Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or positive experience.
In TWO DAUGHTERS TO TORTURE, Ellen Fischer and her daughters find themselves in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, they nevertheless find within themselves hidden resources, a strength of character they never realized they had.
Ellen and her daughters suffer an unspeakably horrible experience, but come through with their sensibilities intact, each knowing that she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ellen Fischer was a good woman-at least, she thought so up to this evening. She had raised her two daughters, Cindy and Trina, without the help of her long-gone ex-husband. Though they both had begun to give her headaches with their constant questions about sex, Ellen nevertheless loved her family and felt she would never need anything else in her life other than her daughters and eventually their children.
But something had happened to Ellen. She had begun to feel strange, especially when men followed her around with their undressing eyes. She had seen them, the hungry look they had as they stared at her full big tits, her firm ass, her long shapely thighs that invited tongues to lick up the firm flesh to her hot cunt. Yes, Ellen thought with a sigh, it was hot-hot and moist, and prickling constantly now while flames of incredible goodness lapped up her flesh and burned her clit. She had tried to fight down that feeling, curling her fingers against her sweaty-damp palms until her nails bit into her skin. Cold showers did nothing. They were more of a joke than an answer to her growing problem. She began to have dreams-terrible, dirty dreams of men holding her, kissing her, fucking her. She would awaken panting like an animal, her nightgown sticking to her sweaty flesh while her pussy throbbed, her thighs wet with cuntjuice. The fingers that plowed through the musky mess between her ridging thighs did little to ease the agony growing more and more intense with each passing day.
Ellen successfully hid her problem from her daughters, passing off her irritation as just growing old. But she had never felt more young in her. life.
When Trina and Cindy left for school, Ellen was tempted to find a man to drag off to her bed and ease the itchy ache throbbing in her cunt. The mailman was too old and ugly. But there were telephone men, gas repairmen, any repairman.
Ellen had almost panicked at the last minute, preferring to fantasize rather than take a chance with a stranger. But now she was stepping from her car with a man she had met only a few hours ago. The night was dark, clouds having obscured the full moon, while a breeze gently raised her blonde hair from her shoulders. Ellen pulled her pink sweater more tightly around her throat, watching as the tall dark-haired man moved around the front of his red car and casually slipped his arm through hers. She knew what he wanted. Most people going to the Raging Bull want the same thing-a fast fuck with no questions asked. Ellen had known about that bar. Everyone in Glendale knew about it. So it was with great fear the tall, leggy blonde slipped from her house and drove around the city streets, making certain no one was following her before she parked two blocks down and nearly ran the distance to the double green doors.
Brad-his name-seemed nice enough, and certainly caught her eye the moment she'd slipped onto the barstool and felt like a hooker angling for clients. Ellen smiled, fighting down the fear and excitement rushing through her body as she watched him unlock the door. Her cunt was swollen open again, a burning itch making her clit curl back from the touch of her puffy cuntlips.
Ellen did her best to appear calm, narrowing her eyes as she stepped into the darkened living room and heard the door close behind her. Her nipples were taut, poking up against the white silk blouse clinging to her body. She tried to steady her breathing, thinking of her daughters studying late at the Johnson's home this evening.
"Drink?"
Ellen shook her head, feeling her throat growing tighter. It was so natural feeling like this. She sat down on the high-backed couch, her ass sinking all too comfortably into the cushions.
Brad stood at the wet bar, his fingers on a vodka bottle. He was hesitating, looking at Ellen, then eyeing the glass half-filled with ice. He let out a loud sigh, then turned and walked up to her. Ellen froze, feeling as if she would faint. Chills swept over her body as she could feel his warm breath against her throat. He was sitting next to her now, his eyes glowing. She waited, half-expecting to feel his tongue lick into her ear. They had talked a good deal at the bar about one thing or another. But now he was strangely silent. Her cunt was spasming as if it were a tiny frightened animal, its full lips curling and trembling while her clit seemed to crackle with arousal. Brad looked at her for a minute, then drew closer, his mouth covering hers.
Ellen felt his tongue pushing through her parted lips as his hands roamed freely over her body. She kissed him back long and hard, feeling his tongue scraping over her gums while his right hand pushed gently under her dress. When she felt him slipping his fingers into her panties, she stopped them, tearing away from the kiss.
"I-I don't know what I'm doing," she said with a husky laugh.
Brad's face screwed up into a mask of confusion, his brows knitting together as he stared at her.
"What?"
"I mean, I don't know if I'm ready for this. It's been so long and-and I don't know if it's right!"
He pulled away from her, his full lips pulled tight.
"People go into that bar for one reason," he said, his voice having a cutting edge to it now. "And now you've got doubts?"
Ellen didn't like the way things had suddenly turned. Brad was staring angrily at her, his fingers working against one another and his nostrils flaring. Ellen felt frightened. Moving her ass away, she started to get up, drawing her knees together. Things were getting out of hand, and she would stop them right now.
"You're not going anywhere. Not until I'm finished with you."
"What?"
Ellen struggled against the hand holding her arm. She let out a gasp, twisting around while she pushed her heels against the couch. He was hurting her, pulling her back to the couch and throwing one muscular leg over her thighs. She heard something tearing. It was her blouse. Brad was ripping off her blouse while jerking her skirt up to her thighs. In a second, she felt him pulling down her panties as he covered her mouth with his.
"No!"
He was fingering her pussy now, shoving two fingers into her hot cunt and twisting them around like a screwdriver while jabbing his tongue all the way down her throat! His legs were hurting her as he pushed her back onto the sofa.
Ellen couldn't struggle against him. He was too big, too strong. She gasped, fighting for air, finally biting down on his tongue in desperation.
Brad shouted, jerking back and covering his mouth with one hand while still keeping her trapped against the couch. His face seemed black with anger as he moved his tongue against the insides of his cheek, checking for damage.
"You fuckin' bitch!"
She saw the hand jerk up, saw the fingers closing against one another, saw the fist coming down at her in slow motion. No man had hit her-ever! Even in the violent quarrels she had had with her ex-husband, Fred had never struck her. Ellen couldn't believe this was happening, watching as the hand came down in a broad arc, cutting the air and shadows until it smacked against her right jaw.
Ellen cried out, her head snapping to the left from the force of the blow while her hair splashed over her face. The hot, stinging u sensation made tears well up in her eyes, and she looked away from the big man threatening her.
"Please, don't-don't hurt me! Just let me go! There are other women there and-uhhhh!"
He struck her again. This time his knuckles bruised her chin and sent the blonde reeling back against the sofa. The room spun dizzyingly around and around, Brad's hands pinching and slapping her body while Ellen tried to crawl away.
"You're like the others, teasin' then tuckin' your ass away when the going gets rough!" Brad growled, twisting strands of her hair in between his fingers and tugging her face against his.
Ellen cried out, feeling her hair ripping from her scalp painfully as she felt his spit spraying her face. He was nearly incoherent, shouting at her, his face turning purple with rage while his knees shoved between hers. The woman trembled, fearing he would really hurt her as he continued to shout insults at her.
Finally he loosened his grip, pulling her off the couch and throwing Ellen to the floor. She collapsed face-down, her right hip striking the edge of the glass-topped coffee table hard before she crumpled to the floor. She was about to try to scramble to her feet when Ellen felt something pressing hard against the back of her neck. It was Brad's booted foot, the heel shoving down against her neck and pressing her face back into the blue carpeting.
Ellen squawked, her arms collapsing under the pressure while her nose flattened against the carpeting. Brad was stepping on her, pressing down while drawing his other foot up against her lips. The force of his push forced her mouth open. The woman could taste blood oozing into her throat as Brad kept up the pressure. She dug her knees into the thick carpeting, squirming against the floor while feeling herself gasping for air.
"Lick 'em, bitch! Come on, lick those boots! I wanna show you just where you stand!"
Ellen tried scrambling away again, worming her body across the floor as best she could. But Brad threatened to snap her upper spine with his heel if she tried to pull away once more. Defeated, Ellen lay there, her tongue half out, her eyes nearly crossed as she watched him draw his left boot up to her face. Reluctantly swallowing her shattered pride, Ellen began drawing the tip of her tongue across the top of his boot, tasting the pungent leather and feeling gritty dirt coating her mouth.
She felt her belly turning over, her bile rising in her throat as she continued to lick around and over his boot. Brad was having fun watching her, calling her every foul name in the book while twisting the boot around, making sure she was cleaning his boot well.
Ellen spat out the foul mixture of filth and spit several times, feeling as if she would surely vomit and fearing the consequences.
Ellen had nearly fainted licking off his heel when Brad drew the boot away, carefully examining it, then casually flicking off an imaginary speck of dirt on the toe before nodding with approval.
"You're good, baby. I think you might even like doin' shit like this."
"No, no, never!"
Ellen couldn't believe women could be forced to perform this way. Some might enjoy it, she allowed, but she would never, ever enjoy submitting this way to a man. Brad sensed her reluctance and laughed, gripping her by the shoulders and hauling her up. Ellen was swaying dangerously from side to side, then she collapsed against the big man's chest. He held her for a moment, then began moving back ward. Ellen felt herself being dragged, her toes rubbing against the soft carpeting. She pushed herself away from Brad, stiffening as she feared the worst. There was the door! Hitting him as hard as she could with a doubled fist, Ellen lurched away, stumbling head-first as her hands flew out and gripped the brass knob.
Brad was faster, beating her savagely between the shoulders until the woman found herself sobbing and screaming on the floor. He was twisting her hair again, tugging at it, dragging her across the living room floor like a sack. Ellen shrieked, beating her fists behind her, feeling the weight of her body tearing at the roots of her hair. But Brad ignored her, dragging the shrieking woman through the doorway and past the stove and refrigerator before pausing for one moment and opening the door leading to his basement.
"Up!"
He jerked her to a half-standing position, twisting the woman around and shoving her forward. Ellen's legs twisted together at that point, making it impossible for her to catch her balance. She fell into the dank darkness, her body pitching to the right and down. She screamed, her arms flailing uselessly in front of her as she fell several feet.
Ellen felt her body strike the wooden handrail. With another cry, she wrapped her hands around the rail, her legs swinging out in front of her while her ass finally settled onto a step. She caught her breath, thanking God she had managed to keep from tumbling all the way down the steps.
Brad was behind her, prying her off the stairs and shoving her forward until she finally slid down to the bottom. He pushed her forward again, watching the woman carefully until she found herself in an odd narrow room. That was when she felt Brad's fingers curl around the collar of her torn blouse, tearing down and ripping the garment completely off her body.
"No!" She shouted out her protest, flinging her arms around her naked tits and backing away from him. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she looked frantically from side to side. It was a strangely narrow room. There was no path of escape except right past Brad. There were iron rings in the walls, rings that promised more horror and pain. Her eyes dropping down, Ellen saw that there were two small wooden benches set end to end. Brad was stretching his arms out, his thick fingers pressing against the walls. He seemed to fill the room, to crush her to the floor.
"Yeah, baby, come on, take off that skirt. Take it off or I'll rip it off!"
Ellen knew she had no choice. Fighting back tears, she carefully unzipped her black skirt, stepping from the puddled garment and tossing it to one side. She knew he could see the dark triangle of her pussyhair through her sheer white nylon crotch panel. Brad was licking his lips like a wolf, staring at her as if he could eat her that very second.
"Please, don't-don't hurt me!"
He threw back his head and laughed. Ellen sat down on one of the benches, watching like a caged animal, feeling her heart beating so hard and fast she was certain she would surely have a heart attack. And something else was happening to Ellen, something that startled and confused her as she half-crouched there on the floor, her eyes darting from Brad to the rings, then back to Brad again. She was feeling a slow fire start to warm up her cunt, a fire that tingled and itched and burned while her clit began to stiffen slowly and rise from the musky wet flesh surrounding it.
Brad sauntered cockily over to her, pushing the woman down roughly, them jamming the benches more closely to one another. He kept her down, making sure her back rested on one while her ass slipped down on the second stool. Her thighs and legs hung over the end while her nylon panties pressed naughtily against her steamy cunt. It was then Ellen realized just how hot and wet she was, feeling the warm silken material knife into her pussy as she lay there spread open to the big man. Brad could see her arousal, could see just how turned on she was, and he grinned at his success.
He curled his fingers around the elastic waistband and tugged the briefs down roughly to her knees. Ellen let out a sharp little cry but didn't dare make one move to keep him from doing his worst. She remembered the blow against her face, and the crashing sensations of his fists against her back. She lay as if he were going to operate on her, her ass flat against the cold splintery wood and her cuntlips stretching apart. They were moist, she knew, puffy and moist, and red with desire. The itchy way her pussyhair fluffed after having been nested under her tight-fitting panties even added to the itchy delight that started to throb through her cunt.
Ellen didn't even protest when she felt him pulling her slender arms back behind her head, pressing her wrists against the wooden legs of the rear bench and telling her to keep them there. She felt something wrapping around her hands and rolled her eyes back. Leather straps! Two thick brown leather straps had been riveted to the back bench's hind legs. Brad was pulling them around her wrists now, snugging the leather against her flesh then threading the ends through a rusty buckle. Ellen discovered she could not raise her shoulders from the bench. "Uhhh!"
Next Brad cinched a broader black leather strap tightly around her small waist. He tugged it hard, the material cutting into her flesh and making Ellen's eyes widen as she let out a breath of air. She thought he was going to cut her in two as the big man tugged and pulled, making the benches grate and slide against the floor. Ellen sighed softly, feeling the pressure ease a bit above her tummy. She looked at the rings again and wondered how he was going to use those against her.
Ellen had little time to wait for an answer. Brad disappeared from her sight of vision for only a moment, rattling around in a small dark cabinet to her right. When he returned, he had leather anklets, things that looked like tiny cuffs with buckles on them. Ellen was about to speak when she felt him sliding one onto her right ankle, then her left. It was then when she noticed large slide-hooks that had been sewn into the sides of the anklets. After buckling the things to her legs, Brad bent down and hefted her right leg up, raising and shoving it to one side so that the ring on the anklet could be attached to the large iron ring riveted into the wall.
Ellen shifted her position as best she could, feeling her cunt opening from the resulting tension. The cool air felt good against her hot, sweaty pussy flesh. And oddly enough, everything was starting something going in her, something Ellen never would have dreamed could exist in a human being.
Brad raised her left leg and brought it up against the opposite wall, fastening the anklet to another ring and spreading her wide open. Ellen gasped, feeling as if she were going to be ripped in two. She understood the narrow room now. It was ideal for the straps that controlled her legs. Brad now tugged savagely on the buckles, first one leg then the other. She was spread open wider and wider, her cunt lips peeling stickily back from one another under the pressure, until the rich dark red meat of her cunthole came into view.
Brad swallowed hard, perspiration dampening his shirt as he reached between his legs and gave his stiff cock a good hard squeeze.
Ellen blushed, the cutting pain of the anklets matching the shame and embarrassment she felt lying there, split open, naked and bound to the walls while this savage was jerking himself off. He would rape her-beat and rape her then let her go. And somehow, that thought made her want to smile with a kind of relief.
"Okay, baby, now we get down to some serious action!"
"Serious?" Ellen was horrified. There was more? She expected Brad to throw himself onto her, rape her, and then let her go. But apparently there would be something else. Ellen trembled with fear as she lay there helplessly, waiting for the inevitable.
CHAPTER TWO
"Stop this! You-you can't do this to me! It's against the law!"
Ellen felt another rush of blind panic explode in her head. Wildly, she pulled at her arms, feeling the tense muscles knotting up against her flesh as she twisted and writhed against the wooden benches under her. Brad said nothing to her, sneering down once or twice as she shrieked. Ellen had never been restrained this way, and the feeling of the ropes against her wrists as well as the anklets holding her thighs spread wide apart frightened her.
"You hear me? I said to let me go!"
Brad let out a disgruntled sigh, turning around and raising his right hand threateningly over her head. Ellen stopped screaming at once, her head shaking while she tensed herself, ready for the striking blow. But nothing happened. Brad was enjoying watching her, seeing how helpless she was, her body roped and splayed open while her flesh puckered up in goose bumps. A chill draft tickled over her white flesh, making her nipples hard and long while her cunt puckered from the coolness. He brought down his hand gently between her thighs, rubbing his knuckles over the tensing thighs, moving them up until he was brushing the fine hair covering her pussy.
Ellen clenched her teeth, closing her eyes and doing her best to block out the delightful feelings simmering in her cunt. Oh, how she wanted him to touch her! How she wanted to feel something other than the light, teasing sensation of his hand barely brushing over her pussyhair. She curled her toes until they cramped, her shoulder blades moving against the hard splintery wood while her mind raced out of control.
"Eaghghghghghhh!"
The pain was incredible! Brad had twisted his hand around, grabbing hold of her cunthair and pulling it hard. It felt as if someone had driven a rusty blade into her cunt. Ellen shrieked, arching her spine and snapping her head from left to right as the pain shot from her cunt to her belly. She spat out scream after scream, her arms shaking while her wrists pulled wildly at the restraining bonds. Brad tugged up harder, tearing the hairs out one at a time until Ellen thought she would faint from the pain.
"Now, are you gonna be quiet?"
His voice was even and calm while he let the torn blonde cunthairs fall from his fingers to the floor. Ellen settled back on the stools, feeling her arms and shoulders start to ache as a raging pulse tickled through her pussy. She wanted more, wanted more sensation, more touching-even if that meant pain. Desperately, the woman shook her head, trying to drive that thought from her mind. But Ellen couldn't ignore it. As much as he hurt her, she felt the desire for more. Images of his boot pressed against her head and mouth flashed through her mind as she lay there split open. Brad pulled his shirt off and revealed a washboard belly and a large, well-developed chest. Ellen sucked in a ragged breath, realizing she had only dreamed about men like him. They existed, and were as rough-she thought-as Brad. Her cunt puckered at the idea.
He loosened his belt, hesitating only for a moment before letting his trousers fall to the floor to reveal a long, thick cock pushing out against the cotton piss-flap of his shorts. Ellen hungered for a look. If her hands had been free, she might have been bold enough to pull down his briefs, something she had only done for her husband. The woman squirmed on the benches, feeling the splinters cutting into her sweat-dampened flesh.
Brad kicked his pants to one side, moving to the cabinet again and retrieving a series of small metal clamps. He studied each of them, choosing the smallest for her right nipple. Ellen let out a cry as she felt the brush of the cold steel against her nipple. It had biting little teeth, teeth that would tear her tit-tip to pieces, she thought. Brad enjoyed watching her growing fear, his cock throbbing harder against the stretched white cotton material.
"Ow!"
Ellen jerked, feeling the bite of the first clamp sinking into her right nipple. Her body jerked to the right, her legs sawing against the restraints as she let out another long, low-pitched sigh. Brad followed with another clamp, this one chewing onto her left tit. Ellen chewed down on her lower lip, fighting back the urge to scream. Whimpering in pain, she looked at her nipples, which were turning purple and becoming distended from the weight of the clamps. That was when Brad reached down and fished a small silver cigarette lighter from his trousers, flicking open the top and igniting the tiny wick.
"What-what are you going to do?"
The words hardly came from her mouth as she stared in growing concern at the orange flame flickering dangerously close to her clamped nipples. Brad was humming some song while bringing the fire closer to the right clamp. At first he appeared about to burn her body. But Brad was more clever, pushing the fire up to the handle edge of the clamp and slowly warming up the steel.
In another moment, Ellen's body began to sweat, long drops of perspiration rolling down her tits and out from under her arms as she squirmed with growing discomfort. In another minute, the clamps were like burning tongs, the heat spearing into her tit and making her cry out with agony.
Brad kept the fire up against the clamp, watching her naked body writhe and twist as the heat transferred itself from the lighter to her nipple.
Ellen cried out wildly now, humping her body against the stool while jerking back against the restraining anklets. The burning pain was horrible, making her head throb and ache.
Just at that point, Brad pulled the flame away from her right nipple, bringing it down to her left tit-tip and firing the clamp until the woman was screaming for mercy once again. Ellen thought he would go back to her right nub and continue alternating until she passed out when the fire on both stopped. Curious, the woman raised her head and peered over her jutting tits just in time to see him draw the flame down between her raised, spread legs. In that instant, Ellen felt a hot tongue of fire washing against her ass. She shrieked, banging the back of her skull against the benches and digging her fingernails into her palms. He was burning her ass! She could feel the fire on her asshole and licking up her asscheeks like a hot feather, then curling up into her pussy.
Again Ellen shrieked, jerking her ass up and tucking it away from the scouring fire as best she could while the benches under her continued to scrape against the floor. Brad laughed, bringing the fire up to her pussy, then back down to her asshole, watching the flesh pucker and shiver at the light touch of the small fire.
"Yaghghhghghgh!"
Ellen couldn't think straight. She was like a wild animal, squirming and twisting on the bench while a horrible fire threatened to destroy her. She could feel and smell the burning of her cunthairs. It made her sick, reminding her of a gutted animal roasting in a fire! Juice rolled from between her outer cuntlips in a wild attempt to put out the fire.
Brad flipped the cigarette lighter closed and threw it onto his pants.
"Interesting," he said. "I haven't tried that for some time. Good reaction."
She wished he would take the clamps from her nipples. They were starting to really hurt her, and Ellen feared they might cause some real damage. But Brad was not to be stopped from doing anything. He left the clips biting her nipples, watching her as he rummaged through the cabinet again and brought out what at first, Ellen thought was a long pink pole. Blinking her eyes clear, she saw it was what she'd heard called a dildo!
Brad spat on the tip several times, working his fingers over the full twelve inches and greasing it down with saliva as he walked back to her. Ellen whimpered. He was going to use it on her. Surely, she thought, he would split her cunt in two! Surely he would hurt her with that big thing as he fucked it down into her pussy.
"Eaghghhghghgh! Uhhhh! Yaghghhghghh!"
Ellen screamed three times, her shoulders slamming against the bench while her face blanched and twisted into a mask of horrible pain. He was fucking the thing into her tight asshole! She could feel the rounded dildo pressing up into her bowels, the resulting aching pain taking her breath away. It was splitting her wide open! She gasped and cried, pulling at the restraints, her arms knotting up painfully in muscle spasms while her legs kicked against the leather anklets.
"Eooooowwwww!"
He stopped for a moment, peering up at the tortured woman, then leaning forward and fucking more of the ass-splitting plastic dildo into her shitter. Again Ellen let out a scream of agony, her belly bucking while her bowels distended and kinked painfully. She let out a series of quick panting breaths, her nostrils burning from the oxygen she sucked in. He had pushed only three inches in, stretching her asshole lips to thin rubber bands-and still there were nine more inches to go!
Ellen cried out in despair, her voice ringing off the gray cinderblocks in the cheerless narrow room. Screaming again when another fat inch was pushed into her shitter, Ellen thought she would surely pass out from the pain. But unconsciousness wouldn't come, no matter how much she longed for it! Again Brad twisted the dildo into her shitter, fucking it down and in, watching her ass jerk up from the first stool and hang there trembling as her cunt sucked in raw air, then let out a soft fart of excitement.
"Like it, huh, bitch? Enjoy having something good and hard up your ass, right?"
"Nooooooooo!" Ellen wailed in protest, shaking her flushed face from side to side while hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
And then, with a sudden, piercing pain, Ellen felt Brad thrust in the dildo, the rounded tip piercing her bowels and pushing aside her other organs. Ellen screamed louder, her voice growing harsh and edged with agony. It was like having a huge hard lump of shit jammed in her, shoving up against her bowels, tearing up until it threatened to come out of her throat. The little muscles guarding her shitter were threatening to tear. "Noooooo!"
Ellen protested again as Brad shoved two-thirds of the plastic prick into her ass. It was only then that he stopped, stepping back and staring at the pink bobbing thing sticking straight out of her asshole. He smiled with satisfaction, reaching forward and twisting the clamps still biting her nipples until Ellen let out more cries of pain. He kept twisting the clamps, pinching the burned flesh cruelly until she thought her ripped nipples were going to tear completely from her swollen tits.
"Now, baby!"
It was a haze of pain. She could hardly understand what the man was saying to her until she blinked her eyes clear a second time and watched him skin down his briefs. His cock sprang up clear and free of the elastic waistband, the head purple with lust, while big blue veins throbbed up against his stretched skin. He ran his hands on either side of her split cunt, his eyes wide as he examined the bobbing dildo splitting her ass apart, then he moved his hands up to the clamps biting into her nipples.
Ellen knew she was more than he had hoped for. She could see it in his glittering eyes as he leaned forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing them while twisting around the nipples until she ground her teeth together in agony. His cockhead was probing against her pussy, picking up the slickness of her crotch and starting to slip into her simmering fuckhole.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen couldn't believe the resulting sensation. She was getting fucked for the first time in years-nearly five-and roped in the bargain to boot! She strained against the ropes holding her captive, delighting in the resulting cutting sensation against her wrists. She was nearly ready to climax, feeling the hot pinging sensation of mini-orgasms rippling through her cunt.
Brad shook the sweat rolling down from his forehead onto her, his face growing darker with passion as he fitted his prickhead into her cunt, then thrust in with a grunt.
"Uh!"
Ellen bucked her ass off the stool, tensing her thigh muscles until they ridged. Brad knew what she wanted and gave it to her in spades, reaching down with his right hand and starting to twist the dildo as he drove his stiff cock into her cunt. It was more than Ellen could stand. She let out cry after cry, her throat tensing and growing raw with her shrieks of delight and pain. He was fucking her, pulling his cock back a little and feeling the pussy muscles tensing and gripping tightly around his cockhead.
"Man, your pussy's like a fuckin' fist!"
Ellen laughed and cried, conscious of the milking motion of her pussy against his rodding cock. She liked the itchy pulsing that ravaged her cunt. Brad, she saw, liked it too. He was grunting like a savage, his fingers manipulating her nipples as he began moving the dildo in and out, in and out, matching the fucking movements of his prick.
"Uh! Huhhhhrrr! Uhhh!"
Ellen grunted each time his prick pushed into her cunt. He was purposely angling back, letting his cock brush against her clit until she thought the tiny nub would catch fire.
"Oh, stick that thing in me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yes, yes, fuck me good and hard!" Ellen cried out, unable to keep back the delight building in her. It was impossible not to show Brad just how she felt. Every square inch of her body was pulsing with delight, aching for more sensation as she surrendered completely to the big man.
Ellen cried out when he twisted the clamps around twice, making her nipples wrinkle into spires and sending waves of agony piercing through her chest. But she wanted more. She wished that her legs and arms could be free so she could grab this male tormenting and fucking her. And when he shoved that dildo in farther, pushing it deep into her belly and making her ass burn with a fire she'd never felt before, Ellen nearly screamed down the walls, wanting more, demanding more.
Brad pulled back, leaving only his cockhead in her cunt while he twisted the dildo around and around, also pulling it out. The double withdrawal sent the woman into a series of pre-orgasmic spasms, her cunt and asshole clenching down on the retreating cocks while her chest tightened as if she were having a fit. Ellen's face became a blur, and cuntjuice gushed from her pussy, wetting down Brad's fat balls.
"Man, bitch, I could fuck you all damned night! But you'd burn off my cock if I did! I'm gonna save it for more later!"
Ellen cried out greedily, her pussy squeezing his prickhead, wanting more. She lay under his weight, not caring about anything except the fires raging out of control in her pussy and asshole. He seemed to throw everything to the winds now, fucking the dildo in deeply while thrusting his cock savagely back and forth with the same nudging, probing rhythm. She was screaming and jerking, her body twisting and bouncing as if he had hooked her up to a live electric wire. It was like riding a huge wave, scooting up the smooth side and finally cresting through a splash of white water.
"Yaghghhghghh!"
It was a double climax, her asshole and cunt snapping shut at the same time in powerful muscular contractions that left her breathless. She felt now as if she were all cunt, hot wet and winking, while Brad let out a throaty cry and fell forward. She thought he would tear off her nipples when he shoved her dildo in all the way, his prick spraying out a white-hot load of jizz that burned into her cuntwalls like acid.
It was as if she had been propelled into another world. How long she lay stretched out there yelping and screaming in the throes of ecstasy Ellen had no idea. When the hot fog had finally passed from her brain, she saw Brad unhooking the anklets from the rings in the wall, lowering her legs to the floor, then moving to the head of the benches and unfastening the ropes that held her hands.
Ellen lay there for moments, afraid to move. Was he going to hit her? She watched him scratch up her clothes from the pile on the floor, tossing them in her face.
"Get dressed! No overnight privileges, no matter how good a fuck you are! By the way," he said, raising his eyebrows mockingly, "I took the liberty of getting your address and phone number from your purse. I'll be in touch, you can count on that! Now get your ass outta here!"
It was difficult for Ellen to dress, tucking in her torn blouse as best she could, still feeling the ravages of the past hour and one-half on her body. But she managed to leave the house, staying clear of Brad as she walked away, wondering what would happen in the future.
CHAPTER THREE
"Trina, are you sure this is okay? I mean, if mom ever finds out-"
"Shhhh! Don't worry about her! You afraid or something?"
The perky blonde bit her pouty lower Up, feeling strange being out all alone with her older sister. Cindy suffered under her mother's strict moral codes nearly as much as Trina, maybe even more. But being alone here with these guys was something she found both frightening and exciting. Where on earth had her sister Trina found them? They certainly were free with the liquor, having shared several bottles of beer with them. And now the oldest of the two-Jim, she thought Trina called him-was going out for something stronger. She felt lightheaded now and wanted to go home. After all, they were supposed to be studying, and study sessions don't last all night.
"Here he comes. We'll have a quick one then slip away. We'll be back later," Trina whispered, tucking her halter top down provocatively in a way that made Cindy frown. Her sister was being far too forward.
Jim stood there with a bottle of some clear liquor in one hand, the paper sack having slipped from it. Cindy felt freaky. They were up in the hills above Glendale, not a soul around. Beneath them, the basin of Los Angeles twinkled in the clear night air. It would have been a breath-taking sight if it weren't for the two greasy guys Trina had linked up with sometime last week and conned her into visiting.
"Hey, baby, don't be uncool," Jim said, noticing Cindy's unease. "A little bit of this and you'll warm up."
Bob, his buddy, snickered, fishing out two more scratched plastic tumblers and tossing one to Cindy.
"Uh, no, I think I've had enough."
Jim swayed drunkenly, steadying himself at the last moment and sinking to his knees right in front of Cindy. She shrank back, inhaling his stinking breath and wrinkling her face in pleasureless horror.
"Never enough-of this, just like never enough pussy for me."
He was crude beyond belief-threatening and crude, Cindy thought, starting to get up. But Jim wouldn't be put off, reaching for her hair and tugging her head back. Cindy gasped in pain, her mouth opening up as Jim twisted off the cap of the vodka bottle, then pushed the neck down into her mouth.
Cindy coughed and gagged, her eyes burning and watering while the liquor slid down into her belly. She coughed again, feeling as if she would drown in the burning swill that was setting her stomach on fire. Trina at first didn't notice her sister's plight. When she heard the girl gag a second time, she began to crawl forward.
"Hey, man, Jim knows what the fuck he's doin'. He's gonna loosen her up-in a couple of ways, I'll bet," Bob said with a chuckle.
"Uh!"
He took the bottle from her mouth, watching as Cindy doubled over and grabbed her belly, spitting out the vodka onto the dirt. The girl was choking and coughing, trying to scramble away from the men. Jim caught her by the hair once more, tugging her back until Cindy found herself flat on her ass once more. She covered her mouth protectively, catching sight of her sister moving toward her. All at once, she saw the man called Bob jump the girl, knocking her to the ground with his body and covering her completely. And he was humping his thighs as if he was going to fuck her in the ass!
"Leave her alone-oh!"
Trina was screaming something, having felt her skirt being pulled up to her waist and her panties jammed down. Bob was feeling her ass now, jabbing one finger up her shitter without warning and scraping the soft bowel lining with his jagged thumbnail.
Cindy shuddered, crawling away in the mud, wanting to block out her sister's harsh cries. But Jim was enjoying the fray, holding her down in the dirt while Trina's cries became more and more muffled. Cindy shrugged away from the ugly man, falling backward, then crawling away from him, her eyes darting from left to right in search of some path of escape. She saw nothing.
Jim moved toward her. Crying out, Cindy rolled over and over, temporarily escaping his grip. She heard him hit the ground next to her with a thud as she scrambled to her feet and ran forward like a wild animal. Cindy had never been athletic. But somehow she found both the strength and endurance to begin running like a track star. She slipped several times, tumbling halfway down the hillside only to regain her balance and rush forward again. She knew she had torn her clothing and was bleeding somewhere on her legs. But she didn't care.
"No!"
Jim was gaining on her. Somehow he had found her and was rushing like a black cloud behind her, ready to sweep her into oblivion. Cindy looked back, her fingers curling on the rocks as her feet moved unsteadily over the uneven ground. She slipped again, this time tumbling headlong into a ravine. She struck her head against something, and felt the world grow dark and swirl around her as she crumpled to the ground in a heap. The last thing she remembered was the big man towering over her, his hands reaching for her prone body as she swooned into a blessed faint.
When she blinked her eyes open, Cindy found herself hanging uncomfortably from her upper thighs. She could feel the pressure and weight of her body straining against them. Opening her eyes wider, the girl saw that her legs had been thrust through the holes of what appeared to be a pillory.
Immediately, Cindy panicked, feeling her belly tighten and turn over while her asshole sphincter tightened protectively. Shaking her loose blonde hair from her eyes, Cindy looked around. The room she was in seemed small and dark, the shadows hovering around her making it impossible for her to judge its size. It was cold, horribly cold, and damp as well. She remembered her sister, stiffening in the pillory and wondering with growing apprehension what happened to Trina. There was no one around. She pricked up her ears, chewing down on her lower hp and trying to listen for the slightest sound. There was only silence, a silence that pressed in on her like a velvety wall.
Cindy sighed, tugging at the pillory and feeling her arms and legs chafe from the movement. Her ass was hanging there so openly, so exposed, Someone had stripped her of all her clothes. It was Jim, no doubt enjoying every second of it. The girl blushed, trying not to think of how he might have touched her during the process of taking off her skirt and blouse. He had seen her pussy, her tits, her nipples, her ass! He had probably touched them all and maybe even Cindy clenched her cunt. There was no pain, no sense that he had popped her cherry. At least he had spared her that horror for the moment. And then she heard footsteps, sounds that made her tense up once more and press her tits against the wood in front of her.
Turning her head, she saw three shadows approaching her from the stairs. The figure in the middle was slumped forward and shuffling. It was Trina, drunk and naked, her face flushed and a stupid smile covering her face. Looking down, Cindy saw a light pink froth of blood trickling down her inner thighs and knew at once that one of the men had just finished fucking her sister. Cindy felt her heart sinking, feeling that she was next.
"Okay, baby, you were fun and all that, but now we got somethin' else for you. You had a nasty fall, bitch. But we took care of that. Man, you're just as fine-looking as your sister, here."
"Oh God, Trina, look what they've done to you!"
Trina shrugged, leaning heavily against the pillory. Cindy's attention shifted when she heard the sounds of something scraping heavily over the floor.
"My old lady used to make her own wine. Used these fuckin' barrels to store it in," Jim said, rolling a large oak cask toward her.
Cindy shivered with the strain of no support under her ass as she felt the unsanded wooden holes around her arms and legs rub her flesh. She watched as Jim attached a long black rubber hose to the cask. There was a funnel-shaped brass nozzle at the other end, making the thing look like an enema tube.
Cindy found out soon enough what the men were up to. Jim was grinning more and more, fondling the tube as Cindy felt her heart pounding so hard she thought she would surely die. He brought the thing around to her ass while Trina giggled, nearly collapsing to the floor. They had gotten her drunk, then had fucked her. Now she was stark naked, parading her shame around as if there was nothing wrong while her sister was trussed up in this horrid way. And now one of them was fucking the cold brass nozzle up into her ass!
Cindy squealed, jerking her body up, ridging her thighs and trying to close her shitter muscles.
Jim was touching her most private parts, toying with them. She could feel his fingers spreading her tender shitter lips as that cold brass thing was brushing over the wrinkled gray flesh. Cindy ground her teeth together, her face flushing once more as her tits flattened against the pillory in front of her. He was doing it, pushing the device up into her asshole until she could feel most of the cold brass nozzle fucking into her.
Cindy let out another cry, shaking her head violently, not believing what was happening to her. Jim finished twisting the device into her bowels, and Cindy felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it, increasing her pain. Pushing down with her tummy muscles and working her ass around, she tried to do everything she could to shove the awful thing from her body. Nothing worked.
"Ow! Oh, oh, take it out! It hurts!"
Trina giggled. The men were putting her on a stool, leaning her temporarily against the other side of the pillory while they busied themselves with Cindy. The blonde could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on her sister's breath, and she wept for both of them.
Jim slipped a broad black leather belt around Cindy's narrow waist. It was a grotesque thing, something the girl had never seen before in her life. She groaned, pushing back, feeling the cold leather press into her flesh and cinch down tightly against her waist. There was a strap around the belt, one that Jim took and passed over the girl's hot asscrack and one that secured the enema nozzle in place. He pulled it up, working it into her cuntslit and attached it to the belt in front.
It was an odd, strange feeling having that leather nesting in the warm pussy crack. Cindy shuddered, closing her eyes and finding herself concentrating on the terrible leather strap splitting her pussy. The more she moved, the more that belt pushed into her cunt and drew more and more juice from her pussy. Cindy could have died with shame. She was turning on to this horrid scene! And there drunk in front of her was her sister, giggling at times, falling asleep at others, never guessing what was happening to them.
"Now this is gonna keep you from havin' to hang your ass out like that," Jim said.
Cindy stared down and saw what he was talking about. It was a three-legged stool. But there was something attached to it, something that made the girl's eyes widen with horror. It was a cock-more specifically, a steel dildo bolted to the center of the seat. Around its base were little steel spikes, some of them having rusted with use or age. Two small black wires hung from the bottom of the seat. While Jim pushed the stool directly under Cindy's ass, Bob took the wires and pulled them into the darkness. There were shuffling, rummaging sounds. Finally, a low hum filled the room.
"Touch that little mother and you'll feel some real heat in your pussy, baby. We've got that hooked up to a train transformer," Bob said, nodding at the long, threatening-looking steel cock.
"No, no, you're crazy!"
Cindy knew she had fallen into a nightmare world, one from which she and her sister might never escape! Sobbing with the effort, the girl jerked her ass up, trying to keep her cunt away from the dildo. But something else was happening, something that made her cunt grow hotter and wetter as the seconds ticked by. The strap, the awful strap was doing things to her, the black leather slipping into her hole and caressing the hot, virgin cuntmeat. She felt Jim's hands on her shoulders, pushing her down at the dildo. It was too much for her.
Cindy threw back her head and screamed, jerking her arms against the pillory, crying out in despair as she felt the dildo brushing against her fuzzy blonde cunt bush.
"Uh!"
It was as if a hundred tiny fiery feathers were alive in her cunt. Cindy stiffened, her thighs bulging with tensed muscles as the girl shot up from the stool. There was electricity running through the dildo, although the current was low.
Cindy shook her head defiantly, jerking her ass up even though the resulting tension against her thighs hurt her terribly. She wouldn't let them push the thing into her, no matter how hot her pussy was getting.
"All right," Jim said with a shrug. "But I'll bet you'll be hammering that pussy down when you get as high as your sister."
"No! Never!"
Cindy was defiant, feeling anger rising along with her fear and pain. She started to cry, making sure she kept her face turned from the men as the tears rushed over her flushed cheeks. Bob and Jim were helping the unsteady Trina onto another stool, spreading her legs and pushing her forward until the girl's violated cunt was right in front of Cindy's face! Cindy's worst fears were confirmed. They wanted her to eat out her sister.
The girl twisted her head away, sickened by the thought of having her sister's cunt exposed to her in this way. Trina was humming now, her knees spread wide, her puffy cuntlips red and wet as she braced herself against the opposite end of the pillory and peered down drunkenly at her sister.
"Oh!"
Cindy couldn't keep herself braced above the dildo. Her thighs were hurting her and her muscles were simply giving way. Groaning, the girl felt herself collapsing, her body settling down. She could feel the cold steel dildo spreading her pussy walls wide apart, sliding in easily. The buzzing electricity was making the fucking more endurable.
Then Cindy stopped, jerking her butt up once more, remembering how she thought her husband or her first lover would be the gentle one to tear her cherry. Now the dildo was about to do the job. And yet somehow the degrading thought made her juices flow more quickly. She cried harder, confused as to her feelings. Cindy felt hands on her shoulders again, pushing her down onto the dildo. It was useless to struggle. It would only end with her getting hurt in the process. "Uh!"
Jim struck her hard against the back of her skull, the force of the blow temporarily stunning her. With that, Cindy felt herself sliding down onto the electrified dildo until the smooth, rounded dildo brushed up against the bunched flesh of her cherry. The girl screamed, feeling pain radiate suddenly from her pussyhole. Her back snapped straight as she threw her head back and groaned once more.
"Turn up the fuckin' juice!" Jim shouted.
Immediately, Cindy felt her pussy catch fire, the electricity making her cunt muscles spasm and contract uncontrollably. It was as if she were having a thousand tiny orgasms, all of them sapping the will and strength from her. Her arms and legs shivered spasmodically and her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder. Spit drooled from one corner of her mouth as she bounced up and down, jabbing her cherry again so and again against the steel dildo. Pitching forward, the girl found herself licking into Trina's cunt. The teen let out a groan, swaying dangerously on her stool, then bracing herself against the pillory and feeding Cindy her pussy once again.
Cindy howled, pushing down, finally feeling her cherry giving way. The electricity took away most of the pain she would have felt from her initial fucking. Screaming, the girl jerked back in fear, then felt hands on her shoulders pushing her down once more.
Cindy let out a cry of despair, her head rolling forward. The steel was starting to warm with her flesh, and she was experiencing a bizarre kind of pleasure from it. Then the girl remembered the spikes at the base of the dildo. In spite of the horror of having her cherry torn, Cindy remembered those steel teeth dotting the surface of the stool around the base of the dildo. She tensed her body yet again, causing more pain in her thighs and upper arms.
"That's it, baby, try to keep yourself from goin' down all the way. But it won't work forever," Jim said with a sharp laugh.
He leaned over to the faucet of the cask, turning on the spigot while noticing the way Cindy if was looking at her sister's hot cunt.
"You like the smell?"
"No! That's horrid!"
He rewarded her he with a sharp slap across her face.
"You don't lie to me, baby. You'll be real sorry if you do. So enjoy your sister and the dildo. And man, we're gonna give you the same thing that slut there got-only you're gettin' it through the ass. Enjoy!"
Cindy, to her horror, realized she just might!
CHAPTER FOUR
The girl squirmed uncomfortably on the dildo, feeling the increased electricity sputtering through her body while her nipples started to poke out and stiffen. She was ashamed of what the current was doing to her. Her young violated cunt was spasming again, the wet walls snugging up to the inanimate cock rummaging through her pussy while her body began to shine with a fine coating of perspiration. But there was something else to contend with. She felt Jim turn the spigot on a little more. There was wine, according to Bob and Jim, in the cask. And now it was sputtering and spattering into her bowels. She jerked, then felt her body slide down onto the dildo. To her disgrace, the teen found herself feeling more and more pleasure, her body jumping and her ass writhing crazily up and down. She was sinking, sliding onto that dildo, feeling the buzzy electrical current caress her pussy lining until she could feel the tiny spikes nibbling at her lightly tanned asscheeks. She had taken all eight inches in her pussy and had never complained.
Cindy was horrified beyond words. She tried pulling up from the stool, but realized her pussy had cramped, the muscles clenching around the dildo and milking it.
"Kinda mixed up, huh, baby? If you bounce too hard up and down on the dildo, you'll tear yourself up. The harder you fight, the more painful that fuckin' enema will be. Meantime, you're gonna take care of your sister, right? Eat her pussy. Man, that turns me on, watchin' two women go at it, especially like this."
She could see that her sister's eyes were glowing with lust. She was drunk, not knowing what was really happening. That and only that made the scene at least tolerable for the blonde teen. Leaning forward, she started to feel a sense of euphoria as the wine coursed through her bowels. She felt her belly bloating with the wine and wanted to beg them to stop. But she knew nothing would reach the men. They had Trina spread her thighs even wider, her fingers drifting down and pulling back her outer cuntlips. She grinned down at her sister, her head lolling from left to right. "Eat!"
Gingerly, Cindy leaned forward. The electricity seeping into her cunthole was making her clit start to twitter and grow incredibly stiff. She had only felt this kind of arousal once or twice, and then had fought it down. Nice girls didn't feel things like that-at least, that's what she thought. But Cindy was feeling terribly excited as she bounced her bare ass up and down on the spearing dildo, licking her tongue around the outer rim of her sister's pussy.
Surprisingly, the girl's juices didn't taste bad at all. As the wine continued to do its work, Cindy started to feel a growing sense of elation. The whole thing was crazy! She should have been found screaming down the walls and threatening to kill herself if they didn't let her go. But she was highly aroused on the sex as well as on the powerful enema. "Uhhh-huhhhh!"
Trina started to moan as her sister moved her tongue up and down through her cunt. The brunette closed her eyes, her knees banging rhythmically against the pillory and her hair bouncing over her narrow, writhing shoulders.
Cindy cold taste her sister's flowing juices well now. They were pungent and strong-tasting and she twisted her ass back down on the fucking dildo. She was sweating now, perspiration dripping from her chin as she flicked her tongue in and out of Trina's cunt.
"Uh!"
Someone had turned up the current once more! Cindy could feel her pussy roasting and broiling under the increase of electricity. She jerked her body from left to right, hearing the stool scraping over the floor as she pushed her ass all the way down. The steel spikes scraped and pierced her assflesh, adding to the delight of having the dildo fucking her without mercy. Her juices were frothing out more and more as the girl leaned forward and made certain her clit would rub continually against the hot, slick, electrified sides of the dildo.
It was a feeling she never thought possible. Her head buzzed wildly and her nipples ached and itched, begging for someone or something to touch and lick and suck them. Her whole body sparked alive, quivering and bouncing while more and more wine slopped into her bowels. But as her pleasure built more and more, the pain and horror diminished. She started to lick her sister's cunt with more and more abandon.
Trina was getting into it as well. Her cuntjuice flowed more quickly, coating Cindy's cheeks and chin as she pressed her mouth in one long wet kiss against her sister's crotch. And the wine continued to have its effect.
Cindy grew higher and higher, never having been so drunk before. Her mother had been so strict. She shivered with wild delight, bouncing up and thrusting her ass back while she rubbed her itching, aching nipples against the splintery wood of the pillory. She started to move in what she thought was an erotic rhythm. And the steel dildo rubbed against her horribly itching pussy. The girl let out another cry, bunching her ass against the steel spikes and rubbing her ass back and forth. Cindy let out a cry in spite of her reserve, feeing hotter and hotter as she bounced like a madwoman.
Trina was alive with arousal now as well. Her juices spewed from her hot pussy. She was gripping the pillory, her legs kicking and beating against the pillory as her fingernails scraped and cracked against the wood.
Cindy lapped up and down on her sister's hungry cunt. Her tongue was slicked with Trina's pussyjuices and her nostrils were filled with the sharp aroma of the girl's cunt. The blood boiled in her veins and her ears rang with the hot pleasure coursing through her.
The steel cock had become very hot now. The more excited she grew, the more enthusiastically she worked her mouth over Trina's cunt. The smell of her sister's cunt juices became more and more enjoyable. Her mouth was making wet sucking noises as she glided her tongue up and down against the girl's swollen cuntmeat.
"Man, we got ourselves a sister team of dykes, I bet," Jim said.
"Yeah, man, lickin' pussy! Wonder if this one sucks cock too!"
"Man, she's probably suckin' off horses down at the zoo when her old lady ain't lookin'."
Cindy ignored their crude remarks. She slid her tongue up and down against her sister's cunt, watching as the girl's clit popped up and grew red and stiff. She teased the nub, hearing Trina cry out with painful joy. The brunette had thrown her head back and started to bounce up and down as Cindy teased her sensitive clit. Cindy slurped up the juices, keeping up her steady rising and falling on the dildo as her passion mounted. All her aches and pains blended into a weird mix of wild pleasure. She wanted to feel the hurt more, then feel the pleasure more. It was so confusing. She was beyond rationalizing, and the pressure in her belly became almost unendurable.
"Uhhhh-oooooooh!"
She moaned against her sister's cunt. The vibrations drove the girl crazy. Trina was nearly falling from the stool in her high drunken stupor. She jerked her body wildly up and down now, fucking the dildo in until the steel spikes were drawing small drops of blood from her ass. As she bounced up and down, Cindy let her mouth press tightly against her sister's cunt. She could feel her orgasm rumbling in the depths of her belly.
She moaned again as Trina started to cum. Both girls had been ravaged, fucked and violated by the men, but as Cindy felt the hot steel dildo pierce through her, all the girl could think of was fucking-that beautiful, awful thing her mother had warned her about, and the thing she was doing now with that electrified prick. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Cindy squealed. It was happening again. She bounced up and down, nudging her womb with the head of the dildo as she felt her ass shivering with the delightful spasms wracking her tormented body. More shivers of ecstasy rolled through her as she leaned forward and gasped with incredible delight.
Her climax peaked like a thunderbolt. The electricity made her clit throb and jerk, sending sharp biting shocks of pleasure rocketing through her brain. Cindy couldn't believe this was happening to her! She rubbed her mouth against Trina's convulsing cuntmeat, feeling her excitement slowly starting to ebb.
In a moment, the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the men behind her. As Cindy started to come down from her high, she felt the wine enema start to cramp her bowels. She squeezed her shitter muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fade away again as the pain in her body built. Cindy cried, her eyes rounding as she felt as if she was going to shit all over herself. Wriggling her ass desperately, the young girl looked at Jim, then Bob. The buzzing in her cunt was making the distended feeling in her belly all the worse. She belched, feeling the pressure building more and more savagely until she thought her ass would blow apart.
Jim moved with maddening slowness. Cindy was panting. She was sure she would soil herself if they didn't move quickly. Jim pulled the nozzle from her ass, slipping his hands under her and pushing her off the electrified dildo. Cindy groaned, her body shivering once more as the flesh around her nipples wrinkled with delight. Her skin was painfully tight around her cheekbones as she felt the long, slippery hard thing slip from her clutching pussy. It was all she could do to keep from cumming again. But now she felt the brass nozzle sliding from her shitter. The wine was hot, warmed by her bowels, drooling from her stretched asshole.
The girl could feel the stinging of the alcohol against her pricked ass as Jim pulled the nozzle from her. The girl's face blanched with panic. She fell to the floor, clenching her shitter with all her might. Jim nodded toward one door at the end of the room. Scrambling wildly to her feet, Cindy raced to the door.
Squatting on the soiled toilet seat, the girl spread her legs and felt the explosion of the liquid contents of her bowels blow from her asshole. It was so powerful that the girl felt a mini-orgasm ripple through her.
Sitting there, her head in her hands, Cindy felt the normal world falling to pieces. For several seconds, she tried to think of this as a horror show from which she would awaken without fear and trembling. But the smell of the place, the feeling so strange in her cunt now, the stabbing pain in her ass, and the sour taste of her sister's cunt in her mouth told her otherwise. Trina had come with these men for a lark, and now had ruined them both!
Jim was pounding on the door, threatening to kick it in if she didn't come out. Cindy flushed the toilet, rising and washing herself down with a filthy cloth that she found on the rusty sink. Already the effects of the wine enema were wearing off. She put her hand on the brass doorknob, hesitating for a moment.
"Uh!"
Jim tore open the door, bringing Cindy flying out of the tiny room and sending her sprawling onto the floor. It was all the teen could do to keep from crying out again when she felt a sharp kick in her right side. Cindy doubled over, grabbing at her belly protectively and panting for breath. She looked up, seeing Jim raise his booted foot once more. She rolled away, her legs tangling with one another and her hair caught on something behind her. Trina was cooing from the pillory, too drunk to notice a thing.
Reaching back, Cindy felt something hot brush against her knuckles. Rolling her eyes back, she saw a tall water heater behind her. Her hair had become entangled in the netting around the door leading to the pilot light and heater. Cindy could smell something burning. Her hair was catching fire!
"No! Yaghghghghghhhhh! No!" she screamed, curling her fingers into two fists and beating them back against the tall cylinder behind her.
Jim kicked her again, driving his boot up into her asscrack and sending her rolling onto her side. Shielding her face protectively, Cindy drew herself up into a fetal position while trying to tear her hair from the steel netting. The smell of burning hair grew stronger, making her nostrils flare as she became more wild, more frenzied. The men were laughing at her. Raising her eyes, she saw the big man's fist coming straight at her face, the knuckles inches from her chin. Cindy screamed, unable to move as Jim smashed his fist into her face and nearly knocked her unconscious.
It was only sheer terror that kept the girl awake. Cindy rolled to the side, jerking her head up until she heard and felt her hair tearing free. The blonde teen screamed, rolling to her knees while crisscrossing her arms and trying to protect her cunt and tits. Bob came up from behind, sliding his belt from his trousers and slipping it around her throat. Cindy gagged, her hands flying up while her fingers curled against the choking leather.
It was impossible for her to breathe. Her legs kicked out in front of her and her eyes got wide. She felt her tongue wriggle down from her mouth, spit foaming out from her lips as her lungs burned for more oxygen. They were going to kill her, strangle her right in front of her drunken, unconscious sister!
Bob drew her back, pulling her away from the heater and back toward the stool, still keeping up the tension of the leather belt against her throat. Cindy was frantic now, her legs kicking out as her fingernails broke against the gagging leather. She pissed on herself, the piss staining her ridging thighs while her head buzzed and felt as if it was being filled with a black, velvety fuzz. They were strangling her, choking the wind from her! "Uh!"
Then Bob let go, tearing the belt from her throat only to double it and bring it down with a stinging whack against her right thigh. Cindy was too busy sucking air back into her burning lungs to notice the first two blows.
"Yaghhhh!"
It was the third blow that brought her attention around, the leather belt coming down hard against her nipples and nearly tearing them from her tits. The girl jerked forward, slamming her forehead against the pillory.
Trina moaned, tumbling from her stool to the floor with a loud thud. Cindy reached for her sister, shaking her violently and screaming at her to wake up. Trina said nothing, draped one arm over her eyes and started to snore.
"This slut's still lively. Let's have at her," Bob said.
"No!"
Cindy jerked away from her sister, the belt coming down violently inches from her face. She was on all fours now, her tits dangling down, her stiff nipples brushing over the cracked concrete floor. Cindy looked around wildly, her heart beating as she heard the leather belt cracking first to the right, then directly behind her. When Jim took off his belt and doubled it, smacking it dryly between her asscheeks, Cindy let out a shriek that made the walls tremble.
"Nooooo!"
"Bitch!"
Jerking her by the hair, he pulled her around, smacking the teen hard across the face and rolling her onto her back. Her cunt went into quivers of need, the outer pussylips springing apart as juice began to seep from her fuckhole.
Jim was fondling her tits now, squeezing the nipples hard and bringing his head down. She felt his teeth biting into the nubs, chewing at them while he reached down between her legs and jammed two fingers into her cunt. At the same time he drove his jagged thumbnails into her clit, creasing the tiny organ and making the teen shriek in pain.
"Noooo!"
"Oh baby, baby!" he moaned, working his thighs against hers and forcing her to cum again in pain.
It was only after she came down from her orgasm that Cindy noticed Jim had cum in his jeans. He swore, giving her cunt another finger stab before climbing off her.
"Let's get these cunts home! They had enough for the night. But we've got their numbers. Besides," Bob said, scratching his stubbly chin thoughtfully and eyeing Cindy, "I think we won't have to make too many calls. They like it. They really like it, you know?"
"Yeah, man. They're gonna be knockin' at our door all the time."
CHAPTER FIVE
"What on earth is wrong with you, Cindy? Trina, what's going on?"
Ellen stood at the table, her forehead wrinkled as she stared at the mess next to Cindy's chair. The blonde had accidentally dropped the potato salad when the phone rang, and was staring at the mess while her mother spoke to some salesman and politely told him she wasn't interested. Trina was doing little better, clutching the edge of the white lace tablecloth while staring at a hole in the salt shaker Both girls looked possessed, their faces alternately red and white as their mother now spoke to them.
"N-nothing, Mama. It's just that-we're tired," Trina said, glancing nervously up at her sister, then getting up from the table and starting to clean up the mess.
Cindy was still shaking, obviously too nervous to move one inch. It had been three days since their ordeal and the girl was still too shocked by what had happened to make herself think clearly about it. It was, she thought, only because she had been drunk and remembered little of what happened that Trina could function better. Cindy had told her about most of what had happened, although she couldn't bring herself to talk about eating her sister's cunt. Perhaps when they were older she would say something. But right now Trina remembered nothing about that, and that was the way Cindy wanted it.
"Tired? At your age? And school isn't even in session. Just what have you girls been doing?" Ellen asked, suspicion starting to claw at her heart. She had been told that they were studying for school early, wanting to make good grades.
"Well, we were talking all night too-you know, about guys and stuff."
Ellen smiled wryly. Of course. Girls did that at all ages. She wondered about her daughters not dating regularly, wondering if perhaps there were something wrong with them.
Ellen finished clearing the table, watching silently as her daughters filed from the room and suddenly climbed the stairs. She shook her head. They were acting far too somber for girls their age. Something had happened, something she guessed she should be privy to.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knocking at the kitchen door. Who, she wondered, could be calling at this hour? Ellen wiped her hands and peeped through the white lace curtains. It was a man holding what appeared to be an envelope. A delivery man at night? Curious. She opened the door and stepped back.
"Uh, Miss Ellen Fischer?"
"Mrs. Fischer," she said with a smile, tilting her head to one side and wondering what on earth this was about.
"You'll come with me," he said, gripping her right upper arm.
Ellen was shocked.
"What? Who are you?"
She kept her voice down low, fearing her daughters might hear her. She was certain in a flash this was Brad's doing. He had said he would come for her one night-he or someone else. Ellen pulled back, shaking off the man's grip for a moment.
"I'm not going with anyone until you explain just who and what you are!"
The man was tall and thickly built, not unlike the man who had seduced and beaten her. She was unsure of what she found in Brad, and uncertain as to whether she would enjoy having him abuse her again. But the delivery man was insistent, grabbing her again and pulling her roughly past the back porch to a small blue van parked in the service alley.
Ellen whimpered, her eyes rolling up and catching sight of her daughters' bedroom windows. The light looked warm, friendly. But Ellen didn't dare cry out. The shame of being found out made her remain silent.
All through the long ride, she hugged one side of the van, her body shivering and shaking with fear. This was far more formal, more threatening than anything Brad had done to her before.
The strange man kept an eye on her, barely negotiating some narrow curves as he drove the van through Glendale and up into the foothills nearby. They were going past Brad's house, she was sure, driving to an area far from her neighborhood.
When they stopped, Ellen's heart skipped a beat.
"Outside!"
The command was sharp. Ellen wiped her sweaty palms on the sides of her slacks, slipping her legs from the carpeted van and walking unsteadily on the path leading to a small building. She was so nervous that she only caught glimpses of her surroundings. There was the smell of pine, accented by exhaust fumes. They couldn't be that far from L.A.
"Put your hands behind you!"
They had stopped in front of a cabin. The man produced a length of quarter-inch cord and with practiced fingers crossed Ellen's wrists and bound them firmly, one to the other. Ellen flinched, not enjoying the feeling of having her hands tied so roughly.
"Inside!"
The man pushed her forward, his hand between her shoulder blades while Ellen climbed the three wooden steps without difficulty. Once inside she found Brad sitting on an old stuffed chair. The cabin was much larger than it looked from the outside. The trees and growth outside obviously covered much of its size. Worse, there were frightening-looking instruments hanging from the walls, things like those she'd seen in Brad's playroom that awful night. Ellen turned, tugging at the rope holding her wrists. She started to open her mouth but was stopped by a sharp smack across her right cheek.
"I think that'll stop her from screaming too much, Jack."
"Who is he? What are you doing? Why have you brought me here?" Ellen asked, her face flushing with anger and fear.
Brad shrugged, opening his hands and staring at her with amusement.
"Because I think you liked what I did to you. Because I think you need a little direction and discipline in your life, and because I just decided I wanted to do it. That's reason enough, right?"
"No! I'm a person! I have rights! I-"
Jack smacked her again, and this time his hand came down swiftly against her chin. Ellen cried out, sinking to her knees and nearly toppling over as the force of the blow made her head spin.
"Let's get her up, then see what she has to complain about."
Jack pushed her past the small anteroom, through a low doorway and into a much larger, more spacious area that seemed cooler and more comfortable. He positioned her to one side of the room, untying the rope that had started to chafe her wrists. Ellen was about to thank him when she noticed that above her head a system of pulleys were screwed into the ceiling.
Jack moved slowly from cabinet to cabinet against the wall, pulling out things that undoubtedly would be used on her. She was frightened, but managed somehow to stay outwardly cool. She wouldn't give them the benefit of noticing her terror as they tried to manipulate her.
"Oh!"
Jack tightened a broad leather band around her right wrist, cinching two straps securely through small brass rings, then stretching her arm up until one ring on the cuff brushed against the overhead pulley. Ellen realized the two could be hooked up, and hooked up they were. Jack moved to the other wall and untied several ropes holding a winch in a steady position. He turned the crack, tightening the rope that threaded through the pulleys. Immediately Ellen could feel the resulting tension that pulled her arms up straight, stretching her body until she stood on tiptoe. Her arches strained and her heart beat wildly. It was happening all over again. And Jack was still turning the winch, twisting the handle more slowly as the rope groaned from the weight of her body.
Ellen let out a soft sigh, feeling something pop in her shoulder. They were hauling her up from the floor, her muscles pulling and stretching painfully as her toes finally swept over the wooden planks. She threw back her head, her lips pulled as her legs scissor-kicked back and forth.
Jack stopped, locking the winch, then moving up to her and tracing his fingers lightly over the soft curves of her thighs.
Ellen watched him, her eyes blurred with tears. She wanted to kick him, to strike back at the man causing her all this pain. But she knew surely he would retaliate ferociously. Ellen looked down. Her toes were at least eighteen inches from the floor.
Jack moved around, fastening an anklet on her right ankle and bending back Ellen's legs.
He fastened another cuff around Ellen's free arm, attaching her arm and leg together. The weeping woman struggled helplessly against her awful restraints, her left foot hanging without support, kicking wildly from side to side as the muscles in her arms bulged with the tension. Then she saw Jack pull a switchblade knife from his pocket, pushing a tiny black button on the top side and releasing an eight-inch blade. Her eyes grew wide. Jack smacked his lips.
"No, no! Brad! Oh God, he's going to kill me! God in heaven, somebody help me!"
She never thought she would ask Brad for help. But the thought of Jack stabbing her made Ellen call out.
Jack ignored her pleas, bringing the knife down to her ankle, then slitting up the sides of her slacks. He cut both legs, leaving the garment in shreds before pulling it down and bringing the blade up against the center of her panty crotch.
"Uh!"
He rubbed the flat of the cold blade against the nylon, staring at her with glittering, animal eyes.
Ellen felt him cutting her, pressing the sharp edge of the blade against her right thigh, then bringing it down in a slicing arc. She screamed, tugging wildly at the rope holding her left wrist to the pulley. He had sliced off her panties with that movement, leaving a long pink mark against her flesh where the blade had barely cut.
Ellen bawled hysterically, thrusting and jerking her body from side to side and screaming at him to stop. Jack refused to listen, reaching up and tearing her blouse off with one swift tug. She was naked now, stripped in front of him, her body jerking and her tits flopping against her heaving chest.
It was a terrible punishment. There was no position, nothing that the woman could find that would ease the torment in her shoulders. Her face grew pale and her voice shrilled higher and higher. Brad made a face, nodding in the direction of the bins once more.
"Jack is a friend of mine. I have many of them. We're something of a brotherhood, although that shouldn't surprise you by now, Ellen. I can call you by your first name, can't I? I feel I know you-you and your daughters, that is."
Trina? Cindy? No, he couldn't know them, even know of them! "Get the gag!"
Ellen watched helplessly as Jack pulled out what appeared to be a black rubber ball with two straps dangling from either side. He climbed onto an overturned crate and pushed the gag between her front teeth. Ellen choked back a scream, her teeth biting down onto the foul-tasting latex as Jack pulled the straps back and attached them behind her skull. The woman could taste her spit backing down her throat and coating her belly as she hung there like a side of beef.
"Mmmfmmffffff!"
Ellen tried to shake the thing from her mouth, feeling more and more helpless as the seconds ticked by. Her arms were hurting more and more as Brad backed down and grinned at his buddy.
"Come on and let's see how we can make this bitch dance!"
Ellen stopped twisting, realizing her movements hurt her as much as if they were beating a stick against her shoulders. Brad was back at the cabinet, pulling out a long double-pronged rod with a black leather handle. Flicking on a switch, the big man swung the weapon through the air, and a faint crackling sound made Ellen's flesh break out into goose pimples. It was a cattle prod! The woman bit down harder on her gag, moaning through the ball while trying to swing away from her tormentors.
Brad hesitated for only a moment, then brought the rod down on her right calf.
Ellen screamed, feeling as if someone had bit her leg through to the bone. She jerked like a puppet, her body bouncing against the groaning pulleys and her tits bobbing and slapping against one another. Brad moved around quickly, bringing the rod up to her ass and shoving it against her asshole.
"Eaghghhghghhhh!"
She swung out to the front, her spine arching. One burning sensation followed another, each one more powerful as her choked screams filled the room. Her eyes rolled, her throat tightening while spit frothed on her stretched lips. And there were no signs of them letting up.
Brad brought the rod around to the front, holding it inches from her eyes, then bringing the double prongs down to her nipples. Ellen watched with wide eyes, her head quivering and her pulse racing as the small blue sparks flew from one metal tip to the other. Just when she thought they would spare her more pain, he touched the tip of her right nipple.
"Yaghghhhh!"
She shrieked to the heavens, her tits flopping against one another. The woman could smell burning flesh and feared they had burned off her nipple.
"The other one, now man, the other one!" Jack whispered.
Ellen shook her head violently, her muscles spasming against her pulled flesh as she watched them drop the rod down to her left nipple. Again the sparks shot through her body, her nipple turning brown under the electrical attack and her body dancing and jerking against the hanging ropes. Her voice shrilled past the gag as the room seemed to spin dizzyingly around, making her sick. One last scream, and then the woman fell unconscious, her body pulling sickly against the overhead ropes.
How long she remained in a faint Ellen had no idea. When she awoke and blinked her eyes open, she saw the men standing there, staring up at her. She could still feel the stinging burn of the rod, even though neither man held it now. When she moved her mouth, Ellen discovered that the gag was still there, hurting her jaws as it pried her lips widely apart.
"Now you know I play a serious game, Ellen.
You thought you were going to come to a nice little bar and get a nice little lay," Brad said with a nasty laugh. "That's fine for some people, but not for me. I play with more serious toys."
It was only when they started lowering her to the floor that she realized her session was over.
No more, please God, no more, she thought to herself as Bob untied her arms and wrist, letting her stumble forward and finally collapse to the dirty floor. She lay there, too terrified to speak and too frightened to move. Brad walked to her, sliding one booted foot under her chest and rolling her over. She grunted, her arms flopping over her face as Brad wiped his sole over her chin, then brought the heel up against her mouth. Ellen didn't dare make a move that would trigger a terrible response.
"Good, very good!" he murmured, pressing down, then pulling his boot away! "Now suck!"
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he jerked her up against his groin. The gag popped from her mouth, falling to the floor with a spitty thud as his cockhead jabbed up against her nose and eyes.
Ellen swallowed what was left of her pride, opening her lips widely and letting the big man fuck his prick into her throat. She knew how to suck cock. Her ex-husband had taught her plenty about that.
Ellen did a good job as she wriggled her tongue around the thickly veined underside of Brad's prick, his balls slapping loudly against her chin. She could tell from the steady grunts he made that she was doing well-just like a trained circus animal. Brad liked that, and liked it especially when he jabbed in and dumped his hot load of spunk into her belly.
Ellen coughed and gagged, swallowing as much of the jizz as she could. When he finally pushed her away, she wiped her lips, fighting down the desire to gag. They were done with her. She could see that, even though Jack looked as if he wanted a turn at her.
CHAPTER SIX
"No, no, you can't make me!"
Cindy crawled on the bed, digging her heels into the soft mattress as she tried covering her tits with both hands. A bright scarlet handprint discolored her right cheek and her blouse was ripped open. They had burst into the house, and the scuffmarks of Bob's boot discolored the bedroom door that he had kicked open. Jim was holding Trina up against the wall, his fingers choking her throat while he pried her thighs apart. The girl gagged, her eyes wide, her forehead creased with terror. Books and tablets lay scattered on the carpeted floor.
Cindy felt her spine pressing against the headboard as she looked wildly at her sister, then at the men who were standing in front of the bed. She and Trina had just decided to try and put the past behind them. But now the men were here, in their house, threatening them as if they had no rights at all.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll throw you out the window," Bob said, kneeling in front of her.
Cindy slapped back at him, half-turning around and reaching for their alarm clock. But Bob grabbed her right hand, yanking her forward with such force he nearly dislocated her shoulder. The blonde teen shot forward, her face pressed up against Bob's as he slipped one hand around her ass and dug his fingers into her asscrack. She wailed in terror, feeling his fingers slip under the legbands of her panties and move menacingly up toward her shitter.
"No!"
"You're gonna take everything we throw at you-and it sure as hell ain't gonna be here," Bob said, turning around to see what Jim was doing.
Trina was on her knees now, her head having banged roughly against the wall behind her. Jim's pants were down around his ankles and his prick was pressed against the teen's face while his fingers tugged at her hair. He was trying to force her to open her mouth. Trina steadfastly refused, shaking her head while clawing at his legs in a wild attempt to escape. He laughed, tugging at her hair more, jerking her head up and straightening her stiffened spine even more.
Trina cried out, then fell limply against the wall. Jim smiled, pulling her skull back slightly and fucking his cock into her mouth. Cindy turned away, sickened at the sight. She could hear her sister's gagging, gurgling sounds as the big man stuffed his prick into her throat and worked his muscular hips back and forth.
"See? She's not screamin' too much now. Of course," Bob said with a casual shrug, "she can't talk much around a cock. Now, come on. Hey, the old lady might come back any second. We can take care of your fuckin' cock back there."
Reluctantly, Jim dropped his hand from behind Trina's head, letting her fall forward as he slipped his stiff cock back into his jeans.
Cindy knew there was little they could do. Their mother wasn't home for some reason. The men had broken in, found them, and now were hauling them away. Perhaps a neighbor would see them. Perhaps they could scream for help. "Gag 'em!"
Jim tore open several drawers, finding some pantyhose and tossing one pair to his buddy. Bob took a light-pink pair and wadded them into a tight ball, reaching around and jerking Cindy down on the bed. She felt him crawling forward, his knees pressing painfully against her shoulders. He was soon on top of her, his smelly crotch nearly in her face as he pushed the clean nylon pantyhose down her throat. Cindy gagged, her jaws aching as he pried them farther open and shoved as much of the garment in as he could. He draped the legs around her skull, knotting them to secure the gag.
It was difficult for Cindy to breathe, and impossible for her to swallow. Bob pulled her from the bed, wheeling her around in a broad arc and sending her stumbling forward until she banged into the doorway. Cindy pressed her hands against the door for balance, then felt a powerful hand shove her forward. Trina was behind her, gagged with a pair of panties. Jim brought up the rear, taunting the girl and telling Bob what they were going to do.
"You drive. I'm gonna help myself to a little bitch back here," he said with a leer, pinching the brunette on the ass until she squealed and jerked forward, nearly sending Cindy crashing to the floor.
It was all the blonde teen could do to keep from fainting on the spot. Everything in the house looked threatening as she carefully walked down the two landings to the living room, feeling the remnants of her clothing sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty body. The men ushered both girls quickly to the small van parked in the service alley out back. Cindy was first, pitched in the back and knocked to the floor by Trina's body. Bob climbed into the driver's seat while Jim scrambled into the back, wedging himself between the two young girls.
"Now, we're gonna get to know one another a hell of a lot better than we did before," he said.
Cindy curled up into a tiny ball as she watched Jim swing his hand up in the air, then bring it down hard against the right side of Trina's head. The girl screamed through her gag, her body rolling like a small tennis ball to the back door of the van. He was on top of her in a second, biting her neck and shoving his knees between hers.
Cindy cringed, hearing her sister's muffled screams as Jim ripped open her blue shorts and ripped down her panties. She couldn't see what he was doing, but guessed from the pumping of his hips that he was rubbing his prick against her sister's cunt. Trina threw back her head, her eyes rolling as Jim slapped her naked ass again and again with his opened hand.
Cindy covered her ears, sobbing loudly as she chewed down on her gag and watched her sister get raped.
"Oh yeah, baby, hot and tight, yeahuhhhhhhh, take my cock!"
Jim had her legs in the air, her heels bouncing obscenely as his hips rose and fell, stopped for a moment, then began pumping faster and faster until his grunts made Cindy went to vomit. More than once she thought about flinging herself onto the maniac. But then the girl remembered the hammering slap and the devices the men had at hand to hurt her. So Cindy sat in misery while the big man fucked her sister.
"Man, gonna-uhhhh, fuck!"
Just at that point, he pulled out, sliding onto the teen's shoulders and tearing away the panties that gagged her mouth. Trina barely had enough time to shout out her disgust before he pushed in his bloated prick and blasted strings of white-hot jizz down her throat. "Unnnfnfnnfnff!"
Trina had her hands still braced against the big man's thighs when he pulled his softening cock from her mouth, smearing the cum on her nose and lips. Cindy saw it all, trembling and hugging herself at the far end of the van as they rattled their way up a narrow twisting road. When they arrived, Trina was numb with fear and shock.
Cindy helped her sister from the van, limping as they walked the uneven path to the house. She stopped when she felt a heavy hand come down squarely between her shoulders. Trina slipped away, her fingers pressed against her mouth as her eyes widened. Bob had ripped the blouse and bra from Cindy's body with one sweeping move.
"No!" The blonde teen screamed, wheeling around and staring angrily at the man holding the remnants of her blouse. Backing away, she put one hand in front of her, shaking her head and moaning as Bob approached her like an at tacking, hungry wolf.
"Come here, baby, come here and-well, you know, give it to me the way your sister gave it to my buddy."
"No, no. get away from me!"
Cindy turned and started to run, her feet sliding and slipping on the uneven ground. Jim had slipped his belt off and wrapped the leather around Trina's wrists, binding her arms behind her back, driving his knee into her lower spine and making her shout with pain. Bob was dangling her blouse in front of her, finally dropping it and stomping the garment into the dirt. He lunged at her, making the girl scream as he gripped her skirt and started tearing it from her body.
"No, no, don't-uh!"
Bob backhanded the teen, his knuckles smashing hard against the side of her face and knocking her to the ground. Cindy lay there, feeling the big man pulling off her skirt, then skinning her panties down her thighs. Her naked ass rubbed uncomfortably against the small sharp stones under her. When she felt the booted tip of his foot nudging her naked cunt, Cindy once again sprang to life, scrambling backward and finally rising to her feet.
The small stones had cut her hands and thighs slightly. Now they bit at her naked soles as she turned around once more and started rushing down toward the road. Bob stepped up, punching her between the shoulders hard. The girl staggered forward, her mouth wide open in pain, her eyes rounded with fear as she managed to keep her balance. Pushing the blonde hair from her eyes, Cindy looked nervously over her shoulder, watching the men carefully. Jim was still bent over Trina, having kicked her to the ground.
Stretching out one leg, Bob tripped Cindy, sending the teen crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust and cinders.
Cindy coughed and choked, her eyes burning from the sudden attack. She was blinded for the moment, staggering around the driveway, her hands flailing out in front of her, the gravel cutting into her feet. Someone slapped her ass hard. The girl squealed, moving her hands protectively behind her, only to feel a set of fingers greedily pinching her nipples.
The young teen slapped the hands away, half-opening her eyes and seeing Bob and Jim in front of her. Trina was prone on the ground, her ankles and wrists having been tied together with that belt. Fear swept over Cindy. She turned, throwing up one arm to protect her face. Bob jerked her to the right, his fingers tightening around her upper arm.
"Come on, baby, show your stuff. Come on!" Bob growled, his eyes narrowing.
He was pushing her and watching as she stumbled, retrieved her balance, then stumbled again. She was reeling with confusion as she fought back tears and stood in one place. A soft breeze chilled the insides of her thighs, making her lightly tanned flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Bob slapped her hard across the ass, bringing his foot down against the back of her heel for good measure. She squealed again, watching as the big man raised his fist threateningly. Cindy thought he was about to strike her and jerked back, her tits bobbing up and down. She breathed heavily, her nostrils flaring.
Jim stepped in, laughing at her as he spread his thick-muscled arms on either side of his body and blocked one escape path. Then Jim slapped her hard across the face with an open hand, knocking her head back and nearly making her knees give out. Cindy managed to keep her senses and shake off the pain. But when Bob landed a fist between her shoulders, the young teen shrieked in pain, her body snapping back and her knees giving way. Bob rushed in, holding her around the waist as he leaned back for balance. He started turning her around and around, whirling her body out until her arms and legs flew in front of her. "Uh!"
The ride was a short one. Opening his arms, Bob let her go. Cindy flew out like a thrown rock, arching in the air for a moment, then crashing and rolling like a tossed log over and over on the gravel drive. She cried out from the stabbing, skinning pain, her arms crushed under her body and her knees digging painfully into the small stones.
After coming to rest near the steps to the house, Cindy lay on the ground, trying to regain her senses. The world was spinning around and around. Someone was running behind her, rushing up to her.
"No, no!"
She staggered this way and that, her senses disoriented from the violent twisting. The girl collapsed, nearly vomiting. She moved forward when someone kicked her violently in the ass, the blow separating her asscheeks. The girl was on all fours now, her nipples dragging over the ground.
Bob was behind her now, grabbing at her bobbing naked ass. In another second, one hand was tearing at her hair, pulling it savagely from her scalp while the other beat her across the back. Screaming and twisting about, Cindy felt her mind go blank as she fought with all her strength to keep from fainting once more.
Again and again the teen begged them to stop hurting her. But neither man was about to stop. Bob pulled her from the ground with a hard yank, twisting her wrist so hard she thought she could feel the tiny bones cracking in her arm. She let out a gasp, her face going white from pain as her knees grew wobbly once again. He dragged her back to her sister, holding her arms back so her tits jutted out provocatively on her chest.
"Here's the bitch! Man, the two of you are a-like! You scream and yell, and then you can't get enough of us!" he shouted.
Cindy was confused. The two men were talking at the same time now, calling her all sorts of vile, filthy names while, Trina sobbed quietly near them. And then Bob was back at her circling one hand around her waist and jerking it in hard. Cindy could feel her ribs cracking from the move as he dragged her heels back over the uneven ground. He stopped, reaching around her waist and shoving three fingers into her cunt. The move surprised Cindy. He was pushing more of his hand in, purposely tearing at her cunthair when he could while jabbing his thumb against her clit. "Yaghghghhhhh!"
It was more than the teen could bear. With a despairing cry, the teen felt herself pissing onto the probing fingers.
"Damn! The little bitch! Here, see what you think about tasting it!"
Cindy twisted her head away, smelling her own urine on his fingers as he tried pushing them against her mouth. She wriggled and writhed against his grip, but nothing could break his grasp. She jerked her head to the left once more, but this time she met his fingers. With a hard push, Bob shoved the digits into her mouth, kneeing her hard in her lower back to make her cry "out once more.
Cindy licked his soiled fingers, her tongue washing around the long digits as the sour taste of piss filled her mouth and throat. Her stomach turned over. She started to cry again, wondering what new humiliations and horrors she and her sister would have to endure. Jim was laughing at what his buddy had done, obviously pleased with the result.
Bob let her go, wiping his hands on his jeans as Cindy stumbled forward. She bent over carefully, her hands clutching at her belly as she gagged and spat out the foul mixture of piss and spit. She was so involved in ridding her mouth of urine that Cindy didn't hear Bob's footsteps until it was too late.
"Down on your knees, bitch!" He pushed her into the dirt.
Cindy let out a small cry, feeling her knees cut once more by the gravel. Bob had his cock out, and for a moment, the girl thought he was going to have her suck it. But he was rolling it around between his thumb and forefinger, bending his knees and aiming the cockhead at her.
Cindy was about to back away when she saw Jim come up to her with an open switchblade.
Reluctantly she knelt there, her hands resting on her knees and her head tilted back slightly as Bob rubbed his prick and started to piss.
"Uh!"
She felt the hot urine spatter against her nipples first, soiling her tits as it oozed down over her chest, gathered in her navel, then trickled through her blonde pussyhair into her cunt. He was spraying her throat now, the foul-smelling piss spattering up against her chin and into her mouth.
It was more than Cindy could stand. She threw her hands up, gagging into her fingers and trying to scoot back. But Jim was right behind her, holding the cold steel blade against her throat and threatening her.
Cindy despaired, resigning herself to the horror as Bob pissed on her tits, then moved the stream up toward her face.
Cindy groaned into her fingers, her throat constricting as the piss spattered over her hands, then started up toward her eyes. He was pissing into her hair, moving the yellow twisting stream down back toward her cunt, slicking her thighs with the foul urine before finally stopping.
The smell rose around her. She felt as if she were kneeling in an open sewer. But Jim had handed his buddy the knife and unzipped his fly, rolling his cock out and aiming the prickhead right at the kneeling blonde girl. Cindy didn't have time to prepare herself this time. Bob stepped behind her, carefully avoiding the puddle of yellow piss that had gathered around Cindy. Pressing his fingertips against her jaws, he forced her mouth open.
Cindy cried out, her lips parting just in time to feel the piss spattering over her tongue. It was sickening! He was pissing in her mouth, watering down her throat with his urine until it washed over her front teeth and dribbled down her chin and chest. Somehow the teen managed to keep her throat tight as the hot salty urine spattered over her tonsils.
It seemed like an eternity before Jim's bladder was finally empty. He wasn't finished with her yet, Cindy knew, but at least this part of the ordeal was over. What more, she wondered, lay in store for her and her sister?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy hung helplessly from an overhead beam, the quarter-inch line cutting painfully into her wrists and her legs dangling obscenely inches from the floor. Twisting her head up Cindy peered at the knots rubbing against the wood.
Jim had hung her after having dragged her and Trina into the house. It was all there-the whips, the crops, things Cindy had no idea of, all hanging from the walls, all ready to torture her and her sister. She squared her jaw, her lips pulled into a tight line as a particularly painful spasm shot through her shoulders. Her muscles were stretched taut and her asscheeks clenched tightly. Trina hung opposite her, her tits pulled flat against her chest, her long brown hair half covering her face. Cindy looked down and caught sight of something white trickling from her sister's cunthole.
Jim had his belt wrapped around his knuckles tightly and was cracking it against his thighs while grinning up at the trembling teen. Cindy shook her head, feeling her skin become extraordinarily sensitive. Bob had pulled a large riding crop from the wall and brought the knotted leather thongs down hard against the floor. Cindy flinched, her fingers curling as she drew her thighs together. He walked around to the left, bringing the handle of the instrument to her tit. She groaned, chewing down on her pouty lower lip as her eyelids fluttered nervously. Swallowing down a lump of fear, Cindy tried to look straight ahead, steeling herself for the ordeal that surely would follow.
"Eaghghhghhh!"
The thongs came down like a swarm of stinging wasps, chewing into her right nipple and distending it as the girl let out a hellish shriek. Trina came to life, shaking the hair from her eyes just in time to see a doubled fist swinging down into her belly. "Uuuuuoofffffff!"
Her body swung back and spit shot from her opened mouth. Trina thought the big man had ripped a fistful of her guts out. Then came another blow, this one from the buckled end of the belt slicing into her right thigh. She shrieked, her body bouncing up and down against the groaning ropes as her long hair danced about her shoulders.
Cindy straightened as best she could, still crossing her legs one over the other to protect her cunt. Jim saw the move and shot one hand forward, curling his fingers in her pussyhair and tearing out more of it.
Cindy tried to keep a scream from exploding in her throat. She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, concentrating on the way the ropes crisscrossed above her head as she felt the burning agony of the yanked hair between her legs. Disappointed with her reaction, Jim drew back, bringing the crop down hard across her right thigh, then backing it off and smacking her belly. The girl couldn't keep her cries down any longer. She shrieked out a yell of agony, her legs scissor-kicking back and forth as the muscles of her arms knotted up in spasms.
"No, no, no more! Oh please, no more!" she sobbed, her head rolling from side to side.
A dry smacking sound caught her attention. Cindy looked and saw Bob bringing the belt down again and again against her sister's scarlet ass. Trina had her head pulled back, her long hair sweeping over her as bright-red welts appeared on her asscheeks. She was trying to pull herself up on the ropes, and was crying out at the men behind her, screaming and jerking as the black leather belt sliced into her hanging body again and again. Sweat rolled from her tits and out from under her arms as her legs swung back and forth. But Bob gave her no quarter, bringing the belt down savagely across her lower back, then stinging the leather between her shoulders before smacking it hard against her ass once again.
"No! Eaghghghhghh! No, no, no more! Oh God in heaven, help me, Cindy!"
"I can't! Oh God!"
It was doubly horrible being tortured this way and watching her sister turned into raw meat under the beating leather belt. She cursed at the man in front of her, swinging her right foot out, wanting to smash her toes into his bulging crotch and cripple him forever.
Jim saw the move and jumped to the side, swinging the crop across her right cheek. Cindy shrieked, tasting blood and wondering if he had marked her for life with the awful, stunning blow.
"Ugh!"
Jim was beating her around the ankles now, the leather cracking against the small bones, then biting up her calves until it stung her ass once more. Cindy let out more wails of despair as she clawed at the relentless rope holding her suspended over the floor. The desperation of her situation made the girl hang there without a hope, her asscheeks separating and exposing her puckered shitter.
It was what the big man had been waiting for. Cocking his right arm back quickly. Jim brought the crop down between her sagging, taut asscheeks. It felt as if he had dumped a thousand hot coals into her bowels. Cindy felt the knotted thongs bite into her shitter, pulling it out of shape and making her belly turn over with pain. She threw back her head and shouted to the ceiling, pulling herself up a full five inches on the rope. Impressed, Jim brought the crop down again, tearing into her asshole a second time and making her asscheeks bunch up like a pair of clenched fists.
Cindy shrieked, the spit choking her throat as the awful belt dug into her flesh yet again.
"You animal! God, you animal! I'll kill you, I swear I will!" she shouted over the sounds of the belt slicing into her sister.
"Yeah, that's what they all say. But you won't feel that way later. Besides, what's a piss-smellin' cunt like you gonna do? I'll tell the cops just what we did, and you'll be the laughing stock of the city!"
Cindy shook her head. How she loathed him! She wanted to claw his face off and kick him in the crotch-do to him what he and his friend were doing to her and Trina. But her thoughts were interrupted when the thongs came down again, making her dizzy with pain and fear. It chewed the flesh along her right inner thigh now, leaving a long mark an inch below her cunt. Cindy shrieked, drawing her thighs more tightly together, folding one leg over the other.
"No!"
The crop came down again and again, the cold leather cutting into her warm flesh closer ws and closer to her cunt. It was more than she could stand. Besides, something awful was happening to her, something the girl couldn't understand. Her cunt was growing as hot as the flesh around it, throbbing with a delightful spasm that seemed to feed off her increasing pain. Cindy shook her head as if she could drive off the sensations tingling around her clit. But it was impossible. Each time Jim brought the crop down against her thighs or ass, her cunt throbbed and winked, her full pussylips growing crimson and swelling, folding over one another as a trickle of fuck juice began to seep from her jagged pussy crack.
"Yeah, thought so," he said, drawing close and seeing the girl's reaction. "Man, she's turnin' on to this. Bet her sister's doin' the same."
"Don't care," Bob said, swinging the buckle squarely into Trina's belly and making the brunette gurgle in agony. "Just as long as I can keep doin' this, she can cum or just hang there."
"Not me, man. I gotta have a turn-on, and this bitch is doin' just that!"
Cindy fought her own body with every ounce of will she had. But her own body was turning her into a whore. Her cries were less strident now, revealing the warmth that was spreading through her tortured cunt. The awful heat was prickling around her clit again and pulsing out to the outer lips of her cunt. Once more the knotted leather chewed into her assflesh, drawing up ugly purple welts. But now a blast of heat shot out of her ass. She squirmed there on the ropes, feeling the sexy, slippery slide of her cuntlips against one another-and against her cut. It was a horrid thing to feel.
The crop came down on her cunt, the leather lightly beating the swollen flesh. But just that sensation sent a shower of sparks into her cunt, making her slick pussy walls buckle in from the added heat and arousal.
Cindy let her head fall forward, her hair curtaining her face. She was moaning and chewing down once again on her lips as she felt her legs spreading apart. Her cunt was on fire! She could feel that itchy, prickly heat nibbling away at her stiffening clit while juice started to seep from her fuckhole more and more. Dots of the liquid stood poised like diamonds on her cunthair as Jim brought the crop down a second time. This time the leather thongs hit her clit. Cindy shrieked, her head snapping back.
"Damn, she's makin' me so fuckin' hot I could cum in my pants!"
Trina was still screaming. Bob had finished beating her, quickly tiring of her cries of pain. He was inserting a plastic dildo into the girl's cunt now. Cindy could see it from where she hung. The dildo had a long clear tube running from the base that was attached to a small rubber bulb. Bob was pouring a glass of hot water into that small ball and staring up at the hapless brunette teen.
"Don't worry about her." Jim nodded in Cindy's sister's direction. "You've got enough problems of your own."
"Oh, leave us alone," Cindy said.
Cindy knew she was meat for the dogs, something to be fucked like her sister, then tortured and fucked again until she was a mindless lump of flesh. Jim was kicking over a small crate and unzipping his fly once more. Only this time his cock was hard-long and hard, the thick blue veins throbbing suggestively against his pink skin. He brought the handle of the crop up against her cunt, twisting it around and around until the handle popped past the tense, eager ring of muscles and slipped into her sloppy pussy.
Cindy was horrified at the way she was reacting. Her cunt gripped tightly onto the crop as if it were a lover's cock gently penetrating her hot pussy. She could feel the cold smooth leather scraping deliciously over her velvety soft pussy walls. Jim twisted the handle about while working it back and forth. He was certain it touched her clit again and again, making the teen groan with delight in spite of herself. It was what he wanted. Climbing onto the crate behind her, the big man started working his eight-inch cock between her spread asscheeks.
Cindy wept, feeling his free hand playing with the weeping wounds behind her. When she felt two digits fuck up into her asshole, the girl cried out. It was a double assault, the horrid riding crop fucking her, reaming out her sore, aching cunthole and the cock probing against her shitter.
Jim was panting shamelessly against the nape of her neck, his fingers reminding her of spiders as they grabbed hold of her jutting hips and dug into her flesh. She pushed her ass back, feeling still the slippery rub of her cuntlips against one another as her arm muscles pulled flatter than ever. His fingers moved up a little higher, the digits pinching her nipples and twisting them cruelly.
With a howl of despair, Cindy kicked back, feeling his cockhead probing suggestively against her asshole. Jim cursed and swore, biting the nape of her neck while steadying himself and starting to fuck his prick into her ass.
Cindy twisted around again, seeing Trina's face grow white as Bob squeezed hot water into her cunt. He was watching her, laughing at the groaning brunette as her legs kicked out. Her belly appeared to balloon from the water pressure. Caught up in her own world of pain and humiliation, Trina no longer called out for help from her sister, but simply endured, twisting and jerking while more and more water was squeezed into her pussy.
"No!"
It was a vain protest, a word that escaped from between her full lips as she felt the hard, thick cock spreading her asshole farther and farther open. A dull pain started to throb through her ass. She instinctively widened her knees, her upper arm muscles knotting up painfully.
Cindy felt him move one hand from her left tit as he gripped her hair and yanked down painfully, pulling her head back. She chewed down on her lower hp, her body wracked with pain. no, His fat cockhead was fucking into hot virgin territory now. Cindy let out a low moan, her ass muscles tensing up once more. Her clit was prickling and hot now, simmering in her flowing fuck juices, and her cuntal muscles began to shiver with hot delight. Just the thought of what was happening, of thinking how she was hanging helplessly there while this near-stranger was fucking her in the ass brought more shudders of hot delight tearing into her dangling body.
Cindy writhed on the ropes, loving the cutting, stinging sensation of the hemp against her flesh as her sister began to howl like an injured wolf once again. She protested still, but her denials were mere pants of hot excitement. Jim saw the change and laughed openly at her, his hands crawling all over her as he pushed his knees against the backs of her legs and thrust in hard.
"Uh-awk!"
Cindy's eyes rolled, growing wider and brighter as she felt the hard, fat prick fuck into her asshole. In a moment, the young blonde teen could feel Jim's cock sinking into her, the pain growing from a dull ache into something far more intense and sharp. Cindy's cries began to match those of her hapless sister. She shuddered, her body finding more energy as she swung back and forth against the big man behind her.
"That's it, bitch, take my cock! You're shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock before I'm through fuckin' you!"
"Oh God! You're hurting me! Take it out! Oh no, take it out!"
But her protests only inflamed Jim all the more. He was digging his jagged fingernails into her nipples now, knifing them in harder as she screamed in agony. Through the loud roaring in her head, Cindy could hear Trina's screams. Blinking her eyes clear, she could see her sister on the floor.
Bob had taken a clue from his buddy and now was topping the wailing brunette, spreading her asscheeks apart with both hands as if they were hot mounds of warm dough while his prick jerked up and down against his belly. When he jabbed two fingers into her hot asshole and twisted them around, Trina shrieked the walls down. Cindy turned away. She had more than enough problems of her own.
"Owwwwww!"
Jim was doing it, fucking his cock into her in asshole slowly, painfully. She could hear the wet slurping sounds of his prick fucking in deeper and deeper.
"Yeah, baby, oh, man, man, it's good fuckin' your ass, know that? Good feelin' you rubbin' up against me while you're hangin' there from the ceiling."
Cindy shut her mouth, fighting down the desire to scream again as she felt the whole ring of her shitter being driven up into her body. Cindy felt her skin grow prickly with terror while Jim was fucking his cock up into her ass. For a second, the girl thought he was about to give up, having buried just his cockhead in her asshole. Surely that was enough. Surely most men would have been satisfied with having degraded a woman this far.
But Jim wasn't most men. He gripped her hips more fiercely, bringing his knees up against the backs of her legs once again and resuming his pushing. Cindy let out another cry, bright yellow and white stars exploding in front of her eyes as she felt his cock fucking into her asshole.
In spite of what was happening, Cindy still felt her cunt aching and hot, growing more and more wet and burning as more inches of the man's prick fucked and shoved into her asshole.
Jim let go of her right hip, sliding his fingers down slowly, until they pushed through her cunthair. Her pussy muscles spasmed at once, the itchy sensations driving the teen half-mad. She threw back her head and screamed and shouted while he shoved in three fingers and twisted them around. There was no way she could disguise the heat and wetness engulfing her pussy. He laughed in her ear, biting the left ear until it bled.
Cindy twisted and writhed like a bitch in heat, her hips bucking lewdly and her asscheeks opening and closing like butterfly wings as she accepted more prick up her shitter.
Jim found the secret of exciting the young teen and exploited it, playing with her clit, crushing it under his right thumbnail then soothing it with light, rubbing sensations until he had the girl crooning and humming.
"No, oh no!"
She would have loved to have two men fucking her. Cindy thought of that, thought of enticing Bob off her screaming sister and driving his cock into her cunt. But the young stud was too involved with Trina, his knees having knifed into hers as his ass pumped up and down. He was fucking her in the ass, his fingers tugging and tearing at her hair as his prick fucked deep down into the brunette's shithole.
"Uh-huhhhhhh!"
"Uh, no, nooooooo!"
Cindy couldn't believe it! He was all the way in her, the thickness and length of his prick making the girl puff out her cheeks. Her head lolled forward in despair, her tongue slipping out and licking over her dry lips as something in her brain snapped. Her ass felt as if it was splitting in two, while the odd, strange sensation of having something so hard and hot in her belly made the teen smile.
"Uh!"
Jim left his prick buried up her asshole only for a moment, then started to pull it out slowly while moving his hands back up to her tits. He was pinching her nipples until they flattened between his fingertips like crushed berries. At the same time, he moved his powerful hips back and forth, making the teen feel his cock all the more.
She could feel his wide cockhead spreading her open when he changed direction and thrust back in. Her round asscheeks flexed, rubbing up and down against his flat belly. Jim shuddered, his fingers pinching the teen more cruel ly as he slowly worked his cock faster and faster in her protesting asshole. Against her will, Cindy started feeling the glow in her ass spread to her cunt.
Grunting and groaning, the young girl tried to keep up with the tireless man behind her. But Jim had more strength and stamina than she, and was pumping his hips so quickly she thought her asshole was going to melt from the wild fucking friction.
"No-uhhh, no!"
The sliding of Jim's prick as it fucked deeper into her bowels sent hot, chilling thrills racing through her tortured body. She felt her ass guts starting to buckle painfully as Jim threw faster, more skillful thrusts of his prick into her protesting shitter. He was biting down again, his teeth cutting into the nape of her neck. But Cindy didn't care. Her mind was blank, and she panted like a mare in rut.
"Cummmmmmmm!"
Cindy felt herself spinning down in a wild spiral of delight just as something very hot and wet spattered into her asshole. She jumped and jiggled against the overhead ropes as Jim shot spurt after spurt of jizz into her shithole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Brad, what have you done to my daughters?" Ellen asked.
Cindy wasn't sure she had heard her mother correctly. Her mother seemed to know Jim and Bob, but she kept calling them Brad and Jack.
"I forgot to tell you, baby, Brad's not my real name," Jim said, and smiled nastily at Ellen. "It's Jim. And Jack's real name is Bob. We needed to use those names so you and your daughters wouldn't know you were fucking u? around with the same guys."
"What-what have you done to them?"
Ellen was shocked beyond her wits, clinging to the edges of her yellow bathrobe as she gaped at her two daughters. Trina was alternately moaning and giggling, while Cindy kept her eyes lowered to the ground. They had hoped to sneak into the house after having endured so much. So, apparently, had hoped the two men.
Ellen had noticed that her daughters were gone after having come home from her fucking session, and she had begun to worry when none of the friends she called had seen either Cindy or Trina.
Cindy tried to inch toward the door, hoping her mother wouldn't try to ask questions. Perhaps she could tell her something, fool her somehow.
"You-I'm going to call the police!"
Ellen could hardly speak, feeling anger rising in her to replace the shock freezing her body. It was with some surprise, then, that she felt someone grabbing hold of her wrist. At first, she thought it might have been Cindy trying to stop her. But then the woman found herself facing Jim. She screamed, wheeling around and smacking him hard in the face.
"Oh, Mother, no, don't do that to him!" Cindy wailed, falling to her knees and taking Trina with her. She knew the man had a short temper.
"Bitch! Just like your fuckin' daughter! Probably just as hot, too!"
"What?"
Ellen's mouth froze open. She had been doing things, things she was terrified her daughters would discover.
"Let me go!"
"When hell freezes over, bitch! C'mon, let's take the blonde and her old lady. Leave the other one here! She's practically stupid with fuckin'!"
"Stop it! No, Mother, run!" Cindy screamed, watching as Bob jerked Trina to her feet and threw her against the back side of the house.
Ellen heard her daughter strike the wall with a sickening thud. Then hands were grabbing her and pushing her into the van.
Cindy was weeping and begging them to let her go. A sharp slap cut the young girl off immediately. With a hard push, the teen tumbled into the van, banging into her mother as Jim shut the door and locked it.
"Baby, what's going on?" Ellen cried, stretching out her arms for her daughter.
"Oh, Mother, if you only knew," Cindy said, sobbing into her hands.
Ellen's heart broke as they drove back along the streets, Cindy flinching at every curve and turn. The woman could see her daughter had been this way before and thought of her own experiences. Yes, they were similar, if not exactly identical. Oh God in heaven, the same thing had happened to her daughters that had happened to her! The thought made her flesh crawl.
The trip was short-too short, Ellen thought as the big van rambled over uneven ground and finally stopped. She held tightly onto Cindy, her legs draped over her daughter as Bob opened the side van door and grabbed hold of her ankles.
"No!"
He pulled them both out like sacks of dirt. Ellen felt her gown riding up over her ass, then her naked ass scraping painfully over the dirty floor while Cindy rolled to one side, her knees crashing against the side of the vehicle. Both women were trying to scramble away when Ellen tumbled down into the wet dirt, her gown flying up around her neck.
"Ow!"
Someone had slapped her naked ass, reddening the already-whipped flesh. Jim noticed the marks and grinned, kicking her ass with his booted foot and watching as the woman squawked and pitched forward. Cindy was in the doorway of the van, staring in horror as she saw the men slapping and kicking her mother. Ellen was screaming, her hands flying all about protectively as she rolled on the dirt. When Jim drove the toe of his right boot into her belly, Ellen doubled over, letting out a moan while feeling her gorge rising in her throat.
Cindy couldn't stand watching the horror and rushed from the van, her fists clenched as she screamed at the men to stop hurting her mother.
"It'll go on all fuckin' night, bitch!" Jim growled, not even turning around as he swung his right arm back and caught the teen squarely in the face.
Cindy fell backward, her legs flying out from under her as stars exploded in front of her eyes once again. She thudded to the ground, half-conscious of her mother's screams and cries in front of her. Then someone was dragging her, holding her under her narrow shoulders and pulling her over the uneven ground.
Cindy struggled through the fog that had dulled her brain. She opened her eyes and saw the cabin to her right. Then Jim was holding her and pushing her up the stairs, dragging her into the large spacious cabin. Cindy wanted to run from the place, her mind racing crazily as she remembered all the pain and horror she had endured within these walls.
But she was too drunk with terror to make one move. The girl could hear clanking sounds and opened her eyes to see a pair of chained manacles dangling from Jim's right hand. He wasted no time in attaching the rusty metal cuffs to her wrists, slapping them on quickly and cinching them down tight, until the cold steel prevented the blood from reaching her fingers.
Cindy began to whimper, feeling the horror of helplessness start to creep over her. Then there was the feeling that her mother was out there, writhing in the dirt with Bob. Her mother had been the last refuge, the last stronghold of feeling that something out there was normal, regular. Now that hope had been dashed as well. The only reality was here, buckling under these men while they did whatever they pleased with her.
"No!"
Jim was smiling.
"Down on your knees again, bitch!"
He pushed the girl down to her knees. Cindy felt her shoulders ache as she crashed to the floor. Shocks of pain rushed up her rippling thighs as she heard her mother scream again. The manacles were pulled down hard, the chains keeping them well behind the teen. Shaking her loose blonde hair from her eyes, the girl could see a strange contraption hanging suspended from the ceiling.
Then Cindy watched as Jim began playing with it. It was composed of two parallel, stainless steel bars about a foot and a half long, attached with sturdy ropes. At the end of the four lengths of line from which two parallel bars hung were two sets of steel rings.
"Now, we're gonna have some fun with you. We're gonna give you somethin' to remember this by-before we start takin' care of you and your old lady!"
"Mother! Oh God, Mother! Please, help me!" Cindy cried instinctively, feeling her stomach churn with terror as a cold sweat erupted on her forehead.
Cindy looked up and noticed that one set of rings was slightly smaller than the other. Jim worked quickly, grabbing hold of her right tit and squeezing it so tightly the girl screamed and threw back her head. He was twisting her tit, forcing it into the first ring, watching as her pink nipple turned red with perverted lust and stiffened under his abuse.
The young teen shivered, her face a mask of horrible agony while a tiny trickle of piss oozed from her cunt. He had slipped the ring down as far as he could. Now Jim moved the smaller ring down, sliding it over her puckered nipple until it looked as if it would cut into her strained tit-flesh.
"No-uhhhh!"
He did the same thing with her other tit, twisting and squeezing it so it would slip into the double set of rings. Cindy panted like a mare in heat, never having felt so much pain throb through her stretched, twisted, compressed tits. Jim was moving around, securing the device so the rings would rise up and down with the odd pulley device over head. Cindy leaned back, her fingers brushing against her ankles as her spine strained from the awkward position. Jim was satisfied and grabbed one end of the rope. He started to pull down slowly, watching Cindy as her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out a long, low wail.
"Uhhhhh-oh God!"
She felt her tits compressing even more, the rings seeming to bite down into her stretched tits, pulled up by the horrible device. Fright and agony sparkled in the teen's eyes as she bent herself backward, her fingers tearing at her ankles. She felt her tits become more and more hideously stretched, until she feared Jim would actually mutilate her. She looked pleadingly at him and saw him laughing. Her tits were stretching to nearly twice their normal size. The tiny glands inside were being destroyed, crushed by the pressure, Cindy was sure, while her nipples felt as if they would pop off from the squeezing pressure. More shooting pain raced through the young woman, making her cry out and shriek, her knees sliding painfully over the dirty, splintery wooden floor.
"Uh!"
There was some relief now as the bands became slightly loose. For one second, Cindy thought Jim would stop now. The horrid pain was easing, growing less and less, and Jim did nothing to make sure it increased. Perhaps he would tire of her and go to her mother. This selfish, horrid thought raced through her mind again and again as Jim stared down at her, then reached over to tighten the rings once more and watch the hope fading from Cindy's flushed face.
The throbbing agony shot through Cindy like a lightning bolt. This was worse in terms of pain and physical damage than anything she had experienced. She jerked her head back and realized she was right under the big man's crotch. He held onto the ropes with his free hand as he unzipped his jeans. She could soon see his balls and cock swaying right over her nose.
"Drink my piss, you little slutty brat!" he snarled.
Cindy's mouth was already open from the pain throbbing through her tits. She could see his cockhead dangling like a big purple mushroom over her parted lips.
Cindy shook her head, trying to move away. But Jim was holding her still, jerking on the line and making the pain shoot up even more. It took her breath away. Cindy squawked, her nostrils flaring as she watched the first few drops of piss bubble out of his cock, then drip into her mouth.
Cindy gagged, shaking her head from side to side, crying out and begging the man to stop.
But Jim only tugged on the rope harder, sending more pain through her tits and thus silencing the wailing teen. In another moment, a yellow stream dribbled down into her mouth, spattering against her tonsils, washing over her tongue and lips.
The girl gagged and retched, feeling most of the piss spilling out over her stretched lips like water in a toilet bowl. But still some of it gurgled down her throat into her belly. She could feel the warm piss trickling down into her belly, and the sensation sickened her. For one brief second, the girl thought that perhaps she would rather be dead than to have to suffer this horrid abuse.
"Unnfnnfffff!"
Jim's pissing seemed to last forever. He backed away a few inches, dribbling his foul-smelling piss into her eyes, into her hair, then back over her cheeks, until her whole face was reeking of piss. Cindy felt sour bile rising in her throat, pushing up the piss that had dribbled down. It was all the girl could do to keep from throwing up.
Slumping back as Jim's cock ran dry, the panting teen felt dizzy. She was a toilet, smelling her own wretched self as the big man flicked off the final droplet of piss and began loosening the rope. Cindy let out a gasp of relief, feeling the pressure ease on her stretched tits.
Jim reached down, sliding the horrid rings off her distended tits. When the last one slipped over her nipple, Cindy reached up, surprised to find that her tits were unharmed by the experience. Cindy almost felt like thanking Jim. Then her mother's screams drifted in again. She was about to rise to her feet when the teen felt the pull of the steel manacles tighten around her wrists. He had taken off the tit clamps. But the chains still kept her arms pulled behind her.
"Good mouth to piss in, baby, good mouth to suck! And you got one hell of a pussy! Gonna see just who you got it from now," Jim said, pushing aside one torn curtain and peering out a broken window. "Hey, take it easy, man, take that boot outta her mouth! You don't wanna fuck her up before we get to use her!"
Yes, Cindy thought, that's what they were doing, using her and her sister and her mother for their own pleasure. She knelt there, piss trickling down her face and spreading over her tits as the memory of the awful tit-stretching raced through her mind.
CHAPTER NINE
Ellen had gone through a real hell outside the cabin. Bob was kicking her, tearing off her gown and abusing her horribly. But what especially drove the woman wild was what she was hearing from inside the cabin. She could hear her daughter's cries, the awful screams while Jim was stretching her tits.
Ellen couldn't rush to her daughter's aid. Every time she started for the porch, she felt Bob grabbing her hair and yanking her back.
Or at times he would double his fists and bring them down hard against her lower back, temporarily paralyzing her. In the end, she thought he would surely kill her. It was only when she heard Jim shouting from the window to ease off that the woman realized there would be more in store for her.
Bob grumbled, dragging her up by the hair and pushing her into the cabin. Desperately, she looked around for her daughter, wrinkling up her nose at the smell of piss. The air was thick with the odor of sex. But whether they had fucked Cindy or not Ellen couldn't tell.
Bob pushed her past a large wooden partition, and she found herself staring at a small oak workbench. Cuffs were attached to the top, and through these she was ordered to slide her wrists. The men remarked on the various marks and welts obvious on her body.
Ellen did as she was told, putting her wrists into the cuffs and flinching when Jim slipped the tops on. Her ass was terribly exposed, especially when Bob smoothed his hands over her naked asscheeks, then slapped them good and hard. Ellen squawked, her legs jerking forward while a delightful hot joy exploded all over her body.
"Let's get her open before we go any farther," Bob said.
There were more pulley devices overhead. The men must have spent a lot of time assembling the awful room of horrors, Ellen thought.
Jim was holding her ankle now, and pulling her right leg up until it was parallel with the floor. Ellen Winked her eyes rapidly, bending her left knee while leaning heavily against the workbench in front of her. Her elbows barely touched the splintery top as Jim pulled her legs up just a few more degrees.
Bob was lowering a stirrup from overhead, slipping it around the woman's right ankle, then securing it with a small piece of quarter-inch line. Ellen could feel her cuntlips unsticking, pulling apart from the resulting tension around her crotch. They wanted that to happen, she was sure.
Jim stood in front of her now, his eyes sparkling with delight. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip as Bob handed him a small black leather whip.
Ellen watched, horrified and aroused as the young man tapped the whip against his side. Her tits heaved as she twisted her head around, looking for some sign of her daughter. A hot, lashing sensation against her belly brought her attention back to the scene at hand.
"Pay attention!" Jim shouted.
To emphasize his point, Jim shoved two fingers into her asshole up to his whitened knuckles, digging the jagged nails into her soft bowel lining and making the woman scream with pain. At the same time, Bob was hauling one of her legs up until it was pulled high.
Ellen winced in agony, bending her left knee even more as she leaned heavily against the table. Her hip joints were aching. Something popped in her right leg as the tiny bones of her ankles seemed to shatter under the pressure. Sweat rolled down her tits, dripping like diamonds from her stiffened nipples as she curled her toes and waited for the next ordeal.
It came without warning, a blow across her nipples from the whip that seemed like burning sulphur against her tit-tips. Ellen shrieked, her head snapping back as her left leg moved back and forth against the floor. Jim brought the whip down again and again on her nipples, the leather torturing her until she thought she would die from pain. She felt her nipples puckering into soft points.
Jim was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smacking the small whip over her lower belly. The muscles in Ellen's legs quivered from the stinging heat of the blows, and her legs pulled against the restraints.
"Yeah, yeah, she's just as hot as her fuckin' daughter!" Jim panted.
"No, no, you don't know what-what you're saying!" she panted.
"Okay, baby, you hot for more?"
While Bob laughed, Jim concentrated on lashing her ass, bringing the leather down again and again against her taut asscheeks, until they glowed a bright scarlet.
Ellen wept and cried, shaking the tears from her eyes while she felt her flesh peeling from her asscheeks. They were ruining her, tearing her to pieces right there in that awful cabin as she struggled against the iron manacles chewing into her wrists. The sweat ate into her torn flesh like acid. 'In complete despair, Ellen let herself dangle downward, her left knee bending. With a groan, the woman fell halfway to the floor, the restraints on her right ankle and on her wrists keeping her from tumbling all the way to the ground.
"Get up, bitch, get up!"
Jim swung the whip savagely against her lower leg, the black leather biting into her skin and bringing her back to reality. Ellen fought back to her original position, her left knee creaking under the pressure and her assflesh burning from the savage whipping. She clenched her asscheeks until they ached, trying to protect her shitter.
Then the beating stopped.
Bob was in front of her, a large knife in his hand. Ellen pulled away as best she could, tugging at the manacles still knifing into her wrists. He brought the flat end of the blade against her forehead, turning it slightly and pulling the tip down around her eyes, past her ears, then around her jaw until it was leaving a narrow white crease along her throat. Ellen knew one move on her part would push the knife through her flesh. Her veins throbbed against her flesh as she trembled there, panting heavily through her flared, burning nostrils.
Bob liked watching her reaction, enjoyed immensely how she shivered in the obscene, awkward position as he brought the blade down to her shoulders, moving it in a broad arc around her belly until it lay pressed against her fat, dribbling cuntlips.
Ellen gasped, holding her breath until her eyes watered. The shocking chill of the blade as it pressed against her bloated cuntlips sent shivers racing up and down her spine. She curled her toes until they cramped, her shoulders moving back and forth as the big man rocked the blade up and down. She could feel that sharp tip stinging against her clit, piercing the pink folds of flesh as electrical sparks seemed to shoot into her cunt.
Ellen bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood, feeling her body come alive from the knife's awful touch.
"Man, she's way up there, you know?"
"You sure the other bitch is tied up?" Jim asked, breaking Bob's train of thought.
"Yeah, yeah," he said with an impatient wave of his hand. He was fascinated by the way Ellen's cunt was swelling and trembling, shivering with delight under the touch of his switchblade. "Man, I could fuck this broad's ass while I stick the knife up her pussy. Wouldn't that be a trip?"
Ellen shivered at the thought, terrified they were going to mutilate her while they satisfied their awful desires.
"Hey, man, don't want bodies all around the fuckin' place. We do it like we planned, okay?"
Jim said, knocking his friend playfully in the back of the head with an opened palm.
"Okay, man, okay," Bob said impatiently, rocking his knife one more time, then drawing it away.
Ellen sagged in her bonds, her head hanging down, her hair curtaining her flushed face. She was panting so heavily she could hardly keep her balance.
"Bring in the other bitch," Jim said, his eyes narrowing as he stared hotly at Ellen. "I wanna try this one out first."
"No, no, not here, not with Cindy here!" Ellen cried, shaking her head violently as Bob disappeared behind the partition.
"What does that matter anyway? You're gonna see one another gettin' fucked over anyway. Might as well be now as later," Jim said with a shrug, tracing his fingers along the white knife marks left on her lightly tanned flesh.
Ellen stared straight ahead as she saw Jim pull down his pants, letting his long thick cock spring up. He spent little time in preparing her, moving around and slapping her injured ass several times until she had angled it back the way he wanted it. At first, Ellen thought he was going to assfuck her. But then he pulled her cunt up, dipping his head a bit and sanding his tongue back and forth across her fat, drooling pussy slit. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip and feeling the unspeakable delight of hot sparks showering into her cunt as his tongue flicked across her clit, then snuggled into her tightly packed cunt until Ellen thought she would die from pleasure.
The mass of sexual delight swelled in her belly like a balloon. She moved her ass in circles as she felt his cockhead stabbing blindly against her cunthole.
The woman tossed her hips from side to side as she felt his cock fuck into her. Her pussy walls buckled and snuggled up against the invading prick while fuck juice frothed from her cunthole and dribbled down her shivering left thigh.
Ellen couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop the delight racing through her cunt while electric jabs of excitement exploded between her legs. Again and again the woman bent down, feeding his cock into her pussy while Jim grabbed at her ass and pulled her closer. She let out a deep, sobbing breath, her cunt feeling fuller than ever as the rodding prick fucked in again and again.
Her cunt mouth hurt from the stretching and the friction. But she didn't dare say one word. Her body bulged with cock, swelling up with more and more excitement.
Just before she came, Ellen looked up and saw Cindy crouched on the floor, her hands roped behind her and her hair hanging in her eyes as she peered up and watched her mother being fucked.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Nothing could stop her from cumming. Not God himself could have put an end to the delightful flashes of joy exploding like lightning bolts from her clit and making her womb tremble. Ellen came with a fury, feeling Jim's spurting jizz eating into her cunt walls like acid, while Cindy watched in mute horror.
CHAPTER TEN
They hung there, mother and daughter, staring dumbly at one another through tortured eyes. Neither wanted to say a word as the ropes cut into their flesh. Ellen's ass still stung from the whipping frenzy of moments ago as cum oozed from her slackening cunt. There was no way she could disguise what she had felt as her daughter had knelt there, watching her mother's contortions. To have denied it would have been to he through her teeth. Cindy, she could tell, had gone through the same thing earlier.
"Mother-I-I don't understand all of this," Cindy said truthfully.
They had trussed her up cruelly on a post opposite Ellen. Three thick ropes had been pulled tightly around her waist and Bob had suspended her three feet above the floor. Now they pushed hard into her belly, making it impossible for the girl to inhale without hurting herself terribly. Her arms had been drawn behind her back, the ropes binding her wrists together taken off only to be refastened around two large stakes driven into the vertical post. Her ankles were roped to the sides of the support beam and her ass rubbed agonizingly up and down against the rough wood. She slumped forward, her shoulders hurting from the pulling tension as she stared at her bound mother. It had been awful for them, and now was growing worse as the men seemed to be coming to a kind of erotic, savage climax of their own.
Ellen shook her head, wishing she could tear herself from the bench and take her daughter down. She thought of Trina and thanked God that at least one of her daughters had been spared this final torment. While she crouched there, feeling the pain invade every sinew of her body, Ellen saw Bob approaching her daughter with something in his right hand.
"What-what are you doing?" Cindy gasped, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and seeing something sticking out from between Bob's fingers.
There was something very small sticking out from between his knuckles. He smiled up at her, rolling objects around until he finally held the small cylinders in front of her. Firecrackers!
Cindy stared open-mouthed at the things, her mind racing millions of miles a second as she thought what he could do with them. Her mother was crying out and struggling against the restraints as Cindy screamed mindlessly at the men.
"No, nooooo!"
Cindy threw her head back, smacking her skull against the wood as she trembled and strained against the ropes. She curled her fists, letting her fingernails bite into her sweaty palms. Bawling and shrieking, the young teen fought against the inevitable as Bob took one of the firecrackers and twisted the end into her hot fuckhole. The sharp entry made her wince, her thigh muscles bulging and ridging against her sweat-gleaming flesh. He pushed the slim fire cracker up toward her clit, until it hung out obscenely an inch from the stiffening little nub.
When he pushed the second firecracker into her tight asshole, Cindy panicked wildly, sure they would kill her. Already the teen had an idea what the men were up to. Bob slipped a third back into her cunt, this one near to the bottom junction of her pussylips. Stepping back, he allowed Ellen to get a full view of her daughter. Ellen screamed, her eyes widening as she quickly understood what was about to happen. Cursing and pleading, the older woman watched helplessly as Bob pulled out some matches.
Cindy saw the flame move around to the black wicks protruding from the three firecrackers. Again she bawled and snapped her head back, feeling the warmth of the fire burning up slowly to the firecrackers buried in her body. The fuses were burning slowly.
Bob and Jim watched, while Ellen howled behind them. Cindy could do nothing but pray. Her fear increased with each passing second as she felt the sparks of the burning wicks singe her body.
The fires were approaching rapidly now. The heat spread across her lower ass and singed the tender marks on her lower cuntlips. She cringed and struggled, while the men enjoyed themselves immensely.
Cindy pulled back on the ropes, feeling her arms strain even more painfully behind her. The ropes cut into her ankles and wrists, and the line cinched across her belly made it nearly impossible to draw a breath.
"Uhhhh-no, no, no more!"
Cindy wished she could faint as she tensed and prayed, the heat penetrating her cunt like a burning knife. There was a moment when the wicks sputtered ominously. Perhaps they would fail, Cindy thought. Perhaps Jim hadn't purchased very good fireworks and they would die out. Cindy's lips curled into a smile as she pictured their disappointment.
"Eaghhghghghghhghh!"
Her hope was short-lived. In a moment, the fires leaped the final inch, igniting the gunpowder and blowing the small cylinders to pieces. Cindy thought her body had been blasted and torn to bloody pieces as the explosions ripped through her. Thousands of burning needles stabbed and bit into her cunt and ass. The girl tightened her pussy and shitter, trying to smother the burning fires with her wet cunt and asshole. But the fires seemed to rage through her, burning her entire body as she hung there twisting and screaming for everyone to see. With a final howl, the girl collapsed, sinking into the comfort of unconsciousness.
Cindy had no idea how long she was unconscious. When she awoke, she knew immediately she was still trussed in the same position. But something new had been added. The girl felt something tugging at her tits, something distending them as she blinked her eyes open. Then she saw wires dangling from her pulled nipples, and something very cold and hard was biting into her cuntlips. Jim had just slipped something into her asshole, something that made her shitter wink painfully shut as her bowels rumbled and spasmed.
"Mother?"
Ellen was roped and clamped to the workbench, clamps also distending her nipples, and two smaller clamps bit into her cuntlips just below her clit. The older woman looked wide-eyed at her daughter, her mouth having been gagged with a filthy white handkerchief. Cindy could only make out her mother's muffled cries and see in her horrified eyes that the worst was yet to come.
Cindy looked around, her senses having finally come back to her. To her right was some machine, atop which a small gray console was mounted. The console was a plain steel case with a volume indicator, a single switch, two control knobs and a series of black and red wires dangling down from the unit. Both her mother and she were connected to the thing.
"Open your mouth. We wouldn't want you biting your tongue off," Bob said, shoving something rubber between Cindy's teeth.
"Which one can take more, eh?" Jim asked, scratching his chin as he looked from mother to daughter, then back to Ellen once more. "The Nazis fooled around with shit like this, testing family strength and all that crap. I don't know why they finally gave it up. It's a trip!"
Cindy groaned, feeling the weight of the wire pulling down on her ass. She could feel the awful clips tugging at her nipples and cuntlips.
Suddenly Jim was switching on the console, looking first at Ellen, then letting his fingers glide over the first knob. Cindy felt her vision sharpen, all her senses tuned in as she felt her clit start to vibrate. The clamps on her nipples were pulling and biting savagely on her nipples.
"Unf!"
She felt it, the faint pulse that dug into her cunt and tits while chewing into her nipples. She jerked, her body stiffening against the pole.
Ellen let out a cry, her legs spasming against the bench as her head pressed against the workbench. She too was feeling the electricity. Cindy wondered if her mother was enjoying and hating it as much as she was.
"Ah!"
More electricity, this time raising gooseflesh all over her body. It was a nice feeling, much more intense than earlier. She tensed, waiting for more as her mother danced and jerked against the wooden bench in front of her.
Cindy felt her excitement grow sharper, more concentrated. Her cunt itched and burned, and her nipples throbbed in time to the beating of the current. Her asshole was clogged with the wire, and it was all the girl could do to keep from shitting.
Jim twisted the dial nearly all the way up on Ellen, the room quickly filling with the woman's cries and shrieks, though they were muffled by the handkerchief gag.
Cindy turned her head away as smoke rose from her mother's cunt and asshole. Jim switched down the current two notches, leaving the helpless woman moaning and jerking.
Cindy felt more electricity shoot into her body, making her tits jump and the nipples swell with blood. The muscles in her belly knotted, and her cuntlips felt raw and rubbed. Her clit swelled to the bursting point as she jerked against the beam behind her.
Then Jim cranked the switch all the way up. Cindy felt her bones rattling, and everything around her seemed to burn with a golden glow. Her cries increased as she felt an unholy climax explode between her thighs. Her orgasm grew stronger and stronger, sustained by the current savaging her body.
Ellen continued to scream even after Jim had cut off the current and let her dangle there. Bob jerked the woman's head up, snatched the handkerchief from her mouth and fucked his prick down her throat as Jim shut down the machine and pulled the clamps from Cindy's clit, ass and nipples.
"Oh!"
Cindy felt herself slumping to the floor and being gathered in Jim's arms after he loosened the bonds. She could hear Bob's squeals and howls of delight as he fucked his meat into Ellen's sucking mouth. It all seemed like one big dream to her, and only after she found herself back in the van, huddled against her sobbing mother, did Cindy finally realize what had happened to them.
"Oh, oh, Mother, I'm so ashamed!" Cindy cried, leaning toward Ellen, then drawing away with a mixture of anger and fear.
"Oh, Cindy, don't! We have so much to talk about-to understand!"
Ellen eyed the men in front warily. Her tormentors, and Cindy's and Trina's were all the same-men who were out to abuse them for their own pleasure. But then again, hadn't she and her daughters manipulated them in a way, drawn them into doing more to heighten their own twisted pleasures? It was something she would have to consider later, after they got home and took care of Trina. Yes, there would be much to talk about-and, Ellen guessed, more fun to be had with Jim and Bob.
