicked down her inner and outer labes.
More goose bumps exploded over her neck and shoulders when Jeff began unbuttoning his pants, unzipping his fly. Her tits dangled down teasingly, the nipples stiff and itching, begging to be touched, rubbed, sucked! A knot of tension formed between her tense belly and her cunt as Jack moved up to her. She could almost feel the heat of his cock through his trousers. Oh, if only he would unzip his pants!
Jack bent down now, dropping to his knees and looking under her.
"Yeah, she's hot," Jack pronounced, nodding his head while peering up at her pussy. He could see the red, swollen cuntlips through her blonde cunthairs. He could also see the thick juice dribbling out of her pussy, wetting down her blonde, curly fur.
Jack was sliding a little farther under her, holding the iron up between her belly and the floor. Then she felt the cold touch of the object. He was rubbing the iron against her belly, then her tits. Natalie shuddered, chewing down on the rubber ball gag once more. Then she felt Jack grabbing her cuntal thicket, jerking hard at the hair. She cried out, her forehead wrinkling while her body bounced uncomfortably against the rope. Again the pulley overhead groaned. Pain erupted from her ravaged pussy, the lips being forced wide open by Jack's probing fingers. Itchy throbs filled her crotch as Jack peeled her cunt open wider, then shoved the disc in.
"Ohhhh ... aghghhhhhh!"
The muscles spasmed, cinching down on the unnatural iron invader. The big stud saw her reaction and laughed.
"Man, she's so hot she's fuckin' this thing. Looks like she's about to cum, too."
"Nnnfnnffffff!"
The ropes cut deeper into Natalie's wrists and ankles. She bounced there in that obscene position, her cunt trembling under the steady rubbing friction of that horrid disc. Natalie screamed through the gag but the shriek was one far from agony. That terrible iron pole climbed deeper into her cunthole, gutting a new path into her convulsing pussy. Jack laughed, raking the disc over her clit and watching her muscles spasm. Natalie sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes as that iron poker stabbed in another inch. Jeff was laughing at her as well. "Uhhhhhhhhh...."
Natalie felt her cuntmuscles convulsing, clenching that fucking poker. Explosions went off in her body, echoing through her brain like a scream in a canyon. Each explosion built into a higher pitch, a more satisfying set of spasms. And still Jack turned and twisted that awful poker, rubbing the cold hard surface against her clit. Natalie felt the room spinning around her and soon the walls seemed to be crashing down on her.
"She's goin' for it, really going for it!" Jeff said in amazement.
Natalie twisted and grunted and moaned, the cuffs and ropes holding all too well. Jack began pulling out the poker, the iron tugging deliciously at her sensitive cuntal walls. Natalie groaned, weeping at the shame and degradation she was forced to undergo.
"Can't fuck her this way," Jeff said as the iron poker clattered to the floor.
"Don't worry about that," Jack said as he reached up and unhitched the holding rope, slowly lowering the girl down to the cement floor.
Natalie swallowed hard, seeing the cracked cement coming up to her face. She was so glad when her tits and thighs touched the cold hard surface of the cellar floor once more. The pulling tension around her ankles and wrists slackened as the rope dropped around her ass. Jack stepped over, unfastening the pulley rope, then tearing it from her wrists. Grabbing her legs, he rolled her over roughly. Her ass pressed painfully against her arms and bent-over legs, her knees falling apart. The resulting tension made her super-sensitive cuntlips open to Jack's and Jeff's view.
"Oh wow, yeah, man, I'd love to sink my cock into that pussy. She's juicin' like crazy," Jeff said, rubbing his hands over his prick faster than before.
"She'll love it. She loves anything that goes in her cunt. Like I told you over the phone, she's one of those girls who's happy only when some guy's fucking her, right, Natalie?"
The words burned her pride. She blinked up at the big man, feeling nothing but hatred and loathing for him. But she couldn't deny that what he'd said was the truth. Even now, roped like this, the girl could only think of the men's cocks, waiting to fuck her. Natalie worked her ass against her fingers, feeling one fingernail sticking into her asshole. A shameful thrill washed over her while her clit seemed to sputter. Even after her powerful climax, Natalie could feel her cunt twitching, waiting for more stimulation.
"I'm goin' in," Jeff said, crisscrossing his arms and pulling off his blue cotton t-shirt.
Natalie watched breathlessly, her heart quickening while her pulse scorched through her veins. Her eyes widened, her teeth pressing down on the latex ball as Jeff's broad, hairy chest came into view. He was as well-built, as handsome as Jack, only less dark. His pecs rippled with each move he made. He pushed his trousers down to the floor and that cock, that big, fat long cock sprang up and nearly touched his belly button!
Jeff leaned slightly to the right, slipping his pants off his legs after having shed his shoes and socks. He stood there in a moment, stark naked, his hairy groin glistening with sweat while his balls rose in their sac. Natalie swallowed hard, her fingers working against her taut asscheeks. He was so handsome, so terribly male! She felt her cunt winking open for the big man as he strode up to her and raised one foot. "Uhhhh!"
He was rubbing her tits with his toes, scraping his sole over her hard nipples. Natalie closed her eyes and shuddered. Even that light, awful touch made her feel another series of spasms rush through her pussy. What kind of girl had Jack turned her into? All that awful beating, that awful treatment, had turned her into a fucking machine!
"Man, gotta fuck this one now!"
Jeff knelt between her legs, spreading her knees apart. His cock stood straight out, staring at her like some awful one-eyed monster! She felt his fingers pressing into her soft white thighs. And all the time the cuffs and ropes pulled painfully at her wrists and ankles, holding her captive under Jeff's attack.
"Go easy with her at first, Jeff, or you're going to shoot off too fast with this one."
"Don't worry. This little girl and I are going to have some fun before I dump my load," Jeff promised, straddling Natalie and poking his fat, meaty cockhead against her cuntlips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Natalie was dizzy. The leather strap at her elbows was hurting her terribly while the cuffs seemed to tighten all the more around her wrists and ankles. The pain of the pulling tension throbbed in her head while the combined weight of her body and Jeff's seemed to be crushing the small bones in her arms. He was panting heavily against her throat, his knees spreading her apart while his fingers now busily squeezed her tits. His fingers fitted tightly around her tits, the palms pressing down while his fingertips pinched and tweaked her nipples.
Let them fuck her silly now. But soon her father would be home. In spite of what Jack said, her father would believe her. She was his little girl, his little princess. Undoubtedly he had given Jack the right to care for her, thinking his good friend was honest. What a story she would have for her father when he returned! Jack would be sorry to be alive!
"Oooooofffffff!"
His hands slipped to her shoulders now, pressing down painfully as he mounted her. Natalie twisted her head to one side, the leather straps against her cheeks nearly choking the air from her nostrils. The girl could feel the spongy, meat cockhead squeezing in between her outer cunt labes. The full-fleshed lips peeled back, stretching paper-thin from the pressure. Jeff shuddered, his fingers cupping her narrow shoulders while his knees spread her more widely apart. There were several tentative jabs, then she felt his heavy balls swinging up against her ass. The girl stretched her fingers forward, hoping to feel those fat sacs as the big stud hunkered down a little more.
Her spine arched, curving as much as it could against the ankle-and-wrist binding ropes. Jeff pushed down and forward a little harder now, working his thick-muscled hips from side to side. Natalie grunted, a moan escaping from around the choking latex gag. Her cheeks puffed out, then sank in as she fought for breath against her tightening chest. Jeff shook his head wildly, knocking off beads of perspiration. Natalie grunted again from the effort. How her legs and arms and wrists hurt!
"Uhhfhhfhfhfffff!"
"Goddamn! She's really wet down there! Man, it's like she hasn't been fucked for a year!"
"And she just got through cummin' with this Goddamned poker!" Jack said, laughing while watching his friend fuck the teen.
"Uuuuuhuuhhhh!"
Jeff was going to work in earnest now. He pushed down with his hairy ass, his cock slurping in. Natalie could feel the wide prick head working inside, shoving down, down into her belly. As the cockhead slipped inside her, Natalie's outer labes closed tightly over it. Jeff smiled at the resulting tension, giving her several short, sharp hunches. Natalie threw back her head at each one, wriggling against the ropes binding her.
"Ohhhhhh, yeahhh ... yeahhh, this little one's hotter 'n a mink!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Careful she doesn't burn your cock off with her cunt."
"She can fry my cock up any day," he replied, sending yet another thick, meaty inch of his cockmeat into Natalie's cunthole.
"Ohhhhfhhfffff!"
Jeff was working his hips around so the girl could feel his cock trenching out her pussyhole. She groaned again, thinking her pussy would catch fire from the hot, fucking friction. She could feel his cockshaft disappearing inch by thick, throbbing inch. He didn't go deep at first but it was enough to drive the girl mad.
"Go for it, man."
Cock. Fucking. Cunt. The words echoed through her confused mind as Jeff drove deeper into her. His fingers grabbed for her tight nipples again, rubbing them back and forth, pinching them until the teen thought they were going to explode. He had her caught with his hands, his legs, his prick. She was under him, roped into submission, the bonds hurting her. And all the while he was fucking her witless!
"Good hot fuckin', baby. Oh yeahhh, good hot ass and pussy!"
Natalie felt her ass catch fire along with her pussy. All the nerve-endings in her asshole clenched shut when she scraped one fingernail along the gray/pink wrinkled outer flesh. It was so odd how the ropes and cuffs added to the fucking! Rolling around as much as she could, loving the restraining feeling those bonds gave her, Natalie wanted all his cock inside her. She felt the pressure in her pussy becoming more and more intense as Jeff shoved his cock in deeper! He was panting more heavily now, perspiration dripping from his face onto her belly.
"Yaghhfhfhhfffff!"
His prick rod shoved through the tight, slippery cunthole, his cockhead cooking in her hot oil. Her cunt clutched, released, then cinched down again, making the big stud gasp. Jeff stopped a while, working his hips from left to right, stirring his cock around in her pussy. Natalie cried out, the cords sticking out on her throat. Her clit was on fire! The tiny sex spindle was throbbing, sending sparks showering into her cunt! He was purposely keeping his cock in constant contact with her clit, stimulating the tiny organ again and again while shoving yet more inches into her sucking, swallowing pussy.
"Oh yeah, fuck it out, Natalie, fuck it out," Jeff moaned, humping his cock faster and harder into her sucking cunt.
"All of it's goin' into you, Natalie. Jack was right. You're one hell of a hot little fuck," Jeff panted.
"Unnnfnfnnffff!"
Natalie felt the rushing of his cock as it tore through her tight, wet cunt. Before she knew it, he was hammering steadily, rhythmically against her clit. This time Jeff didn't stop. He kept going, slamming his hips down harder and faster. Her body shook at each fucking blow. The girl grunted through the latex gag, her cunt being stretched wide open by the working strokes.
"Go for it, man, go for it! I want that little bitch fucked good," Jack whispered.
"Yeah, fucked. That's what's happenin', man. She's being split ... uhhh ... wide open by my cock!" Jeff answered.
Somewhere deep inside her body Natalie felt her cunt exploding. It was happening all over again. She was going to cum with a prick deep in her body. Her pussy tightened up, her muscles clenching around his trenching cock.
"Fuck it out, fuck!"
Jeff held onto her tightly, his fingers bruising her flesh. The thick tube running through his cock was getting ready to take the jizz from his balls and blast it into her body. Natalie nearly fainted from the tension rushing through her body.
Natalie felt his cock throbbing inside her, her cunt trembling and grabbing around it. And then ... and then there were hot jets of something sticky and thick and scalding hot spraying up against her cuntal walls. Jizz! Cum! Jeff was shooting, drowning her pussy with his spunk!
"Uhhfhhfhfffff!"
His jizz burned into her. She lost control, pitching against Jeff, against the ropes holding her ankles to her wrists. Pain somehow mixed with pleasure again as she felt her cunt exploding.
"Cum on, baby, cum," Jeff encouraged, licking his tongue deep in one of her ears.
Natalie felt him pushing his body down onto hers and holding it there while more of that sticky white glue spurted out from his cockhead. There was a moment of white-hot madness, then the end seemed to come.
Natalie's body trembled and jerked, her ankles and wrists tugging against one another while her clit caught fire. She was climaxing, cumming with that shooting prick deep inside her cunt. And all the while the ropes held, tugging at her arms and legs, keeping her in place while Jeff finished his orgasm.
"Man, you were right on the money with this one," Jeff said to Jack, shaking the perspiration from his forehead.
"Yeah, fuckin' little slut's got one hell of a hot cunt!"
Natalie shuddered, feeling Jeff's cock slowly withdraw from her cunt. Her muscles still contracted, trying to grab hold of the retreating prick.
What a little slut she'd become! She hated herself for being so open about her feelings. But how could she conceal them around Jack? He knew how to play her. He knew how to excite her, how to arouse her feelings she had never guessed existed in her body. And now he had a friend, Jeff, and this new man was quickly learning how to do the same things? Images of her being passed from man to man for pleasure drifted through her confused mind as Natalie lay on the floor, jizz oozing from her cunt.
"Now, Jeff and I got some business to discuss," Jack said, rubbing one toe over her tit, then kicking Natalie lightly in the right side. The girl grunted, fighting for air as the blow knocked the wind from her lungs. "You're not gonna go anywhere for a while. But this is just to make sure."
Jack slipped his hands under her arms, dragging the moaning girl over the cold cement floor, then chaining her to the support column where she'd been abused earlier. Natalie lay on her left side, her arms and shoulders throbbing with the aching tension of being bound in that horrid position for so long. She was ready to beg them to let her go, but Jack walked away, not even looking back at her while Jeff sauntered up the steep wooden stairs to the kitchen. Soon she heard the door close softly at the top of the steps and she was alone, abandoned, perhaps forgotten in this terrible hole.
Natalie whimpered, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks, running over her nose and chin. She bit down against the rubber ball in frustration. Moving her thighs a little, she could feel the slippery rub of her cum-smeared cuntlips against one another. It was awful! She had let them do all these terrible things to her and still she wanted more! The guilt rushing over her matched the pain and fear still pulsing in her brain.
More than once the teen had tried to deny the feelings that had obviously taken her over. She wanted to think the men were forcing her into this, that Jack and now Jeff had bound her because they were afraid of her getting away. But that wasn't true. Natalie knew they enjoyed tying women up and doing these things to them. And she ... yes, she enjoyed the rope as well.
It was a terrible thing to admit. But the fire they had found burning feebly in her at the start now raged through her body. How Natalie loved the cuffs and ropes. How she enjoyed being "raped" again by those men.
It was with such thoughts that Natalie passed the time until the door at the top of the stairs opened again. She stiffened, her fingers cramping into two fists. She heard the heavy tread of the two men as they descended. Her heart contracted. There would be more pain, more fucking. Was it fear she felt, or something else?
"She's a little dirty," Jack commented, kicking her under the ribs once more with his toe.
"She's been through a lot," Jeff confessed, rubbing his right foot over her tit. Then he kicked her too, forcing the girl over on her ass.
Natalie winced. The pressure of her body weight against her tied wrists and ankles hurt her again. For a moment she thought she'd broken some of the small bones.
"Let's wash the little slut up, then," Jack concluded.
Jeff bent down and unfastened the rope holding her wrists to her ankles. Natalie sighed with relief, feeling her legs straightening painfully out in front of her. The muscles cramped, relaxed, then cramped again. But oh, oh, thank God she was finally free. And then Jeff slipped the cuffs from her ankles! It was almost too good to be true. She rubbed her ankles together slowly, feeling the chafed areas throbbing with pain. Blood drew back up into the muscle tissues, making the girl feel wonderful!
But were they going to let her go? Was Jeff through with her? Was Jack tired with her? Natalie felt something almost akin to disappointment when she thought of that.
"Now her arms. But leave her wrist manacled," Jack added.
The leather strap around her elbows loosened. That gave her some freedom of movement, although her ankles were still cuffed together.
But Natalie didn't mind. She rubbed her ankles against one another more quickly now, her toes tingling from the onrush of blood. The bondage was worth all this wonderful feeling.
Jack walked over to the gray porcelain double wash basin at the other end of the cellar, screwing two long brown hoses into two different spigots. Natalie paid little attention to him focusing on the relief she felt from being at least partially released from her ropes and cuffs.
"Stand up, Natalie," Jeff said.
The blonde teen struggled to get to her feet. She lost her balance, letting out a sharp cry as she pitched forward.
"Gonna lose a nose if you do that again," Jeff laughed, reaching around and hauling her up to her feet. "There, stay like that while we fool around here."
Natalie waited. Again she felt her heart contract, the blood rushing through her body as she watched the two men fumbling around in the semi-darkness with the hose. When Jack turned around and faced her, the girl raised her chin. A scornful twitch jerked across her lips. She knew she looked absurd with that red ball gagging her mouth. But Natalie did her best to look proud, defiant. It was a look that suited her, she knew, and one that excited her as she faced her tormentors. "Uhfhhfhfhfffff!"
A hot blast of water crashed into Natalie's ribcage. They were going to hose her down like a pig taken to the market! She cried out in surprise as more of the scalding water washed up and down over her body. Natalie cried out, feeling her flesh heating up quickly under the uncomfortably attack. Her feet slid around under her on the wet, slippery cement. Some twenty feet to the right the water slid down in a river to a wide metal drain. The girl's tits flew out from her chest as Natalie tried to remain upright under the hot rushing water.
"She's doing real well," Jeff said, playing his spray around her ankles.
"Yeah. She's got spunk. But she can't last too long."
Jack was directing his spray on her tits, laughing as they raised up from her chest and rubbed up against her chin. Natalie was horrified at what the men were doing to her with those hoses. Turning around, she tried to hide from the water. But Jack directed his spray right at her asscrack. The pressure made her asscheeks flutter, then spread. When she felt the hot tongue of water licking into her ass, the girl let out another gasp, wheeling around and nearly losing her balance.
Damn them! she thought, wishing she could spit in their faces. Jeff moved his stream away from her ankles for just a moment, bringing it back when Natalie seemed to be off-guard. The strategy worked. With a cry Natalie lost her balance, pitching backward heavily and falling on her ass on the floor.
"Uhfhhfhfhhfffff!"
They had her where they wanted her. Helpless, lying on the floor, Natalie waited for the next blow to her pride-and her body!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Natalie rolled onto her belly, trying to keep her cunt away from the stinging, hot spray. Jack and Jeff grew silent, playing the hot water up and down her body. Panting heavily, Natalie struggled to her feet again. Jack moved his spray around, catching her ankles and knocking her to the concrete a second time. She fell on one knee, then toppled back on her ass. Jeff moved quickly, directing his stream right at her crotch. The girl let out another muffled shout, her knees jerking up to her tits.
She could feel the stinging droplets landing on her clit. The girl scrunched up, tucking her feet under her ass while Jeff kept playing the hard-hitting gush of water around her crotch. Again Natalie tried standing up, bending one leg under her asscheeks and pushing up. But the floor was too slippery for her to get a firm grip and she toppled back again, landing hard on her tailbone. A sliver of pain shot up to her brain, numbing the girl for several seconds.
"What's the trouble, Natalie? Having trouble standing up?"
"She's old enough to walk," Jeff laughed. "Hell, she's sure old enough to fuck."
Natalie glared at the two men. The ball pressed back against her molars, nearly choking her as she struggled for breath. Her arms ached as she tried again and again to pull them from the restraining cuffs. If only she could get free! Then she could fight off the water toying with her clit! Then she could fight them.
Jack moved his stream back down to Jeff's. The double stinging stream struck her crotch. A flash of sexual fire suddenly erupted between her cuntlips. Natalie couldn't believe the power of that sensation. It took her breath away!
"Oh yeah, baby, go for it. Man, she's fuckin' the stream," Jack commented.
"She's going for it, just like she went for my cock! She'll fuck anything if it's big enough," Jeff added.
Natalie could hardly hear their pride-stinging words. She rolled back onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the moving streams. She couldn't let them watch her cum again-not like this.
Her long blonde hair tangled around her throat, feeling as if it were going to strangle her. Jack moved his stream of water slowly along her thighs, watching the flesh redden. Natalie groaned when he directed the spray on her left tit. Then, when she rolled over a little more, he slipped the water up to her throat and chin. He was drowning her with the stream, the water washing hard and fast into her nostrils! She coughed, the gag preventing her from breathing properly.
Terror-stricken, Natalie half-crawled, half-snaked across the wet cement to the wall. Jack anticipated her move, directing the stream against the cinderblocks in front of her. The ricocheting stream smashed in her face, blinding the girl while filling her nasal passages.
Natalie coughed, nearly vomiting against the ball while wheeling around and lying on her ass. Her chest tightened until it ached while she fought for breath. For a moment the girl thought she would surely choke on her own spittle. Finally Jack and Jeff moved the stream away for a moment and she was able to regain her breath.
"Uhhhhhhfhhffff!"
Natalie was fighting to get the coils of hair untangled from around her throat. Jack shot the water up between her thighs again, playing with it. He moved the stream up to her belly button, then back down to her cunt while Jeff concentrated his stream on her tits. Natalie perspired heavily as she dug her heels against the slick concrete and scooted back toward the wall. Instinctively the girl found herself hunching against the fucking stream. The blast of hot water against her long thighs and cunt was like a huge tongue. Jeff moved his stream back, aiming it right at her asshole.
"Ennnfuuufffff!"
Natalie gasped through the gag, her slick body sliding over the floor again. Shame and disgust at her own weaknesses made the girl come back to life. She fought the hot tightness throbbing between her legs, rolling away from her tormentors. She didn't dare turn to face the stream, remembering the choking sensation of the water streaming into her nostrils, blocking her air passages. She tried to remain sideways, her ass now taking the brunt of the stream. Her asscheeks jiggled under the steady attack of the double stream. At times Jack directed the water up her thighs, nearly sending the full force right into her asshole. Natalie screamed and jammed her knees tightly together and hunching back.
Jeff now stepped around the floor, throwing back the hose behind him. He was nearly in front of her now while Jack remained behind her. They had her trapped! Natalie groaned, trying to keep her face and tits and cunt away from the heavy streams. But it was impossible. She rolled on the floor, all the muscles in her body working as she struggled to keep from drowning.
"Uhghhhfhhfffff!"
Natalie blinked, looking out toward the two men. Her cunt ached and throbbed with tension. Narrowing her eyes, she noticed that small clouds of steam rolled from waist-level toward the ceiling. It was almost like being trapped in a steamroom. She could see Jack and Jeff laughing at her, playing with the hoses. Natalie groaned and rolled over, wishing once again she could use her hands to protect herself.
"Go on, honey, that's it, roll around," Jeff shouted above the hissing rush of the water. He was playing the stream now around her thighs, making the resilient flesh tremble under the wet friction.
Natalie was panting from excitement. She turned her face away from the men and another blast of water to her ass sent her spinning backward. In a second she was halflying against the wall behind her. Jack began playing his water around her tits, hefting them up and pressing them against her chin, laughing at the tricks he could perform with the water. She turned her head away and began weeping as Jack played the hose from her tits to her cunt, then back to her tits again.
The incredibly heavy rush of hot water on her clit-zone and asshole made her hips rise and fall. The girl cried out in a mixture of shame and lust, nearly swallowing that awful rubber ball still affixed in her mouth. With another sobbing moan Natalie let her bent knees fall open. She tried to stop the wild growth of her cuntal heat by rolling onto her sides but Jack and Jeff moved around, keeping the heavy rush of water tickling her clit. In the end Natalie gave up. There was no way she could stop them from having their fun at their expense.
The low clouds of steam in the cellar soon began to hide her from Jack's and Jeff's eyes. Natalie gnawed at the rubber ball. They were going to see her cumming if she didn't hide her face and body from them, she could sense that. Natalie could feel the hot tension puckering up her cuntal walls and her thigh flesh was getting hot and tense.
Yes! She was going to cum. She was going to climax with that water hosing into her cunt! She prayed Jack and Jeff would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop anything they did to her until her climax tapered off.
"Nfnnfnffff!"
Natalie twisted her hips around, looking for more pressure from the stream. It was starting to feel more and more exciting. She grunted heavily through the gag, her eyes closing as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt. Oh yes, yes! It was happening now! The girl drew her knees together, tucking the ankles under her ass while feeling her cuntal lips rubbing together. The added friction near-ly brought her off!
Jeff swept that hot stream down from her tits to her pussy and Natalie growled. She wanted to feel that wonderful sensation again. She needed that throbbing, vibrating release that would rip through all her muscles. Grinding her teeth against the ball, the girl tried to force the peak of excitement to sweep over her.
"Unnfnfnfnnfnnfffff!"
Jack moved the water down from her pussy to he toes, then back up to her tits. It was as if he wanted to keep her hanging there purposely! But then he dropped the water back down to her cunt. Oh, oh, she was soaring higher than before! Jack was taking careful aim with his hose now. The movements were adding to the erotic rush of sensations soaring through her body. Natalie was certain her orgasm would begin soon.
"Man, she's ruttin' hard now," Jeff said, keeping his hose on her asshole.
Natalie was hunching back and forth, spreading her asscheeks to get the maximum amount of water tingling from his hose. Slowly he began walking toward the wash basin, his eyes studying the girl all the while.
"Yeah! She's gonna cum right now if we don't do something about it!"
Again the hose blasted its stream over her belly and onto her tits. Natalie felt the water toying with her hard nipples longer this time. She kicked out with one leg, feeling the resulting tension teasing against her clit. She fought to have that water back in her cunt but Jack was purposely keeping the stream away from her cunt once again. The full underswells of her tits throbbed excitingly under the caressing warm water as Natalie squirmed and wheeled around under the hot stream.
"Mmmfmfmmfmffff!"
The girl thought she would go crazy with sensations. Jack moved the water back to her cunt again. Natalie's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she kicked both legs high in the air once more. She was leaning back on her tailbone, her tits slapping wetly against her heaving chest. Jack was aiming the water right in her cunthole now. Natalie had her head all the way back, a scream erupting from around the tight-fitting gag. It was wonderful, savage! It was as if Jack were mouthing and kissing and tonguing and sucking her whole cuntal mound. She wheeled around again, her ankles striking the cinderblock wall behind her. In a moment she was facing her tormentors, the water slicking down her thighs, then splashing back into her cunthole.
"Mmmfmmfffff!"
Jack played the water between her spread thighs now, the stream barely touching her clit. Only the softer, reflected drops hit the swollen, red tissues. Natalie levered her ass up, the muscles pressing out against her wet thigh flesh. She spread herself open for the invading stream and she could feel the vulgar thrill of the water against the puckered ring of her asshole. Jeff was squatting down now while taking careful aim at her asshole. If only they would aim a little higher, move that stream up so the water would catch her in the ass and cunt!
"Uhhghhghhhhh!"
The force of the water aroused every inch of her body. Natalie tugged at the cuffs still holding her wrists together. If only she had her hands free! Then she could bring them down to her crotch and begin to finger-fuck herself. Yes, she would do that even in front of these men. In fact, the thought of touching herself like that in front of Jack and Jeff sent another rush of excitement scorching through her veins! How they would pant after her, wishing they could touch her while she sawed her fingers in and out of her dripping pussyhole!
Her hips rolled and circled about, looking for that last bit of sensation from the hose. The thought of fingering herself had finally put her on the brink of climax. Natalie panted hard, her face assuming that hard, concentrated look. She breathed heavily, her chest tightening. She was almost there. Just another inch, just another push and she would be tumbling into orgasm!
Jeff and Jack realized that too. Wanting to keep her in suspense as long as possible, Jeff moved to the basin and shut off his hose for a second. Reaching over, he slipped on the cold water, letting the stream wash the remaining hot water from his hose before aiming it down at the terrified girl. The jolting blast of cold water hit her pussy dead center now and Natalie's eyes widened while her scream echoed through the room. The hot stream was blasting into her face while her cunt clenched down like a tight fist. She could almost hear the slapping of the sensitive membranes against one another as the icy stream played about her inner thighs!
"Oh yeah, yeah, she's really feelin' it," Jack said.
"What's the matter, babe? Thought you were gonna cum, eh? We're not going to let you!"
Natalie groaned, chomping down on the rubber ball and wishing she could scratch off their faces. She had been so close, so very close. And then Jeff had done this to her! It seemed as if the icy stream flowed out even hotter than the hot. Both of them played over her body now but the cold stream always came back to her cunt.
She was sucking in air, her throat and chest threatening to strangle her. The freezing water had immobilized her pussy. It held it at the unbearable height of each throbbing pulse for seconds at a time! The girl screamed once again. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing wave of her climax until the freezing blast moved from her cunt.
When it finally blasted across her tits Natalie thought the cold would kill her. She fought with all her strength to grab one short breath to fill her lungs. Her chest spasmed, fighting against the chill of the second hose. She could hear Jeff and Jack laughing at her distress, watching her crawl around the floor like some rat while they tormented her. She squirmed around again, her cunt spasming, then freezing into one position as the cold water iced down her cunt once again.
Natalie felt herself totally out of control. If only the water would ease off! Then her climax could resume and she would be all right. The men could have their fun and she could find the relief she needed.
"Man, come on, let's let 'er cum. I wanna see this little slut make it again! She's something else when she hits climax!" Jeff argued.
Cum! Cum! The word echoed through her head as the throbbing pulse between her shivering thighs seemed to increase. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her rest. She kicked and wheeled and bit and screamed as the awful tension built. Natalie felt her belly swell. It was almost as if she had gorged herself. But that was only the pressure building between her legs!
"Nnfnnfnnfnffffff!"
The girl writhed on the floor, agonized by the cunty attack on all her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to get control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the laughter and the curses from the two sadists. She beat her legs against the cold cement floor now while her tits jiggled hard against her chin. She rolled over, feeling the two streams blasting against the spasming us ring of her asshole. Natalie struggled to her feet, trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own reaction.
"Unnfnnfnnfnnffff!"
Her skin was painfully tight and the goose bumps of her nipples hurt. The wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each nipple hurt from the compressing flesh inside. Natalie snaked her body to the wall, still trying to get away. Jack forced the water up between her shoulders and she cried out again, feeling the room turn dark all around her.
"Man, she's doing it! She's cumming!" Jack said, pointing to the writhing girl.
"Yeah, and man, it's knockin' her out."
Natalie screamed out several more times, feeling the water licking back into her cunt and asshole. And then she moaned then passed out, bathed in a comforting darkness.
CHAPTER NINE
Natalie's head lolled about. She caught a glimpse or two of the overhead light globes. Someone was carrying her across the basement floor. Her body was still moist from the water and the perspiration generated by the power of her climax. The girl couldn't believe she had cum that hard! Jack and Jeff thought she was still unconscious and she let them still think that. The girl closed her eyes again, noticing they had taken the ball gag from her mouth ane had released her wrists.
"Let's keep her inside till he gets here. He just called," Jack said.
Natalie wondered about this new person. Another of Jack's friends? She needed time, time to rest from this insane torment. She had to have a few moments to herself to regain some control over her raging mind or else Natalie felt certain she would go mad with grief and shame.
"Okay, she'll be all right. She's still out," Jack said, lowering the girl to the floor.
"Yeah. Man, she knocked herself out with her cum. I haven't seen that happen too much," Jeff added, lowering her legs to the cellar door.
"She's something else, all right. Come on. Let's roll the bitch in."
It was the fruit cellar. She and her mother had used it at times when they were canning fruit. But since her mother's death, the room had remained empty. They pushed her body into it now, kicking her forward then slamming the door shut and locking it.
"Uhhhhh!"
The girl now groaned, drawing one hand over her face and pushing her wet, tangled blonde hair from her eyes. It was pitch dark!
She drew herself into a small ball and huddled there. It was so cold and damp. "Ohhh, Daddy."
Natalie whispered those words, blinking away her hot tears. She would have to be strong to survive this and when her father came home, he would read them the riot act. She clenched her fists in anger, feeling the broken nails biting into her damp palms. Her father would show them. They would all pay for this! They would pay for having humiliated her, degraded her, fucked away her innocence and driving her half-mad with the sexuality of her own body! Natalie knew she would never be the same.
She rubbed her upper arms briskly with her fingertips, wondering if she could ever recover. Thoughts echoed through her mind as she scooted back, her bare ass shivering against the cold damp floor while her spine rested against the hard, scratchy cinderblock. It was cruel to keep her here. But better this place than thrashing under Jack's hard body or fighting off Jeff's prick.
Natalie felt another rush of delight through her cunt. Just thinking about those men was doing this to her! She shook her head, running her fingers through her long, wet, blonde hair.
What had they done to her? God in heaven, what had they done to her?
Resting her head on her knees, Natalie sat there for a long time. She listened to a steady trickle of something coming from another end of the cellar. The darkness had always had a particularly terrifying grip on the girl and now she heard strange sounds all around her. She moaned softly, drawing her legs more closely up against her tucked-in ass and whimpered.
More moments passed and no one came for her. Perhaps they had left. Another kind of panic seized her. What would become of her if they left her to rot in this terrible place? She unlocked her fingers from around her knees and moved forward, stretching her arms out in front of her gingerly. The skitter and pause of some small animal made her draw her hand back fast. A rat? She moaned, huddling back into that ball once more, waiting for Jeff and Jack to come.
Natalie had no idea how long she stayed in that terrible cellar. An hour? Two? She had nearly given up hope that anyone would ever come back for her when she heard the heavy tread of footsteps down the stairs. The men! They were back, and with reinforcements! Natalie drew back against the corner, feeling her flesh crawl.
Jack was laughing. She could hear that basso voice through the thick wooden door. Jeff said something then there was the rattling of chains and the sound of a key clicking through the keyhole. Natalie shivered.
"There she is."
"Ohhhhhh!"
The sudden light blinded her for a moment. But there was no mistaking the third man standing just behind Jeff. Those laughing eyes. That smile! It was her father!
"No, no, no!"
Natalie shook her head violently from left to right. Perhaps she had been wrong. Perhaps it had been some moment of temporary madness. Squinting her eyes and peering through the light, she looked again. Yes, it was her father. He was standing there, a slight smile on his lips. It was the same kind of smile that had made her shudder when she'd seen it on Jack's and Jeff's lips!
"Hello, kitten."
She scrambled up from her squatting position, feeling a warm sensation of relief washing over her. Her father! He was here, here to save her! Rushing past the two men standing on either side of the doorway, Natalie threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his warm coat. She felt so safe, so secure. He had come to take her away from these fiends. Now he would punish them as they had punished her.
"Oh, Daddy! They did such terrible things to me," she sobbed, the tears washing from her eyes once more. "They hurt me and ... and ... "
"Fucked you?"
Natalie felt as if someone had touched her with a live wire. She would never have thought her father would use a word like that. She pulled back, tilting her head and staring into his lovely blue eyes. There was a hardness there that she hadn't ever seen before! She braced her fingers against his hard-muscled chest, staring curiously at her father. Something was terribly wrong. Turning, she looked at Jack and Jeff. They weren't running away or fumbling for some explanation in the face of her outraged father. In fact, her father seemed far from outraged!
"Daddy ... I ... I don't understand this," Natalie stammered.
"It's simple, honey," he said, smoothing his big hand over her naked back. "Jack and Jeff are both very important clients of mine."
Natalie shuddered as her father's hand drew near her waist. Jack and Jeff sneered. He brought his hand back up to her shoulders and held her tightly. The teen began to breathe somewhat harder.
"I thought they would ... well, enjoy being with you for a while," her father said.
Natalie screwed up her eyes, not believing what she was hearing. "You mean ... you mean you planned for all this to happen?"
Her father let out a little bored sigh, puffing out his cheeks.
"You wanted them to do this to me?" she asked, her voice hardening and growing shriller. "They fucked me! They hurt me. And you wanted them to do it?"
Her father had no answer but his grip on her shoulders tightened. He was holding her now at arm's length. A stern look shadowed his ruggedly dark, handsome face.
"You listen to me, Natalie. There are times when we all make sacrifices and this is one of them. The money and the contracts were just too much for me to let go. Besides, you had to grow up some time. Why not now ... with them?"
"This is ... is horrible," Natalie whispered, drawing away from her father.
She had one hand pressed to her trembling lips. She shook her head from side to side slowly, still not believing what she'd heard. But there it was. She had heard her father say that he'd sold her, his own daughter, so he could make a business killing!
"Come on, Natalie. Come on, it's not the end of the world," Jeff coaxed.
"Yeah, come on. We've got some more shit for you to play with."
"No, no!"
She had had enough. This was the final straw. Her father! Her own father had staged this macabre play for his own benefit. He could play out the part himself. She was leaving.
"No!"
Natalie wheeled around, bolting for the stairs. Jack and Jeff reached out for her but she had managed to dodge them both, finally reaching the steps and starting to climb up.
But her father caught her by the wrists and Natalie pitched forward, her forehead striking the edge of one of the steps. She felt his hand tugging at her right arm, pulling her down. Her knees scraped along the steps and she knocked her head against the handrailing as Greig Dejoune hauled her to the cellar floor.
Natalie knelt on the cold cement, sobbing hysterically while her father gripped her shoulders.
"Get a grip on yourself, Natalie. This is for your own good. You'll be getting the money I make now some day," he whispered, pushing back her blonde hair. "Think of it that way."
"Hey, come on, Greig. She's your daughter. Why don't you get in on the fun?" Jack encouraged, scratching his rising prick.
"Yeah, man. I've read all that business about guys wantin' to fuck their own daughter. Come on and get a piece. She's hotter than a Goddamned steam iron when she's stoked," Jeff added, his lips curling into that leering smile.
Greig scratched his chin, looking down at he trembling naked teen. "You know, maybe that's not a bad idea," he said with a smile.
The girl felt sick to her stomach. She could have spit at them all!
"When you stick your cock into her she practically cries!" Jack sneered.
"She almost puked with excitement when I started fucking her. Little bitch's too much! She's got some of that horniness you've got, Greig," Jeff said, slapping his buddy on the back.
Greig only smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. Natalie stared up at her father once again, this time a look of undisguised horror and disgust in her eyes. He was going to do it! He was going to misuse her just as these men had! She shook her head violently from side to side, her blonde curls bobbing up and down and splashing across her throat.
"No! No! No!"
It was a horror too great to believe. She felt someone scooping her off the floor. Her father? She twisted away, beating her fists into his face. The girl heard a curse.
"Damn!"
She backed away, stumbling over her own feet for a moment, then regaining her balance. Through her tears she saw someone advancing. He looked like a demon risen from hell. Blinking away the drops, Natalie saw it was her own father!
"Come here, Natalie."
The voice was firm. Then he lurched toward her, making the girl shriek and jump back.
"Come on, Natalie, come to your father," Greig said, curling his fingers toward himself.
"No, no, I won't!"
The young teen drew her upper arms over her tits, hiding her nipples from her father. At the same time she covered her pussy with her hands. She had been cruelly violated and fucked but this was simply too much for her to handle. Incest! And in front of these leering men! Natalie cried out, stepping to the right quickly when her father lurched again.
But this time Greig was ready for his daughter. He moved just as deftly, taking hold of her long hair. Natalie could feel the roots tearing from her scalp as her father pulled back more cruelly. He was laughing at her now, twisting the strands between his fingers and yanking back.
"Aghghghhhhhhh!"
Natalie saw stars exploding behind her eyes. The pain was terrible. Her hands shot out in front of her, the fingers curling uselessly in the air. He was pulling her back, back until she was pressed against his naked belly. Her eyes widened, the lines in her forehead straightening from the pulling pressure against her hair. She yammered loudly, begging her father to let her go. All she heard in response was his heavy breathing. He was hurting her and enjoying her pain. And yes, he was going to fuck her. The girl could sense that as he rubbed his hands over her naked belly. Natalie let out a shuddering groan.
Still gripping her hair, he slid two fingers down to her pussy. Natalie wept freely, her knees bending slightly as her father moved in behind her. She could feel something terribly hot and hard pressing up against her naked ass. His cock! He was purposely rubbing his groin against her plump ass while his hand slipped freely through her tangled blonde cuntal curls.
"Nooooo!"
Suddenly Greig curled his fingers, sticking the two of them fast into her cunt. Natalie's face whitened, her jaws slackening as she felt those cruel invading digits slip into her cunt-hole. He scraped the fingers around and around, the knuckles brushing up against her clit. Natalie shook mightily, kicking back against him. Inadvertently she was rubbing her ass faster and harder against his prick. Greig moaned, holding her more tightly while his fingers gouged against her cuntal walls.
His fingering was doing wild things to her! Natalie felt her belly muscles cramping while her cuntal muscles cinched down on the invading fingers. She yelped again, kicking back at her father's legs. She hoped to knock him away so she could scramble back up the stairs to safety but there was no escape. Greig held his daughter too well. In a moment Natalie found herself grinding her hips hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. While Jack and Jeff gloated at the scene, she threw herself against her own father's hand.
"See, Greig? She keeps screaming she doesn't want to get fucked, but man she turns on like hell once you stick something into her cunt."
"She takes after her mother," Greig muttered, rummaging around in his daughter's pussy.
Natalie sobbed, jerking hard against her father. She couldn't fight the feelings rising within her. She was so excited, so aroused by the fact that her father was doing this to her that she accidentally pissed onto his hand.
"Damn!"
Jack laughed while Jeff sneered down at the trembling girl.
"Man, she's so fuckin' happy to see you she's pissing all over herself!"
Cursing again, Greig jerked his hand out of her cunt then moved it up. He was trying to shove those soiled fingers in her mouth! Natalie ground her teeth together, jerking her head away from his smelly fingers.
"Suck it ... eat your own piss!"
When she kept refusing, Greig reached down and squeezed her ass hard, shoving one knee against her lower back. Natalie groaned and her mouth opened, her back leaning against her father. That was all her father needed.
"Uhhhghghhhhh!"
"Man, do it to her! Shove your fist down the little cunt's mouth!" Jeff encouraged.
"Yeah, she doesn't deserve any better," Jack agreed.
Natalie moaned again. She gagged as her father shoved his fingers in her mouth. She licked them as he'd ordered, choking on the sour taste and the awful smell. Her father laughed, obviously pleased at the way the joke had turned out against her.
Greig tired of this game quickly, letting go of his daughter and then suddenly striking her asscheeks with the backs of his fingers. Natalie squealed, her ass jiggling against the blow. She lurched forward, jerking both hands behind her and rubbing her injured ass.
"So, they got to you this way too, huh?"
He was staring at the whip marks on her ass. There were long red welts crisscrossing her white flesh. Natalie sobbed, turning around and rubbing her hands over her ass. How she hurt from that blow! And it had come from her own father!
"I used to spank you a little. Now I'm going to redden that pert little ass with this," he said, holding his broad heavy hand in front of his face.
"Oh no, no!"
It was crazy! Natalie was looking at Jack and Jeff for help. But she knew nothing would help her. Her own father had her cornered and there was little she could do.
CHAPTER TEN
Her father slapped her again, this time th tips of his fingers barely grazing her chin Natalie stepped back, tier feet tangling wit one another. She looked at his eyes once more She could hardly recognize the man. He was savage beast now, aroused with anger and lust He was going to attack her the way she'd bee attacked before only this time the blows woul fall on her more cruelly because he was h father.
"Noooo!"
Natalie covered her face as Greig rushed toward her. But there was nowhere to run. Her father came up to her, pulling her hair once more, then finally slapping her to the floor. The blows stung both Natalie's cheeks and her pride. She sobbed at his feet, her hair curtaining her flushed face.
"Now, come on with me."
He was dragging her back, her heels bouncing against the cold floor. Natalie struggled, her heart and pulse racing crazily. There was a draft somewhere in the basement, making her flesh explode into goose bumps. Jack and Jeff were following, each one wondering what Greig was going to do next.
"Fuck her."
"Yeah, stick your cock into her. Every father wants to do that."
"Just what I'm gonna do. Hope you boys don't mind while I enjoy myself for a while."
He dragged her to the center of the basement then let her go. Natalie fell on her back but she quickly rose up, her hands thrust behind her. Looking up, she saw her father standing there, his cock pressing hard against the front of his trousers. He'd removed his shirt and t-shirt, having slipped off his socks and shoes earlier. Now he was fingering his fly.
"No, don't, Daddy! Please, don't do that!" Natalie cried.
But her father ignored her, pulling down his zipper. His cock was cradled in the fat pouch of his jockeys. Natalie swallowed hard, remembering how Jack and Jeff had fucked her. It was going to happen all over again but this time the fucking would have a terrible difference.
She wiggled away from her father, her eyes wide, focused on his cock, which was now standing straight out from his body. It was so long and thick, thicker even than Jack's and Jeff's. There was little wonder why her mother had been so happy while she was alive.
"Come on, baby, come on. I'm gonna make you feel all good and warm inside."
She shook her head back and forth again, feeling the cold of the cement floor even more against her hot flesh. Terror knifed through her. This was no nightmare-this was reality.
"No! No!" she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he approached.
"You're gonna feel my cock slipping right into your tight little cunt. I've wanted to do this for a long time, Natalie. I guess every old man wants to fuck his daughter at least once. Now I'm getting the chance-thanks to them."
"Please...."
"Here, warm up her ass the way I did," Jack said, tossing Greig his belt.
"No, not that ... oh no!"
Natalie watched in horror as Greig caught the black leather and looped it, then drew it over his head.
"Just like the old days. You remember, Natalie? When I came home, your mother would tell me all the naughty things you'd done and I'd take you over my knee and spank you. Remember? Sometimes I even used this," he said, tapping the belt meaningfully against one thigh.
"Bet you got a hard-on doing that," Jeff interjected.
"Sometimes," Greig said, shrugging. "I didn't know what was happening to me then. But I do now," he added, hauling the weapon down against his daughter.
"Agh!" she squealed.
THE END of the belt flashed out, chewing along her right hip. Natalie jerked her legs away, wheeling around and nearly striking her toes against the wall.
"Come on, Natalie, come on to papa," Greig said sarcastically. "No, I won't!"
She scooted away from him, rushing toward the two men in front of her.
"Back," Jack said, shoving her away with both hands.
Natalie staggered toward her father. The belt came down again, the thin leather this time biting the sensitive area between her asscheeks. The girl squealed a third time but she was starting to feel the heat turning into something much more intense, something more concentrated between her thighs. She felt her clit rise up from the surrounding wet flesh as he dodged the belting blows.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The tip caught the lower swell of her ass. Natalie stumbled, falling on her face. She didn't have the energy or will to get up. She lay there for several moments, listening to her father breathing. He slipped one foot under her thigh, turning her over. Natalie silently obeyed. She felt him drawing his leather belt over her cunt, then snapping it sharply up against her clit. Natalie jerked her legs up, her knees nearly hitting her tits. The pain bit into her cunt, making the muscles spasm terribly.
"Oh God!"
"He's not gonna help you here honey. Just me and the boys around."
Jack and Jeff sneered again as Greig threw down the belt and finished pulling his trousers all the way down. Natalie groaned, watching her father's cock come into view.
"Oh my God!"
She didn't move. Her father's prick swelled up, pre-cum glistening on the purplish head. Natalie let out another groan, scooting back a few inches. Perspiration rushed down either side of her father's nose, wetting his thick lips as he came to her.
"Now I'll finally fuck you. That's what I've been wanting to do all this time."
"No!"
"First I'm gonna fuck you down the throat. Then I'll take care of your cunt."
"No, no!"
Greig knocked away his daughter's flailing hands, crawling up until his knees were pressing sharply against her shoulders. She felt his balls brushing up against her chin. He wrapped his fingers around her hair again, tugging and tearing at the roots while jerking her head up from the floor.
"Suck."
Natalie reluctantly opened her mouth, feeling the pulling tension against her cheeks. Her father leaned forward, tearing at her hair while driving his prick all the way into her mouth.
"Mmmfmmffffff!"
The girl twisted her head this way and that, his plum-like cockhead bursting up against the slick, warm insides of her cheeks. The girl could taste something. His cum! Yes, she could taste that rather flat, bleachy-tasting cum washing over her tongue. Backing away, Natalie struggled to get her mouth off that cock but Greig had her firmly in his grip. He tugged her back, sawing his prick back and forth. He watched as his daughter's lower lip pouted outward whenever he drew out. There were times when he left only the fat, meaty head resting on her lower lip. He watched her then, telling her how to move her tongue.
"That's it, baby. That's it, honey. Come on, Natalie, suck me, suck your old man off. Uhhh, oh yeah, that's my girl!"
He tightened his hairy ass, sliding his cock back into her mouth.
"Hey, come on. You're gonna take all the action from us."
"You wanted to see a show-father/daughter act, right? Well, you're gonna see one-" Greig snapped at his buddies, losing his calm as he drew closer and closer to climax.
He knew he should pull out of his daughter's mouth. He knew he couldn't keep his cum in his balls with Natalie running her tongue up and down the full length of his cockrod. But somehow Greig couldn't stop himself. He kept rodding her, pulling his prick out only to shove it down all the way again. He groaned, watching his cockhairs bristle up against her nose. Moving forward a little more, his groin flattened her nose, the hairs tickling her nostrils teasingly.
Natalie felt elated, almost floating above the floor with delight. She shook the feeling from her mind for a moment. But the second her father jammed his cock all the way down her throat it came again. She could feel the fat prickhead working past her molars, down, down until it was trying to squeeze down her throat.
"Oh yeah, yeah...."
Greig half-closed his eyes, pumping his prick rhythmically into his daughter's mouth. Natalie tried pulling away again. Frothy spit foamed around the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks. Awful! Awful!
And all the while the men were leering at her, egging her father on in this horrible display of incest!
"Fuck it out, fuck it out!" Jeff chanted, rubbing his hard cock with one hand.
Natalie felt her father's cock slow down and finally come to rest against her tongue. She felt it throbbing up against the roof of her mouth, rubbing up next to her right cheek. The pre-cum was really oozing from his piss-slit now! She could taste the fluid as it washed over her tongue and throat.
"Yeah, that's good, real good, Natalie. That's my little girl."
Greig pulled his hard cock from his daughter's mouth. He rubbed the fat bloated head against her lips, then stood up rather shakily. He puffed out two deep breaths, getting himself back in control.
"We've gotta go," Jack said, glancing down at his wristwatch.
"Not before I have the little slut again," Jeff said, holding a restraining arm against his buddy.
"And then, the contracts," Greig said, his eyes flashing the greed that had driven him to all this.
Below them, Natalie shuddered.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"He's a skilled man, your old man."
"Yeah. He wrote the book on fucking."
"He's gonna plug you good. But not till we get our share."
Natalie looked from one man to the other. Once more she was in chains, her wrists cuffed behind her. Greig had supervised the whole ordeal. He stepped behind Natalie, drawing closer and rubbing his cock up against her ass. The girl flinched, feeling something like a sympathetic burning sensation explode in her cunt. Again she knew it was wrong to feel this but she couldn't help the sensations rioting through her body now. She was out of control. And now her father was saying something about putting her on the spike.
"Okay. You made that up for us the other day. We didn't use it 'cause we were too busy fucking her ourselves. But let's see what happens," Jack said, giving Natalie a strange glare.
Her father disappeared in the shadows for a moment. The blonde teen stood there, her tits rising and falling mightily on her heaving chest. She wanted to run but instead the girl stood there, watching as her father reappeared with what appeared to be a broom handle or something mounted on a broad disc. On closer inspection she saw there was a long, thick pink dildo topping a pole that was mounted on a circular platform. Wires were strung out from under the device.
"Nooooo!"
Jack and Jeff grabbed her while her father positioned the device in front of her. "Get her on it."
Jack wrapped one arm around her right thigh, steadying his grip with his other hand and grabbing her left asscheek. Jeff was behind, gripping her left thigh and hauling her up while keeping her elbows well behind her shoulders. Natalie screamed and shouted, trying to kick her legs against the hands restraining her. Of course, there was nothing she could do. Both men held her tightly, drawing her over to the plastic cock. Natalie shrieked again, feeling the cold brush of the inanimate thing against her cuntlips.
They were lowering her down, down onto that horrid thing. Natalie suddenly stopped her thrashing, growing strangely quiet. She grunted through her clenched teeth, feeling the smooth brush of that prick against her cuntlips. Then she felt her outer labes starting to spread open. They gripped the fat thing as Jack and Jeff lowered her onto the dildo:
"Huhhhhrrrrrr!"
Natalie stiffened her back as the artificial cock spread her warm, velvety cunt tissues apart. There was something soothing, almost pleasant about getting fucked this way. A smile crept over the girl's lips as she felt her cunt being lowered onto the dildo. When they were through, Natalie found she was standing, almost on tip-toe. It was a masterpiece of torture. She couldn't lower herself any farther without really injuring herself. Her father walked up to her, squeezing her nipples until the girl squealed and rotated slightly on the rodding dildo. Natalie felt her cuntal muscles gripping the thing hard. "Let's attach her."
Jack and Greig moved around, pulling the black wires straight out from the device while Jeff drew a cord in from what appeared to be a small generator. Natalie tried standing taller, trying to get herself away that horrible dildo. But there was nothing she could do. Her father came up to her with two wire pincers, holding them open all the way. Natalie drew back.
"For your tits."
Before she could say anything he slipped the tiny clamps on her nipples. Natalie groaned, feeling the tiny cold teeth biting into the rubbery nubs. Her areolas wrinkled up around the cold metal while her thighs tightened up against the fucking device. Greig moved around to his daughter's ass, sliding a thin wire up into her shitter. Natalie gasped and slapped back behind herself at Greig.
"Careful, Natalie. You remember what kind of discipline I can give if I want to."
The warning had its effect. Natalie simmered down. She looked at her father, then let her terror slacken as the men plugged the wires and clamps into the generator. The machine was switched on and a steady low hum filled the room. Greig walked to the machine, studying the two brightly lit dials, then fingering one of them. The hum increased and Natalie let out a tiny gasp. A buzzing sensation filled her pussy, making the muscles contract. At the same time her nipples itched and her asshole winked shut. They were sending a low amount of voltage through those wires and up into her body through her cunt, ass and nipples. Natalie moaned and shivered, feeling her cunt itching. Instinctively she began to move her body up and down over the rigid pole, impaling herself. "Uhhhhh...."
Her father switched the thing even more. Her nipples began to throb against the biting clamps while her ass clenched, relaxed, then clenched again. Her bowels were starting to tighten and churn while her cunt winked shut on the dildo. What was happening to her?
"Ummmmm!"
The pinchers clamped on her nipples were increasing their hold now. Natalie twisted against them, feeling the rodding dildo spreading her farther apart. Her toes curled against the cold cement, several of the nails cracking from her body weight. And what was worse was the juice seeping from her cunthole and running down her legs like piss! She was aroused, fully aroused by this scene. Greig, her father, looked into her eyes and laughed.
"Like father, like daughter."
He turned up the dial some more. Natalie jerked, her body swaying dangerously from side to side over the dildo. The stand moved. Her temples throbbed and hurt as if she had a migraine. Her nipples were swelling up against the clamps while her asshole felt more and more clogged with that wire!
"No, no!"
Another higher setting. This time Natalie straightened up against the rodding dildo, bouncing up and down. She felt her clit sliding up against the slick surface of the artificial cock. It was so good, so exciting! She gasped, rubbing her wrists against the rope holding them together. Greig let out another laugh and moved the dial one notch higher.
"Uhhhhh!"
It was as if someone were slapping her tits, cunt and ass at the same time. The girl let out another cry, nearly falling to the floor. Her asshole tightened, recoiling from the biting electricity. A fist of air burst from her ass, nearly dislodging the clump of wires lodged in her bowels.
Greig cranked the switch a point higher. Natalie felt her body falling to pieces, coming unglued from the force of the electricity. Her tits and cunt and asshole were being ripped to pieces by flames she couldn't understand. Natalie wanted to cry out for help but all she could do now was wail in pain.
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
"One more notch."
She was writhing on the pole, somehow staying atop the rodding dildo while spinning around. The black wires bounced against her body and sweat glistened on her tortured flesh. Her lips were turning purple while her eyeballs rolled up into her head. Her nostrils flared when Greig cranked up the dial yet more.
"Eaghghghghghhhhh!"
The pain was enormous! At the same time the girl felt an orgasm erupt in her cunt. She was helpless to control the jerking in her snatch. Her climax showered all over her body, making all her nerve-endings stand on end. As she jerked and shuddered on the balling pole, Greig's prick jerked as well. He watched her, her face a blur as she whipped back and forth under the force of the juice.
With rapid hand movements, Greig shut the machine down. As his daughter slumped forward, barely able to stand up, her jerked the pincers free. She sobbed, tremors erupting in her cheeks. Her tits and ass and cunt spasmed while a strange warming sensation spread through her belly.
"Bitch!"
Greig slapped her, pulling his daughter from the pole and throwing her onto a sack of dirty rags near-by.
"Fuck her! Then it's our turn," Jeff said, watching with wide eyes.
"No!"
Feebly Natalie tried to keep her knees drawn together. But it was a useless gesture. Greig shoved her shoulders against the floor then spread her clenched legs apart with one knee. He was between his daughter's white thighs in a second. With both hands he spread apart her cunt labes, leaning forward and shoving his prickhead against her cunt.
Natalie cried, feeling her father holding her fast. His fingers moved up, squeezing her tits and nipples while his hips drove ruthlessly. He forced his cock in deeper and deeper, ripping through her bruised pussy. His blows stung her clit deliriously. The itching force of her climax continued, tearing through her body. Her father's fat cock drilled through her like a jack-hammer, filling and spreading her elastic pussy. "Ughhhhhh!"
And in a second she felt his cum boiling out of his cockhead, stinging her cuntal walls as he drove farther into her snug cunt. And soon it was over. He stiffened, pulling his cock from her pussy. Her sheath kept on trembling and shuddering while she sobbed, unable to look her father in the face.
"Now, you can have her," he said in a low voice.
They did-all night, fucking her in every position possible. There were times when they threw her back in the chains, dangling her from her ankles, then from her wrists. Jack fucked her. Then Jeff. Then Greig, pile-driving into her ass. Jeff had told her she wouldn't have one virgin hole in her body when they were through and by dawn it was true.
"Whew! Said I was going to leave a long time ago. But I wouldn't have missed all this for the world," Jeff said, now dressed and standing with his buddy at the front door.
Natalie, her wrists still bound, lay on the couch exhausted. She could barely hear them.
"Yeah, well, we'll be in touch," Jack said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
"And don't forget about those contracts," Greig added, pointing a mockingly warning finger at the two men.
He held the door open for a moment, closing it when the sound of a car starting filled the room. He turned, looking down at his helpless, naked daughter.
"Was it worth it?" she whispered.
Greig smiled.
"Fucking you was worth it. And there are going to be more. I know my clients and I know they're strange," he said, walking over to his daughter and sitting on the edge of the couch. "But that's something you've got to understand. We're one hell of a team, you and me, and we can clean up this town. I didn't tell you at first. I figured some time with Jack would take care of you. I can see you liked what happened."
Natalie nodded. What was the point of denying the obvious truth? She swallowed hard, wondering if her father would fuck her now. She was so tired.
"I'll let you sleep now," Greig said softly.
The girl sighed with relief.
"Then we'll try out some new things I have down stairs. When we don't have people over for ... uhhh ... business, we can still have fun ourselves."
Natalie knew she should be shuddering at his pronouncement. Her own father was talking like this to her! He should be ashamed. But drifting off to sleep, Natalie found herself actually looking forward to her father's quirks and fucking.
How strange, how every strange this life was. She sighed happily, snuggling down against her bonds and the couch and wondering what new devices of pleasure/pain she would endure under her father.
