Normal is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term perverse. What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose ones back to others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
Wendy Sterling outwardly appears to be an average American woman, yet behind the scenes she behaves in ways many would consider abnormal and perverse, a way that interests her teenaged daughter, too.
CHAINED AND SPIKED DAUGHTER-a novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. The story of one woman seeking to resolve her moral conflicts and find inner happiness.
--The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Uh ... tighter ... please, ohhh ... yes, tie it tighter!"
"You wanna strangle yourself on this shit, don'tcha bitch?"
Wendy Sterling arched her spine, wallowing her shoulderblades against the broad king-sized mattress as the big man kneeling between her legs finished knotting the half-inch line around her wrists. Drawing her arms back until her knuckles pressed against the back of her spine, he picked up a shorter length of rope with his free hand. The thirty-six-year-old woman lay naked on the bed, her hot, tight, blonde cunt, wet, swollen open with excitement as she felt the ropes biting into her skin.
This was a dream come true-a frightful, terrifying dream, but nevertheless one Wendy had been having over and over for the last two months. Now, struggling against the binding ropes, hearing the sound of the headboard clattering against the wall behind her, the panting blonde could only smile weakly, peering up heavy-lidded at the big-cocked stud overpowering her. She whimpered through her clenched teeth as he pulled her wrists and ankles together, looping the line around and around until he had bound them together.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"You wanted it all, baby. You said you wanted to be roped like some damned calf. Well, you got it. When old Jack's through with you, you won't be able to piss for a fuckin' week!"
She loved his filthy mouth, loved the way he was treating her. His big paw-like hand gripped her thighs, rolling back onto her ass. Her sensitive inner thigh flesh rippled with lust as she felt his fingers fanning over the skin, the jagged nails leaving long red marks. Tiny electric-like spasms rippled through her cunt, making the tiny muscles spasm and tense. More than once Wendy tried shutting her thighs, but the ropes held her open, the soles of her bare feet pressing together.
She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away-even if she wanted to. And the woman simply didn't want to! Oh God, God! Jack was more than his ad had revealed, so much more! Wendy sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the room reel around and around as she slid her plump yet firm ass back and forth on the dampening top sheet.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good...."
He was mouthing one knee and then the other, holding her open, his fingers getting closer and closer to her pussy. Wendy whimpered again, pushing her head into the crumpled pillow behind her, curling her toes together until they cramped. It had been so long since a man touched her down there! So long. For a while she had forgotten what it was like to be a woman. But now Jack was reminding her, his heavy hot breath panting against the base of her throat while his fingers slinked down toward her cunt.
"Yeah, hot pussy ... good hot cunt," he breathed, his black eyes glittering with wild excitement.
Blinking up at him, Wendy thought he was the perfect animal-tall, thick-muscled, obviously a weight-lifter with a full black beard and trimmed moustache and eyes that burned right into your soul!
Another series of spasms, these more powerful than the last! The woman writhed against the mattress, her wrists pulling at the ropes while Jack's fingers reached the first blonde curls of her whisper-soft cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh God!"
The contact was electric! Wendy threw her head from side to side, her groans gradually increasing until they were nearly screams while her body pitched and rolled like a ship in a hurricane. The mattress squeaked, the groans mixing in with hers. His fingers! Ohhhh, they felt so good, so very, very good as they stroked her labes. Wendy tensed her thigh and ass muscles, hunching up against the soothing, rubbing feeling of Jack's right hand. She could feel the hard skin rubbing over her clit, sending hot electric sensations shooting through her body, making her want more, making her want his-cock!
"Uhhhhh."
Her body was arched like a drawn bow, the cords sticking from her neck. Whimpering with unrestrained lust, Wendy strained against her hemp bindings again. They cut so deliciously into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound naked before that big stud in front of her made her heart pound faster and faster. Her nipples were hard and stiff, itching, begging to be kissed. As if he'd read her mind, Jack bent forward, bracing himself against her legs and stuck out his tongue. He was teasing her, barely touching the tip of her left tit with his tongue! Again Wendy struggled, hunching like a mad woman, wanting him to suck the whole thing, to bite her if necessary!
"Ohhhhh yeah, baby, you dig bein' sucked off that way, huh? Sure, you like havin' your tits sucked," Jack said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He was just looking down at her, watching the woman move frantically about, wanting more than just the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another.
"Ohhhh please, please...."
"Told you over the phone I'd have you beggin' for it. And there you are, baby, wantin' it all!"
"All ... yes, oh God yes, I want it ... want it," she whispered, her eyes blazing nearly as brightly as his.
"Then take it."
Jack bent down again, his thick, sensuous lips cupping around her left nipple. Wendy held her breath; her eyes grew wide, her jaw slackened. She felt the gentle nipping of his front teeth against her tiny nipple and the resulting outpour of emotion and sensation was indescribable! She tensed her body, her tits jiggling like mounds of pudding as Jack sucked hard.
The woman felt his teeth biting down harder, causing some pain and much pleasure. His tongue was continually swirling around and around, laving her tits down with spit. The biting, the slick movements of his tongue, the suction, everything was turning her into a mad sex fiend!
Wendy cried out again, her fingernails digging into her palms. So intense was her excitement that she didn't notice a slight movement at the bedroom door. Neither she nor her captor realized that as they engaged in their perverted sex, her young daughter Pam was standing there, one hand pressed against her mouth to keep from crying out. She had been there for nearly five minutes, her body leaning heavily against the door frame, her eyes wide, fixed on the naked, rolling, fucking couple.
"Oh, Mother," she whispered, feeling tingles crawl up and down her spine as she whispered the phrase. She couldn't say anything, couldn't let the guilty couple realize she was there observing them.
"You got it, bitch! Man, baby, your cunt's so fuckin' hot it'd fry up my cock."
"Oh God!" Pam cried, closing her eyes and feeling the hot tears welling up behind them.
Her mother had been acting strangely lately she knew. But this was something completely unexpected. Wendy was such a level-headed woman, especially after her husband had died. Pam had counted on her mother as being somewhat, well ... sexless, a person untouched by emotion.
She didn't know exactly why, but watching her mother now doing something as kinky as this, sent shivers through her body. Perverts and whores were into this kind of thing. But her mother, her staid, level-headed mother? Another shudder shook her body as she watched that man's prick stand straight up out of his crotch.
"Ever have somethin' this big up your pussy, baby? Ever had it stretched open with a splitter like my ol' cock?"
Wendy stared at the meaty thing, the fat, purple cockhead pulsing with excitement. An opaque drop of cum oozed from the big slit at the tip while the rope-like blue veins throbbed against the taut cockskin. No, she didn't think she'd ever imagined anyone had a prick like that-especially not her husband who had kept her more than satisfied during their marriage.
"No, oh God no," she panted, her nostrils burning.
"You're gonna have it. But first we're gonna spice up the action," Jack said, sucking on her other nipple, making Wendy cry out again, twisting her wrists in the ropes until her flesh turned pink.
Pam felt sick as she watched her bound mother submit to this animal. One part of her wanted to shout, to pound the door and break up this circus before it went further. But another, a more secret part, wanted to shut up and watch. For something odd was happening to Pamela Sterling, something that made her tender young tits swell up against her bra, something that made her even envy her mother twisting helplessly on the bed there.
How Pam wished her bra were off, that her hands were massaging the sore tips, or that his hands were doing that! It was awful to think that, but something in her mind was making her do it! Something was making her wish she could be on that bed with her legs tied up, her wrists bound, her body stripped of modesty as she writhed in heat, waiting for that man to-to fuck her!
"Ohhhh, Mother!"
That tingling sensation between her legs was starting to grow more intense, more concentrated, more heated as Wendy bucked her ass up and down now, so quickly beads of perspiration began to dot her forehead. She felt her knees growing weak, trembling against one another. The girl leaned more heavily against the molding, her hand slowly dropping from her lips and touching her swelling tits.
That hot tight feeling between her legs was like having a single drop of perspiration trickle its way through the fuzzy covering of her virginal, tight pussy! She wanted to moan as loudly as her mother there in the bed. But Pam kept her mouth shut, watching in breathless silence as that awful man continued to fuck her mother. If only someone would rub her hot, swollen, plump cuntlips! How they ached to be touched, touched like her mother's were being touched right now!
"Uhhhh...."
"Animal! Oh God, you're an animal ... an ... uhhhhh!"
"And that's just what you want, right, baby? You want some fuckin' animal to fuck you, to drive you right outta your gourd!"
"Uhhhh...."
Jack slid of f the bed for a second, stretching one hand down alongside the bed and unzipping a small black nylon bag he had brought with him. Wendy's eyes followed along, watching his fingers disappear between the shining silver teeth. Then she saw him bring up that long pink tubular thing. At first she didn't realize what it was but then the shape of a twelve-inch dildo presented itself to her. She gasped, her mouth opening wide while her heart beat so hard she thought it would crack her ribs!
"Almost as big as I am, baby ... almost," he joked waving the thing in front of Wendy's face like a flag.
"You can't be serious," she gasped, her eyes taking in the size, the length, and the thickness of that horrible thing.
"Oh yeah?"
His eyes narrowed as he licked his tongue up and around the plastic-flanged head, dropping it quickly down into her cuntal thicket. The touch of that plastic cock to her cunt made Wendy shiver. She arched her back, rolling her head from side to side, trying in vain to escape from the offending rod.
"You can't!" she screamed, panting, looking wildly at him through strands of her blonde hair "You just can't be thinking of fucking me with that!"
"Watch me!"
Wendy felt the pressure of that big cockhead increase against her cuntlips. She tightened her thigh muscles, clenching her teeth together, making strange strangled grunts deep in her chest. But the awful thing was pressing up against her slick cuntlips, pushing them aside easily, touching the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer labes. Another group of spasms, this time forcing the outer muscles to cinch down tightly on the plastic prick. Jack smiled, giving the rod a slight twist to the right, then turning it back to the left, screwing the dildo into her body.
Wendy wallowed up against that sliding dildo in spite of her original fear and revulsion. Something other than her fingers was entering her pussy for the first time in ten years! Her ligaments strained, ribbing her thighs while her wrists jerked and yanked hard against the ropes. How good it was to feel the restraint, the dildo, everything that was happening to her!
"In, baby, it's goin' in ... kinda hard, but you'll loosen up," Jack said, dropping his head and watching with undisguised lust as the pink prick slurped its way into the woman's cunt.
"Ohhhhh!"
Pam nearly fainted from surprise and desire. Never, never, had she thought she would run across someone who actually used a dildo! And yet there was her mother, coughing and gagging and choking with desire as that man cork-screwed a hunk of polished plastic into her cunt.
"My God!"
And she loved it, really loved it! The more Jack was twisting that thing around and around in her pussy, the more Wendy wanted. Pam could hear the want in her mother's cries, could see the desire on her lust-contorted face. And her own body was doing such funny things! It felt as if someone had slipped a gob of cold cream just inside her pussy. She was growing wet down there, really wet. Already she could feel the damp, sticky sensation of her panties clinging to her cuntlips while her nipples ached and throbbed. If only ... if only someone would touch her, would ... no, no, that was vile! Her mother may have sunk to that level, but she never would.
"Fuck, fuck...."
Wendy moaned low and deep, sweet hot juice oozing from her fuzzy cuntslot. Jack moved the dildo in and out, in and out, the flat, bulbous head nudging her trembling cuntal walls, the lips stretching around the smooth sides. For the first time in oh so long Wendy felt filled, stuffed with cockmeat! The thought exploded in her head like a bomb, brightly colored fragments shooting like stars through her brain. Fucked! Filled! Fucked!
"My God!"
Pam clung to the door frame, her eyes swimming in front of her. Her mother was impaled on that thing, her cunt split in two. And the sounds she was making! Instinctively the girl knew they were the sounds of a woman in high heat! Without realizing it, Pam was sinking to the floor, her fingernails scraping along the lacquered wood bordering the doorway.
Again the teen thought of running away from the sight. She had come home early from the movie purposely, wanting to discover why her mother had been in such a hurry for her to leave. Never before had she nearly thrown her daughter out of the house. It had usually been the other way around-Pam whining for her freedom and her mother reining her in.
"Ohhhhh ... uuuhhhhhh!"
Halfway in. Six inches stuffed into her cunt! Jack was twisting the dildo around and around, holding it up, sliding it back a little, making sure the juice-slicked sides were always touching Wendy's clit. The woman growled, like an animal as her body exploded again and again with pre-orgasmic delight. She was high, dizzy, falling through a black world of touch taste and smell. Her thin arms struggled again and again against the ropes.
Suddenly she felt his breath against the sweaty crack separating her asscheeks! While still twisting that dildo he was eating her out! Yes, she could feel his tongue brushing up along the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks then slither up, up to where the dildo split her cunt!
"Noooo!"
Again Wendy arched her spine, worrying that the bones were going to break. She could feel his front white square teeth nibbling along her cuntflesh. He was lapping around and around the dildo, teasing the tense, super-sensitive flesh of her pussylips! He was stabbing it back and forth, back and forth, almost as if he were trying to get his tongue into her pussy as well. The thought of that; of having that dildo and his tongue in her cunt made her scream out.
More juices seeped out to wet his cheeks, his tongue, that light pink plastic cockrod splitting her in two. Shouting, Wendy rolled her hips first to the right, then to the left as he licked hungrily at her clit. She moved her hips faster and faster now, pressing her weight up against him. Ohhh, she liked it, really liked it! The woman pumped her ass up and down in steady fucking movements, her tits jiggling, sweat coating her body with a fine film. How dry her mouth was! Again she licked her lips.
"Fuck me ... oh God, don't do this to me without your ... your cock in me!"
Jack only laughed sexily, slipping yet another inch of that dildo into her body while he licked and lapped around her fuzzy, stretched cunt like a hungry dog. Wendy felt she had little control of what was happening to her body now. She was racing along the path of climax with a feverish, itchy thrill bursting through her loins. The woman felt his fingers digging against her inner thighs while his tongue stretched forward and actually entered her cunt. Double fucked! The idea tore through her and nearly made her mad with lust. And all the while little Pam watched and panted.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ahhhhh...."
Wendy nearly lost it right there, thinking she was about to climax. She felt the suction of her pussy against the fucking twelve-inch dildo, her muscles massaging it, chewing at it, milking the thing as if it were a cock. Yes, that's what she needed. The dildo was fine, but Jack's cock-that long dark pink thing dangling from between his hairy legs-was really what she needed!
"My ... oh my God!"
Pam was kneeling on the floor now, her hands crisscrossed over her breasts, her fingers digging into her slender shoulders. Slowly the girl reached under her dress, snaking her fingers up, up past the elastic legbands of her juice-dampened panties to her pussy. More than once she had done this to herself in bed. More than once she had lain there, thinking about some man who would touch her, who would eat her out and then ... fuck her. But this ... this was her own mother tossing around there in front of her, her body bound with rope, her cunt split by a dildo.
Pam touched herself, rocking from side to side, the feel of her fingers driving her up the wall. She was breathing hard, nearly as hard as her mother. Pam watched as Wendy rolled halfway over, exposing her bound wrists and ankles. The girl could almost feel the ropes cutting into her flesh, could almost feel that dildo, that tongue, that hungry mouth sucking her cunt. The girl's eyes glowed and her lower jaw slackened as her fingers slipped through the blonde thicket between her legs. The feathery touch of her cuntal curls tickling the flesh just under her nails drew another whimpery gasp from the teen. Giggling, then fighting to keep still, she felt her clit tighten and throb as delicious agony swept through her belly.
"Uhhhh ... oh God, what are you ... you doing to me now?"
Wendy felt him pulling the dildo out slowly, the suction making her feel as if he were turning her inside out. Wiping the slick, rubbery head against her ass, Jack smelled the pink cockrod, his lips curling into a soft smile.
"Good, hot pussy. You wanna sniff?" he asked, dropping the thing to her nose.
Wendy groaned, jerking her head away and heaving a deep breath. She could smell herself! Oh yes, she was ready, hot and ready for a fucking! Not knowing that her daughter was about to climax too, the woman groaned and heaved her body mightily again, silently begging for more fucking sensations. How empty, how abandoned she felt now that the dildo was gone!
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it," Jack said.
"What?"
He was turning her over. She felt his hands on her thighs once more as he flipped her onto her belly, shoving her face into the pillow. Wendy could hardly breathe! Twisting her head to one side she felt pain around her neck and shoulders from the awkward position. Her arms stretched up and back, her legs bent forward at the knees, ankles and wrists meeting near her lower back. The resulting stretching, pulling sensation made her neck and thighs ache.
"Please ... no...."
Jack had the dildo in one hand still, the tip bending down toward her exposed ass. He grinned wider, pushing the plastic tip up against her asscrack, then dropping it down to her asshole and twisting it around and around until the head was pressing against the gray/pink wrinkled lips of her asshole. Pam saw what was happening and covered her mouth with her free hand to keep from gasping. He was going to fuck her mother in the ass with that thing!
"Nooo, not that! Oh God, don't!" Wendy screamed, this time really frightened by what he was going to do! She twisted around as best she could, pulling free of the pillow and yowling like a frightened cat as she tried edging away from the man.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Tired of her cries, Jack left the dildo sticking straight up out of her asscrack for a minute, sliding off the bed and grabbing hold of his jockstrap on the floor.
"Had enough of your belly-achin'! Tired of you sayin' you don't like it when you're juicing all over the fuckin' place."
He was holding her head in one place, stuffing that filthy, ribbed jockstrap into her mouth. Wendy's scalp crawled with horror. This was going far beyond what she had had in mind! The ad she'd placed in that sex paper hadn't meant to cover this. Playtime was over. This was too much! She tried spitting out the strap, flattening her tongue and pushing out. But Jack had shoved it in deep, looping the leg straps around the back of her head to keep it in place. Wendy struggled against the thing but there was nothing she could do.
Jack moved her back to the center of the large, sagging king-sized bed, moving back until his knees were pressing against hers, the woman's toes scraping against his chest. Reaching down Jack held onto the dildo, twisting it around again and shoving it down, down. Wendy cried out through the spit-soaked, filthy jockstrap, tears rolling down her cheeks. No more playtime. No more pretending, no more fantasy. This was reality and it frightened her!
"Uhhfhhfhhffffff!"
The pain increased, making her head pound and her pulse race maddeningly through her body. She pulled, the ache in her shoulders nearly making her faint with pain. There was a sudden, piercing pain, the likes of which Wendy had never felt before in her life! Her legs spasmed, her shoulders shuddering while her mind went white with agony for a moment. She tried jerking her thighs apart farther, attempting to shove that thing from her asshole. But nothing worked. Jack had jabbed that thing all the way into her, shoving at least an inch into her ass!
"You're shit, baby, and that's just what's gonna be on this thing-your shit. Maybe I'll even make you eat it off when I'm through with you."
His words made her brain blow apart. She felt the obscene slickness of that dildo rubbing against her bowel lining, nearly tearing her in two. The pressure against her asshole didn't let up for a second! More of that hideous cock was again being cork-screwed into her, skewering her body.
Jack twisted the dildo in a few more inches, then left it sticking out of her asshole like a flagpole. It twitched obscenely and all the while Wendy thought her body would break, shatter like a fine porcelain vase from the tension of that prick rod. How much it hurt, how much it took away from the delicious feeling she'd been having with the dildo in her cunt and Jack licking all around her pussylips!
"Now, baby, you're gonna have it at both ends-a double piece of ass!"
She felt his hands scraping along her thighs, hefting her up as he slipped forward, crouching on her like an animal. He was going to fuck her in this modified doggie style, fuck her like a stag in the woods, fuck her like a bitch in the gutter. These images raced through her mind and hurried the woman along to a climax.
"Mother...."
Pam watched, one horrifying scene supplanting the other. The young girl couldn't believe people did this sort of thing. And yet there it was, right in front of her-and with her own mother! Again and again the teen blinked her eyes, expecting to find herself alone. But the image was only clearer with each blink. Jack was sliding forward, his fat cock sticking straight out, the head purple, glistening with his flowing pre-cum.
Pam leaned her forehead against the wall, her heart racing, her cotton dress clinging damply to her flesh while her fingers slipped into her sucking cunthole. She felt the muscles clasping around her right index finger, pulling it in, milking it as if it were a man's cock!
"Cock," Wendy moaned in muffled tones through the jockstrap.
"Cock," Pam echoed dreamily, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her convulsing pussy.
"Yeah, baby, cock. Good, hard prickmeat up your pussy."
He was leaning forward now, one hand braced between her jutting shoulderblades, the other angling the cock down toward the woman's hot, juicing pussy. Wendy knew she was going to get fucked now, fucked from behind. That dildo was hurting her so. Why didn't he take it out, take it out to make this first fuck in oh so long all the more enjoyable?
"Uuuuuuufffffff."
He was working his fingers along the insides of her thighs now, finally sliding one finger in to her pussy. Wendy groaned into the jockstrap gag, chewing down on the elastic, wriggling as best she could. Gradually, slowly, the stretching pain of the dildo faded from her ass. She waited patiently, waited to feel that cock in her pussy. It came with the speed and heat of a lightning bolt!
Jack leaned forward, putting his cockhead against her pussylips while giving the ass-splitting dildo another turn. The double touch, this so-called double fuck made the woman pant like a beaten animal at his feet. Somehow Wendy managed to look back and saw Jack crouching behind her. She hoped Jack would have no mercy. She was past mercy now. And oh, oh, how big his cock looked!
"Man, oh man," Jack groaned, shaking his head, knocking the burning beads of perspiration from his eyes.
He was slipping his cock up, a slick trail of cuntjuice oozing from her pussy. The big, fat purple cockhead was edging up into her cunt, she could feel it sliding into her body. All these years she'd been waiting for this and now it was happening-happening in a way that both frightened and pleased her.
"Feel it, baby, feel it?" Jack said, throwing back his head and laughing at her moans.
Yes, she felt it, really felt it all right. Her ass pranced up as best it could for it. She wanted to run from it and yet she wanted to be caught and raped. How that cock was sliding into her now, the blood-filled meaty head pressing into her tender pussy and raking over her clit. Wendy closed her eyes and let out another groan, her belly muscles tightening along with those of her thighs.
Wendy felt peeled open, split, torn in two like a thin sheet of typing paper. Jack was leaving the dildo in her asshole now. He didn't have to touch it. Wedged into her very deeply, the thing was creating its own havoc with no help from him. Somehow the sensations created by that prick rod mingled with the tense, hot feeling of his cock in her cunt, making her blood boil in her veins. Jack then tucked up and under, jabbing his cockhead hard into her pussy.
"Yaggfhfhhfhfffff!"
In her all the way! Oh God, he was in her all the way!
"Ahhhhhhh...."
The fat head was pushing against the seepy, soft lining of her cunt. Wendy felt every inch of the driving cock, her legs pulling again against the ropes binding her ankles to her wrists while the dildo jerked and twitched in her stretched and violated asshole. She gasped around the jockstrap gagging her mouth, and tossed her head to one side, chewing down on the elastic, wishing she could touch the man raping her now in this odd, doggie-style position.
"Deep, baby, gonna go deep inside you ... real nice and deep."
He was kneading her asscheeks hard now, the fingers sinking into her resilient assflesh. He was twisting the dildo around and around now, her bowels kinking with excitement as that thing churned down a little deeper into her body. How that cock was sinking in, moving up to that tunneling dildo. Were they going to meet somewhere in the depths of her tormented body?
Pam felt her body explode as her fingers tickled up and down her bloated cuntlips. Her knuckles whitening, the young girl slipped two fingers in and out, in and out, stroking the slick muscles, feeling the smooth wet cuntal lining with her nails. How her body shivered! How her mind seemed to explode and yet stay together as she watched her mother in that obscene state.
Her mother had told her fucking was bad-only for married people or those who loved one another very much. What was happening here? Her mother was tied hand to foot, a dildo shoved up her ass while this man was fucking her slow and easy, his long strokes drawing moans from her mother's mouth while her body jerked and twitched as if some one had attached a live electric wire to it. Fucking. If only she could have someone doing that to her, putting his cock-meat into her nice and slow, touching her clit until she came and came! Pam let out another groan, stabbing two fingers in to her pussy until she felt them touching her cherry. Stopping, the young girl twisted her fingers about, her knuckles brushing her clit.
"Mmmmffffffff!"
"Nice and slow, baby. That's the way you want it, right? That's the way I dig it," Jack said breathlessly, pulling his cock halfway out, then giving it quick, jerky strokes in until he was in all the way.
Wendy howled, bobbing her ass up and down as if she wanted more. Jack smiled, reaching around and taking the dildo in his right hand, stabbing it into her asshole hard and fast with a twisting motion. Wendy's body quivered, her groans turning into screams. Jack kept screwing the plastic prick in, fucking her faster, his balls tightening, slapping hard against the underside of her pussy.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, go for it, you fuckin' bitch!" he said excitedly, his eyes widening.
"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrrrr!"
Wendy pitched and tossed on the bed as much as she could, the ropes cutting still into her wrists and ankles while the dildo sent more slivers of pain shooting through her body. The woman had forgotten just how good fucking was, especially by someone as masterful as Jack. She loved it all-the stuffed feeling in her ass, the pain, the obscenity. Everything made her cunt hotter and hotter as she neared the wild moment of madness she had been waiting for.
Pam felt her thighs clenching, her pussy tightening around her fingers. Cumming! Climax! Orgasm! The words she and the other girls giggled about at school flashed through her mind as she watched her mother being skewered by that fat cock. The girl stabbed her finger deeper and deeper, jerking her thumb and forefinger with faster movements. She was making her clit ache more and more, her body falling forward, her forehead striking the door frame.
Boiling lust shut out the world around her. All that existed now were the hideous scene in front of her and her aching, pulsing cunt. Pam flailed her clit with both thumbs while her fingers drilled more deeply into her pussy and probed faster into the dark pink pussyflesh.
"Uhhhhh...."
Pam couldn't take much any more. She felt herself teetering on the brink of some wonderful, frightening fence. Raising her eyes, she looked at her mother and at the big man fucking her, stabbing that awful dildo in and out of her taut, plump ass. Then it happened, sweeping over her like a tidal wave. Climax! The girl pranced her ass up and down, her asscheeks dancing over the balls of her feet while her knees spread yet farther apart to accommodate her wrenching hand.
"God!"
Pam didn't care if they heard her, didn't care if they found her kneeling by the half-opened door like this, with one hand up her dress stabbing into her pussy. She half sobbed, half laughed as spasm after spasm hit her cunt like a runaway freight train. Her fingers clicked slickly together as they moved in and out, working like that cock in her mother's cunt.
"Fuckit, baby, gonna ... uhhhh ... gonna shoot right up your cunt," Jack groaned, his head tilted back, sweat staining the sides of his handsome face.
Cum! Cum! Wendy thought as her mind began shattering into billions of brightly colored pieces. She was babbling into the jockstrap gag now, the pain in her wrists and ankles making her excitement rush hotly along every nerve of her body. Even her feet pressed sole to sole seemed involved in some kind of fucking! Every pore of her body was alive to the lust Jack had kindled in her. She groaned his name into the jockstrap, juice seeming to explode from her cunt. The wetness leaked down her ass and onto her ankles, slicking between the cheeks of her ass and wetting the sheet underneath her. Wendy ground her hips around wildly, hunching up, wanting more cock, more of that dildo splitting her ass in two!
Jack pitched forward, his massive chest heaving up and down while his hands kept slapping Wendy's ass again and again. He was cumming! Yes, she could feel those hot jellied jets of cum scalding her pussywalls. Yelping more loudly than before, Wendy pumped her ass up and down, then felt herself overwhelmed by a firestorm of lust. The pain, the awkwardness of her bound position, the plastic cock up her ass, everything conspired to make her cum very violently.
In a moment the woman was nothing but sheer, sexual sensation, her body drinking in every second, her pussy snapping tight onto Jack's shooting cock. So involved was Wendy that she never did notice her daughter there. Nor-like Jack-did she see someone scoot away from the doorway and stumble down the hall.
CHAPTER THREE
Why did I do it?
Wendy sat in her tightly drawn bathrobe at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, smelling the delicious aroma, and wondering why she had let that stranger into her house the day before. Not only had she let him in but also let him touch her and fuck her in that crude, obscene way. He had kept her tied up for several more minutes after the fuck, stabbing her repeatedly with that dildo, laughing as she cried out in pain, begging him to let her go. He had only pulled at the ropes in response to her pleas, adding to the pain in her wrists and ankles.
Setting the cup neatly on the saucer, Wendy stared at the light-pink lines on her wrists, touching them gently with her fingertips. That area was still sensitive. Wincing, the woman pulled down the long sleeve of her robe to cover them. She had put that ad in the newspaper, that horrid, sleazy sex-paper, half hoping no one would answer it. It had been a dare to herself, a need to do something different, something deliciously naughty after having been so good, so proper, so loving a widowed mother for all these years.
Wendy smiled weakly, staring down into her black coffee and remembering how nervous she had been on the way home, certain the police were going to stop her and search her purse for the sex-magazine. How would she react to their curious, amused stares as they held the offending paper up to her-to the world, to her daughter?
Once home, Wendy rushed to her bedroom and locked the door, her icy, trembling fingers leafing through the yellowed pages of the paper, her eyes wide as they took in the explicit ads for fucking, sucking, and bondage. Bondage! Wendy's eyes had glittered as they'd come across that word. She and her late husband had fooled around with some light S & M for a while. But Brad had died before they could try anything very exotic. Then she had heard stories about people who were hurt or even died in some bondage excesses and was frightened. Besides, there was always Pam to raise and care for. But now the girl was grown up, starting to have a life of her own and pulling away from the home. Again the thoughts of having a man around, to having a man taking care of her, fucking her, even of roping her, occurred to Wendy often.
It had taken her nearly three days to gather the courage to pen an ad, send in a check, then sit at home and wait. Jack's answer was one of the first to come in the mail-and certainly one of the best. It was with held breath that Wendy had called him, made the date, then hurried Pam out of the house for the evening. Even now, sitting in her kitchen, her cunt still tight from the thought of having that wonderfully big cock in it for so long, Wendy had a difficult time believing she had really gone through with it, had actually let a man fuck her, tie her up, even hurt her. And she had enjoyed it!
Wendy lowered her head, rubbing her upper arms with her fingers briskly as chills of delicious arousal rippled up and down her spine. Last night she'd thought she would never want Jack back again to tie her and fuck her as brutally. But ... but she did. There in one hand was his phone number. All she had to do was dial it and....
Footsteps! Wendy crumpled the small piece of paper, shaking the thoughts of Jack, of that wonderful night, from her head. She would have to think of something else to tell Pam for tonight, invent some story to get her out of the house so she could be home alone with her ... man!
"I'll get breakfast on," Wendy said a little breathlessly, not realizing that the paper had slipped from her hand and settled on the floor near the chair Pam was taking.
"I'm not that hungry, Mother," Pam said, her eyes on the floor, her fingers folding together on the table top.
It was really hard for Pam to look at her mother this morning, remembering her as she had been, roped and gagged, the night before. Pam drank down her juice fast, crossing her legs at the ankles as she heard the bacon sizzling in the frying pan. She had on a short skirt and a skimpy pink halter top no bigger than a couple of handkerchiefs. It was cool outside, but Pam enjoyed the light outfits of summer even now.
"Are you going to be doing any studying today, dear?" Wendy asked, stirring the bacon.
"Uh, a little. Thought I might go to the Galleria and look at some shops."
Pam's heart contracted. She saw that wrinkled slip of paper almost at her feet! Jack's name was on it with his number! The room swam in front of her for just a second. Closing her eyes, the young girl memorized that number, wondering why she was doing it, why she would call him up.
"Christmas shopping?" Wendy asked as she dropped the bacon lightly onto her daughter's plate.
"Uh-huh."
As she wolfed down breakfast, the young teen kept repeating that phone number over and over again in her mind, making sure she wouldn't forget it. As Pam drank her milk, she noticed her mother bending down under the table and picking up that scrap of paper. She could have been nasty and said something but decided to keep quiet.
"Well, I'm gonna get a jacket and head down to the mall in a bit, Mother," Pam said, pushing away from the table and standing up.
"Darling, I hope you're not thinking of going out dressed like that," Wendy said, narrowing her eyes and giving her daughter a disapproving look.
"Why not?"
"It ... leaves you rather ... exposed!"
Pam shuddered slightly, feeling she wanted to say something about what she had seen the other night. But instead the girl kept her silence, turning away and continuing her walk from the room.
"Oh, everyone goes around exposed nowadays, Mother. This isn't the Dark Ages, you know."
"I suppose," Wendy said, rubbing her palms on her gown. "Yes, I suppose they do. But I can see your panties," Wendy said.
"I could go out with no panties at all, Mother. Would that satisfy you?" Pam snipped, turning around in the doorway and flashing a look of defiance.
Wendy was taken aback. They had had their little tiffs before but there was something extra in her daughter's tone this time that made the woman gasp.
"You don't have to be so sassy, Pamela. I certainly didn't mean anything wrong in what I said," Wendy breathed, still rubbing her hands methodically on her gown and thinking about that paper in her hand.
Her daughter. Could she give advice to her daughter on how to conduct herself when she was doing such vile, horrible things with her own life? Wendy felt as if she were losing her grip on everything.
"Sorry, Mother. I just want to go down to the mall to look around. Nobody's gonna say anything about the way I look. All the kids dress this way now, anyway."
"I ... guess so. We'll talk about it later. My nerves are a mess this morning." She started to turn back to the sink. "Oh yes, I may be going out tonight with Sarah Richfield. She said something about a club for widowed and divorced women I might be interested in joining. I hope you don't mind, dear." Wendy already felt guilty as she knew what would happen this evening.
"No, of course not, Mother. I think it's about time you started dating again. Now, I've got to run," Pam answered, rushing up the stairs, her heart beating so fast she thought she would have an attack.
At the top of the landing Pam stopped, leaning against the wall, one hand to her chest as she caught her breath. A club! She nearly laughed as she replayed that phone number in her mind. A club! She knew her mother was going to see that awful Jack again, going to have him touch her and fuck her and tie her down. The young teen shook her head, closing her eyes, realizing only now just how hot her pussy was as she thought of what would go on between her mother and Jack tonight.
Pam ducked into her room and jotted down that number, sitting on the edge of her bed, her fingers caressing the smooth pink top of her princess phone. Dare she do it? Dare she call him up? And then what? What would she say? For several minutes Pam lay in agony on the bed, her heart still beating hard and fast, her breath coming in short, uneven pants. There were times when she thought she would really go to the Galleria and window shop, or maybe catch a movie, or see one or two of her friends there and giggle about guys. But in the end the girl found herself with the receiver wedged between her chin and shoulder, her right forefinger dialing Jack's number.
"Yeah?"
It was him! She recognized the gravely baritone voice and the breathless way he spoke. Again Pam thought about hanging up.
"Hi. I ... I saw you last night," she said, amazed at her own brazenness.
Wallowing her shoulders against the mattress, feeling her ass sinking comfortably into the bed, Pam concentrated on the sounds she got through the receiver, the sounds of his caught breathing.
"What're you talkin' about, huh?"
There was a touch of belligerence in his voice, and a heavy undertone of challenge. Pam trembled, her fingers tightening around the plastic receiver. No, she wouldn't back out. An image of her mother roped and bound on the bed, her cunt and asshole split open, flashed through her mind. Rubbing the backs of her legs over the silken coverlet, Pam continued.
"I saw you with my mother. The two of you were in the bedroom and ... and were fucking!"
She thought she would faint. A thin coating of perspiration made her clothing stick damply to her flesh. How could she have said something like this, and to a total stranger? And yet the excitement she had felt last night returned with all its force now as she lay on her narrow bed, her cunt sticking damply to the nylon crotch panel of her panties.
"Oh yeah? You dig what you saw?"
He sounded cocky, self-assured. Wendy squeezed the receiver in her damp palm, breathing more heavily than before. What was the purpose of the call? Why was she doing it?
"I ... I don't know. I got your number from my mother and...."
"She gave it to you?"
"No, no. I just ... just got it and thought I'd call you and let you know...."
What? What was she doing? Again the girl thought about hanging up. But it was too late. She had exposed herself to Jack. He knew she knew the story. Whatever the consequences Pam felt she had to follow them through.
"I thought I saw somebody by the door last night. Kinda figured it was you." There was a long pause, as if he were thinking out something. "So, kid, whattya want, same thing your old lady got?"
The offer was crude, but that was what Pam had expected. She moved one hand down to her pussy, raising the hem of her dress and touching her cunt through the thin, silky material. Oh, she was so wet, so very, very wet there! Just the light touch of her fingertips through the nylon material sent tremors of delight and need rumbling through her cunt.
"Don't ... don't talk like that," Pam pro tested weakly.
Jack laughed, his breathing more heavy, almost the same sound he had been making when he had fucked her mother.
"You wouldn't've called me if you didn't want somethin'. Hot pussy ... good young hot pussy. Yeahhhhh," he whispered.
Oh God, was he touching himself, jacking off while talking to her? Slipping one finger under the right legband of her panties and sticking it stickily in her pussy, Pam hoped so!
"Don't ... that's dirty and-"
"And you want it bad. I could do real groovy things to your body today, if you wanna come over. I'd strip you, tie you up like your old lady, and maybe start eatin' your cunt nice and slow."
"Ahhhhh ... no, stop this!"
But Pam couldn't put the phone down. A dirty phone call and at eleven in the morning! But she was enjoying it! Her fingers stabbed in a little farther, up to the second joint. The nails scraped teasingly along the light, wet, pink cuntal membranes, the tops of her fingers brushing the rounded bottom of her clit. Pam inhaled sharply, careful to turn her mouth away from the receiver at that point so Jack wouldn't hear her sounds of arousal.
"Nice and slow ... and then I'm gonna suck your tits. You know? Just like I did to your old lady, suck 'em in and start bitin' 'em nice while I get my tongue around your nubs."
Wouldn't her mother just freak if she could see her now, her fingers slipping in and out of her fuzzy cunthole, her body flushed with excitement! And all because of Jack, that wonderful stud who had done all those things to her mother? And now he was going to do them to her, too!
"You don't know what you're saying. I'm gonna hang up right now," Pam said breathlessly. She sucked in another ragged breath, wagging her ass slowly from left to right against the mattress, loving the silky rub of her cuntlips one against the other.
"Nice and slow. Good, long, slow licking strokes," Jack kept on, ignoring her protests.
"I said stop it!"
But she could no more stop him than she could hang up. The sound of his voice, that husky, masculine rumble, made her body shiver with delight as it went through her like a lightning bolt. Again and again Pam saw her mother writhing on the bed, saw Jack hovering over her like a Hun, raping her again and again, making Wendy beg for that prick.
"You don't wanna stop it, baby. You dig it, you dig havin' me talk real nice and dirty to you, right?"
"You ... you're crazy, you know that? Crazy. I could hang up now and-"
"But you ain't gonna, right? You're gonna come over here and get fucked. Nice and slow and hard, right?"
"No!"
But the idea stuck in her mind as she drew her knees up and let them flop apart, the resulting tension peeling her cuntlips back stickily.
"Yeahhhh, I'm gonna eat those pretty little tits of yours...."
Pam let out a groan as she traced the taut, rubbery wet rim of her cunt with her right forefinger. She felt her muscles convulse deep inside.
"No, don't...."
"Bet you never had anybody really touch you ... you know, the way I could," Jack said, laughing sexily, low again.
"Don't start," she complained, starting to fuck herself slowly with two fingers.
"I'll bite 'em good and hard, then get down, way down, lickin' your belly, then down to your pussy. Yeahhhh," Jack said, breathing heavily into the receiver. "And then I'm gonna fuck you."
Pam felt her heart pounding hard in her chest. She was dizzy, her cunt flooding out more and more juice, wetting down her panties, her thighs, her ass.
"I'm not gonna listen to this."
"You called me, baby. You get me real hard now and the only way I can get soft again is to pound my pud like this on the phone or get you over here so I can fuck you."
He was jacking off! The thought that he was touching himself like she was touching herself sent more shivers of wild lust racing through her.
"Real slow's how I'll do it. I'll put it in nice and slow. You ever have a cock in your cunt hole? You ever felt how it is when you got a nice hot big prick squeezin' in good and tight? Drives 'em nuts. But you oughtta know that. You saw your old lady goin' crazy when I was fuckin' her last night."
"No, stop it!"
"You know my cock's real dark at the tip-and real big. You'll feel it when it slips in 'cause it'll stretch you good. You ain't been fucked much, I'll bet. Maybe even you're cherry. I'll stretch you, though, with my cock till you squirm and cry out, baby. You're gonna be beggin' for my cock after that. Yeahh," he said, his voice whispery, shaking, "you'll be on your knees, mouth open, wantin' to have that meat of mine shoved up your pussy."
"Noooo! Don't say that."
"You get the fuck over here fast, bitch."
Pam started moving her ass up and down now, making fucking movements against her fingers. She tilted her hips to one side, then jerked them back the other way, her glistening cuntflesh stretching tantalizingly, opening more and more hollows to her probing fingers.
"Bet I can make you cum twice." The earpiece was sweaty-hot against her ear. "You get the fuck on over to 18735 Brand Boulevard, baby. It's not far. I'm in apartment four. You come over now and I'll give you a time you ain't had yet. You're gonna be callin' me up all the time, askin' for my cock."
"I won't, I won't!" Pam said, rolling over and slamming the receiver down.
Oh, how her cunt pulsed, ached, actually hurt. 18735 Brand, apartment four. No, no, she couldn't, she wouldn't!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam stood outside the big two-story brown stucco apartment building, her fingers curled into two fists pressed against her thighs. Clouds overhead whirled, driven by a northeast wind, promising rain later on in the day. It was cool, too cool for the outfit she had on. But Pam wore it anyway, something to tantalize Jack with-as if he needed any encouragement!
"I ... can't ... just can't!"
The teen closed her eyes, the wind whipping her long blonde hair around her narrow shoulders and into her face. Cars whizzed past her, men staring appreciatively through the windows at her bare long thighs and pert little ass.
Memories of his voice, of what he had told her he was going to do rang in her ear as she climbed the stairs, her eyes scanning the roughly hewn numbers on the doors until they lighted upon the number '4' She held her hand up, made a small fist with her right fingers, and tapped three times. There! She had done it!
"Yeah?"
His voice thundered out from behind the door. Pam looked around as if she expected her mother or someone she knew to be climbing the stairs and looking at her accusingly.
"It's ... Pam ... me," she said, realizing he didn't know her first name.
"Oh yeah, the kid."
There were sounds of fumbling behind the door, then the sound of the latch turning. Pam felt her breath catch as the door opened and she found herself staring up at the man who had roped and fucked her mother so brutally the night before.
"Come on in."
He was shirtless, his bare, hairy chest seeming to exude masculinity. His tousled black hair hung in his eyes, black stubble around his cheeks indicating he had just been awakened-probably by the phone call she had made an hour earlier. Hesitating only for a moment, the girl stepped in, nearly jumping out of her skin when she heard the door slam behind her and the latch turn once more. She stood some distance from him, looking around at the simply furnished apartment. There were a few pieces of rented, badly cared-for living room furniture, a kitchen table with two chairs surrounded by empty beer cans, next to which a scratched refrigerator chugged and whined. Over all there was the heady aroma of stale tobacco. The apartment wasn't filthy-just ill-kept, something that excited Pam even more.
"Told you, you'd come," Jack said behind her.
Pam turned around, suddenly embarrassed. What was she expected to do? She had never been in a situation like this, had never even thought she'd be coming up to a man's apartment for this kind of rendezvous. And now....
"Maybe I made a mistake," she said, keeping her eyes lowered, her fingers folding over one another.
"Don't think so, baby. Can smell you juicin' clear over here," Jack said, wiping his nose with one finger while leering at her.
"I...."
He stalked over to her, standing so tall Pam had to tilt her head all the way back to look in to his eyes. How they burned into her very soul! She felt one paw-like hand creeping around her narrow waist while the other slid up into her hair. His fingers were twisting around the blonde strands, pulling them back until she let out a breath of air from the resultant pain.
"Uhh ... hurts...."
"That's what you want ... just like your old lady. Gotta be roughed up first before you can play."
He was pulling hard at her hair now, tearing strands from her scalp. The fun was over. Pam let out another cry, pulling away from him, her hands fluttering up to his chest, the fingers pressing against his ribs as she wriggled out of his grasp.
"Don't," she cried, putting her hands up to her scalp and rubbing the sore spots.
Jack frowned, his face darkening. Glancing down at his crotch, Pam could see the tell-tale tubular outline of his fat cock pressing against the faded material of his Levi's. She took a step back, still holding one hand to her head, her forehead wrinkled with fear and worry. Suddenly Pam felt very, very exposed.
"Don't what? You ain't never done this kinda shit before. Gonna teach you what to expect from now on," Jack said, dropping one hand to his crotch and scratching the tip of his cockhead. Again Pam's eyes raced down to his groin. She could see a large dark blue spot appearing where his cockbulb was and guessed pre-cum was oozing hard and fast from his balls. She swallowed down a lump of fear, backing away yet another step.
"Just don't touch me again. I'm sorry I ... I came to your place and...."
"No you ain't ... and I'm gonna make damned sure you don't feel bad about comin' down here ever."
He jerked one hand out, catching her by the left wrist. Pam pulled away, but found his grip too firm this time. His fingers were crushing the small bones, twisting her wrist around clockwise, making her bend forward at the waist and move her shoulder down to keep the pain from spreading to her arm. Hot tears welled up behind her eyes as the blood raced through her veins. Twisting around, Pam jerked back her left leg, kicking Jack hard in the shin twice. He only laughed, twisting her wrist around a little more. The girl gasped, agony rushing up and down her arm, bringing her down to one knee. Lowering her head, Pam let out a scream.
"Noisy little bitch, eh?"
The hand was gone instantly. Pam drew her arm quickly to her side, shaking the hair from her face and glancing up just in time to see his big right hand cutting a broad arc in the air and coming down fast toward her.
"Nooooo!"
She screamed again, starting to draw her hand up to protect her face. But the girl was too late. With a loud, dry smacking sound Jack's hand crashed into her face, the fingers stinging her cheeks, the force of that blow knocking Pam to the floor. She rolled over on to her right side, one leg folding over the other, her short skirt tucking up around her waist from the fall. Rough hands were fumbling around the elastic legbands of her panties, tugging them down. Dazedly she reached down, trying to swat away the offending fingers. But it was no use. Jack swore at her, knocking her hands away and pulling her panties down past her knees, her ankles, gone. Groaning, Pam tried pushing her short skirt back down over her ass. Her mother was right. She shouldn't have worn such an outfit around town, and especially not here!
"Nice ass, real nice," Jack murmured, smoothing his rough hands over her ass.
Pam cringed, sucking in her lower lip and chewing down hard. She had asked for this, and she was getting it in spades.
"Come on, baby. We're gonna loosen you up real nice and fine ... in my bedroom. One hell of an eye opener, I'll tell you," Jack commented wryly.
He grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her back through the living room and down a long hall to a room at the end. Through fluttering eyelids Pam saw she was in a bedroom furnished with an unmade double bed, several opened trunks pushed to the side, and an old wooden bureau to the right of the sagging mattress.
"Up you go."
More hands, more lifting. In a second the girl found herself stretched out on the bed. Shaking the daze from her mind Pam drew both legs under her, staring wide-eyed at her tormentor. He smiled, his lips pulling back over his strong, square teeth. Pam trembled, her flesh chilling as she shrank back from the big man.
"Ruttin' like hell, eh? You dig havin' your cunt fucked by me?"
"No!"
Crouching on all fours Pam made another desperate attempt to slip off the mattress. For this she was rewarded with a backhanded slap, the knuckles bruising her lower chin and sending her flying back, her arms flailing out into the air.
"Uhhhhh!"
Pam felt her head striking the wall and for a moment the world started to grow dark. In that moment Jack was on her again, tearing off her halter and slipping her skirt off her slender, boyish hips. Naked! He had stripped her stark naked, her full thirty-four-inch tits jiggling on her chest. He was pawing them now, his fingers pressing in the light-pink nipples while his tongue was licking the base of her throat. The top button of his Levi's was unsnapped and, glancing down, Pam could see the tip of his cock!
"Uhhhhh...."
Grabbing her hair, Jack pulled the strands back hard, so hard he tore several more from her scalp. Pam thought he was going to snatch her bald! He stared long and hard into her eyes, then dropped his face, gluing his lips to hers. He was kissing her hard, harder than she ever thought a man should kiss a woman. Her lips were pressed against the front of her teeth, cut by the pressure while his tongue snaked in to her mouth.
All the while his fingers squeezed her thighs, sinking into her soft flesh, bruising her white skin.
"Bitch!"
He flung her away like an old sack, her body flopping back onto the bed. The springs groaned while the old headboard clattered angrily against the peeling plaster wall. Jack reached over to the bureau, fumbling in a drawer with one hand and pulling out a pack of cigarettes with a half used book of matches stuffed in the cellophane outer wrapping. Pulling out the packet, he flipped back the cover, took out one match and struck it. The instant pungent aroma of burning wood and sulphur invaded Pam's nostrils. She drew back, her eyes following the movements of his right hand carefully.
"You got a hot pussy," he said, brushing the back of her trembling cunt with his knuckles. "But I can make it a whole lot hotter."
"No...."
Her scalp crawled as she watched him wave that burning match in front of her frightened eyes. Jack smiled more cruelly than before, a light chortle escaping from his lips as he dropped the match down to her right thigh. The girl tried pulling her leg away but Jack moved more quickly, sitting on her ankles, his body holding hers captive.
"Try to knock it away and I'll burn your cunthairs-one at a time," he warned.
Pam's head shook, perspiration dotting her forehead and leaking out from under her arms. She writhed against the legs holding her captive, a sob escaping from her tightly compressed lips. He was dropping that match to her skin, dragging it along the line of her now bulging tendon. Ohhhh, it was the torment of the damned! The hellish heat, the burning pain was something the young teen had never experienced before in her life. More whimpers escaped from between her lips as he drew the match closer to her pussy. Just when he was nearing the first lines of feather-soft pussy hairs, the flame neared his fingers.
"Damn!"
Jack flicked it out, then grabbed the match book once again and drew out another stick. Pam prayed silently, wanting to die. His body weight was crushing her ankles, while that horrible book of matches promised to ruin her for life, scar her forever!
"Nooooo!"
The second match flared, the blue flame dying quickly down to an orange-red color. Jack dropped the match to her flesh once more, moving it up the left inner thigh, watching as her legs trembled and her throat tightened. She curled her toes until they cramped, her ass muscles tightening. And then the burning match touched her pussyhairs, the blonde curls quickly turning black, singeing and curling back. The flame was eating its way quickly to her pussyslot. Strangely, more juice seeped from her cunt hole. It was as if her cunt were trying to put out the fire!
"Yeah, that's it, bitch, juice it up. Really juice it up!"
Pam felt her tears flowing as her breath went out with a tearing pain in her throat. It was as if her pussy were already on fire. The flame moved back, forward, then back again, the terrible heat curling into her cunt like a thin hot tongue, stimulating the trembling, pink membranes.
Back again, it was back again, nearing her steadily stiffening clit.
"Stop ... oh God, please, don't ... don't do this to me," Pam whispered, her heels digging into the soft, sagging mattress.
Jack only smiled more broadly, moving the flame back down to her ankles, then up to her pussy, singeing more hairs. Pam snapped her head back, her mouth a tight scar, a pulse at her throat as she felt the intense heat curl into her throbbing pussy. The girl strained to be silent. But Jack obviously knew a woman's limits. Laughing softly, he dropped the burning match into her cuntal V, letting the flame touch briefly the slick, rounded head of her cut. It was more than Pam could stand.
"Eaaaaaayyyaggghghhhh!" she shrieked.
Never, never before had the teen felt anything so powerfully agonizing in her life. Her body stiffened, trembling mightily while her head snapped from side to side. Gulping in huge lungfuls of air to feed her twisting body, the young blonde shouted again and again, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. God oh God, why didn't he stop? Why was he doing this to her? Was this always the prelude to fucking?
The flame was gone, put out by her flowing juices. Pam sagged with relief, letting her head fall to one shoulder while she turned away from Jack.
"Good reflexes, baby," he said, slowly moving his hand away from her cunt.
Jack almost looked a little disappointed that her wet cunt had doused the burning flame so quickly. Flinging the blackened piece of wood from his fingers, the big stud moved back, sliding off her feet.
"Turn over, baby. We're gonna start on the hard stuff now."
Pam bit her lower lip, her eyes rounding, her nostrils flaring as she obeyed quickly. Rolling over, the young teen felt her tits tugging sexily at her chest. He had her in this obscene doggie position, the same one her mother had been roped in the night before when he'd fucked her with the dildo and his cock! Pam felt the bed spring up as Jack slid from the mattress, rummaging around in the trunk to the left. Daring to peer over one shoulder, she saw him pulling out several strands of half-inch line, much like the rope that had bound her mother. Pam shivered again, almost able to feel the rough, hairy kiss of the line pressing against her flesh.
"Yeah, baby, gotta rope this doggie before I get into her," Jack commented, examining the rope closely, then climbing back onto the bed.
He stretched both hands around her, looping one twenty-inch strand of rope around both her wrists. Pam whimpered, watching with a combination of excitement and terror as the stud bound both her wrists in a double figure eight, stretching the free end of the line toward one of the wooden poles of the bed frame. Securing the rope with a slip knot, Jack moved back to the front edge of the mattress, pulling down his trousers, stepping from them carefully, his eyes always focused on Pam's exposed pussy.
Shivering, the girl turned back around, staring at the cracked plaster wall in front of her. She should be ashamed, should be thoroughly humiliated by what was happening here. But all she could think of right now was that cock that had fucked her mother, that had made Wendy a babbling idiot. She wanted it too, wanted it bad and was willing to put up with all this for her first fuck from Jack.
"Uhhhh...."
What was that? Her thoughts were interrupted by a thin line of hard cold against the sole of her left foot. There it was again! Pam stiffened, her shoulders shuddering while her spine bowed up. Turning around and shaking the blonde hair from her eyes, she saw Jack kneeling there behind her, his cock stiff and thick and long, jutting out from his groin. He was doing something, holding something in his hands. Oh, there was the awful touch again, this time against her right ankle. It was metallic, whatever it was, Pam was certain of it.
"What?"
Pam gasped, her eyes bugging out as Jack pulled out a long, rust-colored marlin spike from behind her buttocks.
"Was in the Navy, baby. Have a lotta these," he explained, balancing the hideous, dagger-like thing in his right hand.
"Oh no...."
"Can play all kinds of games with this mother. Wanna see some?"
"No, no!"
Was he going to stab her with that? The thought of that sharp spike going through her flesh made her scream, jerking back, twisting her wrists against the ropes. The bed frame clattered noisily against the wall. Again she thought of her mother fucking him, her body humping and twisting against Jack's. That was something else. But this ... this was nothing but pure, savage sadism!
"Help! Oh God, someone out there, isn't anyone out there to help me?" Pam screamed, her head down, her arms stiff as the muscles tensed and bulged against her sweat-slicked flesh.
"Christ!"
Jack dropped the spike on the mattress, sliding off quickly and pulling out a pair of his cotton jockeys from the bureau. Pam was still screaming for help when he jammed the undergarment in her mouth, forcing it past her front teeth and down onto her molars, finally stuffing the red and white banned elastic waist band between her lips. Pam choked and coughed with that gag, her tongue nearly rolled back into her throat. She breathed with whistling, wheezing sounds through her nostrils as Jack hooked the gag to her mouth with several strips of black electrician's tape he also had in the drawer.
"There, baby. Scream your fuckin' head off. Ain't no one gonna hear you now," he said with satisfaction, moving back to the foot of the bed and picking up the spike. Pam's ordeal had just begun.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Unfnnfnfffff!"
The scream stuck in her throat. Pam jerked her head from left to right, more tears rolling down her cheeks as the cold sharp point slicked up and down the backs of her thighs. Jack was toying with her, teasing her with that spike, drawing it up to her pussy, then letting it slip back down to her ankles. Once he sliced a thin line across the back of her calf, making the girl shrink away from the sharp, cold pain.
"Oooofffffff!"
But there was little she could do. The ropes held her in that obscene, exposed doggie-fuck position. Then he drove the spike back up, up toward her cunt. The young girl cried out through the spit-soaked gag, fearing her sphincter muscles would fail from the rising excitement and terror. How her heart beat, how it made her pulse rush through her arteries! And he hadn't even really touched her yet!
"Yeah, nice, real nice."
Pam was shaking with complete terror. She didn't dare look back at Jack, afraid somehow that moving would make her pain that much more unbearable. Instead the young teen turned her head to the left and saw her reflection, hands bound in front of her, gag in her mouth, in a cracked dirty mirror. It leaned against the opposite wall, tilted back so Pam could see herself and Jack well in it. He had probably put it there purposely so his victims had a good view of their own degradation!
She felt the warm, sticky mess rolling out of her cunt and dribbling down the backs of her thighs. She felt so vulnerable, so very, very ex posed. Glancing at the mirror, she could see Jack smacking his lips as he surveyed her firm, round swelling ass. Pam tensed her asscheeks, a movement that didn't go unnoticed by Jack. He reached out with his free hand, rubbing his fingers almost lovingly up and down her ass.
"Nice, sweet ass, baby. Real nice. Gonna feel good slippin' my cock into that pussy. Then maybe I can take care of your shitter," he added, rubbing one finger over her asshole.
Pam shuddered, shaking her head from side to side, moaning hotly through the cotton gag. No, no, she wasn't like her mother, she didn't want to have her asshole stuffed with a dildo, a cock!
Pam wasn't given too much to ponder. Jack was shoving her knees forward a little, forcing her ass up into the air. A rush of guilt and shame hit her as she stared once more at the obscene reflection in the mirror. She was stark naked, stripped and bound like some kind of animal, her cunt dribbling juice. And behind her was this man, this complete stranger, stroking his cock, holding a rusty marlin spike in one hand. God only knows what he was going to do to her. And all she could do was moan through a gag, bob her ass up and down, and love the subtle rubbing sensation of her cuntlips as they rubbed against one another with that ass jerking movement.
Gradually Pam became more and more aware of that hot, sticky crack between her thighs. Closing her eyes, Pam trembled, waiting for Jack to make his next move. He made it quickly. The tip of the spike slid down, across one asscheek, over the crack, then onto the other asscheek, the tip nearly piercing her flesh.
Again and again Pam screamed through the gag, her flesh quivering at the horrible touch of that instrument. But Jack moved on, sliding the spike up toward her waist, then slowly, slowly down to the sensitive spot where her asscheeks met her thighs.
Pam felt her belly muscles cramp hard and her knees slowly drifting together. The sheets gathered under her legs as she twisted and writhed under this torment.
Jack slipped the spike down, increasing the pressure until the teen was sure he would pierce her flesh. He was going to stab her to death right here, drive that rusty dagger-thing through her body again and again in some kind of weird sexual frenzy! Pam sobbed through the jockey shorts, wondering what kind of madness had brought her here in the first place.
"Uhhh ... ooohhhhhh!"
But no, there was no stabbing. Instead, Jack moved the marlin spike back up as she felt the thing trace along the outer line of her cuntlips! Her pussy sucked in air, opening up in an uncontrollable spasm. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area made her heart pound hard. Biting her tongue Pam cried out again and again into the spit-soaked cotton, wishing she could run away from that horrible feeling making her cunt react so strangely.
"You dig it, baby. I can tell that," Jack said in a husky voice. "You can't have enough of it. Your cunt's goin' nuts when I touch it. Just like your old lady. Can't get enough of this kinda crap."
Wrong! He was wrong! She wasn't like her mother, like that woman who craved this ... this kind of horror. Was she?
"Ohhhhhh!"
A strong chill at the center of her pussy made the girl pitch forward, her forehead brushing over the wrinkled top sheet. He had that spike pressed lengthwise against her cunt, the cold rusty sides contrasting sharply with her warm, moist pussy labes. Pam's snatch clamped down on emptiness, the rusty surface of the spike roughing and sanding the slick surfaces of her cuntlips.
Pleased with the reaction, Jack rocked the spike back and forth, pressing the tip hard against her clit hood. Again the young teen gasped, her nostrils flaring, her widened eyes glazing over. Never, never before had she felt such strange feelings rushing through her body. Even when she had watched her mother roped and fucked in that bizarre way Pam had not felt what she was feeling now. The cold, rusty pressure on her clit sent slivers of sensation blasting through her body. Her spine arched, making her cunt open eagerly to Jack's stare.
"Yeah. You're a real slut ... just like your old lady. Two of a kind."
No, no! He was wrong. Again she wanted to tell him that, wanted to scream to him that he had the wrong idea about her. She wasn't at all like....
"Uhhhfhhfhhffffff!"
Oh, what was he doing to her-to her mind, to her body? Jack was rocking that spike back and forth, back and forth on her clit. And all the while he kept calling her vile, filthy names, telling her she was nothing but a whore, nothing but a useless slut whose only purpose in life was to service guys like him.
"And when I get through with you, you ain't gonna wanna do nothin' else but bend down and get fucked like this, baby," Jack promised.
No, no! He was out of his mind. No woman would willingly submit to something like this. And yet that repeated touch and the chill of the spike sent such delicious, strange streamers of lewdness rushing through the terrified girl. Was she going mad? Could it be that there was some kind of weird pleasure connected with this? Ropes were one thing, but this kind of threat? Were they one in the same?
Pam felt a hotter, more intense lust radiating out from her crotch. She fought with herself, unsure of what was going on with her own mind and body. All she knew was that her pulse was racing, and that the heat between her white, shivering thighs was growing more intense, more concentrated. Opening her eyes and staring at the mirror again, she saw Jack stroking his long, thick cock with his free hand. Yes, oh God yes, it was as beautiful, as powerful as she remembered it had been when he had fucked her mother! And now he was going to fuck her!
Pam grunted loudly, the tip of the spike stabbing at the folds of her clit. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch. He knew what he was doing all right, knew how to push her to the threshold of sheer pain without pushing her over. He was dangling her over a pit of sheer wild sexual sensation-and pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch. He knew what he was doing alright, knew how to push her to the threshold of sheer pain without pushing her over. He was dangling her over a pit of sheer wild sexual sensation ... and Pam was starting to love it!
"Uhhhfhhffffff!"
The young blonde teen was grunting faster now, feeling her cuntlips catch fire. The constant rushing of her juices down her thighs let her know just how aroused she actually was. She felt the rising heat of her sexuality on her cheeks, her tits, even spreading on her tightened belly. The fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the fear Jack would somehow still stab her with that marlin spike aroused her higher. How she hated herself for these feelings of excitement. And yet, she knew it was impossible to fight them off.
"Go for it, bitch. Come on, show me what you're worth, baby. Go for it, go for it."
He kept encouraging her to shame herself in front of him, to rut like a common slut. And how she reveled in that shameless thought! Jack was moving the tip of the spike down into her pussy and stabbing it in and out, in and out like a small, deadly cock. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slackened off. But the terror of having her cunt carved up like a roast made a wet, sick, quivering kind of sensuality explode in her belly; Instinctively the girl shoved her ass back toward Jack, angling it up. He laughed, letting the tip of the spike slip around the rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her asshole.
With a sudden flash of shyness the girl wanted to hide her aroused pussy from Jack. The spasm in her asshole let her pussy slacken, the air in her overheated hole blowing out. She shot quick glances at the mirror. Jack was still stroking his long cock, oblivious to her noisy cunthole.
"Uhhhhhhfff...."
Pam knew she was shaming herself but there was nothing she could do about it. Just like her mother, the girl was trapped by her own body, a slave to the emotions rioting in her. She bobbed her asscheeks up and down, her body hungry for this stud.
She felt the spike poking at her asshole, making her sphincter convulse and clamp down tight once more. She thought again of her mother bent over, Jack's cock in her pussy while that long pink dildo sawed and screwed in and out of her ass. One more time Jack stabbed that thing against her shitter lips. For an instant the girl thought of that spike stretching her bowels while his prick slipped into her slick pussy.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh, baby, you're hot and slick down there. You bein' this hot means you been wantin' a fuckin' for a long time," Jack said, pressing the spike at the rim of her asshole.
Pam gasped with shock, the stabs forcing the rubbery ring of her ass inward, almost breaking the gray/pink skin. She felt some forbidden pleasure and for an instant the girl let herself imagine Jack fucking her in the ass.
"Man, oh man...."
Jack was panting now, still jacking at his cock. His fist moved faster and faster on that slippery cock shaft. He poked the tip of the spike into the swollen outer edges of her cuntlips, then moved it back against her ass. Looking into the mirror once again, Pam saw her body moving obscenely, twisting and writhing like that of a snake while Jack fisted his cock rod.
"Fuckin' good, baby, fuckin' good," he moaned, working himself into a frenzy.
Pam was riding high on her own lust as well, rolling her ass and hips from side to side, arching and shoving her ass back at him while tugging at the ropes. She could hear the ties groaning from the pressure she put on them, pulling back, scratching her broken fingernails against the hemp. How she wanted to embrace Jack, to hold him close, tight against her young body while he fucked her!
"Huhrhhrhhrrrr!"
Her asshole and cunt blazed with heat. Pam's nervous sweat trickled into her pussy, mixing with the flowing juices. She felt the oily, slippery mixture rolling down her thighs. Even in that faded, dusty mirror she could see her body glistening. Rivulets ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like traces on the sides of her dangling tits.
"Bitch pig! You like watchin' it too? Now take a good look at the cock of a real man who's gonna fuck you blind!" Jack shouted.
There was a moment's pause, then Pam felt the blind stabs of his cock against her pussy. The fat, meaty head of his cock slipped up under the crack between her cuntlips.
Pam felt the salty drop of pre-cum oozing from his cunt slit set her body on fire. She thought of her cherry, of how she was going to lose it to this foul man. But then Jack's cockhead stabbed forward once more, making her roll her hips forward, then shove them back against his groin. He began slapping her with the flat of his left hand, still jacking his prick with the right. Again and again the fingers smacked dryly across her shivering ass, the resilient white flesh steadily reddening under the loud blows. Pam yelped at each smack, her body shuddering, the resultant hot, stinging sensations racing like electric sparks to the head of her clit.
"Oooooofffffff!"
He stopped, leaning forward and pressing his cockhead hard against her cuntal mouth. His cockhead was lodging in her cunthole and it felt as if his thrust would tear her pussy to pieces. Pam gasped, feeling the muscles stretching painfully around the fat head, trembling with excitement, trying to suck the big thing in.
"Uhhhh ... come on, baby, come on and loosen up!" Jack groaned.
Pam felt him moving one hand down to her pussy, his fingertips stroking along her cuntlips while his cockhead continued to batter her pussyhole.
"Yeahhh, gotta loosen up or it's gonna tear you in half, baby. Come on ... uhhhh, that's it."
Slowly the blonde teen felt her muscles softening, felt Jack's cockrod slipping into the velvety, seepy pit of her pussy. It was going in, actually going in! Pam let out gasp after gasp through the spitty gag, her head spinning around and around. How strange it was having a man's cock inside her! It was like being taken over completely, like being possessed by some foreign force! Jack leaned forward a little more, putting his hands on the young girl's hips. At times her muscles cramped, sending streamers of pain racing through her body. But Jack kept hitting her, shouting at her to take it all.
"Come on, bitch, gobble it up. Take it hot up your pussy the way your old lady does, Jack taunted, hitting Pam again across the ass.
"Uhhfhhfhfffff!"
The long, thick cock slipped into her cunt channel like a set of greased fingers. The heavy flow of her cuntjuice made Pam's pussy slippery for the invading cock. Once his cockhead went into her dripping pussy Jack let go of her hips and shifted his grip forward to the high-riding tits scraping over the tousled sheets of the bed. It was just about then Pam felt Jack's cockhead hit her cherry like a ton of bricks. She let out a high-pitched squeal, yelping again and again while she shook her body violently.
"What the? You're a fuckin' virgin, ain'tcha?" he said, his face screwing up in disbelief. "Man, oh man, with an old lady like that, I thought you'd be fuckin' your brains out by now!"
Jack muttered out loud, pulling his cock a few inches out, dragging back her cuntal sheath. Pam trembled, wondering what he was going to do next. Her body was hungry for him. And yet, how terrified she was at having her cherry pierced by this horrible man! She waited there like a condemned prisoner as Jack gave several tentative hunches to his cockrod.
"Ohhhhfffffff!"
"Ain't fucked a fuckin' virgin for a long time, baby. But ... it's gotta be done. It's gonna be somethin' else feelin' that cherry pop!"
Pam yanked and tugged frantically at the ropes still chafing her wrists, her nails flailing at the line, her muscles bulging and cramping against her sweaty flesh. Again the teen felt those rough fingers hooking around her hip bones, felt his knees jamming up against the backs of her legs as Jack crouched down like a dog. Her last moments of childhood innocence were on her. There was a moment's pause then that fat cock chugged forward relentlessly, the head steaming into her cunthole, sending out a fine spray of juice from her violated pussy.
Pam started to scream. Then she felt the incredible pressure of Jack's cock against her cherry. There was a shock of incredible pain followed by a tearing, ripping sensation. Gone! It was gone! In the flick of an eyelash her cherry had been pulverized by Jack's rodding cock. Pam let out a wail of defeat and pain, her muscles going slack as her head sagged forward.
"Ohhhhhh yeah, baby, yeah, was real good ... real good feelin' your cherry pop like that," Jack whispered, his hands crawling filthily all over her body.
"Ufhfhfhhfhffffff!"
Pam shuddered with revulsion and excitement, loathing and yet at the same time loving this animal who had ruined her. His hands were up around her tits again now, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, kneading them, flicking against her hard nipples. The resulting aching heat exploding in them telegraphed down into her tormented, filled cunt.
"Fuck it out, baby! Man, it's gonna feel real good dumpin' a load down your pussy, real good."
How she loathed Jack, hated and loved the prick that was sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt by the second. Then in a moment she felt something ticklish around her stretched pussylips. His cockhairs! Oh God, he was all the way in her! That thickly veined prickrod was all the way into her body, throbbing against her stretched, slick cuntal sheath, taking her completely over! Jack was sliding his hips from side to side, making his cock move around in her pussy while his fingers still pinched and rolled her nipples.
At that moment Pam dimly realized she was actually enjoying the pain and the additional sting of the insults he hurled at her. Oh yes, yes, it was true. She knew any decent woman would have made him kill her. But instead she reveled in this lust. And, Pam was sure, there would be more.
CHAPTER SIX
"Huhhhrhhrrrrr!"
Pam hunched back against him even harder, the soreness from her ripped cherry having disappeared, evaporated under the glowing heat of her aroused cunt. The whole length of his thick cock was up in her cunthole now, stretching the lining up into her belly-or so it seemed. Pam felt the boulder-like head swirling around and around, driving in and out of her like a hammer.
Again and again the girl whimpered into the gag, chewing down on the elastic, biting into the cotton of those jockeys while Jack continued to rape her viciously.
"Nice ass, baby. Ain't had a good tight, hot ass like this for a while, although your old lady can throw a hard fuck, real hard fuck. The two of you oughtta get together some time," Jack said, pausing for a second and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his right hand. "Yeah, that'd be real good-a mother-daughter act, you know, with me fuckin' you first, then droppin' it into your mother. That'd be real nice." He bent forward, lapping his tongue from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.
Pam shivered, closing her eyes, imagining for a moment how something like that would be-her and her mother bound by this animal, stripped naked, shamelessly rutting in front of him while he fucked them alternately.
"Oooooohhh!"
Pam whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts, the rapid building of her lust. Pam once more tried to clamp her cunt muscles tight enough to stop his driving fuck. But the resulting pressure only incensed Jack further, his lust knowing no bounds. Letting out a deep groan, the big stud dropped his chin in the valley between her jutting shoulderblades, biting the back of her neck and tonguing her salty, sweaty flesh while fucking her with wild abandon.
Pam grunted with each forward, fucking thrust. How she sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making every ounce of her heavy tits ache with pain. She wished he would go easy and just cum. Yes, if he climaxed everything would be all right. Certainly Jack wouldn't want to keep her here after having 'unloaded,' as he put it.
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, move that ass ... thatta way, bitch," Jack said, smacking her ass again and again until Pam began prancing it in tight, frantic circles.
"Uhfhhhffff!"
He bit down harder on the back of her neck and Pam tugged violently at those horrid ropes. That constant swiveling of her ass continued now, her leg muscles cramping with the effort of bobbing around and around. Pam felt she needed that odd release now. There was no way she could escape it.
"Man ... fuck it out, bitch, fuck ... uhhhhhhhh!"
Jack's belly slapped loud and wet against the girl's firm ass. She felt those wiry hairs of his cockbush rubbing against her asshole, every scratchy curl seemed to find a matching nerve-ending to stimulate. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove the girl mad. Pam shoved back against Jack's pounding cock like a crazy woman, her ass swiveling and bobbing while she made grunting, rutting sounds in her throat.
Jack's fingernails clawed at the sensitive tips of her nipples. The girl sobbed more loudly as the pain intensified. No, no, she was going to make it, going to feel her pussy explode in a wild climax! It was going to be even greater than the one she had experienced the night before while watching her mother get her brains fucked out. The room began to drop away from her. Nothing mattered ... nothing but her cunt and that wonderful cock filling it, stretching it, gouging against her convulsing pussywalls. All the girl wanted now was to have those tight, itchy feelings deep in her pussy increase, to grow hotter and more intense until the pain and the swelling and the sexual tension swept over her.
Pam rolled her head, her eyes glazing over. She clawed at the groaning ropes, driving her shoulders downward. The throbbing ache in her tits needed more stimulation, more pain-causing pressure. Moving back, she slipped the hard-tipped tits against Jack's clutching hands. He saw what was happening and smiled down at the frantic teen, twisting her nipples harder, pinching them flat between his forefingers and thumbs until he could make out the distinct squeaks of pleasure/pain through the girl's jockey gag.
"Bitch! You come here actin' like you don't know what the fuck's goin' on in life, yet you throw that ass around like a first-class pro," Jack said, laughing as he shoved his greasy hunk of cockmeat into her again and again, his balls slapping against her pussy.
Crazed with arousal, the young woman felt lusty bolts of lightning shooting from her cunt. Never had she believed someone as young as she could feel something this sexually powerful. But it was happening, the convulsions taking her breath away! Gasping and tossing her ass around in tighter and tighter circles, the frantic blonde teen knew she was going to cum in a few seconds. She was growling like an animal, low harsh noises escaping from her throat and slipping past the tight-fitting cotton gag. That whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode.
"Ooooooohhhh!"
Pam tried to hold off just a little more. But the tremendous blast furnace of chilly heat in her pussy grew more and more. She heard the squishing of his cock in her pussy and felt the juices dribbling down the backs of her thighs. No, it was impossible to hold off any longer. Her muscles were growing hard, almost as hard as the cock rodding her cunt. The tension in her wet pussy was building more and more, making it clamp tighter. Pam ground her teeth against the wet jockey, feeling she had no energy for grunting or gasping now. All her being was focused on her pussy, pin-pointing around the pistoning cockrod hammering again and again against her pussywalls.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're tightenin' up on me ... and it's fuckin' good ... uhhhhh!"
Pam felt his cock thickening in her pussy! The pounding beat of his cockthrusts slowed for an instant. Pam could feel his fingers dancing around her tits, his body shivering as if someone had touched him with an electric wire. Then he resumed his fucking with an even wilder beat, his grunts turning into the howls of the damned, his fingers brutalizing her nipples more painfully. Pam heard him crying out and she readied herself, twisting her wrists against the ropes, loving the additional pain that movement sent rushing through her body.
"Yafggfhfhfhhfffff!"
There was a furious, savage jab and his cock head plunged all the way down into her pussy. There was another yowl, then an explosion of cum firehosing against her pussy. Pam felt the gushing streamers of hot spunk spattering against her pussywalls, eating into the tight lining like acid. The woman gasped, blowing out a breath around the gag and feeling her pussywalls crashing down.
"Yaggghfhfhffff!"
Another spasm, this one more powerful, more painful, more delicious than the first! Her face whitened, her nostrils flaring while grunting sounds escaped around the elastic waistband of the brief gag. That massive fuck jolt shattered the young girl completely. Her sphincter went into spasms, wringing the cum-spewing prick tighter than before. Her hips swiveled uncontrollably while her shoulders shivered and thrust back and forth. Pam going to pieces right there in front of Jack, her body betraying her, revealing all the pent-up sexuality in the girl.
"Bitch!"
Jack shouted obscenities at her, biting down against the back of her neck once more, breaking the skin while a third blast of cum spattered deep in her pussy. No more, no more, Pam could take no more. The terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt, radiating out to her nipples, her fingers, her toes. Her cunt and asshole seemed to be blazing with white fire. After each shivering pulse of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next blast. Pam sobbed, knowing that the spurting gut-spraying cockshaft would collapse soon. There would be no more fucking, no more teasing. And then-and then what would happen to her?
"Ohhh, baby, baby, good, good, good," Jack crooned, smoothing his fingers around her ass, caressing her while laying his tongue around her shoulders and nape of the neck.
Pam groaned, her arms going limp against the restraining ropes. Her cunt had betrayed her. It as milking more and more cum from his balls, caressing his shooting cock. With a gasp of defeat, Pam sagged in her bonds, feeling the ebbing throbs of his prick against her sensitive pussywalls.
"Man, oh man."
Jack slumped heavily on top of her, his body shoving Pam's down to the bed. She sprawled on the dirty mattress, twisting her face away, smelling the stale aroma of beer on Jack's breath while he gave his cunt-embedded cock a few more hunches. Fucked, she had been fucked, her body torn in two by that prick while he'd beaten her, roped her, humiliated her. She should feel nothing but loathing for this man. Yet while he pressed the breath from her body with his muscular weight, why did she want more? Why, even now, did the girl want him to hold her longer, to abuse her more savagely than earlier?
Jack reached around, tearing the black electrician's tape from her head and pulling the salty gag from between her lips.
"God ... oh my God," Pam whimpered, licking her dry lips.
Her cuntal muscles were still convulsing, still grasping at his softening prick. The young girl squeezed her thighs, feeling the subtle rub of his groin against her asshole and feeling his hands still pawing her tits, her nipples. Jack had possessed her completely, had broken her innocence, popped her cherry. And how she had loved every second of it!
"A good, feisty slut like you needs more 'n this kinda fuckin.' You're better 'n your mother, know that, bitch? She holds back when I have at 'er ... leastways, she was doin' that last time. But you gotta have it all, right?"
Pam shook her head, lying through her teeth, denying what was the obvious.
"Yeah, right."
She felt his cockhead pulling out, the double flanges tugging at her cuntal sleeve. A mixture of cum and hot juice dribbled down her ass, wetting her thighs even more and making her wish Jack could somehow get hard again real fast and fuck her mindless.
"Come on."
He had pulled out of her completely, leaving her feeling so abandoned, so alone. Pam twisted her head from side to side, tugging her wrists gently at the ropes. In a moment Jack's fingers were unbinding the line fastening her wrists to the bed. Keeping her hands roped together, the big stud rolled off the mattress, pulling Pam behind him.
"Up, baby, up!"
Her feet shuffled over the matted, rotting carpeting, her head lowered, her eyes cast down. She could feel the warm cum still dribbling from between her swollen labes, slicking down her thighs and trickling to her ankles. She marched behind him, walking down the darkened corridor to the bathroom.
"Inside," he said, stepping behind the girl and pushing her hard between the shoulders.
"Uhhhh...."
Pam stumbled over her own feet, careening into the cracked porcelain sink. Her belly pressed against the cold smooth surface, her hair splashing over her face. Looking up into the cracked mirror, she saw her pouting lips, her flushed cheeks, her eyes still partially glazed from the experience of having been fucked by this maniac. Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, Pam straightened, throwing her shoulders back, feeling gloriously sluttish in her nakedness as Jack stepped into the bathroom and rubbed his fingers over her upper arms.
"Baby, you're gonna get me real hard again real soon," he whispered, dropping his head and sucking on her neck flesh. "But I'm gonna work us both up so we can really enjoy it."
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Pam gasped, her flesh crawling as his fingers moved down, down to her full, supple thighs. Peering in the cracked mirror, she could still see the froth oozing from her cuntslit.
"Gotta clean you up first, right? I mean, can't be fuckin' a sloppy pussy. That ain't natural-like," Jack said, sliding his hands back up to her elbows and guiding the girl away from the sink.
Pam whimpered, her soles aching with the cold from the dirty tiled bathroom floor. He was pushing her forward toward the large bathtub. How the teen wished he'd take the ropes off her wrists. They were starting to hurt now, her flesh throbbing with pain. Jack kept pushing her forward until her knees struck the porcelain surface. Peering down into the empty tub, Pam shivered. The surface hadn't been washed for a long time and a dark-brown ring encircled the dingy white surface. A thin trickle of cold water leaked steadily from the faucet.
"In you go."
Pam felt his hands slide up to a spot halfway between her shoulderblades and push forward.
"Ohhhhh!"
It was awful! The girl jerked her hands forward for balance, but it did little because of the line roping her wrists together. She felt herself losing her balance, toppling hand over foot into the tub.
Pam struck the opposite tiled wall with her forehead, her knees, banging sharply against one edge of the tub. Twisting around, she landed hard on one side, bruising her left thigh while her feet continued to dangle awkwardly over the edge. Jack laughed, kicking her soles again and again until the girl drew them into the tub. Blue and yellow stars flashed wildly in her head as she tried to clear her mind.
"You ... you don't ... oh please, don't do this to me," she sobbed, blinking away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Jack sneered down, scratching his cock and balls. No, he wasn't hard yet. He couldn't be, not after having cum that hard in her only moments ago. Then what was he going to do to her? Pam watched, cringing like a frightened kitten in the tub as he wheeled about and picked up a dirty, scratched plastic glass from the sink's edge. The sound of rushing water filled the room for a moment as Jack filled the glass, drank it, then refilled it. He repeated this several times, never taking his eyes off the terrified blonde teen. Finishing the fifth glass, Jack threw the tumbler into the sink, wiping his mouth with one hand. He swaggered over to her, his cock wagging from side to side, the head striking each hairy, thick-muscled hip.
"Know what I'm gonna do to you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing, glittering with some unknown excitement.
"N-no," Pam stammered, feeling chills of revulsion rippling up and down her spine.
Jack was holding his cock in one hand now, the fingers gently caressing the dark-pink flesh, the head aimed directly at her face. No, he wasn't hard so he wasn't going to make her suck his cock as she had feared. Something else far worse was going to happen. Instinctively the girl drew back, her spine pressing against the cold porcelain, the flesh around her thighs tightening as her eyes focused on the cockhead. Then she saw a drop of something ooze out of that piss-slit. Dear God in heaven! He was going to piss on her!
Jack smiled, seeing the truth dawning on the young woman.
"Some women dig this. Don't know about you, but I'm sure havin' a ball," Jack said, bending his knees slightly and lowering his ass.
Pam yammered for mercy, her bare feet breathing against the sides of the tub, her tits jiggling as she saw another drop, then another, then another ooze up to his piss-slit. They were dropping onto the cold white porcelain, leaving a faint yellow trail on the surface. Pam gasped, her eyes rounding more as the droplets became more and more frequent.
"Oh no!"
Jack smiled more broadly, his fingers encircling the neck of his prick. A yellow stream began to seep out, splattering against the edge of the tub, sending a fine spray into the girl's face. Pam winced as if she had been touched with a hot poker, shrinking back, frantically searching for some way out, some path of escape. The stream grew stronger, moving out from the edge of the tub and finally splattering on her belly.
"Ughghghhhh!"
She felt her stomach muscles tighten as the bile rose sour in her throat. Gasping, the girl sucked in another deep breath as the stream moved up and down, coating her body with the warm, oily urine.
"Ohhhh, yeahh, baby, baby, good seein' you as the bottom of my personal toilet. 'Cause that's what you are, know that? No decent bitch'd go out to some guy's apartment and show off her pussy like you just did."
"No, oh no!"
The piss spilled over the mound of Pam's belly, filling her navel and spilling over onto her cunt. She felt the vile piss slicking down her pussyhairs and greasing down her thighs, rolling past her ankles to the drain where it gurgled through the small holes to the pipes below.
Pam shivered, her eyelids blinking while she wiggled her hips, instinctively trying to shake free of the hot droplets stinging her.
"Yeah baby, move that ass. Move it the way you did when I fucked you."
The stream stopped. Pam let out a low moan. It was over for now, but more would follow, of that she was certain.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam shut her eyes, biting her lower lip hard until she thought the thin skin would break. She had to keep from crying out with rage and disgust. Jack had taken several more drinks of water loading up as it were, then starting to piss on her all over again. The thin, hot yellow spray stung her nipples, moving up to her throat, then back down to her pussy where it concentrated on her clit.
Again Pam tried folding one leg over the other, trying to protect her pussy. But nothing seemed to work. Time and time again Jack found her cunt with his piss, filling her pussy with that foul urine, then moving the stream back up to her chin.
At that point Pam couldn't stand it any longer. Jerking up her hands, she covered her mouth with her fingers just as the piss splattered against her knuckles. Some sprayed into her eyes, her hair. She could feel the bile rising once more. With a sharp cry the girl scooted around, turning over until her tits and knees were pressing against the cold piss-slicked porcelain surface of the bath tub.
"What's the matter, baby! Don't you like havin' your body pissed on?"
Jack's sharp, sick laughter echoed in the small room. And then there was the sound of that faucet, that horrid faucet, followed by the gulping sounds of Jack drinking down glass after glass of water. He was refilling and the sounds of his smacking lips filled her with rage and disgust.
The tumbler clattered around in the sink once more. Oh God, it was going to start all over again.
"Uhhhhh...."
He was pissing on her ass now, directing the stream in and out of her asscrack, laughing each time her asscheeks puckered up with goose-flesh and trembled at the touch of the hot, stinging spray. Then he moved the urine spray up along her spine, wetting down the bumps and hollows, soaking her hair with the foul, yellow liquid.
More than once Pam thought she was going to die of shame and rage as the urine slicked her body again and again. At last the stream stopped as it had before, the last few droplets striking the back of her neck. Pam shook her head, pressing her fingertips against her forehead.
How could this be happening to her? She had been a good girl up to now, her mother's darling. And now there she was, bound at the wrists, flung into this filthy tub while a man pissed on her, using her as his private toilet.
Oh God, the thought of what had just happened to her nearly made the girl faint with horror and excitement!
"Uhhhhhhh...."
"Turn around, baby, turn around or I'm gonna kick you around!"
Pam let out a shuddering sigh of defeat. What else could she do? Folding one leg over the other, the girl rolled back onto her ass, shivering as she felt her flesh sliding over the piss coating the porcelain surface. Jack was drinking more water again, covering his mouth as he let out a watery belch.
"On your knees, baby. Come on, you can move faster. I saw that fuckin' ass whippin' around when I was reamin' out your cunt back there," Jack said, jerking his head in. the direction of the bedroom.
Pam did as she was told, hauling her young body up until the fronts of her thighs were pressing against the tub's side.
"Now, open your mouth."
"Wh ... what?"
"You heard me, baby, open that fuckin' mouth or I'll kick it open," he threatened, drawing back and curling one leg up.
Pam wasn't sure if he was bluffing or not. But the girl wasn't about to take that chance. Swallowing down a lump of fear and revulsion, the young blonde teen did as she was ordered once more. She closed her eyes and took deep, breast-heaving breaths. With each breath her tits lifted and jostled together gently, something that wasn't lost on Jack's rising excitement.
How much time had passed since her cherry had been ripped from her? Minutes? Hours? This ordeal in the bathroom seemed to transcend time. All the girl knew at this point was that her nipples were starting to feel sensitive again, sore, and her clit twinged. God, could all this vile posturing be exciting her? Could the fact that she was bound like this, being pissed on, wallowing in the filth and stink of an open sewer was turning her on?
"No," Pam said, shaking her head, trying to drive that awful thought from her mind.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah. It's happenin'," Jack said as if guessing her thoughts. "And it's gonna keep on happenin' as long as you want it."
"Don't want it," Pam said, unsure of what was going on in her mind and body.
"Yeah, right. Sure you don't."
Jack was holding his cock once more, the fingers stroking the purple, silky head. Oh God, he was starting to get hard all over again! Pam's eyes took in the dark-blue veins beginning to push out from the steely inner core. She saw the balls tightening, rising up against his crotch while the black bush of cockhairs seemed to bristle with electric excitement. Jack's fingers were starting to tremble slightly with his rising arousal while his knees pressed anxiously against the edge of the tub.
The room seemed to grow smaller, a thickening of the air apparent to the young, trembling girl. Pam moved her fingers down between her thighs, slowly sliding the tips up and down along the swelling edges of her cunt lips. The sliding of her fingers eased by the piss made her tremble all over, her flesh puckering up into goose while her toes curled back until they cramped. What on earth was happening to her? What on earth was going on, turning her into some kind of filthy, rutting slut?
The golden stream began again, striking her thighs, then moving quickly up her belly to the base of her throat. He was directing the thick main part of the stream along her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes. Pam's nostrils flared as she considered drowning in his piss. How the stink spread, making her feel so sick, so vile! The terrible warm stream cascaded along her belly, her thighs, then back up to her face once more, slicking down the hair near her forehead and ears. Pam felt herself wallowing in piss, her body bathed in the awful, yellow stuff while Jack watched and laughed.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, swim in the shit. You're somethin' else, diggin' this, wantin' to be pissed on. I don't think your old lady'd dig it."
Did he see her? Did he know she was playing with herself, rubbing her fingers along her pussy, stroking her clit while he pissed on her? For Pam was sliding her right forefinger in and out of her cunt, feeling the muscles tightening around the stabbing digit. Again the ropes chafing her wrists added some spice somehow to the ordeal. As the piss coated her, making her pussy convulse again, the ropes reminded Pam again and again of just how helpless she was. And that reminder was a further source of excitement for her.
"Closer, baby, come on, get closer to me," Jack said.
Like a moth drawn to a flame Pam obeyed, raising herself slightly, still keeping her mouth opened wide, her eyes unblinking. The piss splattered in her mouth again, coating her white teeth. She choked, swallowed, choked and coughed some more. A strange fire was washing up and down her belly, burning into her cunt. Over all she could hear Jack's uneven breathing, the gurgling sound of the piss trickling into the pipes below. She whipped her hips, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders.
Shivering, Pam had her eyes screwed tightly shut while her hands cupped her convulsing pussy. It was so strange, so horribly strange having these kinds of feelings under these circumstances! Her knees kept banging against the side of the tub while her tits danced and slapped loudly, wetly together. Jack was still making obscene comments about her body and about what he was still going to do to her. Sliding her fingers into her pussy, the young girl began flailing her clit with her thumbnail while the urine splashed in and out of her mouth like some kind of obscene fountain!
"I'll take care of that for you, baby. No sense in you doin' that all alone."
Jack was in the tub in an instant, his urine splashing over her belly, her face, her feet. She felt something touching her cunt. It was his right foot! Breathing hard, his neck muscles taut, quivering, Jack slipped his right toe into her pussy, moving it up, touching her clit with the jagged nail.
'llghfhhfhfh ... yaggghhghhh!" The obscenity of it, the unreality of it made the girl cum like crazy. She pitched forward, striking her nose and forehead against Jack's right knee, her cunt throbbing like an open festering wound. Again and again the chilly heat flashed through her pussy, making Pam gasp for more breath. It was so good, sooooo very, very good having these sensations burning through her body.
"Uhhhhhhhh...."
And then it was over. Falling back and striking her skull against the floor of the piss slicked tub, Pam lay lifeless, staring up at the big man who was still holding his hard cock between his fingers.
"A real mess," he commented, his smile fading as he stepped from the tub. "Gotta clean you up."
There were more sounds, squeaking ones. And then an icy spray hit her, making Pam jerk back to life. Jack was directing the pelting shower spray directly on her face, her mouth, her thighs, her cunt.
Pam screamed, her flesh tightening against her bones, her skin turning a light-blue as the water washed her of Jack's piss. In a moment Pam felt her body growing numb against the merciless onslaught of the cold water.
"There you go, baby," Jack commented, turning off the water and pushing back the soaked hair from her face.
"You ... you've done so much to me. Please, just lemme go now ... please...."
"In a while, bitch. Got one more thing to go through with you. I'm hard now, baby, and I ain't gonna get soft by jackin' off into some toilet thinkin' about how soft and warm your cunt is. I gotta feel that thing one more time, bitch, one more time."
His hands were gripping hers, hauling her limp body up from the tub. Pam felt like a drained sack, the feeling having been kicked and trampled out of her by this maniac. She fell over the edge of the bath tub and sprawled on the tiled floor, her flesh squeaking against the surface. Jack muttered some curses, sliding his hands under her arms and dragging her down the hall, back to his awful, hideous bedroom. Turning her head weakly to the right, Pam saw the mattress where her rape had taken place. There was a light-pink stain to the right of the dirty sheets, the only indication that she had lost her cherry that day. Pam shuddered at the sight.
"Uhhhh...."
He flung her back onto the mattress, knocking her hands away from her tits that lay big and round on her rising and falling chest.
"Nice, nice, like always, nice," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over her cleaned body, her face, her thighs.
Moving away from Pam for a moment, Jack reached into that awful bureau drawer, pulling out an assortment of articles that looked some thing like earrings, but they were too big. Besides, why would he want her to wear earrings at a time like this?
"Here we go, baby."
Jack lay the various objects in a semi-circle on the mattress next to her right thigh, picking up the largest of the U-shaped things and tugging her thighs apart. Pam closed her eyes, sure she didn't want to see what was about to happen to her. She felt his fingers busying around her pussylips, just the touch of them against her very sensitive cunt making her body shiver. She had just cum in the tub and every inch of her cuntal area twitched and tingled at the lightest touch. And now he was screwing something very tight and very cold to her pussymeat! Jerking her head up, Pam peered over her firm-nippled tits and saw Jack screwing one of those awful things to her cunt lip!
"Oh God!"
"Picked this up at the Pleasure Chest over on Santa Monica Boulevard," he muttered, giving the clamp a tentative tug and watching Pam's face slacken and turn white at the resulting tension. He smiled.
Pam dropped her head back onto the crushed, dirty pillow, gritting her teeth and fighting back the pain shooting through her cunt. She rubbed the backs of her legs against the mattress, feeling the cold penetrating the very being of her soul. Jack was screwing that thing tighter and tighter, trapping her right pussylabe in the screw, pulling it against her right thigh, enjoying Pam's discomfort.
"Yeah, that's it," Jack said, smiling as Pam's face whitened as he tugged the screwed lip hard with one hand.
His prick was hard ... stone-hard, the blue veins throbbing against the flesh flow as they had earlier when he had fucked her for the first time. Then there was another screw, just as cold and hard as the first. Pam shuddered, letting out a hissing breath through her front teeth as Jack screwed that horrible thing into her opposite cuntlips, tugging her pussy open wide.
"Mmmmmmm...."
He slid down, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, his face dropping down into her pussy. The clamps had opened the girl wide and Jack had no trouble sticking his tongue deep into her pussy, sopping up the juices flowing from her cunt, moaning into her pussy and drawing echoing moans from the helpless young teen.
"Ohhhh, you don't know ... oh God, don't ... don't...."
Pam couldn't speak, couldn't think as that wonderful tongue scoured her pussy again and again. She felt the tip barely touching the rubbery, tense rim of her pussy, then dip down into the depths of her cunt. And all the while Jack was groaning into her cunt, sucking hard, his cheeks caving in as he drank in more and more of the hot, flowing pussy juice.
Pam dug her fingernails into her thighs, curling her back and pushing her head into the pillow, wondering when all this would stop-and hoping it never would!
"Gonna really dress you up, baby."
Pulling back, Jack began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them on the same way. The pain was even more acute as he screwed the rings on very tight, compressing her nipples until she thought they would pinch off. Again Pam clenched her teeth, screaming softly.
"Uhhhfhhfff."
Next Jack slipped off the mattress, drawing the girl's wrists back to the right rear wooden pole he had roped her to earlier. Drawing her arms high over her head, Jack took another piece of line from the trunk and secured her wrists firmly to the pole. Moving quickly, he took some cord and stretched it around her right ankle, securing it with a double slip knot, then bending her leg back until her sole was pressing up against her buttocks. Pam groaned, her knees hurting from the tension.
"Noooo...."
Drawing the line out from her asscheeks, Jack pulled back until the free end was where her wrists had been attached. Securing the cord to that bedpole, Jack took another piece of cord and repeated the procedure with her left leg, bending it until the sole was pressed against her ass then attaching it to the opposite bedpole. In a moment the girl had her arms stretched high over her head and secured as well, her thighs opened with her legs doubled back under her body. Never before had Pam felt so opened, so vulnerable
"Now," he said, rubbing his fingers over her pussy and feeling the muscles convulse under his touch. "Now we start to have some real fun."
"No, no, oh no, please, I can't take any more of this," she cried, exhaustion disappearing and being replaced by that weird combination of terror and excitement.
Jack knew better, climbing onto the bed and thumbing her screwed nipples, sucking them, biting them, increasing the pain shooting through them. When Pam screamed out in agony, he threw his naked body on top of her, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. He pressed his lips hard against Pam's, chewing on her lips, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth while shoving his cock up and down the length of her pussy.
"Noooffffff!"
"Haven't had enough yet, eh baby?"
Pulling himself up, he brought the flat of his right hand against her cheek, backhanding her, then slapping her once more, her head snapping from side to side from the force of those blows. Pam felt the heat of his slaps but there was no longer pain connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat flaming through her. In her belly the fires of hell that had tormented her were turning into some thing quite different, something that made her cum with wild vengeance.
"Wanna be fucked like an animal, huh? Just like your old lady. Okay, that's the way it's gonna be."
Pam squirmed and strained under his pinching, punching hands as he shoved his tongue into her mouth once more. At the same time he gripped her long silky hair, tugging and yanking painfully at it with one hand while sliding his other beneath her, squeezing her beaten asscheeks hard. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded ass only inflamed her lust. She was getting hotter and hotter again. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe she was nothing more than a rutting animal, anxious to be fucked into oblivion.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
Pam tasted his spit oozing down her throat. It was lovely, as lovely as it was horrible! And how the pressure of those screws on her cunt lips and nipples made her flush with excitement. Yes, yes, it was wonderful more wonderful than she could have imagined. And it was all happening to her at once!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack's mouth was all over her face, tonguing her, kissing her, while his cock jabbed steadily against her slick cunt. Hate and lust filled the girl's mind. She hated and loathed this man who had raped her, who had ripped away her cherry, then beaten and pissed on her. And yet the way he was touching her, the way he was playing with her body made her want him more than she had wanted anything before in her life. She wanted this cruel animal on top of her, fucking her, filling her up, exciting her body.
Pam's large, hard-tipped tits heaved up and down as his fingers tugged on her nipples. She bit at him, to have him slap her once more. Her ass thumped crazily on the mattress, her ankles straining to be free, tugging at the cutting cords and ropes that held them against her thighs. Even the pain of those restraints against her wrists and ankles added to the perverse delight scorching her veins until they smoldered with desire.
"Ughghhfhfhfff!"
"Fucked, baby. Keep thinkin' about it. Keep thinkin' about me drivin' my cockrod into your cunt all over again. Only this time there ain't gonna be no cherry to stop me. I'm gonna go down all the way, fuck you all the way in until you split wide open."
"I hate you," she snapped. "I hate you for what you've done to me. I'll never forget what you've done to me, never!"
Jack threw back his head and laughed, pinching her nipples all the more cruelly while humping his cockhead against her cunt. Pam shivered.
"I don't give a fuck," he said. "I ain't out to marry you, bitch, I'm just out to fuck the shit outta that pussy. If you like it, all the better." He shrugged lightly. "And if you don't, I don't really give a flyin' fuck, baby, not a flyin' fuck!"
He stopped for another moment, smiling strangely at her, then sliding up until he was straddling her chest. She felt his balls resting against her tits while the weight of his body began making it somewhat difficult for her to breathe easily.
"Suck it. Come on, get it good and wet for me. Get my prick good and wet for your pussy, baby," Jack said, sliding one hand behind her skull.
"No, no!" Pam cried, twisting her head this way and that, closing her eyes, clenching her teeth as she tried pulling away.
"Open your mouth," he ordered once more, his voice heavy with menace, his fingers tightening around several stands of hair.
Pam looked at the cock trembling over her nose, her eyes nearly crossing to take in the long, thick, cum-heavy thing. She could smell the arousal of his crotch, smell the heavy sweat rolling down his belly. The odor of a man in heat triggered something in her. But still the girl refused, shaking her head from side to side, clenching her teeth more tightly against one another.
"Ughhh!" Pam shouted as he tore more strands from her skull.
Staring at that horrid, big cock up close, it seemed so immense, so huge, larger than the last time she had seen it. And each time it pulsed, more of the opaque liquid oozed from the head. It wasn't piss this time, Pam knew. It was cum, hot, white cum, the spunk that had filled her before he had dragged her off to the bathroom and done these hideous thing to her body!
"Suck it, baby, come on suck it."
Pam opened her mouth to protest and that was all Jack needed. Tightening his grip around her hair, he shoved her head up, leaning forward, his cock pressing up against her upper lip. Pam groaned, trying again to jerk her head away, but the gripping fingers blocked her face.
Jack had slipped his legs forward, his knees pressing against either side of her skull. She was surrounded by cockmeat, by his balls, by his legs. There was nowhere she could move her head to hide her mouth. Slowly she felt the hot, red, slick cockhead press harder against her lips. Giving up completely, the young woman opened her mouth, letting that hard cock slide over the tip of her tongue and press up against the sides of her cheeks.
"Ohhhhh yeahhh ... ain't nothin' like havin' a woman's mouth around your cock. Almost beats fuckin' em," Jack moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back while his fingers caressed the sides of her face.
Pam groaned, feeling lightning shoot through her. Jack had reached back. He was touching her clit now, pulling her clit, then pressing it down against the surrounding flesh. While she sucked in more of the cockrod, Jack was toying with her, exciting her pussy more and more. The pain/pleasure of having her clit twisted and thumbed added a new dimension of delight and thrills to Pam's quivering body. Somehow the original idea of retching before she would take the man's cock into her mouth had disappeared.
Pam sighed happily, filling more and more of her mouth with that hot, thick thing, feeling the cum oozing from her cuntslit, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of the spunk coating her tongue, cheeks and throat.
"Uhhhhh, that's it, baby, move your tongue around it ... ughhhhh, like that. Ohhhh fuckin' Jesus yeahhh, move it around and suck hard. Yeahhhh, you know what the fuck you're doin', bitch. You ain't no beginner, baby."
Jack stuffed more of his cock into her mouth, leaning so hard against her his crotch covered her nostrils. Pam groaned, jerking her head around and sucking in air as best she could while he pounded his cockhead against the back of her throat.
"Uuufuuffff!"
Jack pulled out suddenly, wiping his cockhead against her face, pressing the hot, spongy meat against her eyelids and then wiping the head over her lips.
"Man, I couldn't take it, baby. I was gonna pop off right in your mouth. Maybe later I'll make you deep-throat it, but right now I wanna shoot off in your cunt."
The girl felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms, smoothing his thumbs once more over her cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack shouted, slapping her face with his hands, rhythmically hitting her cheeks hard, making them burn and turn a bright red.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Pam cried out with each tooth-rattling blow, her eyes still fixed to Jack's, her cunt still burning, still throbbing with the memory of his prick chugging through, burning her clit to a cinder while tearing through her shattered cherry. Oh, how she wanted every last inch of his cock crammed all the way into her. The rubbing movement would drive her mad with ecstasy, she knew it.
"Now, baby, now. You want it? You want it real bad? You want it stuffed up your cunt?"
"Yes! Oh God, God in heaven, yes!" she cried, throwing all semblance of morality out the window.
"Then take it!"
With one single thrust Jack sank his throbbing, aching cock into her cunt. Pam arched her back, feeling her bones rattling from the force of that mighty fucking thrust. Her cunt was still tight in spite of her arousal and all the juice slicking down the walls. How good it was to feel his cock squeezing through her, sex-meat against sex-meat, her clit rubbed up to a burning heat while Jack held her shoulders down with his big hands. And all the while those ropes made her muscles ache and cramp. She was tight, very, very tight, and yet his cock was sinking into her pussy like a branding iron through a tub of butter.
"Ohhhhh...."
"Yeah, baby, yeah, good, hard fuckin.' Good cockmeat comin' in."
Jack was gasping and moaning himself, shoving down hard, then pulling out, the vacuum created by his withdrawal making the girl scream out with more delight than before. Even with her labes tugged wide apart with those screws she was tight-so tight and hot.
Pam's sore, whipped ass rubbed up against his hands. He was touching her all over, fucking her and touching her, telling her how good and hot she was while his cock rodded her pussy faster and faster.
"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!"
The ropes twisted and groaned, the mattress squeaking as Pam went wild. She bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and lust, sounding as if she were drowning. Harder, faster, longer. His strokes were driving her insane all over again. He kept on lancing his cockmeat in again and again, setting up a beat she soon picked up. In and out he stabbed, his balls tight, ready to pump out the hot spunk.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Pam felt his fingers pinching her ass harder, bruising the flesh while his strokes nearly knocked the wind from her. His hard cock drove deeper and deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking pussyhole. Nothing mattered, nothing existed except her cunt, his body, his hands mauling her ass.
"Fuck."
Soon, it was going to happen very, very soon. Pam couldn't keep down the explosion about to blow through every part of her body. She felt her pussy clenching, tightening like an overwound spring while Jack kept on fucking her hard. She thrilled to the building pressure as he screwed his throbbing, blood-bloated cock into her pussyhole. The squishing, squeaking sounds of his cock rushing through Pam's cunt sounded like wonderful music to her ears. Pam let out another groan, her moans turning into screams as the tension pin pointed to a fiery climax in her pussy.
"Goin' for it, eh baby? Gonna feel it comin' through you too. I can feel it already. Ughhhh ... man, you're gonna blow it out, really...."
Jack couldn't talk any longer. His speech degenerated into moans of delight. Pam had fallen to pieces moments before. She was totally fucked, filled by the big man's cock. Her body twisted as best it could under the restraining ropes and clamps. Jack lunged forward, hard, after pausing for a second, his hips grinding painfully against hers. Pam struggled, his cockmeat pounding her into nothingness
"Cum ... cummmmmm," the girl hissed through her teeth.
"Do it, bitch!"
She let out a long, high-pitched scream, her voice shrilling through the bedroom as the power of her orgasm spiked through her body. It was more powerful than the last few times if that were possible. Perhaps she was getting better at it as her experience increased, Pam didn't know. All she knew was that she was trapped in a mad dance of climax, her ass slamming up and down against the mattress while her pussymuscles clenched down tight on the cum-spewing cockmeat. She could feel that lovely sensation again, the feeling of his cum blasting against her pussywalls, filling her up to the hilt with that wonderful warm, rich cream!
"Hhhhhrhrhhrrrr ... eagygyghhghh!"
The pain, the restraint, everything made her climax more intense. Jack bellowed, thrusting his body harder into hers when he realized she was cumming with a wildfire fury. Pam lost herself in this mad orgasm, her hips bruising, her tits jiggling, pillowed against Jack's massive chest while her pussy exploded painfully, pleasurably again and again under the lava-like attack of his cum.
Still heaving and gasping, Pam saw whirling stars explode in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook her again and again as the two of them bucked wildly, frantically. Little by little the throbbing eased, Jack's groans turning into heavy breathing. Pam sagged in her bonds, her flesh becoming very aware once more of the painful restraint of the biting cords.
"Animal ... animal," she breathed, turning her face away from him.
"Can't be all that bad, baby. Fuck, if I had the time and energy, bet I could make you cum three more times today, not to say what the fuck you'd do tonight, once you had a little rest."
"No ... oh no, you can't," Pam moaned, looking up at the line still binding her wrists to the pole above her.
"Right. Got some shit comin' down tonight anyway. But I know where I can reach you."
He moved around the bed slowly, untying the ropes, smoothing his fingers over the chafed areas and putting away the clamps and rings he had used with such positive results on the young blonde teen. When he was through, Jack pulled the exhausted girl from his bed.
"Come on, baby, up, come on. You gotta get goin'. Get on back home, baby."
Pam moved like a zombie, holding her head and drawing her halter top over her tits and fastening the garment tightly behind her. Next came her juice-dampened panties, then her short skirt-the one her mother had been so worried about as she left the house. Tears of shame filled her mind now as she zipped up the skirt and turned to leave. What would her mother say if she knew?
"Okay, baby, out. You been real nice and good, but now I gotta let you go."
Pam shuffled to the front door, her mind awhirl, her body still on fire from Jack's heavy touch. She saw the outdoors and hesitated, turning and staring back at the big, bare-chested stud. How much time had passed? The girl had no idea. But after all this Pam still wanted to stay here, wanted to have Jack do those wonderful things to her once more, to fuck her, tie her up.
"I...."
But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Thoughts of the horrible things she'd done-at least horrible in the eyes of the world-stopped her. Pam turned back once more and walked through the door, feeling the cool air brush up against her face, reviving her. The slamming of the door behind her brought the girl back to reality. Her mother had been roped and raped by this beast and now she too had let Jack perform his twisted acts on her. And how she had loved it.
Walking back toward her house, Pam hugged her upper arms, thinking of the pleasure she had seen on Jack's face each time he saw the agony he caused her. Pam knew he had gloried in her humiliation, the pain having actually added a forbidden spice to her own climax. Oh, thank God her mother's car was gone! Wendy wouldn't see her daughter stumbling in, her eyes glazed, her mind obviously elsewhere. Pam wasn't sure she could keep up a lie-at least right now.
Rushing quickly indoors Pam hurried through the living room, her knees striking the edge of the sofa on her way to the bedroom. Taking the steps two at a time, the girl reached the top in seconds, her pulse racing, her heart beating a mile a minute. Her tits jiggled teasingly in her halter as she rushed down the darkening hall. For a moment Pam hesitated at the bathroom, her eyes peering in at the immaculate white tiled floor, the large modern tub, the built-in cabinets glistening with porcelain and steel. How different it all was from the bathroom Jack had flung her into, knocking her against the tub, and then-and then pissing on her as if she were a urinal!
"God!"
What he had done to her in the bathroom was the one thing Pam had difficulty accepting. Her body revolted at the thought of feeling his urine spraying on her flesh, filling her mouth and nose. The young girl hunched down, rushing into her room and slamming the door shut. She moved forward, throwing herself face-down on the bed and burying her face in the pillow. How her cunt burned now-burned and ached and throbbed as if Jack were still there, ready to fuck her, ready to satisfy her animal cravings.
And what about her mother? Wasn't she one of Jack's women too? Hadn't he fucked her? And wouldn't he put her through the same paces again? A stab of jealousy made Pam moan, squirming against the bed. Jealous of her own mother! Pam let out a sharp, bitter laugh, wiping a lone tear from under one eye. Closing her eyes, the girl fell quickly to sleep, her mind whirling about in a sea of sexual imagery.
* * * * *
The next few days were difficult for mother and daughter. Pam refused to leave the house, staying up in her room most of the day and staring at the books she was supposed to be studying. Wendy appreciated her daughter's new-found devotion to her studies, but found her constant presence unnerving. She wanted Jack, wanted him badly. There were times she found herself standing in the kitchen, her fingers curling around the sink counter, the nails nearly breaking as she tried to drive away the burning, aching lust throbbing through her clit. There were times she stared at the yellow wall phone near the stove, her heart racing. She could call him. Just one call and the frustration would be over.
But what would she tell Pam? At breakfast or dinner Wendy noticed her daughter staring at her in a curious way-as if she knew something but wasn't telling just yet. Guilty thoughts fogged Wendy's mind, making her draw back from doing the one thing that would make her happy.
Finally, by the third day Wendy could take no more. Pam wasn't about to leave the house, it seemed, so she would have to go out. Peering up the stairs and hearing the soft music of her daughter's radio drifting down the hall, Wendy hurried back into the kitchen and dialed Jack's number. Curling her fingers nervously around the plastic coiled cord, the woman suffered as she heard the steady whirring sounds of the ringing phone, praying God Jack was in.
"Yeah?"
Wendy felt her heart stop. There, it began beating again. Putting one hand to her throat, she began speaking.
"This is Wendy ... Wendy Sterling," she added, feeling a little hot, a little dizzy.
"Sure, I remember you, baby, just down the way. Man, I even was thinkin' about you," Jack said, his voice dropping a note. "Almost jacked off...."
Wendy thought she would fall through the floor. Her lips were twitching, curling into a smile as she thought of the power she had over this man. Jacked off over her? Her fingers tightened around the receiver.
"I thought ... perhaps I could come over later and we ... well, could ... could do the same things we did before," Wendy stammered, feeling very bold and forward but unable to stop herself.
"Sure. Got nothin' goin' on. Say, about seven? I'll be waitin' baby, waitin' with my cock hard for your pussy," Jack added, ringing off.
Wendy closed her eyes, hanging up the phone and leaning against the refrigerator. Tonight. Tonight she would see him, would break another rule of society, would commit all those horrible, wonderful acts. And yes, yes, it would be worth it. Closing her eyes more tightly the woman thought of Jack, not realizing that somewhere in the back of her mind she had heard the sound of an extension phone clicking off just before she had hung up.
CHAPTER NINE
"Uhhhhh ... oh God, God, it's so...."
Good is the word Wendy wanted to use. But as she lay there naked, spread-eagled with her ass toward the floor the woman knew she couldn't say that word. Somehow it would destroy the atmosphere that hovered over the apartment as Jack proceeded to enjoy her in his sadistic ways.
"You like this, baby ... more 'n lots of women I've been fuckin' around with. Get lotta calls 'cause of that ad. But you ... man, You're worth about three or four," Jack muttered, smacking his chops.
Wendy had been tied well this time, her body a living hammock, suspended over the floor. Roping each wrist to the two front bed posts about three feet above the floor, Jack then spread the woman's legs far apart, attaching each ankle to drawer handles across the way. Sagging there, her ass dancing near the carpeting Wendy wondered what Jack would do to her. He certainly had seemed glad to see her.
Nearly dragging her into the house when she appeared at his doorstep, he was on her in an instant, tearing off her clothes, stripping her quickly then shoving her into the bedroom.
Now he was crouched down next to her, having drawn a Coleman lantern from the kitchen. Adjusting the flame carefully by turning the small metal key near the base, he kept staring up at her, smiling, enjoying the sight of her body suspended like that over the carpeting.
"That's all right," Jack murmured, toying with the lantern with a child-like fascination. "What can I do with you, baby? You call me up all the time, want me to fuck you. You're gonna get me good and tired if you keep up with that kinda shit."
He then turned the flame up all the way. Wendy looked at the fire-the bright orange turning red, then yellow as the constant hissing of air through the valve filled the room. Wendy cringed. He had something awful planned!
"Oh God...."
As Wendy shuddered, she felt her cunt start to work once more. Terror and excitement. Horror and arousal, the two seemed to work together all the time. Each time Jack had hurt her or humiliated her, Wendy had become excited, her pussy growing hot, tight, wet. The more pain he inflicted, the more she craved. And, in the end, there was always his big cock-that monstrous thing dangling from between his hairy legs, ready to fill her, to drive her mad with that plum-like head while his balls readied to blast his cum deep in her cunt. A shadow crossed over his cock and balls now as he crouched naked in front of her, his cock semi-hard, the head almost touching the floor. What she would have given for him to fuck her right now. But Wendy knew better. It wasn't time yet.
Her tits rose and fell rapidly, the nipples becoming hard and dark-red all over again. When it spasmed, her belly made her tits dance and slap softly together. Wendy opened her mouth, breathing more easily as she watched the big man fiddling around with the lantern, his eyes meeting hers occasionally, telegraphing a message that only made the woman's cunt juice all the more hotly.
"Jack ... the ropes ... hurt," Wendy said, twisting her head back and looking at the line wrapped tightly around her wrists.
The pink, chafed marks from the other day were just starting to heal and how the cord burned into her flesh now! And the weight of her suspended body pulled painfully at her muscles and tendons. She twisted back and forth to try to ease the strain but nothing could have helped. Jack had tied her too tightly, too well for her to adjust her position. There was no way she could loosen the line.
"Nice little thing, these lanterns," Jack said, turning the flame down low until it was a dark-blue. The hissing sound increased. "You can take these things out in the mountains and keep it goin' all night. Done it before."
Wendy didn't care about the mountains. Her eyes saw his cock stiffening, his balls tensing up in his groin. He was growing more and more aroused as he talked with her, toying still with that lantern. With a sigh Jack lifted the glass sheath of the lantern, placing it carefully to one side of the bureau. He turned the small key clockwise, the slim blue flame turning red once more and steadily lengthening. Wendy grimaced, feeling the heat on the underside of her left leg. Was he going to burn her with that thing? That terrible thought flashed through her mind as she eyed the lantern warily.
"Enjoy the heat? Lotta women wouldn't like it, but you look like a real Southern Cal bitch. Gonna give you more heat."
Jack moved carefully, not wanting to spill anything from the lantern. Sliding the device under her ass, he twisted the key once more, turning the flame up.
"Uhhhhhh ... ooowwwww!"
Wendy closed her eyes, her teeth chattering against one another as she pulled and tugged at the restraining ropes wildly. Her brain shattered as she felt the flames licking her rounded ass. Ohhhh, it was the torment of hell! The fire was hot enough to singe without raising blisters. But still the heat was more than anything she could have imagined! That awful flame was flicking at her, licking her ass like a scalding feather waving and brushing over her flesh. Her cries turned into strangled gurgles. Jack was sliding the lantern back and forth, the flame touching her ass at times, then moving down to her thighs. Time and time again, Wendy tried arching her body up away from the fire but the weight of her own body was her worst enemy. In the end, her muscles tired and she sagged back down toward the floor and that awful, licking flame.
"Noooooo!"
Her head snapped from side to side, her long blonde hair brushing over the floor while her tits jiggled and slapped wildly together. Something else was happening to her besides the initial reaction to the flame. The pain was gradually being replaced by a kind of dry warmth that seemed to soothe her fear and agony, it was almost like having Jack touching her with his tongue. And her response was so powerful, so sexual!
Her clit tingled while her cunt began to tighten and quiver. The nerves in her pussy raced with the steady touch of the fire. Her leg, thigh and arm muscles tensed once more, aching and throbbing with the agony of being stretched and pulled while the Coleman lantern scratched along the floor now.
"Like it, don't you, baby? You enjoy havin' your ass heated up that way. I knew you had one hell of a hot butt. But man, oh man, you dig it more 'n I expected," Jack commented, centering the flame now over her asshole and letting the flame lick up toward her gray/pink flesh.
It was like being disemboweled, Wendy thought, tensing her assmuscles and jerking up as hard as she could. Her body bounced crazily, the ropes groaning from the movements she made. Her twisting only made things worse. The weight increased against her ropes, making the line cut deeper into her flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
And above it all was the feeling that she wanted him. She had to have the power of his cock reaming her, sinking into her pussy. And yet Jack wouldn't fuck her yet. He still had more of these games to play. All she could do was bite her lower lip and twist and turn and jerk her hips shamelessly with all the wild abandon of a nympho.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it," Jack hissed, passing one hand over her pussy and smiling as the woman groaned in response.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Even that light, teasing touch was welcome! Tightening her thigh muscles once again Wendy hunched up, pressing her cuntal mound against his smoothing hand. How good it felt, how wonderfully, marvelously good it was to have that caressing hand touching her all over!
"Keep it up, baby, keep that ass movin'!" Jack moved around, spreading her cuntlips apart slowly, the thumb in constant contact with her stiffening clit. Wendy threw back her head, that gurgling in her throat growing more and more strained. She loved it, loved it all! When the flame raced over her plump ass it felt like the playful slap of a lover! She started to cry, sucking in her lower lip and biting down.
Jack was smoothing his fingers up and down between her inner and outer labes, watching with fascination as his touch made Wendy grow more and more super-heated. She twisted and writhed in her bonds, the cords sticking out on her neck, the muscles stiffening and tensing against her sweaty flesh. It was all so wonderful, too wonderful for words!
"Aggghghhhh!"
Again Jack turned up the flame, his smile growing broader as he watched the fire touching her flesh again and again. The sudden burst of heat turned a nickel-sized portion of her asscheek a bright red. Wendy screamed, her arms tugging more furiously at the ropes, her knees jerking, then snapping together while her body twisted away from the fire. More and more Wendy found herself begging for mercy, knowing full well none would be coming.
"Oh please ... please, you're hurting me," she sobbed, turning her head around, her body racked with spasms of pleasure and pain. "I can't take this ... can't ... oh God, God, it's killing me!"
Jack threw back his head and laughed more loudly than before, a hard, metallic tone in his voice now. He moved forward, pushing his fingers against her hips, swinging her back and forth over the flame, her body passing in a broad arc over the fire. The fire was blistering her now, the flame biting deeper and deeper.
"Oh God, God, stop it, Jack. Please, don't do this to me!"
Tears rolled freely from her eyes now as the fire was really hurting her now. Jack held her steady over the fire and pried her tight lips apart.
"You loved my cock up your cunt, baby. Then you had to have more-a fuckin' dildo up your ass while I fucked you silly. How about my finger now?"
With that Jack shoved a finger into her cunt, his strong grip keeping her over the flame while he wiggled that digit around and around. Wendy couldn't believe her own powerful reaction to that touch. She twisted and raved with wild delight, feeling the juices ooze from her cuntslit, wetting down that invading, twisting finger.
The fire, that touch, everything was turning her on. Wendy thought she would surely pass out from the pleasure racing through her body now. How could she stay awake with the tremendous overload of sensations attacking her body?
"Uhhhhhh...."
"I can always spot a broad who likes to get beat up, worked over before fuckin'."
"I'm not," Wendy began.
"Oh yeah you are. You should've seen that the first day you and I made it, man," Jack said, shaking his head, sticking another finger around and around, the jagged nails tearing at her cuntal lining. "I ain't seen someone turn onto a double-fuck like that for a long time. Two cocks, that's just about what you had. And you still wanted more, baby, you still wanted more."
"More ... no, no, you're wrong. You had me tied up and ... and."
But she couldn't deny the truth. He had his hand in her now, and knew she was wet ... good, hot and tight and wet with excitement.
And why? Because he had her roped up, because the flame was blistering her back, thighs and buttocks, because he was abusing her.
Jack was twisting and cork-screwing his finger inside her, making Wendy pitch and yaw like a boat in a storm. It really was like being disemboweled, hanging like this, completely helpless while that awful flame licked and burned her asscheeks mercilessly.
"No, oh help ... ohhhhhh!"
Wendy writhed as the flames burned deeper and deeper. It was as if lust itself were clawing at her, tormenting her, tempting her. The excruciating delight was making her dizzy with excitement. Her entire body strained and twisted as that fire bit into her ass. What amazed Wendy now was her need for that flame. In spite of the pain, in spite of the horror of being roped like this, suspended over that Coleman lantern, Wendy felt an actual need for that fire burning her ass, licking into her asshole. She had to have it in her cunt, somehow. Oh yes, yes, somehow that fire would stifle the inferno burning in her cunt. It was absurd, illogical, she knew. But there was a new logic working in her now, a logic of pleasure and pain.
Jack saw the glazed, fixed expression on her face and knew what her problem was. Determined to trample her completely into the dirt, he jerked his fingers from her pussy. Crawling between her spread legs, Jack bumped into the lantern, ignoring the move. Sliding closer and gripping her hips, he drove his fingers into the fleshy folds around her hips. He was going to fuck her. Dear God, he was finally going to fuck her!
"Noooo!"
"Yeah, baby, yeahhh, get it ready...."
Wendy felt his prickhead pressing against her cunt. Spasms of uncontrollable delight racked her body. She jerked and twisted more and more, the pressure of his cockhead against her outer cunt-labes somehow mixing with the biting burn of the flame under her. His fingers bruised her flesh but the more brutally he treated her, the more Wendy craved. She squealed and gagged as the massive prick tore into her tight pussy. Yes, yes, she wanted it all, wanted that fat prickrod stretching her cuntal membranes as it was doing now, making all the nerves tremble mightily as inch after thick, throbbing inch of his big prick burned into her pussyhole.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, you're ... ohhhh, it's so good, soooo very good," Wendy admitted, shamelessly rolling her hips from side to side, wanting to be ripped in two.
"Yeahhh ... good and tight ... just like...."
Jack had nearly said; "your daughter's cunt." He bit his lip, deciding to wait for another occasion to drop that bomb on the woman's head. That'd be a killer, a fact that might drive her out of her mind. He chuckled, concentrating now on her pussy, wiggling his hips from left to right so she could feel his cock better.
Wendy sighed, the prick chugging ahead, shoving to one side the densely packed muscles, pussyjuice oozing from her cunt and wetting down Jack's high-riding balls. How good it was! Adjusting her hips and moving her body around in small circles, Wendy threw back her head. Every muscle in her body was tense, taut as she wiggled her hips more and more. Jack pushed his prick ahead mercilessly, making sure the lantern was still under her. He reached around with one foot, shoving the Coleman around until the flame was back to heating a position just above her asshole. Wendy screamed once more, jerking around and twisting her fingers into the ropes holding her wrists captive while her knees tried snapping together one more time.
"Noooooo!"
Nothing could stop the onrush of climactic feelings stirring deep inside her body. It was like a bomb going off again and again, the explosions becoming stronger and stronger as she was stretched and pulled.
There was no stopping the force of her excitement. It bore down on her brain with the power of a hurricane, her cunt snapping shut on the fast-driving cock. Her clit snapped against the chugging prick, that tiny organ swollen with so much excitement, Wendy thought it would burst. Jack kept telling her he was going to shoot, going to blow her head off with his cum.
"Noooo!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Come on, make it, make it, blow your fuckin' lid off," Jack growled, his fingers slapping her hips harder and harder. He gnashed his teeth, his breaths becoming shorter, sharper as he slammed his cock deeper and deeper.
A weapon! He's using his cock as a weapon, Wendy thought to herself as she felt her body being split in two by that terrifying spear. The fire, the fucking, everything conspired against her. She cried back, her reply a hoarse, guttural growl. Biting her lips to keep from screaming too loudly, the woman tumbled over into orgasm, the spasms washing over her body like hot lava.
Again and again she screamed, her body jerking and twisting about, the ropes grinding and groaning from her wild writhing. As the fire kept lapping and licking away at her ass, Wendy came and came and came. Her lust climbed higher and higher until she reached a peak she had never thought possible. Oh, it was even higher than the one she had climbed the night before when Jack had fucked her with his prick and the dildo at the same time!
"Make it, baby, come on, make it!"
His voice echoed in her mind as that pounding prick seemed to drive deep in her belly, the fucking sensations making her hard nipples blush. He was turning her into an obedient animal, making her react as if she were a dog jumping through a hoop!
"Fuck...."
Jack slowed his fucking movements, his fingers caressing her inner thighs gently, his prick slowly moving in and out, in and out, teasing her clit again and again as the final throes of her orgasm died away. As reality began to seep back into her confused mind, Wendy blinked away the tears, her eyes staring at Jack, her mouth half opened, panting.
"Ohhhhh, wonderful."
"I know, baby, I know. That's why I didn't cum," Jack admitted, slowly pulling his still-hard prick from her pussy.
"You didn't?"
"Ain't gonna waste my cum right now-not when we just started," Jack said, glancing down at his diver's wristwatch. "We got ourselves the whole evening. And I ain't gonna blow my wad just fuckin' you once."
"My God!"
Wendy threw back her head once more. The cock and the fire had bit her flesh well, prodding her clit. And somewhere in her cunt and ass the two had met, forging one hell of a climax that had singed her mind. Her orgasm had boiled over, making her clit vibrate like a struck tuning fork. Now Jack pulled out completely, smiling that awful, knowing smile of his. Wendy shuddered.
"Eight o'clock," he said, his eyebrows raising. "Time to have some more fun before I fuck you again."
"Oh God. God!"
And yet, in spite of the pleas, Wendy hung there, her ass burning, her cunt still on fire, her heart pounding with excitement. What a whore she was!
CHAPTER TEN
Pam tip-toed around the corner of the apartment building, peering up at the lighted set of windows in the back-Jack's apartment. She knew her mother was up there with him, up there and having a 'session' with him. The girl had overhead that conversation hours ago. How she burned with humiliation, jealousy and lust as she stood there now in the narrow alley, debating what she should do.
There were times when she wanted to walk right up the stairs, curl her fingers into two fists and beat on the door, demanding entrance. But what would be the point? What could she say to them? Jack would surely laugh at her then drag her in and expose her to her mother. Could she survive something like that? Would her mother understand? Could she understand even now the forces at work in both her and her mother, making them into something little less than gutter sluts? Pam shook her head, thrusting her hands into the pockets of her dress and wondering what she should do.
Finally the girl decided to creep up the back stairs and see what was going on. Curiosity inflamed by her own young intense lust was driving her on. Gripping the cold, damp iron handrailing of the back stairs, the teen climbed up slowly, her heart beating so wildly she was sure someone would hear it.
When she had reached the top landing all she had to do was creep around the corner, making sure none of the neighbors caught sight of her and thought she was some second-story thief or something.
Her mother's voice. Pam stopped short by the sliding bedroom window. The curtains had been left partially opened, almost as if on purpose. She stopped and peered around, making sure no one was looking at her. Bending forward, the teen pressed her nose against the cold, damp glass, her eyes widening as she saw Jack standing over her mother, his cock straight out, stiff, thick.
Pam drew back, one hand over her heart, her spine pressing against the stucco wall. Behind her the sounds of cars rushing up and down the boulevard masked the heavy breathing she was doing. Fucked! Her mother, fucked in that way. But somehow it was worse now that she had been with Jack, had felt his body. Pam closed her eyes, curling her fingers into two fists, the nails biting down into her palms. She was the scorned lover, the wronged woman. Pam felt deserted as her mother was busy being fucked and beaten inside the apartment complex.
Inside Jack was adjusting the positions he had Wendy roped into. Having turned off the lantern, the big stud loosened the ropes around her wrists, Wendy's body falling with a dull thud quickly to the floor. Next came her ankles, and in a moment the woman found herself prone on the floor, the rope gone. Bringing her arms forward, Wendy rubbed her fingers around the chafed areas, then slid them back up her arms to the sore, strained spots. How good it was to be free!
"Try something a little more exotic now," Jack said, rummaging around in the green metal trunk.
Wendy rolled her head to one side, her eyes wide as he fished out a leather dog collar-or what certainly appeared to be one-decorated with quarter-inch silver studs spaced evenly from one another. On either side of the large brass buckle at the back were two long lengths of half-inch link chain and at the ends of each were two metal cuffs, opened now. Jack examined the buckles and links, determined them satisfactory, then slid over on his knees toward the prone woman.
Lifting her head, the woman lay back, feeling him attach the leather collar tightly. She gasped, her mouth opening, her nostrils flaring at the leather pressed hard against her throat. Her tongue rolled out, her eyes widening as she heard the snap close around her throat. Drawing her knees slightly back, Wendy became intensely aware of the scratchy feel of the rug against her ass and the backs of her legs. A whimper came from her throat as Jack pulled the chains forward, then draped them around her shoulders, tucking them behind her tits until they ran down either end of her spine, meeting at her lower back.
"Roll Over, bitch."
Wendy folded one leg over the other, rolling to her right side, her tits pressed against each other. Jack had drawn both arms behind her, pressing the chafed wrists together once more and locking the cuffs around them. A small double chain linked the cuffs together. Once again the woman was helpless, the chain pressing against the flesh on either side of her shoulders, leaving white marks on her pink skin.
"Now, to make sure you don't scream too loud...."
Out came what appeared to be a long leather strap. But in the center of this piece was a large red rubber ball. Automatically Wendy knew what it was and tried jerking her head away. It was an instinctive movement, one she knew had no meaning any more. Jack only laughed at her attempts, holding her head still with one hand while sliding the gag around her head. With two slaps he managed to force her mouth open, shoving the hard rubber ball between her teeth.
"Ughhhhh...."
Wendy gagged, thinking she would vomit but fearing she would drown in her own droppings if she did. Moving her head slightly to the left, the woman found she could swallow easily, her jaws still aching from being stretched open so widely by the ball. Jack was pushing her hair back, sliding the leather around her skull, affixing it at the back of her head.
"Now for the legs, and I'm gonna show you one hell of a fuck you ain't thought of yet."
Again Jack rolled the woman onto her right side, drawing both legs back until the heels were touching her fingertips. Telling her to stay that way, Jack rummaged again around in the trunk, pulling out another set of cuffs, this one larger than the first. Quickly he slipped them around her ankles, attaching them with another double set of link chain to her wrist-cuffs. Bent back this way, her mouth propped open by that filthy ball gag, Wendy was completely bound, helpless to do anything.
"Ever think what it'd be like havin' a climax that wouldn't quit?" Jack said, smoothing his fingers gently now over her nipples.
"Uhhhffff!"
The thought had never entered her mind until now. But Jack's voicing of that idea made her brain explode. Never-ending climax, dying in the throes of orgasm! How her mind caught at that thought and trembled before it as the big stud worked his fingers around and around her nipples while the other hand caressed her dripping pussy. Yes, she was hot again, hot enough for another fuck.
"Guys can't go that long. We shoot off. But I got somethin' here that's just right for you, baby. You can hang onto it as long as you've got the will."
Jack pulled out a long metal rod. It looked like that plastic prick he had fucked her ass with several nights ago. But this was more stream-lined, with several wires dangling from the flat base end. A small black box with several dials and switches came with the device and a long black cord with a plug dangled from the opposite end.
"Ohhhfhhfffff!"
Already Wendy was starting to see the significance of that box, of that plug-electrical stimulation!
"Here we go, baby. Gonna see just how much you can take."
Wendy shivered, her wrists twisting in the cuffs, her knees straining apart as she felt the cold edge of that dildo pressing her cuntlips apart. The contrast of the warm cunt meat against the cold metal made her pussymuscles contract, shrinking them around the invading cock.
"Uhhhh ... kinda touchy down there still, eh? Well, you'll open up," Jack said, twisting the metal cock around and around, watching the juices wetting down the slick, silver surface.
It was happening. The steel was gradually picking up the warmth of her body, slicking down with her flowing juices. Wendy bit down on the rubber, her teeth marking the smooth surface while saliva frothed around the corners of her stretched lips. It was going in, sliding deeper into her cunthole, the metal thing pushing aside the squiggly, warm membranes of her pussy.
"Ohhhfhhfhffff!"
Her muscles cramped around her thighs, her ass still sore from the burning of the Coleman lantern. Wendy moved her fingers, soothing them over the burn spots on her asscheeks, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of what that dildo would feel like once the electricity started flowing.
"Okay ... now we start at it," Jack said, that sadistic gleam making his eyes sparkle.
Wendy watched, her eyes wide as he attached the wires more securely to the box. Placing it flat on the bedroom floor the big stud stretched the black cord out, plugging it into a low wall socket. Almost immediately a faint, buzzing sound came from the box while a dark-red light flashed on, on the side.
"Transformer," he explained, one hand dropping down on the box.
Wendy's fingers tensed, pressing into her ass as she bit down harder onto the ball gag. Perspiration began to trickle from under her arms, wetting down her sides while her bare feet grew cold. She watched as the fingers on Jack's right hand tensed around the dial, turning slowly.
"Ummmmmm...."
Almost immediately she felt a kind of warm, vibrating feeling wash through her pussy. She strained her arms, the wrists pressing against the chains, her legs trying to pull free of the cuffs attached to her arms. Her cuntal muscles were tightening down on the warming metal prick. Her muscles were responding to the electricity. Wendy stretched her body, her shoulders aching from the awkward position, her hands growing cold and numb.
"Good, baby, good. You like it, right? I can see that in your face."
The aching in her jaw seemed to grow worse as the big stud increased the flow of electricity. Wendy arched her back, prancing her ass against the floor while the buzzing between her cuntlips grew. Her body squirmed against the carpeting, her legs tensing, relaxing, then tensing again, tugging at the chains behind them while her tits jiggled with each movement the woman made. And how her cuntlips were tightening around that dildo, tightening and caressing it as if it were her lover's cock! And how her juices flowed, wetting down that thing! Jack was right. This was going to be something she had dreamed about but had never thought possible! Constant climax! She could feel it building in the pit of her belly, feel that whirling ball of sexual hunger growing bigger and bigger, devouring her body, her mind!
"Uhhfhfhhfhffff!"
Another jolt of electricity sent her body onto yet a higher sexual plane. She wallowed her shoulderblades against the ragged carpeting, bouncing up and down like an unstrung puppet, her mind unhinged by the power of that electrified prick. And there was more to come, of that Wendy was certain.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Another jolt, another series of tingling responses from her cunt. Wendy thrust her ass up again, her flesh pulled tight against her skeleton, her body writhing and shaking mightily under the constant attack of the electrical current probing her cunt. That metal dildo seemed to be vibrating wildly in her pussy, sending her clit into the throes of delight at every touch. Wendy jerked her hands spasmodically against the chafing cuffs, spittle spraying from the corners of her gagged mouth constantly now.
She was moaning ... half in pain, half in indescribable delight as waves of unknown feelings washed over her again and again. The room sank away. Jack sank away. All that was left was her pussy and that horrible, wonderful thing sending surges of delight into her cunt. So engrossed in her own delight was Wendy that the woman had no idea that Jack had caught Pam peering in through the window.
Leaving Wendy to her own devices for a moment the young stud quickly slipped on his Levi's, leaving the apartment and sneaking up on Pam who was fascinated by her mother's bound and helpless position. Covering her mouth hard and dragging her quickly back to the apartment, Jack pulled the girl into the bedroom.
"You wanted to see how your old lady looks up close? Take a good look!"
Pam stood at the foot of the bed, her fingers pressed against her lips as she stared down at the twitching, spasming woman. How obscene it was! That metal thing was jammed halfway in her mother's pussy, the wires jiggling and jerking around as Wendy moved her body from side to side. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, only the rounded bottoms of the blue irises visible against the whites of her eyes. Her muscles strained against the sweat-dampened flesh as more and more current sliced into her cunt.
"Looks like she's havin' a good time, eh?" Pam sobbed, turning her head away, unable to look at the horrible scene.
"Don't worry, baby. I got plans for you too now," Jack said, twisting the dial off suddenly.
Wendy's body sagged to the floor immediately, her mouth easing around the rubber gag. Blinking, the woman looked up and saw-to her horror-her daughter standing above her.
"Uhhhhfhf ... noooofffff!"
What on earth? What was Pam doing here, standing in this maniac's bedroom?
"She's been here before, baby, Learned about us a while ago. I had 'er here couple of days before. Fucked the shit outta this little girl-took her cherry too. She came back wantin' more, I guess."
No, no, that couldn't be true! Pam was a good girl! She couldn't be involved in something like this. No, impossible! Wendy lay there, shamed by her position, wanting to explain something to her daughter, but realizing there could be no explanation other than the obvious one.
"Wanna see the old lady perform again?"
Jack bent down, letting go of Pam's right upper arm and switched on the dial, turning it to 'high.' Wendy screamed through the ball gag, her spine arching immediately, her shoulders and knees trembling so violently she thought her bones would shatter. Spittle flicked out and formed diamonds on her purpling lips while her nipples turned from dark-red to a kind of magenta. Pam cried out, thinking she could see sparks flying out from her mother's flesh.
"Uhhhhfffff!"
Climax! Orgasm! That rush of powerful-flowing electrons drove her over the edge once more. Only this time Wendy felt herself cumming again and again, each spasm equal to or even greater than the former! There was no slackening of the climax. Oh no, no! She was cumming again and again, the spasms making her cuntal muscles ache. And all the while the steady flow of electricity tormented her clit.
"No, stop it," Pam said, putting an arm out and holding tightly onto Jack.
"Your old lady looks like she's havin' one hell of a time. Gonna get you into the act too," Jack said, turning from the convulsing Wendy and gripping the young girl hard by the shoulders.
"No!"
Pam felt her blouse tearing around her arms. No, there was no way she would join her mother in this kind of vicious obscenity! She struggled backward, her foot striking Wendy's right thigh. She felt a kind of buzzing sensation in her leg and realized just how electrified her mother was.
"Stop it!"
Jack clamped one hand over her mouth, forcing her back, back onto the bed. His knees were on her upper arms once more, the weight of his body threatening to crush her bones. He slapped her again and again and the sounds of the blows plus Pam's resulting screams and Wendy's gagged cries of orgasm echoed through the small room. Pam groaned as Jack stripped her quickly, her clothes peeling easily from her young body.
"Like mother, like daughter," Jack muttered, pulling away her skirt and leaning back, admiring the smooth, young white flesh under him.
Wendy had been under the wonderful golden cloud of orgasm for the past few moments. Now she felt herself dying of exhaustion, her body weakened by the continual spasms exploding in her pussy. Jack slid from the bed, padding over to the small box and turning down the dial. Immediately Wendy felt the convulsions cease deep in her body. She looked up heavy-lidded at Jack then turned her head, seeing her daughter draped lifelessly over the small bed behind her. Pamela! She had nearly forgotten about her!
"It's sure lucky I've got another one of these things," Jack said, pulling out another metal rod, this one several inches shorter than the one bobbing from between Wendy's cunt lips.
Attaching the wires to the small black transformer box, Jack dropped the dildo onto the floor next to Wendy, moving to the bed and scooping up the groaning, naked teen from the mattress. He put her down in front of the bound Wendy, drawing her hands back. This time Jack bound the girl's wrists to the front legs of the heavy bureau next to the bed. Leaving her legs free the young man inserted the metal rod carefully into her cunt.
At the cold touch Pam came to, raising her head and realizing to her horror that she was facing her mother and that something very big and very cold was being inserted into her cunt.
"Oh no!"
Her eyes widened. It was the same thing Wendy had and it was attached to that same horrid black box! Pleased with himself, Jack reached down and turned the buzzing dial on. Immediately the girl felt a gentle rush of warming current, the same, she guessed, her mother felt. She looked at the dumb, glazed eyes of the older woman and felt a shock of horror. And yet something was triggered inside her all over again, the same kind of feeling she had felt while watching Jack and her mother fuck wildly earlier. Her legs straightened, hitting her mother's knees. Pam heard Wendy groan around the cock gag as the current increased for both women. Throwing her head back Pam felt her cuntal muscles gripping that cold thing hard, actually drawing it in.
She felt her mother's body wriggling around as climax built up once again in Wendy's cunt. Then both of them were cumming together with that maniac controlling them! Wendy threw her head back and let out a loud animal yelp, her ass prancing against the carpeting, her wrists pulling at the ropes, the bureau rattling behind her.
"Yeahhhh!"
Jack was turning the dial up higher and higher, each woman writhing and arching and twisting to her own orgasmic rhythm. Pam thought the world had exploded and she was living in the last holocaustic moments before her life shattered to a violent end. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as her pussy-muscles convulsed, trying to snap that metal thing in two with each spasm.
"Yaggghghghfff!"
For Wendy it was a piece of heaven. She orgasmed with each pass of electricity through her clit. How the current scorched her cunt and made her body jump up against her daughter's, her teeth clamping down harder on the ball. Her belly muscles twitched and hardened as Jack turned on more current.
"Take it, baby, take it all!"
Wendy's body arched in the bonds, her chains tugging at her shoulders, her wrists, her ankles, while the leather gag seemed to bite down deeper against her jaws.
"Ughhhaygghhh!"
Wendy thought her body was going to come apart. She kicked her legs out, her feet striking her mother, the black box, the bed. Her cries choked out, her cunt, tits and asshole torn apart by fiery metal daggers. Her bones throbbed again as the current ripped through her. Cuntjuice speckled her thighs.
Jack stared at her, then reached down and ripped the sparking dildo from her pussy. Pam shuddered, looking dumbly at her tormentor. Her mother was still thrashing as Jack ripped the line from her wrists, then dragged her up onto the bed. Looking down Pam saw his cock straining against his crotch, the head purple, dripping with cum. Throwing back her shoulders, the girl felt Jack's fingers holding her down hard, his knees banging against her thighs, holding her open. In a second his prick was drilling down, splitting her in two, impaling her like an insect while her mother thrashed and writhed, torn by electricity.
Jack was in no mood for playing around. He held her hard, squeezing her tits as he thrust his hips, forcing his prick in deeper and deeper. He tore through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit. The itching, aching force of her climax spread through her cunt. And how that cock drilled like a jack-hammer through her pussy, filling and spreading her elastic, tight cunt more and more.
"Nooooo!"
His cum spattered deep and hard in her, each wracking blow of his cock tearing her to pieces. Wave after wave of jizz washed through her as Jack writhed on top of her, his climax sending her yet higher into bliss.
"Ohhhhh...."
How long it lasted Pam had no idea. When she batted her eyes open once more, the girl realized that Jack was out of her cunt, his beautiful cock hidden under the faded blue of his tight-fitting Levi's. Gone too was that buzzing sound.
Getting up and rubbing the stiff, aching spots of her body Pam looked down and saw her mother had been unstrapped too, the metal dildo having been tucked away. Cum oozed from her snug little cunt, wetting down the sheets. Once more guilt washed over both women as they stared into one another's eyes.
"I dig this mother/daughter act, baby. We gotta try it out again some time soon. But right now I wanna get some rest. So the two of you haul some ass outta here. It's ... fuck, it's eleven o'clock! You Goddamned sluts keep me up too late, damn it!"
Eleven! They had been at it for nearly four hours, Wendy thought. And her daughter?
"Pam, I...."
Wendy stood up shakily, sliding one hand around her daughter's narrow shoulders. She was weak, her cunt still throbbing from the attack it had suffered.
"Mother, don't. I don't know how I can explain either," the girl interrupted, shrinking away from her mother's touch.
Wendy sucked in her lower lip, dropping her hand to her side. They were strangers now, further apart than ever. This thing had done it to them.
But, in spite of herself, Wendy knew she would never be able to look the other way and ignore the feelings now aroused fully in her. She would never be able to control herself now that she knew Jack would push her to limits and then beyond. And the woman guessed her younger daughter felt the same way. Passing her fingers over Pam's burning forehead the woman swallowed hard, gathering up the remnants of her clothing.
"We'll talk about this later," Wendy said, stepping into her panties, avoiding her daughter's searching, accusing eyes.
"Maybe...."
Pam felt another shiver race through her cum-filled pussy as she slipped her panties on, purposely turning her back to her mother. Would things ever be the same? Certainly their original relationship was shattered. Each had seen the other in the throes of orgasm, her body twisting about in unnatural poses, feelings of sexuality racing through her with incredible force. The girl shook her head. Later, perhaps much later they would be able to talk, not now.
"Pam, it all started ... oh, it's such a long story. But I swear, I can explain it all," Wendy said haltingly, hearing Jack rummaging around in the kitchen.
It was getting late. Tomorrow, perhaps, in the morning when everything was clearer. Then they could talk, could sort out all of this.
"Let's go, Mother," Pam said, yawning sleepily.
"Yes."
At least, Wendy thought with relief as she left the bedroom of her shame and pleasure, the pretending was over. Whatever else happened, honesty would prevail. That and unspeakable, wonderful pleasure in the bondage fantasies both women had finally found and accepted.
