Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder . . .
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
TORTURED DAUGHTER, TORMENTED MOTHER-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, sweet thing, ain'tcha supposed to be home with your mama?"
"Yeah, you hang around a place like this and you don't know what the hell's gonna happen."
Janie Weathers stood by the grease rack of the old run-down garage, unsure of whether to stay or not. She had come down here to check on her mother's car, which was still up on the rack. She hated these men, hated the way they looked at her, the awful way they were talking to her. They were leering at her young body, staring at her as if they could see right through her clothes! It made her uncomfortable.
"My mother said she needs the car by tonight," Janie said, glancing at the wall clock overhead. It was nearly three. The air in the garage was hot, oppressive, smelling of grease and gasoline. She gasped, rubbing her fingertips over her forehead. Janie hadn't wanted to come down here and talk to Jack and Hank Barrington, the two brothers who owned and operated this service station. But her mother hadn't been feeling well . . . again! It had been like this since her father died nearly two years ago. At times she thought her mother would be hospitalized and she would be left home alone to run things. That's just the way it was today-her mother dragging about the house while she was running down to this awful service station checking on the car, enduring insulting looks and words.
"Will the car be ready?" Janie asked, her voice losing some of the certainty it had earlier.
"Well, depends," Jack said, pushing back his mechanic's hat and grinning at her. .
He was handsome in a brutal way-that square-cut jaw, those brilliant black eyes, the moustache bushing around his upper lip almost meeting his sideburns. Janie could understand why some girls thought him attracts tive, especially when he washed some of that grease off. His brother was a little less handsome. Blond, tall, thickly built, he reminded Janie of those pictures of Nazi storm troopers. "Depends?"
Janie felt her fingers trembling, growing icy. She didn't like the way the conversation was going, the way both brothers were looking at her. She felt hot flashes rush through her body as her spine tingled. Protectively the girl rubbed her fingers over her upper arms, glancing behind her to see if the door was open. She might be forced to run, to run for her life from these . . . these maniacs!
"Well, you gonna play ball with us?"
Jack looked a little unsure of himself at first when he started talking. But, when Janie didn't bolt for the door, he became bolder. Laying down a wrench, he wiped his fingers on his jeans, his grin becoming broader.
"Ball?" Janie asked, her eyes rounding. She felt his eyes boring through her, burning her clothing, staring at her . . . her young cunt. She shivered once more, feeling her flesh crawl.
"Yeah, you know . . . Hell, lots of your friends come down here after school . . . you know? They come down here and we close up for a little while. Everybody has a good time," Hank said, reaching down and hiking up his loose-fitting overalls.
Janie thought she could see something pressing against the front of his pants-something that made her tremble even more. Could they be having thoughts about her, about taking her to bed, about . . . about fucking her?
"I . . . I don't know what you mean," Janie said, tilting her chin defiantly and sucking in a deep breath.
She stared at them coolly, trying to hide the confusion and fear whirling around inside her. She had come down here to find out something and she was going to stay until the brothers answered her.
"I just came here to find out about my mother's car. Now, if you don't want to answer me, I'll just go back home and tell my mother," Janie threatened.
Jack's smile faded, his face darkening.
"You ain't gonna go nowheres . . . leastways, not 'til Hank and me get through with you."
The words shocked Janie. She stood there, not believing for a moment what she'd heard. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Jack making a move toward her.
"No!" Janie shouted, shrinking back.
"Sure, you wanna do it, baby. Man, I've seen you eyeing me and my brother here lots of times when you go to school. We watched, man, watched them tits jigglin' up and down, seen that nice pretty little ass of your bouncin' under them short skirts," Hank said, smacking his lips like a hungry wolf.
"You're lying . . . you're . . . you're wrong! I never . . . never thought . . . oh God!"
Janie felt sick. To think these men were studying her as she walked to school, speculated about her, wondered if she would put out. That was what all men thought. Wanting to snake up a woman's legs and slip their cocks in. That's what the boys at school all wanted, and some of the girls gave in, opened their legs and gave in. She wasn't one of those kind of sluts, opening her thighs just to anyone. She would do it only when she met a boy she loved, maybe even wait until she married. It was old-fashioned, but it was what she wanted. And she'd never give anyone like the Barrington brothers anything more than the time of day!
"Come on, baby, you gimma a proper hug and maybe we'll let you go . . . for today," Jack said, stepping closer.
"No!" Janie shrieked, shrinking back from his outstretched hand.
She was backing away, one foot sliding behind the other on the slippery garage floor. This was getting out of hand. She would turn and run, run home and tell her mother what these crazy men were trying to do.
"Man, get her! She's gonna run and then we're in for it!" Hank whispered.
Jack acted fast. The floor was slippery, so slippery she couldn't move very well without falling. Twisting around, trying to bolt for the door, Janie fell to her knees, her legs spreading out to either side of her. Jack was on top of her in a moment, reaching down and grabbing her by the wrist and pinning her arm behind her while Hank ran to the garage doors and pulled them down.
"Put the fuckin' closed sign up. Don't want nobody comin' in and fuckin' around while we've havin' some fun, right, baby?"
"Help, oh help! Help!" Janie screamed, jerking her body from side to side.
She had to get free, break the awful hold these men had on her. Jack was hurting her wrist, twisting her arm up. Letting out a gasp, the girl lowered her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. The pain was awful, shooting like red-hot lightning bolts up and down her arm. She knelt there on the floor, her knees in the grease, her dress getting all dirty, while Hank closed up the shop and Jack threatened to hurt her more if she tried to make a break for it.
"Okay, man, okay. Ain't nobody gonna come in here for a while. Some of the guys'll think we're fuckin' one of her friends," Hank said breathlessly, rubbing his hands on his jeans once more.
"Okay, man. You gonna cooperate or we gonna have to teach you some lessons first?" Jack said, his voice thickening with excitement.
"You're all crazy. When my mother hears about this, she's gonna sue you, lock you up!" Janie's face was red with pain and terror and anger.
"Yeah? You gonna say somethin' to her, sweet tits?" Hank asked, pushing his face into hers.
Janie shrank back, her eyes rounding when she saw the glimmer of sadistic anger in his eyes. She had stepped into something she couldn't handle. She had walked right into a trap, a sexual trap, one she wouldn't escape from easily.
"She ain't gonna say nothin' to her old lady," Jack hissed, twisting her arm around until Janie cried out in pain once more.
Tears sprang to her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks. He was twisting her arm around some more. He was enjoying this, enjoying listening to her cry out, loving her trembling, her sobbing, as she knelt there cringing under him.
"You wanna put out for us . . . just like you fuck around with the other guys at school?"
"No! I don't know what you're talking about! I . '. . never . . . never did that kind of thing . . . I . . . oh, please, please, don't!"
It was true, really true! Some of the guys at school had tried to feel her up during a date. But she remembered what her mother had told her as well-"Boys want one thing only. And when they get it, they'll leave you high and dry."
No, she wasn't going to come in pregnant, knocked up, being the object of pity and derision. So when the boys tried to feel her up, when they tried to excite her, Janie shoved them away, making a point never to date them again.
But the truth was that she was hot and curious, almost willing to try anything with a boy. It was only at the last moment when she froze up, shoved him away, that she knew she was fighting against her own natural inclinations. She would never let a boy touch her, and yet, there were times when she wanted him to overpower her, force her to submit to a . . . a fuck! A good hard hot fuck!
"Yeah? Well, fuck, a virgin! If you're a virgin, we're gonna find out real soon. Man, I ain't fucked a virgin since I tapped my cousin couple of years ago," Jack muttered, giving Janie's wrist another twist before letting her go.
"Ohhhh . . . " The young blonde teen collapsed in a heap, drawing her hands over her face and sobbing hysterically. This couldn't be happening to her! This was a dream, a terrible, horrible dream. Things like this didn't happen to people like her. They happened to bad girls, loose girls, who paraded their asses around the streets.
"Let's take her out back, man. Ain't no one gonna hear or see her there!"
Janie felt hands grabbing her, hauling her up from the floor and dragging her back behind the grease rack. She struggled, twisting from side to side, crying out for help. At times she tried kicking at the men. But Jack and Hank stayed well out of her range, holding her tightly between them.
"Let's strip 'er!"
"Noooo!"
They had thrown her into a small room that smelled just as badly as the garage. Plastered on the green, chipped plaster walls were colored photos of women, naked women in various obscene poses. An unmade bed was in a corner, the sheets wrinkled and a dirty gray color.
"Down, baby, down," Jack hissed, shoving the screaming girl across the room.
Janie stumbled, pitching forward, her arms stretched out in front for balance. Her leg hit the front edge of the bed. Janie fell with a loud crash across the sagging mattress. In an instant she was trying to get up.
"Back, bitch!"
Jack stepped in front of her, raising one hand high over his head. Before she could protect herself, his hand came down in a broad arc, slicing through the fetid air until his fist crashed against her right cheek.
The force of the blow sent her head snapping to one side, and she fell back on the bed with a thud.
"Ohhhhhh . . . " Her head throbbed as if someone had dropped an anvil on it.
"I'm the oldest, fucker," Jack said, edging Hank away who by this time had begun to unbutton her dress.
"Oh stop this, stop it before . . . before it's too late!" Janie wailed.
She moved her hand up, desperately clutching at her half-opened dress.
"It's already too late, baby. Way too late. Now come on, you gonna help me get you outta this?"
"No!"
Jack muttered something under his breath, then fell on top of her. His brother was laughing from the other side of the room as Jack ripped at her dress.
"No, no, no!" Janie screamed and writhed, her hands clutching at the big man's face, her legs kicking out, trying to catch him in the groin as he ripped and tore at her dress. She felt the top give way first, the buttons tearing loose and falling to the bed, her dress sliding down her shoulders to her waist. He was kissing her throat, his thick lips sucking at her flesh, his tongue wiggling against her neck! And then he was reaching around, tearing at the zipper on her back, ripping it open! In a moment Janie felt her summer cotton dress tearing loose, sliding from her body, leaving her in bra and panties.
"Now, that's real nice . . . real nice," Jack said, pulling back and studying the half naked girl under him.
"Ohhhhhh!" Janie groaned under his weight.
His legs were draped over hers, pinning her hard to the bed. He had her stretched open, her ankles dangling over the edges of the mattress. There by the door stood Hank, fingering his cock through his pants.
"Kiss, baby, kiss!" Jack muttered, throwing himself back onto the girl.
Janie groaned, struggling helplessly under the man's weight. She could feel his hands pawing her tits, squeezing them through the cups of her bra while his cock dry-fucked her. She could feel something big and hard, something terribly hot pressing against the crotch panel of her panties.
"Noooooo!" Janie twisted her head around, biting down hard on Jack's hand.
"Ooowwwww! Fuckin' bitch!"
Jack reared back, shaking his fingers, rubbing them against his side.
"What's the matter, man, the girl too much for you?" Hank taunted.
"Ain't too much for me, man," Jack muttered, inspecting his injured fingers.
Janie cringed on the bed, realizing at this moment she'd done a stupid thing. Nothing was going to convince these men to leave her alone.
"Nice little cunt like you," Jack gasped, sliding off the bed and still rubbing the front of his Levi's. "Wouldn't have thought you'd be so dumb, you know, chick? I don't let chicks like you get away with pullin' something real stupid like that."
His voice was getting thicker, lower. Janie trembled, propping herself up on her elbows, scooting back slowly. Soon she felt the wall pressing up behind her. She watched the big man standing in front of her. He was reaching down, reaching for his belt.
CHAPTER TWO
It happened so quickly, so unexpectedly!
Nothing in her young life could have prepared her for the horror. No one could have made her believe that she would have been trapped in a garage with two sex maniacs bent on destroying her. Janie was sure they were going to hurt her, going to enjoy hurting her. She could sense from the way they talked earlier that they were the types to beat up women, dragging them through the muck before fucking them.
"Oh, please, oh please," Janie begged, holding one hand up to her face protectively and pressing her back harder against the wall. "Please, I don't want to say anything. I swear, I won't tell anyone. Please, oh please don't . . . please . . . "
Jack unbuckled the long, metal buckle, sliding the black leather from around his waist.
"You're gonna be real cooperative, baby. I mean, you're just gonna roll on over and offer that little pussy up to me when I ask for it . . . that is, when I get through with you."
Janie stared up at the big men, wishing she had a knife, a gun, something she could fight back with, kill him and his awful brother.
"Oh don't . . . don't!"
Even as she sobbed, one hand still protecting her face, she saw the shadow of Jack's arm come down toward her. The belt cracked in the air, straightening out for a moment, then snapping down at her.
Janie screamed, her head turning to one side. She could hear the hissing of the leather through the air.
The leather chewed the flesh just below her rib. Janie thought for a moment that someone had burned her with a cigarette. That heat, that awful, stinging pain brought more tears to her eyes. She jerked, her knees sliding up to her tits while her head snapped back. She let out a low groan, turning onto her side to protect her pussy from the belt's blows.
"Over on your fuckin' belly, stupid bitch. Over or I'll tear your tits off."
.Janie sobbed harder than before, reluctantly obeying the mechanic's orders. Silently the girl prayed, prayed to God to give her strength to outlast this ordeal. She pushed her hands beneath the filthy pillow, turning her face to one side.
"Wanna see that ass, man . . . wanna see that nice smooth ass!"
Reaching down, Jack slid his fingers under the elastic waistband and yanked down her panties. Janie yelped, her knees digging hard into the mattress, her thighs pressing against the sheets. She felt her panties sliding down over her hipbones, sliding down her thighs, past her ankles, gone! Naked! Stark naked! She blushed furiously, never having felt so vulnerable before in her life! A draft blew over her buttocks, raising goose bumps on her lightly tanned flesh. Janie moaned, clawing the pillow frantically as she waited for Jack's next move.
Jack hesitated with the belt for a moment, doubling it, letting the leather trail over the sensitive flesh of her back thighs. He smiled, chuckling, when Janie groaned and moved her body from side to side. Tufts of her blonde euntal hair peeked from under her ass, looking all too tempting to the young mechanic standing over her. He swallowed hard, then raised one hand above his head. With another hissing sound, the leather cut through the air then crashed down on her.
Janie's body jerked as if someone had touched it with a live electric wire. Again and again the belt came down, heating up her ass, making the girl scream until her throat was dry. Her ass burned, the hot sensation tearing through her asscheeks and spread into her cunt.
As hard as it was to believe, Janie felt her pussy heating up, felt her clit rising, getting so hard as it did when she played with it sometimes. Janie screwed up her face in confusion. Never before had she associated pain and humiliation with sexual pleasure.
"Ohhhhh!"
Janie squirmed and wiggled on the dirty bed, the belt smacking again and again against her sensitive flesh. No, no, she thought, fighting the terrible feeling, the awful sensations rushing through her young cunt. This was terrible! No one had told her about the connection between this kind of pain, this kind of degradation and pleasure.
Janie couldn't ignore the hot, tight, mushy feeling growing hotter and tighter in the furry bundle between her legs. Again and again the belt sliced into her flesh. And again and again Janie groaned out pleas. But now her moans were tempered with something else, something far more sensuous, something she wished she could hide but couldn't. The girl let Jack and Hank see just how warm she was getting down there, just how hot and sexually aroused she was becoming!
"Oooooohohhh!"
The belt crisscrossed over Janie's asscheeks, the leather leaving long red marks on her flesh.
She could hear Jack's breathing become heavier, more labored above her. She tried not to cry. But the leather burned her flesh and her buttocks felt as if they were being branded by a burning iron! Yes, branded! That's what was happening to her! Someone was branding her, showing the world what kind of slut she was. For that was the true word for her behavior-sluttish!
Even now, as the big mechanic sliced the leather into her flesh, Janie felt her pussy juicing, felt the warm fluids wetting down her outer labia, straining the sheets beneath her.
"Ooohoohohh!"
Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Wouldn't he ever run out of wind? The two brothers were so well-built, but surely even they couldn't go on forever. And what about Hank? Would he take over when his brother tired? Would they switch around, beating her, fucking her until she was nothing more than a piece of raw meat? Stories of girls found naked and half-fucked to death in ditches raced through her mind.
"Ungghhhh!"
The belt was concentrating on her asscrack, the tip curling at the bottom and nearly reaching her clit. Sparks seemed to shower into her cunt when the belt neared her clit. It was then that Janie moaned particularly hard, digging her knees into the mattress while wiggling her buttocks from side to side as if she were actually seeking out the belt!
Janie sucked in another ragged breath, holding it until the next blow of the belt. Jolts of lightning-like pain shot through her tits and cunt, making her roll over, then slide back onto her belly again. Jack knew, he had to, he had to realize just what was happening to her! She wished she could hide her shame, her rutting in front of these men!
"Unghhhhh!"
Already the searing pain had spread into her cunt, making her clit throb like a festering wound. With each blow, her body vibrated like a struck tuning fork, making the girl less and less coherent. Thoughts of her attractive mother, of the car, Of her friends, vanished under the rising heat of her cunt.
She rubbed the fronts of her thighs hard against the wrinkled sheets. She groaned into the pillow, wishing someone would touch her cunt, do something incredibly awful to her-like fucking her, tearing her cherry, fucking her until she couldn't walk for a week! She had heard those awful expressions in school and had giggled over them. Now they came back in full force. She could see the truth in them. Yes, she wanted to be fucked hard, brutally, have her cherry ripped away! To feel something as hard and stiff and long as a man's dick inside her had to be the best feeling in the world! Instinctively she knew this!
Janie was chewing the pillow, hiding her lust-bloated face. How she wanted them to fuck her, to go through with their sick, horrible plan to fuck her violently. And yet still another part of her clung to her old life, to the warnings of her mother, of some of her friends, of her conscience. This was wrong, horribly wrong. Making love was supposed to be between two people who respected one another, who loved one another. This was less than animals fucking in the gutter! She was rutting, rutting because someone was beating her on the ass with a leather belt! Surely that had to be the lowest kind of sexual arousal around. Surely she could stop the hot, mushy feelings rushing through her cunt, turning her into something lower than a street whore! "Nooooo!"
But how could she stop feelings that seemed to be flowing from somewhere dark and deep inside her? Try as she might, Janie couldn't control her reactions to Jack's belting. She writhed and twisted, her ass jiggling, reddening under each, increasingly hard blow.
Crying out for help, clawing desperately at the sheets, Janie felt herself spinning higher and higher toward an incredible orgasm!
"You little slut," Jack said, stopping his beating and wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of one hand. "You really can take a lot, man. A whole lot. Ain't met that many who can. They're usually yellin' their fuckin' heads off. But you, man . . . "
"Ohhhhhh . . . " Janie moaned.
Janie felt humiliated beyond words. She buried her face even deeper into the pillow, shutting her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
"I'm goin' in, man . . . goin' in to see if the slut was tellin' the truth about her cherry," Jack said, throwing the belt to the floor.
"Get sloppy seconds again, huh?" Hank muttered, turning around and leaving the room for a second.
"Get what you fuckin' well want!" Jack shouted over his shoulder, chuckling softly while undressing.
Janie turned her tear-stained face to the wall. She felt the bed sagging as Jack sat down. The smell of sweat and grease came to her nose, making her slide slightly away from the big man. She shoved her face deeper into the pillow.
"You cooperate and we can have a lotta fun. You wanna fight, fine. Man, I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna get inside you one way or the other. You make it hard on yourself, and that's your fuckin' problem," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over the hot, reddened ass flesh.
Janie cringed, her fingers locked together under the pillow. She would need strength, real strength to endure this horror. He was going to rape her, sink his cock into her hole and tear away her cherry!
Janet's mind went blank, a strange buzzy feeling taking over her consciousness. How strange that she was looking forward to this rape just as much as she was detesting it. Janie wondered if sex was like this all the time-a mixture of pain and pleasure, of expectancy and fear, of love and hate. She doubted that any of her friends or her mother would be able to answer that one.
"I'm gonna have you dancin' naked all around here before I'm through with you . . . and I'm gonna have you lovin' every fuckin' second of what I do to you," he said, standing up and sliding his greasy Levi's off his thick-muscled hips.
"No, no, no!" she whispered.
Janie heard him undress, heard his shirt and pants hitting the floor. And while fear increased in her, she also felt her cunt start to twitch, actually move with a kind of excited hope. Her clit tingled as if thousands of hot needles were tearing at her small little sex spindle.
Janie trembled while her pussy shook. She was moving her thighs from side to side, feeling her cunt rubbing against the material of the sheets and loving that touch. Anything, anything touching her pussy was welcome now! To her shame, Janie could hardly wait for Jack to take her and . . . and drive his cock into her cunt.
He was fingering her asscrack now, rubbing two digits up and down, sliding them closer and closer to her cunthole.
She felt him touching her shitter, rubbing his knuckles over the wrinkled flesh and chuckling as she shoved her ass up to him. If only she could control herself, control how she was reacting to his fingering. But nothing worked. In the end she felt the pressure in her cunt swell, making her move around, her buttocks opening and closing invitingly while her hips shifted from side to side-a shameless, wanton dance of lust.
Jack was laughing openly now, enjoying her discomfort, her confusion at what was going on. He knew she was fighting her desires, her wishes. He knew she was giving herself up reluctantly. Reaching forward, Jack slid his fingers under her elastic bra strap, unbuckled it, then slid the bra off her shoulders.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Now she was completely naked, her big thirty-four-inch tits pillowed out under her chest.
"Come on, baby, come on," he said, reaching around and rolling her back onto her ass.
Janet's eyes rounded as she stared at the big thing sticking out of Jack's hairy groin. His cock was frightening, too big for her, she thought. She would never be able to take that big prick in her cunt. How could a man have something that big! His cock had to be at least ten inches and five, maybe six inches around!
"Nice, huh? Drives most women real crazy. Gonna drive you nuts too," Jack said, stroking his heavy hunk of meat slowly.
"No, no, I won't let you . . . let you touch me with that . . . that . . . "
He would kill her with that big prick, would split her wide open, ruin her for life!
"Yeah, gonna pry you wide open, baby, gonna make you feel every fuckin' inch I got between my legs-fill you up 'til you feel my balls restin' on your fuckin' butt."
The smell of his sweat, of the grease still on his rugged body, made her gag. It was so strong, so overwhelming. And yet it was the smell of a man, a smell that aroused her as much as it repelled her.
"Oh God in heaven, help me!" she wailed.
"That's it, baby, pray. Pray while I fuck you 'til you bleed. Before I'm through with you, I'll have you beggin' me for more of my dick."
Janie screamed as Jack reached down and jerked her legs apart. He was rough, not caring if she was enjoying herself or not. Her head snapped back and another wail escaped from her lips as she felt his callused fingers spreading her cuntlips apart. More lust oil spilled from her pussy, wetting down his fingers and her inner thighs.
"You're pretty hot, baby, really wantin' this. Man, I ain't gonna listen to you no more. You wanna get fucked, and that's just what you're gonna fuckin' get."
CHAPTER THREE
Janie squirmed on the bed, her fingers clenched into fists that pounded against the mattress. Jack had climbed onto the bed and was holding his cock with one hand, rubbing the fingers of his other up and down her furry slit. It was awful, horrible, and yet inevitable that the girl found herself responding to the mechanic's advances.
While he degraded her, hurt her, Janie found her cunt growing hotter and tighter, the juices flowing out freely and wetting down her thighs.
"No, oh, no!"
He was leaning over her now, his knees shoved up tight against her buttocks.
Janie screamed, both hands raised and pressed against Jack's massive chest while one leg kicked out to the side. It was impossible to shove him away. He was too big, too insistent. He only laughed at her attempts to knock him away.
"You're gonna take it all, baby, all the way up your cunt."
"Stop!" she begged.
There was a look of frantic terror in the girl's eyes as Jack rolled her back a little more, her knees nearly banging against her forehead. She could feel it, could feel his hot slippery cockhead pressing against her pussylips! No, he couldn't fuck her, not with that thing, not with that horribly long, thick cock! She squirmed her ass again, beating her fists against his chest, begging him to take it away.
Janie felt Jack shoving down, pressing his dickhead hard against her pussy. It was awful, horrible! The girl closed her eyes tightly. Snapping her head back, Janie let out a low, throaty growl as she arched her back. The pain, the pain! Slivers of glass-sharp agony shot through her pussy, making her writhe.
"Yeah, baby, come on, move that ass, move it," Jack grunted, his face red with the effort of fucking the virgin. He shook the sweat from his face and relaxed for a moment, tensing his thigh muscles once more and bearing down on the helpless blonde teen once more.
Again Janie threw her head back, her blonde hair splashing across her face and the base of her throat. She shouted out for him to stop, prayed God to give her strength, as she beat her fists against his hairy, sweaty chest as that horrible big thing screwed its way into her tight little fuckhole.
Tears rolled freely down her face as Janie twisted and wriggled under the big man. She had never felt such pain before in her life! God, it felt as if someone were knifing her between her legs!
Again Janie cried out, her body jerking from side to side as Jack tried to slip in another inch of his cock.
"Ugnhhhhh!"
"Shaddup!"
Looking up, Janie saw the back of his right hand coming down. She braced for the blow. His fist stung her cheeks, snapping her head to the left, making her head throb with the force of the slap. She sobbed, dazed and hurt, feeling her cuntal muscles relax just a bit. "Oooohhhh!"
The pain was nearly overwhelming. Once or twice Janie thought she was going to lose consciousness. But somehow she had managed to stay awake.
Jack was pushing harder, tearing back the tight inner muscles of her cunt. The pain became excruciating at this point. Her body trembled mightily as if she were having a fit. Her thunderous tits jiggled on her chest while her knees snapped hard against Jack's sides.
"Man, gonna . . . ughhh . . . gonna make it, baby. Gonna tear that fuckin' cherry of yours with my cockhead. And then it's gonna be clear sailin', bitch, clear sailin', " he said, taking in a deep breath.
Janie felt him leaning against her, his bear-like hands pinning her shoulders to the mattress while his thighs shoved down. His eyes were black and hard, filled with anger and sadism, as he shoved a third time.
"Oooooooooohh!" Janie bucked her ass back as far as she could, a shot of pain knocking the wind from her.
She breathed shallowly, rapidly, sounding as if she were about to go into cardiac arrest at any second! And then it happened! There was a tearing, ripping sensation somewhere deep in her belly. He had torn through, had broken past the thin membrane of her cherry and was sliding the rest of his prick into her.
Janie let out a cry of horror and surprise, her knees sagging apart, then jerking back, slamming hard against Jack's sides. She arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while her head snapped from side to side. More tears rolled from her eyes, leaking into her nostrils and mouth as she made raspy, gravelly sounds.
God, it had happened! She had lost her cherry, lost her virginity, her innocence to this animal. Lying there, panting heavily, feeling his fat prick slide into her hole and making her belly swell up as if she were pregnant, Janie wished she could die on the spot. She had been ruined forever, sullied by this animal. How would she ever be able to face her mother, her friends with the knowledge that she had been brutally raped!
"Ohhhhh!"
"Feel good, baby? Does my prick feel good sawin' away inside you?" Jack taunted.
"Ohhhhhh," Janie responded, not caring what he did to her now. She had been dragged through the mud already. There was little he could do or say that would make her feel any worse at this point.
"Come on, baby, come on and fuck with me. You can do it, 'specially since you've lost that fuckin' cherry," Jack said, reaching down and kneading her soft, resilient tits.
He was milking her tits, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and sighing when he watched those rubbery nubs grow a darker shade of red.
"Yeah, you don't wanna admit it, but you're goin' for it now, ain'tcha? Yeah, you want that fuckin', want it real bad, want me to play with your tits while I fuck the shit outta your goddamned pussy, right?"
"No, no, don't . . . don't do this to me! OH God, God, just leave me alone!" she wailed.
But Jack kept pistoning his prick in and out of her hole, the speed increasing as her juices and her muscles allowed his cock to slide back and forth with ease. In a moment Janie found that she was helping, actually helping him. Her thighs were shifting from side to side, brilliant electric-like flashes sending showers of sexual sparks into her hot cunt. She was turning on, getting hotter and hotter as Jack made sure his prick kept in constant contact with her clit.
"Ohhh, oohhhh!"
"That's it, baby. Work it on out. Come on, work it out 'til you shoot," Jack encouraged.
When her clit began to shiver, Janie tried to block out the pleasure she felt. No woman could feel pleasure having been brutally raped like this. It was impossible! No woman likes to be taken like this, taken like some piece of trash and thrown on the floor and stomped upon. But her feelings couldn't be denied in the end. Janie felt herself on the brink of a powerful orgasm. She was twisting and writhing on the bed, the balls of her feet banging against his lower back as Jack kept fucking her, his halls now slapping hard against her upturned buttocks. "Oh! Ohhh!"
A forbidden chilly fire raced up and down her cunt, making her pussy juice more and more. The room was filled with her grunts, his moans, and the wet slick sucking sound of his prick pounding into her furry fuckslit!
Janie felt her clit erecting with lust while her thighs and belly tightened. Jack was still playing with her tits, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers. They felt so big, so swollen! The tips ached so, the sensation increased by the maddening way he was toying with them!
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
Soon, soon she was going to cum, have her first big orgasm-with a stranger! The thought was mind-numbing and exciting at the same time. She was going to climax with this sexy animal. As much as it horrified her, it also pleased her. What was happening to her? Why was she thinking these awful thoughts, feeling these powerful sensations racing through her cunt and tits?
"Work it out, baby . . . ughhhhh . . . yeah, work it out 'cause I'm gonna dump my load in you pretty fuckin' fast. Yeah, gonna . . . gonna do it . . . do it now!"
His voice was throaty, uneven, raspy. Instinctively Janie knew he was ready to shoot. She had studied about how men shoot some sticky stuff in a girl. It was going to happen to her in a few seconds.
"Ooooohh!"
Janie felt Jack tense above her, felt his fingers press down hard against her chest. He threw back his head and let out an animal howl, his groin grounding against hers while his fat long dick jumped around inside her. He was cumming, shooting his load!
"Fuuuuucckkk!"
Janie's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she felt something very hot and wet spraying inside her. So this was how it felt to have a man cum inside her! The feeling was incredible, nothing like it in the world!
Janie let out a groan, dragging her nails over his back, hunching up against the big man and wagging her ass back and forth as if it were her tail.
"Unghhhhh!" Janie threw her head back once more, closing her eyes, giving in to the feeling overwhelming her cunt.
She was cumming, feeling her pussy explode into a million fiery pieces while all the breath shot from her lungs. Sucking in more oxygen to feed her twisting body, she screamed out her need, feeling the sting of his cum, the sting of her own orgasm as her cuntal muscles cramped and grabbed hold of Jack's spraying prick.
"Man, that's it! Baby, work it out, work out that fuckin' cum!"
Janie couldn't talk, couldn't do anything except buck and thrash on the mattress, her cunt split apart by his ten-inch cock. She rode him like a merry-go-round horse, slicking down his pole with her hot young juices.
"Fuck, fuck!" she cried, amazed that she used that horrible, dirty word.
Words didn't matter at this point, though. Nothing mattered except the power she felt unleashed between her legs. Bucking, crying out, Janie felt her asscheeks clench against the intrusion in her pussy. His cum burned, filling her cunt, triggering another series of orgasms that knocked the wind from her. That sexy eruption in her clit was more exciting and satisfying than anything she had ever known. It was impossible for her to control her emotions, her feelings at this point. She was spinning out of control, falling into an abyss of sensual feelings.
Her hips jerked up, shot back, then jerked up again, her cunt milking his spraying prick, the muscles gumming along the full length of Jack's cock. Her tits slapped together while her belly rippled and her cunt tightened again around his big cock.
"That's it. That's a good fuckin' virgin, baby, a good virgin!"
He was laughing at her now, mocking her as she rolled her ass from side to side. She didn't care what he said now. As more spasms rocked through her pussy, Janie raised her knees higher and bent her knees, the movement tightening her cunt. Jack responded by pounding his cock in again, reaming out her pussy once more.'
"Man, fuck it out, baby, fuck . . . it . . . out!"
Janie had no idea how long she'd thrashed around on the bed, debasing herself in front of this man. She never knew anything could be so pleasurable, so delightful while at the same time humiliating. Now that the major part of her orgasm was over, Janie lay there racked with guilt, wondering what on earth could have triggered her off like that.
"Took your fuckin' cherry, baby. Plucked it out and had a good time doin' it. And, man, the way you was movin' that tight little ass of yours showed me you dug it too, right?"
Jack slapped her asscheeks. That hard touch sent another electric shock racing to her clit, making Janie cry out with surprise. Her cuntal muscles gripped his slackening prick once more, holding tightly onto it while jizz oozed out of her pussy.
"Man, bet you could go on for all night. But I ain't got the time for it," Jack said, reluctantly pulling back and withdrawing his prick.
Janie moaned, feeling her slick elastic cunt walls collapsing behind the fat retreating head of his prick. He pulled free with a wet pop, shaking his head while still on his hands and knees.
"What is it?"
The door had squeaked open. Hank was standing there, running his fingers through his blond hair.
"The old lady called. Wanted to know if we seen her daughter," he said, nodding to the raped Janie lying lifelessly on the bed.
"What did you tell her?" Jack asked, climbing off the mattress and hitching up his pants.
"That you'd call her back," Hank said, rubbing his crotch and staring at Janie.
"Dumb shit," Jack muttered, brushing by his brother and slamming the door behind him.
"Looks like it's just you and me, sweet tits," Hank said, reaching down and opening his pants.
Janie heard the metallic slide of his zipper. She blinked open her eyes, turning her head and staring at a dick nearly as large as Jack's. Blond tufts of hair brushed around the fat base while a pair of fat nuts dangled from under his cock. Automatically her cunt went into spasms of fear as Hank shoved his Levi's down past his knees and walked to the bed.
"Naw, I ain't gonna have no sloppy seconds from my brother," he muttered, guessing what was going through Janie's head.
"Th-then you're going to let me go?" she whispered, hope filling her for the first time since her rape.
"You kiddin'? Not yet, baby, not 'til I've got my share of fun from you."
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling forward hard.
Janie screamed, feeling her body come to life once more. She scrambled up from her prostrate position, her hands beating at Hank's hand.
Hank pulled her from the cum-stained bed-sheets, yanking her off the bed. With a groan Janie found herself tumbling off the mattress, sprawling at his feet. He still had her by the hair and tugged up. She let out another scream, her eyelids fluttering, her scalp creasing with fear. Drawing her forward, he shoved her face against his boot, cutting her lip.
Janie groaned, licking the injured lip, tasting blood!
"Suck it, baby, suck it! Gimme good head!"
Suck cock? Was he out of his mind? Was he crazy? She wouldn't do it! Wouldn't lower herself to that level, to the level of a . . . a cocksucker!
Again Janie tried pulling away, but Hank held her tightly, snagging her hair in his fingers, jerking her up until her nose was pressed flat against his groin. She could smell his crotch, could smell the hot arousal of his cock and balls!
"Please!" Janie knew it was useless to beg. There was nothing in the world that would have stopped Jack from tearing away her cherry. And now there was nothing that would stop Hank from fucking her mouth. He was pulling on her hair, pulling it back so hard Janie thought he was going to tear it from her scalp. To ease the pain, Janie opened her mouth, opened it and gave Hank what he wanted. Yes, she would suck his prick, do anything to stop that awful mind-numbing pain searing her head.
"Better," he grunted, easing up on his hold.
Janie opened her eyes, staring cross-eyed at the fat purple cock head in front of her. Swallowing a lump of fear and revulsion the girl opened her mouth wide, bending her head back slightly. In a moment she felt the head of his cock brushing over her lower lip. Hank let his prick rest on her tongue for a second, then he shoved his cock halfway in.
Janie's cheeks puffed out, tears rolling down from her eyes while her face reddened. Strangled whistling sounds came from her nostrils, her eyes widening as she tried to gasp for breath. It was as if she were drowning! When she tried pulling back, however, Hank increased the pulling tension on her hair. Feeling the pain again in her scalp, Janie relented and let Hank do whatever he wanted to with her. She was helpless.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come on, baby, just don't sit there and take it. I wanna see some action, some of the action you showed my brother. Fuck, I could hear the two of you out there in the office. Surprised the fuckin' cops didn't come in and bust the joint. Now I wanna see you move, baby, move it for me like you did for that son-of-a-bitch!"
He pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing the spongy head over her forehead, then bringing it down to her eyes and sliding it over her lids. Janie trembled. What should she do? She'd never done this before and suddenly this man was demanding horrible, awful things of her!
"Come on, baby, come on, start lickin' that thing. Come on, lick it like it was candy!" Hank insisted, bending his knees and shoving his hairy groin into her face.
Janie gagged, swallowing again. There was nothing she could do! Reluctantly she opened her mouth again, sticking out her tongue, pushing her face forward. She started licking over his piss-slit, sliding her tongue back, back along the ridged underside toward his balls.
Hank directed her, groaning every now and then, rubbing her hair and warning her that if she tried something stupid like biting him or squeezing his balls his brother would be in quickly and would kick her senseless. Janie was sure of the threat and pushed any such ideas from her head.
"Yeahhhhh, that's it, baby, move that fuckin' tongue, move it . . . ughhhh, great, great head, baby, good head!" Hank sighed.
Janie was giving him feathery touches with her tongue, sliding her lips back, back until they were touching his swinging balls. The big man was going crazy, nearly losing his balance twice while his body rocked slowly from side to side. He was telling her how to lick him, how to move her tongue back and forth along his dick until she was lapping him like a dog.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, that's it!"
Janie wasn't sure how some girls could like this. It was awful, debasing. At best she had been able to do it without gagging or retching. Perhaps it was because she had just cum so violently.
"Jesus!"
He had her drag her tongue up to the groove on the underside of his cockhead, dig it into his pisshole, then pull it back, trailing the tip down to his tightening balls once more.
"Man, that's it, baby, that's it . . . fuckin' best head I've had in a long time!"
Hank kept grunting with satisfaction, sawing his hips from side to side. Soon, the young mechanic couldn't take the teasing any more. He pulled his prick out, held her head between both hands and forced her lips open wide. Centering his prickhead, he shoved in, pushing back, back until he could feel the back of her throat shoving hard against his cock.
He was knocking the wind from her, blocking off her air passage with his cock! Janie's face turned a bright red as she twisted helplessly under him, clawing at his chest, his thighs.
Finally he relented, drawing his cock back a few inches, letting Janie take in more air to keep herself from falling unconscious. When he thought she was better, Hank started fucking her mouth in earnest.
It was going to happen all over again. She was going to take another man in her body, have him cum-but this time it would be in her mouth! Already she could taste something very salty, something very bleachy coating her mouth, her tongue and lips. It made her swallow, the cum coating her throat, her belly.
"Man, go for it, go for it!" Hank cried, his voice sounding strained.
Janie felt his fingers fanning out on the sides of her head, felt them pressing down so hard she thought he would crush her skull. She flicked her tongue wildly up and down his dick, curling it around the sensitive grooved side, hoping he would cum soon! Her jaws were sore from being pried wide. Frothy drool oozed from the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin.
It was awful, terrible to be like this, having her mouth filled with prickmeat!
Rolling her eyes up, Janie saw his chest rising and falling faster and faster. His head was tilted back, his mouth open and gagging sounds coming from it. He was going to cum, shoot off in her mouth! Janie's mind whirled around and around, hardly able to understand what was going on. That bloated, purple prick hammering against the back of her throat was about to blow its load. She knew it, sensed it. She could hear Hank calling her all sorts of names, his grip on her skull growing unbearably tight. And then . . .
"Unghhhhh . . . fuckkkkk!" Hank screamed.
He was cumming, blowing his load into her mouth. He told her to suck it, to swallow all of his jizz as more and more of the bleach-flavored stuff spattered against the back of her throat. It was like swallowing slime!
Several times Janie tried to pull away, yank her head from the big man. But he held her firmly pressed against his crotch, rubbing his balls against her chin, filling her mouth with his white-hot jizz until it started bubbling past her cheeks and hanging down in strings from her chin.
"Ohhhh yeah, baby! Yeah, good head. Fuck, it was worth waitin' for a cunt like you," Hank said, smoothing his fingers over her cheeks.
He pulled his cock from her mouth in a while, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips, then stepping back.
Janie turned her head to one side and spat out a mixture of spit and jizz into the dirty wooden floor. Holding her belly, she tried to keep her cool, tried to keep from retching. These animals had violated her in every way possible. She knelt by the bed, wishing she could die.
Janie fell back against the bed, resting her head against the dirty mattress, feeling the cum still bubbling out of her pussy. She ached, ached mentally and physically. She just wanted to get away from Hank and Jack. Tears of shame streaked her face now as she thought of how Jack had fucked her, of how she had tossed her hips up to him, wagging her ass from side to side, begging him for more cock. And her performance with Hank? That had been shameless! She had sucked him dry, had let him fuck her mouth until her jaws ached. She turned her head and spat once more, still tasting the salty flavor of his hot cum!
"Come on. We gotta get her dressed and home. Her old lady's real worried. Even talked about callin' the cops when I told her we ain't seen the bitch for a while," Jack said a little worried.
"And not a peep outta you, understand? Don't want your mama all upset, now, do you?" Hank said, reaching down and hauling Janie up.
Janie leaned back, bracing herself. How would her mother react to this kind of story, the story of her own daughter's rape? The girl shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her arms. She didn't even want to think of it.
"You gotta sneak in, I guess. She's gonna be askin' you all kind of questions and you'd better change your fuckin' clothes," Jack said, throwing her torn skirt and blouse at her.
Janie took the garments, examining them, feeling more tears rolling down her cheeks. She had put them on this morning so happy, so innocent. She was going to help her mother out, going to be a big girl. Little did she know that those same clothes would be torn from her body and cast aside while two men fucked her silly! Janie sobbed, hugging the torn skirt and blouse to her body.
"Come on, get dressed and get the fuck outta this place. And remember, don't you tell your old lady nothin', " Jack warned.
Janie nodded tearfully, starting to put on her panties. It would be so hard, so difficult to hide something like this from her mother. But she would have to. This couldn't get out into the neighborhood, into the school, or even to her mother! Janie would never be able to show her face again!
Brush her hair away from her face, Janie dressed slowly, her arms aching, her legs cramped, her pussy still throbbing with pain and delight from her most recent fuck. No, no one must ever know about her brutal fucking here in the garage.
Back at Janie's home Laura Weathers waited impatiently for her daughter's return. Holding the tall vodka collins in her hand, she pressed the cold glass against her lips, staring through the lace curtains into the empty street in front. She had called the garage and Jack Barrington had said Janie left over an hour ago. She felt her pulse quickening. There were so many things going on in the streets of Los Angeles now, things that made it unsafe for a girl like Janie to walk around. Still it was afternoon. Surely no one would try anything.
Laura turned from the window and took another swallow of her drink. Janie was the only thing she had to live for now that Brad was gone! Yes, she knew she should go out, get a job, meet new friends, meet a man. A man! How her daughter had tried several times to get her to go out, date, find a man! How could anyone compare to Brad, his love-making, the way he used to hold her in bed, slide his prick in, drive her wild with the way he fucked her while shoving his tongue down her throat and playing with her tits. He had a way of stimulating all parts of her body at once! There was nothing lacking, nothing shabby about the way he made love. How could she so possibly find someone as considerate and passionate as her late husband?
But lately Laura had noticed that her cunt was missing the touch of a man. There were some nights when she lay in bed and thought of men-thought about the way they felt when they crawled on top of her, about the way they touched her thighs, played with her tits while their cocks slid up and down her belly!
Laura moaned, tilting her head up and taking another swallow of the burning liquor. Yes, that was her consolation now-drinking, something she knew her daughter disapproved of. But would Janie approve of her dragging men home every night, keeping them in the bedroom to all hours while she fucked her brains out? She doubted it. The memory of her father was still strong in her daughter.
Still she could sneak out, find a man who had an apartment and . . .
"Ohhhhh . . . "
It was no good. She would be sneaking out, acting like a teenager. There had to be some other way, some way she could satisfy the awful feelings in her cunt without arousing her daughter's suspicion.
Laura laughed, getting up from the couch once more and walking slowly to the front window. She was worried about her daughter, worried about Janie looking disapprovingly on her actions as she had worried about her mother's reactions whenever she went out on a date. How strange! "Ummmmm!"
It was happening again! Even now as she waited anxiously for her daughter it was happening. As she walked, the friction of her cuntlips over her swollen clit had become excruciating.
Laura caught her breath, steadying herself against the front window! What on earth was she going to do with herself? How could she keep on living alone, not doing anything while her cunt burned and throbbed like this? She needed a man, perhaps several of them, lots and lots of men, all climbing up to her bedroom with stiff cocks, waiting to satisfy her.
Shaking her head, Laura finished her drink and concentrated on her daughter. Where on earth could Janie be? She never stayed away from home too long without calling first.
Again Laura peered through the lace curtains, hoping she would catch a glimpse of her daughter coming down the street.
"Janie?"
She thought she heard the back door open, was it her imagination?
Footsteps! Someone was in the house, sneaking toward the bedroom.
Turning, Laura held her breath, wondering if she should run for the front door and try to escape. Was it a burglar, a rapist? Her heart skipped a beat, her flesh crawling with fear as she slid one foot in front of the other hesitantly.
Reaching the hallway, Laura peered down the corridor and saw someone walking toward the back bathroom.
"Janie?"
The shadowy figure stopped.
"Hi, Mom. Just came in. I have to go to the John and . . . " Janie couldn't lie. She stood there staring at the bathroom door. If only she had been a little more quiet; if only she had moved more quickly, had made it to the bathroom. There she could have changed her clothes, showered. She wanted to wash, get that awful grease smell off her flesh, wash out the cum from her pussy and mouth!
"Janie, what's wrong?"
Laura felt her heart stop. She approached her daughter who was still hidden in the shadows. From this distance the woman could tell Janie's skirt was torn, her blouse in tatters.
Laura dropped the glass from her hand, the ice cubes scattering on the floor. Holding one hand to her mouth, she fought down a scream. She knew what had happened to her daughter. She had been raped! Someone had raped her little girl!
"Oh my God, Janie!"
"Mama, I . . . I'm sorry," Janie stammered, the words choking in her throat.
Janie turned around and fell into her mother's arms, sobbing hysterically.
Laura managed to calm her anger, reassuring her daughter, stroking her hair while leading her gently back to her bedroom. Undressing the sobbing girl, Laura noticed the marks, the several welts around her buttocks and thighs, the marks on her tits and chest.
Time and time again Laura wanted to ask her daughter more questions, interrogate Janie to find out what exactly happened.
But the moment she brought it up, Janie went into hysterics, her arms flailing in front of her, her legs kicking at the bed. Laura couldn't upset her more, couldn't do something like phone the police although she wanted to. Laura knew the cops would leer at Janie, ask her all sorts of horrible questions, and then probably do nothing about it.
During the next two hours, she bathed her daughter, kept quiet except for one or two casual questions. By the end of that time, Laura was certain it had been the Barrington brothers who had raped Janie. Those mechanics, those animals!
Laura bit her lower lip, hiding her feelings from Janie. Tucking Janie into bed and waiting until she was asleep, Laura tip-toed from the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She stood in the hall for what seemed like hours, unsure of what to do next.
Then, squaring her shoulders, she marched down the hall to her bedroom, opening one of the bureau drawers and pulling out a gun that had belonged to her late husband. She had fired it several times at the local range since her husband's death. She would fire it now at the Barringtons. They deserved it, deserved bullets in the heads.
Shutting the drawer, Laura shoved the pistol into her purse. Quietly she left the house, checking on Janie one more time before slipping out. The car. Of course they would be expecting her to pick it up shortly. They had told her the oil had been changed and they were just finishing up on the lube job. Changed the oil! They had been busy raping and beating her daughter! She would show them, show them they couldn't take something dear to her and destroy it!
Laura stepped outside, hugging her purse. She walked down the street. Turning the corner, Laura saw the station where her car was. She stopped, inhaled a deep breath, felt the pistol with her free hand. No, she wasn't going to back down. They deserved this, deserved it fully.
Holding her head up, Laura continued walking toward the station, feeling excited, exhilarated by her decision to shoot the Barrington brothers.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was nearly five when Laura walked into the service station. She slipped into the small front office, feeling the gun in her purse again, waiting for the last customer to leave the pumps outside. In the garage she saw her car, apparently finished-just as finished as these pigs would be in a few moments.
Jack was the first one to spot her, nudging his brother in the elbow, then wiping his hands clean with an old rag and heading into the office. He was smiling.
Laura trembled with hatred, composing herself just in time to return a pleasant smile. She opened her purse.
"Your car's ready, ma'am," Jack said, continuing to wipe his hands while eyeing her up and down.
Laura felt a shiver of revulsion run up and down her spine. This was one of the animals who had raped her daughter. And there he stood in front of her, studying her as if he had plans for her body as well!
"My bill?" Laura asked, barely able to keep still. She wanted both brothers in here.
Hank was outside turning off the pumps, checking the fuel levels and cleaning up the lot.
"Yeah, in my office back here. I'll get it," Jack said, giving her another look before throwing the rag down and disappearing through the rear door.
Laura opened her purse and pulled out the revolver. It would be quick, easy. She had to avenge her daughter, punish the Barringtons for their crime.
Glancing outside, she saw Hank ambling toward the office, stuffing a dirty cleaning rag in his back pocket. It would be quick, fatal. Jack was coming in from the back door. It was almost too easy, she thought.
She felt her heart pounding rapidly, felt her flesh tingling with excitement. Backing into one corner where she could cover both doors, Laura hid the gun in the folds of her dress, her fingers tightening around the grip as she waited for Jack and Hank to appear.
"Hi! My brother's . . . "
"In the back," Laura finished for Hank.
At that point Jack appeared, holding a wrinkled sheet of paper in front of him. He was studying the figures as he walked into the office.
"Okay, it looks like about forty dollars with the air filter change and-"
"Just don't move," Laura said, her voice trembling as she pulled the pistol out and aimed it first at Hank, then Jack. She felt a rush of power course through her veins.
"What the . . . " Jack whispered, his eyes widening as he found himself looking down the barrel.
"Just don't move, don't say a word," Laura demanded, waving the gun at Hank. "You, you get over with your damned brother, the two of you get inside."
"Come on, lady, I don't understand what's goin' on," Hank said, laughing nervously, his eyes focused on the small but deadly automatic.
"My daughter this afternoon. Does that give you two a clue?" Laura said, her voice trembling. God, how she hated these men! It was all she could do to keep from pulling the trigger. But she knew she had to do it away from the office.
Jack looked at Hank, then back at Laura. "I don't know what you're talkin' about. Now if you just sit down and talk about it maybe . . . " He moved toward Laura.
"Don't come this close," she said, her eyes narrowing as she aimed the pistol squarely at his head.
Jack stopped, squaring his shoulders and backing down.
"Now, slowly, just turn and move into the back room."
The two brothers looked at one another and started walking toward the back office. Laura knew she had to be careful.
"Now listen, lady, I don't know what your daughter told you, but nothing happened here," Jack said as they stepped into the small room.
"How I want to do this," Laura said, pointing the gun first at Hank and feeling her finger tighten around the trigger.
Jack moved like lightning, his right hand dropping down fast and slamming against her wrist.
Laura cried out, the pistol flying from her hand and clattering to the tiled floor.
"No!" she screamed.
"Get the fuckin' gun!" Jack shouted, grabbing Laura by both wrists and holding her at arm's length from him.
Laura was frantic, twisting her body from side to side, snarling like a beast as she tried to kick him in the groin. Twice she bent her knees, jerking her legs out. But Jack twisted his body to one side.
"No, no, no!" Laura groaned.
She had failed. And now she was at their mercy. What were they going to do, call the police, sign a complaint against her? How would she be able to explain her actions without giving away the terrible secret of her daughter's humiliation?
"She's feisty, all right," Hank said, slipping the gun into the top desk drawer and locking it in. "Just about as feisty as her daughter."
Laura stopped her struggling for a moment, peering through the blonde hair covering her face.
"Then . . . then you admit it," she gasped, her fingers curling into two fists.
"Yeah, we tapped your daughter today," Jack said, his smile curling into an evil leer. "But man, she wanted it bad. She couldn't keep her fuckin' ass still once I stuck my cock in her cunt. She was movin' that ass around like a real whore. You teach her that, mama?
You teach your daughter how to fuck a man right?"
"No, no! You . . . you bastards! You did this to her, you made her like that!" Laura screamed, throwing her head back and letting out a howl for help.
"Gag 'er! Don't want the cops comin' in and findin' the bitch. We gotta teach her a lesson-just like we did with the daughter. But this one's gonna be a little tougher. We can do it, though," Jack said.
Hank moved behind her. Laura could hear him opening a can. In a moment she felt something sliding into her mouth. God, it was awful, tasting of grease and gasoline! She gagged, twisting her body, jerking her head, trying to spit out the horrible cloth!
"Tape it!"
Hank used a roll of adhesive tape, pulling out a long strip and winding the white tape around her head twice, securing the rag tightly in her mouth.
"Now, baby, we're gonna see if the same-kinda heat's runnin' through you that runs through your fuckin' daughter," Jack said, still holding her by the wrists.
Laura sagged in his grip for a moment, feeling exhausted by her futile attempts to escape. They had her trapped, trapped with no one knowing where she was. Janie was asleep and probably would sleep for hours considering her ordeal.
"Yeah, she's gonna be hot, real hot. Let's fuck her before we try any of that other shit, okay?" Hank asked.
Jack nodded, tightening his fingers around her wrists. He jerked her up to his body, rubbing his groin against her crotch, pushing her arms behind her and shoving his face down against hers.
Laura could smell the tobacco and stale beer on his breath. So this is how it had been for her daughter-both men fucking her, both of them tormenting her while she was at home sipping her cocktail! Laura felt sick to her stomach.
"You ain't gonna think about nothin' 'cept my dick when we finish with you, baby. Ain't gonna be nothin' in your mind except fuckin'. "
They hauled her back, behind the desk, through another door.
Laura kicked and twisted, screaming through the spit-soaked gag. She was helpless, unable to fight for herself, unable to save herself from these animals! Again and again she jerked, trying to pull herself free.
But it was impossible.
They shoved her through the door into another room where she saw a bed, still crumpled from Janie's rape.
"We got your fuckin' daughter there. It's kinda right that we're gonna fuck her mother in the same place," Jack said, twisting her arm.
Laura screamed again, twisting her body, jerking out one leg and trying to kick him in the groin.
"Yeah, she's gonna be a real mover. Bet you she's gonna heat up once we start fuckin' her," Hank said.
"See if we can get her goin' now," Jack answered, pinning her arms behind her more tightly and spinning her around.
Laura felt him hunching into her ass, holding her so hard that her shoulders ached from the pressure. Hank was in front of her, rubbing his fingers up and down the front of his Levi's. She saw a long, tube-like protrusion pushing out his fly.
They were going to fuck her, both of them were going to fuck her! God couldn't be that cruel. He wouldn't let someone like the Barringtons do this to her, not when the same thing had happened to her daughter.
"That's right, mama, go on and try to get the fuck away. We're right here, we're gonna catch you, catch you and rope you just like we did with your daughter," Hank said, stepping in front of her.
Laura was too tired to fight back at this point. She stood there, her knees weakening, feeling Jack's hunching motions behind her, feeling his fingers still holding her hands prisoner and shoving them against her lower back.
Hank stared into her eyes for a moment, then dropped his hands and curled his fingers around the hem of her blue cotton dress. The frightened woman moaned through her gag, feeling the material edge up past her knees, up, up until it was around her waist. She saw Hank's eyes widen, felt one hand trailing along the nylon of her panties. He was pressing the silky material against her warm flesh, rubbing it over her cuntlips. Back and forth, back and forth it went, his fingers pressing the material into her fuckslot and rubbing it against the hollows and bumps of her cunt.
Laura was beginning to respond to that subtle silky friction! No, no, it was unthinkable that she would react that way. But it was true! Closing her eyes, trying to fight back the feelings in her pussy-she was turning on!
A shiver of delight rushed up and down her thighs, a shiver like the one she'd felt earlier this afternoon when she thought of her husband, when she fantasized about picking up men in strange bars and taking them home for a night's fuck.
"Hey, man, think she's gettin' turned on. Yeah," Hank said, his lips curled into a cynical smile. "The broad's gettin' good and hot down there. She came in here to blow us away, and now she's turnin' on to us. Ain't that a pile 'a shit!"
"Just like her daughter," Jack said, laughing cynically. "A fuckin' bunch of sluts, or whores!"
The words burned her pride. Laura wished she could pull her hands free, tear their eyes out with her bare fingers. But Jack had her gripped too tightly. Instead she could only stand there and be ravaged by these men.
She felt her flesh crawl with pleasure as Jack held her tightly, rubbing his body against hers. Then one hand slid down for a moment, just for a moment. There was the sound of an opening zipper, then the feel of something-of a cock pressing into her ass!
"Ohhh, mama, mama, your daughter can't hold a candle to you," Hank commented, rubbing her pussy, then sliding his fingers up and curling them around the waistband of her panties.
Laura felt him sliding down her panties, shoving them to her knees! She cried out, jerking her head from side to side, her eyes closed tightly while tears rolled down her cheeks. This wasn't right, wasn't right at all! She couldn't be turning on to these vile men!
Again she tried kicking out at them, tried twisting free. But it seemed that her strength to resist was disappearing, fading under her rising sexuality. What she was concentrating on now, it seemed, was that sliding prick pumping against her asscheeks. It was almost as if Jack were trying to get into her asshole!
"Let's see just how hot you are," Hank said, slipping the panties off her feet, then standing back up again.
Laura saw an arm flash out and down. Then there was the feel of his fingers caressing her outer thighs, sliding in, in until he was touching her cuntal hairs! A man touching her like that! It had been so long, so long since any man had done that.
Laura let her head fall back, let herself flow with the electric feeling for a moment as his fingers trailed along the hot, rubbery edges of her pussy. Images of her husband flashed through her mind as she felt Hank slip one finger, then two into her fuck slot.
"Hear that, man? She was moanin', moanin' like a bitch in heat," Hank whispered.
"Yeah, man, don't know if we can keep her from comin' too fast-like her daughter. You know your fuckin' daughter kept comin' and comin'? Wonder if it's somethin' in the family. Sure hope so," Jack taunted.
Hank slid his hands up and down some more, twisting his fingers around her pussy until Laura thought she would go out of her mind. Her knees buckled and she rested heavily against Jack's chest. She felt ripples of delight rush through her cunt, felt more juice seeping from her hole, slicking down her thighs.
There was no way she could disguise how she was feeling, how she was reacting to this horrible foreplay. They knew she was hot, ready to fuck, ready to fuck the men who had raped her own daughter! Laura almost laughed hysterically as she thought of the sick act she was about to perform. Her feet shuffled along the slick floor as Jack kept hunching his cock against her ass.
"Wooooooo! Feel that grip. She's sure fuckin' hot to me," Hank said.
"Yeah, I gotta have some of that leg when she's fuckin' me, man. Her daughter went crazy the second I slipped my cock into her. Probably the old lady's gonna go into convulsions or somethin', " Jack joked.
Laura moaned again as she felt his fingers inch around her burning pussy. Her nipples were driving her crazy, getting long and hard, while her flesh tingled and crawled with Hank's touch.
The gun, her revenge, the thought of killing the Barringtons, were all fading away into space. Now she was thinking about her cunt, about all the fantasies she had been having the past few months. Now she thought about cock, prickmeat, those horrible men surrounding her and what they wanted to do. She shivered with delight and fear as Hank kept twisting his fingers around and around in her cunt.
"Ungnhhhh!"
She jerked back, the cords sticking from her neck. Sweat dampened her clothes, making them stick uncomfortably to her flesh.
"She's tight, man, tight as I ever felt. Shit, she probably ain't been fucked in a long time," Hank said, his lips revealing the pleasure he felt in screwing her with his hand. "Feel me checkin' you out, baby? Feel good, havin' them fingers reamin' out your pussy?"
"Hey, man," Jack laughed. "She's pushin' away from your hand and it's about to make me shoot all over her fuckin' ass."
"We got somethin' good goin'. Now she's shovin' onto my hand like she wanted it up her cunt all the time. That's just what I been givin' her now. Not as good as a dick, is it, baby? But me and my brother's gonna get that problem taken care of."
"Man, oh man," Jack groaned.
With each movement she felt Hank sliding his fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt. The juice was running so thick from her hole it was coating her thighs with the pungent-smelling dew.
"Shit, she's juicin' like crazy. Man, you must really be hot, baby, if you got it comin' outta you this way," Hank whispered.
"What's the matter, baby? Didn't you get any fuckin' the past year?" Jack asked, circling her with one arm and squeezing her tits.
Laura could feel her nipples mashing in, being pinched through her bra. The strength of Jack's hand made her want to rub her tits against him. But she shook off that thought for the moment, holding still, letting him rub her.
"Sweet ass, sweet everything. Yeah, it's gonna be real good havin' my dick in her. Come on, let's get this show on the road," Jack said, pulling Laura back toward the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Laura groaned through the gag again, feeling Jack propel her backward. Hank had unbuttoned her dress and torn it from her shoulders, casting it behind him. As her naked ass slipped across Jack's cock, she felt him hunching into her again, trying to get his dick between her legs. She found herself shifting slightly, letting his cockhead work between her smooth thighs and inch in toward her asshole, over her pussy.
It had been so long, so long since she had felt that touch, the touch of a hard, hot dick. It made her shiver with delight, made her forget about everything except her hot, aching cunt and the pricks out there eager and ready to satisfy it!
"Oohooohhhh!"
Jack had moved in front of her now, knocking his brother out of the way.
Laura felt him pushing her back, back, her legs hitting the edge of the bed. They fell back together, his arms locked tightly around her waist. Laura hit the bed, the force of her fall knocking the wind from her. When she shook herself from her daze, she felt him twisting and grinding on top of her, his knees shoving her thighs apart. In a moment his cock was shoving up toward her slippery cuntlips.
"Mmmmmfff!" Laura jerked her head back, pressing into the soft mattress while she wiggled her hips like a sex-crazed maniac. Fucking. Fucking. She was going to be fucked, going to be feeling a man fucking his dick into her cunthole for the first time in many years! She should be horrified, should be doing everything she could to knock him away. Now she could probably knock him in the groin, smash his balls with her knee.
But Laura didn't want to do that, didn't want to destroy the thing that was going to take care of her aching, throbbing pussy. How differently she was reacting to these men! She had wanted to destroy them, and still one part of her mind held onto that fact. But now she was embracing them, opening her body to them willingly, anxiously. How strange it all was!
"Christ, 'baby, you ain't had no dick for a fuckin' long time," Jack confirmed, wriggling his hips from side to side.
"Hey, brother, you'd better take it easy or you're gonna cum all over her."
"Man, can't stop," Jack grunted. "She's more of a fuckin' turn-on than her bratty kid."
"Unnghhhh!" Laura groaned.
Jack flicked his tongue into her ear, telling her he was going to cum in her now. It was awful thinking that he was going to be dumping his sperm in her pussy, filling her with his jizz the way he had filled her daughter's cunt.
"Man, makin' it . . . uughhhh!"
Laura felt his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt. She felt him shoving his hairy groin up hard against hers, felt his balls slapping against her ass. Her feet banged against his hard-muscled sides with each thrust of his rod. She knew from the way he was hunching that it would only be a few more strokes before he shot up her pussy.
"Get it on, man!" Hank encouraged from behind him.
"Now, gonna . . . ughhhhhhh, fuck, this bitch's too much, man! She's better . . . ooooohhh . . . better'n the daughter."
Laura wanted to scream, but the filthy rag muffled her cries. She heard him moan as he shoved his cock up as far as he could get it. His balls tightened, then started pumping knots of creamy jizz into her pussy.
Laura felt him starting to shoot into her cunt. She arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. More and more cum filled her, spattered into her sucking hole. It was good, so good feeling his cum inside her. If only she could cum with him, could reach climax at the same time!
"Mmmmmghhhr"
Laura felt her cunt wrapped tightly around his thick prick, milking it, working all the hot jizz from it. Her clit was erect. She felt Jack shuddering on top of her, holding frantically onto her for a few more seconds and then relaxing his grip. The cock-shooting stopped. He was through with her for the moment.
"Too fuckin' much, man. I ain't fucked somethin' this hot for . . . what do you think, about four hours, right?"
The brothers laughed.
"Come on, let's get her bra off. I wanna suck them tits while I fuck her," Hank said. "Didn't get a chance to shove my dick up her daughter's hole. This is my big chance, huh?"
"Yeah, she's good and hot and ready for you. I broke her in."
Hank had pulled off her bra easily, whistling appreciatively at her firm thirty-six-inch tits. Laura hadn't gone to pot like many women of her age. Her tits were still firm, unblemished, attractive.
"Baby, it's gonna be like with your fuckin' daughter," Hank said, his eyes widening as he smoothed his fingers over her body. "When we get through with you, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore on your fuckin' body."
Laura could smell the sweaty, heavy odor of fucking in the small room. The scent of sweat and cunt juice acted as an aphrodisiac for her. She inhaled sharply, letting out a groan as she felt the hardness of Hank's body pressing on her. He circled his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him, hunching into her. She could feel his cock shoving up against her body just a few inches above her pussy. God, it was sooooo good!
"Bet she don't wanna shoot us now, man," Hank said, mouthing her tits. "Bet the only thing she wants to see shootin' all fuckin' night is our cocks."
It was true. It was so true! Her body had betrayed her, had turned her into a fucking machine.
"Take this damned gag off!" Hank reached up and yanked the tape off her head, making Laura cry out in pain as he tore off some strands of hair with the adhesive. She spat out the rag, coughing and gagging for a moment, spitting out to one side the foul mixture of gasoline and spit that had been choking her.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, you ain't gonna be cryin' out for help now."
He pulled her head back and shoved his mouth down onto hers. For a second she thought of biting his tongue. But then that touch, that rubbing of his mouth against hers, of his tongue searching sensuously, took over her thoughts. She wiggled under him, loving the way his head pressed down against hers, the way his lips crushed hers and worked back and forth.
In a moment Laura could feel his cockhead jabbing at her pussy. He shoved forward harder and worked his prick right into her pussy. She groaned into his mouth, fighting back with her tongue, loving the sensation of having something thick and long piercing her cunt again, shoving aside the itchy, tender tissues and squirming its way into her fuckslot.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
Laura felt his shaft hit the load of cum from his brother's cock. In and in his cock slid, the thickness and hardness thrilling her cuntal walls. His cock was spreading her wide open, sending showers of delight sparking from her clit.
"Man, oh man, she's a fuckin' whore."
"No, no . . . "
"Man, you want me to stop now? You want me to take it out and leave you like this?" Hank taunted.
"No, no, no!"
She was begging them for a fuck, actually begging them to fuck her, to keep their cocks inside her! And all this after she had been determined to kill them for her daughter's sake! Her former thoughts mocked her as she wiggled and squirmed under Hank, impaled by his cunt-splitting dick.
"Unghhhhh . . . " Laura moaned.
"Take it, baby, take my cock, take it 'til you fuckin' choke on it!"
She felt his tight-skinned meat sliding in and out, sawing through her pussy on a film of his brother's cum mixed with her flowing juices. How good it was to feel his ass shoving down hard, sending his hard hunk of cockmeat steaming in and out of her pussy. He was making his prick slide in and out as fast as he could.
His fucking thrusts knocked the wind out of her. It was good, so maddeningly good. Chilly flashes of delight shot through her pussy. She was getting close, so very, very close to climax!
"Want more, baby? Want more cock up your cunt?"
"More . . . want . . . want more . . . ughhh!"
Laura felt her cuntal sheath tighten up around Hank's prick, squeezing his cock as it fucked into her. She could feel the fat head of his cock as it worked its way in, down into the depths of her body. Her cuntal muscles clamped down, cinching tightly around his pistoning shaft. It was starting. It was beginning-her wild, mind-blasting orgasm was starting! I "Oooohhh!"
Laura found herself gripping the big man tightly around his shoulders, pulling him down onto her while scissoring her legs tightly around him.
Jack watched from behind, amused at her frantic efforts to cum at the same time as his brother.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Laura couldn't believe the fury that was unleashed in her cunt at that moment. Pitching on the bed, her fingers curled, nails scratching across Hank's broad back, Laura pounding her thighs up, grinding her crotch against his big balls, wanting to feel his cock jerking inside her, spilling his cum into her sucking hole.
Cum! Cum! It was the most beautiful word in the world. Cumming! She wanted to fuck all night, all night while her daughter slept safely at home.
"Cummmmm!" she screamed, tearing her mouth away from Hank's and letting out frantic gasps and whimpers.
And then it came, came with the fury of an atomic bomb! Laura felt her hot, sore, stretched cunt explode. Her climax came on so strong she nearly passed out. Again and again she sucked in air with wheezing gasps, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head.
Her clit throbbed and beat so hard the woman thought it was coming loose. Her pussy walls trembled, then cramped, gumming down hard on the pistoning of his cockshaft. That sensation, that wild sensation of having her pussy being filled with jizz, sent her off into another series of clitoral spasms. Cum! Cum! It was the best feeling in the world!
"Unghhhhh!" Laura arched her back once more, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress, digging her heels against the sheets while clawing at Hank's back.
Again and again she threw her head back, pounding it against the bed as the wonderful spasms raced through her pussy. It was so hard to breathe, so hard to suck in enough oxygen to fill her lungs, as the brain-splitting orgasm kept on.
"Fuck it out, baby, come on . . . man, she ain't had enough dick for years! She's gettin' it now," Hank groaned, wriggling his hips from side to side, stirring his still-hard dick around in her cunt like a giant spoon.
"Ohhhh!"
The spasms were dying away, ebbing, as the big mechanic on top of her collapsed and gently fingered her tits. Laura turned her head away, blinking away the tears that still welled up in her eyes. She had done the most awful thing in her life. She had invited these men to fuck her, dragged them in, writhing and twisting like a hellcat the moment they stuck their filthy cocks into her cunt.
"Nice fuck, baby, good fuckin', " Hank moaned, pulling his cock out of her.
Laura covered her face with one hand, feeling the awful shame and guilt of having been fucked like that. But it had felt so good, so wonderfully good! They had both reamed her out, had both filled her with their dicks. Somehow the woman knew she would have no need of dreams or fantasies this afternoon.
Then she thought of Janie-her poor daughter, ravaged by these men, mocked by so them, then turned out like some piece of used goods.
Again she looked at Hank and Jack and felt a surge of hatred shoot through her. How could she have let them touch her like that, fuck her so brutally and loved them for it? She had to have lost her mind for a while.
While Hank was still on her, she struck at him, drawing her sharp nails across his cheeks and screaming.
"Animal!"
"Ughhh!" Hank reeled back, covering his injured cheek with one hand and falling off the bed.
Jack sprung into action, rushing past his dazed brother and striking Laura hard across the right cheek. The force of that blow dazed the angry woman, snapping her head to one side and sending her crashing back onto the bed.
"Ohhhh!" Laura gasped.
"Stupid bitch. Let's show her what we do to dumb bitches," Hank growled.
Laura lay on the bed, sobbing, covering her face once more with both hands. She had failed, failed miserably. She had meant to avenge her daughter and had only managed to disgrace herself in front of the very men who had destroyed Janie.
Now Laura lay sprawled on that filthy bed, the very same bed her daughter had been violated on! Cum bubbled from her cunt, oozing down her thighs, wetting the dirty, damp sheet beneath her ass. She moaned, wondering what new horror the men had in store for her.
"Try this on for size, baby."
Laura heard the tremor in Jack's voice. Raising her head slightly from the bed, she looked and saw him standing in front of the bed holding a piece of rope.
"Oh no, no, not . . . not that!"
Bondage. That's what had happened to her daughter. She remembered the marks on Janie's ass, the scars on her thighs and her wrists. They had tied her up and beaten her. This couldn't happen to her. She wouldn't let it, wouldn't let it happen again, not here.
"Come on!" Jack screamed.
She shrank back, holding her hands tightly pressed to her tits.
Jack climbed onto the sagging bed, stretched out one hand and grabbed her wrists.
"Fight it, baby, and I'll knock your teeth all over this place."
She saw the look in his eyes, knew he meant business. Swallowing hard, Laura turned away, holding her wrists together in front of her while the big man bound them together, securing them with a tight figure-eight knot.
"Come on."
He was sliding back, tugging her by the wrists, pulling her off the bed. Laura slipped her legs over the side and stood up, feeling so naked, so vulnerable there in the small room. Her tits rose up and down on her heaving chest as she looked from brother to brother, wondering what they had in store for her.
"Gonna go all the way with this one," Jack said, smirking at her.
He ran his fingers down her tits, stopping at her nipples, tweaking them until the woman let out a tiny cry.
"Come out into the bay. We're gonna have ourselves a little fun."
He led her from the small room, past the office where she had first held the Barrington brothers prisoner with her drawn gun. It was getting cooler outside. As she stepped from the outside office into the now-closed bay of the garage, her flesh tingled, puckering up into gooseflesh.
Laura hesitated for a moment, not wanting to step onto the dirty, grease-slicked cement floor. But Hank was behind her and he shoved her forward. She stumbled, caught her balance, then stumbled again, shaking the blonde hair from her eyes. Her feet slipped over the slick surface. It was so oozy, so dirty!
"Stop here."
Jack walked over to a large bin to the side, pulled open the heavy iron lid and fished out a long piece of one-inch line. He stopped in front of her, tilting his head back and studying the ceiling. Casting the rope up, he grunted with satisfaction, having slipped the line over a support beam.
Hank reached over and gripped the other end of the rope, binding Laura's wrists to the larger line.
"Oh!" Laura gasped.
She looked up at the beam. It was nearly fifteen feet above her head. God, they could string her up and leave her dangling there like a hunk of meat in a freezer!
"No, please, please, I'm sorry I did anything . . . please, I'm sorry," she whispered in a tight voice, pushing her ass out, trembling in front of these men.
"Up you go, baby. You're gonna be a hell of a lot more fun than baby cakes," Jack said, curling the rope around his wrist and pulling down.
Laura nearly fainted from terror as she felt her arms jerk over her head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack was pulling, tugging at the rope.
Laura screamed, her head snapping from side to side, her hair splashing over her face and throat. Her arms had been jerked high over her head, the rope tightening around her wrists, then chafing the flesh as the tension built. Slowly, gradually, the moaning woman felt her body stretch, then rise up, up from the floor.
"Unnnnnhnhnhgh!"
She lowered her gaze, watched as her toes wriggled three inches, then five, then nearly one foot above the greasy concrete. The pulling tension in her shoulder sockets was painful. Laura sobbed, kicking her legs.
"Okay, man, let's secure the line," Jack said, tugging the rope over to the grease rack and tying a double figure-eight around one of the iron prongs.
He stood there in front of the woman, watching her twist slowly on the rope, watching her tits jiggle with each movement she made.
"A fuckin' puppet. That's what you look tike," he muttered under his breath, licking his lips.
"Yeah, and what you gonna do to the puppet?" Hank asked, a thin smile crossing his lips.
"What do you think? Come on. I got some shit I bought over at the Pleasure Chest last week. Didn't know exactly what I was gonna use it for, then. But now . . . "
Laura hung there, wriggling her fingers, trying to get more blood in them. The rope burned her flesh! She tried not to move, to jerk her legs and arms. Each movement made the tension in her arms and wrists more painful. Pleasure Chest? Yes, she knew what that was. She had heard about it being one of the largest sex shops in the country. What had he purchased there? She could only guess and groan.
"Ever seen a dildo, baby?"
Jack was back in the room, holding something very pink and very long and thick. Hanging from the base was a twelve-inch tube, at the end of which was a bulb.
"What . . . "
"Watch what happens when I squeeze the bulb here," Jack said, his eyes never leaving hers as he manipulated the long plastic device.
"Oh!" Laura watched in disbelief as the dildo appeared to swell in places, bulges and little bumps appearing. Her cunt contracted in fear as she guessed what he was going to do with that.
"And you know, if I fill this thing with water it'd fill you up like a balloon," Jack said, unable to continue for a while as he laughed. "Yeah, there's a fuckin' seal here that would keep the water from goin' out. You'd blow up, man, really blow up!"
"No! No!"
Laura jerked again on the ropes, kicking toward the men, snapping her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Of course it was useless. Her wild movements were causing her more and more pain. Finally she stopped, hanging limply from the ropes, her head dropping to her chest while her long hair curtained her face.
"Better," Jack said, examining the dildo once more. "Come on, I wanna see this fucker work. The salesman said it drives broads nuts, 'specially if they're into weird things. And this bitch, man, she's hot for it, really hot for it."
"No, wrong, you're . . . you're lying. You're lying, you hear me?" Laura cried out, tears blurring her vision.
No, it wasn't true. She wasn't into that sort of thing. They were forcing her to feel these awful things. She was hanging here against her will, hanging like a piece of beef in a meat locker! Jack had to be out of his mind!
"What are you . . . you doing?" she gasped, watching as Jack walked over to the sink.
"Fillin' it with cold water. Your cunt's so fuckin' hot, thought it might need a little coolin' off," he said, turning around and grinning up at her as the plastic cock filled with water.
"Oh, ohhh!" Frantically she closed her legs, pressing her knees together protectively.
Jack checked the dildo, then he grunted with satisfaction. He capped the seal. With Hank behind him, he advanced toward the trembling, bound woman. He noticed her quivering, the way her flesh was crawling with fear.
Handing the bloated dildo to his brother, Jack grabbed Laura firmly by the thighs, fanning out his fingers around her asscheeks.
"Gonna get you ready for it, baby, gonna get you so fuckin' ready you're gonna dig havin' that thing inside you."
"Oh no, no, get away from me, don't!" she cried, rolling her head back and staring up.
It was awful, terrible! She felt his breath on her cunt, felt the way he was holding her hard around the buttocks. He was kneading her ass-flesh, pulling the globes apart. That pulling tension squeezed her cuntlips, making them pull stickily away from one another. He kept doing that, massaging her buttocks, opening her fuck slit, forcing her cunt walls to rub against one another.
Slowly Laura was starting to warm again, feeling tight and hot between her white, shivering legs. How could it be happening? Why was she turning on like this, hanging from the ceiling, about to be violated by that inanimate thing, tortured in front of these men? Something inside her, something very wrong, something that would have been better left alone was rising, responding to these men. Perhaps Jack was right. Perhaps she was a masochist, someone who enjoyed having these horrible things done to her even while she protested vehemently'
Laura shook her head back and forth in confusion, her eyes glazed as she felt the juices flowing once more through her cunt and out of her fuck slit.
"Yeah, that's it, you fuckin' bitch. Lube it up, get good and wet for that dildo," Jack said.
"No, no, oh noooo!"
Laura shivered as she felt Jack readjust himself beneath her. He said something about her juices having washed away the cum. He was going to eat her out, he said, drive his tongue into her hole! He was touching her, forcing her legs apart, licking his tongue along the tense, rubbery edge of her outer cuntlips.
Laura told herself she wasn't going to respond to this. If it took every ounce of strength and will in her body, she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of watching her shame herself once more.
But again her body betrayed her. She couldn't control herself, keep herself from turning on this way, from wanting to wrap her long legs around his neck and shove her pussy into his face. It was getting so fine, so wonderfully fine to feel his tongue rimming her cuntlips. She felt her tiny muscles spasming whenever he dipped his tongue into her hole.
"Ohhhhh . . . God!" Laura felt dizzy, high.
She pulled at the ropes again, drool frothing at the corners of her mouth. She didn't want to feel the hot rush of sensations each time he drew his tongue over her clit.
But there it was. There was no denying her sexual arousal any more. She had failed, failed in trying to control herself. Sobbing with humiliation, Laura sagged in her bonds, knowing there was no way she could escape!
"Noooo!"
Jack was almost gentle now, tracing his fingers along the curves of her ass, his teeth cutting her more and more.
To her dismay and shame, Laura found herself pumping her ass in steady, hunching motions, almost as if she were trying to fuck him this way with her body suspended in midair! The ropes groaned overhead, a fine rain of dust settling on the two of them. She was fucking his mouth. It was unbelievable, but that wonderful tickle was building in her cunt. She let her head hang between her arms, her ass writhing.
"Uh . . . uhh . . . oooohhhh!" The gasps broke from her throat.
Jack's fingers slid under her, rubbing the hollows of her thighs where they met her body. Laura wished he would touch her all over, stimulate every part of her body. She wanted that stimulation, plenty of it to make her feel good!
"Man, the cunt's goin' wild," Jack said, envying his brother once more.
"Yeah, better than the little bitch before her. This one knows how to move real well. Must be goin' nuts up there," Jack said, pulling his head away from her crotch to look up at the panting woman.
"Aahahhhhh!" Laura groaned.
Laura thought she was going to faint from pleasure! Jack slipped two fingers into her, sliding them back and forth in her convulsing cunt. She jerked her ass back, pulling on the ropes harder, drooling like a wild animal. Jack liked the reaction and fucked in and out of her with his fingers, dropping his head back in her crotch and sucking her clit. And his tongue! That wonderful tongue was stabbing into her, slowly pulling back, then-stabbing back in. She craved more of it! He was fucking her with his tongue and fingers, driving her half mad.
More of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. Laura cried out once more, jerking her hips forward, feeling the rope tighten around her wrists. There was pain, lots of it. But somehow it was mixing with the pleasure she felt mounting between her legs, making her feel so very, very good!
"Unghhhhh!" Laura exclaimed.
Laura bounced from side to side. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. He was digging against her soft cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against the grabbing walls. She felt the suction of her pussy as if it were trying to nurse a cock. She had no control over herself any longer. She was rocketing up, up toward a wild climax, ready to cum with these men, climax in front of them.
Just when Laura thought she was about to cum with a fury in his mouth, Jack pulled away.
"No, baby, no, you ain't gonna make it this easy. I'm gonna make you beg for climax. Man, we're gonna have you danglin' around, begging for us to let you cum. And I ain't gonna let you . . . leastways, 'til I feel it's right. And then, baby, you're gonna go nuts . . . I mean, really nuts with it!"
Laura trembled. There was little she could do to bring herself off. She wanted to cum! Her clit burned, juices slicking all around her trembling clit.
Bringing her knees together, she tried crawling up on the rope, shoving out her ass, jiggling from side to side to bring more rubbing friction to her cuntal walls and clit. But the ropes kept her stretched out. She didn't have the strength or coordination to move on the ropes to bring herself off. It was horribly frustrating to be left there high and dry. "Unnghhh!"
Laura blinked away her tears and stared down at Jack. There was no smile on his face now. He was holding that artificial cock and aiming it right at her spit-slick pussy. She closed her eyes and curled her fingers, digging the nails once more into her palms.
Her heart was beating fast and hard! He was going to rape her with that awful thing, stick that dildo up her cunt and ram it all the way in! She kicked out one leg, jerking her arms again on the ropes, feeling as if her shoulders were tearing apart with the hanging tension.
"Unnghhhh!"
That dildo! It seemed larger, thicker than anything Jack or Hank or any man had between his legs. It slipped past the lips of her cunt. It butted and bored into her cunt, forcing the walls to stretch to the tearing point. Three times Jack had to stop.
Laura cried out, her face turning red, then blanching while the muscles and tendons bulged against her flesh. Sweat coated her body with a silvery dew.
"Man, maybe it's too much for her," Hank whispered as he watched Laura bounce and scream above him.
"Naw, man, she's gonna stretch out for it.
She's doin' it now. Cunts like that can take anything. Shit, could probably take her down to Mexico and have her go down on the fuckin' donkeys. Bet she could give some of those Mexican chicks a run for their money," Jack sniggered, pulling the dildo back a little, twisting it, then screwing it back in. "Unghhhhhhhg!"
Her legs kicked out like those of a frog, making her body jerk and swing on the rope. Her hair splashed and tangled around the base of her throat. He was stopping! Laura breathed with wheezing gasps through her flared nostrils, coughing and gagging as she felt the weight of that plastic thing hanging from her pouting cuntal lips. Jack was giving her a rest, a little respite before he started fucking her all over again with that horrible thing.
"No more," she panted, shaking her head from side to side. "No more, I can't take any more . . . no, can't . . . "
"Sure you can, baby, you're the bottomless pit," Jack said, twisting the dildo a half turn and laughing as Laura stiffened and jerked.
"Unghhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh!" Laura groaned.
Her cunt was being stretched as he drove another few inches of his dildo into her pussy. Laura felt she would never be the same. Her cunt stretched. The membranes were fighting not to tear as the big mechanic kept screwing that awful thing into her.
"Okay, baby, now you're gonna find out what this is all about."
The insertion finally stopped.
Laura gasped, opening her eyes and looking down once more. Jack was balancing himself on the grease rack, his fingers wrapped around the tiny bulb at the end of the dildo. How obscene it looked-that pink thing sticking straight out of her cunt, the hairs bushed around it. It looked as if someone had stuck a barber pole into her cunt! She shivered, her eyes riveted on that thing bouncing up and down with every move her cunt muscles made.
"Now you're gonna feel somethin' that's gonna make you feel real good," Jack said.
"What kind of animal are you, anyway?" Laura gasped. "What kind of person could you be to rape my daughter then do the same thing to me?"
Her question went unanswered. Jack was still holding that bulb, watching her, watching her sag.
"Oh God, God," she whispered, knowing she had no hope as long as these beasts had control of her body. She had to keep quiet, to conserve all her strength and determination to fight back, to survive this horror.
"Ughhhh!" Laura groaned.
Jack gave the dildo another turn to keep her quiet. She was being turn apart as that plastic thing continued to stretch her beyond belief. The artificial dick seemed nearly twice as thick as the cock Jack sported. And now her body was going to be played with, toyed with, while she dangled from the ropes.
"Oh!" Laura's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open as she gasped.
Jack had pulled the dildo out several inches, then shoved it in with one powerful push to the hilt. Nothing equaled the pain, the incredible rush of feelings going through her when he shoved that awful plastic dildo into her cunt! Stars popped in front of the tortured woman's eyes, her muscles tensing again, her toes fanning out until they cramped.
"We'll start now," Jack said.
Laura felt the suction surrounding her cunt-lips, realizing now that the cup at the base of the dildo had attached itself to her. Jack was right. It prevented air from touching her pussy and prevented anything inside her cunt from leaking out.
A shiver of fear went into her as she saw him toying with that awful bulb. He was going to squeeze it, going to drive that icy water into her cunt!
Laura wanted to beg him to have mercy. But instead she bit down on her lower lip, keeping silent. There was no sense in talking to him, in begging for relief from her pain.
"Eeeaaeeayyyaghhhh!" Laura screamed.
Laura thought she was going to die! She screamed and shrieked, the icy water splashing around inside her. It was washing her down, making the woman writhe in agony. Her cunt walls, stretched by the dildo, were trying to contract when the water splashed through her. But the thickness of that plastic thing kept her tissues from tightening.
The sensation was awful, vile! Pain shot through every nerve ending she had, making the woman's head buzz and spin with confusion. She bobbed up and down on the ropes once more, her head snapping from side to side, her screams turning into moans of despair and defeat when the icy water stopped spraying out for the moment.
"Yeah, yeah . . . "
Jack was sweating as he watched the way Laura danced on her ropes, frantically trying to escape the cold water. Once more he squeezed and once more the attractive blonde shrieked, her muscles bulging, her body jerking on the bonds, her hair splashing over her face while her tits jiggled and slapped wetly together. It was as if someone had attached an electric cord to the woman and was passing a current through her body.
"Ooooooohhh!"
The pressure inside her cunt was becoming close to unendurable. Laura didn't know how much more she could stand before passing out. And then, as if in answer to her prayers, the water stopped.
"Oohhhh God!" she gasped.
"Don't worry, baby," Jack said, moving around behind her and playing with her ass-cheeks. "It ain't over yet."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on, baby, you dig this, really dig it," Jack muttered.
The pressure in her cunt was still tremendous. He hadn't done anything to relieve it. In fact he had touched that dildo several times, fucking it back and forth, letting a little of the water out with those fucking movements but not enough to mean anything.
At times she tried spreading her legs apart, kicking them out, doing something to try to knock that awful thing out of her pussy and relieve the pressure. But the suction cup remained, sealing her cunt tightly, keeping her at the height of her discomfort.
"Go on, Hank, you like ass-fuckin' bitches. Go on and shove it into this one while I play around with her pussy," Jack said.
Laura watched in horror as the younger Barrington brother moved around her, took a chair from behind the grease rack and dragged it over the floor to a position directly in back of her.
"No! No!"
Fucked in the ass! She had never done anything like that before.
Please God no, no, please don't let him do this, don't let him touch me like that! Oh God, I'll die, I'll die if he fucks me there!
Laura closed her eyes, shuddering again the moment she felt Jack playing with the dildo, screwing it back and forth, letting a little more of the water out, easing the pressure against her aching cuntal walls. Ohhh, how could she endure so much pain, so much humiliation as she hung there helplessly from the ceiling?
Hank was spitting on his fingers, lubing them.
"Ohhh . . . " Laura groaned. Laura bucked back, her shoulders shrugging, her eyes moving rapidly back and forth as she felt Hank's fingers moving up her tight asscrack. They slid up to her shitter. The thought that he would touch her there, that he would slide his fingers into her hole made the woman want to retch.
"Noooo!" Laura shrieked.
Laura was shifting her thighs from side to side, curling her fingers once again into fists, breathing rapidly, as her feet kicked back and forth. She felt him sliding his fingers up and down her shitter lips, toying with her, playing with her asshole.
"Oh no, no!"
Laura felt Hank move his fingers around in a tiny circle inside her tightly clenched sphincter. Occasionally he probed with one finger, then drew back. The big man repeated this motion, sometimes pushing two fingers, even three in, then pulling them out, caressing the gray/pink wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole.
Nothing had ever been up her ass except an enema tube. And that had been painful and uncomfortable. Now a man was shoving his fingers up her ass, wriggling them around, laughing at her as she screamed and tried kicking back at him.
"Man, she keeps that up and she's gonna break the fuckin' rope," Hank said, looking at the beam from which she was suspended as the rope creaked and groaned from her violent kicking movements.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" Laura screamed in a choked, strangled voice, her fingers grasping at the ropes binding her wrists together, the nails breaking while her belly swelled.
Hank slipped a fourth finger into her tight hole, almost his entire fist! What was he trying to do, rip her apart as his brother was tearing her to pieces up front? Did they want to see her split in two, fall to the floor in halves while they got off?
"Unghhhhh!" Laura groaned.
She saw stars again as Hank twisted his fingers around and around, reaming out her tight little shitter, fucking his fingers in and out like a thick cock. He moved them faster and faster, watching with growing excitement as Laura screamed and hunched forward, her asscheeks jiggling with her rapid, frantic movements. Unintentionally Laura was shoving her ass back harder on his fingers as she moved around on the ropes.
"Yeah, move that ass, baby, move it good and hard and fast," Hank encouraged, reaching up with his free hand and slapping her buttocks.
"Yiiiii!" Laura screamed.
Jack had slipped the dildo out another inch, letting some water flow out. Then back in, the blunt head banging against her pussy walls. And behind her, Hank was continuing with his fucking movements, twisting his fingers around and around, watching as her asshole gradually stretched for him.
Once again her body was doing things she couldn't have dreamed of! That sensation, that feeling of having those fingers jammed up her ass, was making her feel excited once more. The stretching, tearing pain of the dildo UP her cunt was turning into something different, something far more pleasurable than agony.
Hot flashes were radiating out from her ass, making her thighs tighten, making her rub her knees together. The big dildo bobbed up and down, clutched greedily by her excited cunt-muscles! Her cunt sucked at the big artificial cock, tried to draw it in deeper while Hank toyed with her asshole.
"Man, she's goin' nuts again. Probably get-tin' hot 'cause she didn't get off before. Yeah, told you, baby, you'd be doin' anything to get off once we stand in on you," Jack sneered.
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna fuck her now. Gonna jam my dick up your ass, baby, jam it 'til you can taste my cum in your fuckin' mouth!"
"No, no, I'd rather die! I'd rather die than do . . . do this awful thing!" Laura screamed.
Jack twisted the dildo again, rubbing it back and forth, making it come in contact with her clit continually. Laura thought she was gong to die! That rubbing, the constant reaming of her butt, everything happening at once, was confusing her, making her feel things she shouldn't and think things she shouldn't.
Her head rolled. She was whispering "fuck me" softly, so softly that only she could hear those awful words coming from her mouth. She was twisted, perhaps more twisted than the two men torturing her. Her cunt was throbbing, growing hot, wet and tight, aching, as if she were waiting for her lover to come. And yet there was nothing between her legs except a big bloated plastic dildo sawing in and out of her cunt! And behind her was Hank, Hank with his fingers, those magic fingers screwing in and out of her asshole! What a whore she had become!
"She's ready, man, really ready," Hank groaned.
"No, no, yes, no!"
Laura didn't know what she was saying, could barely understand what she was thinking.
She screamed again when Hank pulled his fingers out of her shitter with a loud pop. "Unghhhh!" she gasped. "Say you want it, baby. Come on, tell me how bad you want my dick up your ass!"
"No, no, that isn't true, isn't true at all. I don't want you anywhere!" she shouted.
"Liar!"
Hank swatted her across the ass hard, grabbing her by the flanks and shoving his face into her asscrack suddenly. It was a moment of inspiration, one that made Laura shriek with delight and fear. She felt his tongue, his wonderful tongue flicking against her asshole. It was touching her in that forbidden place, licking up and down her asshole, teasing her horribly, sending hot flashes to her clit.
"Noooo!" she cried, arching her back, tugging at the ropes until they dug more cruelly into her wrists.
"Man, I'm gonna bury my cock all the way in, baby, ass-fuck you all the way," Hank whispered, pulling his face from between her smooth, spit-slick asscheeks.
Laura heard him getting up on the chair, heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. He held her with one hand around the waist, pressing his knees up against the back of hers.
"No, in the name of God no! No! Please don't fuck me . . . don't fuck me there!"
Her pleas stopped the moment she felt the hard rubbery head of his cockshaft pressing up against her asshole. She held her breath. The reaming of her cunt seemed to disappear for the moment as Hank tensed his muscles, held her more tightly by the waist while searching with his fingers for her asshole. He found it, then guided his dickhead up to the opening.
Laura let out her breath with a rush, then inhaled another, holding it, waiting for the inevitable pain, the inevitable sense of degradation that would surely follow.
"Unghhhhh!"
He was pressing up, his knees shoving up against hers, his body trembling with the effort of balancing himself on the chair while holding her steady enough for the fuck.
Laura squirmed, sliding her ass back and forth, doing everything she could to check his fucking. Perhaps if she made it difficult enough for him he would stop.
"Damn it!" Hank muttered, telling her he'd beat the fuck out of her if she didn't stop moving.
But Laura still shoved her ass from side to side, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared, as she felt that slippery hard hot thing shoving into her ass!
"Nooo!" she screamed.
He was making headway! He was actually forcing her asshole to relax, to give way and admit his fat dickhead.
Laura shivered again. She felt her shitter puckering in, forced in by the sliding of that fat bulbous cock!
Brilliant colors lights popped in front of her, nearly blinding her as more and more of that big cock slipped in!
"Shit, man, she's gonna tear me up!" Hank grunted from behind.
"Go for it, brother. Come on, drive that fucker into the bitch! I wanna see her fucked at both ends!"
Laura wept, then let out a loud shriek. She felt completely torn in her cunt and in her ass. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed against Hank's belly then shivered as he popped past her tight sphincter, drilling at least three inches of his long dick into her asshole!
"Wawwwhwhhhwhhhh!" Laura screamed.
Laura wanted to die, wanted to sink out of sight. Her thighs ached, her belly rumbled as yet another inch of Hank's big cock slipped into her ass. Nothing in the world could feel so obscene, could hurt so much as getting fucked in the ass, Laura thought.
"Take it, baby, take it all, take all my dick," Hank growled.
"It's too . . . too much," she gasped, her body bouncing back and forth.
When she swung forward, Laura impaled her cunt more on that plastic dildo still being screwed from side to side by Jack. When she shoved back, she was fucking herself in the ass with Hank's rigid cock. Fucked at both ends!
Hank snapped his hips, shoving several more inches of his prick into her violated ass.
Laura groaned again, her head rolling from shoulder to shoulder. The initial pain had gone, replaced once more by that hot, lascivious feeling she had experienced when the big man had been toying with her ass with his fingers. She was starting to heat up again, actually feel her clit sputter with delight as more and more of Hank's hunk of cockmeat slipped up her ass!
"Oh no! No, no!" Laura moaned.
The pain was still there, still intense, still adding that delightful edge to her pleasure. She jerked her ass from side to side, swinging her legs. At times her legs hit the chair, nearly knocking Hank to the ground. Instinctively Laura clenched her asshole around Hank's dick, making the young stud groan and shiver.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Man, she's gettin' into it! Christ, you've got a tight asshole, baby! Ugh, man, it's like tryin' to fuck a tight fist!"
"Oh please, please, take it out, take it out!" Laura moaned, yet wanting him to leave it in and pound her ass harder.
Fortunately for her, Hank understood her needs. He snapped his hips against her ass to make her feel his cock more intensely. Laura cried out, her head jerking back, feeling that fat dickhead jerked and throbbing inside her. She felt as if Hank were turning her insides to putty.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Laura sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure shooting through all parts of her body. Once more she tried blocking off the pleasure. It was wrong, wrong to be feeling these things, especially since this was supposed to be torture.
But nothing could blot out the riot of sensations burning in her pussy and asshole. She couldn't stop enjoying the monstrous things the Barrington brothers were doing to her. The more they degraded and hurt her, the more she seemed to want!
"Unnghhh . . . " she gasped.
Hank's cock felt as big as a baseball bat! And he was fucking her faster and harder, his balls slapping against her buttocks. She could feel his hands traveling freely up and down her chest now. He was pinching her nipples, tweaking them until she cried out with pain.
Laura cried out, twisting on the ropes once more, her legs kicking out, hitting Jack once in the chest as he squeezed the bulb and sent more ice water coursing into her pussy! The sensation of cold water against her pussy walls drove her crazy! She felt her cunt contract again, felt her cunt muscles spasm then cramp shut, gumming that plastic dildo, sucking it in deeper.
"Come on, baby, come on, fuck hard, fuck yourself onto my dick," Hank growled into one ear, flicking his tongue into her ear.
Janet felt the big man squirming closer to her shitter, using his narrow hips to force her thighs farther and farther apart from behind. Twice he had nearly fallen from the chair. She heard him muttering something, then adjust his standing position, tucking his butt under and driving more of his shaft into her asshole.
"Ughhh!"
Laura felt herself being lifted a little higher from the floor. It was the force of his upward and forward ass-fucking blows. Her tits shivered, the nipples having nearly turned purple from all the excitement and stimulation. This couldn't go on. Dear God, it couldn't go on. Laura didn't have the stamina for his sort of thing even if the Barringtons did.
It was Jack's turn to torture her. Hank began making sharp but short fucking thrusts into her ass. His older brother, meanwhile, was twisting that dildo around, forcing it even deeper into the girl's body.
It was incredible how the discomfort was adding to her pleasure! Laura was feeling a lustful heat building up more and more, taking over all her body functions, crowding all thoughts form her mind except one-cumming, orgasm, having that prick in her ass jerk and pound her bowels while her clit drummed out the heady rhythm of climax! "Ohhhhh!"
Hank stepped back, then drove in, having managed to worm all his cock into her ass. Again Laura could feel the slapping of his nuts against her butt. He was pounding in and out of her tight hole, taking advantage of her relaxed, stretched sphincter.
Up front, Laura felt more water shooting into her cunthole! She was going to blow apart with that much pressure between her legs!
"Oh no, noooo!"
She closed her eyes, jerking back and forth, begging Jack to ease the dildo out some more, to let some of the pressure go. But instead he kept squeezing that bulb, his eyes glittering with sadism as he watched Laura dance and twitch on the ropes while his brother fucked her ass.
"Nooooo!"
It hurt! Laura couldn't ignore the agony that made her ass and thigh muscles cramp with pain. But at the same time there was that delectable, thrilling sensation. The excitement was building in Laura. Soon she would cum, cum with a cock up her ass and a dildo shoved in her cunt! Penetrated at both ends, penetrated by two dicks at the same time!
"Fuck, baby, come on, you dig it, right? You dig havin' your ass fucked, dig hangin' here while we do anything to you, right?"
"No, no!"
She sobbed and gasped with pleasure, her cunt throbbing in time to the ass-fucking. Her shitter started tightening on his invading shaft, making her pussy back and raise her hips as best she could to bump against Hank's groin.
"She's gonna pop any sec, man. She's gonna make it . . . so am I!"
Jizz up her ass, cum spilling into her bowels, bloating her belly! She wanted it, wanted anything that would double her with pleasure, making her clit sparkle like a flare while her body jerked and twitched.
CHAPTER NINE
Hank stabbed viciously into her asshole, his fingers bruising her thighs, his balls slapping violently against her buttocks. The chair he was standing on scraped across the floor several inches from the violent fucking movements he made.
At times Laura thought he might topple, tearing his cock from her hole, leaving her high and dry. But the young mechanic managed to keep his balance, hugging her tightly, pinching her tits and nipples and never once breaking the rhythm of his cock trenching out her asshole.
Jack was sliding the dildo back and forth, watching as those movements allowed water to ooze out from around the suction cup. He bobbed the dildo around and around in circular movements, making sure the smooth warm plastic sides stayed in contact with the woman's clit.
It was wild, absolutely the most wild thing Laura had ever felt in her life! Her knees jerked out once more as his dildo-fucking made her swing from side to side.
"Unghhhhhh!"
She was rutting shamelessly, showing herself off to be no better than a gutter bitch in heat! The pain was starting to build up to an orgasm. This time she could see there would be no series of small, minor climaxes. This time it was all building up to one big blowoff. Her ass burned as if someone had dropped burning gasoline on her shitter. She was going to pop soon, blow her mind with her cunt and asshole stimulated like this!
"Man, can't hold back," Hank growled, lowering his head and biting the nape of her neck.
Laura reared back, letting out a wheezy gasp, thrusting her hips forward while both the cock and dildo sawed through her body like lightning bolts!
"Unghhhhh . . . ooohhhhhh!" Laura groaned.
Laura felt the room sinking away from her. She was floating on a cloud, drifting high above the earth with brilliant lights flashing behind her eyes! It was one of the most beautiful feelings she had ever felt in her life!
Jerking at the ropes, loving the chafing feeling they created against her tormented flesh, Laura bobbed up and down, swinging first against Hank, then against his brother Jack, scissoring her legs, humping forward and back, wanting to feel every inch of that cock and that dildo before she popped off!
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned.
A firestorm raced up and down her thighs, burning her pussy. Laura's breathing sounded as if she were suffocating. Time and time again she cried out, her head falling back, her mouth open and gasping while her eyes glazed over. Her long blonde hair swept over Hank's face, down over her back. Her thighs jerked up, then sagged back to the floor each time Jack skewered the long dildo in. Soon she would cum, if she didn't explode first.
Her arms twisted again and again, making the ropes around her wrists bite deeper into her flesh. It wasn't enough. She needed more stimulation, more sensation to help her get over the edge. Her mind was blasting to pieces, her body twisting and writhing as Hank pumped faster and faster. He was biting hard, nearly breaking through her flesh! He whispered things to her, awful things, things about how fine her ass was, how good a butt-fucker she was, how she liked having guys fuck her in the cunt and ass at the same time and how that was a good whore's trick. Yes, a whore, a slut! That's what she was, and that's what her daughter probably was.
Now Laura could well imagine Janie having thrashed around, legs up in the air, her cherry popped and not caring. They were the same, Laura guessed, slices of cloth from the same roll! The Barringtons sensed this, sensed it and used it to their advantage. Fuck the daughter, then fuck the mother and compare. Laura could have laughed at that thought except that her mind was centered on her asshole and pussy!
She was going to pop now. She couldn't control herself, couldn't control the rush of feelings racing through her pussy now. It was as if some awful damn had burst. This time her cum was much more powerful than before, much more inhibited! She felt the sexual ball of hunger whirling around at incredible speeds in her belly. It was slipping lower, unraveling, coming to pieces and smashing into her cunt! The attractive blonde sucked in a deep breath, snapping her head from side to side, breaking contact with Hank's teeth as she felt herself falling into the abyss of climax!
Every muscle in her body cramped, spasmed, while her legs kicked out in every direction. Nothing mattered any more. All that mattered were the wild sensations rioting in her pussy. Again and again they exploded, driving all thought from the woman's tortured mind. She was having two orgasms, a cuntal and an anal one. It seemed as if her body were one big clit, throbbing and pulsing while Hank and Jack kept jabbing into her body!
Hank was pinching her flesh, hugging her body tightly while his prick throbbed and jerked inside her ass. He was yelling and shouting, calling her every name in the book while filling up her ass with ropes of his jizz.
"Fuckin' bitch! Goddamn slut, whore! Man, oh man, you got a hell of a hungry ass. Shit, fuck, shit! Baby, you . . . you're too much. You can't get enough dick. FUCK!"
It was true! As Laura pitched and writhed on the ropes, she knew she could never have enough cock . . . at least not after what the Barringtons had shown her. She would never have enough now. Fucking! That's all that was worthwhile in the world! Family, friends, social position, nothing really mattered when it came down to fucking. There was nothing funny or strange about this. Fucking was serious business, something that should take up most of one's time.
These and other such confused thoughts circled around in Laura's head as she jerked and bobbed on the ropes while Hank screamed behind her, still filling her ass with his cum.
When it was over, she felt the young mechanic lean heavily against her, smoothing his hands up and down her flat belly, then push away. He was stepping down, chuckling with the success of his ass-fucking.
Laura groaned, her head hanging forward, long blonde hair curtaining her shamed face. She sagged in her bonds, her fingers fanned out and curled slightly, her shoulders drooping under the weight of her body. Jack gave the dildo a few more tugs, then pulled it out. A cascade of cunt-warmed water spilled to the cement floor, splashing and gurgling down the drain.
It felt so good, so wonderfully good, to have the pressure released from her pussy. Laura sighed, feeling her cunt walls spasm at the release of all that water! She fanned out her toes, stretching her body, still trying to ease the pressure on her shoulders and arms. Her body ached from that awkward, bound position.
"We should get the daughter down here again," Jack mused, staring up at the hanging woman and smiling thinly.
The words stunned Laura. She couldn't let that happen here. Not Janie, not again. She would do anything to keep her daughter from falling into the abyss she was now wallowing in.
"Oh no, no, please, I'll do anything, anything with you. Just don't . . . don't make my daughter come here," she pleaded, her heart pounding rapidly.
Jack smiled. "Anything, eh? Man," he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "you don't know what the fuck you're gettin' into. Hey, man, bet she didn't think she'd be hanging' around here when she brought that heap in for an oil change this morning, right, Hank?"
The two brothers laughed at the horrible irony of Laura's actions in the morning while she hung in front of them, water still trickling down her thighs.
Let them laugh! Let them do their worst. She would beat them at it, she swore. She would secretly enjoy herself during her own degradation. But she didn't want her daughter here to witness her shame, to see how her mother was behaving, and then to be forced to submit to the same awful terror. Janie had survived a brutal rape and beating. Let the memory of that be enough. And let her mother take the rest . . . take it and enjoy it.
"Take her down," Jack said, turning around and fishing a quarter from one pocket.
Hank climbed on the chair behind her, reached up and fiddled with the ropes binding her wrists together. Laura felt the ropes sliding, burning her flesh even more. And then suddenly she was free, falling to the floor. Hank caught her quickly around the waist and lowered her gently.
"Ohhhhh . . . " Laura leaned against Hank, feeling her heart pounding faster and faster as she thought of the brothers, of what they were capable of, and of what she had begged them to do.
"Have a beer," Jack said, handing one can to his brother while he continued drinking his. "Best idea in the world was puttin' that machine in."
Hank had set Laura down on the chair. She sat there, slumped down, her head tilted slightly back as she watched the two men guzzle their beer. It was so weird, so odd being here, sitting down like this, watching her two tormentors silently drinking and eyeing her while she did nothing. There was an almost dreamlike quality about the scene as she sat there wondering what they were planning to do next.
"Yeah, nothin' like a good, cold beer after a hot fuck. You want some? Oh, yeah, that's right, ladies don't drink beer from a can," Jack said ironically, crushing the can between his fingers and flinging it over his shoulder. "But I got it good and warm for you in here," he said, patting his groin.
Laura's eyes bulged as she watched him unzip his fly and pull out his soft prick. Hank followed suit, the two brothers grinning.
"Wh-what?"
She knew what they were going to do. She knew it and it made her sick!
Hank told her to get off the chair and kneel down by the drain.
"Go on, bitch, we're gonna show you just what kinda toilet you are," Jack said, rocking back and forth on his heels while his fingers rolled his fat limp cock up and down.
Reluctantly Laura did as she was told. She had no choice. She had promised she would do anything as long as they didn't bother her daughter. It looked as if they would keep their part of the bargain. Now it was her turn to keep hers.
She knelt on the cold, greasy concrete, the drain opening in front of her. Nervously the woman glanced around, brushing her hair behind her shoulders.
"Take it, baby, take it all!"
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Laura closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath as she felt the first few warm droplets against her belly. Her flesh crawled with revulsion. Pissing, pissing on her! They were using her as a toilet as they'd promised!
More and more piss splashed onto her, coloring her flesh, trickling down her tits as Hank aimed his stream at her throat. She wished she could drop into a hole and die as more and more piss splashed over her body. It spilled over her belly, filled her navel, then swirled out, dribbling down into her pussy bush. It slicked down the hair, then continued trickling over her cuntlips and then down to the floor. In a moment Laura could hear the piss gurgling down the drain in front of her.
"Man, oh man, it's somethin' else pissin' on a broad! Fuck, ain't had this much fun in a long time," Jack said in a trembling voice, directing his stream now at her thighs.
Laura shivered, her eyelids blinking rapidly while tears welled up. No, she wouldn't cry, wouldn't let her emotions show. Clenching her fingers and pressing her fists tightly against her thighs, she set her jaw firmly. Instinctively her hips wiggled, trying to shake the hot droplets free.
"Oh, baby, there ain't no way you're gonna be able to stop the piss from hittin' you. Man, we're gonna cover you with it, make you swim in it!"
His words were awful and yet exciting. The more they seemed to push her face in the muck with their boots, the more she loved it! She was losing her mind, going crazy while they did this to her? Had she already slipped, become a mental case when they both fucked her at the same time?
"Unghhhhh!" she gasped.
Laura kept her eyes shut, biting her lips to keep from crying out with frustration, rage, disgust and rising excitement. The thin hot spray stung her nipples, moved over to her throat and threatened to go into her mouth before sliding back down to her tits. She felt the piss stream on her navel for a while, dropping down to her cunt and stinging her clit before sliding back up, up to her chin.
They were going to piss in her mouth! Both Hank and Jack were aiming their streams of urine at her lips. Instinctively Laura jerked one hand up, clamping her fingers tightly over her mouth just in time. She felt the double stinging spray hit her knuckles and splash onto her cheeks and forehead.
"What's the matter, baby? You don't like havin' our piss to drink? Didn't you want any of that fuckin' beer we was drinkin' a few sees ago?" Jack taunted.
Laura shook her head from side to side, still holding her hand tightly over her mouth. She was trying to muffle the gagging sound deep in her throat. She could smell herself and it made her sick!
"Hey, you're almost runnin' out," Hank said, noticing the stream arcing down from his brother's cockhead.
"Yeah, gonna need more beer . . . both of us, I guess . . . and the bitch too."
Jack slipped his cock back into his pants and ambled over to the machine. Laura watched, shaking, shivering with the piss coating her flesh. Jack took two more cans from the dispenser and tore them open. The brothers drank quickly, laughing at her distress, then throwing the cans in the corner and waiting for the beer to work. It didn't take very long.
"Take those fuckin' hands down, baby. We wanna see you all over," Jack ordered.
Reluctantly her hands came down. She managed to compose herself for the moment, her face appearing clam except for a brief quiver along the left cheek. Both the Barringtons were fingering their cocks again, getting up the water from their bladders.
Jack let out a watery belch, bending his knees slightly and rocking on his heels.
"Open that fuckin' mouth!"
It was the command she had feared most. There was nothing she could do. She had made the promise.
"Ohh!" Laura gasped.
It would be over soon. No matter what they did to her, it would soon be over. Then she could go home and try to resume what was left of her life.
"I said open it!"
Laura shivered again, tilting her head back slightly and parting her lips. She was breathing more shallowly now, her tits rising with each inhalation. She felt her nipples getting sore again. Was it possible? She was becoming aroused once more.
"Ughhh . . . " Laura gasped.
It had started. She felt the intensity of the dual stream on her pussy once more.
Hank was chuckling, moving the yellow spray up and down her cunt, watching the blonde hairs move under the force of his piss. Then Jack grunted out something and started sliding his spray up to her navel, then up to her tits. In a moment she felt both brothers pissing on her throat! Droplets sprayed onto her lips, her chin, her eyelids. She blinked rapidly, wanting to protect her face and yet not daring to. She knew what the Barringtons wanted to do.
"Ughhhhh!" she groaned.
She grunted again and again, revulsion and horror leaping to her throat. The stink was spreading. It was as if she were crouched down in a toilet, her feet wading in piss, her knees sliding in it while it gurgled down a drain before her! She wanted to draw back, to scramble to her feet and get away.
But Laura didn't dare move, didn't dare move one inch as those horrible men laughed and pissed on her face. She thought of her daughter again and remained firm, kneeling there like a sacrificial lamb, waiting for the slaughter calmly.
Jack was the first to slide his piss-spray into her mouth. It stung the back of her throat, washed over her teeth, then swirled out over her lips and dribbled down her chin. Hank joined him, the dual spray soon filling her mouth as if she were gargling urine.
For the moment Laura did nothing, shutting her eyes even more tightly, trying to block out the horrible sensations rioting in her body. And then she smelled it even more. Her entire body was becoming nothing more than a toilet!
"No!" she screamed.
She fell back, one hand covering her mouth again as she tasted the sour bile rising from her belly. It was only with the greatest effort that
Laura kept from vomiting. She spit out the vile fluid, sliding away from the gurgling drain and the awful smell.
Still on her hands and knees, she coughed and gagged, her hair once more hiding her shame-ridden face. Thank God, the brothers seemed to have gone dry. It was over, really over!
"And now we gotta clean you up real good."
Laura felt her heart sink. More! They actually had more for her!
CHAPTER TEN
Laura stumbled, her body reeking with the awful odor of stale piss.
"Whew! Man, she smells like a fuckin' old toilet seat," Hank taunted, wrinkling up his nose in mock horror and revulsion.
"Yeah, she's gonna have to be steam-cleaned, you know?" Jack said, shoving the woman forward once more.
Laura slipped on the greasy concrete. They had yanked her up from the grease rack and were now shoving her toward the opposite wall. Jack told her to stand just opposite the rack while Hank hooked up two hoses to wall connections near the workbench. Above one of them was marked in printed faded red "steam cleaner."
Crossing her arms protectively over her tits and cunt, she turned halfway around.
"No!"
Jack made her turn back to face them. She pressed her fingertips to her lips, watching with terrified eyes as the brothers finished making the hose connections. Jack took hold of the brass nozzle, throwing out the rubber hose in a broad arc behind him while checking the connection up front. Behind him, Hank grinned, one hand on the nozzle.
Laura started backing up against the wall.
"Now?" Hank asked.
Laura looked down at the floor, then defiantly back up at him. Her soft blue eyes hardened and she set her mouth in a tight line. They could do their worst, even make her loathe herself, but they wouldn't get at her daughter again. That was something that made even this worth while. For an instant a wild notion rose in her that she could best them. She raised her chin and a scornful smile crossed her lips.
"Ooohhh!"
That smile of defiance changed quickly as a blast of hot water smashed into her rib cage. She owned her mouth in surprise, stumbling back, her arms stretched out to either side of her body for support. Her feet were slipping on the wet and greasy floor as she fought to keep her balance.
"Wash down, baby. We do the same fuckin' thing to your car when we're through. But we don't piss on it. Might ruin the fuckin' finish," Jack said, playing the heavy stream of water up and down her body.
They were laughing loudly at her wild attempts to stay upright. She could hear their scornful jeers over the roar of the water as it played up and down her body, pushing at her, shoving at her like a million hot, heavy fingers. She fought back, skating and sliding on the floor, screaming at them, her cries muffled by the continual roar of the fast-flowing water.
"Nooooooooo!" she screamed.
The piss was washed away in a flash. They were just doing this to torment her, to drive her wild. Laura cried out in anger again, feeling the concrete slide under her bare feet. Her tits jiggled with the effort she made to keep on her feet.
"Ughhhhhh!" she gasped.
The water had begun to steam in the cool room.
"This is how we clean up junk for the swap meets," Jack roared.
Laura glared at him, wanting to spit in his direction. But the next blast of water caught her unawares. The stream dropped, slashing down at her ankles. Her arms flew out again, her head snapping back while her knees bent slightly.
She fought desperately to keep her balance. Twice her toes smashed painfully against the grease rack, her tits slapping together then flying out from her chest. In a second she was upended, her feet flying out in front of her. With a scream Laura fell hard on her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh God!"
She shook the wet hair from her face, gasping for air. Several times she tried to scramble to her feet again. But Jack was careful to direct the stream at her crotch. That spray hit her cuntal flesh. It opened her outer labia and reset a flash fire on her clit.
Laura doubled up, letting out a howl as a blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
The water was just hot enough to make Laura sweat. She gasped and panted, tucking one leg under the other and rolling onto her belly. She was trying to get her cunt away from the warm, caressing stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free as Jack kept playing that awful stream around and around her body.
"God!" She shouted, begging Jack to stop this.
But the older Barrington had no intention of relaxing the grip he had on her mind and body. He shot the water straight up her shivering thighs.
Laura found herself hunching back at it, actually humping back at the spray as she'd humped against that plastic dildo moments before. What a slut she was! She had climaxed so many times today and yet she was begging for more. It was as if she were trying to make up for those long years of sexual deprivation.
"Oooohhhh!" she groaned.
There was another blast of hot water against her asshole. Then he managed to play it on her cunt. It was almost like getting fucked again at both ends. Images of Hank fucking her ass and Jack fucking her cunt flashed before her eyes.
"Ugnh!" Laura gasped, her slick body sliding on the concrete.
She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of that hot water would surely drown her. She tried turning sideways, keeping her back to them. Her flesh reddened as the stinging water massaged her thighs and buttocks.
"Go on, baby, crawl, that's it! Crawl around the floor like you was meant to!"
Jack stepped around the floor, keeping to one side of the rack to keep the spray from wetting down his clothes. Hank was helping him, commenting on the way Laura was hunching against the stream, shaming herself by bobbing her ass up and down while the water played over it. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Laura tried protecting her face and tits. But there was no chance of hiding any part of her body. She had to lie on the floor, turning one way and then the other to keep the water from filling up her nose and mouth and drowning her.
"Noooo!"
Laura turned her head, seeing clouds of steam rolling up from the cold floor.
Jack was staring at her with the same savage glare he had when he raped her with his cock. He looked like something risen from hell to torment her.
"Ugnhh!" she gasped.
The water moved up now, blasting against her tits. Her nipples sank into the flesh of her tits under the pressure of the stream. It was odd, exciting! The outside heat of the water and the inner heat of her lust combined to make Laura pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the hard-spraying hose.
"Go for it, baby, go for it! Come on, move that ass, move it for us, get it on with the water!"
Laura put her hands over her face. The shame of having gone through all of this with the Barringtons crashed in on her like a runaway freight train as she crawled around in the muck. Her defiance of the brothers had faded. She rolled over onto her back, lying there like a zombie, sobbing and gagging as the mechanic played the water from her tits to her cunt.
The heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made her hips rise and fall. She cried out with a mixture of pain and lust, letting her upraised knees sag apart once more. Fucking, fucking with anything. That seemed to be her awful fate. All those moral lectures she had given her daughter came back now with a mocking fury, leering at her as she wallowed around in the wet grease, staring up at the ceiling, letting the brothers fuck her with the stream. She would fuck with anything, it seemed. If they had a dog there was little doubt in Laura's mind that she would have taken the mutt on. Bitch, whore! Slut! They were all names that fit her only too well as she lay there and let Jack and Hank do what they wanted.
Again Laura tried to stop this wild, insane growth of cuntal heat by holding her hands over her wet pussy. But her tits rolled, her hips jerked up and down in fucking motions, seeking out the water as if it were a hard, heavy cock reaming out her cunthole.
"Nooo!" she gasped.
Every time Laura put her hands over her pussy, Jack moved the stream so it would spatter on her asshole or her tits. The splashing water bounced off her thunderous tits, spraying into her mouth and nose, making her choke and gag. She turned her head to one side, dropping her hands from her pussy, holding them to her mouth and throat and desperately trying to suck in air.
"Man, she's goin' nuts. This is almost better 'n fuckin' her with that goddamned dildo," Jack said, his eyes bright with sadistic fury.
The drain gurgled merrily, sucking up the greasy overflow as Laura rutted in front of them. The power of the water beat her flesh into a lustful readiness for more stimulation.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
Laura put her fist to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her she didn't want them seeing her cumming, not like this, not with water splashing in and out of her pussy.
And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. Laura felt the telltale tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal sphincter. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. It was awful, wildly awful. If Jack kept on, Laura knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, wouldn't be able to keep from doing anything except lay there and cum until her orgasm tapered off. "Oohhhh! Ohhhhh!"
The woman started twisting her hips, her cunt actually looking for the stream. The wild mass of feelings in her crotch intensified, sharpened, as the water beat at her clit. She wanted to get more of that flow into her snatch, have it smash harder and harder against her clit.
"Unghhh!"
Laura heard her flesh squeaking on the wet cement floor. She loved that sexy sensation increasing in her crotch, making all her cunt muscles pulse and vibrate. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the cum over her.
"No, no!" she cried out in frustration.
Jack moved his arm, sweeping the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of heat in her pussy made the wall of rising excitement inside her slip a bit. Then the renewed blast pushed it higher than before.
Jack was taking careful aim with the hose, realizing just where Laura's mind was at. She groaned and screamed, feeling the water toying with her nipples longer this time, the stream forcing her heavy tits up toward her face. She loved it, loved every awful second of it as Jack dropped the stream to her crotch and shoved her up toward climax.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Back down to her cunt again.
This time the blast opened the flesh around her clit. It was like a huge mouth sucking and licking her cunt mound. She screamed, throwing her head back, her fingers clutching desperately. She groaned again and again, tensing herself to hurry her orgasm.
"Nnghhhhhhhh!" Laura screamed with frustration.
Jack played the hose now between her spread thighs. Only the softer drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the floor, bathing the undersides of her raised thighs.
Laura levered her ass up, putting her hands on her asscheeks and spreading herself open for the stream. She loved the thrill of the spray against the ring of her shitter. She thought of Hank once more, of his heavy dick, of how he fucked the hell out of her ass while Jack rammed her cunt with his dildo. That awful spray! What it was doing to her!
She groaned, twisting and hoisting her ass up toward the water lewdly, not caring what the Barringtons thought about her any more. Nothing mattered to her except her cunt and what would bring satisfaction to it. The force of that water had aroused every part of her mind and body. The woman had never felt such wild need build up so quickly in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release of her cunt tension.
It was there, just out of reach, just beyond the horizon. Laura strained, lowering her upraised thighs. She needed to feel that stream beating against her clit. The whole top of her cunt seemed to be tied in knots of hunger, waiting for that last shove over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last bit of hot sensuality.
"Man, she's gonna make it. Switch over,"
Jack said, pulling the spray from the woman's cunt and laughing derisively as she howled with displeasure.
Hank moved quickly, turning off the hot water, uncoupling the two-inch hose and refastening it to the other nozzle. In a moment the water sprayed again. But this time it was cold.
"Oooooww!" Laura gasped.
Her cunt clenched like a fist, the muscles cramping from that sudden change in water temperature. She could almost hear her cunt muscles slapping against one another as they clamped down.
"Oh damn, damn, damn!"
They had wrecked her! They had held off the climax she'd sorely needed, pulled it away, leaving her high and dry. Those awful, terrible men! How she hated them, hated them so much she could kill them With her bare hands!
"Ooohohoohhhhh!"
That cold stream flowed faster, it seemed, than the hot one had. It played over her body, constantly centering on her cunt. Laura couldn't believe how, once her pussy had become used to the cold temperature, her sense of impending orgasm was coming. There was that clenching of her cunt muscles. The icy water seemed to immobilize her pussy, holding it at the unbearable height of various spasms for seconds at a time.
"Oh God!" she screamed.
Jack moved the hose, concentrating the spray now on her tits. Laura fought with all her strength, sucking short breaths, her eyes bulging at the effort. The room was filled with her cries and the splashing of the water.
Somewhere in the distance, the men were laughing at her, laughing at her distress as she wriggled under the rushing stream. Her tits seemed to be spasming, battling against the awful chill. Laura just wanted the powerful streams to stop now. She wanted it stopping now. She was more than ready to blow up into thousands of pieces. Her cum was just around the corner.
"Go for it, bitch!"
Jack was having far too much fun watching her writhe and wriggle under the water, playing with her.
Laura felt herself spinning out of control. She wanted to scream, beat the floor with her fists, tear out her hair with frustration. The water wouldn't let her go. It had its grip on her. And then it came! Her orgasm came, came with a tremendous force. She became nothing more than a grunting, screaming animal.
The water and gut-wrenching explosion of her climax wouldn't let her go for several more minutes. Laura writhed on the floor, agonized by the explosions in her pussy. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body.
"Ohhhh God!" she gasped.
She had fouled herself, had revealed to what depths she would sink in order to satisfy her pussy. She was a whore, a slut, a woman who lived for nothing else except gaining the satisfaction her cunt needed. There she lay, panting on the dirty floor, her body slick with water and grease, her pussy clutching as the water sprayed on her cunt.
"Go for it, baby, come on, show us your fuckin' stuff," Jack taunted.
Laura rolled over, feeling the icy stream blasting against the spasming ring of her asshole muscles. Nothing was sacred any more. Nothing mattered. She strangled on her own sobs, her breath driven out by her climax. The garage seemed to darken. Laura dragged her fingers on the cement, still trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own reaction.
Her flesh was tight, stretched over bones and muscles by the chill. The goosebump hardness of her nipples hurt. Her areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt.
Laura slithered across the cold hard floor, still clawing to get away. She was still cumming. She was still cumming!
"Christ, she's still goin' at it! Man, she's still shootin'! "
The naked, still-climaxing woman climbed up, her head tilted back while her orgasm roared through her cunt.
Jack shot the icy water at her shoulders, smashing her tits and hip to the wall.
Laura's arms sagged, then collapsed. She slid down to the cement floor, one hand covering her face. For a moment everything around her darkened. It was as if the whole world were entering her convulsing pussy. The water stopped, and she could hear the Barrington brothers laugh! She hated them!
"Unnnghhhh . . . ohhhhhh!"
Laura lay on the floor for several minutes, hovering between consciousness and a faint. She thought of her daughter, of the pain and humiliation Janie had had to endure at the hands of these men. Were they telling the truth? Had her daughter turned on to them as she had? That would remain an unanswered question forever. Never, never could she tell Janie of what happened here today. This would remain forever a dark secret.
"Ohhh!"
Her head lolled. Someone was carrying her, taking her away from the car bay. She felt her legs dangling over a strong arm, felt something very warm and firm pressing against one arm and her left side. She was half wrapped in a coarse blanket that scratched her skin. She had no idea where they were taking her.
"Ohhhh . . . " she moaned.
Laura had no idea for how long she'd been in this semi-coma. Those awful brothers! The cold water. The woman moaned again, feeling as if she'd been beaten up. All her muscles hurt, throbbed with a dull ache as she was maneuvered to the rear office.
Laura felt the man carrying her shift his grip on her torso. A door was opening. He kicked at it, grabbed her once more, then carried her back into the office.
She lay limp, not wanting them to realize she was gradually awakening.
"Too bad, man. We gotta let you go. 'Course you won't tell the cops anything about this," Jack said, placing her on the bed and stepping back. "Hank's gettin' your car ready. We'll call the bill . . . settled," he said, chuckling at his poor joke.
Laura stirred on the bed, feeling her anger rising once more.
"You rape my daughter, then me, torture both of us and expect me to . . . to do nothing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Jack's smile faded. He raised one hand then shot it down, the back of his hand smashing across Laura's right jaw. Her bead snapped to one side, her hair splashing over her face as she dropped back to the bed. She let out a cry, surprised that after all this she could still feel the pain of a simple slap.
Rubbing the reddened flesh, Laura brushed back her hair and stared angrily up at the big mechanic.
"I ain't askin' you to do nothin'. I'm tellin' you. First," he said, putting one foot up on the bed and leaning down toward her, "you think they're gonna believe your story? You think they're gonna buy it, some fuckin' horny widow and her sexy daughter screamin' rape? Yeah, sure," he went on, chuckling as he placed the toe of his boot on her thigh and pressed down until Laura squealed and inched back, "they'll figure somethin' went on in here. But they're gonna figure you two came over and started prancin' your asses around."
"You . . . you." Laura couldn't finish. She was choked with anger and frustration.
"And then," Jack continued, stroking his chin, "they'll guess that somehow you found out I fucked the daughter . . . or vice versa. Don't matter. You both flipped out and decided to scream rape to get back. And," he went on, leering at her, "even if the case gets to court, how do you think you and the little girl's gonna face up to havin' your sex lives thrown around, huh? You think you can live around here after that kind of trial?"
Laura dropped her eyes, wallowing in her defeat. No, she would never be able to show her face again in the community. And what would her daughter think, knowing the same thing had happened to her mother. No doubt the Barringtons would paint a clear picture of Laura's and Janie's sexuality, one that would be picked up by the papers and spectators alike. They would become a freak show, their lives more ruined than they were now. She could never tell the police, never do anything about this.
"Now you just get dressed and get your ass back home," Jack said, rubbing his boot up and down her thigh, then booting her hard in the ass.
Laura cried out, jerking off the bed, holding her hands over her tits. She waited for him to strike her, to grab her by the hair and pull her over the bed, rolling on top of her and fucking her in the ass or cunt.
Instead, Jack stood there, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand then reaching down and tossing her torn clothes to her.
"Come on, get dressed, cunt, and get the fuck outta here. And oh, by the way," he said, stopping at the doorway and turning around, "you ever need an oil change send the kid down first, then you come along. Maybe we'll do a double fuck."
Jack laughed, slapping the doorway as he went out.
Laura stood by the side of the bed for a long time, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had failed, failed in every way. Instead of outrage and horror she felt a kind of regret, regret that all this was coming to an end! She slipped her bra back on, buckled it, then slipped on her dress, studying the several tears in the material. She would be able to sneak back in her home, past her daughter who would undoubtedly still be asleep. How would she be able to comfort Janie when she wondered about how the girl reacted to all this? Did the teen want to come back here, return to have the same kind of horrible treatment in order to achieve a mind-blowing climax? Was her daughter a carbon copy of her-a whoring slut?
Laura put her hands to her face and shook her head. She couldn't think like this. Somehow she would have to deal with this new force rising inside her and possibly taking over her daughter. It wasn't right, just wasn't right to feel like this when a man beat her.
"Come on, bitch, we gotta close up," Jack shouted from the front office.
Gathering her pride together, Laura straightened up and walked from the back office to the front. Somehow she would deal with this. After all, she was a mature, intelligent woman. She could cope with anything.
