Immoral men capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder . . .
The cousins in this book, Darlene and Wendy, find themselves at the mercy of two perverts, Jack and Harry. When the girls try to be helpful by extracting Darlene's mother from the clutches of the two men, they become caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
BONDAGE COUSINS-the shocking story of innocent girls learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Darlene, do you think we should be here?"
"Sh! They're gonna hear us, Wendy."
The willowy blonde looked nervously at her crouching cousin. The girls were standing in a small alley just outside a garage. It was getting dark and Wendy was growing more and more nervous about staying here in the neighborhood. Venice had a reputation for attracting unsavory types after dark.
"But nothing's gonna happen," Wendy complained, pushing some stray strands of hair from her face.
"My mom's been coming here all the time for the past month. I know it. This guy's been . . . been fucking her, Wendy. And you said you'd come down to back me up!"
"Oh, Darlene, I guess so," Wendy sighed.
Wendy looked around again, her nipples growing tight and itchy in the confines of her bra. She must have been out of her mind to let Darlene talk her into this. What her Aunt Betty did was her own business.
"How do you know all this is going on, anyway?" Wendy asked.
Another chill, damp breeze lifted the hair from her shoulders. Wendy shivered, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms while the flesh around her cunt tightened from the cold.
"I know," Darlene returned, pouting. "I followed her down here once. She met some guys out front on Ocean Front Walk. And now I'm gonna find out for sure what's goin' on."
The two girls stood on tiptoe, staring into the small garage. In the distance they could hear a lone dog barking and the steady roar of the sea filtered through the darkening night air. Through the dirty window Wendy could hardly make out anything in the double garage.
"Maybe we should just forget spying on your mom. You know, Darlene, it is her own business!"
Darlene rolled her eyes up in frustration. "She is my mother, Wendy. I've got a right to know what she's doing."
"Sh! Someone's coming!"
The girls dropped down to a squatting position, gathering their loose-fitting sweaters around their tits. It was a woman and at first Wendy had no idea who it was. But then she saw it was her Aunt Betty.
"Oh!"
"Sh, Wendy!"
The woman stood before the garage now, her leather car coat tied tightly around her waist. She looked around anxiously, pushing up the sleeve and checking her watch. In a moment there were other footfalls-heavier than her aunt's. Wendy peered above the garbage cans and saw a large, bulky man in a black leather jacket approaching Betty. Darlene put one hand on Wendy's shoulder, watching as her mother and the man spoke softly, then disappeared in the garage together. In another moment the lights went on.
"I can't see through this mess," Darlene complained, vainly trying to wipe the glass clean.
"Maybe over here."
The girls crept around the garage, always looking over their shoulders to make sure no one saw them.
Wendy had found another window, this one broken at the lower right hand corner. The two girls huddled together, watching as the incredible scene unraveled before them.
"Okay, bitch!" the man barked.
"Uh!"
Betty's head snapped to one side as the man's open-handed slap knocked her to the floor. Darlene let a gasp out, putting her fingers to her mouth to stifle her cry. Her mother wore only a bra and panties and the bearded man had slipped off his jacket and black t-shirt. The older woman was crumpled on the floor now, her chestnut hair hanging .over her face while she rubbed the injured spot on her cheek. He was moving up to her now, threatening her once again. Betty cringed, covering her face protectively.
"No!" she gasped.
"Oh, Wendy! He's gonna hurt her!" Darlene groaned, stiffening as her mother took another blow.
Betty rolled to one side, jerking her knees up to her tits and folding her hands around them. "Don't, Harry! Please, not again!" she screamed.
"You want it, you fuckin' slut! The more I hand out, the more you want!"
Harry jerked one foot forward, the toe of his boot catching Betty squarely in the belly. The woman's eyes bulged out as her body snapped then twitched on the filthy concrete garage floor. He kicked her again, the thudding sound of the boot against her flesh sickening both girls.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Wendy said, unable to take her eyes off the scene.
"Oh mother . . . " Darlene whimpered.
Harry bent down, gathering strands of Betty's hair in his right hand and tugging and pulling her around the floor. Betty was trying to get up now, digging her bare heels against the concrete while flailing her hands wildly around her scalp. Harry only laughed horribly at her vain attempts to get free, finally jerking her face hard against his boot. The force of that blow cracked open her lower lip and Darlene groaned as she saw blood trickle down her mother's chin.
"Now, you're gonna do what I say. You gonna suck good cock, bitch?"
"Yes, oh yes!" Betty mumbled.
Harry smiled, his thick lips curling into a leer. Unbuttoning his filthy Levi's, he pulled out his cock. Both young girls shivered when they saw that thing slipping out between his halved Levi's. It was long-at least eight, maybe nine inches-and so thick!
"Let's go, Darlene," Wendy said, strange feelings going through her as she watched her aunt.
"No, I want to see all of this," Darlene said firmly.
Harry pulled and yanked at the woman's hair once again, jerking her up until her face was pressed against his groin. Wendy found it very obscene, watching her aunt kneeling there, her head tilted back slightly while that fat cock rubbed back and forth against the side of her face. Harry was groaning, enjoying this teasing. He bent his knees slightly, rubbing them against Betty's tits.
"Okay, suck it."
Wrapping his fingers around her head the big stud pulled Betty's face against his crotch. At the same time Betty had tilted her head back, opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Both girls watched in amazement as that long, greasy prick fucked squarely into the woman's mouth. Aunt Betty swallowed at least half of Harry's prick in one solid gulp.
Wendy shivered, her cunt growing strangely hot and itchy. Spittle frothed from between Betty's lips while Jack moved his hips back and forth. He was fucking her mouth and Wendy clung to the rotting windowsill, her breathing getting raspy while she stared wide-eyed at the scene before her.
"Uhhh . . . man, work that tongue around . . . uh, man, that's it."
Harry was snapping his hips harder against Betty, nearly knocking her backward with the force of his fuck-thrusts.
Aunt Betty was making slurping, sloppy sounds as she sucked hard at the cock. Darlene turned away from the scene several times, gasping. But she moved back, watching as intently as Wendy while her mother was humiliated in this way.
"Baby . . . take it out. Man, this is somethin' else! You're gonna make me shoot off in your mouth if you keep suckin' this way."
Harry pulled her face back, cupping Betty's chin in both his hands.
"You don't want me cummin' in your mouth, do you? You got hotter places for my prick, right?"
"Oh, Harry, don't make me say it," Aunt Betty groaned, spitting out his slick cock.
Harry squeezed her jaw, twisting her head around until Betty screamed. Her legs kicked out and she fell backward. Harry went with her, still pinching her jaw between his big hands, threatening to crush her skull.
"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" she gasped.
Harry laughed softly, reaching down and tearing off her bra and panties. Darlene gasped, watching her mother's tits roll and slap together as the woman lay naked on the cold garage floor.
"You dig gettin' fucked and fucked hard, right? Well, that's what you're gonna get tonight, bitch!" Harry said.
Wendy couldn't understand what all this was about. She had heard stories, of course, about men and women who did this sort of thing. But Wendy had never seriously thought she would ever encounter anyone like this in her lifetime. And certainly she had never dreamed that anyone in her family would be into something like this.
But watching her aunt grovel on the garage floor made Wendy pant heavily. She put one hand to her throat, controlling her breathing while watching Harry dragging her aunt back to the opposite wall. Looking more closely into the lighted garage now, she could see various strange things hanging on the wall.
Some she. recognized--.old buggy whips, various lengths of ropes and chain, a riding crop or two. Others were strange and unrecognizable.
"Oh, Wendy, he's going to tie her up!"
Darlene was gripping Wendy's right upper arm, her fingernails digging into her cousin's flesh. Harry had pulled her aunt to the opposite end of the garage, slamming her hard against the wall. Aunt Betty's body snapped like rubber, her head banging twice against the wood.
"Stay up!" Harry bellowed.
Harry took several lengths of rope down from the wall, ordering Betty to a near-by workbench. She climbed onto it, keeping her head down. Her hair curtained her shamed face as Harry inspected the half-inch line, then pushed her down on the table.
Betty stretched out on the table, her firm, white body contrasting oddly with the dark, splintery wood of the bench. Wendy hugged her body with both hands, licking her dry lips. She had never, ever felt anything like this before. She felt her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her sweat-damp flesh and she wished she could touch herself.
Harry looped the rope first around Betty's right wrist, pulling it back until the tendons began to bulge against her flesh. Wendy watched as he secured the rope around one leg of the bench, then roped Aunt Betty's left arm in the same way.
"Oh, it's hurting me!" the woman moaned.
"Oh God, Wendy, maybe we should call the police or something!" Darlene wailed.
"No. Your mother's enjoying this," Wendy whispered.
She felt awful saying something like that but she knew it was true. She could sense her aunt's excitement, her sexual arousal as Harry continued roping her.
"This'll keep you open".
He took another piece of rope, this one nearly three times the length of the first two. Looping it around her left knee, Harry threaded it under the bench then brought it around to the other side, securing it around her other knee. The woman was stretched back and pulled open.
"Now for the final bit," Harry panted.
He went to a tall green metal cabinet, unlocking the doors with a key then pulling them open. Wendy pressed her nose flat against the dirty glass, squinting to see more. She saw Harry pull out something that made her shiver. It was a dildo, long, thick pink thing with a large mushroom-shaped head!
One of the girls at school had brought one to show around one time. They had all touched it and wondered how it was meant to be used. Now Wendy knew she was about to get a firsthand look.
"This is gonna go right up your ass, baby."
"No!" Betty cried.
"Right up your fuckin' asshole," he continued, slicking down the pink smooth sides with some grease. "And then I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
"No, no!"
Aunt Betty tugged wildly at the ropes that kept her hands stretched back and her legs pried open. At times she jerked her head up from the bench, staring with terror at the long pink fake cock bobbing around in Harry's hand. He smoothed more lube up and down the long dildo, smiling at the sounds of Betty's desperate cries.
"I can't watch this," Darlene said, crumpling into a heap, her body still pressing against the old building.
I can, Wendy said to herself, fascinated by what was going on.
Harry turned to the frantic woman, bobbing the dildo in front of her. Aunt Betty tried snapping her legs together, but the ropes prevented her from hiding her cunt or asshole.
The flesh between Wendy's ass cheeks crawled with excitement and her heart pounded so hard she thought Harry and her cunt could certainly hear it!
"No, don't . . . don't touch me with that thing!" Betty gasped.
He leaned against the front of the workbench, brushing the head of the dildo up and down against the backs of her thighs. Aunt Betty rolled her eyes, her cries strangled as her ankles rubbed painfully against the top of the workbench. Harry leaned forward a little more, bringing the greased head of the dildo up between her ass cheeks.
Wendy couldn't see much more from her position but she had an idea of what was happening. She heard her aunt's shrill cries and the cords tuck out in Betty's neck while her head snapped wildly from side to side. Her muscles tensed and Wendy knew Harry was fucking her ass with that awful thing.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Betty grunted.
He was twisting that thing in her bowels, ramming it in, pulling it back, then screwing it back into her asshole. Wendy's eyes were wide and her cuntal walls slapped together, buckling under the sexual heat that seared her clit!
Now back at the window and watching with rounded eyes her mother's latest humiliation.
Darlene moaned with horror.
"Oh, Harry . . . oh God, what are you doing to me?" Betty gasped.
"Fuckin' your ass. And now I'm gonna fuck your cunt."
He slipped off his boots and socks, then pulled off his jeans. The big man left the dildo half-buried in the woman's ass and Betty cried out, working her ass up and down. Harry smacked his lips, then crawled between Aunt Betty's splayed thighs.
"Animal! No, don't fuck me! God, get off me! Oh, you're killing meeeeee!"
Harry reared back, slapping Betty again and again until her cries turned to strangled moans. Wendy could see from the way he was positioning his thighs that Aunt Betty was being fucked. Wendy could see Harry's cock rodding her into ecstasy while that awful dildo was bouncing around in her asshole.
"Man, that's one hell of a hot, tight pussy. And wet too! Jesus fuckin' Christ, you been wantin' this a long time, right?"
"Uhhhh!" Betty grunted.
"Right?" Harry spat, grabbing her by the hair once more and tugging it back until Wendy thought he would surely snatch her Aunt Betty bald.
"Yes, oh yes!" the woman cried.
Wendy watched in mute fascination. Harry's thick-muscled hips drove his cock into Aunt Betty's pussy. Wendy could almost hear the slick clicking of his prick squeezing into her cuntmeat.
He slapped the woman again, nearly strangling her with his hands. Then he mouthed her lips, sticking his tongue down her throat. Her aunt's ravaged, bound body responded heatedly to the constant attacks and Betty groaned, begging for more.
Harry pulled his mouth from hers, stopping his fucking for a moment. Then he resumed, his body rocking hard against hers. Wendy watched as she guessed Harry was about to cum. She had dreamed about that often--about how a guy acts when he cums.
"Bitch!" he bellowed.
Harry tugged and pulled at her hair, slapping Betty so hard her hair splashed over her face. The woman was shouting something about cumming too. Wendy felt a melting ball of sexual hunger that made her own clit twitch. Oh, was she cumming too?
"Come on, let's go, Wendy. I've seen enough," Darlene groaned, tugging on Wendy's sleeve.
With some effort the girl gathered herself up from her crouching position, casting one last is glance at her aunt and the strange man named Harry. He was still on top of Betty, his violent climax over. He was kissing her, sucking her nipples and biting her tummy. Wendy felt another shiver ripple over her flesh as she picked her way carefully through the alley behind her sobbing cousin.
CHAPTER TWO
"I mean, so what? I mean, your dad's been dead now for three years. Your mom can go out and do what she wants."
They were home now. Darlene was curled in a fetal position on her bed, one finger in her mouth. Tears stained her flushed face and Wendy ran her fingers through the girl's brown hair, trying to comfort her. As she listened to Darlene's sobs Wendy tried to understand the riot of her own feelings.
"She was fucking him, fucking him, and in that way!" Darlene cried, turning away from Wendy.
"Oh, Darlene, what should we do? I mean, we can't call the police. I don't think there's anything illegal about the way your mom is fucking around."
Wendy paused, sucking in her lower lip and biting down thoughtfully.
"You know," she continued, "maybe if we studied the guy, you know, found out all about him, what he does and all that, maybe then we can understand why your mom does what she does and help her."
Darlene stopped crying. She turned around and stared up at her cousin.
"You . . . you think so?" she asked hesitantly.
"There isn't much else we can do. I mean, it's not like you can keep her locked up."
"No, I guess not," Darlene said, dabbing away a few tears. "But how are we gonna find out where he lives? We can't sneak down to Venice all the time without mom noticing."
Wendy shook her head. "Your mom's gotta keep his address and phone number around somewhere," she said. "And we'll just wait till she's gone to take the car. Or we can tell her you're gonna drive us to the movies or something."
"It sounds weird . . . but okay," Darlene said with a small smile. "Good. Now I'm gonna go to bed," Wendy said.
"I hope we can stop her," Darlene said with determination, rolling onto one side.
Wendy closed the door to her cousin's room softly, tip-toeing back to her own room. Pulling off her clothes, she gathered a soft blue terry cloth robe about her body. Standing there before the large mirror above the sink in the bathroom, Wendy let the robe slip from her body.
Her mother had always said she was extraordinarily beautiful and thus kept a close eye on her and who she dated. Wendy's large tits were firm and round and red-tipped while her belly was flat. She turned slightly to look at the full, gentle curves of her ass. Would Harry be attracted to her body? she wondered. Would it turn him on to know no man had ever fucked her before?
Wendy closed her eyes; an electric shock tickling her inner thighs. She had certainly not expected this sort of thing when she'd come to visit her cousin. She could never have imagined seeing her Aunt Betty stretched out and roped, with a dildo splitting her ass in two while a man fucked her cunt. How her aunt had groaned and screamed. But Wendy had noticed a definite edge of pleasure to those cries. Wendy leaned forward against the cold sink, her fingers curling around the cold porcelain edges.
Again Wendy thought about her aunt's naked body stripped of all protection, the sounds of the slapping blows against her face and tits, the way Harry had chewed on her tits while he fucked her. It all made the girl shiver with unholy delight and wonder. Why on earth did something so evil turn her on?
A sharp spasm pierced her clit. Wendy felt her knees buckling and she gripped the sink more firmly. Beads of moisture stood on her tits, running together and forming a small stream between her tits. She tensed her thighs, feeling that resounding pulse begin. She was breathing terribly hard now, her eyes glazing, her mouth slack. Wendy massaged her lower belly as she thought of those ropes, of the sounds of those slaps, of the cries from both the man and the woman as they fucked like beasts.
"Uhhhh . . . oh Harry!" she whispered.
Wendy called out his name, rubbing her thighs together in a rhythmic, undulating motion. The girl had done this often before while her mother and father snored peacefully in their next-door bedroom. But never had she seen the erotic images that now pranced before her closed eyes.
Wendy giggled, feeling the hot power of arousal in her cunt. Her toes curled against the cool tiled floor as her thighs rubbed up against the front of the sink. Her clit tightened and throbbed while excitement surged through her pussy and spread to her belly. Her cunt and tummy felt swollen with lust. Wendy pulled her hands up to her tits, feeling the large orbs, then moved them back down to her cunt. Her fingertips were wet with cunt-juice as she swayed and jerked in front of the mirror.
"Oh God!"
Tilting her head back, Wendy thought again of her aunt, of the way Betty had looked sprawled on the floor, her hair in her eyes while Harry stood spread-legged before her, his cock pointing like a giam finger at her mouth.
"Cummm . . . oh God, I'm gonna cum soon!"
Wendy's cries echoed through the small bathroom as another spasm raced through her pussy. Through the mist on the mirror created by her pumping breath she watched her tits rise and fall. The nipples hardened while the surrounding areolas darkened: The sight of her own aroused flesh excited Wendy more and more and she thought of Harry again as she pushed two fingers into her cunt. The sudden sensation made her stiffen. "Uh!"
Wendy could feel her cuntal muscles tightening around her probing fingers. The girl began sawing her hips back and forth, drawing her knees together, then letting them fall apart. It was becoming difficult to stand and she thought about curling down onto the floor and finger-fucking herself. But she enjoyed watching herself, spying on the way her fingers disappeared between her fur-edged swollen outer cuntlips.
Excitement churned through her belly, making every nerve-ending in her body stand up on edge. She wanted to touch herself all over, to rub her fingers on her tits, then bring them around to her ass, then finally fuck her cunt. Again Wendy thought of the way her aunt had pitched and tossed against those ropes while Harry fucked her with both that dildo and his prick! The girl pushed her fingers in a bit farther until she could feel her cherry.
"Uhhhhh . . . oh God!"
Wendy's shoulders moved up and down as she leaned forward even more, her tits rubbing rhythmically against the cool glass--. She was on fire as she flailed her clit with her thumbs, her fingers drilling deeper into her sweaty cunt-hole.
"No, no, this isn't right!" she gasped, feeling her head whirling around and around.
But Wendy pinched and plucked at her clit while rubbing her tits against the mirror. Her ass tightened as she shoved her hips from left to right. The girl sawed her cunt more frantically with her fingers as the tiny spindle throbbed at the excitement. Wendy let out another moan of lust, gasping and sobbing as she felt herself getting closer to climax.
If only she could have Harry's rough hands on her now, slapping her, knocking her down while he drilled her cunt with his prick. She would be the happiest girl in the world! Her legs tightened, jerking wildly as she finger-fucked herself into oblivion. Drawing her legs together, Wendy kept up the good friction.
"Huhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh!"
With her thighs tight together Wendy dipped and plunged her ass around, drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. She was moving so quickly that a sweat broke out on her upper lip. Could Darlene hear her down the hall? Wendy didn't care.
She let out another series of moans, listening to the clicking of her cuntal folds against one another and against her fingers. And then her powerful climax hit her like white lightning. A jolt of orgasm knocked the wind from her and the image of her aunt bound and fucked flashed through Wendy's mind as she came and came and came. "Uhhghhghhhhh!"
Wendy gasped, her fingers flailing away at her clit. Thrilling spasms of hot, clenching lust rocked her body. She swayed dangerously from side to side as the pounding rage of her climax reached its peak. Her grip slipped from the sink and Wendy felt her knees giving way. With another moan the young teen sank to the floor, her fingers reaching down deep into her pussy.
When she finally opened her eyes, the girl found herself on the floor, her head resting against the side of the tub.
"Dear God, what have I done?"
Carefully the young blonde teen picked herself up from the floor, feeling the last glowing tingles of her cum stinging her clit. How shaky her knees were! And there puddled around her legs, was the robe she'd worn in here.
The images that had burned so brilliantly while she was finger-fucking now faded, the edges blurring. But the desire to know more about her aunt and Harry still burned in her heart. Stepping into the shower, Wendy let the warming spray caress her body as she once again thought of that big stud and imagined how it must feel to suffer under his fucking blows.
* * *
The next morning all appeared normal. Both girls sat at the breakfast table wearing tight-fitting halters and short-shorts, watching as Aunt Betty moved quickly around the kitchen readying breakfast.
"Have a nice time last night, Mom?" Darlene said ironically.
Wendy kicked her cousin lightly under the table. There was no sense in making Betty suspicious.
"Oh yes, thank you, dear. I always enjoy going out with friends."
Wendy could have laughed. But she saw the sadness in Darlene's eyes and her heart went out to her.
"I'm gonna go through her things this morning," Darlene whispered to Wendy as Aunt Betty stirred the batter for pancakes.
"Be careful. Don't let her see you doing it,"
Wendy whispered back, straightening out her halter as Aunt Betty turned around. "Three?"
"Two's fine, Aunt Betty."
They finished breakfast quickly, Darlene wolfing down her food, much to her mother's consternation. Wendy chewed listlessly on her toast, thinking about what she'd witnessed the night before and what she had done to herself in the bathroom as a result. She crossed her ankles, watching Darlene and wondering if the girl had felt anything while Aunt Betty was getting fucked.
"I've gotta do it now," Darlene whispered to Wendy as they cleared the table. "Keep my mother busy down here."
Darlene slipped from the kitchen and Wendy racked her mind for conversation. She helped her aunt do the dishes, then held Betty in the kitchen while she nervously babbled on about her school and her family life. Just when she thought she'd exhausted all topics, Darlene came back in the room, her face slightly flushed.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you're back, dear. Wendy's just about talked my ear off," Betty laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Betty," Wendy said. Wendy marveled at how composed Betty appeared when just a few hours ago she'd been twisting on the ropes, being beaten and fucked by that horrid man. She shook her head, unable to understand that kind of behavior.
"Here, I found it," Darlene said as she and Wendy walked into the sunny patio.
The small pool glistened blue in front of them while a light breeze from the east rustled the king palms near-by. Wendy bit her lower lip, feeling her heart beating faster as her cousin unfolded what appeared to be a newspaper clipping.
"Slaves wanted. Beating, enemas, leather, all kinds of bondage," Wendy read, her eyes swimming as the words fell from her lips.
The advertisement was from some sex paper, she guessed, and there was a blue circle around it. After a detailed description of what was being provided, a man's name-not Harry's-appeared with a phone number.
"This is it," Darlene said firmly, her fingers crumpling the paper.
"Are you sure?" Wendy asked, her cunt swelling with arousal. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her shorts, feeling her asshole and pussy prickling with excitement.
"I'm sure of it! I couldn't find anything else in her room."
"Well, what are you going to do with it?"
Wendy gasped. She felt a hot glow wash over her flesh and her nipples hardened once more, pressing against the soft material of her halter. Her clit began to rise, throbbing with her quickening pulse. The blonde teen looked around guiltily to see if her aunt was watching them.
Darlene was pausing for a moment, fingering the ragged edge of the ad. "I'm gonna call up, then ask for Harry," she suddenly blurted.
"What?"
"And then I'm gonna go over there . . . with you, Wendy."
Wendy stared wide-eyed at her cousin, fear and excitement blending within her. "What's that going to prove?" she asked.
"I'll tell him I know all about it. I'll ask him to stop seeing my mom. Then maybe she and I can talk about this and we can get help or something."
"Are you crazy? He'll laugh at us-or worse," Wendy said, dark stirrings of something she couldn't understand making her breath terribly short.
"I'm gonna do it, Wendy. Now, are you going to come with me or not?" Darlene stared at Wendy as she spoke.
"Oh, all right," Wendy finally agreed.
The young blonde was aware of how the crotch of her panties was tightening up against her moist, puffy cunt. When she walked, she could feel the silken rub against her slick cuntlips. Wendy was ashamed of this feeling, knowing it was Darlene's plan that caused it.
The two girls waited until Aunt Betty left the house, saying she was going to do some shopping at the mall. As soon as she was gone, Darlene went into the living room, picking up the black desk phone and dialing the number.
"Anything yet?" Wendy asked.
"Nothing yet. Wait," Darlene said.
Wendy stood there, itching feelings spreading from her cunt to her tits and asshole! Darlene was talking to this man, telling him she was interested in his ad while trying to make her voice sound terribly mature. Then she wrote down an address on the desk pad.
"All right, let's go. Dad's old car is out back. We'll probably be home before mom gets in," Darlene said, tucking the address in her rear pocket.
"Where are we going?" Wendy asked, following her cousin out, carefully locking the front door behind her.
Darlene was already halfway to the garage. "Back to Venice. We're going to meet Harry," she called over her shoulder.
Wendy's heart skipped a beat unsure of what this afternoon would bring.
CHAPTER THREE
"Darlene, I don't know about this," Wendy whispered.
The two girls stood on the edge of what was known as the Canal District of Venice. Small clapboard houses dotted the nearly deserted area while a constant aroma of rotting garbage hung over the air.
The girls had argued over coming here, Darlene finally winning out. Now Wendy was somewhat sorry she hadn't been more firm.
Her cunt still pulsed when she thought of Harry. Something in her hoped to see him again, even though she knew it was madness.
"I'm going up there," Darlene said firmly, heading toward one small, white house.
"Darlene!"
Wendy followed, her eyes taking in the unkempt yard, the beer cans tossed in the high grass, the sagging wooden steps leading to the porch. She caught sight of the back end of a black pickup truck parked in the garage out back. Darlene paused for a moment, then curled her fingers into a fist and knocked.
"No answer," Wendy breathed, feeling both relieved and disappointed.
"No. Somebody's coming!" Darlene whispered.
Wendy leaned against her cousin, her heart leaping as she watched the front door open. There through the screen door she could see Harry. He was fully dressed now, a white cotton t-shirt pulled tightly over his fully developed chest. Wendy sucked in a ragged breath, a hot glow washing over her flesh once more.
"What do you girls want? I don't wanna buy any cookies," he snarled, about to close the door.
"I called before," Darlene protested, leaning forward.
Wendy could see Harry's eyes widen with surprise. He smiled then, stepping back and opening the screen door.
"Come on in, then. Yeah, come right in," he said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
Wendy brushed by him, that excruciating tickle between her thighs getting more intense. The few pieces of furniture in the dark living room were badly torn and dirty. The rug had been chewed by families of dogs, Wendy guessed, and now lay like a dead, rotting animal on the uneven floor. There was the smell of stale tobacco and alcohol in the air and she was afraid to sit down.
Harry's eyes were on her ass and Wendy reached down, tugging her shorts as far as possible over her ass. Darlene seemed unaware of Harry's hungry glare. She sat on the edge of the sofa as he closed the door. Wendy jumped as she heard the lock click home.
"Now, you called, right? How did you girls get my number?"
He was standing there at the doorway, his thickly muscled arms folded over his chest.
"It's my mother. You've been seeing my mother, and I want it to stop," Darlene began bravely.
"What?"
"Betty Hennington. You saw her last night in Venice, at some . . . garage or something," Darlene said, her distaste obvious in her voice.
"Oh yeah, that hot piece of pussy! Man, she's hot, especially when I get 'er goin', " Harry chuckled. "But that still don't tell me why you're here. What's wrong, baby? You jealous? You want some action of your own?"
"No! I should say not! I want you to leave my mother alone!" Darlene exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
"Darlene, take it easy," Wendy said, noticing an unsettling gleam in Harry's eye.
"Now, your old lady's got a mouth of her own. I know. I heard her moanin' and groanin' while I was fuckin' her. If she don't wanna get fucked by me, she don't have to call. Understand?"
"I'll call the police on you," Darlene sputtered, looking helplessly at her cousin for support.
Wendy could think of nothing to say.
"You ain't gonna call the cops for nobody, leastways your old lady. She likes bein' tied up and fucked and I bet you wouldn't mind it either. Yeah, like mother, like daughter."
"Don't you touch me!" Darlene screamed, shrinking back when Harry stretched one hand out toward her. Wendy cringed.
"I'll touch what I damned well want to in my house, bitch!"
"Wendy, let's go!" Darlene cried, looking desperately at the closed door.
"He locked it, Darlene!" Wendy groaned, moving around to the back of the sofa.
"Help! Oh God, somebody help us!" Darlene screamed, looking out the window.
"Ain't nobody livin' in this area. City's gonna tear down the place. I'm about the last one here."
"No, oh no!"
Darlene stepped back, one hand covering her face as Harry moved around the sofa. Wendy tried to scoot between them but her sandaled feet caught in a hole in the rug. She pitched forward off-balance, tumbling face-first onto the floor. Harry kicked her in the belly, immobilizing her for a moment while he went after Darlene.
"Leave my cousin alone," Wendy groaned, the wind having been knocked from her lungs.
She lay there by the back of the sofa doubled up, her knees pressing against her tits. Pushing her torso up while still grasping her tummy, Wendy saw Harry grabbing hold of her cousin's brown hair with both hands. He yanked back hard, stopping Darlene' in her tracks. The attractive girl's head snapped back, her hands jerking forward while her knees began to buckle. Her eyes went wide with pain and terror and she kept on screaming, jerking and writhing under Harry's terrible grip.
"Ahhhhh . . . somebody help meeeeee!" Darlene cried.
A smacking sound and then another echoed through the room. Darlene's cries turned into wails as Harry hit her again and again, finally knocking her to the floor. The girl spun around, her hair whipping across her face while her hands stretched out helplessly to nothing as she crumpled.
Wendy had half-hoped Harry would forget about her but now the big stud turned to her. He was scratching his groin, rubbing his fingers over that big bulge pressing against the dirty, faded material of his jeans. Wendy drew back, craw-fishing her body until she felt her spine pressing against one wall.
Harry laughed, rubbing his fingers down a little farther until the girl could see a dark, wet stain at the base of his cock. He looked at her hotly, his thick, sensuous lips curling into a sneer.
"How did you girls find out about me?"
"She . . . Darlene took me down here yesterday and we saw . . . saw you and her mom doing it last night," Wendy stammered.
Harry scratched his stubbly chin. "I bet you really dig this kinda shit."
"What?" Wendy gasped.
"You know. Ropin', smackin', all the stuff her old lady was groovin' on last night. Yeah," Harry said, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper.
Wendy lay there in terror, her body shaking violently. The flesh between her full tits crawled with fear. He stepped forward again, his booted feet sinking into the rotting carpeting. Wendy whimpered, putting one hand to her mouth as she scooted to one side. Her eyes darted wildly about the room, searching for some path of escape. Darlene still lay unconscious on the floor.
"Don't touch me. Please, just let us go. I promise I'll make sure Darlene doesn't call the police or anything."
"Shit! When I get through with you, you ain't gonna be able to call anybody."
The heat rose again in her crotch, making her cuntal walls tight and slick with juice. The flesh of her inner thighs grew warm and tingly as she scooted away from the big man yet again. In spite of her fears, Wendy felt her cunt growing warm with anticipation.
Harry jumped forward, leaning heavily over the chair behind which she had crawled. Wendy jerked back, her head striking the wall. She watched his lips curl into that hellish leer and she dug her heels into the rotting carpet, one of her sandals coming off.
"Stand up!" he barked.
"No!" she shouted.
Harry put both hands on the chair, tearing it away from her and overturning it. Wendy screamed again, tightening herself into a small ball in one corner. She whimpered again, fear making her bones rattle. Harry reached down, thrusting his fingers under her arms and jerking her to a standing position. His hands crawled all over her body and Wendy closed her eyes, feeling his long, hot fingers pressing into her thigh flesh, her tummy, her tits. Then he hooked three fingers into the back tie of her halter, ripping it from her body. In an instant her full thirty-six-inch tits sprung free, bouncing together against her chest.
The girl gasped, jerking her hands up to protect her nipples. Harry slapped her hands away, holding both her wrists while he bent his head to her right tit tip. Wendy cried out, biting down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. He bit her tit hard, his teeth threatening to tear the sensitive, rubbery nub from its surrounding flesh. Wendy pressed her asscheeks against the wall behind her, her feet kicking against the big man's ankles.
"No, no, don't touch me! Oh God, somebody help me!" she cried as Harry sucked and bit at her nipple.
Then the young teen felt his hands leave her wrists, moving around to her ass. He cupped her asscheeks, rubbing them against one another then tugging them apart. Wendy threw her head back, feeling the subtle tug of her asscheeks pulling against the narrow band of flesh separating her cunt from her asshole. Fear and pleasure joined to form some weird sensation, taking her breath away.
"Yeah, you ain't like her. You turn on fast," he panted.
"That's not true!" Wendy shot back.
"Oh yeah?"
His black eyes bored into her, making her shiver. Then with another single jerking movement he ripped her short-shorts from her body, sliding his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and pulling them down to her knees.
"No!" she begged.
He had stripped her completely, his hands now on her shoulders. What was he going to do? she-wondered wildly.
"Hey, man! What the fuck's goin' on around . . . oh yeah! Who's the cunt?"
"The bitch who called you up, I guess," Harry said, answering the tall, blond young man who wandered into the living room from the back of the house.
Wendy felt so naked, so exposed. And now there were two men staring at her cunt. She shivered, pulling her hands in front of her pussy and fanning her fingers over the hot flesh.
"What?" the blond man asked.
Harry explained everything he knew, pinching Wendy's ass as he spoke, laughing as she squealed in pain. Then he pushed her forward toward the big blond.
"Go on, Jack, grab hold of her. Man, she's hot to trot!"
Harry nudged Darlene with one foot but got no response.
"She'll be back with us soon. We ain't gonna get paid like we usually do but these two chicks are gonna be good free-bees."
Wendy cried out again as Jack slapped her across the face. The impact of his fingertips affected her less than her mounting terror. She reeled back, stretching one hand out behind her for support. Wendy backed away from the two men, casting a quick-look at Darlene. If only she could get away! She would run screaming down the street stark naked. Surely even in this neighborhood she would find somebody who would help her.
Then Harry stepped forward quickly, gripping her shoulders. His fingers were like two vises and he shook her violently, tossing her toward Jack.
"Uh!" she gasped.
The tall blond caught her, slapping her ass with one hand while sliding the other up to her tits. Wendy was off-balance, her legs twisted together. When she felt him pinching her tits, the young teen wrenched free, stumbling away. Her tits bobbed, her ass and belly jiggling as she ran from the two men.
Again the young teen moved behind the sofa, her body bent slightly at the waist as she looked wildly around the room. Harry had moved to the door, just in case, Jack moved behind her. Wendy cried out as he slapped her ass as hard as he could with both hands.
"Aieyyeyeee!"
She let out a high-pitched squeal, jerking away from the big stud. As she ran closer to the door, Harry moved forward, raising his hand in a threatening gesture. Jack threw a pillow at her and she spun around, pushing the hair from her eyes, unsure of which way to go; Both men roared with laughter as they began pulling off their t-shirts. Wendy knew they were going to rape her. She could sense it in the air, feel it as they looked at her naked body.
Wendy heard running behind her and then Jack pulled her hair to slow her down. The girl screamed, feeling several strands ripping painfully from her scalp. Her head pulled back while her hands flailed wildly at his tearing fingers. Nothing she could do, however, could stop him. Still gripping her hair, he reached around, shoving two fingers into her cunt. Wendy screamed, feeling her belly and cunt muscles tightening.
"Man, this one's hotter 'n a Goddamned mink!" Jack proclaimed.
"She's got a fuckin' oven for a pussy," Harry called back.
The fingers probed in her hot cunthole, twisting down until the jagged nails pressed against her cherry. Wendy let out a panicked howl, kicking her legs forward again, sobbing wildly and fearing Jack was going to tear her cherry with those awful fingers.
"Hey, man, this one's still got her fuckin' cherry!" Jack said in true surprise.
"Yeah? Man, I ain't fucked cherry in a long time."
His fingers pushed against her cherry again, making the girl so excited she accidentally pissed onto Jack's hand. Cursing, he pulled his fingers out and shoved his soiled hand against her face. When he tried to push it into her mouth, the girl refused. He reached down with one hand, shoving a knee hard into her lower back.
The pain was excruciating and when Wendy opened her mouth to let out a howl of agony Jack took the opportunity to shove his pissy fingers in her mouth. The girl cried out again, choking on the taste and smell. Jack laughed, obviously pleased.
"Oh man, she's so fuckin' hot she can't keep her piss in!" Jack said, rubbing his fingers against his Levi's.
"That's pissin' hot!"
Harry's turn was next. He came up to her, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the loops of his pants. He doubled it in his right fist and Wendy's forehead wrinkled as she backed away, both hands stretched behind her. She could already feel the hot kiss of the black leather against her flesh. Turning, she ran for the door, temporarily left unguarded.
"Oh help, please God, help me!" Wendy screamed, tugging at the doorknob so hard the screen rattled in its holdings.
"Like I said, ain't nobody around to hear you, bitch."
There was a sizzling sound as the leather hissed through the fetid air. Wendy felt the first hot smack of the belt against her asscheeks. She jerked from the stinging blow as the beveled end of the weapon sliced into her right ass-cheek. Wendy fell and began crawling along the front wall. He struck again, stinging needles prickling her ass, then rushing up to her clit. She turned around, peering through her curtaining hair as the belt came down again. This time it caught her around the knees, making them buckle from the pain.
"No, oh no!"
Wendy still tried to escape from the horrid pain. But in her heart of hearts she knew that what she had secretly wished for was now being granted.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Yaghghghhghhh!"
The girl screamed as the belt lashed around her right thigh. It was as if she were being branded by a red-hot poker. Wendy shouted again as blow after blow fell across her body. Now the belt lashed her back. Now it bit at the backs of her thighs. Now it licked hotly between her welted ass cheeks, touching the wrinkled, gray/pink flesh of her asshole. Darlene groaned when Jack kicked her again, this time pressing the sole of his shoe over her face. Still the girl remained unconscious, oblivious to her cousin's ordeal. "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
The belt came down hard on Wendy's ass once more, raising more curving red welts. With each stroke her belly tied in knots.
"No! Oh stop it! God, you're killing me! Oh please, don't do this any more."
"What's the matter, baby? You don't like what you're gettin'? " Harry smirked, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. "That's probably why you came over here-you, anyway. You saw somethin' last night you wanted and used that other bitch over there to get it, right?"
"No, no, that's a lie!" Wendy cried, tears burning her eyes.
"Man, beat the little liar quiet, Harry! She's buggin' me!"
"Yeah, she's got a mouth on 'er. Gonna plug it up later . . . after I get through whip-pin' the shit outta this little slut."
"No!"
The belt came down again, this time curling around her throat. Wendy's eyes rounded, bulging from their sockets, as she tore her fingers frantically around the leather choking her. The room began to grow dim and fuzzy, the air refusing id fill her-lungs'. Harry laughed, then pulled the belt from around her neck.
Falling backward, she felt someone gripping her hair. She screamed, crashing to the floor. Jack was dragging her backward, across the carpeting, back past Darlene's prone body and into the kitchen.
"Come on, buddy. Let's take 'em down to the cellar and work 'em over. More room down there and less a chance they're gonna go anywhere," Jack suggested.
"Sounds good to me."
Wendy struggled, her heels digging and pounding against the floor. Jack still pulled her back like a sack of potatoes, dragging her through the hall, over the kitchen floor, then to the cellar door.
"Gonna be a little bumpy for you, bitch. But you'll like it."
Wendy winced. She felt the rubber, non-skid of the first step against her bare ass. Harry was behind them, with Darlene draped over his shoulder. Jack went down the narrow passage, climbing down three steps, then pulling Wendy behind her. Wendy's ass fell down one step, then the other, then the other. Her body jarred at each fall while the backs of her legs scraped painfully over the splintery wood and torn non-skid.
Jack pulled her down alt the way "until she was sprawled on the concrete cellar floor. Harry followed, throwing Darlene in a heap near the water heater. He still had his belt in one hand, cracking it over his head. The same terror that had gripped her heart before caught her again. Screaming, Wendy wiggled away from him, the dirt squeezing into her sweaty ass crack. Once again Harry advanced slowly, slapping the belt against the floor just in front of her curling toes. Wendy screamed, scooting backward a little faster.
"No, stop . . . oh stop!"
Harry kept snapping the belt, letting the end strike her thighs now and then. The sound of the snapping belt reminded her of pistol shots.
"Come here, baby. Come here and let oP Harry take care of that cherry for you."
"No!"
It was a horrid nightmare, one that knifed through her body and soul. She was numb with terror, searching the cellar wildly for some place to hide.
Another belting blow hit against the tops of her feet. She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on Harry's cock-bulge. Like an animal on all fours, Wendy rushed forward, her tits hanging down. The nipples brushed against the floor as the girl ran frantically from the two men.
"No. No. Please, God, please! This can't be happening to me," she panted.
This was worse, far worse than anything she'd seen her Aunt Betty endure in that garage last night. Wendy's nipples brushed the cold floor. Confused, terrified, she slipped and fell, the belt slamming down hard against the backs of her thighs once again.
"Yaghghghhhh!"
She tried crawling faster away from him. But everywhere she ran Harry seemed to be right there, threatening her with that awful hurting belt! She got back up from another fall and watched as Harry moved quickly to make sure he belted her on the lower back. Wendy breathed faster, her hair streaming behind her. She was against the wall now and her long hair snagged on some kind of wire. There was no escape now, no place to run to!
Harry laughed. "Race is over, baby. Now it's time for me."
As she turned, her arms rising to protect her face, the belt came down, biting the flesh along her ribs.
"Agh!" she squealed.
Wendy jerked back as if touched by a burning wire! She tugged at her hair, feeling several strands tearing from her scalp. That awful belt came down again, biting the flesh along her lower ribs a second time. Then the beveled end chewed along her thighs, striking dangerously close to her cunt.
Still screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, Wendy ripped her hair from the wire, scooting away. She banged her forehead hard against the wall, knocking herself into a stupor. She let out a wail of defeat, falling to the floor on her right side.
The belt came down again. Wendy rolled away just in time, the leather cracking down on the floor. Harry cursed, cocking his arm once more and bringing the belt down on the girl's tits.
Again the belt came down, this time on her supple ass. But instead of pain a bright sexual warmth exploded all over her body, spreading through the flank right into her hot, wet cunt.
"Uhhhhh!"
That belt swung in the air above her head, the hissing, sizzling sound almost making her smile. As the belt snapped down, Wendy wondered how much more of this kind of heat would explode in her body. How far would the sensation travel and how was she going to react?
"Yaghghghhhh!"
The tip caught the lower swell of her ass.
She turned onto her belly, ignoring the catcalls of the two men. Panic swelled within her as Harry paused for a second. What was he waiting for? Was he quitting? He grunted and then the belt came down hard, tearing across her soft ass.
Wendy screamed, her body recoiling. She pushed her tits against the hard floor and for an instant she was dizzy. The belt brought her around, the needle-sharp hot pain bit into her asscheeks and ricocheting into her cunt. When it reached her clit, that wonderful heat exploded again.
Again the belt struck. Again the heat snapped at her clit. And once more Wendy whimpered, then shrieked in agony and delight. The beating stopped once more and Wendy wiped the tears from under her eyes, turning on her left side to see what was about to happen.
"Now it's my turn, slut," Harry laughed.
Eyes unblinking, her pulse rioting, her blood scorching her veins, Wendy watched him unzip his trousers. That cock! It' was as big and thick and long as it had been the night before. Her eyes widened as she drew her legs up. Harry smiled at her reaction, one hand twisting slowly around his fat prickhead.
"Fuckin'. Good hot fuckin'. That's what I want from you';'slut. Good hot cunt and that's just what a little bitch like you's gonna give me!"
Harry seemed larger than life now. She heard Darlene whimpering, then cry out as Jack slapped her. Wendy looked over one shoulder, seeing Jack pulling her cousin up while pinning her arms to her back. Darlene, shaking her hair from her eyes, stood up shakily and stared disbelievingly at the scene in front of her.
"Oh no! No! You, you animals! Let Wendy go!" the girl cried.
Wendy knew her cousin's pleas would go unheeded. Beads of sweat dotted Harry's ruggedly handsome face and his hands clenched and unclenched as if he were going to strangle Darlene.
"Oh noooo . . . "
Grabbing Wendy's wrist, he pulled her along the ground. He couldn't see the traces of a smile curling around her full lips or know the excitement, the turmoil that was rioting in her. Wendy couldn't understand what was happening inside herself. All she knew was that in spite of her pain she also felt more excitement than ever before in her life!
"Oh no, no, no!"
"Now I'm gonna fuck you till you taste my
SS cock all the way up the throat."
"No, don't! Oh God, no one's ever done this to me! Oh please, no!"
In the middle of the floor he let her go. Jerking around to face her, he spat obscenities at her, kicking the girl's legs while jerking his Levi's down to his ankles. Darlene shrieked, her body jerking against Jack's hands.
"You're gonna see your cousin get fucked by an expert, baby, a real expert."
Wendy concentrated on that huge cock sticking out from his hairy groin. Swearing, Harry grabbed her hair, jerking her head from the floor and wagging his cock in front of her. Wendy swallowed a lump of fear and excitement. She saw a wad of jizz stuck in his piss-slit. His balls were rising in their sac, pressing up against his groin. The young girl shook her head again, protesting against being fucked. Her pleas were a lie and she knew it.
"Slut!"
Harry bent forward, backhanding her across her mouth. Wendy shuddered, her head falling back to the floor. He struck her again. The second blow left long fingerprints on her left cheek.
"All the way over!" he bellowed, grabbing her full ass and forcing her onto her face. Wendy tightened her ass. He was going to fuck her in the ass. That thought came to her suddenly. She had read once of some people doing that. "Uhh!"
He was on her, his weight crushing the wind from her lungs. He forced her face against the basement floor, choking her. She wriggled under him, fighting to breathe. She struggled vainly to get free of the crushing weight. Through the increasing roaring in her head she heard Jack shouting at her while Darlene kept screaming her protests. And behind her Wendy felt Harry's cock scraping back and forth against her asscheeks. At one point the meaty cockhead poked dangerously against her asshole. She would keep her cherry-but at a terrible cost!
He was trying to stick his cock in her asshole. Wendy screamed, dragging her fingertips along the floor, two of her nails breaking against the concrete.
"Uhhh . . . ooowwww, ohno, no! God no!"
Wendy screamed at the top of her lungs now, her throat burning from the strain. Harry pushed at her, dropping his head and biting the nape of her neck until she squirmed and screamed all the louder. Nothing seemed real any more except this animal wriggling on top of her, trying to stick his cock in her asshole. Wendy puckered her asscheeks together once more, forcing his prick from her asscrack again.
"Bitch!" Harry screamed.
He struck her with his fist against the back of her head. Stunned, Wendy nevertheless kept her asscheeks clenched, terrified of what a prick that size would do to her virgin asshole!
"No, no!"
"Gonna fuck this one open! Hate like hell to get blood on my cock but she won't take my prick in her ass," Harry grunted.
Wendy cried out again, feeling him reel back, then grab her firmly by the shoulders. He spun her around until she faced him. She doubled up her fists, her fingers opening and closing, the nails biting down into her palms. Now Harry's legs pinned her hips. His cock was aimed at her cunt as he straddled her. Harry hunkered down in a half-crouch, lining himself up for the big assault. He looked up at Jack.
"Gimme that marlin spike I got up in Frisco," Harry panted.
Jack winked, dragging the screaming Darlene back several feet. He pulled open a drawer in the workbench and fished around a is bit. In a moment he pulled out a twelve-inch spike, somewhat rusty with age. He tossed it over to Harry.
"This is gonna be your lover, Wendy," Harry said, dangling the thing in front of her face.
"No!" the girl shrieked, her head snapped back, her eyes cinched shut while her doubled fists struck the floor again and again.
Then Wendy felt the cold, rusty iron press against her thighs. Harry tilted it until the sharpened point pricked her flesh. Wendy let out a rush of air, her face a mask of terrible concentration. He was moving the spike down now, the pointed end drawing closer and closer to her cunt. Wendy shuddered, her teeth chattering against one another. In a second the iron spike was pressing up against one puffy cuntlip. Wendy shifted her ass against the floor, her toes curling until they cramped. She let out soft, panting whimpers as Harry centered the awful thing.
"Uhhh . . . no!"
She felt the spike sliding past her tense, rubbery cuntlips, the rusty cold sides rubbing up against her hot, slick cuntal walls. Her pussywalls snuggled up to the invading iron marlin spike, gripping it as if it were her lover's prick. Wendy shuddered again, arching her spine and throwing her head back.'
Harry twisted it around like a screw, tilting the spike up so the cold, scratchy surface touched her clit. Wendy jerked her legs, trying vainly to snap her knees together.
The thing was warming steadily from the heat in her pussy. Harry was fucking it back and forth, rubbing it over and over her clit until Wendy was shamelessly twisting her hips up to meet the fucking movements.
Darlene turned her face away, unable to watch as her cousin fucked back at the long, thin spike.
"Get ready for it, bitch!" Harry laughed.
Wendy felt her head spinning as the spike screwed in more, shoving aside the warm walls of her pussy. The intensity of being fucked this way seemed to blur everything-until Wendy felt the pointed tip touch her cherry. Gasping, the girl worked the backs of her legs against the floor, trying to scoot away from that probing thing. But she couldn't move. She could only wait for the final brutal blow to her virginity.
"Uhh . . . uhhh . . . eeeaaayyyghhghhh!"
It came with the force and fury of a nuclear detonation. She had never felt such pain before. Her legs jerked, kicking at nothing while her screams rose. The pain was terrible, a hot killing ache that spread instantly to all parts of her body. Her muscles tightened, cramping until the agony enveloped her from head to toe. Wendy could feel her cherry tearing, ripping as that awful spike drove into her body. "Ohhhhh . . . "
Wendy had nearly fainted. She collapsed there after Harry had driven the spike all the way in. He left it there for a moment, wiping some of the faint pink froth on his fingers on his legs. Looking down, he noticed the spike moving and he grinned. Even in her pain Wendy couldn't keep her cuntal muscles from contracting pleasurably against the spike.
"Hot mama! Now she's ready for anything. It's all gonna be downhill from now on, baby. No more cherry to get in the fuckin' way."
"God . . . oh God, what've you done to me?" Wendy sobbed, scalding tears staining her face.
"Just what the fuck you wanted. Now we can have lots of fun, along with that bitch," Harry said, nodding in Darlene's direction. "A whole fuckin' family of freaks, an' me and my buddy's gonna show you everything!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy struggled to turn onto her side. Harry moved back, kicking her on the spine. Then he gripped her hips, fitting his cockhead between her cuntlips.
"Oh, ohhh!" Wendy yowled.
Harry began sliding his cock into her pussy, pushing it in as his grip on her hips tightened. Then he leaned forward, his hands moving from her hips to her ribs to her shoulders, finally settling on her throat. Wendy felt them tighten around her windpipe and stars exploded in front of her eyes while her tongue rolled from her mouth. He was strangling her, leering down at her while fucking and strangling her at the same time.
She wallowed her shoulder blades against the hard floor, gagging and coughing. She dug her fingernails across his face, clawing at him, kicking as best she could while more air was choked from her lungs. Images of her mother, of her father, of her wonderful warm, loving home in San Francisco flashed across her mind as the pressure increased.
She pounded his arms and face but nothing happened. Wendy felt as if her fists were like cotton balls against a stone carving. The blows weakened as black clouds swept across her vision. Then Harry relaxed his grip, laughing at her while shoving yet another inch of his cock into her cunt.
Wendy turned her face and gasped, nearly choking on the oxygen she sucked in with wheezing sounds to fill her lungs.
"Oh, how can you do this to her?" Darlene wailed, tears rolling down her face.
"Man, she's wet and tight down there . . . just like a woman oughta be. The more I dish out, the more this little cunt wants."
Wendy snapped to the right again as another hard, throbbing inch of cockmeat pushed into her cunthole. He was pulling back a little now, the obscene suction sending thrills of pleasure rushing up and down her spine. Wendy let out another cry, her pussyjuice oozing freely from her cunt and wetting down Harry's balls.
"Man, oh man! This little bitch's juicin' like crazy!"
"Yeah, wonder if this one's the same. You hot and tight, baby?" Jack asked, flicking his tongue in one of Darlene's ears.
"You're disgusting!" Darlene screamed, twisting violently in his grip.
"You ain't gonna say that once I have my prick sawin' into you."
"Uhhhhh!"
Harry shoved more into her pussy now. The girl's cuntal muscles tightened, cramping painfully as they cinched down onto his cock. Pain as she had never felt before made Wendy scream and shriek, feeling as if Harry were tearing her body in two.
"Yaghghghhhh!"
Harry grunted, fucking down, his hands now braced hard against her slender shoulders. He kept grunting how good and tight and hot she was, panting about what a fine fuck she was turning out to be.
"Oh baby, man, you're better than her old lady was," Harry said, glancing over at the sobbing Darlene. "Yeah, you're a real fuck--first-class! Man, I could fuck you all Goddamned night and still cum in your mouth in the morning!"
Wendy groaned at his words, feeling her cuntmuscles finally relaxing a bit and the intense pain going away. Harry tensed his thighs and shoved down more, burrowing his thick cockmeat into her pussy until a little more than half his cock was in her cunt. Wendy writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the painful pressure of the hot cock throbbing deep inside her.
"Uhhhh . . . ohhh, it's so weird! Oh God, what's happening to me?"
The meaty, double-lobed cockhead tunneled down deeper, pushing aside the itchy, wet cuntal walls and sliding down into untapped depths. Wendy felt her slick walls spreading apart under the relentless pressure of the big man's cock. Wendy gasped again, feeling Harry pulling out a little more then sliding his prick back until just the head was in her pussy. Then, with a grunt, the stud pushed in, his cockhead going in deeper than ever. Wendy held her breath, feeling the fat cock pushing up inside her.
Harry began a slow, rhythmic fucking, his ass tensing with each dowriward stroke. Wendy felt herself spreading open more and more. The backs of her legs were slick with perspiration now, rubbing wetly against the concrete floor while Harry fucked her long and hard. His hands moved up to her tits, squeezing the resilient flesh until her nipples popped up red and tight. Grinning, Harry bent down, engulfing her right nipple in his mouth and sucking and biting it hard. Wendy screamed at the pain.
"Yaghghhghhh!"
He pulled her nipple back, still keeping the long, rubbery nub between his teeth. Wendy cried out again and again, pounding her fists against his broad shoulders. He was raising her heavy tit just by biting down and pulling back on her nipple!
"No! No!"
Her head snapped from left to right, long blonde strands of her hair tangling around her throat. With a snort Harry let her tit slap wetly back against her chest. Wendy groaned, blinking away the hot tears stinging her eyes.
He fucked her faster now, his fuck-thrusts making Wendy's body shiver. His hands crawled all over her, making her writhe maddeningly under those savage caresses.
How Wendy hated this man! And yet, how she loved the sensations rioting through her body and mind right now. When she moved her hips to one side, the girl could feel his cockhead rubbing up against her cuntal walls, gouging at the slick, sensitive flesh. Harry was all the way in her now, his hairy groin tickling her clit while his balls were cushioned up against her crotch. It was wild! Wendy rolled her head slowly from one side to the other, unsure of what to say or do.
And then those awful hands began massaging her tits once more, cupping them, hefting them, squeezing them until her nipples popped up again. Wendy whimpered, remembering how he had bitten her right nipple only seconds before. But now he was only thumbing her tit tips, teasing her with his fingers while giving his cock quick, jerky hunches.
Then Harry began fucking her in earnest once more. Wendy cried out, tears of delight and shame running down her cheeks. Wendy loved what he was doing to her. Her soft whimpers slowly grew, becoming louder sobs of greedy delight. The continual thrusts of his cock built up sensations she had never felt before. Wendy closed her eyes, concentrating on that fucking cock. She remembered how her aunt had been bound and fucked. Wendy wondered if she too would have that wonderful look of ecstasy when she reached he climax.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. Move i move that ass when I fuck you."
"Uhhhhhh!" the girl grunted.
"Hey, man! She's goin' nuts. Yeah, she' buckin' around like some kind of nympho!' Jack said, reaching down and tugging a Darlene's shorts.
The squealing brunette twisted helplessly trying to bite and claw and scratch her was free of the pawing stud.
Harry was fucking Wendy faster, his ball slapping against her ass. The girl felt Harry was ready to explode. Her cunt was clenching and unclenching, milking at his fat, rodding prick. There was the slick, squishing sound o his cock against her pussy and Harry gripped her tits, kneading them painfully.
"Gonna do it, baby! Gonna cum right in your pussy!" Harry bellowed.
"Oh no! No! No!" Wendy whimpered.
Wendy felt the world slip away from he suddenly. The room turned white as her eye glazed over and rolled back into her head There was a moment of white-hot madness when she seemed suspended between two worlds. Then Wendy felt Harry jerking crazily on top of her and remembered how he had looked when he'd finally cum on top of her aunt. Oh, he was doing the same thing to her! Wendy could feel his cock twitching inside her, jerking against her cuntal walls, and she knew he was cumming.
"Ohhh, baby, yeah, nice and hot . . . fuck, fuck, shootin' it in 'er!"
Wendy arched her spine, resting her body only on her shoulders and heels. The hot, stinging spasms made her clit vibrate madly. She knew she should be howling with pain and disgust but all she could do was thrash like a rutting bitch, clawing at Harry, drawing him closer.
"Uhhhh . . . aaaaghghghhhhhh!" she cried.
Greedily she held on, shoving her hips up, swallowing up Harry's prick as she felt the jet-like spurts of his cum splattering against her cuntal walls. She thrilled to the combination of the pounding cock and the hot, squirmy liquid blasting into her pussy-hole.
She was all cunt-hot and wet and milking as Harry finished dumping his load of spunk in her pussy-hole. He lay there on top of the girl for several moments, and Wendy could feel the beating of his heart. How wonderful, how obscenely thrilling it had been to feel his cock sending out rope-like squirts of cum into her pussy-hole. She groaned, turning her head away, ashamed at having enjoyed this fuck so much.
"Man, for a virgin she sure as hell fucks like a little mink. Wonder how your friend over there does," Harry said, nodding in Darlene's direction.
"No!" the brunette shouted.
Jack was already busy at work, pushing down Darlene's shorts. The blue briefs now were opened and sliding down her legs to her ankles. Jack was laughing, one hand tight around her waist while the other was pushing down under the elastic waistband of her panties and inching toward her cunt.
Harry got up, scratching his balls. Wendy turned her head to watch her cousin struggling wildly against the big stud behind her. Jack had his hand cupping Darlene's pussy now and Wendy could see his knuckles pushing out against the pink thin cotton material of Darlene's panties. The young teen was wild, her face a mask of terror and revulsion.
"She's not too hot down there but I bet a good cock in her pussy'll take care of that."
"Nooooo!" Darlene wailed.
Darlene grew hysterical, kicking backward, her sandals flying off her feet. Twisting around, she managed to draw her fingernails ever Jack's face, 'two nails 'drawing some blood from his right cheek. The big stud's smile faded. Letting her go, he drew one hand back, smacking the girl hard across the face. Darlene shrieked, her body snapping backward, then crumpling to a half-naked heap on the floor.
"Hot or not, the little slut needs a lesson. Both of them could use it," Jack growled, feeling the injured spot of his face.
"What do you want to do, Jack?" Harry asked.
"Let's put 'em on ice for a while 'till they come around."
"Good idea!"
Harry put his Levi's back on, zipping up, then dragged Wendy back against one of the walls. Hauling her up, he held her against the cinderblocks with one hand and in a moment the girl felt something very cold and hard pressing against her throat. A collar of sorts had been bolted to the blocks and now Harry pulled it open, slipping it around her throat. With a click he fired it into a lock on the other side of her neck.
"Get that one naked," Jack ordered.
"Man, she's movin' around again so much can't get a grip on the slut!" Harry grumbled.
Darlene struggled against the men, kicking and hitting out at them as she screamed for help.
"Oh Wendy, help! . . . Oh God, help me! Please, they're going to rape me!"
The girl's cries echoed off the room as Jack once again gripped her arms, pinning her elbows behind her while Harry moved around front and slapped her repeatedly. The blows became more savage, his knuckles bruising her chin and cheeks. Bravely the girl fought back, spitting on her tormentors, calling them horrid names while still kicking back at Harry.
The young stud punched her hard in the belly, knocking the wind from her and bruising her firm, white flesh. Gagging, the young brunette slumped forward in Jack's arms. Harry then moved around, curling his fingers under her panties and tearing them down. When they reached her knees, he tore them in half, completely exposing her cunt. With another move he slipped her halter from her body.
"Get 'er up there . . . her legs. It's your turn now, Jack."
Wendy watched, amazed as they dragged the helpless girl to the other side of the room. Jack lay Darlene across the top of a small table. Just the top of her ass and the small of her back rested oh the smooth top. The girl's head sagged back toward the floor, her hair sweeping over the concrete.
Harry tied her wrists to either side of the high table while Jack took one of her legs and drew it forward and up. There were two chains hanging down from the walls, each ending in a small cuff. Spreading her legs, Jack attached Darlene's ankles to these cuffs. In a few moments the girl had been bound helplessly to that small table, her wrists affixed to the table's legs while her legs were spread and attached to the dangling cuffs.
Darlene jerked her head up, wincing from the pain of being draped awkwardly across the tiny table. She saw what they had already done to Wendy and she knew what they were about to do to her. Crying out, the girl twisted and jerked her body.
"Oh, baby, you oughta be all smiles," Harry said while Jack unzipped his Levi's.
Wendy bit her lower lip, watching as the tall, thickly muscled blond's cock rolled out from between his halved trousers.
"No, no!" Darlene screamed.
"You saw the way your cousin liked gettin' fucked. Man, she couldn't get enough. She was milkin' my cock like crazy when I fucked her. Bet you're gonna do the same for my buddy there."
Darlene had grown hysterical again, jerking and snapping back against her bonds. But both Jack and Harry had been too careful in securing her to the table for the girl to break free. She couldn't even move up from the table top. Her muscles tensed as her cries became louder. Harry growled, picking up a small, filthy rag and shoving it into her mouth. The girl gagged and coughed, struggling against the vile thing while Jack stepped out of his jeans and rubbed his cock.
Wendy struggled against her collar, her fingers moving up to touch it. There was no way to unsnap it and the lock was large and unbreakable. She felt her naked ass rubbing against the scratchy cinderblock as she watched her writhing cousin.
"Ain't gonna use no marlin spike this time," Jack panted. "I'm gonna use my cock!"
Jack leaned forward, his hands crawling over her tits while he fit his cockhead against Darlene's cunt. Her elevated legs pulled against the restraining chains while her hair swept over the feet of the table. Again and again the young teen screamed through the foul-tasting rag. Her fingers fanned out against the table legs, her nails breaking against the wood as Jack began shoving his prick into her cum.
Wendy watched as her cousin's face slackened, Darlene's eyes rolling around in her head. Yes, she could tell Darlene was having second thoughts about how awful it was to get fucked. The girl still screamed but there was something different about her cries, something that told Wendy that Darlene was delighting in her humiliation.
"Unnfnfnnfnf . . .yahghghghhhhh!"
"Did it, man," Jack said, shaking the sweat off his face. "Fucked right through this slut's cherry! And, man, she hardly noticed it!"
Darlene went limp, sagging against the chains as Jack fucked down all the way. He began fucking the girl like a madman, his hips working back and forth. Wendy could hear the slick sounds of their fucking and it made her flesh pucker into goose-bumps. Closing her eyes, Wendy thought of the way it had felt when Harry fucked her! She drew her legs together, rubbing her thighs against the wall as dew drops of cunt-juice dotted her pussy-hairs.
Darlene was sobbing and whimpering, her body shaken by the fuck-blows of Jack's massive body. Her legs stretched up and out in a broad V, her ass resting on the table edge while her head and shoulders draped down toward the floor. Darlene cried through the
ZJ rag as Jack stiffened and filled her ravaged cunt with gouts of cum, sending the girl's shrieks spiraling higher and higher. With a final shout Jack dropped on top of the screaming, gagging girl, biting her nipples hard while pinching and slapping her ass.
Wendy watched with envy, feeling a.mini-orgasm pinch her clit. What would become of them?
CHAPTER SIX
"Wendy? Wendy, are you there?"
The blonde teen pushed the hair from her eyes, shaking off the dullness that had settled over her mind. Harry and Jack had left her hanging there on the wall for at least one hour, then beating her half-senseless before dragging her to another part of the cellar. There they had tied a leather band to her waist, affixing it to the cinderblock basement wall with a small chain. Darlene had been dragged forward after her fuck too and tossed on the floor and bound tightly, her ankles to her wrists.
"Over here! Can you move?" Darlene whimpered.
The men had left the cellar for a while, turning the lights off. The basement had been plunged into darkness. Now Wendy could hear Darlene's plaintive cries echoing off the cold, damp walls.
"Not much. They've tied something around my waist, I can't go very far."
Wendy moved forward tentatively, her eyes searching through the fuzzy blackness in front of her. Was it day or night? She slid forward on the cool concrete, stretching her hands out in front of her. There was the sound of something moving across the floor and she drew her hand back. Was it her cousin? Was it a rat? She hugged her narrow shoulders tightly, her fingers rubbing life into her cold flesh.
"Are you okay?" Darlene sobbed.
"Yeah. I guess so. Oh, Darlene! What are we going to do? They're crazy! And there's nobody around who can hear us!" Wendy said in despair.
"I don't know. Maybe mother will get suspicious when she finds that paper missing in her purse. Maybe she'll come looking for us here with the police or something."
Wendy sighed. "I hope she comes soon. I don't know if I can take this much longer."
Wendy indeed was unsure if she could take any more. She had been fucked hard and long, her head still spinning with the effects of having been fucked so savagely. And now she had been trussed to this wall, her cousin bound near-by.
"I . . . oh God, I don't know what to do, Wendy. I mean, I thought I could talk him into letting my mother go. And now he's done this to both of us," Darlene sobbed.
"No, don't cry. We've got to figure this out together. We can't buckle in, Darlene."
The two girls talked for some time, stopping whenever they thought they heard the men coming down the stairs.
"Maybe they'll go away and leave us alone," Darlene said hopefully.
"And leave us like this? We'd starve to death!" Wendy exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm so afraid!"
"Darlene. Did you . . . I mean, how did it feel, being raped like that?" Wendy hesitantly asked.
"Oh, how can you ask something like that?" Darlene shot back, dissolving into more tears.
Wendy bit her lip. Was she the only one who had enjoyed it? Was she some kind of pervert?
The minutes passed and for a while Wendy thought the men might indeed have left them there to rot. Then she heard footsteps approaching the cellar door and a shaft of yellow light spread down the steep steps. Now the two men came down, switching on the light whey they reached the bottom. About ten feet in-front of her, Wendy could now see Darlene, her body bent over while half-inch ropes bound her wrists and ankles together. She shivered with horror.
"Good! Didn't think you gals were gonna go anywhere! But you never know," Harry said, holding a half-empty can of beer in one hand.
"Yeah. They might've tried sneakin' in some free cock while we were upstairs."
"You're sick!" Wendy spat.
Harry strode over to her, shaking the can of beer, then letting the sudsy spray fly into her face. Wendy sputtered, drawing back and coughing. Throwing the can at her head, Harry reached down and grabbed her chin. The pressure from his fingers sent streamers of agony shooting through her jaw.
"Maybe, baby, but then again, you were the one snuggin' up that pussy when I was knockin' the shit outta you. Now, you and us, m we're cut outta the same cloth, along with the princess there. She's a little slow, but she's gonna learn fast."
He unhooked the leather belt from around Wendy's waist, pulling her up from the floor. Jack untied Darlene and she remained quiet, her head bent down, her long brown hair curtaining her face. Jack dragged her over to another corner of the basement, instructing her to spread her legs while keeping her arms stretched overhead. There were two U-shaped hooks cemented into the floor some five feet apart and two eight-link chains coiled to either side of the clamps, cuffs attached to their free ends. Jack tightened the cuffs to Darlene's ankles. Then, reaching up, he attached a four-foot wooden rod to a chain dangling over her head.
"Keep your arms up!" he barked as the girl began bending out her elbows.
Darlene shivered at the sharp command, straightening her arms until her wrists brushed against either end of the pole. Jack used two small lengths of rope, winding them around in figure-eights until both her wrists were strapped to either end of the wooden rod.
"She ain't goin' nowhere," Jack said, admiring his work.
Then with a tug he drew the pole slowly up, the pressure stretching Darlene's body. The girl let her head fall back, her long brown hair sweeping over the top curves of her tensing ass.
"Uhhhhh!"
Wendy watched in horror, the pole inching up slowly, tightening Darlene's body until the muscles and tendons stretched and pulled against her flesh. The girl cried out, her feet rising from the floor until only her toes touched the cement. The cuffs pressed in relentlessly against her ankles.
But the pole continued to rise, holding her arms apart and stretching her belly until it was taut while her knees rattled and shivered. Darlene let out another cry, this time a shout of pain. Jack fixed the pulling rope to a small hitch in the wall then moved to pinch her nipples, making the young girl scream out again. Her body vibrated against the restraints like a tightly drawn bow.
"There, that's better. Now we know you ain't gonna be movin' around while we play with your cousin. Enjoy it, baby. You'll be next," Jack said, reaching down and cupping one hand over Darlene's split-open cunt.
"Wh . . . what are you going to do with me?" Wendy stammered, her teeth chattering together. "Bend over!"
Wendy tried scrambling away from them. But Harry caught her by the wrist, jerking her back so painfully that the teen thought he had broken her hand. Crying out, the young girl felt herself caving in once more to their hideous demands.
"Lay still!"
Harry rolled her over, her tits pillowing out against the cold, hard floor. Wendy felt her cuntal muscles tweaking at the sudden cool touch. Harry retrieved some rope from where Darlene had been earlier, taking one length and sliding it around Wendy's wrists. He was more careful about her bondage this time, placing the line over her wrist bones, then threading it through her pressed fingers before bringing it around again in a looping movement. It was difficult for Wendy to even move her fingers against one another when the rope was pulled tight.
Once he was sure her wrists were bound together he slid his knee off her lower back.
"Bring it in," Harry said, nodding in the direction of a tall green metal cabinet.
There was the squeaking sound of the door opening, followed by Jack's muffled cursing.
At times Wendy could hear Darlene sobbing, the chains holding her feet to the floor rattling with her movements. But Wendy couldn't even look around to see her cousin.
There was a scraping sound now and Wendy struggled to look in the direction of the sound. What she saw sent chills through her body. It was a stand, the base of which was a metal disc of about two feet in diameter. A yard-long pole stood up from its center, the top of which was capped with a silver-plated cock! Two long black wires hung from the bottom of the device.
"Hook 'er up," Harry chuckled.
Jack pulled out a gray box with several clear plastic windows on the side and it stood atop a moveable cart. Wendy guessed it was a generator. Jack was attaching the wires from the stand to the generator while Harry guided Wendy up to the dildo.
"See your new lover?"
Wendy drew back in disgust, wrinkling her nose as she stared at the hideous thing. She had never seen a device like that before in her life. Turning her head, she saw Darlene's frightened eyes. Both men worked slowly, letting the terrified blonde teen stew for a while. Then Jack stood up, brushing his hands against his Levi's and grinning that horrible grin again.
Each man took a wrist. With their other hands under her armpits, they lifted her easily from the floor. Wendy struggled now, her fingers cramping against the thick line paralyzing her hands.
"No . . . oh please, don't . . . don't put me on that thing!"
She screamed, her legs kicked out.
"Gonna have to get a better grip on the bitch!" Harry warned.
Wendy saw that thing sticking up so high. They would pierce her through her heart with that thing, then electrocute her. She began kicking and fighting more wildly, but the two men held her easily.
"You can either keep quiet, baby, and let us work with you, or you could fight us and get the rippin' hell torn outta you," Jack growled.
It wasn't much of a choice. Soon they were holding her above that horrible thing, about to impale her on it. Wendy's legs were bent back. She felt Harry's left hand gripping her left inner thigh while Jack slipped his right arm around her other leg. She bent back, her body resting against Harry's chest. They lowered her slowly, laughing when Wendy shivered at the first touch of that cold, metallic cock.
"Nooooo!"
Both men worked carefully and' Wendy felt the slippery cold metal cockhead pressing aside her outer pussylabes. Wendy cramped her legs back, feeling her ass tightening, her sphincter threatening to fail at any moment. But down she went, her thighs parted by that awful thing. When they finally released her, Wendy found herself standing, not quite on tip-toe. Her arches hurt and she was careful to maintain her balance. Harry and Jack backed away and tentatively the girl began to explore her situation. .
At that moment Wendy found she couldn't get both her feet flat on the ground without hurting herself. At first she tried to step off the cock, but that was impossible. Then the girl grunted, trying to stand up high on her toes to let the cock slip from under her. But she couldn't get anywhere nearly high enough for that. It was an infuriating, shameful way for her to stand. Looking back at the sobbing Darlene, Wendy wished she were dead.
"Pretty lucky little gal, I'd say," Harry sneered.
"Yeah. Great way to break in this little bitch."
Jack and Harry were obviously enjoying Wendy's plight. Her calves arched from standing on the balls of her feet but the girl was terrified of relaxing her stance: Twisting her wrists against one another, she looked from one man to the other with frightened, pleading eyes.
"She's never gonna want a small cock again in her pussy," Jack said.
"Yeah, nothin' but donkey-dicks for this one!"
"Hey, try jumpin' up and down on it, baby. Oughta feel fuckin' great!" Jack said, Harry throwing back his head and bellowing with laughter.
Feeling a sharp cramp in her arches, the young teen let her feet sag, feeling the smooth, rounded cocktip nudging her cuntal walls open a little farther. She stiffened and her clit twitched now while her pussy muscles tensed and cinched up tight against the silver-colored dildo. A shudder went through her body and Wendy let out a moan of resignation.
In time Wendy managed to stand flat-footed. Suddenly the girl flamed scarlet, her cheeks burning. Harry and Jack had turned back and observed she had swallowed the full length of that thing. Though neither man said anything, the leers on their lips were obvious enough.
She wanted to hide from their accusing eyes, but there was nowhere for her to run. Darlene was struggling on the ropes and chains, the pulley above her rattling. Wendy shrank in horror from the thought that she might climax right there in front of them while riding that fat, long thing.
"Please, let me off this thing. You've had your fun, now let me go," Wendy pleaded, her voice thick with fear and arousal.
"You don't wanna get off that thing, baby. You're havin' too much fun with it. And now we're gonna make sure you have even more," Harry said, striding over to the generator and switching it on.
Instantly a low hum filled the room. Wendy tensed, her rounded eyes taking in the two now-illuminated plastic windows with needles bouncing in them. No current was flowing yet but she could well imagine how it would feel once Harry threw on the juice.
"Please, don't do this! Oh God, don't put that thing on!" she begged.
Harry's fingers trembled around the knob, then tightened on the black ridged wheel. The hum went up in pitch and Wendy felt a warm, ticklish sensation. She looked straight in front of her, her lips working against one another but nothing came out. Her feet slid over the floor while her body rose up on the dildo.
Wendy stood on tip-toe once more, her as muscles spasming slightly. They were feeding her electricity through that dildo and it made her cunt tighten and her clit stung with delight. How she shamed herself by riding that silver cock-rod like some kind of obscene puppet while rutting in front of these two horrid men and her shocked cousin.
Harry moved the dial a little and tiny, hot-tipped needles pricked her clit and her cuntal walls. The muscles cramped even more, the sensation she felt was somewhere between an itchy ache and an incredible delight. Wendy curled her fingers all she could, feeling the hemp tickling the sensitive skin. Her thigh muscles ached from the tension and once more the girl stood flat-footed, letting that dildo go deeper into her cunt.
Harry's fingers moved again. This time the voltage seared her cuntal walls and clit. Wendy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out except a rush of air. Jack moved around fast, jamming a rag between her lips.
"This'll keep you from biting down on your tongue. We wanna hear you scremin' and moanin' later on," he explained.
"Unnnnfffhhh!"
Wendy bit down hard on the rag, her teeth tearing into the filthy material. Her body was jerking now, twitching as more current soared m through her. She rode up and down on that dildo, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably while she spat around the rag. Her nostrils flared while high-pitched, screams escaped around the gag. Her face became a blur, her feet sliding and kicking while her nipples stood out dark purple.
To her amazement Wendy was having an orgasm. She came and came and came, her body kept on that pin-point of ecstasy by the voltage. Screaming, begging them to stop, she pitched from back to front.
"Turn it off, man! She's gonna fry," Jack advised.
Harry switched the dial off and it was as if some important prop supporting Wendy had collapsed. Wendy sagged forward, the dildo slipping from her still-convulsing pussy. Someone was holding her around the shoulders, lifting her from the juice-smeared dildo. As the girl felt the smooth, rounded cockhead slip from her cuntal lips a powerful spasm hit her. Then, with a groan, Wendy collapsed in a blessed faint.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy had no idea how long she had remained unconscious. When she came to, she found herself hanging from the wall. Her arms had been stretched above her head, three tight-fitting leather straps pinning them to the cinderblocks. Four more, two on each leg, kept her legs strapped and spread against the wall. Her feet were about six inches from the floor.
Blinking her eyes open, Wendy saw both
Harry and Jack standing in front of her cousin. Darlene began wailing loudly, her body snapping and jerking on those tight chains.
"Man, she don't like fuckin' around like the other one," Harry said.
"Yeah, but she came when I fucked her good and hard before. She just needs a little more primin' than that Wendy bitch," Jack answered.
"What are you doing to her?" Wendy screamed as Jack began moving around behind her cousin.
"Fuckin' 'er in the ass," Harry answered.
Wendy stared at him wildly. Then, squinting forward, she saw that Jack had moved around Darlene. He took something out of her ass. It was a dildo, similar to the one that had fucked Wendy on that stand.
Darlene's body relaxed, her head rolling forward while tears rolled down her cheeks. Her breathing came in strangled gasps. When Jack began moving around to her ass, she screamed again, tugging her chained hands against the restraining overhead pole.
"No, no, no!" Darlene cried.
"Oh, baby, come on. You ain't got no sense of fun."
Jack laughed at her, then shoved the long pink dildo back up her asshole. Darlene let out another wail, her head jerking back while the muscles in her arms and legs shuddered.
Wendy turned away, feeling sick at the sight of her ass-raped cousin. Darlene's cries echoed off the walls as Harry smacked her. The girl then subsided into baleful sobs. Wendy looked up again and saw Jack wiping his hands on his Levi's, looking satisfied at his work.
"This one's awake now. We can work on her while the other bitch is loosenin' up," Harry suggested.
Wendy stared hatefully at the two men. The straps pinched the flesh of her arms and the broad one just below her knee hurt her terribly. Harry produced a stunning blue plastic lighter, flipping back the silver top and flicking the flint wheel. There were bright blue sparks, then an orange flame.
"See this? You like fire, baby?"
"No, take it away!" Wendy screamed, her forehead wrinkling in terror.
"It ain't bad, if you know how to use it."
Harry held the lighter in front of her face, moving it so close she could feel the heat. Turning a small button at the side, he increased the length of the flame and Wendy thought he
M was going to burn her hair! .She felt a scream about to explode in her throat.
Again he turned the wheel, bringing the flame down. Crouching, he started moving the fire up and down her thighs, singeing the fine hairs on her legs. Wendy bit her lower lip, moving her head down and watching this horrible man. There were times when he let the fire linger a second or two and she tensed her muscles, the burning sensations intense.
Harry began humming as she moved the fire up, burning a red path toward her cunt. Wendy struggled in the leather, moving her shoulders, feeling the ache of being suspended like this making her bones and joints throb. The fire was only inches away from her pussy now.
"No, don't. Aiyeeeyyyeeee, nooooo!"
Wendy could no longer contain herself. Closing her eyes, the girl let out a series of yelps. The fire burned some of her cuntal hairs, blackening the blonde strands. She could smell the singed pussy fur and again the girl let out a yelp of horror and pain. Harry and Jack laughed as the big stud moved the fire back down until the flame licked and lapped at her bound ankles.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Sweat trickled down around her neck, over her tits; then down into her navel. She breath-" ed hard, her chest moving up and down with each gulp of air she took. The men still toyed with her, moving the flame back to her cunt and burning more cuntal hairs. Each time Wendy let out shrieks of despair, certain they were going to injure her for good.
"She's had enough," Harry finally said.
Wendy heard the metallic click of the lighter top and she sighed with relief. She sagged in her bonds.
"Get the bitch down. Maybe this one'll get ass-fucked a little easier than her cousin," Jack suggested, reaching up and starting to unbuckle the top strap.
"Yeah. She's ready to take on a football team if the time's right."
"Oh God, no, no!"
Wendy watched them with horrified eyes as Jack and Harry unbuckled-the straps one by one. Darlene was still moaning, the thick dildo working its way out of her asshole and clattering to the floor. But Harry didn't notice. He slapped the blonde teen with the back of his right hand, the knuckles jarring Wendy's teeth. Slumping forward, the girl protested weakly as Harry crouched down onto the floor, holding her tightly.
"Now, gonna see if this little number can take it in the ass like her cousin," he said, slapping her asscheeks with both hands.
The girl felt Harry's thumbs stick into her asscrack, the jagged nails creasing her asslips. Wendy let out a rush of air, then screamed when Harry stuck in his long, skinny forefinger. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he held her close to him, fucking his finger in and out of her asshole. When he pressed his knuckles against her ass, Wendy thought she would faint.
"Nooooo!" she cried.
He stuck in another finger, this one twisting around and down until it slipped into her bowels. Lurching forward, her knees scraping over the concrete, the girl tried to cringe away from the painful digits. But Harry's grip was too strong. He twisted his two fingers around like screws, finally pushing in a third finger to stretch her asshole even more.
Wendy's eyes bulged, her face slackening as a string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She made barking sounds, her throat tightening as her hair splashed around her whitening face.
"P-p-please, don't . . . don't . . . "
"That's good fuckin', baby, fuckin' your ass," Harry said through clenched teeth.
He was fucking her in the ass with his fingers, fucking them in and out as he had fucked her cunt earlier. Wendy was making hoarse growling sounds now, perspiration dotting her forehead while those fingers continued to fuck her asshole. A jingling sound behind the girl told her that Harry was unzipping his Levi's.
His fingers gripped her hipbones and in a moment she could feel his chin and stubbly cheeks rubbing against her ass. He licked her ass, smoothing his flat, hot tongue up one ass-cheek and down the other. How oddly pleasant the hot, wet touch of his tongue felt against her asscheeks!
"Ummmmm!"
Harry slid his thumbs down into her asscrack, pulling outward, spreading her asscheeks apart until she could feel a draft blowing up against her asshole. Wendy groaned, her knees moving painfully over the cold cellar floor. She peered through her curtaining blonde hair. Jack was looking back at Darlene, rubbing his fingers over the fly of his jeans.
Harry stabbed his right forefinger in Wendy's asshole once more, pulling it out, then diving down and sealing his lips to her asshole. Wendy let out another cry, this one revealing her obscene delight. How strangely odd it felt; that wiggly, soft, hot, wet thing burrowing into her asshole! Tiny fiery needles stung her clit as Harry licked and lapped at her asshole. Wendy sighed, a shiver making her body shudder as Harry gripped her more tightly.
"Better rope this one before I ass-fuck 'er. She moves around too much."
That wonderful, soft, hot mouth pullet away, and Wendy's elbows sagged, bowing outward while she felt her cunt slacken.
"Rope the little bitch over the table," Jack suggested, nodding at the small piece of furniture over which Wendy had been fucked earlier.
"Yeah, come on, baby! Gonna get your as plugged up good and imagine."
Harry gripped both her wrists, hauling Wendy up abruptly from the floor. She stood unsteadily, shaking the hair from her eye while Jack pulled the table up toward them.
Taking her by the shoulders, he turned he around until her knees pressed against the front of the table. Putting one hand up to the back of her neck, he forced the teen over, he belly flattening out against it. Both Jack and Harry moved quickly, sliding the rope around her wrists and binding them to the forward legs, then pulling her legs down tight so that her body clung to the table! Two longer lengths of rope were used to affix her thighs to the rear legs.
Sobbing, unsure of what was about to happen, Wendy felt terribly vulnerable. "Ohhhh, what are you going to do to me now?" she cried.
"You ain't paid attention, slut," Harry snarled, slapping one hand across the back of her head. "Ass-fuckin'! I opened one end of you and now I'm gonna fuck open the other."
"No, no, don't do this! Don't touch me back there!"
Wendy's cries grew as Jack moved to the cabinet and returned, stuffing what Wendy guessed was a large rubber ball in her mouth. She gagged, swallowing spit as the foul-tasting latex ball rolled past her front teeth and pressed hard against her tongue. Jack shoved it down a little farther, then affixed it with two leather straps around her head.
Wendy's eyes bulged, her fingers working against one another. The wood felt cool and smooth against her belly as Harry moved around and rubbed his cock against her ass. His prick was hot and hard against the front of his Levi's. He pulled at her asscheeks, spreading them, then reaching down and tugging open his fly.
"Goin' in!" he called.
The words terrified her. There was no way she could fight back to protect herself. With a sigh of complete despair Wendy sagged against the table, her asscheeks fully opening for the fucking.
"Man, oh man," Harry said, pushing his trousers down to his ankles.
Wendy groaned as he put one finger into her asshole, stretching it, yanking it out of shape. The girl screamed, hating the waiting, the awful touch of Harry's digits.
"Your galfriend wants it bad in the ass," Jack laughed. "She can't keep her fuckin' ass steady enough."
"This oughta keep her fuckin' mouth shut about gettin' fucked for a while."
Again Wendy screamed through the gag, the taste of the rubber ball making her throat constrict. Harry grabbed her hipbones again and she knew from the angle of his grip he was going to fuck his cock into her asshole. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it as if she were about to receive a painful injection. Then Wendy let out a shriek, feeling the fat, blunt cockhead pressing against her virgin asshole.
Harry laughed this time, his laughter having a nasty undertone. "Take it, bitch! Man, you got this nice hot little ass. And I'm gonna do all I can to feel your shit on my cock."
"Noooofoofooffff!"
Wendy blinked away the blinding tears as that fat cockhead stretched her asshole. She feared he was going to tear her asshole. Harry's fingers tore at her ass while the sounds of his grunting and panting sickened the teen.
"Man, oh man," Harry said, shaking the sweat from his face. "It's like fuckin' a Goddamned rock. Loosen up, you little bitch!"
Wendy felt his hands slapping her across the tops of her ass. His knees jabbed painfully against the backs of her legs. If only she could loosen up to ease the entry of that fat cock! It would make the fucking so easy and perhaps even pleasurable. But her asshole muscles refused to relax! Instead they tensed against the invader, making this ass-fucking all the more painful. Wendy cried out, the rubber ball muffling her screams.
The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Wendy let out a sob of relief, her face burning with the shame and excitement and horror at having that man's cock working into her ass. Then, like a huge steel pole, that cock jammed against her asshole. Wendy let out another cry, thinking surely the muscles around her asshole would rip from the pressure. But instead, the big fat cock squeezed mto her asshole.
Wendy squirmed, moving her ass back against the warm belly rubbing up against her ass. The slow invasion of that hard prick hurt her terribly. She began taking gulps of air around that gagging ball, feeling Harry's cock splitting her ass wide open.
"Oh wow, man! This is somethin' else. Just . . . uhhhhh . . . just workin' in my cock into this little slut! Christ! She's goddamned hot and tight down there!"
"Oh God, no, no, Wendy," Darlene sobbed, her body shaking on the chains.
"Shaddup, slut!" Jack barked, turning around and staring hotly at the young brunette. "Take a good look to see how your fuckin' cousin takes this. You'll be on the block next."
"No, no!" Darlene cried.
Darlene shook her head violently, her long brown hair whipped over her face. She stared wildly at her cousin stretched so prettily over the block, Harry crouched over her like some horrid beast. Darlene could hear the cries and grunts of her cousin as that animal fucked her in the ass. And she would be next! The thought made the young brunette teen let out another howl of despair, her head falling back until her hair swept over her ass.
The pain in Wendy's asshole reached to the outer edges of her asscheeks, then ricocheted up to her belly and tits. The wide head of his cock seemed to go on and on and Wendy took in another puffing breath, her cheeks billowing out. Both Harry's hands covered her tits. He was leaning heavily on top of her, pressing her against the table while fingering both tits. Wendy felt him touching her all over, tweaking her nipples until she cried hot, salty tears. His knees battered the backs of her thighs while that awful cock split her open!
"Uhhhfhfhhffff!"
Then suddenly the pressure that had been tightening her asshole relaxed. Wendy let out a rush of air', feeling her sphincter loosen. Harry took advantage of this sudden change and shoved down as hard as he could, his balls swinging forward from the force of the move. Wendy bit down on the ball as hard as she could, closing her eyes as the sensation of his prick tunneling through her asshole ravaged her. The young girl squeaked, her cunt going into strange spasms of need as Harry rubbed his groin up against her ass.
"Nooooo!"
Harry gave her several jabbing fuck-thrusts, rubbing his crotch up against her ass until the cheeks flattened against his body. It was all so terribly filthy and degrading for Wendy. The sobbing, fucking girl knew there would be far more to endure before Harry and Jack would let the two of them go. Why, oh why had she been stupid enough to listen to Darlene?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendy felt herself ripping apart. How that cock was plowing into her asshole while his hands squeezed and kneaded her tits. Harry knew he was causing her discomfort and enjoyed every moment of it. The more she groaned in horror and pain, the more he delighted in fucking her. Wendy knew it but couldn't keep herself quiet.
The sliding of his cock sent shivery thrills through her ass. She could feel her bowels filling up again and again with his hot cockmeat, that delight mixing with the pain of having a prick that large stretching her guts. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Harry pulled his cock out and she felt the suction tugging at her ass. It was as if he were turning her inside out! Her arms and legs spasmed and cramped as that awful cock slid out. She lightened her sphincter then loosened it. Harry braced his hands against her ass now, arching his spine while pulling out more thick inches of his cockmeat.
"Man, she wants me to stay inside her ass, I guess," Harry grunted. "The way she's movin' that ass around and holding onto me makes me know she can't get enough of it."
"Hear that, sweet tits? Your cousin here digs gettin' her asshole reamed out! You gonna take it that way? You gonna want it hard and fast like this bitch?" Jack called out to the terrified brunette.
"No, no!" Darlene sobbed.
Darlene watched in growing nausea as Harry pulled his cock almost completely from Wendy's asshole. He kept only his prickhead inside her, giving it short, jerky hunches. With each push Wendy let out a grunt. And then Harry shoved his prick all the way back in, draping himself over her body and knocking the wind from her.
Wendy felt the heat from her asshole bouncing off the stuffed feeling and doubling back, sending streamers of strange excitement stinging into her clit. Wendy thought the lewd suction in her asshole would drive her out of her mind.
The speed of Harry's fucking increased. Wendy felt her asshole muscles squeezing tight around his cock, trying to drag out more sensations from his prick. Her tits flattened out against the table, her nipples smashed under the force of this wild ass-fuck. There wasn't the pain that had plagued her earlier. Now there was only heat-a delicious, clit-rending warmth that made her cunt wish there were something fucking her there.
Wendy shook her head, chewing down on the ball. What was once a horrid, awful fuck had turned inside out, becoming something different, something wonderful. Letting out a cry as Harry's fucking speed picked up, she felt the sexual glow singeing her clit.
Wendy grunted, her face twisting into a mask of pain and unspeakable delight. The girl knew she was being fucked and fucked hard. The way her cunt was reacting, however, Wendy at times couldn't tell if the cock was in her ass or in her pussy. Everything was mixed up, confused. Harry was fucking her entire body. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
There was the sweaty slap of his belly, the blow of his body against hers that sent vulgar thrills from her clenching ass to her clit. Wendy wanted it all to happen at once. She wanted that tingle in her tits, the juicing, sliding of his cock in her ass, the slippery feel of her cuntlips rubbing against one another to explode in a mindless fire of cumming. Wendy hunched her ass back and forth as best she could, the ropes keeping her body close to the table.
"Man! Fuck it out, bitch! Butt-fuck it out," Harry cried.
Grunting, he rammed his cock deep into her ass, his fingers tearing at her ass. His cock hit her like a sledge hammer, sending her over the edge. Screaming through the rubber gagging ball, the young teen felt a blaze of fire in her ass. He was cumming, sending his jizz shooting deep into her asshole.
"Yaghhghghfhfh . . . uhhhhhhh!" the girl cried.
The thick, shooting masses of cum burned into her bowels like flaming gasoline. Wendy felt her cunt snapping shut on thin air, her body jerking from side to side. How her ass lot clutched at his cock. She convulsed, her body straining at the ropes while her tits mashed against the wooden table top. He was striking her, knocking her head against the table legs.
But the only thing Wendy could feel now was the power of her orgasm. It took over every thought she had, every feeling she experienced. The lightning-like jolts of heat burned her clit and nipples while Harry sent more and more creamy-hot jizz into her asshole.
"Man . . . oh fuckin' shit! Mother-fuck! This little bitch's gobblin' me up!"
Harry struck her hard on the lower back with a fist, the thudding sound mixing with Wendy's rutting groans. Every movement of Harry's prick heightened the wrenching her ass and cuntal muscles. Finally Harry started pulling out his prick.
"Nooooff!" Wendy wailed.
Wendy was greedy, wanting that cock to stay in her ass until the whole wild process of her unnatural orgasm was finished. Harry paused for a second, pushing his cock in, then resumed pulling it out.
"Nooooofffff!"
Again Wendy cried to have that cock inside her asshole once more. But Harry refused. He had achieved his pleasure and now he wanted to continue with the torture, leaving Wendy to satisfy herself as best she could. The girl cried out again, her overloaded brain shattering.
Wendy ground her teeth against the rubber ball, silently cursing her tormentor. Her asshole fluttered, as empty now as her wet, fluttering cunt. The girl jerked and twitched as Harry stepped away. She pounded her body against the table while the line kept her in place.
Finally the delightful spasms stopped. Her arms straightened slowly, her fingers opening up as tears of frustration rolled down her face. She had never felt so alone before in all her life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt and Harry's jizz oozed from her stretched asshole. He had fucked her so brutally, so violently and in front of her cousin. And how she had reacted! There hadn't been enough cockmeat in her ass! How much more she had wanted! How could she ever hold her head up again?
"Now for this one," Jack said as he turned to Darlene.
The young brunette had waited, hoping Wendy's rape would last much longer than it had. Her heart had sank when she saw Harry's body stiffen, his cock pumping jizz into Wendy's asshole. She knew Jack would then do the same thing to her.
"You don't want to have the same kind of pleasure your cousin had?"
"No! Oh, just let us go! You had your . . . fun," Darlene said, her voice lowering on the last word. "Now just turn us out and we promise we won't say anything."
Both Jack and Harry laughed.
"Nobody'd believe you even if you told. Besides, we just started with you two."
"Just started?" Darlene gasped.
Her mind whirled. She looked crazily at Jack as he walked up to her. Harry was pulling his Levi's up, sneering down at the still-bound and helpless Wendy who moaned softly against her rubber gag.
"I think I'm gonna have some good fun with this one," Jack said to Darlene. "More resistance than that other slut, you know what I mean, bud? But when I get 'er goin' it's gonna be somethin' else. Man, she's gonna be hotter 'n that bitch."
Harry picked up his discarded belt and tossed it over to Jack. The young blond sneered up at the hanging woman, snapping the doubled pieces of black leather together before letting the belt fall to the floor. He held the buckled end in his right hand and Darlene tried to prepare herself. Her eyes fastened on the gleaming black leather drawing closer to her. He was going to beat her with that thing just as he had beaten Wendy! Then, suddenly a doubled fist shot into her belly, knocking the air from her. -
Darlene let out a cry, her knees jerking up as far as they could. The chains holding her ankles kept the girl from doing much more than twitching in her bonds. Her eyes opened wide while her nostrils flared. The dull pain seemed to wrench her bowels inside out and she thought about Wendy, about the way she had looked with Harry draped over her fucking her ass. Grunting with panic, Darlene waited for the next blow.
"Don't like that, do you bitch?"
"No, lemme go!" Darlene sobbed, her eyes reflecting the sheer animal terror racing through her body.
"Fat chance!" he laughed.
Jack lashed the belt across her belly, up to her throat, then back to her thighs. The force of those blows sent the girl into shrill hysterical cries. Her head jerked from left to right, a mindless torrent of pleading words tumbling out, one over the other. The fiery pain from the dry, smacking leather blows seemed to clear her mind of all thought except the agony facing her.
Jack looked down at her pussy, sneering. Reaching forward he twisted his fingers in the thick bush of brown cuntal hair. Darlene let out another cry. She twisted her mouth into a shape of agony, more shrill screams filling the room.
"Yaghghghghhhh!"
Jack pulled and twisted, tearing brown hair from her cunt. Letting go in a moment he brought the leather belt around her throat, tightening it and strangling out her latest cry.
"Muhhfhfhffff!"
The move was so unexpected that the girl choked on her own shriek. She stared wide-eyed at him, unable to breathe. The belt pressed her windpipe shut, cutting off the oxygen to her lungs! Desperately Darlene tugged at her arms, feeling her wrists rubbing painfully against the overhead pole to which they were attached. There was the clanking sound of all those chains rattling against one another while her body jerked and bounced in their restraints. And still Jack kept that awful belt tight around her throat! Darlene thought for one mad moment that she was about to die!
Jack pulled down the weapon at last, doubling it against itself. Darlene took in long, deep, gulping breaths, her throat sore and raspy from all the cries and the awful strangling.
Suddenly there was a skin-splitting blow directed against her left ass-cheek. The young teen shrieked, tears springing to her eyes. Another blow, this one crossing the first, sent more agony racing through her. Blow after blow reddened her ass, making the full, naked white asscheeks bounce and jiggle against one another. Darlene remembered how Harry had struck her cousin again and again before fingering her, then finally putting his cock into her ass.
"Uhhhfhfhffff!"
Jack cupped her ass now, his fingers pressing into the whip-worked flesh.
"She's gonna be too fuckin' tight, I think. Gotta loosen 'er up for a while and I don't mean finger-fucking the little bitch."
"Got any ideas?"
Harry lumbered up to his buddy, hitching up his Levi's. Wendy was still doubled over the small table, cum spilling from her asshole.
"Yeah. Over here."
Darlene watched with frightened eyes as the two men disappeared into the darkness to her left. She whimpered, wishing she had the apparent courage and stamina her cousin Wendy had. But how her arms hurt her now. Hanging from the bar, the wood pressing into her wrists, the girl's muscles cramped and her joints ached. The cuffs around her ankles had helped some but the tension of being stretched from floor to ceiling this way ached through her body.
There were the sounds of both men returning. Harry was carrying what appeared to be several leather harnesses and such in his arms. He dumped them to the floor with a dull clatter. Darlene flinched.
"One good thing, baby, I'm not gonna have you hanging around there like this any more."
Silently Darlene agreed with the big man, happy when they unfastened first the cuffs around her wrists, then the ropes attaching her to the overhead bar. She slumped heavily against Harry, her legs weak after having been stretched and hung for so long.
Darlene saw them pulling out what appeared to be a large rubber ball with several straps attached to it. It was the same kind of thing her cousin had had in her mouth while Harry had ass-fucked her. Darlene turned her head away, feeling the strength in her thighs fail her.
Harry held her, pinning her arms behind her back while Jack took the ball in his right hand and fitted it into her mouth. Darlene moaned, her jaws aching from having been spread so much. He then took two straps that were attached to either side of the gag and stretched them over each lower cheek, buckling them together behind her head. Two more straps fitted tightly on either side of her nose, coming together in a triangle between her eyes. Jack pulled them tight against her face, stretching a third strap over the top of her head and fixing it to the first two. It was a kind of open-aired leather hood, gagging her at the same time.
"Now, we're gonna make sure you open up good back there," Jack said, taking another strange device and holding it in front of her terrified eyes.
Harry still held her tightly, his fingers hurting her chafed wrists. Jack slipped the belt around her narrow waist, turning it around until something cold and soft brushed against her ass. Oh my God! It was a butt-plug!
"Noooofffff!" Darlene wailed.
Jack laughed at her sudden recognition, tightening the belt, then bending down and taking the four-inch plug and pressing it up against her asshole. Darlene's eyes bulged out, her knees trembling. Harry tightened his grip to keep her from fainting to the floor.
"Yeah, just right . . . there!"
Jack shoved the awful thing right into her ass, stepping back and making last-minute adjustments on the belt. Darlene screamed, bowing her legs out as if that would somehow ease the achey, tight feeling in her ass. At least this ass-plug was much smaller than Harry's long cock, more of an annoyance than a real threat. Darlene let out another cry, swallowing hard.
"One more thing," Harry said.
Two large, metal cuffs were fitted around her elbows, a broad leather band attaching them. Darlene grunted as Harry pulled her elbows behind her while Jack fitted the cold clamps on. Her shoulders ached from the awkward position as Jack moved the buckle to the third notch and fixed it.
"Okay, she ain't goin' anywhere and we got her asshole stretchin'. Now what?"
"Now we have ourselves some fun. Remember the old marlin spike I used to break in the bitch over there?" Harry said, nodding toward Wendy.
"Yeah, so?" Jack said blankly.
"So this," Harry said, reaching around and pulling out a pocket knife.
With the press of a small pearl button a four-inch blade swung out with a click. in
Darlene turned her head around at the sound and found herself gazing at the bright, sharp shiny thing. Her hair stood on end.
"Okay! Just like that broad we got in from D.C. last week?" Jack exclaimed.
"Somethin' like it. Come on, little bitch. Come on," Harry said. "We're gonna warm you up."
They pushed Darlene over to the side of the cellar where her cousin was still doubled over the table bound. Wendy turned her head, looking at Darlene.
"Use the chain we had for one of her legs and keep her head down with it," Harry said, pointing.
Jack dragged the girl from Wendy.
"Just thought you'd like to see what the little slut looks like all dressed up. You'll hear enough from her now," he called back, pushing Darlene back to the overhead pole.
CHAPTER NINE
They had Darlene on the ground, her knees spread wide apart so that the sticky wet crack of her pussy was exposed. Darlene swallowed hard. The butt-plug felt almost natural now.
Jack had her head directly over one of the chains that had formerly kept her ankles in check. Slipping off the cuff, he pushed her head down until her chin was only six inches from the floor. Harry had brought a black leather dog collar out from one of the cabinets, fitting tight around her throat.
Darlene remained relatively passive, her flesh damp with nervous perspiration. A tremor ran down her left cheek, the only indication of her true terror.
"Slip the chain through that ring," Harry suggested from behind.
Jack pushed her head down a little more. In a moment the girl felt them fix the links to her dog collar, thus keeping her in place. The elbow cuffs were starting to hurt her shoulders terribly from that bent-back position of her arms. But the rubber ball gag prevented Darlene from screaming out her pain.
"Now, for this."
Harry handed the blade to Jack, who inspected it for sharpness. Reaching down, he pulled out several strands of Darlene's brown hair and split them with the knife tip. The girl saw this demonstration and trembled.
Jack bent down over the girl, tracing the point of the awful blade along her spine. She groaned, her head shaking while here eyelids fluttered. She closed her eyes, imagining how the knife looked and what path it was taking down her body. The blade left a small narrow white line where it touched on her lightly tanned flesh.
"Ohhhhhfhhffff!"
Darlene bit down into the ball, her jaws aching from the pressure. Fighting for control, Darlene still concentrated on that needle-sharp pressure inching closer and closer to her cunt. A thought came to the girl that perhaps Jack and Harry would cut her asshole open wider and then fuck herein a final wild frenzy of lust and death. She shook the disgusting thought from her mind.
The blade went down past the top swell of her tightening ass. She felt her sphincter snugging up against the butt-plug, making it feel all that much larger. Darlene let out another groan. The blade moved down, back up to her waist, then slowly down to juncture of her ass and thighs. The blade then paused for a moment, sliding over the belt then inching around until the point traced over her wrinkled asshole.
Darlene rolled her eyes up, her elbows rubbing painfully against the restrictive cuffs. Screaming like a mad woman through the gag, Darlene tried snapping her head up. But the chain kept her chin down low, her violent movements nearly breaking her neck.
Jack moved the blade around, purposely keeping the point pressed up against her ass. Darlene struggled to stop her trembling, knowing the slightest move would cause the blade to pierce her skin.
She could feel her cunt sucking in air, the pussy muscles flinching and twitching at the excitement and terror gripping her heart. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area terrified and aroused her. Again the girl bit down on the ball, her face twisting into a mask of terror. The veins stood out from her throat as Darlene became very aware of the leather restraining her body and the knife still threatening her life.
"Yeah, man, look at this!" The little slut's juicin' like a Goddamned whore in heat and we ain't even touched her pussy!" Jack said gruffly.
"Told you this one'd be as hot as the other. She just needed a little time to warm up."
Wendy was now ignored as she remained bound to the table top. Her ravaged ass still winked as cum oozed from it.
"You like it, baby? You like me playin' around with your pussy this way?" Jack teased.
Darlene said nothing. She could feel that knife pulling away from her cunt. Sighing, the girl shivered and her muscles relaxed. Darlene could feel her pussy trembling in anticipation, but in anticipation of what?
Her eyes bulged, her body jerking as if touched by a live, hot poker. Jack pressed the flat of the blade against the wet slit of her pussy. The muscles twitched then clamped down, forcing her cuntlips closed against the knife. Darlene let out another grunt.
Carefully Jack rocked the knife down, pressing the tip against the bottom junction of her cuntlips while the black plastic handle rubbed against her clit. The pressure sent hot shocks through her. She arched her spine, jerking her head up once more. Again the chain pulled the collar tightly around her throat, threatening to strangle her. Both men laughed at her reaction to the blade.
"Think she's gonna pop her mind when I finally fuck 'er in the ass?"
"Man, too bad you can't fuck 'er in both places at the same time. That'd knock the wind outta her."
Jack moved the blade up, now pressing the sharp tip against her clit. Darlene found herself jerking her body up and down, trying to keep her head level. But every time she moved to one side or the other the collar choked her badly. She breathed regularly, trying to keep both mind and body under control.
Jack slipped the knife down a little -more, letting the blade press flatly against her pussy. Darlene shivered. She could feel the rising warmth of her aroused lust on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. She pulled back on the chain once more, swallowing more of the saliva that had gathered threateningly behind the gagging rubber ball. The fiery sting in her clit and the fear of that awful blade wound her up higher with sexual excitement.
"Man, she's somethin' else! Ruttin' like a pig right here in front of us."
"Man, she digs this blade! You're better 'n your cousin over there."
Darlene sobbed, knowing it was true. Why was her body doing this to her? Her hips were moving. Her fingers worked against one another. Even if they hadn't held her captive in those hateful elbow cuffs Darlene doubted she would have tried to escape now. Something dreadful had happened to her, the same thing that had happened to Wendy.
Jack dragged the edge of the blade back. Darlene followed the path in her mind's eye, every square inch of her white flesh tensing. Then he moved the knife back to her cuntal mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes of delight that had plagued her clit now seemed to diminish. But there was still the pounding of her heart, that tingling itch around her nipples that drove the teen mad with lust.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Man, she's shovin', that ass back at me," Jack said, moving the knife away from her cunt.
"Yeah, come on! Why don't you get 'er even higher? You know, use your fuckin' mouth!"
Jack spread her asscheeks apart, diving down while holding the knife lightly in one hand. For a moment Darlene had no idea what was about to happen. Then she felt his tongue flicking up and down over her cuntslit, wetting down the already juiced curls.
"Man, I can taste her juice! She's hot and wet, ready for a good fuckin'. "
"Work your tongue in there and I'll bet you'll have her goin' nuts in a sec."
"Uhhhhh . . . ahhhhfhhfhfhh!"
Darlene chewed on the ball once again. That tongue! That wonderful, awful tongue had tipped the scales. If she had a moral thought left in her brain the touch of Jack's mouth against her pussy erased it. Now all she cared about was that knife, that cock, fucking! She remembered how thrilled Wendy had sounded while Harry fucked her again and again and Darlene wanted to feel the same way. She wanted to fill the cellar with her muffled cries of pleasure while Jack fucked her into oblivion. The straps around her elbows, the chain holding her head prisoner, the gagging ball, the butt-plug-everything added to her gradually heightening arousal. "Uhhghghhhh!"
Jack pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. Several brown cunt-hairs stuck out from his front teeth. Pulling them out, he laughed at the cringing, moaning girl.
"Back to this."
Jack moved the knife back, letting it slide back up to the puckered rim of her asshole. Darlene let out another shocked breath, her brain spinning around and around. The girl felt another spasm of excitement race through her belly and her cunt unclenched.
"Her goddamned pussy's fartin', " Jack laughed, slapping her several times across the ass.
"Man, that's hot! I'd fuck her in the pussy now, Jack! Somethin' that hot down there ain't to be overlooked," Harry advised.
"Her old lady like this?" Jack asked, rubbing the girl's round, firm ass with both hands.
Darlene moaned at the mention of her mother.
"Yeah, sort of. She ain't this quick on the uptake, though. This one's hot and curious, just like her cousin. Yeah, whole fuckin' family's probably nothin' but a pack of nymphos lookin' for cock."
Darlene knew she was shaming herself but her body was hungry for that long, hot cock. She wanted to have that man jam his cock into her dribbling cunthole. The tender membranes were still raw from the initial fuck. But even that residue of pain aroused her.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Jack was poking at the rim of her asshole. Darlene gasped with shock once more. Her sphincter clenched around the butt-plug, drawing that latex thing in a little more. Her arm muscles ached from that awful cuffing device. Jack was panting heavily now, working his fingers around his cock while still threatening her with that knife.
"Too bad we can't drag the other bitch over here. We'd have one hell of a two-some-two hot cousins tryin' to out-fuck one another," Harry roared.
Darlene was undaunted. She rolled her ass around, feeling the oily, slippery rubbing of her cuntlips against one another. Perspiration oozed down her tits, tickling her hard, itching nipples. She groaned yet again, wondering when Jack was going to fuck her.
"Bitch pig! You enjoyed watching your cousin getting fucked, and now you want to feel the same thing? Then take my cock, you stupid little bitch!"
Darlene felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her pussy. The head of his prick slipped under the wet crack between her outer cuntlabes. Jack dropped the knife with a clatter, his fingers gripping her by the hips.
"You're right!" he gasped, sliding forward a little more. "Ain't gonna waste my time on assmeat when I got myself a steamy little cunt right here."
Darlene rolled her hips forward, twisting her body up as much as she could. The leather dog collar bruised her neck while she jerked and twisted against her bonds. How her clit burned now, burned as if someone had touched it with acid. Jack lodged his cockhead in her cunt-hole, grunting, then shoving down all the way.
It felt as if his shoving would tear the knife-pricked flesh of her pussy away and jam it all into her. The girl gasped, her belly tightening.
Her cries were muffled by the gag. Jack leaned forward, putting his hands on the teen's hips. That long, thick cock slipped into her cunthole like a greased fingers and Darlene thought she could hear Wendy shouting some encouragement from the other end of the room. But she didn't care. All that mattered now was that cock finally stretching her pussy.
How it rummaged around in her cunt and rubbed up against her clit.
The big stud let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. Darlene shook her head, wanting him to touch her all over. She liked being pawed, being touched, being really fucked! The girl liked feeling his fingers tugging and pulling at her tits until she thought she would go mindless with sensation.
"Fuckin' slut . . . goddamned little bitch! Harry, man, she's gobblin' up my cock like some kind of fuckin' Hollywood bitch!"
"Takin' it easy will make you last a lot longer, buddy. Don't let the cunt get to you," Harry advised, raising one foot and placing the sole over the back of Darlene's neck.
Darlene felt the smooth, dirty boot rubbing against her flesh just behind her dog collar. She grunted, lowering her face to the floor. Part of the chain rubbed up against her nose. Harry increased his pressure and Darlene grunted, twisting her head until her right cheek lay flat against the concrete. Harry still pressed on, making her neck ache. For a moment the girl thought he would break her bones with his boot. Then he began rubbing the filthy leather back and forth over her neck, at times brushing it over her face.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack kept fucking her, on top of her like a dog in the streets. All this excited the girl terribly. She found herself hunching back against him as much as she could. The full length of his thick cock was in her cuntchannel now, stretching up to her belly. She felt his cockhead banging against her.
"Nooooooo!"
Darlene whimpered, a wild chain of thoughts and feelings taking over. Jack laughed at her distress, twisting her nipples violently while driving his cock forward with hard, wet, slapping fuck-thrusts.
Her body was racked by violent spasms that starting deep in her cunt. Bound this horrible way, the straps pressing against her cheeks and forehead, Darlene felt her pussy about to explode in climactic fury. She pulled her head up off the floor the moment Harry had removed his boot. Rutting and gasping around the gagging ball, Darlene tried to prepare herself for her climax. How her sphincter gripped that butt-plug, milking at it as if it were a prick shoved up her asshole!
"That's it! Man! Now's the time!" Harry said, fingering himself through his Levi's. "Fill up the little slut!"
She felt Jack leaning forward, completely covering her body with his. He clamped his teeth on the back of her neck like the animal he was, making the girl squirm violently. The chain still kept her in one position. Jack reached down with his left hand, gripping the butt-ring and making fucking movements with it. Fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time, Darlene felt the drilling movements driving her mad.
"Nooooooffff!"
Jack's belly slapped loudly against her ass. Darlene felt the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her ass. The itching, burning sensation in and around her pussy drove her crazy. Darlene shoved back again, wanting to feel Jack cumming inside her. His threat had become a promise to be fulfilled!
He took the plug and shoved it deeper in her ass once more. The girl grunted, her head rolling. The only thing Darlene wanted was release from the hot itchy ache throbbing through her cunt and ass. He clutched wildly at her big-nippled tits, the twisting, scratching agony in her nipples adding to the fire burning through her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
It was a battle, an awful struggle on the floor while Jack struggled on top of her. The thrusts of his cock and the bucking, arching agony of Darlene's body grew more and more intense as each reached a private world of hellish climax.
The tremendous heat in her cunt grew and grew. She could hear his cock slopping through her cunt, could hear the heavy slaps of his belly against her ass. Just then Jack cried out and she knew he was going to cum. Her cunt clamped tight while his cock thickened. The pounding beat of his cock-thrusts stopped for a second and then resumed more rapidly. With a savage jab his cockhead slammed all the way in and stayed there.
Blast after white-hot blast of cum gushed against her cuntal walls. That was all the girl needed. With a gag-muffled wail Darlene came, her muscles going into spasms, wringing tighter at the cock than before. Her hips jerked while the spurting, jabbing, cum-spraying cockshaft made her cunt milk more and more cum from the big head. Then, with a groan, Darlene collapsed in defeat.
CHAPTER TEN
Wendy had heard it all. She had waited there, draped over the block, her tits cushioned against the hard, smooth wood. And through the entire scene she heard Darlene's frantic cries, the blows, the laughter, the terrible comments Jack and Harry had made about her cousin. And then there had been the soft, muffled sound of fucking and through those long seconds Wendy had felt something between compassion for Darlene and envy for her position.
How Wendy's cunt burned when she heard the other girl rutting like that, her moans and cries matching those of the man fucking her. Secretly Wendy had rubbed her cunt up against the table, loving the slick friction of her cuntlips slipping over one another and at times brushing up against her clit.
And then it was over. Darlene had been unchained from her position and dragged away. The men were talking softly and Wendy braced herself, wondering what the men were going to do next.
"What now, buddy? Let 'em go?" Jack said, zipping his fly while glancing down at his watch. "Can't keep 'em down here much longer. The old lady's gonna get suspicious and start callin' around."
"Gonna get 'em goin' in a while. But first we gotta make sure they ain't gonna squeal. You gonna talk, bitch?"
Harry grabbed Wendy's hair and jerked her head up from the block. Wendy tried to speak, but the ball prevented it. He laughed, knocking her head back against the wood.
"She ain't gonna say nothin', " Harry snickered. "The other one's pretty much gone too. But we still got some time. Come on."
They untied Wendy, Harry unfastening the ball from her mouth and lifting her from the table. Wendy stood up shakily, now seeing her cousin crumpled on the floor, the straps and gag still fastened tightly around Darlene's head. Darlene's arms were still tugged behind her, her elbows nearly touching one another atop her spine. Darlene blinked away more tears, looking up at her cousin pathetically from the floor.
Wendy shuddered, feeling a sensation of compassion mixed with scorn. She noticed a stream of cum dribbling from the girj's slackening cunthole and she knew it was Jack's cum.
"Over there," Harry said, giving her a shove.
She stumbled, retrieved her balance, then stumbled again, pushing her long blonde hair from her eyes. It was a bathtub-one of those old ones with legs keeping the body several inches from the floor. She turned and looked up at Harry's handsome but stony face.
"Get in," Harry barked.
"What?" she said softly.
Harry scooped her up from the floor, lifting her above the lips of the tub, then depositing her roughly on the cold porcelain. Immediately Wendy shivered, throwing her arms around her narrow shoulders and rubbing her flesh briskly. The cold, smooth surface made her flesh pucker into goose-bumps. The membranes of her cunt snugged up against one another. Swallowing down a lump of fear the young teen looked up questioningly, wondering what new horror they were going to commit.
"Stay there!" Harry said, pointing a threatening finger at her.
Wendy cringed, lowering her head below that curled lip of the tub. She sat there quietly, waiting for them. There was the sound of running water, then laughter. Both men strode back to the tub, their zippers pulled down once again. Wendy sighed. There would be more fucking, more beating. She wondered how much longer she could survive.
"On your knees, baby."
Wendy sat up, tucking her ass backward until the firm round buns rested against her soles. Harry was first, reaching in and pulling out his cock. It was soft and at first she thought he was going to tell her to suck him off. Then he fingered his prick lovingly, rolling it around between his fingers. A terrible thought came to her as he neared the lip of the tub.
"Don't move, bitch, or we're gonna pound your fuckin' teeth out! Understand?" lit
Wendy swallowed hard, nodding her head.
"Good. Now be a good little slut and take it."
Wendy closed her eyes, waiting for this new humiliation to start. Harry climbed into the tub, steadying himself, then finally straddling her. His eyes were fixed on her face.
"I don't want you movin' around here, understand? Don't even move a fuckin' muscle."
"Yes," she said, her voice flat, lifeless.
There were a few moments of waiting, then Wendy felt it. The first few drops of his piss dropped on her thighs. She wanted to scream, to ball her fists and pound them hard against this horrible man. But, somehow the girl managed to find strength to keep her cool. She knelt there, her head barely shaking with fear and revulsion.
"Oh yeahhh, that's real good."
The stream thickened and grew in strength. She felt the hot, yellowish stream cascading over her belly and she sucked in a deep breath, tasting the sour bile rising in her throat. Harry laughed at her, holding his cock in one hand now and moving the hot stream around up to her tits. She felt his piss stinging her nipples, moving from one tit to the other. She shifted her position a little, hearing the gurgling sound in of the urine swirling down the drain in front of her.
"That's real good. Man, she's takin' it all!" Harry cried.
"Yeah, it'll be my turn in a while," Jack said, his eyes riveted on the girl.
"After I dump my load."
Wendy shivered again, feeling the piss slicking over her hips and dribbling down into her crotch. Wendy felt the warm, oily liquid gathering around her as in a warm pool before oozing down to the drain. She shivered, her eyelids blinking back her rising tears. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of those awful hot drops of piss.
"Don't move," Harry warned, directing the stream up her belly.
Wendy shut her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out with frustration and rage. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples again and again, slicking down the valley between her soiled tits. Then the girl felt more and more piss spraying onto her chin. Gagging, the horrified blonde teen clasped one palm over her lips. The thought that he was going to piss in her mouth terrified and repulsed her. Wendy didn't care any more what they might do to her if she moved. She had to get away from that piss or she would surely vomit!
"No, baby, that's not what I want. I've got to have you stayin' quiet . . . just like before, understand?"
To emphasize his point, Harry once again grabbed her hair and jerked her head up. Wendy dropped the hand from her mouth, screaming. Her legs moved against the piss-slicked porcelain. Waves of nausea created from the pain in her scalp and the stench of the piss around her swept through her.
"Better," Harry said to her.
"Oh please, don't! I'll do anything else, fucking, anything but not this again!" Wendy pleaded now that the pissing stream had stopped.
She looked up, watching hopelessly as Harry took a long drink of water from the near-by plastic glass. He said nothing and she knew what that meant. Her pleas were nothing to him.
"You don't wanna lose your teeth, do you?"
"No! No!"
Her cries bounced against the porcelain. But she looked at his face and knew that to save herself she had to submit. Her hands came down and her face was calm, almost stoic. Harry grunted in approval, flicking off droplets from the end of his prick then bending his knees for yet another stream. Frowning, he let out a watery belch, then farted. Wendy made a face but still did nothing to show she was about to disobey him. The big man moved his legs farther apart.
"Open your mouth, baby. That's it, tilt your head back all the way and open your mouth. You can go around the back, Jack. I think this number likes gettin' fucked and pissed on at the same time."
"I ain't gonna fuck 'er while you piss all over the place," Jack complained.
"Okay, man. Then just piss on the little slut. She'll dig that."
Upstairs the phone rang and Wendy wondered if it was her aunt calling. Oh, if only the woman knew what was happening here! Surely she would call the police and put a stop this insane madness!
Again Wendy closed her eyes, taking deep, tit-raising breaths. With each breath the girl felt herself growing dizzy, unsteady. Her clit was twitching, actually growing long and hard. Could she be losing her mind? Was she actually turning on to this obscene, vile horror?"
"Really, baby?"
Wendy flinched just a little. Jack was pissing down her back, his urine striking just below her neck, then splattering against her spread asscheeks. Up front Harry directed the intensity of his piss stream around her tits once more, dropping it down to her cunt, then moving it up until it was against her chin.
Wendy thought she would die of shame and disgust. The stream moved along her lips, then shot into her mouth. The blonde teen shuddered, closing her throat, refusing to let in any of the filth.
The stink was spreading. The terrible heat splattered all over her back and front. Jack pissed up to her hair, then back down to the split between her asscheeks.
Harry directed his yellow piss right into her mouth now, scouring out the hollows just behind her tonsils, then washing the piss across her front teeth. More warm sensations flushed up and down her belly while her clit curled from the heat of sick arousal. Just as the two men went dry Wendy felt her clit twitching, her body shaking with orgasm.
"How's the bitch doin'? " Jack asked, shaking the piss from his cockhead.
"Not bad. Gotta wash this little pig off then get 'em ready for the next bit. Come on, baby, gotta hose you down. Then you'll be ready."
For what? Wendy shivered at the thought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They had pushed her into a small metal shower and turned on the icy water. Harry kept the howling, screaming teen inside, turning her around and around, making sure the cold liquid washed away every trace of his and Jack's piss.
Once cleaned, Wendy was dragged from the stall, nearly collapsing from the shock of the icy cold. Toweled dry, she was dragged over to the generator. Wendy drew back.
"Easy, baby, easy. We're not even gonna touch you with that thing."
"You lie," she whispered, staring wildly into that man's eyes.
There was almost something like hope for more pain in her face as she stood naked before him. Harry recognized the look and grinned. He had won.
"Get up there," he said with a grin.
Wendy shook the hair from her eyes. It was a bicycle-more more accurately, two bicycles that looked like exercycles facing one another. There were wires dangling everywhere from the device, with two small black boxes to either side of the machine.
Darlene was now being readied for this thing too, the cuffs being slipped from her elbows. When Jack finally took the gag off, the frantic brunette looked around, seeing Wendy standing by the odd bicycle-like device. Harry was unstrapping her butt-plug, screwing the long, skinny latex prick from her shitter. The girl winced at the withdrawal. Next came the dog collar.
"Oh, Wendy, I'm so sorry for all this. I didn't think we'd get into this kind of trouble," Darlene whimpered.
"You probably knew it," Harry said. "Like mother, like daughter. Your old lady kept screamin' the first time she came down here too. But man, she wanted it bad. You don't answer shit like I advertise in those sex papers unless you really want it bad. And your whole fuckin' family needs it-good, hot, hard fuckin' and beatin'! "
Darlene was stopped cold by this awful pronouncement. Wendy simply hung her head down, wondering what new pain this would bring.
"Climb on these. You first, bitch."
Harry took Wendy by the arm, leading her to one cycle. Upon reaching it the girl saw a long wire leading from the seat, small metal clamps attached to it. Nervously she raised one leg, hauling herself onto the seat, then settling her firm ass onto the black plastic. It was cold and she shuddered as Jack led Darlene to the other cycle. In a moment both girls were sitting face to face, their bodies trembling with arousal and fear.
"Now, I told you I wasn't gonna let this generator touch you," Harry said, nodding in the direction of the large dark gray box. "But this little fucker generates its own juice. You move that pedal and sparks go flyin' in the other wire.
He nodded at her cousin's bicycle seat. "And vice versa," he added with a grin.
Wendy saw the wickedness of the device immediately. The men were going to hook both girls up to this awful machine. When she pedaled, current would be generated and would flow into her cousin's pussy. The same would happen to her when Darlene pedaled. They would electrocute one another!
"Oh please, please! Not the voltage again," Darlene whimpered.
"You like it, though, don't you, baby? When that dildo fucked you raw you couldn't get enough of that current goin' through your pussy. Man, you ate it up!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Wendy felt the cold clamps biting into her nipples once more. When she tried to slap his hand away, Harry knocked her hard in the chin with his fist, nearly stunning her into unconsciousness.
"You'll wanna get a good grip on this," he said, indicating the handlebars. "It'll keep you on the seat."
Wendy's teeth chattered. Two clamps bit into the soft, rubbery flesh of her nipples. The surrounding areolas wrinkled painfully at the cold, agonizing touch of those tiny metallic clamping teeth. And then he moved down, attaching two similar but somewhat larger clamps to either side of her cunt. A long, skinny wire was slipped into her asshole, completing the hooking up.
Darlene had watched Wendy being mistreated and vowed to herself she would remain stoic. She swallowed shriek after scream as the clamps were cinched down on her nipples and cunt. She said nothing when she felt that copper wire being inserted into her asshole.
"Okay, girls, now it's simple. You're gonna start peddlin', " Harry said with a nod at Wendy.
The girl shook her head from side to side.
"And then you're gonna feel the juice streamin' in. That's gonna make you start movin' your feet. We're gonna stand back here and watch just how much you little bitches can take before you cum."
"Impossible!" Wendy spat.
"Uh-uh," Harry said, his grin growing. "That electricity's gonna bring you off harder 'n we can."
Wendy couldn't believe she could climax any more violently she already had this afternoon. In any case, she would not start pedaling that awful device. They could plug her into a wall socket if they wanted to electrocute her. But she wouldn't start pedaling and drag her cousin into that kind of pain.
"I thought you'd be stubborn. I'll have to get you started then."
Harry moved around to the blonde teen, stretching down both hands and gripping one of the pedals. Wendy fought him, stiffening her legs, trying to keep the pedals from moving. But she was too weak for him.
Harry dislodged the pedals, working them slowly around and around. Wendy looked up and saw Darlene stiffen, her body twitching as a low current began seeping into her cunt. The girl's eyes rounded with pleasant surprise and a twisted smile crossed her lips. She looked as if about to say something but her words were cut short, as the pedals began moving a little faster. The young teen groaned, her eyes closing slowly while beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her fingers tightened around the chrome handlebars.
"Uhhhhh . . . oh yes, yes."
Darlene tossed the hair from her eyes, gripping the handlebars more firmly as Harry forced her to begin pedaling. Wendy jumped from her seat, feeling the tingly sensation of the current sparking into her clit. Her cuntal walls buckled at the teasing prickish sensation. Her knees jerking inward, Wendy straightened them and increased the speed and purpose of her pedaling. Her nipples were starting to lengthen and thicken as excitement roused her.
"Man, they're gonna go at it-just like those two we had from Seattle fast month," Jack said, folding his arms and watching.
"Fuck! We had to pry those suckers off the damned thing. And then they kept cummin' for how long, about an hour or so."
Wendy heard the terrible words. An hour of climax! How happy those girls must have been, cumming and cumming while thinking of that lovely electricity burning their cunts into oblivion.
Darlene was speeding up. The room began to echo with their panting grunts and the humming sound of the bicycle's generators. The faster Darlene pedaled, the stronger and more biting the current sputtered around Wendy's clit. The blonde teen felt her fingers trembling, the sweat rolling down her tits and filling her sunken navel while her knees began to whip around in tight circles faster and faster. She leaned forward a little, the black wires wagging and waving as her body swayed against the hideous machine. The soft, moist flesh around her clit grew slick with juice.
She wanted more-more of the current flashing through her pussy, stinging her clit, making her asshole clench again and again against the wire intruder. Her muscles were m starting to spasm uncontrollably. This was better than the electrified dildo-much better. The current was stronger, tweaking her clit, nibbling at her nipples, sucking at her asshole until she thought she was going to go mad. The girl rutted without shame, bouncing up and down on the black plastic seat. At times Wendy's feet slipped off the pedals, banging painfully against the sides. But she quickly slid them back on, not wishing to miss a beat.
"Faster . . . faster, ohhhhhh."
Darlene was echoing her cousin's desire, her head tilting back while the muscles in her arms and legs bulged against her glistening flesh. Her lips whipped around until they were a blur.
"Ohhhh God, Darlene! You're burning my cunt!"
Wendy was bouncing like a puppet against the seat, her body dangerously tilting to one side. Jack laughed loudly when she cried out about the pain in her cunt, only to work her legs more frenziedly around in circles to give her cousin a taste of her own medicine. It was a battle, each woman pitted mercilessly against the other. Their cries and screams mixed oddly with the humming sound of the generators and over it all was Harry's hellish laughter.
Wendy felt her cunt snap shut on thin air once again, the current having triggered her into climax. Her feet banged against the pedal assembly, slipping off, then crawling back on. She pitched forward, her bones seeming to crush against the tremendous current surging through her body. Her climax was like a waterfall smashing through her mind and body, destroying every thought except that of pleasure. She bounced and jerked, her tits slapping wetly together. Through lust-glazed eyes Wendy could see Darlene was doing the same thing. They were both cumming and still their legs whipped around, the generators sending more juice into each convulsing pussy.
"Ohhhhh, can't take this . . . just can't," Wendy cried.
The blonde teen felt the room fading away from her. Things were growing black. She gave the pedals her last ounce of strength, feeling her feet slipping off them once more. This time Wendy couldn't slide them back on. She felt herself leaning to the right. Then in another moment the girl pitched downward, her body falling to the floor.
In a heap at the side of that device she felt herself cumming and cumming. She was climaxing again and again, Darlene still pedaling. Finally the brunette gave up too, also falling off the device in a mindless fit of rutting
ISO and climaxing.
"Let's plug 'em one more time for old time's sake," Harry said.
Darlene screamed as Jack tore the wires from her body. He slammed her down on the floor against her back and mounted her like a dog. Harry did the same thing to Wendy, pulling the clamps off her roughly. Wendy felt the tiny teeth tearing at her nipples and cuntlips but she didn't care. The pain only added to the delight still convulsing through her pussy. The next thing she knew Harry was digging his fingernails into her ass, fucking her cunt long and deep. Her thighs burned and chilled while that fat prick burrowed into her pussy.
Wendy tossed her hips with wild abandon, loving the feel of this wild rape. Harry slapped her, then ripped out her hair as waves of orgasm tore through each of them. Wendy screamed as she had never screamed before, feeling herself become all cunt. When it was over both she and her cousin were prostrate on the floor, cum oozing from their cunts, each one defeated and yet oddly triumphant.
"Okay, bitches! On your feet and outta here. You got a taste of what you can expect if you come back."
The men threw their clothes in their faces, kicking the girls once more before retiring to one corner of the cellar to watch them dress.
"What'll we say to your mom?" Wendy asked nervously, feeling suddenly fatigued.
"Nothing," Darlene answered, a curious smile on her face. "You don't want to spoil this good thing, do you?"
Wendy thought about it. Darlene was right. Her aunt had discovered these men, and accidentally led the girls to them.
"You get goin'. And if you come back, expect the same treatment," Harry said.
The girls finished dressing and Wendy walked ahead of Darlene, ascending the stairs. As Wendy and Darlene left the house and walked shakily back to their car, each girl knew she would return here. Fucking like this had been a new and pleasant discovery. Aunt Betty had opened a new world to them without even knowing it.
"I've got to come to L.A. more often," Wendy said enthusiastically to her cousin. "San Francisco is fun, but this is even better."
"Yes. It's so nice to come down here to the beach and . . . play."
Both girls smiled at the thought of playing again with the handsome men at Venice Beach.
