Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressures conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Ellen Haver, the heroine of CHAIN-WHIPPED MOM is an unwilling victim of a suburban subculture. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Ellen struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ellen Haver stood in front of the brown wooden door, her slender fingers clutching the newspaper. She wrinkled the small dirty sheets, twisting them together. Raising her eyes, the attractive blonde checked the address scratched just above the door. Yes, that was right. She raised one hand and curled her fingers into a fist, hesitating to knock. She had called and he was expecting her.
Ellen took a deep breath. It was all so crazy!
She was too old for this kind of thing.
And yet ... and yet there she was, standing at the front door of some stranger feeling that tight wet heat concentrating in that fuzzy bundle between her thighs.
She knocked three times on the door, feeling her flesh tingle and crawl at the sound of her knuckles against the wood. In a moment she heard footsteps behind the door and Ellen began feeling her pussy swell.
"I've been waiting for you."
She still stood outside the door as the late afternoon sun outlined the big man in front of her. The light from inside prevented the woman from seeing just what he looked like but his voice-controlled, deep, rumbling-excited her. Twisting the newspaper again, Ellen lowered her eyes and stepped into the two-story, frame house.
"I-I don't know if I'm into this sort of thing," she began hesitantly, keeping her elbows in at her sides as the big man closed the door.
There was the distinct smell of musty furniture in the air. All the blinds had been drawn and two small lights gave all the illumination in the room.
"The name's Matt. But you know that already," he said, standing in front of the door with his hands on his hips. "You called up for some hard fuckin', right?"
Ellen cringed. She had never heard a man talk so directly to her about ... about doing that. Sex had always been very private, almost secretive. Calling up this stranger was something totally new for the woman. Ellen nodded her head up and down, unsure of what his drift was.
"That's good," he snorted, wiping his chin with the back of one hand. "That's the kinda fuckin' I dig. Now, take off your fuckin' clothes right now."
"What?"
Ellen's jaw dropped, her fingers letting go of the newspaper. She was shocked at the command, feeling terribly vulnerable and shamed at the same time.
"You stupid or somethin' I said, strip! I wanna see you naked in fronta me right now."
"No!" '
Stooping, Ellen picked up the paper and folded it tightly, starting to move toward the door.
"I think I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I'll pay you what you ask and then I'll go," she said with a low voice, reaching for the door.
When Matt slapped her hard across the hand, however, Ellen jerked back, staring at the big man with startled eyes.
"You ain't goin' nowhere till I stick my cock down your throat."
"What are you talking about?"
Ellen staggered back, frightened out of her wits. He was going to hold her there and ... and do things to her. She shook her head from side to side slowly, backing away, looking around for some path of escape. She felt the backs of her legs bumping against something. Turning she saw it was a large box with straps attached to all sides.
As her eyes became accustomed to the dusky light, Ellen realized Matt had converted his living room into a kind of dungeon. There were nightsticks, riding crops, whips, and various other strange instruments hanging on nails and pegs driven into the dirty walls. What had started as a delightful indiscretion was turning into a dangerous visit.
"I told you to fuckin' strip. Now you gonna take off your clothes and put 'em there," he said, pointing to one corner of the room, "or am I gonna have to tear 'em from you?"
"Get away from me. I'll ... I'll call the police if you come any closer," Ellen threatened, her blue eyes rounding with horror.
She drew back as he approached her, holding her hands to her tits. She was shivering all over, her long blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
"Come on, baby, you want it bad. Man, I can almost smell that hot pussy. Gonna smell even better when you strip."
He had to be out of his mind. Only a crazy person would talk like that! Ellen backed away again, finding herself tight against the far wall. The newspaper had fluttered to the floor. He was only a few feet in front of her now, his black moustache and neatly trimmed beard making his face appear terribly evil. When he started moving his fingers through her hair, she slapped his hand away, swallowing hard when she saw his face darken at that move.
"No woman does that to me and gets away with it," Matt said, jerking one hand back.
Ellen instinctively knew what he was going to do with it. She heard the fingers flying through the air, saw the shadow of that moving fist cut through the room. When his fist hit her right cheek, the woman let out a loud cry, the force of that blow knocking her halfway around. Ellen felt her knees buckling as she fell to the floor, her hands raised protectively to her face. No, this couldn't be happening? This had to be some awful nightmare!
"Please, let me go! Don't hurt me!"
Matt only growled in response, twisting the woman's hair in his fingers and jerking up. Ellen squawked, her eyelids fluttering while her forehead creased. Her jaw and cheeks still stung from his blow.
He yanked up on her hair, tearing the blonde strands from her scalp. It felt as if her head were on fire. Ellen screamed, her knees scraping along the carpeting. Matt was pulling her back and forth, laughing at her cries and forcing her body to sway from one side to the other.
"Now we'll get down to some serious fuckin' business."
"No, no! I don't want you to touch me!" Ellen protested, beating her tiny fists against the big man's hands.
"You ain't got a choice. You had it when you called me. You shoulda thought about that before you phoned," Matt countered.
The skin along her thighs and between her tits and ass-cheeks crawled. Ellen looked up after he had dropped her hair. The perspiration on his face made his chin and cheeks glisten hellishly. He was a big man, a bear of a man standing there wearing only his Levi's. His hairy chest was massive, indicating to Ellen that he worked out regularly with weights.
He was everything she could have dreamed about-a massive mountain man who was going to fuck her brains out after so many years of self-imposed chastity. But this ... this was something else. He was on a rampage, a man determined to hurt her before fucking her.
Reluctantly the woman began doing as he asked, unbuttoning her white blouse slowly.
"Come on. I ain't got all fuckin' night. This ain't no fashion show."
"I ... I can't do it. I feel so ashamed," Ellen muttered, dropping her hands helplessly in her lap. Matt sighed with disgust, moving around to the front and holding her chin up.
"Then it looks like you're gonna have to have some help, eh?"
With that he curled his fingers around the top of her blouse, tearing them down and ripping open the garment. Ellen screamed, falling back and clutching the torn-open halves of her blouse. She stared with frightened anger at the big man.
"You tore my blouse! How could you?"
Matt laughed at her, putting his big hands down on her shoulders and shoving her back. Ellen let out a grunt, finding herself scooting back on her ass from the force of that move. He was on top of her in a moment, pulling the torn blouse from her back and flinging it to the floor. When she tried crawling away from him, he grabbed her hair again, filling his palm With her strands.
Again Ellen screamed, the horrible pain shooting through her scalp as he pulled her around the living room floor. She tried pushing forward with her feet to ease the tugging strain against her scalp. But Matt kept changing directions, laughing at her cries. Then he stopped, jerking her close to him. Her mouth struck the side of his left black leather engineering boot, that move cracking her lip. She could taste something warm and salty in her mouth. Blood! Oh God, God, what on earth was going on here?
"Stop this!"
He was tugging at her black skirt now, tearing open the top button, unzipping the garment and tugging it past her knees. Ellen struggled, her hands gripping for the material. But all her defenses were confused, turned about. In a moment she had been stripped of everything except her bra and panties. A draft made her shiver. She threw her arms around herself, her fingers pressing into her soft tummy. Matt was standing some three feet in front of her, fingering her skirt, then throwing it to one side.
"Now, we get to some serious stuff. On your fuckin' knees. Come on!"
She did as she was told, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and staring up at him.
"That's better," he growled. "Now don't move unless I tell you, understand bitch?"
Ellen nodded her head, wincing at the filthy name he called her.
"Good. You're gonna suck some cock today. Then maybe I'll fuck you if you give good head."
He moved around the room, fingering some of the devices hanging from the wall. Ellen followed him with frightened eyes, wondering what those horrid things were used for. He pulled some rope off one peg, fingering it, then bringing it around.
"Gonna make sure you don't get funny again. This'll keep you in line till I'm more sure about you, baby," Matt said.
Ellen felt him looping the half-inch line around her wrists, binding them tightly together with three figure-eight loops before securing them with a slipknot. The rope was tight, cutting much of the circulation from her fingers. She could feel her palms getting cold and damp.
"Goddamned bitch! You got a good home and yet you're so fuckin' hot you gotta come out and fuck with some dude like me, eh?" Matt said pointedly, tugging at her hair again, then sliding his fingers under the elastic band of her bra.
He tugged at it, forcing the cups against her tits. There was more fumbling, then the sensation of the halter loosening around her shoulders. He had stripped her of her bra and now her tits rolled out-big, high-riding and hard-tipped. Matt grunted with satisfaction. He slipped both hands down, cupping her tits and squeezing them hard until Ellen cried out.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Only the start, baby, only the start."
He was massaging her tits, rubbing her nipples up, frictioning them with his fingers until the woman thought she would go out of her mind. Only her late husband had touched her like that, driving her up the wall before sticking his cock in her. And now this stranger was doing it, pinching and rolling those tender nubs, making her cunt hot and weepy with juices. Ellen rolled her thighs and ass, feeling the slick rub of her cunt lips against one another. Her clit was starting to harden as well, rising from its tight-fitting hood.
Matt flattened his hands now, sliding them past her tits down her belly. He crawled all over her, hunching his crotch against her back, his fingers digging into her flesh. Ellen closed her eyes and moaned softly, finding herself starting to enjoy this horror. The image of a hard cock suddenly filled her mind, making her crotch explode with a hot wild throbbing. She wanted a hard cock sawing through her, squeezing through her pussymeat and making her feel like a woman again!
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, nice and warm down there, right baby? Shit, I can smell you from way up here. You're gonna have a good time here."
Ellen let out another moan, letting her head fall back. No man had touched her down there for nearly five years! Her cunt ached for a man's hand! And Matt was pushing his fingers through the thick curly matting of her pussy-hairs. He was panting against the back of her neck, rubbing his crotch against her shoulders while moving his fingers down into her cunt. He slipped his fingers back and forth over her blood-rich cuntmeat and Ellen drew her legs together, rolling her hips up, feeling those fingers slide lewdly back and forth over her furry outer cuntlabes. "Ohhhhhh!"
"And you wanted to get the fuck outta here before. What were you gonna fuck yourself with, a Goddamned barber pole?"
He took her by the upper arm, dragging her over the carpeting and skinning her knees against the short nap. He dragged Ellen over to that box she had noticed before and told her to put her head on it.
"Go on. I ain't gonna cut it off or nothin' like that." he said reassuringly, pushing her over the top of the crate. "Just get down on it or I'll kick you down!"
It was all some horrible game, a game she had fostered and now was playing. Obediently Ellen did as she was told, feeling the cold, splintery wood pressing against her cheek.
"This way."
Roughly he pushed her over the box, draping her head over the far end. Ellen quickly discovered what those straps were for. Matt bent down, taking one of the longer black leather straps that had been double bolted to the side of the crate and draping it around her neck. There was a matching strap with a buckle on the other end there and he mated the two, affixing her head tightly to the crate.
Ellen jerked forward, feeling her knees striking the front-end of the box. Panic began to race through her, making her cuntal walls contract and snap together. Just having her head in that dreadful position horrified her.
"Good bitch. Real good bitch. That's the way a good bitch should be-tied down and helpless so some guy can fuck 'er when he wants, then get out."
She heard the rubbing sound of his trousers sliding over his thighs. He pulled off his boots then his Levi's, throwing them atop her skirt.
"Got a nice big cock for you, baby. It's gonna make you wanna come back here for more after we're through," Matt promised.
She tried raising her head to see what he was doing. But the strap holding her neck down prevented the woman from doing much. Ellen's eyes traveled across the floor of the room and lighted upon the newspaper, that awful newspaper she had held at the front door only minutes before.
"Gonna have to loosen you up a little, I'll bet," Matt said, tapping her between the shoulders with something very cold and hard.
He walked around, bringing that instrument around to her eyes. Seeing a nightstick dangling right next to his cock, Ellen's eyes widened. They seemed to be nearly the same size. She blinked rapidly, her nostrils burning as she studied both instruments of torture.
The big black nightstick swung back and forth, tapping at times against Matt's thickly-muscled thighs. His cock jutted from his black-haired groin, big blue veins throbbing while the fat meaty head pulsed with excitement. Ellen hadn't ever seen anything that big ever! Her late husband had had a big cock, she thought, but it certainly hadn't been this big!
Matt brought the nightstick around to the back of her neck, pressing it against her skull, then sliding it back and forth. Ellen trembled. She knew he was going to hurt her with that thing!
' 'Owwwwwww!"
It came with a stinging, heated blow against her right ass-cheek, making the flesh jiggle and redden. Ellen groaned, banging her body against the large wooden box. Bending forward slightly, Matt prevented the crate from moving. He brought the black nightstick up once again and then snapped it down, crashing it hard against the woman's other ass-cheek. "Owwwwww!"
Ellen shut her eyes, her eyelids wrinkling while tears welled up behind them. Gasping with pain she worked her wrists against one another. Matt gave her several more blows along the sides of her belly, poking the rounded tip of the nightstick against her stomach and inducing tiny grunts from the bound woman.
"Christ you got a nice body, lady. A real nice fuckin' body."
Matt moved around from the front of the crate, straddling her, hitting her ass again and again with that awful nightstick. Ellen jerked back, the headstrap cutting into her skin. Oh, oh, this was awful! Horrible! she hadn't come for this sort of sex but now there was nothing she could do about it.
CHAPTER TWO
"Uh ... no, no, not there! Not there!"
Ellen was frantic. Matt had brought the nightstick down to her ass-hole and was moving it up and down. Her eyes rounded, then nearly popped from her skull as he started screwing the awful thing into her ass-hole. Her thighs tightened and cramped as she raised her ass and tried scrambling away from the painful intrusion.
Matt relaxed for a second, tapping the stick along her sides, then bringing it down hard between her jutting shoulder blades. A sharp pain throbbed through her shoulders and down her back, crashing into her spine. Blinding light flashed across her eyes as Ellen slumped to the floor.
"That's better," he muttered, bringing the stick back down to her ass-hole and twisting it in.
Ellen groaned, turning her head to one side and sobbing. Hot, salty tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as she tried easing the awful pain between her shoulder blades. The stabbing agony of the nightstick being screwed into her ass-hole brought her around. Ellen twitched as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. No! No! No one had ever fucked her there and no one would.
She was squealing now, twisting her body around, bobbing her ass up and down to keep that awful thing from sliding into her ass. Matt had already squeezed at least one inch of that stick into her and was twisting it around. Ellen squeezed her sphincter, pushing out as if taking a shit. She would keep him from shoving the nightstick up into her bowels if it was the last thing she did. "Take it, slut!"
He kicked her with his bare feet, slapping her again with one hand, then shoving the nightstick in another inch. Ellen cried out, the cords sticking from her neck while her toes and fingers curled. The pain was mind-splitting. He started moving the stick in and out, twisting and screwing it at the same time, growling like a mad dog when Ellen rolled her ass up and flexed her assmuscles.
"Owwwwww!"
Her face was a twisted mask of pain as Matt fucked her with that nightstick, sliding it back and forth, then finally pulling it with a loud pop from her butt hole. Ellen shivered, laying her head against the side of the box and panting heavily. Her sphincter was still quivering from that brutal fuck. What was more strange was the way her clit had reacted. She realized that it had grown hotter the harder he had fucked her with the nightstick. At the time Matt had pulled the instrument from her ass-hole, her clit was sputtering and sparkling. Relaxing, Ellen felt something hot dribbling from her cunthole. That awful fucking had actually made her hot!
Sensing this Matt moved the nightstick down, wiping it first against her back. In a moment she could feel the smooth hard surface rubbing up and down against her cunt lips, pressing into her hot, frothy fuckcrack. Bringing the nightstick all the way down the big man forced the ribbed end near the handle against her clit. Ellen gasped, her mouth opening, her tongue flicking against the insides of her cheeks as she found herself bobbing her ass up and down again.
Her cheeks jiggled against one another as that fearful ribbed section of the nightstick rubbed up against her clit. Ellen cried out, her cunt folding in and trying to milk at that awful thing.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. That's the way," Matt grunted. "Move that butt, slide it up and down over my stick. That's the way you're gonna feel real good. Up against my nightstick and then against my cock!"
Twisting the stick around, he shoved two inches into her cunt suddenly, the fast intrusion sending Ellen's cunt into tremors of need. She bucked, arching her back like a cat and snapping her head against the restraining strap while letting out a long, low wail. Fucked! She was being fucked for the first time in five years! Her mind whirled at the fact, her cunt snapping down on the fucking stick.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"That's it, you Goddamned slut-bitch! Come on, fuck back at it! Fuck it like it was my cock!" Matt growled, saliva frothing around the corners of his mouth.
Ellen did as ordered, crouched in that awkward position. She bobbed her butt around like a woman possessed, fucking back at the stick and grunting like a stuck pig while that nightstick fucked her again and again.
"Christ, you're gonna make me cum just watchin' you."
Ellen could feel something happening even with this light fucking. A hot, tight feeling inside her was growing more and more intense as the big stud fucked her with the nightstick. She was starting to ease up to climax, the woman could feel it boiling in the pit of her belly. Ellen contracted her tummy muscles, arching her spine once more and throwing back her ass up against the nightstick.
"Damn it!"
Matt squeezed his cock with one hand, fucking the woman with the other. Ellen knew he had nearly shot his load so she stopped her ass moves, groaning as the stick stopped its regular chugging and rummaging action through her cunt. Soon the big stud calmed, releasing a long-held breath and easing the nightstick from her cunt.
"Too much, baby. You were real frantic for that, weren't you? You're gonna be more frantic when I get through with you."
He walked around to the front once more, sliding the stick under her chin and bringing it up to her throat. Ellen gagged as he pressed it up against her windpipe.
"Gonna throat-fuck you, bitch. Gonna choke you with this mother."
"Awwwwwwkk!"
Matt pulled the nightstick up against the underside of her chin, pushing her head back until the woman thought her neck would snap from the pressure. Hunkering down a little more, he shoved his cock up against her nose, his groin flattening her nostrils. Ellen choked, the smell of a man's crotch sending her into high heat, A warm/chilly glow washed over her, making her shiver with unholy delight as his balls pillowed up against her chin. He was fucking her face, rubbing his wet cock up over her high cheekbones. He was greasing down her face with pre-cum!
"Take it, you fuckin' wormy bitch! Suck down this mother-fucker, slut! Clean me out," Matt said, his voice thick and shaking.
The nightstick nearly choked the wind from her lungs. Ellen reluctantly opened her mouth, waiting for the inevitable plunge. Matt took it, bending his knees a little more, then sliding his cock into her mouth. She swallowed hard, feeling that fat meaty head rubbing over her front teeth, then sliding over the top of her tongue until it touched her tonsils. She was filled with cockmeat, her mouth awash with his pre-cum.
"Mmmmmffffff!"
Matt refrained from moving his hips back and forth, preferring instead to stir his cock in her mouth. Ellen found herself lapping at his cock, curling her tongue and rubbing the tip of it against the thick tube bulging from the underside of his prick. Matt liked that. He groaned, rubbing his nipples with the flat of one hand while still shoving the nightstick up against her throat to keep her head tilted back.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it," he cried, half-closing his eyes. "Good head, baby. Good tongue action. Bob that ass around to show me how much you like takin' in my meat and keep that tongue goin'. "
Ellen had no trouble in showing him how delighted she was. She had sucked her husband off many times and only now realized just how much she'd missed it. She couldn't twist and bob her head as she used to do with Hank. But still she managed to work her tongue around this man's prick meat, barely and teasingly scraping the underside of his cock "with her front teeth. Matt sighed again, tapping her approvingly with his nightstick.
"You keep doin' that and you're gonna clean out these ol' tubes. Oh yeah, yeah, suck it! suck it down real deep."
He shoved down hard, his cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. Ellen thought it was almost like being smothered with a pillow. She tried breathing around the fat head blocking her air passage but Matt had jammed too much of his cock in her mouth. The woman let out a choked cry, wriggling her tongue, hoping that somehow the pleasure she gave him would make him pull his prick out a little. He was enjoying this, however, watching her panic grow in her eyes while he throat-fucked her. Ellen gagged once again, crying out in muffled, frightened tones while the fat prick still lodged deep in her mouth.
"Okay, bitch. I ain't gonna knock you off.
This ain't no snuff party," Matt said, pulling his cock out until only the head remained resting on her pouting lower lip. Ellen sighed, sucking in air and filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen. "Oh, ohhhhh!"
He pulled out, sliding the nightstick from under her chin and bringing it down with a hard thwack against her left thigh. The pain made the woman scream, forcing her to roll half over onto the floor. The resulting choking pressure on her throat brought Ellen back. She scrambled painfully around to get back into the doggie fucking position he had forced her into originally.
"You're like a fuckin' dog. And that's just how you're gonna get fucked-doggie style."
He reached down, pulling the strap until it left a long red mark against her throat and made the blonde cry out in panic.
"Don't get so fucked up, baby. Just takin' it off."
He was right. Suddenly Ellen felt the pressure ease around her throat. The leather strap was gone! But Matt still kept the rope tied tightly around her wrist. He was talking about fucking-fucking her hard, fucking her brutally. As much as it excited her, the thought of having him this aroused enteringjier frightened the woman. She started fighting back as best she could, kicking and biting as he began dragging her from the box.
"That's how I dig it, baby. You know just what I want-some bitch who's got some life in 'er. Not some mealy-mouthed little cunt who's just out for some strange cockmeat!"
"Animal! Filthy animal. I ... I hate you for doing this to me!"
"You're gonna thank me for it," Matt countered, pulling her back and then letting her fall to the floor on her back.
Ellen rapidly swung her legs around, tucking them under her ass and sitting straight up, staring at Matt. Her arms were still pulled tightly behind her, her wrists touching her lower spine. Without another word Matt unbuckled his belt, sliding it from the loops then slipping it around her throat. Grabbing hold of both ends, he pulled back, dragging the gagging, screaming Ellen as if she were a log.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Matt pulled her over to a small hassock trimmed with black leather. Over this he draped her, kicking her in the ass and telling her to shut up. When she continued screaming, the big man pulled a foul-smelling handkerchief from his trousers and shoved it into her mouth. When Ellen tried moving away from him, Matt smacked her hard across the back of the head with his right hand, temporarily stunning the blonde into submission.
"Gotta rope you up some more, I guess."
When Ellen came back around, she felt him roping her ankles, binding them together in the same way he had bound her wrists. The rope tightened painfully around her flesh, making the woman wince in pain.
"Yeah, you're in powerful heat-just like some Goddamned animal in the woods."
Matt squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Her eyes were big, staring straight out in front of her as he moved his hands up her thighs and began brushing his knuckles against her cunt lips. Her pulse raced and her juices spilled out of her. He reached forward, cupping her left tit and fondling it.
"Gotta do somethin' more with this. Yeah, gotta make you really hot so you'll pop off the sec I stick it to you."
Ellen heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of his Levi's. Then there was the sound of the belt cracking against itself. He had doubled it, brought it down to her head and was popping it next to her ear. She flinched each time the belt exploded, guessing that he was about to bring the belt crashing against her body.
"This'll be for all the damned lies you been tellin' since I been workin' on you."
The belt came down, the leather hissing in the air like a flying snake. Ellen clenched her teeth together, bunching up her ass-cheeks against one another and waiting for the stinging blow. It came with a vengeance, smacking her skin.
She let out a high-pitched yelp, her body pitching forward against the leather hassock. Even after the leather had left, Ellen could still feel the stinging warmth that pinched into her ass-flesh. Again she heard the belt slicking its way toward her, the slap of leather on her naked ass forcing her to tense. Matt put one foot up on her neck, rolling her back, then rubbing his big toe over her exposed ass-hole. Ellen groaned, twisting her hips and moving away from him.
"The more you get, the more you fuckin' want," he said. With that the belt smacked down between her ass-cheeks, the beveled tip catching her ass-hole and yanking it out of shape. "Eaghhghghhh!"
A flash of pain more powerful than any she had ever felt in her life exploded in her ass-hole. It sent streamers of sharp pain racing through her ass and piercing into her cunt. Her thighs tightened, tensing against the hassock while her ass reddened under the steady rain of heavy blows.
"For fuckin' around with me, baby, you're gonna get some more of this shit."
Ellen tightened her ass, raising it and clenching it into two fists. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin while her cunt snapped shut. Her tingling clit waited for the next blow as a long red welt erupted on her white ass.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The leather smacked once more, this one crossing the first two and leaving a crazy quilt grid on the woman's violated ass-cheeks. Now it cut the flesh! Ellen groaned, spittle wetting down the filthy handkerchief gagging her. The rag nearly choked her when she inhaled and the whole thing made her dizzy. Swirls of bright orange and yellow light exploded behind her eyes, making her brain whirl about drunkenly.
The sounds of Matt's curses became all jumbled in her head as she endured his attack.
"Bitch! Goddamned shit-flower! You come up here and expect to be treated like some Goddamned lady?" Matt screamed, bringing the leather belt down hard against the back of her neck.
"Eaghghghgh!"
She snapped her head back, spitting out the handkerchief with her latest yowl. Matt bent down, shaking the saliva from the material then jamming it back roughly into her mouth until Ellen coughed violently. Another blow ripped into her right ass-cheek, making the woman wonder if Matt had changed from the strap back to the nightstick. The sensation was so painful! Then she saw the belt snaking up over her head once again and felt it slice into her flesh with that dreadful smacking sound, drawing tears from her eyes and hot, frothy juice from her cunt.
Moving her thighs around the hassock, Ellen opened her crotch, forcing her hips into the piece of furniture. Something, a torn piece of material jutting out perhaps, slipped against her cunt. While Matt smacked the belt over her ass, Ellen manipulated her cuntal muscles until she felt that intrusion tickling up against her clit. She relaxed her thigh muscles and let the next blow ripple her ass, working her cunt along the sharp-edged protrusion. Another moan escaped from her lips as her clit started sputtering all over again. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Matt was beating her about the shoulder blades for a while, watching as she jerked her head up and down. A particularly savage blow just at the base of her neck forced her head to snap back. She straightened her spine, pushing back her ass almost in an open invitation for Matt to hit her harder. He accepted, smacking her butt again and again and driving the woman crazy.
"Get over, over, like a woman gettin' fucked should be," Matt said, grabbing hold of her hair and shoving her face over the cassock.
The beating was suddenly over, Ellen could tell that. He was forcing her over, moving her ass up and getting into position. Her head was practically touching the carpeting when the big stud moved up behind her, reaching down and feeling her cunt.
"Knew it, man. That fuckin' beatin's fryin' up your pussy. Good, hot, wet pussy, just the way I dig it."
Ellen wanted him to rape her, to beat her, to drive that hard thick thing through her like a knife and make her cum like a wild woman. She wanted to feel her pussy gobbling up his cock, and demanding more and more as he fucked her into oblivion.
"Uhhhh!"
She snapped her head back, her jaws parting as far as they could. The handkerchief fell out as he had penetrated her, drilling his prick all the way in. Buzzing, exploding sounds rattled through her head as Matt gripped her hips and began the final round of this bondage scene.
CHAPTER THREE
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!"
Ellen squeezed her cuntal muscles tight, holding onto the fucking cock for her dear life. Gasping through the spit-soaked gag, the woman felt Matt slapping her ass hard, his fingers bruising her already violated flesh.
"Gonna see just how much you can take, bitch. And I bet you can take a whole lot. Gonna carve my initials on your Goddamned ass-cheeks with a knife. Then you're gonna remember Matt every time you strip naked."
He pulled out, a stream of liquid fire oozing from her fuzzy cunthole. Ellen bawled, feeling her pussywalls shrinking back together. She felt alone, abandoned the moment Matt had withdrawn his cock. She ground her teeth together, rolling her ass around and bobbing it up and down in a frantic search for his cock. He was back, a long knife in one hand. Straddling her, riding her, Matt slipped his prick back in, filling her up until his balls flattened up against her ass. She felt something cold against her side and guessed it was the blade.
"I want to hear you squeal just like a gutted Pig."
Ellen jerked her head up, her eyes wide and focused on the knife now in front of her. He pressed the flat of the blade against her nose, rocking the knife to the right so the pointed tip gouged against her cheek. Was he going to scar her face? Ellen whimpered, too terrified to move.
"Come on, baby, come on. I wanna know if you dig havin' this happen to you."
"No, no," she whispered softly, holding her breath, waiting for his next move.
"like hell you don't."
He had the knife to her throat now, shaving it up and down in the hollow of her throat. She felt the knife scraping down, the pressure moving to her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, stinging a groove without drawing blood. That touch made her skin break into gooseflesh as she felt her cunt and ass-hole clench down hard in fear.
"Ohhhhh!"
Slapping her head back, Ellen screamed a cry of repressed terror. Matt had begun fucking her again, pushing his meat slowly in and drawing out more and more juice from her overheated cunthole. Ellen groaned, her mind torn between the sheer terror of being sliced to death and the complete delight of being fucked by the biggest, hardest cock in the world. Matt laughed and bore down, hammering his cock against her clit like an ax against flint. Sparks seemed to fly from her cunt while the big man traced her heavy tit with the tip of his blade. Ellen cried out again, her rump jerking up and down while a new fire exploded around the tight, rubbery rim of her cunt.
"Stop! Oh God, please..."
Ellen shouted again, twisting her body around. The ropes, the hassock, everything conspired against her. This time she felt the knife trace a pattern on her stiff nipple. Matt was taking his time, enjoying her mounting terror, loving the feel of her writhing sleek body gyrating under him. In a moment she felt her nipples becoming hard as the steel tormenting them. Closing her thighs, she felt sharp fiery convulsions race through her pussy.
"Bitch. You're enjoying it," he said, fucking down even harder.
"Uhhhhh!"
Ellen couldn't understand it herself. All she knew was that as the blade tip pointed at the nipple, her clit seemed to catch fire. She felt the blade moving, triggering a cluster of pleasure-pain sensations. The blade didn't have to cut through flesh to send her off spinning with delightful sensations exploding in her pussy.
Now the knife was at the nipple, circling the tiny thumb, making the peak turn a darker red. Ellen let out another squeal, shooting back her ass and feeling her bloated clit rub against his cock. It was about to explode and she was going to cum and cum hard. Ellen jerked her body, panting wildly while twisting under his violent caress.
"Now, baby, I see you're gonna pop. So am I," Matt admitted.
Ellen's face was contorted. Her eyelids were clenched tight while her cheeks drew in. Her lips drew back tight across her teeth while her jaws parted and saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. She was a wild animal rutting like this in front of this strange man while he fucked her like crazy.
"Go for it, slut!"
Matt paused, took a breath, then shoved in and held her firmly. Ellen let out a wail, throwing her head back and alternately screaming and laughing as her climax erupted. She could feel the cum splashing in her, eating, it seemed, into her cunt like acid! It was enough to send her off into a mind-splitting oblivion. She bobbed her ass around, screaming and shouting while those stinging, aching spasms hit her again and again.
Matt slapped and beat her, throwing away the knife and holding her down while he fucked her down into the floor. His body straightened, angling over hers while his cock pounded savagely down into her cunthole. She felt those delicious shots of spunk hosing her pussy, oozing out finally and running down her inner thighs.
Even now as she slumped exhausted against the hassock, Ellen knew she would be back. The savagery, the humiliation, the fucking all appealed to something dark within her. She slumped there and heard Matt let out a long sigh as he pulled his cock slowly from her.
"Man, I fucked lots of chicks before. But you're one of the hottest. Baby, we're gonna make some good music together for a long time," he said, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
Ellen lay there for several minutes while he dressed. Only after he had tucked his plaid shirt into his Levi's did Matt bend down and start to untie her bonds, Ellen was unsure of what to do as she felt the rope slip off her wrists and ankles.
"Get up and get out. You got my number, slut. You call when you want more action," Matt said, pulling her up by the arm and dragging the unsteady woman over to her clothes.
"But, but..."
"No buts, baby. You get the fuck outta here. I got shit to do. Can't fuck you all damned day-although I'd sure as hell like to," Matt said, giving her a loud slap across the butt. "Besides, you gotta heal up them welts before I start in on you again. Call me later."
Ellen slipped her panties on, gathering her torn bra and stuffing it into her large black leather purse. Her blouse had been ripped as well, but she managed to arrange the material so the tears didn't show. Scooping her purse up from the floor, she cast one last look behind her. Matt was standing there in front of the hassock he had fucked her on, grinning from ear to ear.
She wanted to tell him she wouldn't be back. She wanted to tell him he was the most vile, filthy man she had ever met in her life. But then Ellen remembered his touch, the feel of leather smacking across her butt, the sensation of danger and pain mixing delightfully with the pleasure of being fucked . . .no, she couldn't lie to him.
Struggling with herself, the woman turned and walked briskly from the room, feeling the wonderful sensation of her cum-smeared pussylips rubbing against one another. Only as she walked into the street did Ellen think of her daughter again. She would have to be careful. She didn't want Kim finding out about this little business of hers.
Gathering her blouse about her, Ellen adjusted the shoulder strap of her purse and walked as briskly as she could back toward her home.
Kim would be home from school soon. She would make dinner and they would have another pleasant evening in front of the television. Ellen smiled, knowing there would be other times, other days when she and Matt would get together.
The warm, tingling sensation of having just been fucked still glowed in her swollen pussy. Standing at the corner waiting for a green light, Ellen felt the smooth, slick rub of her labia against one another. She liked that feeling, the sensation of warmth washing over her flesh. She rubbed her left upper arm with her fingers briskly while waiting, smiling as a twinge itched through her clit and made her knees buckle.
Matt. What an appropriate name-so masculine, so firm. He had been firm with her certainly, making her go through all those tricks before he had fucked her. Stepping down into the street, Ellen wondered what else he would do to her. What other tricks did he have up his sleeve? There were instruments on the wall he hadn't used on her. But there would be other days, as he had said-and she was sure she would relish them!
Some miles away, however, her daughter Kim, was hardly relishing the situation she found herself in at that moment.
"Lemme go! Stop it!" she cried.
"There's no place for me to go except right into your pussy."
"Pussy?"
Kim's mouth widened, her eyes rounding at the sound of that word. It was filthy, one of the words her mother had slapped her for having said one evening. And now this animal, this horrid boy, was telling her things. And the three others behind him only grinned.
"Go away! You shouldn't be down here anyway. And your filthy mouth's gonna get you in trouble."
Kim took three books from her locker, slamming the door loudly and locking it. She looked around. There was no one in the corridor. She bit her lower lip, feeling a little bit nervous. She knew she shouldn't have stayed after school this long but there had been some things she wanted to check out in the library. Now it was spooky here-especially with Albert Kalascz and his buddies standing around her.
"Ain't gonna get in trouble. Just as long as you don't do nothin' funny with me and have a good time."
"I'm not going to have a good time with you or any of your friends," she said airily, brushing past Albert and heading for the stairs.
It was a style that had worked before, she knew, Kim silently vowed she would never come down to her locker alone this late again.
"You're gonna do it, just like Karen and all the other girls do."
"You're crazy. I'm not going ... ohhhh!"
One of Al's friends took her books away. He had them in his hands and kept them away from her as she fought to get them back.
"You're gonna get in trouble for this," Kim said, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and lurching for the books.
"You won't get 'em back till I get a shot at your cunt."
With that he slipped one hand tightly around her waist, clamping the other around her opening mouth. His palm pressed so tightly against her lips it felt to Kim as if her teeth must be cutting into them.
Kim panicked, her legs going out from under her and kicking forward. They were going to rape her! She felt Al dragging her back, back toward the janitor's office.
"In here. He's up front working on one of the boilers. He ain't gonna be back for an hour.
There's more 'n enough time to fuck 'er."
It was Jerry Weiss, a tall redhead who played center on the basketball team. He had grabbed her books and now was scampering behind Al, working the doorknob until the door opened.
"In here. He's got a cot 'n everything. We'll be able to have a good time with the bitch," Jerry said to his buddy Lou, who took the books and held the door open for Al.
"Good fuckin'! It's gonna be good fuckin' with this little cunt."
Kim tried biting the hand covering her mouth, but Al purposely kept his palm flat and wide, making it impossible for her to get a good grip. Her heels dragged over the concrete, her sandals slipping off. Lou gathered them up and threw them into the room, looking around cautiously before sliding into the room and locking the door behind them.
"Noofffff!"
There was movement around her. When she was able to move around, she could see Al had tugged off his pants. He was naked from the waist down and something very long and thick and pink protruded from between his legs. His cock! She had seen enough pictures and heard enough tales to know what that thing was. He was going to stick it in her and fuck her. She was still a virgin, but after this session Kim knew that would be a thing of the past. "Mmmmmfffff!"
"Take a good look at it, baby. I'm gonna stick that thing right in you and make you feel good and warm and tight. Then I'm gonna let my buddies do the same thing. By the time we get through with you, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore in your fuckin' body."
"Mmmmmffff ... no, no, help me! Oh, God, somebody out there help me! They're going to rape me!"
By twisting around and biting down, Kim managed to break free temporarily. She lurched forward, slapping away Al's right hand and jumping for the door. She managed to beat her tiny fists against the wood, shouting and screaming for all she was worth. But there was no one left in the school and her words went unheeded.
A sharp blow between her shoulder blades nearly brought her to her knees and Kim slumped forward, tears springing to her eyes. More hands were pawing her, tearing her blue print summer frock and drawing her back into the savage pack.
"No, no, oh God, no!"
It was a savage nightmare coming true. She would be raped, and raped brutally. She could see that in their eyes!
"My bladder's almost as full as my balls. Maybe I'll piss inside you after I get through."
The other boys laughed in approval, watching as Kim winced at the suggestion.
"That'll take care of you tryin' any stunt again if you feel piss splashin' around in your cunt."
He twisted his hands in her hair, tugging on it, making the girl cry out in excruciating agony. He was pulling her around the room, shoving her face up against Lou's and then Jerry.
The tall redhead grabbed her hard around the waist, pressing his lips against hers and sticking his tongue down her throat! Kim shrank back. She had never kissed a boy like that, and now he was shoving his tongue down her throat, letting his spit mingle with hers while Al tugged at her dress.
"Noooo!"
Kim tried screaming again, but Al's hand clamped more tightly around her mouth. She thought she would surely pass out from disgust and fright. But then she decided she would not pass out. Stay alive. Worry about everything else afterward, but stay alive, she said to herself.
"Better, much better," Al murmured into her right ear, his wet mouth making her shudder with disgust. "For being such a nice girl I'm gonna give you a gift. Yeah, we're all gonna give you something nice and hard. You'll learn to love what I give you. And later on at home, you're gonna wish you had all of us around you, fucking you, feeling you."
"Nooooo!"
But the protest was barely a whisper. Kim knew by now she would have to endure whatever they threw at her. Tomorrow there would be time to tell the principal and her mother and the police what these boys had done to her. But now she would first have to endure their horror.
"Now we get down to business."
Al had her pressed up against one wall. She felt a kind of damp stickiness forming between one side and his belly as he pressed himself against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his shirt and onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a bit, the other remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the wall.
"Get 'er on the floor, man, so we can all enjoy the slut."
"Good idea. Yeah, we'll all have a crack at her. Maybe at the same time."
Al moved back, wrestling Kim to the floor, bending her knees with his. The girl panicked, feeling his cock rubbing up against her ass. Her dress had ridden up during the struggle and now her panties were clearly exposed. She could feel a cool draft blowing up against the backs of her thighs and onto her ass.
"Aiyeeeeee!"
Her worst fears had been confirmed. Al reached around and grabbed part of her right ass-cheek between a thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard, pinching the tender flesh right through the pink nylon material. Slowly he rubbed the material up against her ass-flesh, working the elastic waistband down, down until her panties were just a twisted nylon rope stretched between her bent knees. Kim sobbed, knowing her ass and cunt were naked.
"You see it? She got a furry pussy? Man, some blonde girls don't have nothin' down there," Lou said, peering forward in the dim light and trying to see between her legs.
"She's got hair ... lots of it," Al said, moving his hand around between her thighs and cupping his fingers lightly around her pussy mound.
Kim groaned, feeling those digits sinking into her blood-rich cuntmeat. He was touching her in that secret, private place, a place where only her husband should have that right to touch. Kim blushed furiously, feeling her pulse start to race. This would be a horrid, horrid day!
CHAPTER FOUR
"What if old man Kravitz comes in?" Jerry asked, looking at the locked door worriedly as Al wrestled off the rest of Kim's clothes.
"Then we'll give him a piece of the action. She's gonna be so fucked after we get going with her she won't know the difference. He looks like he could use a good piece of hot ass anyway. He's been starin' at some of the girls real weird anyway. He's sure appreciate a hot piece of pussy like Kim."
"No, noooo!"
They were going to pass her around like meat! Kim recoiled at the thought, feeling her dress tear as hands pawed at the material.
"Get the dress and panties off of her," Jerry whispered, moving the cot around.
Al grabbed the garment and pulled, tearing the top of the dress open, the buttons popping off. Then he put his fingers between the two cups of her bra, yanking down and tearing the thin cotton material. Kim let out a gasp, feeling her tits tumbling out and swinging down in front of her. She drew her hands up, cupping them over her naked tits.
No! This was awful, too much! There was more tearing and her dress slid down over her shoulders too easily. They were stripping her, her bare, naked white flesh gleaming in the semi-darkness. Al was moving quickly, grabbing her panties and yanking them down over her knees, her ankles, her toes. When he touched her hot cunt lips with the palm of one hand, Kim bucked her ass in fear and excitement, feeling a strange kind of tingly tight itch.
"Uhhhh!"
"I think she's gonna like this," Al said, stroking his cock with one hand and moving his fingers of the other around her pussy.
"No, no, this is crazy! Please, let me go. I promise I won't tell anybody."
"When we get through with you, you won't be able to tell anybody."
To emphasize his point, Al pinched her right inner thigh hard, slapping her ass for added stress. Kim squealed, struggling wildly. She opened her mouth, getting out one shouted scream before the big stud clamped his hand over her lips yet again.
"Thought you were over that stage now. Too bad. Gimme some rags, guys."
Jerry brought over some cleaning rags that stank of kerosene. These Al jammed in Kim's mouth, fixing them to her lips by running three rounds of black electrician's tape around her skull. The smell and taste of that gasoline-like mixture on the rag made the teen gag and choke.
"Shut up, Kim. You're gonna get fucked. And believe me, this is probably the best thing that'll ever happen to you."
Kim felt Al's hands smoothing over her naked thighs. He was playing games with her, teasing her flesh, kneading the white skin into tight little balls and pinching them until she screamed with pain. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly with his fingers, moving closer and closer to her cunt lips until Kim thought he would hurt here there, too. "Iiiieeeeffff!"
There was the sound of more movement. Tearing her head away from Al's grip, she looked around and saw Lou and Jerry unbuckling their Levi's. The trousers slid down and two long, skinny cocks shot up from under their jockey shorts. Jerry forced her down to the floor, curling his fingers around her hair and jerking her head up. He lifted her face into his lap, shoving her nose against his crotch and forcing her to inhale the pungent odor of his groin.
Her nose flattened against his crotch. She had never had her face in a man's groin before! He rubbed her face around in his crotch hairs, flattening his balls against her chin and talking about having her put her mouth on his cock.
Kim balked, struggling to get away, ignoring those pinching feeling moves of Al's while trying to get her face away from his groin. When she felt the blood-engorged, meaty cockhead press up against her nose, Kim closed her mouth as tightly as she could. She tried raising up again, but Jerry drew his hand around the back of her head, shoving her face even harder against his groin. At the same time, he reached around and grabbed one handful of her tits, squeezing it with the same roughness Al was applying to her ass. "Nooooffffff!"
He ripped the gag away, pulling the gasoline rags from her mouth after having torn the tape from her head.
"Eagghhhghghgh!"
Kim tried shouting again. But her cries were muffled by the fat cock rubbing up against her mouth. Jerry tried to force his cockmeat in, applying pressure to the point where her jaws came together. The resulting pain nearly made Kim faint. She relented, opening her lips and swallowing hard as Jerry repositioned himself and slipped his prickmeat into her mouth.
"Uhhhh ... man, nice hot mouth. Oh yeah, yeah, that's real nice. Take that cockmeat and suck down on it, baby. Yeah, move them lips against it."
Kim felt filthy, obscene! A man's prick was inside her mouth, pressing against the insides of her cheeks! Her cheeks puffed out with prickmeat, saliva frothing around the corners of her stretched lips. Jerry moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his balls against her chin.
Kim wanted to bite down on that thing to teach him a lesson but she was too terrified.
"I'm gonna fuck her now," Al said.
Reaching down between her thighs, the boy-dug his fingers into her ass for leverage. Slowly he forced his thumb into her tight, wet cunt. He smiled, seeing Kim was growing more and more excited by what was happening in spite of her revulsion and terror. He twisted his fingers around and around, making the girl writhe.
She looked up at Jerry. He was slowing down his mouth-fucking now, slipping his fat cock all the way down into her throat and laughing as she choked, then pulling it out. Long strings of drool oozed from the stretched corners of her lips. Twice Kim couched, jerking her head back in an attempt to be rid of that awful thing. But Jerry held on, fanning his fingers around the back of her skull and pulling her back down onto his cock-rod. Al was sliding his fingers down into her pussy, moving them around and around until his index finger touched her cherry. Then he stopped, a smile on his face.
"Man, she's a virgin, all right! I can feel it," he said, poking his finger against the thin membrane.
Kim protested, wriggling her ass and clenching her thighs. She cried out again as Al pressed harder against her cherry.
"Hey, somethin' there I can use to pop 'er with? I don't wanna get my fingers dirty," Al said.
He toyed with her clit, pressing the tiny bud up and down. He watched Kim's ass-cheeks bunch up into two hard fists at each stroke.
"How about this rattail file, man? It's good for gettin' into tight places," Lou said with a grin, handing the fourteen-inch tool to his buddy.
"Your new lover, Kim. You think you're gonna dig 'im?"
Kim reared back, her eyes nearly crossing as she took in the horrible instrument. Again the blonde teen tried backing away, digging her knees against the floor while backing down. Jerry slapped her across the back of the head, tightening his skull grip while feeding her more of his cock.
She coughed, spitting out the collection of saliva at the back of her throat. He muttered some obscenity and dragged her back while Al rubbed the file against Kim's left cheek. He was doing that purposely, trying to terrify her more. He succeeded. The girl shivered, moaning into the mouth-rodding cock. Al gripped the small wooden handle, moving it from her face to her ass.
"Good fuckin' baby. That's what you're gonna get after we take care of this."
Kim felt the pointy tip rubbing up against her cunt lips. In a moment she felt the stinging metal grooves squeezing past her tightened pussylabes. The extreme cold of the iron played havoc with her cuntal muscles, forcing them to contract and tighten around the strange invader. Kim made a face, her lips loosening around the rodding cock while that awful iron thing slipped up her pussy-hole. Again she back away and again Al pursued her, twisting the file around and around, inching it down into her pussy until the tip rubbed up against her cherry.
"Nooooffff!"
The girl's eyes were wide with horror, her nostrils flaring while her body shuddered if touched by a live electric wire. Her cunt felt tight, hot and wet around that awful instrument and Kim felt a pain she had never imagined before in her life. She had had no idea that being fucked could be this painful. Kim screamed and shouted, spitting the cock from her mouth and crying out for help.
"Yaggghhhh! Oh, God, help me! Oh, it hurts, hurts!"
"Shut the bitch up with your cock, Jerry. Don't want nobody comin' in here now," Al said, shoving the file in a little more, then twisting it around and around.
Kim saw he was reaming out her cunthole the way her father had used a similar tool to ream out holes in wood. She twisted and rolled her ass around, crying unashamedly now as the pain increased with the movement of that rattail file.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Man, she-likes it! Christ, she digs gettin' fucked by this thing."
"No! No!"
Kim could have died! Violated-and in the most foul filthy way! And how they laughed at her! She sobbed for her lost virginity and the terror that was yet to come.
"Yeah, she was a virgin," Lou said as Al pulled the file from the girl's cunthole.
"You bet. And she's got one hot, tight cunt! Better ream out the bitch before I try fuckin' her."
"Noooffff!"
The boy insisted, fighting to get the file back into her pussy. Kim jerked and twisted, bouncing her ass up and down as she felt the cold iron pressing up once again against her pussylabes. Al slapped her clenching ass-cheeks, reddening them with his blows before sliding the file back into her cunt. Kim cried out, her cuntal muscles clenching and unclenching, her thighs tightening as she was fucked by the instrument once more. He was trying to worm the thing in deeper and deeper, continually meeting resistance as her cuntal walls tried closing tight around the tool.
"Just shut the fuck up," Al whispered in her ear as he pulled the rattail file from her cunthole. "Don't move around so much and maybe you'll have a good time."
He pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart with both hands, keeping the round cheeks tugged wide while his thumbs slid up and down the inner labia of her dripping cunt. The movement of his thumbs made the teen's pussy drip more and more. Soon the slick liquid was running from her cunthole, wetting down the fine blonde curls tufting around her pussyslot. Al licked his lips, toying with her clit, then rubbing his thumbs more and more along the inner folds of her cuntlabes.
"No more," Kim whispered when Jerry pulled his prick from her mouth.
"Oh yeah, yeah, it's gonna be real good. And you're gonna be on your knees for more prickmeat after we get through with you."
"Yeah, that's a nice ass, a real nice ass," Lou whispered, stroking her ass with both hands while his buddy kept on finger-fucking her. "Bet a hot prick down that shitter'd really work her up."
"Stop it! No more, stop it!" Kim hissed, her terror mounting.
Al ignored her pleas, slowly spreading her apart. The fleshy, fleece-lined lips of her pussy were wide open now and Kim could feel a draft of cool air brushing up against the overheated inner cuntal walls. They contracted once again, forced wide apart by the constant pressure from Al's fingers.
"Gonna go in now. Yeah, gonna go in and fuck the shit outta this number."
Jerry slid his cock against Kim's eyes, gouging her eyelids, then slipping down to her nose. He enjoyed fucking her face and then forcing his cock back into her mouth. He smiled as she gagged on his cum-oozing prickmeat.
"Hhhhmmmm!"
"That's it, bitch. Gimme a hum job. Moan around and lick that cock, baby. Christ, my balls are achin'! Gettin' ready to shoot down this slut's throat," Jerry said, his breathing turning raspy.
"Easy, man. She ain't stoked up yet. Gotta get a cock in there to do that," Al warned.
He looked at the file once more, then decided against using it in favor of his own finger. He watched her twitch and jerk forward as his right middle finger shot out, its flicking tip circling her quivering clit. It teased along the edges of the folds of her pussy, making the girl groan and suck harder on Jerry's prick.
"Hey, Lou, hold the slut down."
Bending forward, Al stabbed his middle finger in all the way. Kim let out another low, soft guttural moan as her thighs closed around either side of his wrist. Al smiled, glad she had finally come around. He was fucking her with a steady rhythm now, twisting the finger around much as he had twisted the file.
"She's startin' to loosen up. I can feel her stretching down in there. She's gonna be one nice fuck. She's so Goddamned tight, but gettin' wetter and wetter. Man, baby, you must've been wantin' somethin' like this to happen to you for a long time. Shit! You're soaked inside!"
They all laughed while Kim cringed at the suggestion. She felt nothing but shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that Al was raping her in this dreadful place. His friends had to be there, too, watching him fuck her with that file as he fingered her, forcing her to suck his prick. She swallowed again, coughing as the flat taste increased in her mouth. Jerry was breathing more irregularly and fucking her throat harder in spite of Al's warning. His fingers were fluttering around her ears now, the nail scraping her neck. His balls slapped against her chin while his hairy groin flattened her nose with each forward thrust. Al stopped for a second, watching his friend with curiosity.
"Gonna ... uhhhh ... gonna shoot it in 'er, man! Can't ... can't stop, fuck it!"
While Al shot another finger into her cunthole, Jerry held on tightly to her head. Kim cried out, pulling back, wanting to spit. The horrid stuff mixed with her spit and nearly choked her. Cum! He was cumming in her mouth! He jerked her head around, nearly snapping her neck while he filled her mouth with jizz.
"Uhhhh, baby, suck it, suck me dry! Oh yeah, move that tongue around and take it while I fill your fuckin' throat with that stuff!" r
Jerry swayed, cradling Kim's head while forcing her to keep his cock in her mouth. Kim coughed violently, gagging so hard her body shook. She finally was able to spit out the vile mixture around the sides of the big man's rod-ding cock. Jerry didn't care about the mess. He held her more tightly, feeding her his prickmeat again and again until the last drops of his cum had been squeezed from his prickhead.
He let go, falling back until his ass rested on his heels. Cum drooled from Kim's lips, smearing her chin. Her tight, narrow cunt was slowly getting stretched, becoming wetter and wetter as Al's dirty finger kept chugging around inside her. A weird sense of regret came over her as the pain continued to decrease while the sense of thrilling enjoyment continued to build.
Kim knew that if this continued she would do more than merely surrender. She knew she would strive to please these monsters who would soon be fucking her into a stupor and laughing at her eagerness. She groaned, spitting out the last of the cum. Jerry wiped his cock over her flushed cheeks, cleaning his head while rubbing his balls over her chin.
"Fuckin' good head, man. Hope she's as good down there as she was with her lips."
"Think so. Numbers like this are hot all over," Al said, slapping her ass encouragingly.
"Man, could feel that ass-hole right around my cock now," Lou said with a grimace.
"Maybe we can work somethin' out later with the slut. Right now, she's mine."
The finger in her seething pussy slurped around a little more, then slid out. The withdrawal made Kim gasp. She felt and heard that wet sucking sound, her flesh breaking into goose pimples. She could feel Al now sliding closer between her thighs, his meaty cockhead pressing up against her ass-cheeks. Cringing, Kim held her breath while Al guided his cock against her hot, wet cunthole.
"Keep 'er steady, Lou. I don't want her wriggling me out."
Both boys held the girl down by the shoulders and waist. Lou let his cock fuck through her blonde pussy-hair while his buddy braced himself for Kim's first fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ahhhhhh!"
Lou gripped her hair, jerking her around so she found herself looking at him and his fat, red-tipped cock.
"You're gonna get one big cock, baby. You ain't gonna be toting them tits around the hall so pretty-like any more-not when we're around to tell everybody what a slut you are!"
Kim groaned, feeling her inner cunt lips being stretched and forced apart. The rubber-like rim of her pussy made one last attempt to keep Al's cock out, but it was impossible.
"Nooooo ... ohhhh, nooooo!"
Al shoved in again, his fingers hooked around her hipbones while his knees slid under. He tucked up, nearly lifting her from the floor. The teen's moans became louder and stronger, her tight little cunt resisting for one more second. Al shook, his fingernails scraping her thighs and leaving long red marks. He was determined, his mouth drawn tight, his square jaw set firmly.
"Now, baby, come on, lemme in! Gonna make you feel nice and warm all over. Gonna make you have smiles all the time with this cock."
"Ohhhhh!"
Kim closed her eyes in defeat, her shoulders shaking. Lou was moving his prick back and forth through her hair, making Kim think he was going to mouth-fuck her as Jerry had. But those thoughts evaporated quickly the moment her cunt gave way and the mass of cockmeat slipped in. The girl shivered, her legs jerking out on either side of her lithe body. She kicked against the boys surrounding her, hearing them laughing at her. The teen's legs kicked out violently, sometimes hitting a shin, but usually hitting nothing. " Agggaayyyaahhh!"
Kim arched her back, pulling her head away from Lou temporarily. He was inside her! He was actually inside her, slipping his cockmeat into her pussy and pushing it past where her cherry had once been. Shock wave after shock wave of pain and pleasure shot into her, making the teen fall to one side. Al gripped her ass, twisting her back onto her knees.
"Try that again and I'll punch you in the ribs till they break."
"Oh, can't help it. You're hurting me with that awful thing. How can you do this to me? I ... I never did anything to you," she sobbed, shaking the hot tears from her eyes.
"Just ... uhhh ... just dig fuckin' nice girls like you. Man, hot tight cunt! Christ, she sure is good with that pussy like she was with her mouth," Al said, smiling at Jerry.
"Gotta try it out myself after you're through," Jerry countered, watching with interest as Al forced the groaning blonde teen back onto his prick.
Al made a face, feeling the pressure of her tight cuntwalls against his cock. He sucked in a deep breath, held it, then shoved forward with all his strength. He forced the entire length of his bloated prick in to the deepest part of her pussy.
"Eeeaiiiii!" Kim shrieked, feeling as if Al were tearing her body in two.
The sudden invasion made her scream and cry out for help. That giant pole of flesh, blood and muscle was lodged inside her, pushing aside all her other organs and making her clit tingle. Kim felt it impossible to believe her body was able to hold so much of that thick cockmeat.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Lou grabbed some of her hair, smoothing it over his cock while watching his buddy fuck Kim. He boxed her ears at times, leaning forward and trying to shove his prickpole into her mouth. Kim turned away, begging him not to fuck her mouth. He slapped her in retaliation, pulling her ears until she cried and jammed her face against his thigh each time she tried to cry out again.
The fiery fucking of Al's cock-rod felt as if it would come out of her mouth. Kim was gasping, the choking, stinking, hot air in the tiny room making it almost impossible for her to breathe. The helpless girl wondered if she would be fucked to death.
The huge, blood-filled cock-knob hit her again and again, lodging down all the way for a while, then slowly coming up and drawing more and more of her hot, thick juices with it. Kim panted, feeling her face awash with hot perspiration. And what was worse was her increasing enjoyment of what was happening to her. Fucked. Raped. Raped? Kim almost smiled at the word. Perhaps it had all started that way but now she was a willing participant.
"Uhhhh!"
The delight became searing pleasure as Al leaned forward and made sure his cock continually touched her clit as he fucked in and down. Kim flexed her crotch, her cuntal walls hot and clasping around that thing. Kim felt every inch of his massive prick tickling its way down into her. Al pushed down all the way once again, keeping his cock lodged in her cunt and leaning forward and caressing the outer curves of her lush, taut ass.
How Kim loved that lewd, obscene touch! She rubbed her ass up and down, panting heavily when she felt his hands sliding under her belly and raising her. Al's fingers fanned out over the flatness of her stomach, making the teen cry out in disgust and delight.
"Uhhhhh!"
It wasn't enough for Al to just fuck her. He had to touch her all over too, to caress her, feel her. For the first time in her life, Kim was being fucked and, in spite of the pain and harshness, she was beginning to like it.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The hands kept on crawling up along the flatness of her tummy, pinching the flesh and purposely making her cringe in shame and lust. She felt the hard, rough flesh caressing the very tips of her hard red nubs. To her horror, Kim felt herself becoming more and more aroused at that touch. She wanted him to pinch her there, to squeeze her nips until they ached.
As if he could read her mind, Al did just that. He brought both hands around, fucking her all the while and grabbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pressure was light at first-barely noticeable. But when Kim bobbed her ass, as if wanting more, Al complied, squeezing the nubs and rolling them around like peas between his fingers until he heard her squawking in sheer agony.
"like that, baby? You like getting fucked and pinched at the same time?"
"Bet she could go for a lot more," Jerry said, scratching his chin. "I got an uncle down in town. He's got this neat place where he takes care of his women. He told me about it. Bet she could qualify!"
"Later, man. Wanna stab this cock in all the way again. Yeah ... uhhh, like that. Christ, she's milkin' my prick!"
Kim cried, shaking her head from side to side, loving and hating the hands that massaged her nipples. He was manipulating her, pulling at her nipples and making her back her ass up against him. She sobbed, feeling the wet drops of his heavy sweat drip onto her back.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Lou said, his eyes wide with lust.
"Yeah, just what I'm doing. Man, she's good and hot and tight."
Lou gripped her hair, jerking her head up and forcing her face up against his balls. Kim was told to lick him all over or he'd snatch her bald. Seeing the glow in his eyes, Kim was certain he was telling the truth. Sticking out her tongue, the girl did as she was told, feeling the hot flesh brushing up against her lips. Once more she could smell the pungent aroma of a man's crotch and once again she felt nothing but pleasure because of it.
"Uhhhhhhhhr
Kim felt her mind sinking into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Al raise her ass higher. He shifted around, wanting to fuck her down into the floor. His prickhead slid back and forth, back and forth, bouncing off her pussywalls and nearly sliding off before shoving all the way back in. Al loved it all. He watched her body shake and writhe under his cruel fucking.
"Ahhhhh!"
Kim gasped, feeling as if she would die this very minute. Al moved more brutally, fucking into a wild crescendo. It was as if he wanted to tear her apart with his cock. Kim growled, moving her ass from left to right while still lapping and licking at Lou's cock. She had given up all pretext of modesty now and she was a rutting animal, wanting to satisfy herself with this fucking, this hard, thick prick!
Tears ran down her face, her mouth wide open as she sucked in more air. Her soft whimpers were becoming louder as the joy of what was happening to her became more and more intense. His continual fuck-thrusts had built up feelings and sensations she had never been aware of before. His hands pinched her ass, raising her ass, then squeezing the cheeks together, rubbing them against one another while his cock kept on splitting them in two.
"Yes, yes, yes," Kim whispered, the feeling between her thighs becoming more concentrated and heatedly intense. It felt good, better than anything she had ever known before in her short life.
"Yeah, yeah," Al answered, gasping while his hands stroked the undersides of her thighs.
That touch made the teen stroke her body up and down in a counter-movement. Al was pleased, slapping her ass hard with an open hand as a reward. Kim squealed like a stuck pig, then fucked back at the big man. How she loved that rough touch, that beating hand that stroked her higher and higher.
"Oh, do it, do it to me!" she cried, shaking like a wild woman.
"Christ, man, she's hot, real hot. Gonna burn up my cock in a sec."
Kim didn't care what he said about her now. All she wanted was that endlessly moving cock chugging around in her pussy. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart and her pussy slipped down a little lower.
"Get that ass back up here, bitch! You ain't gonna tuck that thing away from me again," Al said, slapping her ass.
Kim grunted, doing as she was told. She felt his cock pounding even faster, knowing the white jizz in his dangling nuts was about to spray out. Lou pulled her hair, rubbing his prick against her lips, but not slipping it into her mouth.
She smacked her lips, tasting the salty flavor of his cum. Lou had said something about shooting it all over her face and for the first time Kim wished he had. She wanted that thing in her mouth so she could lick it with her tongue, touch the tip with her lips while stroking the cum-tube with her mouth. Oh, oh, what kind of girl was she turning out to be? Her first fuck and she was thinking like an experienced whore!
Al gripped her tits and started kneading them, letting her nipples rub hard against the centers of his palms. He rubbed harder and harder, and Kim let her head fall, her jutting shoulder blades shuddering as she went crazy with sensations. The two cocks-one rubbing against her face, the other working in the seething wet pit of her pussy-felt like one big cock. She gasped and panted, loving everything that was happening to her. Then Lou, about to shoot, shoved one finger right into her ass-hole.
Kim should have howled with pain and shame, but instead she sighed with mounting lust, jerking her ass around and feeling her sphincter snapping and twitching. Al laughed, the groaned as his jizz began bubbling up from his balls. He fucked harder, his thighs a blur.
"Huuuhhhhgggghhh!"
Kim felt the jizz splattering into her, slicking down her cuntal walls.
"Go for it, baby, yeah, go for it," Lou growled.
He reared back, aiming his prick right at her face. Kim closed her eyes just in time as the first of the many jets of cum splashed across her nose and cheeks.
Kim felt Al slamming against her ass again and again. Then he held her there, his hands digging into her thighs hard while he shot and shot and shot. As the heavy quantity of the white glue oozed from her cunt and dribbled down her thighs, Kim felt the throbbing sensation in her cunt overwhelm her.
"Aggghghghggh!"
She opened her mouth to scream, but only a long, loud, low sigh escaped. The strength of her orgasm had taken away her power of speech. She crouched there, her ass high in the air and backed against Al's chest while her clit throbbed like rubbed, festering wound. Mindless and twitching, Kim came hard. She bunced up against the teenaged stud, unable to control the wild clenching orgasm firing through her cunt.
When Lou begged his buddy to fuck her ass, Al shook his head, pulling his softening prick from her cunt.
"She's had enough for now. Besides, you already shot that thing in her face. You ain't no good," he concluded, rubbing his hands over Kim's ass.
Kim groaned, collapsing completely to the floor. She turned her face from the boys because she couldn't bear looking at them. They had seen her before-proud, her chin held high, walking down the high school corridor ignoring them. Now they were towering over her, rubbing their cocks over her face and ass and laughing at her while her violated cunt dribbled out cum. Sliding one hand up to her face, Kim covered her eyes and nose. Wouldn't they ever go away and leave her alone?
"What's this about your uncle?" Al asked, standing up a little shakily and hitching up his pants.
"Yeah, he's real crazy," Jerry said, his thick lips curling into a smile. "My mom won't have anything to do with 'im, but my dad goes out with him now and then. He's into some real weird stuff!"
"What kinda weird stuff?" Lou asked, zipping his Levi's.
"I dunno exactly," Jerry admitted a little shame-faced. "Sometimes he wants to take me over to his place. But then I'm afraid my mom'll find out and really get on my case."
The other boys laughed at Jerry's reluctance.
Al put one foot on Kim's ass and the girl shuddered, letting out a small low groan. He twisted the toe of his boot so it slipped into her asscrack and Kim squawked, her legs spreading out farther as the toe worked into her ass-hole. The girl wriggled her ass, bracing both hands on either side of her body to try to crawl away. But Lou stood in front of her, his tennis shoes in her face.
"Hey, slut! You ain't goin' nowhere's till we let you go."
"Talk to 'im. Sounds like fun," Al said, nudging his buddy while kicking Kim lightly in the butt.
"Stop! I'm not ... not some piece of meat," the girl protested.
She tried getting to her feet, feeling a little dizzy from her ordeal. But Lou raised one leg, putting it squarely between her shoulders and pushing down. Kim slipped to the floor, feeling the flat of his sole against her flesh.
"Stop!"
"Yeah. He's gonna be over for dinner tonight. My mom's freaked out over that, but my dad's runnin' the show."
"Tell him we got a hot number-a girl he'll wanna fuck real bad."
"Sure, but he's gonna want first crack at her," Jerry said as he bent down and ran his fingers over her lips, grinning from ear to ear. "And, man, he's gonna dig her mouth."
"I won't ... I won't do your filthy thing," Kim said, shrugging away from the boys and flattening herself against the wall.
"You ain't gotta a whole lotta choices," Al said menacingly. "No one's gonna believe you about this fuck. Even if they check you, there ain't no proof we did it."
"And even if they find out it was us, your whole precious reputation's gonna go to shit 'cause we'll tell 'em just how much you dug what was happenin' to you," Lou countered.
"Yeah. And man, you dig it to shit!" Al added.
"So, looks like you're gonna meet up with my uncle. You're gonna dig 'im. But, man, she digs any guy with a good stiff cock to stick up her cunt."
"Or ass," Lou said, smacking his lips once again.
"We'll be in touch, bitch. Now," he said, scooping up her clothes and tossing them in her face, "get dressed and get the fuck outta here."
Kim sniffed, stepping into her torn panties and snugging them up against her cunt. It had been a horror-and she knew it would get worse.
CHAPTER SIX
Three long days had passed since Kim's brutal rape. She had somehow managed to get home and skirt past her mother, rushing into her room and closing the door before Ellen had had a chance to see her. Carefully the teen hid her torn bra and panties, vowing to throw them away blocks from her house.
Showering several times, Kim soaped her swollen cunt and could only think of Al's hot cock and how it had thrilled her. She blushed at the thought, drawing her fingers to her lips and groaning. He had fucked her half mindless, rummaging his prick in her pussy while beating her ass mercilessly. And Jerry had fucked her mouth and Lou worked his prick over her face before blowing his wad into her nose and eyes.
But she had loved it all-the abuse, the beating, the rape, the boys surrounding her and tormenting her. There in the shower Kim fell to her knees, praying to God to take away the terrible feelings stirring darkly in her breast. She knew she would be going back to Al, begging him to go further with her.
Kim had refused to go to school the following day, pretending to have the flu. Refusing a doctor, the girl lay in bed and tossed restlessly. Prone, her head pushed into the pillow, all she could do was imagine how Al would feel squirming on top of her. She bit her lip, trying to drive those dreadful thoughts from her mind. But how hotly her cunt burned!
On the second day Kim returned to school, meeting Al only once. He was alone and he stared at her from across the corridor with his thickly-muscled arms folded across his chest. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. Kim knew exactly what he was thinking as she hurried by, her eyes on the floor. She walked quickly down the hall, feeling the slick sexy rub of her cunt-lips against one another and against her soft panties.
It was the late afternoon of the third day when Kim noticed something different about her mother. Ellen was sitting on the edge of the couch, her fingers folded in front of her. The television was on, but she didn't seem to be watching it.
"Mother?"
"Oh! Oh, Kim," she said, bringing one hand to her throat while closing her eyes in relief. "You startled me."
Kim shrugged, dropping her books to the floor. Frowning, she wondered what was on her mother's mind. Although she had been so absorbed in her own problems recently, Kim had realized that there had been a subtle change in her mother's attitude in the past few days. Ellen seemed terribly preoccupied and she jumped whenever the phone rang.
"Is something wrong?" Kim asked.
"No, nothing at all," Ellen said a bit breathlessly, folding her fingers together. "I've ... got to go out for a while. Something came up." Ellen spoke quickly, obviously uncomfortable with her explanation.
Kim narrowed her eyes, leaning back on the sofa and studying her mother carefully. She had taken Ellen so much for granted. Her mother was a kind of sexless person who bustled about the house and made things pleasant for her. Only now did Kim see her mother in another way-as a person who had needs similar to her own. A thought popped into her head.
"Mother! You're going out to see a man, aren't you?"
Ellen stiffened, squaring her shoulders and pushing herself forward on the couch.
"I ... well, yes. You might say that. But it's not what you think," she said, still looking troubled.
"Mother, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to cry or throw a fit or something," Kim said, wrinkling her nose in amusement and temporarily forgetting her problems. "Daddy's been gone for a long time. You've got a right to live your own life."
"I suppose so," she sighed, letting her head tilt back slightly so her long blonde hair fell naturally down her back. "But I won't be late, I promise." Ellen rose from the couch and straightened her skirt. "You can take care of yourself, can't you?"
"Of course, Mother. Now go out and have a good time."
Ellen hesitated only for a moment, wondering if she should just call the whole thing off and stay home with her daughter. But strange forces were moving around in Ellen's mind, stirring up thoughts and desires that were overwhelming. In the end she surrendered to them, bending over the wine-colored wing chair Kim was sitting in and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Now, don't forget to lock the door after I leave. Don't open it up-"
"For strangers," Kim finished, laughing at her mother's troubled expression. "I promise, Mother."
Ellen grabbed her purse and slipped it over her shoulder, casting one last look at Kim before stepping onto the porch and closing the door. Kim got up and walked to the threshold, pushing aside the white lace curtains and watching her mother slip into the gray Mercedes. She found herself smiling again. Then Al came into her mind and she hesitated, her fingers trembling against the lace.
Kim tried not to think of him again. He would drive her crazy! The sound of the big engine starting brought her back. She would follow her mother. She had spotted a scrap of paper her mother had been nervously toying with as she walked in. Was it still there? Kim backed away, walking to the couch and sifting her fingers into all the pillow cracks.
She found the small slip, bringing it up and unfolding it. Kim felt a rush of excitement as she read the address written on it. Her mother Was having an affair and with this man! She traced her fingertips over the writing, feeling that wonderful tingle begin in her cunt again.
Kim bit down on her lower Up, feeling a little naughty. After all, what her mother did was her own business. Still, the thought of her mother actually sleeping with a man made Kim grin. She had to find out who this man was. Folding the paper, she glanced up at the clock over the fireplace. Five o'clock. She could spy on her mother and then take the bus back home before dark.
Some miles away Ellen had forgotten all about Kim for the moment. As she stepped from the car, all the woman could think of was that big man and what he would do to her. She had called him this afternoon, no longer trying to fight the sensations racing through her mind and body. He had only laughed at her apparent nervousness, telling her to be at his place by five-fifteen. Pushing back the sleeve of her sweater, Ellen saw she was right on time. Nervously glancing about, she walked briskly to the front door, curling her fingers into a fist and rapping sharply.
"Right on time," Matt said, standing behind the dirty screen door drinking a beer.
Ellen felt her hands fluttering around her waist, no longer so secure about coming here.
"Come in. I've got some surprises for you, baby. Lookin' good."
He pushed the door open for her, stepping back a few feet. Ellen gathered her courage and stepped into the darkened house while trying to control the hot fluttering in her cunt. She wanted what he was going to do to her, and wanted it badly.
"No sense in fuckin' around. I wanna get down to business with you real fast," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her fast.
Ellen could almost hear her bones cracking from his firm grip. He shook her, smiling as her head bobbed from side to side. Her purse fell with a thud to the kitchen floor.
"You won't need that," he said, kicking it under the table. "Come on downstairs. We got everything set up for you."
"We?"
Matt said nothing more. He wrapped his fingers hard around her left upper arm and guided her to the small green door next to the refrigerator. Ellen felt the flesh crawling around her neck as he pulled open the door and pushed her through the opening.
"One comin' down!" he shouted.
"Oh!"
Harsh laughing seemed to surround the woman as she stumbled down, her hands flying out in all directions in an attempt to break the fall. But Ellen screamed, her balance lost as she pitched headlong down the stairs, her body striking the wooden handrail. She felt her feet becoming entangled while her fingers scraped helplessly along the cinderblock wall.
"Noooooo!"
She banged her head hard against the wall, then fell sideways down four steps, her legs twisting up and under her ass. Ellen was certain she had broken something as she finally rolled to a stop at the foot of the stairs. Her legs were bent at the knee, still resting on the steps while her arms were stretching to either side of her body.
Dazed, the woman was afraid to try to move. Something might be broken and she didn't want to worsen the situation. Then she heard movement behind her and, rolling her eyes back, she saw two shapes approaching her. Wincing in pain, Ellen pulled her legs down, pushing her torso up and turning around. Children, they were little more than children staring down at her. She started to smile, then caught the look in their eyes. It was the same look Matt had while working his will on her. She shivered, drawing back.
"This the one?"
"You got it, Jerry. You and Al get 'er ready just like we talked about."
"What are the boys ... going to do to me?" Ellen stammered.
"My uncle told us to shut you up. So don't say nothin' to us, okay?"
They were young, but they were nearly as big as Matt. His uncle? What a family! Hands gathered her up from the floor and pushed her forward. She had torn her blouse and skirt and now felt a little ashamed in front of these teenagers. She wanted to explain why she was here, but she couldn't come up with a good explanation herself.
"Over there."
"What?"
"And without your clothes. Uncle Matt told us to make sure you strip."
"You boys, you must go somewhere else. What's between your uncle and me is private and ... uhhhhh!"
Ellen was rewarded with a hard back-handed slap. She reeled back, her head snapped to one side from the force of that blow. Blinking away the tears, she pushed aside her blonde hair, staring with disbelief at the big stud called Al. She felt like lecturing him, but she could see it would do no good.
"Strip! And now!" Al commanded.
Trembling, Ellen did as she was told. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, tearing some of them as she shrugged off the garment, then slid from her skirt. Removing her shoes, the woman hesitated at her bra.
"Man, come on! We gonna have to help you?" Al said, moving up to her and sliding his right hand under the elastic band of her bra.
Ellen backed away, her arms moving quickly as she slapped his fingers and unsnapped her halter. She blushed furiously, feeling her cheeks redden and burn as her tits rolled out. One of the boys whistled appreciatively.
"Now the panties," Jerry said, pointing one finger at her.
Bending down, Ellen slipped her fingers under the sheer material, sliding them from her hips and down to her knees. She shivered again, feeling the sticky sensation of her crotch panel being pulled from her cunt lips. Carefully the woman lay her panties over her skirt, brushing back her hair and waiting for the next command.
"Get down over there ... on the bench. That's what my uncle wants you to do. Move it! Now!" Jerry said, slapping Ellen on the ass.
She let out a groan, walking quickly to what appeared to be a workbench. It was something new, some new element of horror to torment his favored victims with.
"We put the screws and shit on 'er?" Al whispered, drawing near to his buddy while staring down at the prone woman.
"Yeah. He said it'd be okay. But he wants first crack at her."
Ellen heard bits and pieces of the conversation as she felt the splintery wood biting into her back. There was a scratching sound, then a flash of light. She turned her head and saw Al had lit a cigarette while Jerry was fumbling around in a tool box near-by.
"Nice tits. They don't sag like lots of women your age."
"What do you know about women my age?" Ellen said, almost laughing.
Al's eyes narrowed while he took another drag and blew the acrid smoke in her face. Ellen coughed, regretting she had even attempted to mock him.
"Lots more than you think, especially hanging around this family."
Ellen paused, thinking about his remark while he drew closer to the bench. Al was standing right next to her now, drawing the cigarette from his mouth and flicking one of the ashes onto her tummy. Ellen flinched, feeling the warm ash settle on her flesh. Her ass tensed while he took another drag and again blew the fumes in her face. She coughed, putting one hand to her mouth.
"I dig big tits, man. I dig 'em. Had a girl the other day. Kinda looks like you. And man, she had big hot tits. She loved gettin' 'em touched and pinched while I fucked her. You the same way?"
"I ... I don't know," Ellen stammered, her eyes on the cigarette. It was drawing close to her nipples and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "Don't! Take that thing away."
Al smiled, flicking another ash down on her. This one landed on her nipple and Ellen moaned, brushing the warm substance away and starting to get up. But Al shoved her down hard with his free hand, bringing the cigarette to within an inch of her right nipple.
Ellen gasped, feeling the intense heat stinging into the flesh. She wrinkled her forehead, looking down at her nipple and watching the red fire burning steadily down the white cigarette paper. She was trembling, her fingers curling and digging into her thighs. She could have pissed from the excitement growing in her while Al kept his burning cigarette so near her tit tip.
"You know, I dig pink nipples. I like 'em a lot. Christ, and they get good and red and hard when you get all worked up, right?"
"I don't know. I ... I never looked while I was ... doing things."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Al laughed, bringing the glowing tip to within one centimeter of her nipple.
Ellen lay very still, not daring to move now as Al rubbed his crotch against the side of the bench. Then he brought the cigarette tip down, down until it was touching her nipple.
"Eaghghghghghghgh!" Ellen screeched, beating her fists against the wood.
In a fit of despair she brought one hand against Al's, knocking the cigarette from his fingers. Scrambling into a sitting position, she rubbed the injured nub with one hand while swinging her legs over the side of the bench and attempting to get up.
"I've had enough of this," she sobbed, pushing against Al's restraining hand. "I never should've come here. Let me go!"
"You ain't goin' nowhere till we let you. Now, looks like we're gonna have to make sure you don't try nothin' funny like movin' out."
"Don't!"
Al pushed her back on the table, calling to his buddy for rope. He smacked her hard with the back of his right hand, the knuckles bruising her chin. Ellen's head snapped back, her long hair splashing around her shoulders as she fell to one side and came to rest on the bench once again. Her head spun from the intense blow. Drawing one hand up to her face, she rubbed her fingers over the injured cheek, groaning still as Al rolled her onto her ass and took some rope handed to him.
"This'll keep you in line, baby, till his uncle comes down and fucks you."
Al gripped the cord tightly, binding her wrists to the bench with double figure-eights, then stretching her arms over her head. It was starting all over again and her cunt began to tighten and drool, waiting for that inevitable fuck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"That's too tight!"
"Not for you, baby. Gotta pull you in or you're gonna bolt from here and that's not cool."
"Ohhhhhh!"
The cord was thin and it cut into her wrist flesh, making Ellen's fingers icy cold as she stretched her legs to pull out a cramp. Jerry rubbed the flat of his left hand over her pussy-mound, barely touching the top curls of her swollen cunt. The resulting tickling touch made Ellen even hotter.
Al saw the reaction his buddy was causing and grinned. "Hell, she's fuckin' better 'n ol' Kim was the other day!"
"Yeah, man, could fuck 'er the way I did that little bitch and your uncle would probably not even know," Al said, snugging the ropes down on her wrists.
"Don't be so sure. He'll let us have some fun, but he's first. Don't fuck with him. He's a pretty mean guy when he wants to be," Jerry said with a warning look.
Al shook his head.
"Hey, man, I don't wanna fuck this up. This is gonna be better than ol' Kimmy was."
Neither of the boys noticed the change of expression on Ellen's face when she heard her daughter's name. She felt her heart contract while the bottom dropped from her soul. She thought of Kim's change of attitude the last few days and wondered if these boys ... but no, that was madness! They were probably talking about another Kim. Her Kim wasn't like that at all.
"Now gotta finish this up. Help me keep her ankles down."
The two boys worked quickly, binding her ankles to her thighs with her knees straight up in the air. Then Jerry attached a loop to one knee, bending down and running the rope under the table before slipping it around the other knee. The resulting bond prevented the woman from clamping her knees or her thighs together. Ellen saw she was completely opened and they could do anything they wanted to her.
She tested the ropes, twisting her body and pulling at the line holding her wrists and ankles captive. The resulting tugging sensation made her quiver with delight. It was almost delicious being stretched out like this with a big stud On either side of her! But just the thought of her daughter's name coming from them made her uncomfortable.
"Now, baby, we have some fun."
Jerry had been busy in the box and now in one hand he held a weird assortment of objects. They looked like earrings and imagine necklaces to Ellen. Jerry moved first, tugging her thighs wide apart while bracing himself against the workbench. Ellen shuddered, feeling him touching her cunt lips.
"Damn! She's so fuckin' hot her cunt lips are slick, man. Hard to get a good grip on these mothers," he growled.
But Jerry was determined. He took one of the earring-shaped things and slipped it over her right cunt lip. Ellen raised her head, peering through the blonde tufts of her pussy-hair and watching him screwing the object tighter and tighter.
She felt the thing pressing the tender, slick flesh between the iron pads until there was almost a continual flow of pain from her cunt to her head. Ellen dropped back down on the bench, tugging away at the ropes. Her muscles were starting to cramp now.
"That's good, buddy. Now I wanna see if I can slip one of these mothers over her."
"Okay, but watch it," Jerry said, reluctantly handing one of the rings to his buddy.
"Gimme a break! She's so fuckin' hot I can't do nothin' wrong with this chick."
She felt him pulling her left pussylabe to the side and then was screwing another object down hard, twisting the tiny button around and around until it was firmly in place. Ellen looked down again. Her cunt lips were so far apart the woman thought a steam locomotive might fit easily inside her pussy. Much of the dark, slick red meat of her cuntal throat was exposed now, something Al took advantage of. He slipped one finger into her pussy, watching as her knees pulled together and her ass-cheeks shot up from the bench. But the ropes held Ellen well in place. "Uhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, good hot pussy. Ummmmm, man, you can smell that bitch!" Jerry said, tugging at the rings and watching Ellen tremble.
"Let's have some fun before your uncle gets down here," Al said, rolling up his eyes and listening as the big man plodded around the house upstairs.
Ellen watched as Al undressed, shoving down his Levi's and exposing his fat, eight-incher. She licked her dry lips, her eyes rounding as she watched him pull off his boots and get naked. Pulling off his belt, Al looped it double and began snapping it in front of her. Ellen had endured this sort of thing with Matt and thought she was immune to it. But this was a new man, a new sadist with a different level. He snapped the belt in front of her face again, then brought it down hard between her thighs. The black leather slapped hard against her cunt, stinging into her clit.
" Aeeeaagghghghghghghhh!"
Ellen screamed, arching her back while writhing crazily against the bench. The belt struck her a second time, the leather smacking against her thigh flesh. She gasped, grateful he had avoided her pussy. Jerking her head up, she watched helplessly, pulling at her arms so hard the muscles bulged against her sweaty flesh.
"Hey, what the fuck's goin' on down there?" Matt shouted from the top of the stairs.
Al paused for a moment, letting the leather belt lay quietly on Ellen's cuntal mound. The woman sobbed, her teeth grinding together as the sting from the belt lingered.
"We've got 'er all tied down just like you wanted, Uncle Matt."
"That's good. I'll be down in a sec. I don't want you kids fuckin' 'er up. And take it easy or this'll be the last time you come over."
"Yes sir," Jerry said, looking at his buddy.
"Okay, okay. We gotta be more careful," Al said, looking around. "Here. This'll shut the bitch up for a while."
It was an old oily rag Al scooped up from the floor. Ellen pulled her head away but Al grabbed her hair, twisting her face up against his crotch then jamming the awful thing down her throat. She coughed, feeling the bile rising in her throat. The fumes gave her a headache and made her eyes water while her nostrils burned. The boys only laughed, pushing the rag in deeper. Then Al picked up the belt and began lashing at her again, paying particular attention to her cunt and belly. "Ummmmmfffffff!"
Looping the belt around one tit, Al hefted it up from her chest, rolling it around until the nipple was nearly brushing over her chin. He then dropped it, swinging the belt until it cut deep into the tit flesh. Ellen screamed through the rag, arching her spine once more and pressing her head against the work bench.
' 'Unnngngnnfhhfhff ff f!"
The boys were as bad as Matt-perhaps worse because there were two of them. Jerry laughed at her and took his belt off, bringing it down against her belly while his buddy concentrated on her cunt. Ellen felt the belt flicking between her thighs again and again, this time stinging her lower ass-cheeks. She cried out and her eyes wrinkled shut, her teeth tearing into the foul rag.
"Come on, baby. This is what you want, right? You came here to fuck around with my uncle and found more than you can handle, right?"
Ellen struggled up against her bonds, her head rattling with pain and humiliation. Jerry brought the belt down again between her thighs, watching as her cunt lips reddened with excitement. The boys were right in a way. She had found more than she had bargained for. But it was marvelous! The pain seemed more and more deadened while the pleasure increased.
"Aeehehahhaghhhf f f f f f!"
Both boys began beating her in unison now, Jerry slapping the belt over her tits while Al snapped over her cunt. Ellen cried out again and again, her clit seeming to burn while juice oozed out over the tiny sex center, trying to smother it. She slammed her ass again and again against the wood table top, pulling up against the ropes and chafing her wrists and ankles and knees against the rough line.
Twice the woman gagged on the awful cloth in her mouth as a blow struck her especially hard. But it was then that she felt the most pleasure. Al's cock gouged at her pussy, touching her clit and brushing up through the hairy cuntal bush toward her pussy. If only she could raise her knees a little more and roll her ass back one or two inches he would be inside her, fucking her!
"Had enough, bitch? Had enough?"
He shouted down at her, bringing the flat of his right hand against her left cheek, making the woman groan. Ellen felt the heat and sting of the slaps but there was no longer such overwhelming pain connected with them. Now there was only the wonderful heat flaming through her.
"Ohhhhhfhffffff!"
"Man, could fuck this bitch right now," Al groaned, biting down hard on her ear lobe.
"Hey, don't piss off my uncle," Jerry said worriedly, looking up at the ceiling once more.
"Uhh ... man, I got it in! I got my cock into this bitch!"
It was true. Ellen sighed deeply into the rag, feeling the young man's cock gouging her cuntal walls, rubbing up against her clit. Sparks seemed to fly all around her cunt, flying into her pussy. She twisted and writhed on the bench, loving the splinters sticking into her flesh as she tried to help the boy fuck her.
"Man, come on, Al. You can't fuck 'er now. My uncle's gonna be comin' down any minute!"
"Christ, she's good and hot and tight down there. Just like some Goddamned teenager. Christ, she's practically cherry!"
The pressure of the screws on her labia made her flush with more and more desire. She liked that prick, that big cock inside her, stretching her, scratching all those hot tingly itches that had been building up.
Ellen felt shocking thrills surge through her as Al pushed through her. It was only when Jerry nearly shouted that Al stopped. She felt his cock withdrawing, her cuntal walls shrinking back to one another.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
Only in vain did Ellen protest. Matt was coming down the stairs and the boys had to obey. Al slid off the table just as the big stud came into view. His cock was sticking straight out, the head slick while the veins throbbed. Matt stopped, scratching his chin and staring at the odd tableau.
"You guys did a good job. Didn't think you dug this kinda shit, Jerry. Your old lady's always tellin' me to keep away from you," Matt said, chuckling at the memory of Jerry's mother.
Ellen stared at the two men then at Al, wondering what kind of family this was.
"Aw, she don't know what she's talkin' about half the time, Uncle Matt."
"Know that for a fact."
Matt sauntered up to the table, stopping at the head and sliding his hands around Ellen's cheeks. She rolled her eyes up and looked at him.
"These boys been takin' good care of you? We gotta make sure that ol' pussy's gonna be hot enough for me and my cock, here," Matt said, rubbing the long, thick protrusion in his pants.
"Whatcha gonna do, Uncle Matt?"
"Get me the Coleman lantern," he said, bending down and moving something under the table.
Ellen felt a large section of the bench drop away and her ass suddenly sagged through a hole. It was as if she were sitting on a latrine. Matt let the piece of wood fall, reaching under the lower lip of the table and stroking her ass. Ellen bit down on the rag, worried over his last command.
Jerry quickly returned with a dusty old Coleman, the liquid sloshing with each step he took.
"Light it. This cunt's gonna heat up real fast, especially after she gets her ass warmed with this mother."
"Nnnnnfffffff!"
Ellen's eyes bulged, her wrists working against the ropes holding her arms over her head. She tightened her thigh muscles, undulating her hips over the splintery wood as she smelled the kerosene igniting. Jerry handed the lantern carefully to his uncle while Al watched.
"It took me some time to get this table cut just right. But now I can get a broad's ass hangin' down while she's roped up topside. Look," he said, pointing out Ellen's ass and cunt to the peering boys. "Can get at both ends from right here."
Ellen twisted again, pressing her shoulders against the table and arching her spine. Matt adjusted the flame, making sure it was a deep orange with blue lines shooting through it. The concentrated light accented his bony features, making him appear like some sort of monster risen from the underworld. She twisted her wrists and ankles again, the ropes made slick by her sweat.
"What should we do with this cunt, eh, boys? She's been fuckin' around, probably cheatin' on her husband and she's gotta be punished. That's why the fuck she came here in the first place."
Ellen shuddered, a dozen counter thoughts coming to her. If only she could explain. Yes, she wanted something different, something she had never had with her late husband. But this was too much! The belt beatings were becoming too strong and now this fire was flickering much too close to her cunt. Her tits rose and fell rapidly as she sucked in air. She felt her cunt growing warm. Was it from the flame or from something else?
She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty-damp palms while she watched the big man move the fire down below the top of the work bench. In a moment she felt the heat spread across the smooth flesh of her sagging ass.
Ellen tightened her ass and thigh muscles, trying to draw her ass up. But the restraints on her wrists and ankles kept her from moving much. She felt the wood scraping painfully around her hips, reddening her skin as she tried easing her ass from the workbench opening. She sobbed, the weight of her body pulling at her wrists and ankles. She was sagging down a little more, the ropes digging more painfully into her flesh.
"Make sure the gag's in all the way. I don't want this bitch screamin' down the walls."
Jerry got up reluctantly, stuffing the rag back into Ellen's mouth and grinning down at her. How she hated him, hated them all for having put her in this position! They had stretched her out like a sacrificed lamb on the table, her arms pulled over her head, her legs bent and tied down, her thighs forced apart with those dreadful screws holding her cunt lips open.
"Let's see if you're a southern California gal, somebody who enjoys the heat."
Matt squatted a little more, careful not to spill the kerosene as he moved the lantern under her ass. With another twist he turned the flame up, watching as it flickered within inches of her ass.
Ellen tensed, her eyes widening, staring fixedly at the ceiling while a pulse leaped at her throat. She remembered the cigarette, that awful burning thing that had tormented her nipple. Now it was a larger fire, the Coleman lantern flickering around her cunt and ass-hole. She perspired more heavily, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Blinking rapidly, Ellen concentrated on that heat, following it closely in her mind's eye as Matt moved it down around her thigh, then back to her exposed ass-hole.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
Her muffled cries turned into gurgles as the pain increased along with a dry warmth that no began spreading into her cunt. She sighed, her clit tingling. As long as Matt kept the fire away from her pussy-hole Ellen could enjoy the pleasure that was quickly replacing the pain. She rocked first to the right, then to the left, no longer trying to push her ass from the hole.
"You see? It didn't take the bitch long to warm up to the fire. She-likes it. Man, this little cunt digs anything we can throw at her. Gonna turn this mother up and then see how she does."
"Eaghghghhfhfhfffff!"
Suddenly the fires of hell burned into her ass-hole as Matt let more kerosene into the wick chamber, sending a tongue of orange flame right into her shitter. Ellen thought her ass was on fire as he laughed and brought the flame closer to her cunt! in
CHAPTER EIGHT
The fire moved back and forth, first touching her cuntal hairs, then flickering back until it was brushing over her ass-hole. It was more than Ellen could stand. She screamed like a wild woman through the spit-soaked cloth, thrashing against the ropes and nearly toppling off the table. She bounced her ass high in the air, trying to keep it away from that painful, stinging flame. But Matt followed, laughing as her hairs blackened and curled up until they were cinders.
It was like having a huge, hot, sucking mouth on her pussy. Ellen sobbed and shouted, yammering while the fire lapped and singed her cuntal hairs. It was when the flame touched her clit the woman saw stars explode behind her eyes. A shock of pleasure/pain exploded through her veins, nearly knocking her out. The woman arched her spine even more, her body a trembling bridge straining wildly against the ropes. Heavy red creases appeared on her wrists and ankles as Ellen fought for her life. "Unnnnnfffff!"
And then it was gone. The fire had been pulled from her cunt and ass-hole. Ellen fell back down onto the table, letting out a moan of relief and turning her head to one side. She watched Matt turning out the Coleman lantern, putting it carefully back on a shelf and turning to the boy named Al.
"You wanna fuck 'er now? I know you were in her before. Figured as much. This is the best time. Besides, look at her," Matt said softly, nodding in her direction. "She's so Goddamned hot she's gonna cum! Fuck the shit outta her! Get your balls off."
Al wasted no time. Reaching around, he pulled the rag from her mouth. A scream exploded from Ellen's throat as she stared with hatred at the boy.
"Fuckin' pig! You're gonna fuck back, baby, or I'm gonna knock your head into the wood."
"I'm not a pig!" she shouted.
"Oh yes you are, baby. You're a fuckin' bitch pig when you rut out like this."
He climbed onto the table, twisting and corkscrewing his finger into her cunt as if he were going to disembowel her. When he touched her clit, Ellen thought the stars were going to explode again. Matt had been right. She was hot, excited, about to cum. Al kneeled there, his cock sticking straight out from his groin now. He screwed that finger back in her pussy once more, smiling when he felt her cuntmuscles contract and milk at the fucking digit.
"Ohhhh!"
"Man, she's so Goddamned hot she's gonna burn my finger more than that fuckin' lantern."
Al dropped down, his fingers gripping and bruising her hips. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her upper thighs, driving the head of his cock into her cunt.
"No, no!"
Ellen shouted more for herself than for anything Al was doing to her. They had already seen her at her worst-had already seen her as a rutting animal. She sighed as she felt his prickhead going down, down into her cunthole, spreading apart those itchy walls and filling her with that hot hard meat.
Undulating her thighs Ellen encouraged the boy, bucking back, then tensing her thighs and jerking her ass up. There were times when she felt her ass sinking back into that awful hole. Restraining herself, the woman tightened her butt, surging back up.
"Uh! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Ellen couldn't disguise her own lust. The pain of this brutal assault made each cuntal nerve vibrate and choked her breath. She let out another groan as the big prick rummaged through her cunt, forcing more and more juice to froth out. She moved sensually, matching the rhythm of his fucking attack with one of her own.
Now the cutting sensations of the ropes against her wrists and ankles only added to the delight of being fucked by this animal. She threw her head back, feeling every muscle in her body grow taut. She wiggled her hips as much as she could, the prick plunging ahead while her ass was raked by the boy's grasping fingers.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
She liked that sensation of being their fucking machine. She would Come down to their level and crawl with them through the moral slime. She thought of this and felt more fires of lust lapping like tongues at her outer pussy-labia. Al reached down, tugging at the rings holding her cunthole open. That sensation hurt too-hurt in a wonderful way. Ellen loved everything they were doing to her, everything they would ever do to her.
"Fuckin' A, man! This bitch's rockin' out on me!"
"Ride her, Al," Jerry said, smacking his lips and watching while jerking off. "Fuck the shit outta her! Then it's gonna be my turn."
"Yeah, slut, yeah, go for it! Come on, baby, ride it on out."
Her clit seemed to snap in half against the beating cockshaft. The prick was very swollen and just when Ellen thought the tiny thing would burst her climax erupted, the force of it sending a wild myriad of electrical signals rushing through her cunt and ass-hole.
Ellen let out a hoarse, guttural growl, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. Yelping and throwing back her head, she felt herself retching from the overwhelming force of her climax.
Then Ellen felt the cum spurting from his cock, oozing out of her filled pussy and wetting down her thighs. How she loved it-the power of his climax matching the overwhelming shock of her own orgasm!
Ellen struggled upward again, her fingers clutching at the thin air, her knees trembling. Then she fell back, her ass sagging through the hole while the hot, stinging spasms ebbed. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, concentrating on the delicious feeling still sweeping over her.
Al pushed himself up, grunting something while starting to pull his softening cock from her pussy. Ellen tried clenching her cuntal muscles, wanting that thing to stay inside her as long as possible.
"Man, she's tryin' to gobble up my cock!" Al said, grinning from ear to ear.
"She's always like that," Matt said, chuckling at the boy's enthusiasm.
"Yeah, she'd do the same thing to me if I fucked her," Jerry said a little sullenly.
"You'll get your chance. Right now we're gonna have some more fun with the slut. Come on, Al, let's get 'er ready."
Ellen lay flat on the bench, gulping in air.
Cum oozed from her pussy like lava from a volcano. Al had been brutal-and she had loved it. Now she could hear the three men scurrying about the basement, getting her ready for yet another horror.
She rolled her head to the left and saw Matt standing to one side of the bench. He had something in his right hand. They looked like three long, slim cylinders and sprouting from the ends were what appeared to be wicks. Ellen blinked, narrowing her eyes and trying to focus them on the small objects.
"Oh, firecrackers!"
She wriggled on the bench, her shoulders aching from the prone position she was in. Ellen felt her flesh starting to come alive again. The warm, comforting glow that had begun to wash over her skin was gone. Now there was a tense fear gripping her as Matt rolled the firecrackers from side to side in his right hand. She trembled, shrinking inside herself as he approached.
"Al's fuckin' probably cooled you off for a while so I gotta do somethin' to get you back into the heat range. These little mothers should do it," Matt said, showing them up close to the woman.
Ellen drew her head back, her nostrils flaring with fear. She beat the bench with her fists as Matt started moving his hand toward her cunt. They would rip her cunt apart and she would be crippled for life!
"No, no!" she bawled.
"Oh yeah, baby. It's gonna feel real good havin' these things go off in you. Bet you haven't felt somethin' this hot ever-not even when the kid's cock was sawin' through your Goddamned cunt!"
"No!"
Laughing softly Matt shoved one firecracker in her clenched pussy. The rough entry made her wince, her cheeks trembling with mounting terror. He moved it up, slipping the small cylinder through the crack until it was within an inch of her clit. Ellen could feel her cuntal muscles working with that little thing slipping in and out of her pussy. Matt slipped a second firecracker into her cunt, moving it down until it was touching the bottom junction of her cunt lips.
"Havin' your jizz in there sure makes it easy slippin' these mothers in her. She's so greased up down there, hell, I could stick a baseball bat in and the bitch wouldn't mind!"
"No, oh God, don't! Oh, you'll tear me apart! No!"
Ellen was screaming loudly now, the veins sticking out from her neck. Bending down, he slipped a third firecracker in her ass-hole, twisting it in tightly. Ellen ground her teeth together, wincing again as she smelled the acrid aroma of a burning match. Matt was lighting the ass-hole firecracker first, straightening quickly and igniting the long white fuses of the cylinders in her pussy.
"Now, we watch. She's gonna come around, you just can bet on that. Once those mothers go off," Matt said, folding his arms across his bare chest, "she's gonna be so fuckin' hot and willin' to do anything we could get her to fuck an elephant at the zoo!"
"No, oh God!"
Ellen felt the dreadful sparks showering onto her thighs and ass. She could smell the burning wick, the odor of her own fear and perspiration thick as sweat broke out all over her body. She wriggled, working her cuntal muscles and trying anything to get those dreadful cylinders out of her pussy. But the sparking fire continued, burning down toward the white-packed gunpowder. In the end Ellen simply waited for the inevitable explosion she knew would rip her cunt and ass apart. "Uhhhhhh!"
She could feel the heat spreading across her lower ass slope as the fire got closer. The sparking flames up topside were singeing the tender areas around her cunt. She cringed and struggled against the steadily burning horror while the boys and Matt stood near-by, smirking at her terror.
"Uhhhhhh ... oh please put them out! Oh, I'll do anything but please put them out!"
Ellen tensed and prayed, quivering as the heat began penetrating her cunt and ass. She knew it would happen in a moment as the hissing and crackling got louder and louder. Then there was a second of silence, a moment of hesitation when it appeared the wicks might sputter out. Ellen smiled and began to relax, grateful that God had heard her prayers. But then the powder ignited with an ear-splitting din.
"Eaghhghghghghghh!"
The ass-hole was first and Ellen felt as if her ass were being blown apart as hot sparks showered into her bowels. Ellen jerked her arms and legs violently against the ropes, thinking she would tear her limbs apart rather than remain trapped on the rough surface of that workbench. The fires of hell burned through her, bloating her up and forcing her body to arch high above the table top.
"Yaghghhghghhhhhh!"
Ellen would have fainted if the twin firecrackers in her cunt hadn't gone off shortly after her ass had caught fire! The force of that explosion forced her back down onto the workbench, flattening her clit and singeing the rounded tip. She felt that thousands of tiny sharp teeth were ripping at her pussy, biting into the lining and blowing her thighs apart.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
There was the awful smell of burning flesh and the stench of singed cuntal hair. Letting out a sharp cry Ellen fell unconscious to the table top, her body wracked by the stinging blows of the firecrackers.
"Get some water and throw it over her. I don't want this bitch out till I give the word," Matt ordered, nodding in Al's direction.
The boy scooped up a gray metal bucket, trundling it over to a double sink and filling it with icy water. Ellen was starting to come around by the time he threw the freezing liquid onto her.
"Yaghghhghhh!" she screamed, snapped back into consciousness by the splash of the water.
She shook her head violently, spitting out the water that had threatened to drown her. Ellen cringed as Matt pulled the spent firecrackers from her pussy and examined the damage. There was little, he announced, motioning to Jerry to bring over a machine.
"No more! I can't take any more," she muttered, feeling her body sink into defeat.
"You came over here for a hot time, bitch, and that's what you're gonna get. Don't want to send you away disappointed."
"Oh God, what's ... what's that?" .
Ellen stiffened, trying to close her legs protectively as she saw the young man wheeling over a small gray metal box.
"That," Matt announced, "is another of your new lovers. You're gonna have a lot of them before this night's through."
Ellen watched silently as Jerry wheeled the box up to the right side of the bench. Wires dangled from the back, wires that she knew would lead to her pussy. She worked her ass against the edges of the hole, watching as Matt unraveled the black leads and checked the clamps.
"Yeah, they still work. Ain't used this mother for a long time. Never thought I'd find a cunt like you, baby. Most broads I bring down here barely get up to the firecrackers," Matt said, looking at the connections and judging them adequate. "But you ... Christ! There ain't nothin' I can throw at you that you won't take."
"Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore," Ellen cried, turning her head away. "You're not telling the truth. You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Bitch pig! I sure do! You're just too fuckin' stuck up to know it."
Ellen turned around again, unable to keep her eyes off the thing that was about to torture her. She saw now that small pincers were attached to each wire.
"Open up!"
Again that filthy rag was pushed into her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue. That, at least, was what Matt said.
"Now, we're gonna wire you up. It's gonna be a little more all-round heat than you got the last time. You should dig it."
Under Matt's firm, careful instructions, Jerry and Al each took one pincer, opening it and moving the tiny teeth around the stiffening brown nipple nub of her nipples. Ellen drew back her head, flattening her chin on her upper chest while watching them do it. She trembled when she felt the cold metal against her tits. And when the two boys finally let the clamps bite into her nubs the woman let out a long, pained sigh.
"Good. Now I've got somethin' here that's gonna make this cunt feel real good. Better than the firecrackers 'cause it's gonna last longer."
Then he actually attached one of the pincers to her cuntflesh less than an inch from her clit! Ellen bit down on the rag, feeling her saliva soaking the foul material as her cunt trembled. The cold metal against her warm pussy made her cuntal muscles twitch and contract. She worked her pussylabes together as much as she could, those awful rings keeping her cunt widely spread.
"Now we'll make those rings pay off."
Jerry took a long wire and slipped it into her ass-hole. Ellen sobbed, inhaling sharply as she looked at the still silent machine. They had wired her fully. Tits, cunt and ass-hole were plugged into the machine. She felt her sphincter muscles working at the long skinny wire that was still being stuffed into her ass. Not having been satisfied with nearly ripping her cunt to pieces with the firecrackers, they were going to plug her into this machine and fry her! "Uhhhhhfhhfffff!"
"Okay. We start slowly at first and then we get serious."
Matt's words fell like a heavy judgment on her head. Ellen had heard about women who enjoyed this kind of heavy S & M but she had never thought she would be one of them. But, here on the table she began having her doubts about herself. There was a kind of strange joy washing over her, a kind of pleasure that almost matched the joy she'd felt when Al had fucked her. She thought about that now as the machine began to hum next to her and her juices began to flow.
"Uhhhhh!"
"She's gettin' impatient, Uncle Matt. I think she wants to have the juice now," Jerry said.
"Yeah, give it to her ... hard!"
"I'm glad the boys aren't running the show. They'd have you jumping around here like a fried fish," Matt said, shaking his head.
Ellen watched, working her lips against one another as his fingers lingered over the dials. Ellen's face was flushed. Her eyes were glazed over and wide while her chest rose and fell steadily. Her firm tits were swollen, the nipples long and red against the nibbling teeth of the pincers. There was no disguising the fact she was excited-horribly excited, wanting to feel the biting pain of the current. Matt rubbed his cock as she moaned. Matt would give her what she needed slowly at first, perhaps, but eventually he would give her just what she craved from that machine. "Uh!"
Ellen stiffened as she watched him throw the main switch. The machine hummed even louder, the needle inside the glassed-in intensity indicator jumping silently. She arched her spine a bit, feeling a faint pulse digging into her cunt, tits and ass. Ellen smiled faintly. This wasn't as bad as she thought it might be. There was a pleasantness to it, a kind of hot, lewd feeling that made her work her thighs from side to side.
The jolt was hardly strong enough to raise goose flesh but still Ellen wasn't about to let her guard down. She was sure there would be more, she knew Matt well enough by now. This was only the beginning.
"Now, we see how much she can stand, now that she's had a chance to see what the electricity feels like running through her body," Matt explained. "Uh!"
Ellen's eyes widened even more, a strange expression of concentration on her face. The itching in her cunt became more and more prickly while Ellen struggled with the desire to defecate. As the current surged through her body, she wriggled and twitched, biting down hard on the gagging cloth. Her head throbbed and somewhere in the distance the woman could have sworn someone was ringing bells.
Her tits jumped, the nipples nearly tearing free of the biting pincers. The muscles in her belly knotted painfully while those in her thighs tensed and bulged. Ellen found herself rubbing her bare soles back and forth against the table top as more and more electricity rushed into her body. And how those rings sparked, two more passages for the electricity to surge into her cunt! Her clit began sparking nearly as much as the outlets in the machine!
"Uhhhhffffff!"
And still she waited for the final jolt. She looked into Matt's eyes and saw he had barely begun her torture. He twisted the dial yet again and it was like a fist slapping her cunt, ass and tits. Sharp sensations ripped through her belly, making her ass spread open then snap shut while a blast of air shot out from her cunt. Ellen thought she would shit and wet herself, disgracing herself in front of these leering men. But somehow she managed to keep herself together, working her body wildly against the table top while the current ripped through her body. "Yaghghfhhfffff!"
Matt cranked the dial a point higher and the woman felt as if she had been struck by a car. Her tits and belly and cunt and ass-hole were torn apart by fiery knives. Her bones throbbed, the joints aching with agony as the electricity poured through her. She was snapping her head from side to side, pressing her body up against the restraining ropes while shouting as best she could through the filthy gagging rag.
"Go for it, baby. That's the way I like my women," Matt said, watching as Ellen jerked and thrashed out of control.
"Man, ain't never seen nothin' like that before!" Jerry said in admiration.
"Yeah! It's like she's goin' outta her mind or somethin'. "
"She is," Matt agreed, his fingers lingering on the dial for a moment. "She can't control herself. The electricity's taken over. Bet she's thinkin' about cummin'. "
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, she's gonna pop and soon! Man, this one's hotter 'n those firecrackers I stuffed up her pussy!" Matt pronounced.
The pain inside he was becoming more and more horrible. It was like having some horrible animal inside her body, the claws tearing at her intestines and liver while her clit began sputtering and sparking like those awful firecrackers. As she shuddered and jerked on the ropes Matt's balls twitched, his prick throbbing up against the front of his Levi's. He had watched his nephew's friend fuck Ellen brutally. He had directed this little scene. And now he felt it was his turn for some pleasure.
"Aghghghhghfhhfhfhffff f!"
His fingers trembling, Matt switched the dial all the way around. Ellen's face became a blur, whipping from side to side while her hair splashed wildly over her face and tits. It was as if her entire body were on a massive vibrator. She shook violently, the wires bouncing and twitching around her flesh. Her lips turned purple, diamonds of spittle appearing on them while her nostrils flared and distended from the shooting electricity. She felt her clit explode again and again, the climactic surges matching those coming from the wires!
Matt's eyes were deflected for a moment as he looked up and saw movement by the overhead window.
"Check outside," he whispered to his nephew. "You go too, Al. I think somebody's spying on us and I want 'em down here!"
The two boys nodded, rushing up the stairs while Matt kept the dial twisted all the way.
"Now, bitch, tell me how much you dig comin' over here."
Ellen couldn't have spoken one word if she wanted to. The current had torn all forms of speech from her. Twisting and jerking on the table, her body frying under the onslaught of electricity, all she could do was make short, sharp guttural sounds through the gagging cloth.
With a violent move of his hand he shut the machine down. Ellen continued to roll back and forth, crying through the rag, her body jerking against the wood. She was still trembling when he ripped the pincers from her tits, cunt and ass. A pent-up scream escaped the moment Matt pulled the gag from her mouth.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!"
Ellen sobbed, tremors erupted in her cunt and shitter. Her nipples spasmed in time to her pussy while she sobbed hysterically. Without a word Matt slapped her again and again until she came around.
"Gonna fuck you, bitch. You've had the heat you want. Now it's my turn."
"Fucking. Fucking..." Ellen repeated the delicious word again and again, letting herself be carried away by the big man.
"You don't need these either, bitch. You're ready to be fucked no matter what's holdin' you down."
With other moves Matt leaned forward, pulling off the ropes that held her wrists and ankles. The last thing to go were the clamps. Ellen sighed again, feeling her cunt lips shrink back together as the heavy rings dropped with a clank to the floor. But the relief was only for a moment. Then she felt his prickhead pushing up against her cunt, that fat, meaty thing demanding entrance.
This time the woman wasn't about to fight him off. The firecrackers, the electricity, everything demanded that she surrender to him. She needed this. She had worked for it, had suffered for it. Now it was her turn to feel the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
After shedding his boots and Levi's he was on top of her. Kneeling on her shoulders, the weight of his body threatening to break her collar bone, he gripped her hair with one hand and jammed her face into his crotch.
"Suck! Suck it like you needed it to breathe, you Goddamned slut!"
Ellen sucked willingly, especially when Matt reached back and began fingering her clit. She tightened her lips around the fat cock, wriggling her tongue around the bottom of his mouth-fucking cock. Matt grinned down at her, tearing the hair from her scalp with one hand while pinching her clit with the other. He rode her face, half smothering her with his crotch while rubbing his hot, leathery balls up against her chin.
Ellen loved it! She sucked him like a vacuum, the pain of her clit being twisted adding a new dimension of delight. Her knees jerked up, then flopped back to the table. Oh, she loved feeling that prick pressing up against the back of her throat, loved the taste of his jizz washing over her tongue. She sucked hard, wanting to please him.
"Uh-huhhhhhhhhh!"
"God damn, baby! It's good, mother-fuckin' good havin' a mouth like that around my prick. Shit!" Matt said, slapping her. "Go for it, bitch! Suck that mother till you shit!"
Ellen needed no further encouragement. Her fever was at a white-hot pitch. He stuffed more and more of his rock-hard prick into her mouth, groaning as her tongue caressed his cockmeat. Ellen caressed the big man's wrinkled balls, letting her long nails graze up against his groin. He began bouncing up against her face, feeding his prickmeat to her faster and more furiously while grunting to her about how good her tongue and lips were against his prick.
"Man, oh man ... Christ, could pop off right in there!"
Matt raised his eyes once, noticing some kind of struggle was going on. Though the dirt against the glass made it impossible to see exactly what was going on, the big man made out the shapes of his nephew and his friend and saw they were getting the upper hand. He dropped his eyes back to Ellen, feeding her more of his prickmeat, then leaning forward and choking her with cock. Ellen fought back, rubbing her tongue crazily across his prickrod while twisting his balls around and around and shoving them up against his groin. Matt liked that. He slapped her again, groaning, ready to let his jizz shoot off into her throat.
"Take it, slut, take it!"
Ellen suddenly realized she was experiencing miniature climaxes like she had experienced with the electrical wires. In a moment Ellen found her mouth sucking more and more furiously, increasing the pressure while her tongue wriggled and caressed his fucking cock. Her long, slender fingers kept on milking Matt's balls, squeezing them, making the big man shout with delight.
"Christ! Gotta get into that cunt, bitch. Gotta do it!"
"Cock. I wanna cock. I wanna cock!" Ellen bawled, juice oozing from her fuckslot.
"That's just what you're gonna get, baby. And one that's gonna blow the top of your fuckin' head off!"
Matt slid back down, spreading her thighs with his knees while biting down hard on her nipples. Ellen cried out, running her fingers through his hair while feeling his cock gouging against her cunt lips. She had had enough of the teasing, enough of the pain. Fucking, now she wanted to feel the man's prick gouging the insides of her pussy, spreading her apart. She wanted something hot and stiff nudging her womb, spreading open her itchy cunt. "Fucking!"
Matt held her down by the shoulders, stabbing his prick blindly against her thighs, then finally centering the round, meaty head. She tensed, her body shaking. Then she felt his cock stabbing into her bubbling cunt. She gurgled and gasped, throwing her head from side to side with a mixture of pain and lust. She found herself gripping his shoulders, straining against him and then against the table as his cock roared into her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
All those delightful, itchy sensations were being scratched, then increased by the chugging movements of Matt's cock.
"Uh! Ih! Ihhhhhhhhh!"
Ellen screamed, feeling his cock taking over all her thoughts. She could only respond, drawing her feet up until her soles were flat against the table. Sucking in a deep breath, the woman fucked back with all her might, tossing her thighs up and screwing her cunt onto the big man's stabbing cock.
"Fucking ... yes, keep fucking me. I love it ... ohhhhhh!"
"Uhhhhhh ... huhhhhhh ... huhhhhhh!" Matt gasped with each fuck-stroke.
Ellen gasped, lowering her ass and then shooting it back up while thrilling to the building pressure around her cunt. She loved it all-the sucking fucking sounds, the explosions between her thighs, the feeling that her pussy was about to blow to pieces with the itchy pleasure.
"Hold me! Hold me!"
Matt lunged forward, his hips banging hard against Ellen's. Her hot cunthole bathed his prick again and again with her juices. In a wild moment Ellen knew she was about to cum. Tossing aside all restraints she let her body hammer up and down, slamming into Matt's until that delicious moment of climax struck her down.
"Yaghghhghghghghgh! Aahahhghghhghh!"
Ellen became incoherent once more, arching her spine, thrusting and wriggling while Matt threw his body against hers and dumped his load of spunk into her pussy. It was a mindless, rutting whirlwind of arms and flailing legs, grinding bellies and searching, sucking mouths as Ellen felt herself sinking into an oblivion of climax.
CHAPTER NINE
The power of her climax knocked Ellen half unconscious. Matt fucked her senseless, then dragged the gagging, sobbing woman from the bench to the floor. She felt the weight of her own body making her shoulders ache, but she didn't care. Since she had had the hardest, fattest, longest prick in the world fucking her, Ellen didn't care about anything. As her cuntal muscles fluttered, the mixture of cum and juice flowing from her pussy, Ellen groaned.
"Gotta get you up. Hey, who the hell was that lookin' through the window?"
"You ain't gonna believe this, Uncle Matt. It's that cunt we were tellin' you about. That chick who kept beggin' for more cockmeat. Come on, Kimmy, come on down and say hello," Jerry shouted, shoving the screaming girl down the stairs.
The sound of her daughter's voice roused Ellen. She straightened, pushing her naked body against Matt's. Blinking rapidly, she saw a shape tumbling head over heels down the steps, finally coming to a bent-over clump at the bottom of the stairs. Ellen pushed the hair from her eyes, screaming her daughter's name.
"Kim! Oh my God, Kim! What are you doing here?" she shouted.
"Mother. Oh, I thought ... I didn't know you and ... ohhhh!" .
"Her mother? Man, this is gonna be great!" Al said, rubbing his hands together.
"I've got to agree," Matt said, grinning at his nephew's friend. "A mother/daughter act. Haven't seen one of those in ages!"
"Get 'er on the stool. No, better yet," Matt said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "get the ladder. Come on, bitch. We're gonna see some real action now."
They dragged Ellen kicking and screaming back toward the work bench. The woman was hysterical, calmed only when Jerry slapped her several times across the face. Matt shoved her forward, directing his nephew to put Ellen's wrists through the cuffs bolted at one corner of the work bench.
"No! My daughter! God, leave her alone!" Ellen demanded, hearing Kim's screams followed by the sounds of ripping clothing.
"She's been fucked by these boys before. She's gonna get a taste of it again."
Ellen tried twisting away, but found it impossible. The clamps tightened around both wrists and Jerry secured the brass buckles tightly around her arms. Matt reached down, putting both hands around her right ankle and pulling it up until her legs were parallel to the floor.
Ellen nearly lost her balance, bending her left knee while thrusting her ass out and leaning forward against the bench. Matt pulled her leg back, making it difficult for her to rest her elbows onto the table for support. Getting more rope from his nephew, the big stud placed her right ankle on the sixth rung of the near-by wall ladder, affixing it to the wood with several figure-eight wraparounds and a slipknot.
Ellen lowered her head, groaning softly as she felt her thighs and calves stretching painfully. Matt was behind her, shoving his fingers in and out of her cunt, slopping the mixture of jizz and juice around.
"Man, fucked hard, and she's as tight as some Goddamned teeny-bopper!" he grunted.
"Stop it, stop!"
Ellen panted heavily, her tits rising and falling while her nipples grew stiff yet again. Al was dragging her daughter by the ankles, laughing as she twisted and tried grabbing at the floor and various pieces of furniture in the basement with her fingers.
"Spread 'er on the table. Make sure her cunt's around her mother's mouth. We're gonna see some heavy cunt eatin'. "
Kim twisted halfway around, jerking up and hammering her tiny fists at Al's legs. The big stud doubled his fists, sending them crashing into the teen's belly. Kim's eyes bulged out, her mouth opening for a scream. But nothing but a rush of air came out as he bruised her body with that double blow, sending her crashing back to the floor. Dropping her legs and reaching around, Al twisted his fingers around in her hair and hauled her head up to the workbench, banging her nose against the rough wood.
"Okay, get 'er up there. We ain't got all night."
Al gripped Kim by the hair and shoulders, pulling her belly first onto the bench, then flopping her over. Matt didn't have to tell the boy how to bind her. Stretching both arms over her head, he attached the cuffs tightly to her wrists. Moving her legs down, he slipped one on one side of Ellen, then tied the other to a position inches from her bound wrists.
"Now, put them wires on 'er. Mom's lips are gonna get good 'n hot while she sucks some pussy."
"No, stop! Oh God, not to her! Not to her!" Ellen screamed.
Kim jerked her head up just in time to see Jerry pulling out a large gray box atop a rolling platform. The wires! Kim looked at her mother then shrank back, tugging at the restraints. Al and Jerry were on either side of her in a moment, their eyes flashing sadism. Kim watched as they unraveled the coils so carefully wrapped earlier.
"Your old lady dug this a while ago," Jerry said, checking the clamps. "My uncle fixed 'er up on these and she went outta her fuckin' mind! Now you're gonna get the same thing."
"No!"
Kim arched her back, digging her skull into the bench while beating her fists onto the table. She could feel the cold metal against her cunt lips, the tiny teeth of those horrid things biting into her soft tumid flesh. Another pincer bit down onto her right cunt lip. What was worse was the puffing hot breath of her mother on her clit. Ellen was struggling to keep her balance, twisting her leg this way and that while trying to rest her elbows on the workbench. Her mouth was only inches away from Kim's pussy, something Matt had planned all along.
"Your daughter's not feelin' so hot. Why don't you comfort her?"
"Uhhhfff!"
The big man put his hand on the back of her skull, shoving Ellen's face squarely in the middle of her daughter's pussy. Kim cried out, her muscles straining while her body shivered at that touch. She felt her mother's lips working against her pussy, the nose flattening up against her clit. The girl sobbed, jerking her head from one side to the other, begging the men to stop it. But
Matt kept pressing Ellen's face into Kim's cunt, rubbing it back and forth until the girl's cries became less sharp.
"Gettin' into it, baby? You like havin' your old lady's face rubbed up and down into your cunt? Good feelin' havin' something down there, right?"
"Uhhhhh!"
"Get her tits wired up. Then we're gonna have some fun."
Matt pulled Ellen's face from her daughter's pussy, holding her back by the hair while Al and Jerry squeezed open the remaining two pincers and clamped them on the teen's budding pink nipples. Kim raised her head again, looking at her body wired to the generator. Salty tears stained her cheeks as she stared up at her mother.
"I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't know you were going to get involved," Ellen sobbed, turning away from her daughter's accusing glance.
"Get it goin'. "
"Yeah, man, all the way," Jerry said, checking the dials, then turning on the switch. A hum immediately filled the room.
"Here. Gonna make sure you eat good and hard," Matt said, reaching back into the cabinet and fishing out a three-foot piece of half-inch line.
Looping the rope around Ellen's neck, he secured her face down deep into Kim's cunt, fixing the line around one of the table's legs. Ellen gasped, having to turn her head slightly to the left to breathe. It was when Jerry turned the dial and began sending current into the girl's body that Ellen understood what Matt had been telling her. She could feel her daughter's cunt lips start to quiver, the small clit becoming engorged with blood.
Ellen stuck out her tongue, starting to lap up the fluid while pressing her lips in a long kiss into Kim's pussy. The girl responded with a rolling, undulating movement, pitching her hips up and rocking them down, sliding them from side to side while moaning soft little grunts. The sensations of her mother's lips caressing her pussy combined with the hot, tingly electrical feeling, sending her up in a wave of delight.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Eat that pussy, baby. Come on, eat it good," Matt said, staring wide-eyed at the cunt-slurping woman.
"Higher, buddy!" Al cried.
Jerry turned the switch up more, laughing as
Kim's body shivered like jelly, Ellen moaned, pressing her lips in farther, feeling the warm, slick caress of her daughter's inner cunt lips. Kim cried out several times, jerking her hips up and feeding her mother her cunt while the current continued to fry up her pussy. She rolled up her eyes just at the moment her mother's tongue flicked out and began petting her clit regularly.
"Huhhhhh! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrrr!"
Matt was behind Ellen now, his Levi's around his knees, his cock straight out and pressing up against the woman's ass. Spitting on one finger, he jammed the digit hard up the woman's ass-hole, twisting it around and slapping her with his free hand as she yelped into her daughter's cunt. Kim cried out in response, arching her back, moaning as more current crashed into her body.
"Yaggghhhfff!"
Ellen felt a tearing, achy pain explode in her shitter. He was butt-fucking her, pressing that fat, meaty head up against her sphincter and shoving in. The woman jerked her ass around, her left knee buckling while she pulled at the ladder with the other. She slurped, spitting into Kim's pussy as another spasm of pain racked her body. Her daughter went wild with all the shouts of pain in her cunt, working her full creamy thighs up against her mother's mouth. Jerry turned the switch yet higher while Matt burrowed his thick cockmeat into Ellen's ass. "Mmmmmmfffff!"
He was pulling out now, causing her more pain, sending incredibly hot, lewd sensations rushing up and down her spine. Reaching around, Matt pinched and squeezed her nipples while butt-fucking her hard and fast. Kim thrashed around on the table under her, cum-ming hard as the current sparked into her cunt and her mother's mouth worked over her clit. It was a crazy, wild scene, the girl rutting under her mother's oral sucking while the big stud finished fucking Ellen in the ass. When Kim began settling down, Jerry switched off the machine.
"Good ass. Good-hell, great ass! Knocked the shit outta me. You're gonna be comin' back here with the kid a lot more 'n you think, baby. We got lots of things to do-me and the boys," Matt said, pulling his prick out and flopping it into his pants. He slapped Jerry hard across the back, laughing while Al grinned and pulled the clamps from her nipples and cunt.
"Should leave 'em like that, man. Mom and daughter, eatin' pussy," Al said, shoving Ellen's face back into Kim's soft, wet, tight cunt. The woman sagged in her bonds, moaning, wanting to be released.
"Let's get 'em loose. Can't have 'em here all fuckin' night. They'll be back," Matt said, running his finger around Ellen's shitter lips. "They'll be back," he repeated as Jerry pulled down Ellen's leg from the ladder rung. "They won't be able to stay away."
They pulled Ellen away first. Kim lay motionless on the table for a while, stunned from the electrocution and her mother's oral fucking.
"I won't, I won't be back," Ellen muttered, looking at her helpless daughter.
But even as she stood there and watched them pushing Kim from the workbench, Ellen knew she'd be back. In her heart of hearts she knew she and Kim would be returning to this basement and be on their knees, pleading for more of the same bondage sex. And, with a smile, Ellen thought that there were certainly worse things in life she and Kim could be asking for.
