Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books- all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is even sadder...
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER ENSLAVED-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ellen Hunter shuddered, crossing her arms over her naked tits and rubbing her fingers briskly over her goose-fleshed skin.
How long had she been trapped like this? Biting her pouty lower lip, the blonde teenager had no idea. The things that had happened to her during the last hour were so blurred, it was difficult for her to sort them out.
She had been coming home from school alone-her mind on a thousand other things- when a blue car pulled up next to her, two men rushed out, then grabbed her and shoved her into the auto. Ellen remembered their hands- the fingers probing her body, pawing her thighs, feeling up under her panties as she screamed and struggled against them.
No one had ever touched her pussy before. Even now, as she leaned against the cinderblock wall, Ellen shivered, remembering how one of the men had fucked his finger into her cunt.
And now she was stripped half-naked, the shreds of her skirt hanging from her waist. How the two men had laughed at her when they'd dragged her into this cellar, tearing off her blouse and bra. One of the men had tried kissing her tits. But she had shown them! She had clawed his face, making him draw back and howl while the other man pushed her back into this room and slammed the door.
Now Ellen wasn't sure if doing that was so smart. They would come back for revenge.
"Oh God, God!"
But why had they done this in the first place? She had no idea who they were. Ellen turned from the wall, pacing the tiny cell she was in. Three steps to one side, four to the other. She looked up at the ceiling. There was a tiny window at the top, letting in the last light of the day. How she wished she were back outside, heading home. How her mother must be worrying! The thought of her bedroom, her mother's kind eyes, her safe blankets made the young girl cry.
Footsteps! Ellen shook herself from this self-pitying reverie, backing up, feeling her ass pressing against the wall as the noise stopped and the large green metal door opened.
"So, you're calmed down a little?"
It was the man she had clawed. He stood there in front of her-tall, massive, his short-cropped black hair making him look somehow more evil than before. There was a slight lilting accent to his voice-German, Ellen thought, her fingernails digging into her flesh while her heart beat a mile a minute. She could tell there was a studied calm to his voice, a calm exterior hiding more sinister feelings bubbling below.
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, keeping her eyes to the floor.
It was cold inside. Ellen closed her thighs, folding one leg over the other while trying to hide her stiff red nipples from the man's eyes.
"My name's Gus. I'm not going to tell you why you're here-not yet, anyway. There's no purpose to that," he said, scuffing the toe of his black engineering boot against the floor. "All you have to know is that at least for a while you'll be under my custody. That means... anything I want it to, really."
Ellen didn't like the sound of his warning. Somehow, she managed to keep her hand steady when she wiped away a tear.
"You should be all smiles," Gus said, rubbing his hands together. "You will be, especially after we get through with you."
Ellen felt a shiver along her thighs. Was it fear? Something else? The youngster drew back, feeling the harsh rub of the cinderblocks against her ass. Gus was doing what he had done in the car-rubbing his crotch in that vile way, touching himself while leering at her. When she shuddered, he laughed brutally. The feat that he was going to rape her right there flashed through her mind.
Ellen's head began to shake while she fought for control. No man had touched her in... that way. Oh God, and there was this filthy animal, this kidnapper who had touched her ass and her pussy, and now he was going to fuck her!
"Don't... don't hurt me," Ellen whispered, her throat tight while her mouth became dry as cotton. "That's up to you."
Ellen felt terror knifing through her. The skin along her thighs and in the valley between her asscheeks crawled. As he took another step closer, the teenager drew to one side, hugging herself more tightly with her crossed arms. The sweat on his face made his close-cropped hair glisten. He wrinkled his forehead and his dark eyes seemed to narrow. Again, Gus grabbed his prick through his dirty Levi's and started squeezing it, laughing at her while taking yet another step in her direction.
The young blonde fought for her breath, imagining what it would be like having someone like the monster in front of her fucking his cock into her pussy. The thought made Ellen sick. Wildly, she looked around for some weapon, anything she could defend herself with. In that tiny cell, it was useless.
He put a heavy callused palm on her right shoulder, then shoved her back against the wall with such force the girl thought her skull had shattered against the cinderblocks. Ellen screamed, her arms flying out while her knees gave way under the force of that blow. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as she slumped to the floor. "Uhhhhh!"
"Sit up!"
Ellen pushed her hands to either side of her thighs, trying to rise from the floor. Gus moved forward again, raising his right leg and dropping the heel of the boot against her right hand. The girl screamed as she felt her knuckles crushing under the cruel leather weight. Again and again she screamed, trying to jerk her hand free of the boot heel, her arm muscles knotting up while her stomach turned from the agonizing pain. Why was she doing this?
"Uhhhhh!"
Then the weight was gone. She fell back against the wall with a whimper, drawing her injured hand under her arm and staring up tearfully at the animal in front of her. Perhaps, she thought, rape wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen to her. And when he grabbed her hair, filling his hand with the blonde strands and jerking upward, Ellen knew that having a man's cock rummaging through her cunt might not be the most awful thing in the world.
"Bitch!"
Gus jerked her close, her mouth striking the side of his left boot. She felt her lip cracking and tasted the warm, salty flavor of blood. Ellen cried out, pushing both hands against his leg while her knees scraped painfully over the cracked cement floor. She could feel the skin tearing as Gus dragged her toward the door, then stopped, twisting her hair even more tightly, making her eyelids flutter convulsively. Ellen pushed up, half-standing when he suddenly let go of her hair and shot his right hand high above his head. She looked up, watching as his opened fist seemed to come down at her in slow motion. His palm smashed against the right side of her face, sending her staggering back to the cell.
"Think you can get away with scratchin' me up? Me? Gus Schultz?" he shouted, his face reddening with hatred.
Ellen cleared her vision, lying there cringing against the wall, wishing she could die rather than endure any more of this fear. She could see his hard-on, his cock tenting up the front of his Levi's while the veins stood out on his neck. As she trembled with raw terror, he grinned, revealing tobacco-stained teeth. She flattened herself against the wall as he raised his hand again, bringing it down across her chin.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen felt his knuckles bruising her flesh and nearly dislodging her jaw, sharp jolts of pain shooting up either side of her face. She struggled against the big man, getting on her hands and knees and trying to crawl from him. The teenager banged her forehead against one wall, making Gus laugh. Then he brought one foot up and kicked her hard in the ass. In a moment, Ellen felt his fingers scratching at her skirt, pulling off the remains with one giant ripping tear.
He had stripped her naked now, revealing her lithe, sweat-glistening body.
"Nice, real nice! Gonna have some fun fuckin' around with you, baby."
Ellen whimpered, the stink of Gus's dirty Levi's making her feel a little sick.
Gus flipped the lock of the door open and kicked back, reaching down and gripping Ellen by the ankles. She tried drawing her legs away from him. But nothing seemed to work. When he began fiddling with his zipper, she started to cry more wildly, pressing her clenched fists against the floor. No! She had to be dreaming this awful horror. It simply couldn't be happening to her. Not to Ellen Hunter, the good little girl who always did what her mother told her to do.
"Oh!"
He turned her over, knocked her down onto her belly, then pushed his opened Levi's down. Ellen could hear the sound of material rubbing against flesh and knew instinctively he had stripped. She closed her eyes, feeling as if this rape would be like having surgery without anesthesia. Her tits pillowed out against the cold cement floor while her belly knotted up in terror. When she felt his fingers pawing along her inner thighs again, it was all the girl could do to keep .from retching. This filthy animal was looking at all her private parts, touching her in all those sensitive places only a lover or husband should touch. And now she could feel him reaching down between her white, shivering thighs, digging his fingers into her asscrack for leverage. He was laughing at her, his heavy breathing growing more and more labored while he began petting her asshole with one fingernail. When he jabbed his finger into her shitter and twisted it around, the girl screamed, jerking her ass up off the floor.
"Aiiieeee! No!"
Ellen tried slapping back at the big man, feeling that awful hard, wriggling sensation in her asshole. He was jabbing the slick, warm lining with his fingernail, slapping her ass with the other hand while finger-fucking her ass. Ellen's mouth gaped, her eyes rounding while she breathed heavily through her flared nostrils.
Fucked in the ass! She had heard terrible, vile stories and jokes about that sort of thing. One of her girlfriends had even said that most boys dream about doing something like that to girls. Now it was happening to her, that awful offending finger worming its way into her shitter until she could feel his knuckles rubbing up against her asscheeks. When Gus tried to slip a second finger into her asshole, Ellen shrieked, her cries choked on the flowing spit while tears washed over her flushed cheeks. Still the stretching, tearing sensation continued-hot, spicy sensations exploding from her violated asshole and pricking her clit before blasting into her brain.
He was twisting the two fingers around and around in her asshole, pulling them nearly all the way out, then fucking them back in. Her legs flew apart like those of a frog while her arms lay from her body crucifixion style. She pressed one side of her face against the cold floor, her body shaking with disgust and pain as the man finger-fucked her asshole.
"Man, that's it, baby, move that ass! Oh, wow! You're really into gettin' your little shitter fucked by Gus," he said, giving her ass a few sharp, shallow fucking jabs before sticking the fingers back all the way into her sucking shit-chute. "That's the way, that's it! Man, that's the way to make me happy. If you're real good, I'll stick my prick into your asshole later. That's the way you'll really like havin' some fuckin' fun."
His words meant nothing to the girl at this point. All she could think of was the pain, the awful, shameful heat that shot up from her asshole and made her asscheeks clench against one another like two fists. Her body jerked and twitched as if he had touched it with a cattle prod. And then the stretching sensation was gone. She could feel him wiping his fingers against her thighs. Ellen sighed with relief.
But then her breath caught a second time as she felt his thumb start to press in against her cunt. Ellen dug her knees against the floor, trying to crawl away from the offending finger. She coughed and screamed, clenching her teeth and grinding them until she thought they would break as his thumb fucked into her virgin cunt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
He was driving in a little more, scraping his thumb against her tight, slick cunt walls. Ellen's face reddened. She had touched herself several times down there, rubbing her fingers against her clit when she knew her mother was asleep in the room down the hall, doing all those things to herself that her mother had told her were bad. How delightful it had been when she had cum then, thinking about some guy at school while rubbing her clit back and forth. That was different from this cruel fucking now as she cringed on the cellar floor, being violated by this animal.
"Uhhhh... uhhhhh!"
And then the teenager felt pain as she had never felt pain before when Gus pressed that thumb against her cherry. She screamed, swatting back behind her, banging her forehead against the wall again. The pain was horrible.
"Now!" he bellowed.
"Yagghhhhh!"
It was as if someone had pushed a burning poker through her pussy flesh! Ellen nearly passed out from the agonizing pain that shot through her body. She screamed and shouted until her throat was raw. He had popped her cherry, broken the last remnant of innocence for her.
In a moment, the awful pain was gone. But the horror of what had happened remained. Her flat belly ground against the floor as she wriggled once again, her nipples scraping over the cement. It was horrid, having endured this with this man. The humiliation and degradation Ellen felt were nearly as awful as the sharp pain still throbbing between her legs.
"Man, never would've thought you were a virgin," Gus said. "You're not anymore, baby. That's for sure." He chuckled, wiping his fingers against her legs. "And that's nice for me. You've got one tight cunt. That's the way I like it."
Gus fought to keep his thumb in her narrow cunt, fucking it deeper, meeting resistance as the walls of her pussy tried closing against the invasion. He rubbed his other fingers soothingly around the rubbery cuntlips, touching her clit again and again, eventually drawing the response he wanted from Ellen.
"This is awful, awful, awful... " But something else was taking over the girl, something she hadn't experienced before. Was it the fear combined with curiosity? Was it the steady touching that was doing something to her? The teenager didn't know. But instead of the agonizing pain and fear that had taken away her breath before, now there was only the pleasant sensation of a hotly aroused cunt growing hotter and wetter under the constant touch of Gus's probing fingers.
"You'll like this, probably more than I do," he said with a cruel laugh.
"Never!"
But Ellen was beginning to suspect she was lying not only to him, but to herself, as well. He was pulling her ass buns apart now, caressing the inner lips of her dripping cunt with both thumbs.
"No more, no more!" she gasped, her face red with humiliation.
"Doesn't take much to turn you on, baby. You're hotter than a Goddamned griddle, and all I did was pop your damned cherry."
Ellen stretched her arms in front of her, clawing her nails against the floor. She was trying to get away from herself as well as from Gus as his probing fingers stoked her cunt up to blast-furnace heat. She twitched again, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out. The flicking tip circled her clit, teasing it along the edges of the quivering folds until Ellen let out a low moan. She could feel something wet and warm oozing from between her legs. Cunt juice. Oh, God in heaven, was she that hot? The thought made her tremble, her knees rubbing against one another as she tried closing her body to Gus.
"Won't stop me, baby. Won't stop anybody," he cautioned.
She screamed again, her voice cracking as Gus fucked in three fingers and began twisting them around and around as he had done in her asshole. This time, however, Ellen found that her pussy was reacting differently, the tiny muscles knotting up at the top while others began milking at his fucking fingers, trying to draw them in.
Gus laughed at the response, fucking down past where her cherry had been until he had his knuckles rubbing up against her clit.
She wept again, sobbing with shame and humiliation. It wasn't enough that she had been kidnapped. She had to be shamed by this scum.
The teenager knew it was futile to protest. She lay there defeated, exhausted by the fight. Once again, she thought of that sound, the sound of his Levi's rubbing down over his thighs. His prick was out, she knew, throbbing hard and thick, just like in those pictures she had studied in sex education class.
Ellen tried to stop thinking. Her virginity was gone, swept away both by cruelty and the thrills washing over her against her will. All she could do was go with the flow.
"You're a goddamned hot little bitch. But I've got somethin' here that's gonna put out the fire."
Ellen cringed with a new surge of fear.
CHAPTER TWO
Again, the girl scratched her nails against the concrete floor, shuddering as she felt the finger that had been fucking her cunt slipping out, making a wet, sucking sound. She lay there panting, her mind blank, her body expectant, alive to the slightest touch, waiting for the ultimate feeling-the touch of a man's cock against her violated cunt.
She felt him sliding between her splayed thighs while his fingers gripped her hipbones and drew her ass up from the floor. He was going to fuck her from behind, fucking her dog-style, fucking her like an animal!
"No! Oh, no! Nooooo!"
Her head hung down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face as more shame flushed her face. There was the sensation of something hard and hot and thick rubbing up against her ass now. His prick! Gus had promised his cock was long and thick, and now she could tell he was telling the awful truth! That thick monster cock rubbing against her cunt was no laughing matter. As the jerking head of his prick rested against her wide-open pussy, Ellen trembled in his grip.
And then Gus teased her, making her want his cock by rubbing it up and down against her creaming pussy slit. In a moment, the girl thought she would go insane. It made her twitch maddeningly. Ellen cringed, rubbing her forehead against the floor. His fingers tightened around her hipbones as he drew her closer, his hairy balls pillowing against her ass. An itchy, prickly spasm rushed through her cunt, making the squirmy pussy walls slap together so loudly Ellen feared Gus could hear the sound.
"Gonna fuck in now."
The fat cockhead pushed against her flattened cuntlips, stretching her pussy open even more widely than the fingers had.
Ellen opened her mouth, air rushing over her front teeth while her eyes nearly popped from her head. The girl felt her inner cuntlips stretching apart as the rubbery rim of her pussy went into spasms.
Gus was insistent, not paying any attention to the vain attempts of her cunt to keep him out. He pressed forward, drawing her up against his flat belly, shoving his knees up against the backs of her legs, leaning down while forcing his cockmeat into her fuck-hole.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
It was weird, so strange having something that hot and hard pressing into her. She let out another long, low moan, her teeth grinding wildly while a string of spit oozed from one corner of her mouth. Again and again, Ellen protested against the offending, fucking cock, wriggling her ass from side to side, trying to shake the firm grip of his fingers around her hips. Nothing worked. The tight little cunt hole resisted for one more second. Then, with a ticklish spasm, it gave way.
Ellen shuddered as his big cock started fucking into her pussy. Her legs shivered while her asscheeks tensed up against the big man's belly. Never in her young life had she experienced anything like this! The throbbing inside her body kept her completely conscious as she squirmed and twisted like an insect pinned to an examining table.
"Nice, real nice," he snarled.
Gus twisted more hair into his hand and began tugging back at it, jerking her head up, making the young girl scream more loudly as he tore strands from her scalp. The agony in her head took her mind off the fucking going on between her legs for a moment. Then the big man shoved down even farther, fucking his prick into her cunt hole past where her cherry had been. A tight, itchy spasm forced her cuntal walls down against his cockmeat a second time, stopping Gus from fucking his prick all the way into her pussy.
"Come on, baby, loosen up! I wanna feel you all the way down."
When Ellen's pussy still clamped hard, he twisted back on her hair, making her shriek more loudly, her head snapping back and forth. She fought as hard as she could, stretching both arms back and scraping her nails against his arm. But still the tearing sensation continued. Her tits slapped wetly together, the nipples hard and ticklish, while more hair was ripped from her scalp.
Finally, the spasm passed and Gus fucked in balls deep, releasing the girl's hair with a laugh.
"There, that wasn't all bad, was it?"
"Uhhh... ooooooo!"
Another spasms made the teenager shriek, feeling as if he were tearing her down right in the middle!
Gus slapped her ass with the back of his right hand, reaching down with the fingers of his other and working her cunt open gradually by petting her clit.
"Now we ride together, little bitch! Yeah, you're gonna make ol' Gus feel real nice!"
He was rocking back and forth-slowly at first, working his hips from side to side so she could feel his prick rubbing more sexily against her cuntal walls. She grunted with each downward fuck-thrust, her pussy sore from the constant fucking stimulation.
And then Gus crawled forward, his fingers sliding up over the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle under his touch. He was reaching for her tits, finding the long, stiff nipples and crushing them between his fingers until Ellen screeched with pain. The more she screamed, the harder he pinched the nubs until she felt herself blacking out.
"Fuck back, baby! Fuck back!"
He eased up on the nipple-pinching for a moment, slapping his thighs against her ass, making her body shiver with each pounding cock-thrust. The girl felt her mind sinking into a dim red haze as she felt Gus fucking her into a mindless oblivion. She cried out again, her hot tears rushing down her cheeks as she felt his prick swell even more against her clutching cuntal walls.
The constant shoves of his prick were building up feelings she had never been aware of before. If Gus hadn't been so concerned with himself, he would have seen the thrust of her asscheeks against his legs. Ellen felt herself getting higher and higher, the whirling golden ball of sensations between her legs burning into her clit. She had sensations that she knew were forbidden. But nothing could take them away from her now. They were her own private world, made all the more real by Gus's savage fucking.
"Yeah, yeah... " Gus was gasping, his hands still holding her belly, forcing her to stroke up and down with each movement of his cock. He was fucking faster, feeling the jizz boiling in his swinging balls. Ellen knew he was going to climax in a second. Yes, yes, it was time for her to have that feeling, too. That was only fair. Having undergone so much horror and pain, it was only just that she receive some of the pleasure as well.
"Do it, baby! Come on-do it!"
His words burned into her whirling mind as Ellen twisted and shoved. She felt his harsh, kneading fingers against her tits, twisting them, pulling at them, crushing her nipples once again. But this time, nothing mattered to her. The more pain he caused her, the more she enjoyed it.
Pleasure and pain merged into a horrid stew as Ellen fucked back at him, impaling herself on his rodding prick. Salty sweat blinded the teenager as she felt the heated length of his prick make her cuntal walls buckle in from the heat, caressing the pulsating prickmeat again and again. She felt him drape completely over her now, his teeth biting the nape of her neck as he came.
"Yeah, baby-take it!"
Ellen went insane with erotic sensations. She could feel the hot spattering of his jizz washing into her pussy. He slapped her hard, nearly knocking her senseless with the flat of his hand while still fucking his cock in her seething cunt.
Gus's hands butted against her asscheeks while he kept driving his fucker into her, the hot, squirmy cum blasting into her cunt. The throbbing, itchy sensation that had been aching its way through her pussy now turned into something far more intense, something that took her breath away.
"Ooooooo!"
Ellen didn't want Gus to know she had experienced any kind of pleasure. But how could she keep silent when those delicious feelings exploded again and again? Ellen felt him firing yet another load of cum into her pussy.
"Ooooohhh, God!"
How long it had lasted, the youngster didn't know. She had held on as he kept spilling his cum, the white cock cream overflowing her cunt and spattering her thighs and the crack of her ass. She felt him keeping her prisoner until the last of his jism finally shot from his cock. When he was through, Gus grunted out something unintelligible, slowly pulling from her clenching cunt.
Ellen fell to the floor, her mind still whirling from the awful fucking she had received. Turning her head to one side, she saw him stumbling around, pulling up his Levi's, slipping his now-flaccid monster cock into his trousers and zipping up.
"Nice, real nice. But it ain't nothin' compared to what we've got ready for you."
Again, she wondered why she had been singled out for this, taken from the streets and thrown into the cell as if she were a criminal. She lay still, watching him tuck his red flannel shirt into his jeans. Even when he stepped over her, without looking down, she watched him.
When the green door slammed shut and she was once again alone, Ellen continued to see him, feel him in her. She shivered, wondering why she had reacted as she had. But while she tried to figure out her emotions, another concern intruded. Could she withstand the onslaught that was sure to come? He had said something about more for her. Why in God's name were they doing this to her?
These and other questions whirled about in her mind for the next hour. Ellen had drawn herself into a tiny ball, wrapping her hands around her knees and resting her head against the tops. Surely someone would come for her. The police, some authority, someone alerted by her distraught mother.
She watched the light slowly dimming through the tiny overhead window. It was getting so dark. And here she lay, naked, shivering, raped!
Ellen had never felt so low before in her life. Even an hour after the fucking, she could still feel Gus's fingers crawling all over her, his hands slapping her cruelly while his prick... oh, that cock! The way it had shoved into her cunt and fucked her! Ellen shook her head, pushing away the dreadful chain of thoughts racing through her mind. The girl pressed a palm against the wall behind her, feeling the cool, clammy cinderblocks. She had to calm down, to cool her mind, her body.
But her blood began to pump faster as she remembered the savagery of the hour before. She was still unable to clarify her reactions to what had happened when there were more sounds outside the door. Instinctively, Ellen drew herself up into a tighter ball, her knuckles whitening as she heard the hinges squeaking.
There were two men standing there now- Gus and his buddy, the other man who had driven the car so quickly through the dark streets to this awful house.
"Gus tells me you like getting fucked. That's good," the tall, thin blond man said, running his slender fingers through his hair. "But I have other pleasures. So does Gus, for that matter."
He crooked one skinny finger at her, a movement that commanded her to stand.
Ellen hesitated for only a moment, quickly tensing her thighs, unfolding her legs and rising from the cold, uncomfortable floor. She could feel something cool oozing from her pussy and realized to her embarrassment that it was Gus's cum. Neither man seemed to notice, however, Gus motioning for Ellen to leave her cell.
Keeping her eyes lowered, Ellen brushed past the two men, ignoring Gus's pinching of her ass. She walked along a narrow corridor, noticing several more cells-now empty-to either side of her. She made her way to a double door at the other end of this blackened hall.
"Stop. This way."
The tall blond man fished out a ring of keys, took one and opened the door, pushing Ellen roughly into the darkness. She stubbed her toe on something, pitching forward, her arms flailing out in front for balance. Brushing away the hair from her face, she narrowed her eyes, trying to make out where she was. Gus turned on an overhead red light, the illumination barely revealing the odd, grotesque shape of what Ellen could only guess was some kind of machinery in the large room.
"Over there, by the table."
She passed several odd-looking contraptions, still trying to keep her eyes lowered as she shuffled toward the indicated table. Stopping at the front edge, Ellen looked up and saw several frightening-looking pulleys and chains hanging from eye hooks driven into the ceiling above. At the end were cuffs-two metal, two black leather with worn sheepskin lining.
"Get down on there-belly first, stupid," the tall blond said, slapping Ellen across the face when she started to sit on the edge.
The girl rubbed her face, feeling the studied, cold sadism emanating from this man. He was worse, she thought, than Gus, if that were possible. She turned around, her legs dangling over the back edge of the table, her head hanging down over the front.
Gus told her to bring her arms back, her fingers touching her hipbones. This she did, feeling both men drawing them back farther. Above, there were the sounds of creaking and clanking, particles of dust tickling her back as the cuffs lowered until they brushed her bare ass.
Gus slipped the sheepskin-lined cuffs over her wrists, cinching them tightly. Ellen complained that the leather would surely cut off the circulation to her fingers. But nothing mattered. And when she begged them to let her go because the drawing-back pressure was hurting her shoulders, the men only chuckled obscenely.
"Now, the legs, baby."
Ellen felt both men drawing her legs up, bending them back at the knees until her ankles were brushing up against the second set of cuffs. These they clamped around her ankles, both sets of restraints pulling her body into a broad-shaped U.
What happened next made the girl sweat with even more pain and disbelief. Gus took her legs, now supported by the cuffs and overhead chains, bending them back until her ankles brushed up against her wrists. Ellen groaned, bending her neck back, feeling the awful strain of this awkward position crushing her spine. Holding her in this way, Gus watched as his buddy attached two double-linked chains through both cuffs, attaching her bound wrists to her bound ankles.
It was horrid! Her thighs knotted up, cramping the muscles while her back ached from the bent-back position.
"Now, haul 'er up," the blond man said.
She saw Gus by the far wall now, turning a ratchet, tightening the chains above her. To her horror, Ellen felt the strain increase against her ankles and wrists, the pressure eventually telegraphing to her spine. They were hauling her up from the table like a sack of potatoes! Her body began to sway gently from side to side while the cuffs drew her higher and higher.
"That's enough."
The pain in her spine nearly made Ellen faint as she hung there above the table, her tits flat against her heaving chest, her body bent backward, trapped by the chains and cuffs as she hung from the ceiling.
"She's gonna go nowhere... 'til we tell her old lady where she can pick her up."
"Ohhhhh... my mother? Oh, God!"
"C'mon. Let's give her something to think about for a while. You know, the old crackle treatment."
The tall blond grinned, his thin lips pulling across his teeth grotesquely. Ellen blinked the tears from her eyes once more. She didn't even notice the squeaking, scraping sounds going on behind her while Gus played with the chains, making her body bounce up and down, that movement sending more crushing aches through her spine.
It was only when the portable generator with its black wires was wheeled directly in front of her that Ellen realized something more was in store for her.
"Wh... wh... wh!" The girl couldn't get the words out.
But when she saw Gus move with his buddy to the machine and begin to unravel the black tangle of wiring, another cry came from her throat. Those clamps! That awful, awful machine with the two plastic windows in it. And now they were glowing, the needles pulsing slowly, rhythmically back and forth.
Ellen knew what it was and had an idea of what they were going to do to her. She cringed, and her blood ran cold.
CHAPTER THREE
"Her old lady's gonna come runnin' once we start tellin' her what's goin' on with her daughter," the blond said with a laugh, opening one clamp and letting the sharp teeth bite into Ellen's nipple.
Ellen threw back her head, letting out a cry at the biting sensation against her sensitive nipple.
"We'll call 'er up... once we get this little bitch goin'. That's gonna work her up."
"Yeah, she's gonna think twice about putting the screws to Gus and Hal."
Gus attached the second clamp, twisting it around on the sensitive nub until Ellen thought he was going to tear the nipple from her tit. She sobbed, feeling the weight of the rusty steel clamps and their black rubber wires tugging at her tits. Gus took another wire, this one silver, stiffer than the others, and brought it around her thighs, slipping it into her shitter. Ellen winced, remembering the sensation she had felt when he had fucked her ass with his fingers, creating such delicious, forbidden sensations. Now she felt only the cold metal rubbing against her ass wall threateningly.
When Hal moved around to her cunt, opening the clamps and slipping them around her cuntlips, she let out another cry, nearly forgetting the cuffs binding her wrists to her ankles. The metal slipped along her cum-smeared outer pussylips, moving down to her clit.
"Now, you'll see just what can happen, baby. And your old lady's gonna hear it too."
Hal produced a small tape recorder, switching it on and placing it next to the dangling girl. At the same time, Gus threw the switch, standing by while the machine hummed and the needles inside the glass jumped silently. Instantly, Ellen felt the pulse biting into her tits, her cunt, her ass. She squirmed, her body swinging from the overhead restraints while the wires jiggled together.
"She's liking it," Gus said with a grin. "Like the little whore she is," Hal agreed, tugging at the wires and distending her nipples. "Ohhhhh!"
Ellen tried not to move too much. The cuffs were pulling her arms painfully back. Each time she swung, she thought she could feel something in her shoulder pop. But the pulsing current shooting up her ass made her thighs twitch and wriggle. Her spine ached as her tits itched maddeningly against the nibbling clamps. Ellen licked her lips, staring dully at the machine while the men laughed at her bondage.
Another notch higher! She felt the intensity of the electricity bite harder into her body, her clit starting to stand up erect from the surrounding moist pink pussy flesh while her asshole winked shut against the invading steel wire. Her belly turned flip-flops while her tits jiggled invitingly against her chest. The jolts were raising goose bumps while Ellen ground her teeth, waiting for the full force she was sure would come. Glancing down, she saw the tiny wheels turning around and around in the tape recorder.
No! She would remain silent. She wouldn't help these men torment her mother.
Again, another notch! It was all the girl could do to keep silent. She started to shiver, her cunt and tits aching. How her pussy was itching while the current continued to tease her clit and nipples. Her ass was so clogged with that wire. Ellen could feel her bowels starting to move, and she did all she could do to keep from shitting. When the current moved up yet another notch, the girl jerked and bit down hard on her tongue. Spit frothed from the corners of her mouth while her eyes started to roll about in her head. It felt as if small teeth were biting into her tits and cunt and asshole while strange, not-too-painful sensations raced through her.
Ellen felt her head starting to throb. The current was mysteriously taking away the pulling, tearing ache of the cuffs from her shoulders, thighs and hips, creating its own intensity, its own necessity. Her tits jumped when Gus turned the dial up a little more, her nipples becoming swollen while the muscles knotted in her belly, and her cuntlips felt terribly raw. Against her will, Ellen let out a groan, a sound she was certain the recorder picked up.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! That's the way, that's the way your old lady's gonna wear hear it."
"Noooo!"
She was playing right into their hands, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it! The electricity was creating a reality all its own. She was waiting for that final jolt, that surge of power that would drive her mindless with its force. She felt weak and dizzy, her mind whirling while more juice oozed from her pussy slit and made the clamps slip a bit on her outer cunt labes.
When more current shot into her body, Ellen let out another howl, jerking on the overhead restraints like a puppet. She felt sharp, cutting sensations around her tits and cunt, feeling the scratching sensation particularly around her clit. Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air bursting out and nearly shooting out the wire lodged in her bowels. Her muscles were working against her flesh involuntarily as she spasmed from the electricity. Ellen thought again of her bowels, of the way she might shit all over herself while the wires dangled beneath her. She thought about the way the electricity was raping her.
"Yaghghghg... oh, no more! No more! I can't stand it! No more! Oh God, you're... hurting... hurting meeeee!"
The recorder was picking up everything, but by this time the teenager didn't care. It felt as if some horrible animal were stalking around inside her body, clawing and biting at her, tearing at her organs until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Man, she's gonna take the whole nine yards," Gus said, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's.
Ellen screamed again, whipping her head from side to side, her face red with terror and pain while her lips began to turn purple. She felt as if she had been struck with a truck as more voltage sparked into her dangling body. Her tits and cunt felt ripped to pieces by red-hot pokers while her bones throbbed from the electricity. She tried screaming out one more time. But the spit in her mouth choked down her cries.
Looking ahead bug-eyed, Ellen watched as Gus turned the dial all the way up. The pain was enormous, making her veins stick out on her neck and forehead while the smell of burning flesh invaded her flared nostrils. Coughing sounds escaped from her mouth while the clamps around her clit burned into her cunt flesh. She shuddered and jerked on her chains, twisting around, ignoring the tearing pain in her shoulders and thighs while the cuffs chafed her wrists and ankles.
When Ellen thought she would surely die from all this electricity searing her body, Gus shut down the machine, laughing as she continued to jerk and bounce on the overhead chains.
"Eagghhhh... eaggghhhh!"
"We've got enough," Hal said.
"No. Go on and fuck her now. Let her old lady get wind of what that bitch is really like when she's hot."
Ellen felt herself being lowered to the table, the cuffs being removed from her body. She was still screaming when Hal took her by the shoulders and slammed her to the floor. Ellen tried drawing back from him, but he grabbed her by the arm and twisted it until she thought he would rip it from its socket.
She screamed again and again, spitting and kicking at him until Hal backhanded her twice, knocking her halfway unconscious.
He pulled down his pants, kicked her thighs apart and jumped onto the screaming, helpless girl.
"No, no, not this! Not this!" she screamed as she felt his big hands holding her down, his prick gouging wildly at her cunt.
Ellen's cries filled the room as she felt his cock finally reach her sloppy pussy hole, pressing hard against her cuntlips, then fucking in. Arching her back, drumming her legs against the filthy concrete floor, Ellen retched as the tall, lanky blond stud began fucking into her cunt. He was worse, in a way, than Gus had been when he had raped her. Hal kept slapping her, screaming at her, calling her filthy names while his prick ripped through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit.
"Come on, baby, work that ass around! Work it up when I fuck you!"
Ellen cringed, feeling her cunt warming up to this horrid rape. And when he started reaching for her clit, the little blonde teenager felt herself going out of control. The itching force of her climax ached through her body, making her hate herself as well as the man fucking her. And when Hal began pulling at her hair, covering her mouth with his and shoving his awful tongue down into her throat, all the girl could do was moan happily. He was making her cum all the more intensely, making her body want his all the more as he gave his prick the last few thrusts and shot his cum into her pussy.
Ellen shuddered as she felt his spunk fire-hosing into her pussy. Again and again, the itchy aches throbbed through her cunt while more and more of his cum-load sprayed into her. She wanted to drown in jism, swim in the thick cock cream while Hal kept pumping his hips against hers. The more he abused her, the more Ellen wanted to have him tear into her.
When it was finally over, Hal stiffened, then pulled his cum-dripping cock out of her cunt. Ellen felt her pussy continue to quiver and shudder. She rolled to her right side, drawing her knees protectively up to her tits and closing her eyes. These horrible men had degraded her in the worst way. And now they were staring down at her as if she were some helpless little animal, watching her cum, watching her body twist and jerk in the ecstasy of solitary orgasm.
"Okay, now we can turn off the tape recorder," Hal said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Gus nudged Ellen with the toe of one boot, rolling her onto her belly, then working the smooth leather up into her asscrack. The teenager jerked her arms in front of her, clawing at the floor, choking on her sobs as she began to crawl toward the locked door.
Ellen felt the boot leather working up against her shitter, crushing into the lower part of her spine. Was he going to try to shove that thing up her ass?
"Okay, we've got enough now to get your old lady interested in this," Hal said, holding the tape reel in one hand.
"What... what's my m-mother got to do w-with this?" Ellen stammered, pushing the hair from her eyes.
"Everything, bitch, everything," Gus said pushing his face near hers.
Ellen drew back, her heart starting to beat quickly all over again. Every square inch of her body ached from the beating, the roping, the electrocution, the fucking. But she was doing her best to focus in on what these men were telling her. Her mother involved with them? It hardly seemed possible.
"Seems your old lady saw us do something... well, not very nice," Gus said, his German accent thickening a little as he ran his fingers gently through Ellen's hair. "We were relieving somebody of a heavy burden."
"Yeah, his wallet," Hal laughed cruelly.
"She was comin' out of a bank," Gus continued, tugging on the hairs and making Ellen squeal. "Got our license number, the whole bit. We're out on bail, but it doesn't look too good... if your mother testifies."
"But... but the man," Ellen countered, sniffing back the tears as she followed their train of thought.
"We can take care of him easy. We decided to work on your old lady first. Then we can take him apart, or work up an alibi, or both. I never thought trying to wiggle out of something could be this kind of fun, though," Hal said, rubbing his knuckles against her nipples. "So, now Gus gets a chance to deliver the tape to your old lady. I think she's gonna enjoy listening to it."
"Yeah, just about as much as I'll enjoy playing it."
"Oh, God, God!" Ellen moaned, covering her face with both hands as Gus left the room and climbed the stairs to the first floor.
* * *
Some distance away, Nancy Hunter had just hung up the phone. The police had told her not to worry-that her daughter had probably gone off with some of her friends. No one believed her when she said her daughter would never do such a thing.
Turning, the tall blonde woman bit her lower Up nervously, tapping her foot, worrying about her daughter-and at the same time trying to control the tingle in her cunt. This was no time to worry about her horniness, she told herself. But while thoughts of her daughter stayed in her mind, Nancy still felt that hot, moist feeling spread like liquid butter all over her thighs. That burning itch was getting worse and worse, intensified she guessed by the nervousness over her daughter.
Ellen was a good girl. She never would have gone off like this without at least having called her. Nancy checked her wristwatch once more. It was nearly five o'clock, two hours past when Ellen normally skipped through the door. Where could she be?
Nancy felt her breathing become more shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. She felt shakier than usual, not really herself.
She had to control herself. Perhaps a drink would steady her nerves.
Moving to the bar, feeling the rub of her swollen cuntlips over one another, Nancy grabbed the bottle of vodka and began dribbling the liquor into the silver blender when she heard the front door bell. She stopped, her lips curling into a smile. Ellen must have forgotten her keys. Well, she would get to the bottom of this right away, she thought, setting her jaw firmly and marching to the front door.
Nancy was still forming her objections in her mind when she found herself face-to-face with that horrible man she had seen in the robbery days ago.
"No!" she screamed, trying to slam the door.
But Gus was faster, grabbing the edge and flinging Nancy to the floor. She skittered back on the floor, her head banging against a table. She started to scream, then thought better of it, scrambling to her feet and running into the living room. The hysterical woman could hear Gus running up to her just as she grabbed the receiver from the cradle and began punching the numbers of the police station once more.
"You're not going to talk to anybody... at least yet," Gus said, pulling the wire roughly from the wall, then flinging the phone to the floor.
Nancy backed away, hugging her body with both hands while she watched the man warily with rounded eyes. The police had told her nothing would happen. These men would be in jail, no matter what. She wouldn't even have to worry her daughter and tell her what had happened. What had gone wrong?
"I've got something here you'll be real interested in listenin' to," Gus said.
He turned on the recorder, placing it on the glass-topped coffee table in front of Nancy. There were some scratchy pops. Then came the unmistakable cries of her daughter-Ellen screaming, the men laughing. It took Nancy several seconds before she realized Gus had made the tape recently and was one of those torturing her daughter.
"No!"
Nancy lunged for the recorder, taking the machine and flinging it against the wall "That's not nice. That fucker cost me a lot of money. You'll pay for this... just like your daughter's payin' for it."
"You animal!" she screamed, flinging herself at him and clawing at his face.
Gus laughed, taking her by the wrists and forcing her back. Nancy cried out, feeling his strong fingers almost crushing the small bones. He was forcing her back, back against the wall, his hot, stinking breath disgusting her. For the first time since he had invaded her home, Nancy felt real fear for her life. Was he going to kill her to keep her from talking at the trial? Had they already eliminated her daughter?
"Bet you're just as hot as your daughter. Chip off the old block, she is," Gus said, his lips curling up into a sneer while his black eyes bored into hers-hard, black eyes, like those of a killer shark, Nancy thought with a shudder.
"No, oh no, don't-"
"You'll be taught that you don't fuck around with guys like me and Hal and expect to get away with it."
He threw her hard against the wall, the force knocking her back and head against the plaster. Nancy heard the nearby paintings falling as her knees began to buckle and she sank to the floor. Crumpling there like an old rag, she blinked her eyes, watching as Gus began slipping his belt from his jeans.
He was obviously going to fuck her.
The thought that this man who had been tormenting both her and her daughter was going to rape her right in her own living room filled her not only with fear and hatred, but began to fill her with a weird kind of excitement as well. Nancy fought down that desire as best a; she could, drawing her legs together, patting her dress down. Looking for the first chance she could to escape, Nancy began crawling away slowly, breathing so quickly her nostrils began to burn.
Gus was aware of her moves and stepped back, doubling the belt and slapping it rhythmically against his thigh.
"You know what we were doing to your daughter during that tape?" he asked, his voice thick with excitement.
Nancy stopped, horror overtaking her as she stared up at the big man.
"Something like... this!" he bellowed.
He brought the leather belt down hard across her face, the surface slicing across her right cheek and knocking the woman back to the floor. Nancy screamed, the hot tearing pain taking her breath away. She covered her face protectively with both hands while twisting around and trying to wriggle away from the man. She grabbed hold of the coffee table, turning it over and using it as a shield to protect herself.
Oh, God, why did she have to be a good citizen? What was going to happen to her daughter? And, just as importantly, what was going to happen to her?
CHAPTER FOUR
He had torn off Nancy's dress after having lashed her across the face and tits with painful regularity. Now she lay trembling in the corner of the living room, eyeing the big man straddling her, her hands covering her bra while her legs kicked back at him.
Gus was advancing slowly, his boots crushing the tall piling of the green shag rug as she cowered. How he kept snapping the belt, letting the leather strike his pants! The sound reminded the woman of a gun going off again and again. Nancy looked around more wildly than before, knowing that as long as she kept out of his reach, she was all right. If he hit her again with that horrid belt... well, she didn't know if she could stand any more of that pain.
"Come here, baby, come here and get a good sample of what your daughter got."
It was a terrible nightmare. Everything that was familiar in the living room now seemed strange, everything very unusual. She trembled with fear as she felt the rug prickling her naked ass.
"No... no!" she whimpered, her protests growing louder as Gus drew closer.
"You'll be taught you don't fink on guys like me. You and your daughter's gonna think twice about mouthin' off to the cops again."
Nancy screamed when the leather belt chewed into the soft, white flesh of her inner thigh a third time, leaving a long red mark criss-crossing the first. The dry, smacking sound mingled with her shrill scream, both her legs jerking back automatically.
Again, Gus brought the belt down, the long black strip of leather curling around her neck like a whip and stinging the flesh. Nancy's eyes bulged out as she felt the air squeezed from her windpipe. Gus was on her in a second, tightening the leather like a noose, then moving behind her and drawing her across the living room floor. Nancy choked, her tongue wriggling from her mouth while spit oozed over her pouty lip. She could get no air into her lungs! Gradually her hearing seemed to dull while a black rim began to appear around her peripheral vision. The woman gasped and coughed, her fingers clawing wildly at the black leather choking her to death.
Gus was dragging her all over the room purposely banging her body against the television set, then brushing her up against the overturned coffee table before swinging her against the wall. All the while, he maintained the pressure against her windpipe, twisting the leather more tightly until the blonde thought surely he was going to strangle her to death!
Just when Nancy felt herself falling down, down into some terrible black abyss Gus slid the belt from her throat.
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Nancy twisted around and fell onto her belly, coughing and choking, gasping for air like a fish gulping. She was dizzy, unable to think of anything except trying to get oxygen back into her bursting lungs. When she started pulling herself up from the floor, she felt the belt again, this time through the thin white nylon of her panties. She screamed, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that advancing hulk. He was capable of killing someone. He had shown her that earlier. Wild with fear, the woman looked this way and that, her gaze falling on her half-finished cocktail still on the wet bar, then falling on the still television set. It was all so grotesque. It was difficult for her to believe this was happening.
Again the belt came down, this time striking her bra and partially tearing the band holding the cups together. Nancy felt the straps loosening around her shoulders. When Gus swept one hand down and ripped the bra from her body, Nancy let out another cry. She felt her thirty-six-inch tits falling forward, jerking back and forth against her upper chest. She drew away, covering her tits, listening to the harsh laugher as he pursued her. When she stumbled, falling onto her belly once again, Gus moved in quickly. She could hear the belt whistling through the air. When the leather finally came down hard onto her ass, burning through the nylon and into her flesh, the woman let out another scream. A second, then a third stroke ripped the nylon from her flesh, revealing her reddened asscheek skin. The blows made her recoil. But again, Nancy felt something else too, a kind of needle-sharp heat that bit into her clit, creating a pleasant tingly warmth. When the belt slashed over her inner thighs, the tip touching the base of her clit, Nancy jerked as if touched by a live wire. A stroking coil of heat teased her clit, making the woman wish that something, anything would start nudging her swelling cuntlips. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Again the belt bit. Again the heat nibbled at her clit, making the woman twist about in confusion. She whimpered and shrieked. But her cries now were filled with something more than just fear and pain. Gus knew she was enjoying this, and he grinned more hellishly at her, throwing his belt to the floor.
"Now, enjoy this, slut!"
Nancy turned around, staring up at him. She didn't move. Eyes unblinking, her pulse rioting, she watched him unzip his fly. His massive fucker sprang out, bobbing up and down, the fat meaty cockhead purple. It had been so long, so very long since she had seen something like this on a man!
The sight of that massive cock took away her breath and she lay there, worshiping the thing as much as cringing away from it. When Gus started working his fingers over the full length of his prick, twisting them around his fat, hanging leathery balls, Nancy almost went up to him and began licking. Whatever could she be thinking of?
Somewhere in the distance, she could hear several cars drag racing down the street in front of her home. No one was going to help her. Life would go on as usual outside. She watched the streams of sweat streak over his face while his hands clenched, unclenched, then tightened into fists once more. One arm shot out toward Nancy. This time she didn't back down. Gus grabbed her wrist, pulling her along the floor. With his back to her, the big man couldn't see the slight smile that curled her full, pale lips. He couldn't know the jumble of emotions confusing her.
"Now I'll get you!" he snarled.
"No, no... "
"I'll fuck you 'til you taste my prick all the way up your throat!"
One part of Nancy was hoping Gus told the truth. He was spitting obscenities at her, calling her and her daughter every name in the book and telling her what he would do to her. But all the woman could do was concentrate on that colossal cock sticking out from his opened Levi's. She didn't dare tell him she wanted him to do his worst to her.
Swearing, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her a little closer to the couch. Nancy cried out, her eyes closed, tears oozing out from under her lashes as strands ripped painfully from her scalp. A bead of pre-cum was lodged in his piss-slit. He was ready now, all the delays making his balls hurt.
Letting her go, Gus kicked Nancy hard, forcing her over onto her belly. When she tried to get back up, the woman felt the heel of his boot against her neck, forcing her back to the floor. He was stepping on her, rubbing the dirty sole of his boot up against her neck, then prodding her shoulders with the sharp toe.
"Lick it clean, bitch!"
Stepping on her neck with one boot, Gus drew the other boot up to her face and shoved it against her nose and mouth. Nancy gagged, smelling something awful on the leather. Still, she had no choice. Sticking out her tongue, she began smoothing it over the cool black surface, tasting something pungent and filthy. She spat and was rewarded by a hard kick against her neck. "Awk!"
"Now lick it clean... dig out them wells too, bitch!"
Nancy did as she was told, flicking her tongue all over the cool surface, flicking up wads of filth and dirt. At times she felt her stomach turning over. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting as she cleaned the guy's boots with her tongue, gasping for air in between licking. When she had finished with one boot, Gus drew the other up to her, shoving it so hard into her mouth he nearly chipped her lower front teeth. Again Nancy licked the rounded toe, drawing her tongue up the side then back again, tasting the cold steel rings on either side of the boot. When she was nearly through, he reached down again, pulling her by her hair until her mouth was nearly level with his prick. She tried to draw back.
"Slut!" He backhanded her, the force knocking her to her side. "All the way over, bitch!" He grabbed her fleshy ass, forcing her onto her face.
Nancy tightened her asscheeks. He was going to fuck her in the ass! She could tell that. She was going to get fucked in the ass like a mindless thing whose only reason for living was to let men fuck her any way they wanted. The thought made her cunt run hotter with pussy juice as she lay there, waiting for him to have his way with her.
"Nooooo... ohhhhhh!"
He was rubbing the toe of his right boot up into her asscrack after having stripped away the rest of her shredded panties. Swearing again, Gus moved to one side, smashing a table lamp against he floor, then tearing the plastic cord from the base. He wrapped the brown line around both her wrists figure-eight fashion, cinching it so tight Nancy felt her fingers icing up under the pressure. Using the free end, the big man dragged her a little farther, her nipples frictioning against the rug.
"Can't take a chance of you gettin' away," Gus muttered, wrapping the free end of the cord around one leg of the heavy living room sofa.
When Nancy started crying out again, begging him to loosen the wire pressing so hard against her wrists, Gus pulled out a filthy handkerchief from the rear pocket of his Levi's, stuffing it into her mouth. Then he grabbed a roll of masking tape from a desk drawer nearby and taped her mouth. Nancy coughed, pushing her tongue against the awful gag, feeling the spit wad up behind the thing as Gus stepped out of his Levi's and kicked them to one side.
"Nice ass. And it's gonna be even nicer when I fuck the shit out of it."
He threw himself down onto her body with a loud grunt, his fingers savaging her, kneading her flesh, pinching her cruelly while his prick rubbed back and forth against her sweaty, hot asscrack. Nancy bit down hard on the gagging handkerchief, tears rushing down her flushed cheeks.
Her husband had never fucked her this way. Once or twice she had wanted to ask him to do something different. But Lars was so conservative, and she had loved him so she didn't want to shock him. Even after his death in the car accident Nancy had wished time and time again she had spoken up. But this... this sort of savagery, was this really what she had wanted to experience from a man?
Her cunt was running with more of her thick, creamy juice while that prickhead began worming its way deeper into her asscrack. Something was being aroused in her by this awful man. Just the thought of having Gus's prick in her ass was driving her into higher and higher heat.
Gus was biting the nape of her neck, nearly breaking flesh while sliding his hands under her body and reaching for her nipples. She felt his callused fingers pinching the hard nubs, twisting them so hard the pressure made her scream through the spit-soaked gag. And then Nancy could feel his cocktip nudging her shitter. He was about to go in, about to fuck her in the ass! The woman trembled, feeling the stretching, tearing ache each time he pressed his prickhead against her reluctant asshole.
"Nnfnnfnfnfnfffff!"
Gus pulled her back, increasing the pressure of the brown plastic cord against her wrists as he dropped back, then forced his hard prick into her asshole. Stars flashed in front of the woman as the cockhead began fucking into her tight, hot ass.
Nancy screamed through the gag. It was as if someone were ripping her body in half, the sharp, throbbing pain aching its way down her thighs to her curling toes. Again and again, she shrieked through the wet gagging handkerchief, her body shivering as she pulled and yanked at the cord holding her wrists. Captive. But he had her pinned to the floor with his thick-muscled body, his legs trapping hers while the lamp cord restrained her arms. When Gus drew back, then slammed his fucker in yet another inch into her ass, Nancy thought she would faint!
"Man, hot tight ass! Never been fucked behind, eh, baby?"
His words mocked her, shredded what was left of her pride as he mounted her from behind and began fucking in more of his prickmeat. Nancy felt the hard-held lump in her belly growing more and more taut as the sharp, gut-piercing pain of that cock fucking into her ass increased. She screamed louder, the tight ring of her shitter being ripped, she felt, by that iron-hard hunk of cockmeat. When Nancy tried screaming again, Gus braced his cockshaft with one hand and shoved down hard, fucking in more than half of his ten-inch prick.
"Aghghghghfhhfffff!"
The woman slumped to the floor, the pain in her ass searing her brain. It was some time before Nancy regained full consciousness, again becoming aware of the thick mass of cockmeat shoved into her asshole. Her shitter felt as if it were tearing while Gus started moving his hips back and forth, fucking his cock deeper into her ass. She squirmed, feeling her asshole loosen bit by bit, the lining snugged up against the boring mass of prickmeat while her legs ached from the weight of Gus's knees. The end of his long fucker was reaching deeper and deeper into her ass guts. Consciously, unbelievably, the woman began easing the tight grip of her ass ring on the guy's prick.
She gasped at the pleasure and the pain.
It was more than the woman could have hoped for. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, the slow intrusion of the hard cockmeat hurting her terribly. If she could make him cum quickly, then she wouldn't have to worry about all the pain. But some hellish force inside Nancy told her to take it easy. How good it was to feel his cock splitting her wide open! She could feel the pain of his penetration reaching higher and higher in her ass guts, spreading clear to the edges of her thighs.
"Yeah, bitch, you're full of shit-and I'm gonna feel that shit on my cock when I'm through," Gus ranted, holding her down by the shoulders and panting heavily against the back of the neck.
The guy's long, thick cock seemed to go on forever. Nancy wept again and again, the tears stinging her eyes. He was out of control behind her, pinching her nipples, crushing them while he fucked the final few inches of his cock into her ass. She could feel his hairy balls pillowing out against his groin, brushing up against her lower asscheeks while his prick throbbed in her asshole.
"Uh!" Nancy cried out, her eyelids fluttering open while her arms and legs spasmed.
He was pulling his prick out, tugging at her clenching shit-chute, seemingly yanking out a fistful of her guts. Then he paused, tensing, then he fucked back in.
Nancy squeaked through the gag, her cunt going into spasms of itchy need. The folding, slippery ring of her cuntlips massaged her clit while he shoved his big fucker down deep into her shitter.
The woman felt torn, both in her ass and in her mind. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the awful tearing pain from her nipples that added somehow to the heat singeing her clit. Her round, firm ass mounds flexed against Gus's thighs while he threatened to split her asshole open with his prick.
The sliding of his cock as it fucked deeper in her ass guts sent more shivering hot thrills through her. How awfully good it was, terribly good. She thought surely he would have to stop for some rest.
But Gus seemed tireless. He was fucking faster, relishing the resistance Nancy's ass ring was putting up. The woman cried out again, imagining the thick bar of throbbing cockmeat in her ass ballooning more and more until it was the size of a baseball bat.
Then the steady pressure eased once more. Nancy felt him come to rest hard against her body, his weight pressing oxygen from her lungs. She drew in air with a heavy gasp as he started moving his hips from side to side and stirring his fucker in her shitter.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh, yeahhhhh!"
Nancy felt him pulling his cock out again. Only this time there wasn't the harsh pain of before. The nerve-endings along her shitter were growing hotter, spasming, itching deliciously against the cocklance fucking its way into her ass again. In and out, in and out, in and out. His prick slammed back and forth faster and faster, each downward fuck-thrust making her ass shiver. Nancy didn't care how much it all hurt her now. She didn't care about her daughter, about that horrid tape that told her something was terribly amiss. All she wanted was that big cock fucking her.
She rutted shamelessly there on the rug, the cords knifing into her wrists, her body hammered again and again by Gus's fat fucker as the heat climbed to a fever pitch in her cunt. The stretched, tearing ring of her shitter, and the juicy sliding of her cuntlips against one another and her clit drove her mad.
Cumming! She would be cumming with a man's prick up her ass! And, oh, how good it was going to be!
"Now, bitch!"
He slapped her repeatedly against the back of the head while fucking her ass mercilessly.
Nancy felt only her own mind-shattering climax as the thick, spurting masses of his jizz gushed into her ass guts. Her cunt snapped shut on emptiness as she chewed on the filthy rag gagging her. It was like taking lava in her bowels as she twitched helplessly under the big fucking stud, her ass filled with his jizz as she came and came and came.
CHAPTER FIVE
Everything had been something of a blur for Nancy after having been fucked in the ass so brutally. She remembered vague images of the man crawling over her, forcing his shitty cock into her mouth and making her lick it clean with her tongue. She performed like a zombie, the power of her cunt having shattered all rational thought for a while.
She remembered him loosening the cord around her wrists, then dragging her once again about the room. Where was he taking her? Nancy wanted to ask, but she feared the answer. Thoughts of her daughter Ellen flashed through her mind. So confused was she that Nancy didn't notice Gus dragging her into the bathroom until she smelled the pleasant, slightly spicy aroma of her bath powder.
Gus had kept the cord wrapped around her wrist. When he pulled her toward the tub, Nancy struggled again, her naked legs kicking against the half-closed door while her ass pressed against the cold white porcelain.
"Get in."
He half pushed, half threw Nancy into the tub, drawing her up to a standing position and shoving her raised arms back over the shower spout overhead. She winced, feeling him tighten the cord about her wrists, then slowly lower her until her ass was about fourteen inches from the tub's slick bottom. There he hung her, winding the line around and around the steel nozzle. She saw her muscles stretched taut against her flesh. Why was he dangling her like this, her tits pulled flat over her upper chest, her sphincter opening and closing as jizz oozed from her asshole and dripped into the drain below?
"We had your daughter like this," he taunted, touching the cord overhead, making her swing back against the shower stall. "All tied up nice and pretty so she couldn't move around much."
"You're lying!" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the girl helpless, held captive by this maniac. "I'll... I'll do what you want. I won't testify. I won't!"
"That's nice. But I don't believe you, baby. You haven't had a full taste of what we can do. Now there, you'll have a good angle for me," he said with a grin.
He had lowered her a little more until her ass was swinging near the drain. Her tits were pulled flat against her upper chest while her belly quivered in nervous anticipation of things to come. He was fiddling with the top button of his Levi's again, pulling the zipper tab down, opening his jeans and revealing his flaccid cock.
Nancy licked her dry lips, feeling her throat muscles tightening around her windpipe. She thought of the way that prick had felt in her mouth and wondered if he was going to shove it back between her lips once more.
But Gus had another idea. Wagging his cock-meat in front of her face for a second, he backed away, opening the mirrored cabinet behind him and pulling out a small scratched plastic tumbler. Nancy watched dumbly as he filled the glass, drank, then filled it once more.
Slowly, Nancy began to suspect what Gus was going to do to her. Her whole mouth was like cotton while her armpits were sweaty. The hollows of her elbows and knees throbbed as the bonds cut deeply into her wrists. She wanted to cry out, but felt she couldn't get the air in her lungs for any sound. She bit her tongue, watching as he consumed yet another glass of water before throwing the tumbler into the sink with a clatter. He covered his mouth with one hand while he belched, then shook his Levi's to the floor, pulling of his boots, then tugging off the jeans.
"Untie me," she whimpered, watching his cock and balls swinging as he approached her. "Lemme go!"
Gus ignored her plea, molding her heavy tits, lightly licking her nipples with his fingernails. He was breathing more heavily, sweat turning his hair shiny. He was squeezing her nubs harder now, pulling at them, lifting her tits from her chest.
Nancy closed her eyes and moaned, the hot sharp pain searing down to her clit and making her cunt hot and tight again. The ropes cutting into her wrists added to the pain.
"Now, just in case you've got any ideas about toppin' me in shit. I've got you by the balls, baby, and you'd better believe me."
"I do! Just let me go! Let me and my daughter go and I swear we won't go to the police again," she said, realizing her voice sounded totally unconvincing.
But Gus didn't seem to notice her tone. He was leaning against the side of the tub now, bracing his knees against the high, white porcelain sides while fingering his cock. Nancy tried to stay calm, seeing that he was taking his time, relishing what he was going to do. She sucked in a breath as she saw first one, then another clear droplet of pre-cum oozing from his prickhead, dribbling down the side of the tub, the warm yellow liquid sliming her thighs.
Nancy shivered, turning her head away as if she could somehow block out what was happening to her. The touch of the vile piss couldn't be ignored. Gus's stream of piss increased, splashing on her belly now, then slicking down through her navel and spilling onto her cuntal mound. The woman could feel his piss slicking down her blonde cunt hairs, dirtying them horribly, then oozing into her cuntal crack. What was worse-what was so oddly terrible-was that Nancy felt her cuntal muscles spasming softly as the piss touched her pussy. She shook her hips, sucking in a deep breath and holding it.
"So, you don't like being a toilet, right?"
"You sick... " Nancy choked on her own word. There was so much she wanted to call him, so much she wanted to scream into his face. But instead, she just hung there, helpless under the big man, waiting for him to do his worst. When she began twisting her body up from the tub, Gus reached down and smacked her hard with the back of his hand. His knuckles bruised her chin, stunning the woman for a moment.
Nancy blinked her eyes, biting her Up to keep from crying with frustration and rage while the thin hot spray of piss stung her nipples, then slicked down her cunt until all her pussy hairs were soaked with piss.
"Not bad, not bad," he muttered.
Gus had stopped for a moment, flicking off a droplet from his prickhead that smacked against her eye. She blinked, twisting her wrists in the rope, wishing she could pry herself free just for a second, she would show him. She would tear him to pieces with her bare hands until... until she would piss on him and make him feel what she felt!
But things didn't work that way.
Gus turned around and refilled the glass with water twice. Nancy shut her eyes, praying for strength. Already, the stink of his piss where it had puddled under her ass rose like a steam from a hot sidewalk. She didn't know if she could take much more of this horror. Again and again, she thought of Ellen as she hung there and wondered if her daughter had endured this same kind of vile treatment.
Gus climbed in, moving his stocking-clad feet away from the piss that had nearly all gurgled down the drain directly under Nancy's ass. He coughed, then put his hands on his hips and nodded at her. He was positioned well, his thick-muscled legs apart on either side of her belly. Nancy was breathing heavily now, her nostrils burning with the air she sucked in. She tried folding one leg over the other, but he saw the move and kicked her knees apart. He was going to piss up into her cunt! He was going to make her swim in the awful filth and love it!
She cried out once more, kicking back at the big stud balancing himself in the narrow tub. He seemed to like her hysteria, the way her body jerked on the overhead rope while she fought desperately to kick him away.
"Ow!"
Gus slapped her twice, reaching down and gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Horrible pain shot from her jaw up the sides of her head, nearly blowing off the top of her skull. Nancy shrieked, her body shivering. While she was like that, her tits rising and falling, slapping softly against one another, Gus began pissing again. This time, to her horror, Nancy felt the yellow stream sloshing over her tongue, spattering back against her tonsils, washing down her throat! She gagged, feeling the harsh, sour bile rising in her throat. He was pissing in her mouth! She could taste the sour flavor of his piss as it splashed over her front teeth, gathered in foamy pools around her tongue, then sloshed around her mouth before gushing down her throat.
He was laughing at her, hurting her jaw and laughing at her while pissing into her mouth. When she screamed again, knocking her knees savagely against the sides of the tub, Gus threw her head back, forcing her skull hard against the side.
Nancy closed her mouth, turning her head and spitting out what she could of his piss while once more fighting down the desire to vomit. She smelled piss, tasted it, was surrounded by it. and the foul man was still pissing on her, spilling the awful liquid over her cunt, onto her face, onto her belly.
What was worse was the heat that had begun to burn her pussy. Her clit curled from the awful heat, aching with the strain of another oncoming orgasm.
Just as Gus went dry, she felt the nerve endings in her cunt explode, unable to take the tension any longer. She whipped her hips back and forth, feeling her lower back rubbing painfully against the nozzles of the tub while her wrists were cut badly by the overhead ropes. Her hair splashed over her face and shoulders while her eyes screwed into a squint. Gus could see what was happening and laughed at her reaction, wagging his prick from side to side, raising one foot and pulling off the white cotton stocking.
"Here, I'll help you out, baby. That's the least I can do, right?"
He braced himself against the shower door, guiding his right toe into her cunt. Through a red mist, she saw that his prick was hard and dry now, throbbing up and down.
Yes, yes, she wanted him in her! She didn't care what kind of foulness he had put her through. All Nancy wanted was that big cock in her, fucking her, savaging her pussy while she sloshed around in his filth. He was fucking her now, that jagged toenail rubbing against her clit until blast after blast rushed through the poor woman. Nancy yowled, banging her back against the wall, kicking out.
How long she had rutted that way, the woman had no idea. When Nancy blinked her eyes clear yet again, she saw what was happening. Gus had lowered her still farther until her ass was flat against the tub, her legs stretched out in front of her. Only now did she realize just how filthy he was. He was a foot away. His stomach was gurgling while he belched repeatedly.
Turning around, the big man exposed his ass to her, farting in her face twice before tensing his thighs and pushing his ass out a little farther. Nancy felt the vomit rising in her throat as a third fart gassed her into a gagging fit. He was going to shit on her! Once more, fear and anger rose. But the anger wasn't strong enough this time to overwhelm her. The fear and self-hatred racked her, making her speechless as she hung there, waiting for the awful, inevitable shitting.
Nancy gagged, watching as the hairs along his ass crease wiggled. There! Oh God, there was the rounded head of a brown turd squeezing out of his stretched asshole! As the first pieces of shit fell, the reverberations echoed deep into her belly. Nancy screamed, twisting around wildly, trying to climb from the tub as more and more shit plopped from his asshole and smeared over her thighs and cunt. This was the ultimate degradation, to be used as a foul toilet.
And there, in the midst of all this, he was jerking off, working his fingers along his prick while peering back and watching how he was fouling her! As the last of the shit left his asshole, he slapped his prick several times, wheeling around and staring at the shit-smeared woman. Nancy screamed at him, her words a torrent of obscene epithets as her mind reeled out of control.
Spitting in her face, the big stud flung himself on top of her, blindly stabbing his cock against her cunt, then fucking it all the way in.
The woman screamed, the suddenness of the penetration sending her cunt off into wild spasms. Snapping her head back, arching her spine, Nancy rocked as best she could, her back slamming again and again against the tub. She felt her ass sliding on the shit and piss, the odor strong enough to make anyone sick.
They thrashed about, covering the lower half of the tub with the mixed piss and shit while slicking themselves with the foul mess. As Gus started to shoot his cum-load, Nancy felt her body wind up into a tight little knot, blowing to pieces while jets of hot jizz spattered against her cuntal walls. Gus thrashed around harder and faster, making the woman breathless as she tried to keep up with him.
Red-faced, giggling with hysteria, Nancy found herself urging him on, screaming out his name, then growling out her own fuck-lust. The filth around her seemed to intensify the sensations rioting through her body as the two of them floundered about in their own private world.
And then it was over. Gus pulled out, muttering about the shit and piss covering them. Reaching up, he pulled the shower head down and turned on the water. Nancy gasped happily, feeling the warming water cleansing her. Some minutes passed before they were both presentable. Gus climbed from the tub, toweling himself off before reaching over and pulling the ropes off Nancy. He could see that she was too exhausted, too confused to fight him or try to escape. He hauled her head-first from the tub, dragging her belly over the rounded lip, then letting her fall in a heap on the floor.
There she lay, her wet blonde hair tangled around her throat, her legs drawn up against her tits, too afraid to move or speak. She breathed softly, drawing her arms in against her chest. If she lay very, very still, perhaps he would go away. Hadn't he done enough? Hadn't he shown her a part of herself that was too vile even to think about now?
"Come on. You're gonna see your fuckin' daughter. Maybe that'll convince you not to snitch on guys like me."
"No, no, don't... " She begged in a taut whisper as he pulled her out from the bathroom, her legs dragging behind her. Nancy groaned in pain as her ankles banged against the toilet stool, then the doorway. She moved her legs back and forth in an attempt to stand. But she was simply too weak to do anything other than lie there and let Gus pull her around. Besides, only he knew where her daughter Ellen was. Even if he were to leave her now, the girl would remain a question mark. Nancy would have no idea where her daughter was, what kind of fate she was enduring. Nancy knew she had to go with Gus. It was for Ellen's sake, she told herself as Gus dragged her back into the living room.
Gus disappeared for a moment, then came back, throwing a dress he had pulled from the closet into her face.
"Get ready. I'm not going to drive around town with you next to me buck-naked. Can't take chances, with the cops all over the place."
Nancy pulled on the tight-fitting blue summer dress, noticing as she looked down how her nipples poked out against the thin material. The scene in the bathroom still made her breathless with revulsion and delight. How could she have grown excited with him when he pissed and shit on her, then fucked her in the mix of filth? Nancy could almost still smell the awful mix she had slid on while Gus had rammed his prickmeat into her. Nancy thought about her home, about the security she had felt here, and now what was happening right under her roof, and she cried. Her anguish seemed to excite Gus even more.
"So, you think it's been bad so far? Just wait 'til we get to my place."
He dragged Nancy from the house, pushing her into the car he had parked in the alley to avoid neighbors' prying eyes. Nancy wasn't about to scream out, although she knew someone would hear her. What about Ellen? What would happen to her daughter? She had to be strong and endure whatever this man threw at her until she could be certain of Ellen's safety.
They drove from the neighborhood into the low foothills just east of town, Nancy sitting against the door, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead of her. Lights flickered by and traffic glided past. When some time had passed, Nancy noticed Gus slowing. Just up ahead at the end of the road to the right she could see a large two-story Victorian house, the upper floors dark while only one window below glowed with friendly light. Just when he turned off the car lights, she saw another man open the front door and step onto the sagging front porch. He had obviously been watching for Gus.
"Got 'er?" the man called out to Gus.
"Like a prize! The other one still fixed up?"
"Sure is. Been waitin' for her mom to come down and visit her."
"No problem here. Mom's rarin' to go. I found that out before."
Nancy heard the derisive laughter as Gus shoved her toward the house.
Ellen was there! Thank goodness for that! Now she would work on a plan to save them both and bring these sorry bastards to justice.
CHAPTER SIX
They were all loathsome! Nancy thought that again and again as she stared through the tears blurring her vision. How they had mistreated her daughter Ellen! Nancy felt as if she had walked into a scene of medieval torture when she saw the girl trussed up that way. She had thrown herself onto Gus, scratching his face with her fingernails, kicking at him with all her frail strength. The two men had laughed at her even while her daughter begged Nancy to stop.
A sharp blow to the head, and Nancy had lost consciousness.
Now, when she awoke, she found her daughter strapped to a small stool, a broad black leather band cinched around her waist while her shoulders and head dangled over one end. Someone had drawn her arms forward, roping her wrists to one of the four legs of the stool tightly with half-inch line. What was worse, Nancy thought, was the way her daughter's legs were stretched out and up from her body, her ankles encircled by a set of cuffs and pulled widely apart from one another by two sets of overhead pulleys. She was wide open, her cunt exposed, the young pink pussy-lips visible through the bush of her cuntal hairs.
Nancy stared at her daughter, feeling faint as she watched the helpless teenager. She started to call out to the young girl. But then the woman realized someone had shoved a ball gag into Ellen's mouth, making speech impossible. Gus was standing to one side of Ellen, trailing one finger down her body until it came to her cunt. Ellen was squirming, moaning through the gag when he touched her pussy.
Nancy started to move, then realized just how tied up she was, herself.
"Stop it! Don't touch her!" Nancy cried hoarsely.
They had roped her to the wall, her arms stretched to either side of her body crucifixion style. Two small clamps kept her ankles spread apart and fastened to the cold cinderblock wall behind her. She filled her lungs once more with oxygen, screaming out at the men to leave her daughter alone.
Hal stopped for a moment, leering at Nancy, then getting down on his knees between Ellen's spread, raised legs and dropped his face into the girl's cuntal thicket. Nancy felt sick, listening to the wet, smacking sounds of his lips against her daughter's pussy while the youngster cried out through her gag. The young girl was bouncing against the stool, tensing her legs until the tendons bulged against her flesh. There was nothing she could do. Helpless, the blonde teenager writhed as much as she could while Hal kept wriggling his tongue deep into her cunt.
Nancy raged wildly against the wall, infuriated that someone could be doing this to her daughter right in front of her.
"Shut that bitch up just like this one," Hal said impatiently. "I can't concentrate with her yammerin' like that."
Gus agreed, shuffling to a large red cabinet and pulling another ball gag from the top drawer.
Nancy shut her mouth, setting her jaw firmly as she watched him approach. No! He wasn't going to shove that thing in her mouth!
Nancy jerked her face away from him, but Gus took hold of her jaw, forced her lips apart, then pushed the foul-tasting latex red ball into her mouth, fixing it to her skull with a large band of white masking tape.
Hal, meanwhile, was back to feeding on Ellen's cunt, making the girl groan when he started inserting his fingers into her pussy. Nancy could tell easily now that her daughter's moans were those of joy as well as of fear and pain.
"Let's see just how hot the little slut is. Mom can watch from over there," Hal said. "You know, your old lady's here, watchin' you perform. Man, she's hot! Nearly burned my tongue with her pussy. That shouldn't be too much of a surprise to you, eh, baby? Bet you burned ol' Gus's cock with your pussy. Runs in the family."
While Hal was insulting Nancy, he had pulled out a large pocket knife, pushing a small button and laughing softly as the six-inch blade snapped open with a click.
Nancy's eyes rounded while a pulse leaped at her throat. She started to whine through the gag, tugging at her restraints, not caring about how the cuffs were chafing her wrists. He was going to cut her daughter open, gut her like some farm beast! Nancy groaned loudly, biting down on the ball gag as she tried to warn her daughter.
Ellen jerked her head up just in time to see the glistening blade reflecting the overhead light. She could see her mother naked and bound against the wall, her eyes bulging, her face white with terror. Instantly, Ellen knew what her mother's fears were, and they became her own. She writhed on the stool, nearly breaking her lower back while Hal lowered the blade out of sight. She groaned through the ball gag, shaking her body and nearly upending the stool she was roped to. She gasped, her toes curling as she felt him running the point of the knife through her cuntal hairs, then bringing it up along the underside of her thigh to her toes. If she hadn't been so frightened, it would have tickled her.
Hal moved the blade around, bringing it within view of the fear-stricken teenager. Ellen gasped as he moved the knife around to one of her tits, pressing the flat end against her nipple. The shocking chill of the icy metal against her warm, stiff nub made the girl rock her hips against the stool. It was so wild, so... so unimaginably good... and at the same time, horrible! Then Hal brought it up to her throat, threatening to cut through the flesh and open her neck.
Ellen let out her breath, afraid to inhale, preferring to lie there and feel the life go out of her slowly from lack of oxygen rather than take any chances. Hal laughed at her fear, bringing the blade back down to her forearm, where he sliced a thin line across the flesh.
"Hhfhfhhfhffffff!"
Nancy screamed again through her gag, rattling against her bonds as she watched her daughter being hurt.
Ellen screamed as well, trying to inch away from the sharp pain but finding movement impossible. They had roped her all too well before Gus had left for her mother's house. When she felt the blade again, the teenager thought her sphincter would fail. Yes, that would be the ultimate degradation, shitting all over herself in front of these men and her mother.
Looking up again, she saw Hal licking his lips. Red blood oozed from the stripe on her arm. What were they going to do with her? Ellen shook with absolute terror, thinking of all the grotesque stories she had read about mutilated girls found in roadside ditches by hikers.
Hal eased over her, peering down at the helpless roped girl, licking his lips like an attacking wolf. She could hear him breathing a little harder, turned on by her helplessness. Ellen wanted to sink out of sight. Her mother was viewing all this, her own mother, roped there naked against the wall! It was enough to make her want to die rather than endure this. But there was nothing she could do. She could feel the wet gash of her pussy exposed the awful way it was, totally naked in front of everyone's eyes. Ellen closed her eyes in shame, feeling her heart beat wildly.
"Uhhhfff!"
She felt it, felt the sharp tip of the knife slide against her asscheek. The arc it followed went from the outer curve, up toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased and grew sharper as the point slid closer to her cunt. Ellen wanted to weep, to scream as loudly as she could, to do both. But she knew the slightest move might push that blade right through her skin. She had felt a sample of what he could do to her. The cut on her arm was enough. No. She wasn't going to give him an excuse to slice her up like lunchmeat!
Ellen shifted slightly on the stool, tugging at her legs as the cuffs cut into her ankles. That discomfort was nothing compared to the pain she now felt as he began cutting her flesh slightly with the knife. She jerked her head up, watching with bulging eyes as Hal left long white marks on her flesh. He was barely scraping her skin with that surgically sharp knife. But she could still feel the slight pain and knew he was threatening her, teasing her with what he could do! The girl trembled, her head bobbing from side to side while she thought her heart would surely break through her ribcage.
And when Hal brought the knife down to her cunt once again, Ellen felt her cunt hole suck in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced along the outer lips of her pussy labes. The terrible vulnerability of her pussy terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of concentration while her asscheeks clenched and unclenched. At times the girl was tugging at her legs, bending her knees as much as she could, pulling her ankles painfully against the restraining cuffs. She cried out through the gag yet again, chewing on the latex ball while her lower back throbbed from the awkward position she was bound in. He was pricking the tip of the knife against the base of her clit, making the girl wonder if he was going to cut off the tiny nub.
The knife was suddenly gone. Ellen sighed with relief, sagging against the restraining ropes while she let her legs sag against the overhead chains. The girl felt a trickle of warm juice seep from her cunt hole. And for the first time during this ordeal, she realized she had been aroused by that awful blade! What on earth was she turning into? And right in front of her mother!
A chill froze the young girl, making her jerk up from the stool and twist her legs against the restraining chains. He had the knife blade pressed hard against her wet pussy slit, rocking it from clit to bottom, then back up her cunt gash again.
Ellen thought she would lose her young mind at that touch. She screamed and screamed, her muffled cries mixing with those of her mother.
Hal was careful, rocking the big switchblade down, pressing the tip harder against her clit hood, making the teenager gasp around the big ball gag. The pressure on her cum-center made a shock as sharp as the knife itself shoot right through her like a bolt of lightning. Her back arched, making her cunt open more eagerly to the big stud. He laughed, rocking the knife again, pressing it harder against her clit until she sounded as if she were about to go berserk.
"Yeah! A bitch, bitch pig like all the others," he muttered.
Nancy screamed wildly, jerking her head from side to side, feeling she could tear her arms from the ropes holding them to the wall. She couldn't believe men were capable of doing something like this to anyone, let alone her sweet daughter!
Ellen screamed as loudly as she could, chomping down on the gag, feeling as if her mind would blow to pieces in a moment. Hal muttered horrible obscenities at her, keeping the knife against her pussy while staring at her. His eyes were hard and fixed, pale-gray pools of evil boring down into her while he kept that knife threateningly close to her clit. Ellen thought she would faint. Only the delightful joy flashes from her clit making her cuntal muscles spasm shut against the sharp blade kept her conscious.
Again and again, he moved the sharp knife. The continued touch and chill of the broad blade sent streamers of shocking lewdness through the terrified girl. She became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the tiny wounds made her clit swell even more. Ellen found a hotter, more intense lust whirling around in her belly. Instinctively, Ellen knew it was impossible to fight with herself. Something had been unleashed within her, something that made all of this somehow fascinating.
"Make 'er go for it!" Gus encouraged, rubbing his prick through his jeans.
"She's doin' it all by herself, like a good little girl, right?"
He laughed at her, his foul breath making the whole scene that much worse. Ellen's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw Hal hovering over her once more. He had opened his faded Levi's and was stroking his prick with one hand while the other moved the knife around on her cunt. She groaned again through the awful gag, feeling the tip of the knife slicing through her cunt folds. The searing, hot pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch. Ohhh, how her clit and cuntlips felt! It was as if they were on fire! The constant rush of pussy juice across and into the tiny cuts was like acid rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed from the confusion of terror and delight.
"Man, she's gonna burn this ol' blade with her pussy," Hal sneered.
That kind of talk made her cunt juice flow even faster. Ellen could feel the rising of a hot flush on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. The fiery feeling in her cuntlips and the fear of the man's knife wound her excitement higher and higher.
What was happening to her? Once more, her body was betraying her, rutting like some animal in the fields while her mind told her this was all wrong!
Hal dragged the edge of the knife back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt. The buzzing, spinning electrical flashes from her clit eased for the moment. But the fear of having her cunt slashed open still remained, making her chest heave mightily. She shoved her ass back as much as she could, rocking her body from side to side while she tugged against the cuffs holding her wrists to the stool.
Then in a moment the blade was back, pricking at the brown-pink puckered ring of her asshole. Ellen felt her face flush, feeling the pricking of that awful thing against her asshole. She felt her asshole spasming as did her cunt while her pussy blew out a tiny fart of hot air.
Hal seemed fascinated by this reaction, poking the tip of the knife harder against the rim of her asshole.
Ellen gasped with the shock. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery ring of her ass inward, breaking the skin. The same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a spicy meal rose deep in her guts. It was almost more than she could stand. And she knew Hal was reaching the limit of his endurance, as well. He was panting heavily, still jacking at his prick. His fist flew over the hard-muscled cockmeat while he poked the sharp tip of his knife into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then into her ass buns. Ellen rolled her hips against the stool while she felt sweat rolling from her neck over her jiggling tits. The cuts he left were like tiny fires in her skin. Her entire cuntal area blazed with the heat and stinging pain. Ellen's nervous sweat trickled into the small wounds, making them burn and itch.
"Stupid bitch! You love it, don't you? The more I throw at you, the more you want. Then take this, baby-a real prick!"
Ellen felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her cunt. The fat, conical cockhead burned past her clit and slipped into her hot, sucking cunt hole. Ellen thought it was like finally scratching an itch.
That long, thick cock fucked into her cunt hole like a fat, greased finger. Hal laughed then moaned, reaching down and grabbing her tits, kneading them cruelly while swearing at her. Ellen loathed the man whose prick was raping her, scratching all those delightfully tense areas tingling in her pussy. She thought of the way he was fucking, topping her like an animal, raping her in front of her mother. The images made her even hotter than before. She tried hunching back hard against him, but found the ropes too strong. She whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts tumbling around in her head. She tried to clench her cunt muscles tight enough to stop his driving fucker.
Hal thought she protested against her own enjoyment, and fucked her more wildly. He twisted her nipples viciously, raising her tits from her chest, then lowering his head and chewing on the nipples until she howled with agony, fearing he would tear her nipples with his teeth.
Ellen sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples and his biting teeth made every ounce of her heavy tits ache. She wished in a way he would tear the aroused nubs off her tits. That would stop the fierce heat they sent to her clenching cunt.
"Ahhhhhhffffff!"
Hal's fingernails clawed at the rims of her nipples. Ellen grunted and sobbed with the pain, rolling her head against the edge of the stool while enduring the scratching agony in her nipples. In a moment, the furnace throbbing between her legs exploded with the overload of sensations tormenting her. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch had won!
She was cumming, climaxing under this animal while he continued to hurt her. She could hardly keep her sanity as she came and came, hearing Hal's increasingly wild moans as his cock jerked and then exploded cum into her pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was some time before Nancy could raise her head once more. She had been witness to something awful, something that made her sick to her stomach. She had seen her daughter ravaged and fucked by these awful strangers, worse, she had seen Ellen actually enjoy what they had done to her. The more perverse the torment, the more the girl seemed to relish it. Nancy couldn't believe the girl rutting there in front of her had been her daughter.
For a moment, she wanted to renounce the teenager who had twisted and jerked under Hal's ministrations. Then Nancy thought of her own torture, of the way Gus had roped then beaten and shit on her before fucking her into a mindless, heaven-and she relented. Her daughter was a lot like her. There was her tragedy, Nancy thought, and there was her condemnation. Oh, they had to get out of this horrid place, or God only knows what would happen to them!
Ellen was still on the stool, her legs pulled up tight, jizz dribbling from her violated pussy. Nancy couldn't stand the sight of her daughter like that! It was so... so vile, so unnatural! She felt a surge of hatred rush through her body like amyl nitrite, making her dizzy with anger. She would show these men. Hanging there on the wall, all the woman could think of was Hal and Gus and what she would do to them when free. They would pay, and pay dearly for the pain they had caused her and her daughter.
Footsteps! They were back. Ellen moaned on the stool while Nancy tensed against the wall.
Horrid, horrid men! There was Gus, holding a half-empty bottle of beer, with Hal behind him, both half drunk with their own intoxication as well as with lust. Gus stopped, turning and grinning at Nancy. She cringed under his gaze, feeling a stab of icy fear through her heart while the skin around her nipples and cunt drew taut with terror. He had her in an awkward position, the cuffs around her ankles hurting her dreadfully while her arms ached.
"Good thing I saved some of these mothers from the Fourth," Gus said, reaching down in his right pocket and producing several small firecrackers.
Nancy blinked her eyes clear, looking first at her bound daughter, then once more at the two men. Hal was down in front of Nancy, brutally twisting the manacles holding her ankles fixed, making sure they were tight. She groaned, feeling the cold pain shoot through her legs. When Nancy looked down again at Gus's hand, she could see he was holding firecrackers. Dreadful thoughts rushed through her mind, ideas of what these men were going to do with those things! Nancy had a good idea and she trembled, straining against her bonds.
"Nooooofffff!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah, and it's gonna open you up good. That's the way a woman should be... good and opened," Gus said with a grin.
Gus jammed one firecracker into her clenched pussy, twisting it around and around until only one inch poked up from between the full, puckered pussylips. He straightened the wick, making sure it stuck straight out so any of her cunt juices and the still-drooling jizz wouldn't dampen it. He shoved another in, then a third, twisting them around and around, rubbing their rough sides against her cuntal walls.
When he shoved the last two firecrackers into her asshole, Nancy thought surely her time was up. She felt the small tubes pushed well into her ass, her asscheeks tightening up against the rude invasion. Hal reached into one pocket of his flannel shirt and produced a small silver lighter, flicking open the top, then igniting the small pieces of white fuse material dangling out from between her legs.
"Think about that fuckin' robbery, baby. Think about it while this shit burns down," Hal said with a laugh, watching as the small flames burned toward the firecrackers.
Nancy bawled through the gag, her legs jerking against the restraining bonds. She thought of prayers while the fuse slowly burned. God in heaven, she could smell the acrid aroma of the burning wicks as the multiple flames neared her cunt and shitter.
She could feel the heat spreading across her lower ass, singeing the tender flesh on her pussylips. Nancy cringed, struggling against the burning horror while the two men smirked and enjoyed the spectacle from across the room. The woman pulled on the ropes holding her arms straight out. If only she could get one hand free of the bonds, she could pull out those horrid things before they exploded! But there was nothing she could do. The woman tensed, quivering as the heat shot into her cunt and shitter.
There was a moment when she thought the fires had gone out. Perhaps the wicks were defective. Nancy had seen that happen sometimes with the children playing with those things in the streets.
Then the wicks sputtered and the firecrackers exploded!
"Ehhhhhoowoowoffffff!" Nancy bit down hard on the rubber ball, feeling her cunt and ass blowing apart. Fiery needles ripped through her cunt and ass. She shook and shivered mightily against her bonds, her shoulder blades rubbing painfully against the rough wall behind her. The woman screamed loudly around the gag, feeling her body beating back and forth while the fires of hell tore through her crotch. Just before she fainted, Nancy saw Gus and Hal watching her with amusement, pointing at her as the last of the firecrackers blew to pieces in her convulsing, wet pussy.
The world went black for a while. Blessed unconsciousness swept the woman away, her body slumping forward, pulling against the restraints.
Gus threw water over her, making her jerk awake with a start.
"That was the easy part. The harder part comes now. Your daughter thinks the two of you should do things together. So do we," Hal said with a smirk, pulling out the shattered firecrackers from the woman's cunt.
Ellen stirred as the mention of her, while Nancy hung there helplessly, feeling the exploded things being slipped from her pussy.
"I agree. You know, a close family's the best thing for America," Hal added.
"Yeah, and we're gonna make sure this family gets real close."
They left Nancy hanging from the wall for the moment, moving over to Ellen and quickly unfastening the cuffs holding her legs up and out. When they removed the ball gag from her mouth, the youngster screamed, her pent-up emotions flowing out in a torrent of abusive words. When she sat up and saw her mother hanging like that from the wall, however, she stopped in mute horror, her eyes wide, taking in the poor woman's plight. When Gus freed her wrists, she started to say something. But Gus pulled her from the stool roughly.
They were maneuvering her around the room like a puppet, pulling and pushing the girl about until they finally sat in a high-backed wooden chair. It reminded Ellen of those Spanish-style furnishings she had seen in all the old movies. Once more, they tied her up, looping quarter-inch line this time around her calves, binding them tightly to the legs of the chair while Gus took care of pinning her arms back, then looping rope around her elbows and drawing her arms back tightly until they touched just behind her spine. The position was painful and awkward.
"Now for mom."
Both men knew they had to be more careful with Nancy. They could see the fire in her eyes as they unbound her legs, then moved to slip her arms out of the restraints.
She tried to swing out at the men in blind hatred. But they ducked, deftly holding her arms to her back and pushing her out from the wall. Snarling through the ball gag, Nancy struggled against the cruel fingers pinching and bruising her flesh. She nearly pulled her right arm free, hoping against hope that she would be able to punch at least Gus, who had done all those terrible things to her in the bathroom earlier.
But in the end, the big man won out, dragging her out to a position just opposite her daughter and pushing her down into another high-backed wooden chair. When Nancy tried rising from it, Hal smacked her down hard with the back of one hand, drawing out a cry of protest from Ellen.
Nancy tried squirming free, working her body against the ropes they were starting to twist around her wrists and ankles. Only when Hal began choking her, tightening his fingers around her throat, did the woman finally stop her wild movements.
"That's good, real good."
Nancy sat there, furious that she had given up so quickly. They had been startled by her sudden violence. She might have escaped, might have saved both her and her daughter if she'd continued. Writhing in her own guilt, the woman hardly noticed what Gus and Hal were doing until she felt something very cold brush up against one of her nipples. "Ow!"
Gus laughed, hesitating for a moment before clamping the metal clamp down on her other nipple. Nancy looked down, seeing the metal clamps distending her red-brown nipples. What was he doing? She squirmed on her chair, looking tearfully up at the men. Hal reached around and pulled the ball gag from her mouth, tossing it onto the floor.
Gus was attaching two more clamps to either side of her cuntlips, the second only an inch down from the base of her clit. Nancy groaned, biting down on her teeth, feeling the tingly touch of those horrid clamps against her swollen cunt-meat. And when Hal moved around behind her, sliding a long narrow wire up between her asscheeks and into her shitter, she thought she would die of shame. Ellen was watching everything that was going on.
"You don't have to worry, Momma. The same thing's gonna happen to the little girl over there," Hal said.
"No, no, you can't... leave her alone!"
"You're right. We can't leave the little slut alone. Gonna have to go with her all the way."
Ellen had been watching what they were doing to her mother, and she cringed when she saw them coming at her, the wires dangling from Gus's hands. She squirmed back into her chair, feeling helpless, her gaze on her mother's cunt and tits. The wires looked horrible, dangling from her that way, unconnected to anything as of yet. But she knew something horrible would happen in a moment.
She twisted around, pulling against the
restraints as Gus opened one metal clamp then
let the teeth nibble into her right nipple. Ellen
threw back her head, her knees snapping
together as she felt the metallic bite of the
pincers. Then the second one chomped down
on her left nipple, both pulling down at her tits.
When Gus attached the remaining two clamps
to her cuntlips, the young girl let out a cry, tears
welling up in her eyes. It was going to happen
again! Oh God, that biting sensation on her
pussylips told her it was all going to happen
again!
, "Uhhhh!"
The wire up her ass made the girl's asscheeks clench together, the sphincter muscle working, trying to push the awful invader out. Nothing. Ellen sat there helplessly as the two men unraveled the wires and pulled them to two sets of generators mounted on roll-away tables. The set-up looked complicated, various wires going to attachments on the sides and backs of the generators. Twice, Hal messed things up and Gus had to correct them. But when it was over, Ellen and her mother were hooked up to the two gray boxes now humming softly in the quiet room.
"My father told me about things like this in the concentration camps in Germany during the War," Gus said with a grin. "The German officers knew what to do with prisoners. I heard about this, and it sounded great. Even as a kid, the idea turned me on.
He checked the dials and wires for the last time.
"What are you going to do?" Ellen gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the wires pulling her nipples down even more. The tiny teeth of the clamps were starting to hurt her tits.
"I could send a current into one or both of you and make you jump around like puppets right now. But that would take some of the sport out of the game," Gus said, rubbing his lips with one finger. "So, I'll start with the mother first, I think."
The woman felt as if she'd been condemned to death.
"All you have to do is tell me to give it to your daughter, and I will. That way, you won't get any of the current," Gus said, his fingers on the dial. "And the same goes for you, kid, when you feel something uncomfortable happening."
Nancy started to protest, then she felt a faint pulse digging at her tits and cunt while the wire up her ass seemed to move around like a tiny animal. She shivered, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples while her thigh muscles tensed and bulged. She bit her lip, doing all she could to think about something else. She couldn't send her daughter into some awful terror. She would have to be strong, have to pout up with this horror to keep Ellen free of pain. She had a duty as a mother.
Nancy closed her fingers into two fists, digging her fingernails into her sweaty-damp palms as the amperage increased. Soon her face was flushed, rivulets of perspiration staining her cheeks while she squirmed uncomfortably against the chair.
He was gradually increasing the current. She could feel the electricity taking sharper bites into her nipples now, while her clit started to rise thick and hard from the surrounding tumid pussymeat. Her asshole was going into spasms, and once more she thought about how she and Gus had reveled in the shit and piss in her bathroom. Horrible! Awful! She must not think of things like that. It was degenerate!
"Ooooohhhhh!"
Nancy gasped, letting her head fall forward.
The current was making her more frantic. She felt the faint pulse in her nipples turn to something much more urgent, more painful as more current surged through her body. There was a distinct numbing buzzing in her tits, cunt and ass now, while her flesh seemed to crawl. The almost pleasant sensation of a moment ago was disappearing quickly, replaced by pain that was making her breathe faster.
Suddenly, a harsh jolt nearly knocked her from the chair, making her spine curl until it threatened to snap while her feet hammered against the floor. She thought someone was trying to tear her belly open while her nipples seemed to fry under the cruel bite of the clamps.
Her bowels shuddered, the wire singeing the lining while her cunt boiled under the sudden surge.
"No, no! Give it to her! God in heaven, give it to her!" Nancy shrieked, her eyes rolling.
In a moment, the electricity was gone. For Nancy, the awful, terrible pain had subsided.
But for Ellen, the endurance test was just beginning.
"Uhhh!" Ellen lurched forward, held to the chair by the ropes.
There it was, the pain she had seen her mother suffer. Ellen was more frantic, beads of sweat beating wildly. She shifted her position on the chair, feeling as if she would surely faint in a moment. That pulsing sensation against her clit and tits was making her very nervous. And when it started to increase, the young girl lost control of herself, pissing involuntarily on her thighs and flushing beet red because of it.
"She'd pissing on herself," Gus chortled, increasing the voltage.
"Yaghhghghhh!"
Ellen thought knives were cutting through her nerve endings. She strained up against the ropes, the lines cutting into her flesh while her feet shuffled wildly against the floor.
in Again and again the teenager screamed, her tits jiggling against one another while the current bit and chewed into her frying nipples. She felt her clit pulsing in an odd, mind-bending way, the clamp nearest her clit seeming to bite down hardly against her cunt flesh. Her firm young tits were growing more swollen as the electricity surged through them. Ellen felt the hot blush spreading from her tits down to her belly, the stomach muscles starting to knot up and shiver as more and more voltage shot through the sparking clamps. Her spread cuntlips were starting to slicken with the hot juice that oozed from her cunt and spilled over her inner thighs. She was whining like a puppy afraid of the dark while her ass pranced over the chair.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The wire in her ass moved in a little farther, the sharp tip poking dangerously against her bowel lining. The electricity sparked through her ass guts, churning her thigh and ass muscles while the youngster opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Just air escaped over her lips as a sharp jolt of current burned through her pussy. Ellen felt her body thrown back, her head lolling wildly from side to side while her fingers scratched mindlessly at the chair. She was spasming uncontrollably, as if having a fit.
Gus increased the current suddenly, as he had done with her mother, nearly killing her with the shock.
Ellen couldn't take anymore.
"No! Give it to my mother! Give it to her!"
And so the game began.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy had heard her daughter's condemning words-and barely had enough time to steel herself against the electric onslaught. It came with a vengeance, knocking her back as if someone had hit her with a fist. She opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes bulging out while her nostrils flared. It was all she could do to suck in air to feed her burning lungs.
Then the current ebbed for a moment, almost disappeared. But there it was, making her cunt itch so, making her clit throb in time with the beating current surging through her helpless body. Nancy blinked, staring ahead at her daughter. She felt a mixture of hate and love and fear, wanting with all her will to shout out the command to shift the current. But at the same time, she knew that the pain raging through her body would make her do things she loathed.
"Give it to Ellen!" Nancy cried.
Gus was moving the setting up a little higher now, watching as the needle pulsed steadily a little more than before.
Ellen felt her tits jump, the nipples becoming swollen. The muscles in her belly tensed painfully, making her gasp because of the cramps. She tried to close her legs but found the pincers holding her cunt open. What was happening to her down there? The itchy, pulsing ache was growing worse and worse!
Nancy was watching her daughter apprehensively, wondering when Ellen wouldn't be able to take this kind of pain anymore.
"Nooooo! I can't... I can't... give it to her! To her!" the girl shrieked, her eyes rolling wildly.
Ellen slipped half-conscious against the chair while Nancy jerked against her bonds.
What hit Nancy's cunt, ass and tits was like a fist punching, then penetrating her insides. The aftershock felt like blunted glass shards barely scratching her nipples and clit. Her asshole recoiled and a fist of air exploded from her shitter, nearly dislodging the wire shoved in there. She thought again about shitting all over herself. She had pissed on her own body, making the men laugh and point at her. Now, would she commit the ultimate degradation?
Ellen moaned while Nancy steadied herself for more pain. Gus turned the switch a point higher. The woman felt herself being struck with a surge of current. Her nipples and cunt and ass felt as if they were being ripped apart by hungry sharks. Her bones hurt, the joints aching as if someone were pulling her body apart on a rack. Her cries were choked by her frothing spit as she bit down on her tongue. Her head bobbed from side to side while she stared straight ahead, feeling as if her eyeballs were frying in her skull. Again and again, she felt the urge to shit out the wire clogging her asshole. It was all Nancy could do to keep herself from disgracing herself in front of these awful men.
"Come on, Mamma, come on and do it!
Come on and blow it out!" Gus said, laughing cruelly.
Nancy saw him raising the setting. She felt the tiny teeth biting down hard now on her nipples and cunt, ripping at the flesh, tearing at her cunt and asshole while her tits felt as if they were being bitten off. Her lips were turning purple, while diamonds of spit glistened on them. Her cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs.
"Noooo!" Nancy shrieked.
She couldn't stand the agony any longer. Screaming out her daughter's name, she slumped forward. At the same time, she heard Ellen's voice screeching. Her daughter was writhing as if some savage beast had taken hold of her legs and was tearing them from her body.
"Aiuuuyyyeeeeee!"
Ellen thought the pain was enormous. She was amazed she hadn't fainted or died from the current surging through her young body. What was worse, the teenager felt her climax erupt and erupt again, her cunt held at the high level of cumming as long as the current ripped through her body. Again and again she came, her pussy drenching her thighs with gleaming cunt oil as she shuddered and jerked against the chair.
How she hated her mother, sitting there complacently now, staring at her with a smirk on her lips while agony throbbed through every pore of her body. She wanted to scream out her mother's name, but the intense pain prevented her from it.
Gus turned the power higher. Ellen's face was a blur, her body a writhing snake against the chair.
"Give it to her!" Ellen finally shrieked.
"Noooo!" Nancy cried.
Nancy felt the horrid current exploding into her with the fury of a nuclear blast. Yammering, screaming for mercy, the woman felt her heart thudding uncontrollably against her rib-cage. She was about to have a heart attack. They were short-circuiting her heart, making it beat wildly while her body was convulsing from the high voltage. Nancy thought she could feel the skin melting from her bones while her muscles knotted up so hard they nearly pierced through her smoldering flesh.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the wailing shrieks of both women as he turned on full current, feeding the amperage to both of them.
Ellen jerked up and down, her movements dislodging the chair as she felt the long skinny wire eating up her bowels. Nancy screamed more loudly, unable to catch her breath and feeling herself choking on her own spit as she convulsed uncontrollably against her restraints.
Gus muttered something, then shut the machine down with a rapid hand movement. Nancy was rolling back and forth, still feeling the awful sparks even after the current had died from the wires. She was slobbering like a wild woman, rutting, feeling her climaxes erupt, each one more powerful than the other while the metal pincers seemed to chew at her nipples and cunt.
"Take the daughter. Let's see how Mom enjoys watchin' a real fuck," Hal said.
Both women started screaming.
Ellen calmed down first, staring up at the men and feeling as if her world were coming to an end. Gus tore the wires from her nipples and cunt, releasing her arms and legs, then jerking her from the chair. She sobbed, the tremors in her cheeks erupting again and again. Her tits spasmed, and the sudden contraction spread through her belly and cunt. Vibrations still tore through her asshole and cunt, even after the wires were pulled from her. She slumped over.
Gus slapped her until she came around, then yanked her to her feet. Ellen stumbled, her legs tangling one around the other. She was too weak, too off balance to say anything. With a groan, she collapsed to the floor, her ass slamming hard against the cold cement.
Nancy kept crying out her daughter's name as Gus mounted her, pulling down his Levi's and fucking his cock into her pussy.
"Uh... huhh... uhhhh!"
Ellen cried out each time he fucked into her pussy, the vibrations of his forward fuck-thrusts making her body shiver.
While Gus fucked, Hal finished off the bottle of beer he had brought down earlier, rubbing his prick while leering at the fucking couple on the floor. Ellen cried, hardly feeling the hammering thrusts of Gus's cock, all too aware of her mother sitting there sobbing, watching her daughter getting fucked this way like a bitch dog in the gutter.
"Ohhhhh, you filthy animal!" Ellen cried.
Ellen's cries of loathing excited Gus more and more. Twisting her hair in his fingers, he pulled and yanked at it, his hipbones bruising her tender flesh while he fucked his cock into her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles cinching tightly on his prick, softly sucking at it, turning the big man on more and more until he was biting at her earlobes, panting in her face, twisting his hips around so she could better feel his prick churning around in her pussy.
Suddenly, she felt his jizz spattering into her cunt hole, spilling all over her pussy mound before oozing down into her asscrack. Ellen began to cry softly, turning away from the man and closing her eyes.
"So, you think that was bad? My friend's worse. You should know that by now," Gus taunted, slapping her across the face before pulling his cock out of her sucking cunt with a soft, wet pop.
"Wanna give her the bottle? She's lookin' real thirsty," Hal remarked.
Both men laughed as Hal gripped the bottle by the bottom and shoved the neck into her cummy cunt. Ellen cried out, raising her ass, then letting it fall back as the cold smooth glass penetrated into her cunt hole.
Nancy screamed at this unnatural rape, watching as they fucked the bottle into the girl's pussy.
"You wanna be down here? You didn't mind sending the electricity into your daughter's cunt. You shouldn't mind doing something like this, then," Hal said.
Nancy bit her lower hp, feeling guilty as she watched her daughter being raped in this terrible way. Ellen moaned, feeling Hal corkscrewing the bottle. He pushed it deeper and deeper, until she couldn't take anymore. Again, the girl jerked her ass off the floor, pounding her legs against the cement and crying out.
"Hey, the bottomless pit's got a bottom after all!" Hal snorted. "Now, you fuckin' little bitch, you're gonna screw that mother, just like you screwed him."
Ellen had no choice. Blanking out her mind, she started moving her hips. She jerked them up and down slowly at first, then pumped them faster and faster as the coldness warmed in her cunt and her imagination took over. She would have to satisfy their curiosity or they would surely hurt her even more. The girl tried to think of Gus and Hal fucking her, of the terrible way the men had savaged her earlier. But that didn't create the satisfaction. Instead, she concentrated on the cold sensations and the taunts of these animals who were bent on destroying her and her mother. She felt the bottle fucking her cunt and, slowly but surely, her pussy juices started to flow again.
Ellen jerked her hips up and down, slamming her ass hard against the floor. Hal fell on her, pinching her tits, twisting them around. He unzipped his Levi's and pulled out his stiff prick, slapping her with the back of his hand, forcing her mouth open. She felt his prickhead rubbing up against her lips, then he began pushing it in until he had his prick buried all the way into her mouth.
Ellen was choking, feeling her mouth being pried open all the way, his fingers pinching her nipples, and that awful bottle fucking into her pussy. The salty taste of his pre-cum in her mouth and the steady throbbing in her cunt combined, making the young girl wild with sensations. The bottle moved around in her cunt, sliding up against her clit, making her pussy hot and tight.
"Uhhh... huhhhhh!"
Her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. Only her pussy moved. The bottle moved up and down, bobbing lewdly in the air while the man's rough hands continued to claw at her helpless body. Her clit swelled, twitched, then exploded with a force that shot the bottle from her cunt hole.
"She's no better than half those mindless whores in Hollywood," Gus said.
Hal was in no mood to comment. He was fucking away at her face, flattening her nose with his crotch, sliming her mouth with more and more pre-cum while her pussy throbbed wildly with nothing to fill it.
That was all she was good for, she told herself. She was a fucking machine, a machine tuned more and more by all the horrors these men were throwing at her. Let them fuck her to death.
There was suddenly the bitter, bleachy flavor of his cum spitting from his prickhead, washing down her throat, filling her mouth until it streamed out from the corners of her cock-stretched lips. The throbbing in her cunt went on for some time, while she choked and swallowed slimy cum.
"She's not so damned proud now... not like she was when we dragged her in," Hal muttered, pulling his cock out and smearing the jizz on her lips.
"She's learnin' real good how to satisfy a guy. She'll be a sex pistol when she gets married. Her old man won't ever wanna leave the sack," Gus said, throwing back his head and laughing.
"She won't wanna get married," Hal said, kicking her in the ribs and rolling her onto her belly. "She's gonna want as many guys runnin' through her sheets as she can get."
Ellen suffered the stinging taunts in silence, avoiding the eyes of her mother, who still looked down sorrowfully at her. She rolled her head to one side, spitting out the mix of spit and cum and feeling her head still throbbing from all the blows.
"Take her to the fruit cellar," Gus said, jerking his head to the right. "Let her think about what's gone on."
"No, no-you'll hurt her more!" Nancy pleaded from her chair.
Gus turned and grinned down at Nancy, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"What are you yellin' about? I'd worry about what's gonna happen to me more," he suggested with an evil grin.
Hal dragged the moaning teenager away, tossing her into a small lower room, then slamming the door shut and bolting it.
Nancy sat there, feeling her pulse begin to race even more as she watched the men's movements carefully. Gus was pulling out his cigarette lighter, flicking open the top and sending a bluish flame up from the small wheel.
Nancy took in a deep breath and held it, feeling her heart pound as he moved the fire up to her nipples. Quickly, he pulled the clamps from her nipples and cunt, leaving the wire in her asshole for the moment.
The woman felt her nipples throbbing while her clit went off into a tiny orgasmic spasm at the release of that biting pincer. She raised her eyebrows, squirming in her seat while the big stud moved the lighter up to her right nipple.
"I like nipples, man. Nothin' better than suckin' on a hard nipple... or foolin' around with 'em," he said with a grin. "You know, a nipple can glow, just like this fire. Know that?"
"No!"
Nancy felt her head growing light once more. This was as bad as waiting for the shock of electricity to come burning through the wires. Only this time, her daughter was locked up in the fruit cellar.
Gus was moving the fire down to her cunt. She could feel the flame singeing her thigh flesh, burning the skin, making her sphincter clamp shut while her head shook. There was the crackling sound of some of her pussy hairs burning and curling back toward her swollen cunt flesh. She could smell the acrid aroma of the burned pussy curls. Nancy moved her head back, grimacing while the flame burned more and more of her pussy bush.
Suddenly Gus moved the flame back up to her right nipple, letting the tip of the flame touch the nub. She felt it starting to hurt. But deep down inside, she felt something else stirring, something that was akin to the delight she felt when the electrical current burned through her body. Nancy worked her lips against one another, feeling herself grow fainter as the fire flickered an inch from her nipple once again. As she stared at the fire, Gus moved it closer and closer, stopping only for a second before sliding the flame right under her nipple.
Throwing back her head, the woman let out a hellish shriek that shrilled past soprano. Her body twisted and tore at the restraints, the chair sliding and grinding over the cement basement floor.
"Eaghhghghghghghghh!"
"No, that's not the way," Gus cautioned, slapping her face with one hand while flicking the top of the lighter shut. "You gotta take it... just like you and your kid did before."
"I'm gonna go upstairs for another beer," Hal said, scratching his balls through his Levi's, then lumbering up the creaking steps.
"We'll get goin' now," Gus growled.
"Where?" she whimpered, thanking God the burning flame was at last gone from her nipples.
"On the table there. You're not good enough for a Goddamned bed."
Nancy looked around the room, peering over the chair her daughter had been sitting on, while Gus continued to disengage her from the wiring and the ropes binding her. It felt so strange to be free for the moment. Hesitantly, she brought her hands forward, rubbing her arms to bring back the circulation. She stood up, taking halting steps toward the table indicated by Gus.
Dear Holy Mother! It was a rack! At least, it resembled pictures of those medieval things she had once seen in history books. Nancy stopped, throwing her arms around her sides and hugging herself while she looked at the big man. His grin told her everything.
"Come on... get on the mother!"
Sniffing, Nancy sat on the splintery wood, swinging her legs over, still hesitating about lying down. Gus pushed her roughly to the surface, grabbing both wrists and stretching them back until they rested in two rusty iron cuffs. She knew her freedom had been too good to last. He fastened the cuffs tightly around her wrists, screwing them down until the iron pinched her flesh. A pulse leaped through her throat, but Nancy managed to keep an outward facade of calm.
Next were her legs. Gus pulled them out in front of her, looping two leather stirrups around her ankles, then pulling the strap tight through two black iron bolts at the foot of the rack. Raising her head slightly above her tits, Nancy could see a small metal ratchet sticking out from the right side of the table.
It was something out of ancient history, something out of hell, she thought to herself as she lay back down and waited for her next ordeal to begin.
CHAPTER NINE
"Uhhhh... huhhhhghhfh!"
The rack was stretching her arms to the tearing point, she thought, feeling her joints aching while the straps cut bitterly into her ankles and wrists. She rolled her head from side to side, her long blonde hair sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty throat and shoulders.
Gus was cranking the ratchet clockwise, moving the bottom half of the rack outward. The straps around her ankles were pulling her legs down, stretching her body while the cuffs around her wrists held her torso firmly on the upper half of the table. Nancy whimpered, the pulling sensation through her body hurting terribly. He was stretching her, pulling her body apart! Another turn, and a terrible throbbing ache rattled through her body. Nancy let out another howl, banging the back of her skull against the rack. She hadn't recovered from the electrocution yet-and now this animal, this horrid beast of a man was almost tearing her body in half with this stretching rack.
"God no, no, no!" she cried.
Gus stopped, fixing the ratchet in a downward position, then moving up to the trembling, stretched woman. He pushed his face against hers, stroking her nipples, leering down at her.
"You gonna talk to the cops?"
"N-n-n-no. I swear it! I swear it! I promise I won't say a word," Nancy said, fighting back the desire to spit in his face.
"If you do, we'll find you-and we'll do even more to you and that little whore you call your daughter. Understand?"
Nancy nodded her head rapidly, breathless with joy. Could this be it? Could it be the end of her ordeal? She could almost feel the fresh air on her arms and face as she writhed there on the rack, the splintery wood pricking her bare ass and lower back.
"Gotta make sure you got some memory of all this before I let you go."
Memory? Hadn't what they'd done to her and Ellen been enough to fill a thousand nightmares? They would awake screaming for years, she thought, blinking the tears away.
Oh, if only he would loosen the rack just a little! How the joints around her shoulders and knees ached from the tearing pain!
Gus disappeared for a moment, coming back into Nancy's limited vision holding strange objects. They were clamps, but there were no wires attached to them. Nancy felt she would have died if they had wired her once more to a generator.
"Ohhhhh!"
They were like very large earrings. Tugging her white thighs apart, he took the first one and slipped it over one of her cuntlips. Nancy felt her cunt labe being tugged from the center of her red, moist pussy gash as Gus started screwing the clamp tighter and tighter.
Nancy gritted her teeth. The pulling sensation was uncomfortable, making her arch her spine and rub her shoulder blades against the hard wood. Now he was tugging her other cuntlips to the side and starting to screw it against her left thigh. In a moment Nancy knew her cuntlips were split wide apart, so wide she thought a truck could drive through her pussy without any trouble.
Gus started attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them down hard and tight. She clenched her fingers into fists, fighting back the desire to scream. These were as bad as those awful clamps that had sent electricity into her body. Finishing, Gus moved away and pulled out his lighter again, flicking it on, then bringing the flame down to the screw attached to her right cuntlip.
In a moment, Nancy started to feel warmth radiating out to her body, becoming particularly intense and concentrated on her cunt. The heat of the flame was transferred to the ring. In another moment, the hot metal was making her cunt sweat while the woman started twisting against the cuffs holding her to the rack.
"Ahhhhhh!"
It was like something biting her pussy hard, the teeth gnawing at her cunt flesh. It was all she could do to keep from fainting. The pain was horrible, like a knife jabbing into her pussy. She shivered, her body writhing like that of a snake while the ring glowed hotly against her cunt. Then Gus moved the fire over to the other ring, doing the same thing until both cuntlips seemed to be on fire. He moved the flame from one ring to the other, heating each up until they burned mercilessly into the woman's seared cunt flesh.
"No more! No more! Take it away! No more!" Nancy shrieked.
"No more? And it looked like you were just havin' fun," Gus said.
He kept heating up the rings and watching her red cuntmeat grow wetter by the second, pussy juice oozing out protectively to put out the raging fire around her cunt hole.
Just when Nancy felt the world blackening around her, the heat ebbed. Gus had slipped the lighter up to her nipples, letting the flame start to heat those rings. She remembered how the fire had felt against her nipples, and she trembled, her teeth chattering. Yes, there it was again-the horrid pain biting into her nipple! She felt the raw, red nipple throbbing agonizingly while the searing heat bit hard into her tit.
It was almost more than she could stand. Nancy cried out for mercy, jerking her head from side to side.
There was no sympathy here. Gus only laughed at her, moving the flame again from ring to ring, heating them up until the woman thought her tits were on fire.
Through the fruit cellar door, they could hear Ellen screaming and banging her body against the door, demanding mercy for her tortured mother. Her cries only added spice for Gus. During the last of this session he kept the fire held up against one ring, heating it until it glowed. Nancy's shrieks grew steadily more and more intense until her throat was raw from the yelling.
The world blackened again for Nancy, pain stabbing into her chest, then into her brain. She could take no more. Her body stiffened, then she fell limply against the rack. She had fainted, merciful blackness enveloping her mind as Gus swore under his breath and clipped the lighter shut...
When she awoke, Nancy felt a wave of disappointment flush over her. She almost wished she had died, or at least gone into a coma. Being awake meant being available for pain and torture. Slowly, the woman cracked her eyelids open, peering through her long lashes. At first she could see nothing, although she heard the sounds of movement all around her. Ellen wasn't out yet. The door remained shut. Nancy opened her eyes and saw Gus standing there to the right, his muscular body blocking something on a stand.
She could smell something, something burning, but right now couldn't put her finger on just what it was. Her curiosity dimmed, however, when she saw what the big stud was holding in one hand. It was a branding iron. The handle was wrapped in black leather, ribbed to fit a man's fingers. Her mind reeled at the possibilities of what that thing could be used for. Then it occurred to the woman that Gus was going to use it as a dildo, something to drive up into her cunt.
"No!"
"You seen enough?"
"No, no, you can't... can't be... " Nancy couldn't finish the sentence. Her mouth was dry. Licking her lips, she stared with rounded eyes at that monstrous thing inches from her. He was either going to brand her or fuck her.
"You're not all that put off, baby," he said, sliding the iron rod under one tit and hefting it from her body. "Your nipple's swellin' up against the clamps. You're just turnin' on to the whole thing, ain't you? Shit! If I'd have known that, I'd have taken that little slut outta the cellar and made her watch her old lady get down and get dirty."
Gus laughed derisively, letting the tit fall back heavily against her heaving chest.
"You... you... " Gus raised the branding iron, swinging it up and down to test its weight, and to frighten Nancy even more. He succeeded in both. The thing whooshed around, cutting through the I shadows like a blade.
Nancy felt the air blowing against her face as she struggled against the bonds, then watched it descend slowly toward her cunt. She felt the heavy metal weight against her pussylips. The j clamps were still attached to her cunt labes, holding them wide apart. Nancy struggled, biting down on her tongue, jerking her head up from the rack and staring at the big man. She could feel an odd, itchy pulse aching through her pussy, making more and more cunt juice flood from her fuck-hole. She was betraying herself. Her own body was her worst enemy! The more he hurt her, the more she was turning on to it.
She shivered and moaned, turning her face away from that animal towering over her. Ohhhh, how cold that metal was against her moist, hot cuntmeat! The contrast made the tiny muscles cramp, trying to tug the stretched cunt labes back over her cunt hole. That strain added to the pain throbbing through her pussy as she wriggled her ass against the rack's uneven wooden surface. Again, she could hear her daughter scream.
"I won't hurt you too much," Gus said with a filthy chortle.
With his free hand, Gus grabbed a fistful of cunt hair and pulled, watching as more juice oozed from her pussy slit. He laughed, then let go, pushing the disc at the end of the rod in. Nancy screamed, shutting her eyes tightly while arching her spine as much as she could. The veins stood out in her neck while droplets of sweat broke out on her forehead. She screamed again when he twisted the thing around and around inside her cunt, making her thighs ridge.
It was worse, far worse than anything she had endured in her pussy up to them! The metal rings, the iron poker, everything was making her body ache against the straps pulling at her arms and legs! Her cries mixed with the muffled shrieks of her daughter, filling the room with an odd cacophony of sound while the big man continued to shove the poker in deeper. Again Nancy screamed, her shoulders hammering against the rack.
But this time, the shriek was filled with something more than agony. Gus was ramming that thing in, twisting and twisting it, rodding her pussy until she felt herself cumming against the fucking branding iron. It was horrid, insane, something she had not expected. She was climaxing with that steel dildo tearing through her cunt! And still it sank in deeper, fucking her, gutting a new path into the tumid muscular cuntmeat. The disc moved back somewhat, raking her clit.
She screamed again, another orgasm flushing from her cunt and spreading to all parts of her body. Nancy felt herself become all cunt-hot, wet, milking under the terrible rape. It was a final fuck. Oh Lord, it was wonderful! She wept with fear and hate and pleasure, tightening her pussy as much as she could against the brutal rape. Explosions went off in her pussy again, echoing all through her body. Each explosion built to a higher and higher pitch, a more satisfying climax. And still Gus twisted the iron, and still she came.
Then suddenly the branding iron was gone, slipped from her convulsing fuck-hole. Nancy cursed, looking through lust-glazed eyes to find Hal back in the basement, a little drunker than before. The men were talking quietly and laughing as she lay there panting, wondering what they were going to do to her next.
CHAPTER TEN
They had drawn Ellen out from the fruit cellar Gus had pitched her into. Now strapped to the wall opposite her mother, the girl stared down at Nancy, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she looked at the thongs holding her mother's arms and legs captive, at the rings distending her tits and holding her cuntlips wide apart. It was all the teenager could do to keep from screaming out her sorrow.
Nancy looked at her daughter and silently ordered her not to say a word. She turned away, unable to bear the sight of Ellen naked like that, her arms stretched out and held against the wall with those horrid brown leather cuffs. Would the youngster be next? After they tired of Nancy, would her daughter be the next victim here? The thought made her sick with worry as she watched and waited.
There! Behind Gus. She now saw what had been blocked. It was a bowl, a large black metal thing on a tripod. Just below, there was a big blue flame heating the bottom, the fire kept alive by a large can of Sterno. That was what she had smelled before... before Gus had fucked her mindless with the poker. But where was that rod now? She raised her head from the table and scanned the floor as much as she could. Not seeing the weapon made her nervous.
It was then she heard a scraping sound. Directing her attention toward the big bowl, she saw Hal reaching in and grabbing something. The iron! Only this time it was red hot. He stirred it around, sparks scattering upward.
Nancy shivered, he head wobbling as she stared wildly at the men. She felt her mind snapping. She was tied up, helpless, degraded in front of her daughter again. The thought drove her wild. She started to laugh hysterically, jerking against the bonds stretching her arms and legs.
Gus started to laugh, his belly rising and falling while Hal still checked the coals. And in the bowl, the coals crackled and hissed, the sparks dancing and fluttering toward the ceiling.
Ellen cried out, telling her mother to be calm while Hal kept stirring those awful coals. In a moment he raised the branding iron, examining the disc-shaped tip.
"Yes," he hissed, looking at Gus, then at the helpless woman stretched on the rack. "You want first crack at her?"
Gus shrugged then grinned, taking the iron from his buddy.
"This is the reminder I talked to you about," Gus said thickly, his fingers tightening around the handle of the branding iron.
Nancy let out a whimper, struggling weakly against the bonds as she stared at the glowing thing bobbing inches from her. The tip was a dark red, while the shaft closest to the disc was white. The rest was a dull gray, colors that burned into her mind as she fought against the restraints. They were going to brand her! God in heaven, they were going to char her flesh with that thing!
"Please, I'll do anything, anything!" Nancy shuddered. The spasms passed down her shoulders, making her nipples stiff and throbbing against the shaking metal rings.
"Sure, you will. But you're not really frightened. I can see you're just waiting for this thing. You're hot, hot for more shit to go down on you. That's just what you and that little slut up against the wall like," Gus said. "No, no... "
"We'd make a good pair... husband and wife, you know," Gus said, starting to lower the glowing iron toward her flesh.
Nancy panted through her flared nostrils, every nerve ending in her body alive to the slightest stimulation. Every sound made her jump as she watched the glowing disc come closer and closer to her body.
Gus watched her like a hawk watching his prey, lowering the iron until the rounded bottom of the disc barely touched the trembling flesh just above her left knee. The heat of the thing grew slowly. She could smell the pungent aroma of her fine body hairs burning under the intense heat. The glowing iron reddened her skin. She writhed against the strong bonds, a little sob escaping from her clenched lips.
Nancy looked from the iron to the big man's face. His eyes were glittering while he licked his lips. Then Gus let the iron drop a little more heavily against her flesh, moving it up, up along the line of one tendon. Nancy strained to be silent. But the line of pain moved closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first few curly blonde hairs on her cuntlips burned down. The smell of singeing hair was added to the smell of the coals and burning Sterno. The pain was growing more and more intense. The heat felt like a dozen blazing coals at the side of her cuntal slit. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out, dragging a moan with it. Nancy felt her eyes burn with salty tears.
"Ohhhh!" the woman cried.
"Leave my mother alone!"
"Shut up, or you'll be the next on here!" Gus barked back at Ellen.
Gus threw the branding iron back into the bowl, stirring it around a little more. Nancy sank back against the rack, feeling the relief of a temporary respite. When she heard that awful scraping sound again, the woman tensed, jerking her head up just in time to see the big man bringing the iron back. This time, there was no foreplay. He lowered the iron quickly, the heat warming her knees.
"Aggghhhh!"
Once more Ellen felt every nerve alive, expectant. The glowing-hot iron moved between her thighs, barely touching the bulging, quivering muscles. The scalding heat singed her tender flesh. Her blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, smoldering down to her cunt mound. The bitter stench of the burned pussy hair and dried cunt juice filled the air with nauseating perfume.
The smell seemed to arouse both Gus and Hal. Gus's hand was shaking, the branding iron bobbing while his cock jutted against the front of his Levi's.
"No, no... " A thousand scalding coals seemed to spray into Nancy's cunt. She could feel the thing already destroying her.
Oh, God, that was what she wanted secretly. At last, the dark force that had been guiding her revealed itself-a desire to be fucked to death, to be tortured-just as long as her final sensation would be the biggest, most powerful orgasm ever experienced in the world! This man could do that for her, she thought insanely as she rutted in front of him.
"Man, she wants it! She really wants it!" Gus cried out.
"No! No, that's not true!" Ellen screamed, unable to watch her mother's obscene gyrations any longer.
"Then give it to her, man!" Hal rasped.
Gus dropped the red-hot disc on her thigh, watching as white smoke curled from the burned flesh and the room was filled with hissing. Nancy felt the ice cold, then sensed the burning heat that threatened to blow off the top of her head. She screamed and screamed, her body taut against the restraints while her legs shivered against the onslaught.
At the same time, her clit burst. The inferno burning her thigh curled into her cunt as well, finding her clit and teasing it to the bursting point. She screamed for mercy as the relentless pain went on and on.
When Gus finally threw away the poker, the thing had made its mark, burned there to stay forever on her flesh.
"Now, the daughter," Hal said as Gus licked his lips, pulling down his pants.
"No, not Ellen!" Nancy cried.
The teenager screamed, too, twisting against the bonds. But Hal was already stirring the coals with the branding iron, getting the disc hot once again while Gus unzipped his pants, kicked them off, then ripped off his white cotton T-shirt. Ellen's cries somehow slipped to the back of Nancy's mind as she saw his prick growing, pointing at her, the foreskin peeling back, the cockhead growing darker.
Gus was on Nancy in a moment, easing his fucker in, separating the drenched cunt folds, and searching out her clit. He was taking his time, relishing the feel of her pussy against his balls, knowing that moments ago he had branded her like a helpless sheep.
Nancy tossed her head from side to side, her eyes shut, her tongue darting along her dry lower lip. Her mouth was like cotton and her armpits were sweaty. How her cunt and shitter muscles pulsed! The woman wanted to cry out, but she couldn't get the air in her lungs. All that came out was a husky panting. Her wrists and ankles burned as she strained to be free.
"Gonna fuck you, baby, fuck you good!"
She moved her hips as much as she could, swallowing up Gus's prick while Hal pulled the poker out from behind her, chuckled as he peered down at the fucking couple, then meandered over to the screaming teenager. Ellen stood against the wall, flattening herself against the cinderblocks while her mother fucked her brains out on the rack.
Nancy whimpered with frustration, wanting it all. Her nerves tingled while vibrations shot off in her cunt. In a moment, she could hear her daughter shrieking, one wail higher than the other, interspersed with Hal's cruel laughter. She knew Ellen was being branded as she had been, her flesh cruelly burned by the awful red-hot disc while her mother was rutting like this. But the woman couldn't help herself. One orgasm after another came. Her pussy was like a volcano that set her belly knotting and writhing in short, rapid jerks while her ass tightened against the harsh bench under her. Gus was drilling into her soul, dredging up lusts that were forbidden to her.
"Uhhhhh!" the man gasped.
Gus was cumming, cumming hard.
It would soon be over. But even after he shot his cum-load into her cunt, his prick stayed hard. After slowing to catch his breath, he started up again, increasing the speed of his fucking. And this time, the burrowing, driving force inundated her cunt with an even greater climax.
Nancy felt herself going mad with fuck-lust, insane with delight of cumming without end. It was more than she could endure. The woman screamed, her cries again mixing with the pained shrieks of her branded daughter behind her.
When Gus was through, Hal had already toss ed the smoking branding iron back into the bowl. Ellen was weeping, dangling from the wall, her head drooping. A large smoking red mark glowed on her thigh.
The men were right. There would be a reminder there, something that would tell the women that Gus and Hal were still out there, still ready to pounce on them in case their resolve to back out of testifying faltered.
"That's enough, man. These bitches are gonna tire me all the way out," Gus said, passing one hand over his forehead and mopping up the sweat.
"Yeah, back home for both of you. And remember," Hal said, pointing a warning finger at Nancy as his buddy loosened the cuffs around her wrists, "you say one word, anything to the cops about what you saw, and this ain't nothin' compared to what we can do."
Nancy could hardly move, every muscle in her body seeming to throb with agony after Gus had pulled the leather thongs from her ankles. It would be weeks, she thought, before any of these marks disappeared. And as for the branded spot that throbbed nauseatingly on her thigh... well, that would be her reminder, her string around the finger.
A dull thud behind her caught her attention. Hal had opened the cuffs and let Ellen fall to the floor in a heap.
"Ellen!"
Nancy found the strength to swing her legs from the rack and rush to her daughter's side. She knelt on the floor, holding Ellen in her arms, feeling tears of indignation and fear in her eyes. These men! They had done such ghastly things to her and her daughter. She would show them! She would...
The stinging sensation on her thighs abruptly reminded her of the ugly realities of her situation. She would remain quiet, not say a word.
Those bastards had won, damn them!
"Mother, can we go home?"
"Yes, dear... home."
But home, she thought, would never be the same again. Always, there would be Gus and Hal lurking in the shadows. And they might descend on the women without warning, for no reason at all. Nancy shivered, unaware that the corners of her lips were curving up slightly at that prospect.
