The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Betty is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it, and that stimulus is provided by a perverse church.
CHAINED AND CRUCIFIED MOM-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Reality is oneness."
Kathy Van Sickle whispered the words printed neatly on the black sign that stood in front of the white clapboard house before her. Several cars were parked to the side, among them her mother's blue and white 1980 Dodge. Clutching the wood handrail of the one-story building, Kathy still couldn't believe her mother was inside, was part of this terrible group she had read about in the Times two days ago. The young blonde stared at the large picture window covered by thick curtains on the inside. According to the story, this so-called church was actually a haven for deviates who enjoyed bondage, S&M, and other perversions which the girl could only guess at. Her fingernails scraping the wood, Kathy felt her cunt begin to warm, grow moist as she thought of what could possibly be going on behind those closed doors.
The article had talked about back rooms, about special areas for beating, for all sorts of sodomy, for people into leather, for ... oh, there were so many things the girl couldn't even remember, things that made her a little sick as well as intrigued some part of her.
Betty Van Sickle, her mother, belonged to that church, The Church of Gospel Ministry. That her mother had suddenly taken to religion seemed strange to her at first. After all, the family was never particularly religious. But after her father had been killed in that accident two years ago, Betty had begun to act strangely. At first Kathy had ascribed her actions to grief. She too had been greatly shocked by her father's sudden death. But then time began to heal her wounds and life returned to some semblance of normalcy. It seemed to work that way for her mother. But then lately Betty had begun to act oddly-going out at nights for church meetings, talking to church members, going to various church functions, and yet never taking her daughter to them. Then came that awful article in the Times.
Footsteps! Kathy felt a chill rush through her pussy as she let go of the banister and slipped behind several bushes that grew thickly alongside the main pathway. Another church member was coming up the walk-a man, about six-one, thickly built with a full head of dark hair and a moustache to match. He stopped just five feet in front of Kathy and looked around, casually slipping one hand into his right shirt pocket and fishing out a cigarette. Lighting it, he took a long drag, exhaling slowly, then climbed the stairs. As Kathy knelt in the dirt, her knees shaking violently, she heard the faint tinkling of the doorbell.
"Brad. Come in. The meeting's just about to start. Betty's been asking about you."
Kathy's heart nearly hit the ground. Betty! Her mother! Her mother and that man together in this hideous church. She cringed in the bushes for another minute before getting into a crouching position, turning and walking slowly along the right side of the building. Fields on either side of the old home prevented the curious stares of nosey neighbors.
"Oooooohhhh!" someone moaned.
Kathy stopped in her tracks, one hand to her heart as she heard a woman's groan once more in the night air. It was coming from the last window. She bent down a little further, leaning against the rotting boards and moving toward that window.
"Oh do it! Do it! Oh God, ohhhhhh yesss, do it to me!"
It was her mother! It was the voice of her mother! Kathy thought she was going to have a heart attack there. It was Betty, her cries halfway between pain and ecstasy! Kathy slipped a little closer to the window which had carelessly been left open. She stopped, one hand on the sill, her gaze riveted to the two-inch crack at the bottom of the pane. Bending down, the girl knew she would be able to see into the room.
"Oh don't tease ... uhhh ... don't ... don't tease me this way!"
Something in her mother's voice sent electrical shocks rushing up and down her inner thighs. It was the same tickling, burning itch she had had at times on those heavy dates when Bobby Thatcher or Ricky Dennis tried pushing their hands up her skirt. They were so clumsy it was easy to knock their hands away. Now there were no boys to make her hot. It was something else, something tugging at her, making her feel so hot down there. When she crouched down, moving her hips slightly to adjust to the sitting position, the velvety surfaces of her virgin pussy rubbed together and hot fuck juice seeped out, wetting down the nylon band stretched across her pussy. Kathy closed her eyes, digging her fingernails into her knees until that throbbing ache faded some. There, it was gone-at least for awhile. Clutching onto the sill, Kathy blinked her eyes clear and peered into the small bedroom.
She caught herself, putting two fingers to her lips to fight down a cry of shock. The room was bare, the walls painted a baby blue with white trim. Pushed to one side and in front of the window was a large double bed-the old-fashioned type with an iron headboard and footboard. And stretched on that old mattress, her hands roped together and tied to one of the several iron decorations behind her, was Betty Van Sickle!
"God, God, don't ... oh don't do this to me any more!" Betty was apparently going out of her mind, her knees half raising, then flopping down to the mattress again while her ankles beat against the bed.
Her face was a bloated, twisted mask of lust while her blonde hair splashed in tangles over her throat. In front of her was a young man of about twenty-two. He had blond hair that fell over his shoulders. From his arm movements, Kathy could see he was jerking off, playing with his prick while her mother looked on.
"You really want this bad, huh, Betty? You want it shoved in you, pumpin' in and out till you go nuts?" the young man said in a cracked voice.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
Kathy felt a rush of shame redden her cheeks at her mother's gasped reply.
"You ain't gonna get it. I just came in here to warm you up, baby," the young boy said, letting go of his prick and rubbing his fingers up and down Betty's firm white thighs. The woman groaned, a look of intense pain rippling over her face while her fingers curled into the iron headboard.
"Yeah, you're real hot today," he sighed, rubbing his fingers on either side of her cunt.
Kathy groaned, clawing at the sill as she watched her mother's thighs tighten, the tendons rubbing against the sweaty flesh while the cords stood out against her throat. Betty was going wild, digging her fingernails into her palms, tossing her head from side to side while that teasing rubbing continued. The room was filled with her wild sounds of frustration and the steady metallic squeaking of that old iron bed.
"You're gonna get it from the master, baby. From somebody who knows just what a hot bitch like you wants."
"No! No! Don't want to ... to wait! Can't ... oh please...."
Kathy thought she would die right there. She could feel her knees sinking into the soft black dirt bordering the house. In the distance a dog was barking. Still the girl crouched there under the window, watching her mother toss in heat.
"Mmmmm ... gonna suck me some muff first," the man said.
Kathy's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in another lungful of air. That man was pushing her mother's thighs apart, his fingers pressing into Betty's legs while he rocked forward from his squatting position. His hair touched the woman's thighs while his ass angled up. Kathy could see his balls-big leathery ones hanging from between his thick-muscled legs, covered with a fine coating of blond hair. And then she watched as his head dropped down to her mother's pussy.
She was watching him suck her mother's cunt! Closing her eyes, resting her chin against the sill, Kathy swallowed hard, feeling her clit burning like a glowing jewel as her mother's agonized cries filled the air. Betty was having her pussy sucked, and her daughter crouched only a few feet away, watching in fascinated horror.
"Mmmmmmm, good fuckin' pussy, man, good and hot and tight! Yeah, good to have my tongue workin' around on it," the man muttered, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
He dropped his head once more, holding her knees apart in spite of the attempts Betty made to close them. She was arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the crushed pillow behind her while the balls of her feet struck that stud again and again. And all the time she was tugging at the ropes binding her wrists to the iron headboard, screaming the walls down, begging for more, begging for him to fuck her!
"My God!" Kathy whispered, feeling she couldn't stand watching any more, yet unable to tear her eyes away from the scene.
Just at that point the door cracked open. The young man stopped his cunt eating, backing off and standing up at the foot of the bed. As he half turned to the left, Kathy was able to see his prick! She nearly let out a gasp of surprise as her eyes took in what appeared to be at least nine inches of throbbing prickmeat, capped by a meaty purple cap. Her mother was going to have something like that shoved into her? Again the teen closed her eyes, mentally measuring the distance of nine inches from her own pussy up to her belly! Something that big would take her over completely! It would be like having a spear impaling her body! Again she shivered with something between fear and excitement.
"Okay, Jack. It's my turn for this bitch!" the newcomer said.
The man called Jack smiled, bent down and picked up his few clothes which were strewn to one side of the bed. She had seen the other man entering the house!
Betty rolled her head to one side, looked up at the man, then tensed, her eyes widening, then darting back to the young blond leaving the room. "No, no, you can't leave me alone here with him!"
"Sorry, babes, you're his for the night," Jack said, saluting the woman mockingly, then stepping behind Brad and walking from the room.
"Could hear you down the fuckin' hall," Brad said in a low voice, kicking the door shut and locking it. He began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, gradually revealing a hairy chest that made Kathy gasp. None of the boys she knew at school could boast of a body like that, none of them!
"Oh please, don't ... don't hurt me," Betty said in a small voice. Her mother was obviously afraid of this man, of what he would do to her. The girl thought back to that horrible article she had read and shuddered. S&M.
Beatings! Whips! The reporter had written in some detail about what went on here. Was this going to happen to her mother, right in front of her very eyes?
"That's what you want, baby. That's why you came here in the first place. So don't give me no shit," Brad growled, slipping the shirt from his shoulders and scratching his firm pecs.
"No, but not the way you do it ... oh God!"
There was a tall bureau to the left of the big bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room. Brad sat on one end of the bed, slipping off his black leather engineering boots, pausing with his left boot in both hands after having kicked off the right.
"Here's something for you to suck while I get ready," Brad said, pulling off the boot, then pressing the sole against Betty's face.
Kathy tightened her grip on the sill, watching as Brad rubbed that filthy boot up and down over her mother's face, pressing the heel hard against Betty's chin. Her mother made choking, gagging cries that turned her stomach. And all the while the big man was laughing at her mother's distress!
"Suck it, bitch, come on, lick that leather, move that tongue up and down," he snarled, pressing the boot harder against the woman's face.
Betty let out another moan, trying to twist her head to the left, then to the right. But there was nowhere she could move without that boot pressing against her lips. She could taste the dirt mixing with her saliva into a kind of sickening mud bubbling between her lips as she kicked back with her heels, the bed squeaking and groaning under her asscheeks.
"Yeah, lick it up," he said, hitting the woman against the chin, then throwing the boot to one side of the bed.
Betty spat out the filthy mixture from her mouth, sucking in choked lungfuls of air as Brad stood up and walked to the dresser. Kathy could see the front of his jeans tenting up and knew instantly he was wearing no shorts. From his size she could only imagine the cock he was sporting and let out a shivery moan. Size of his prick! What on earth was she turning into? Crouched there beneath the window, Kathy found herself thinking thoughts that she had been told were bad. And who had told her that? Her mother, the woman rutting like a wild animal in heat in front of her!
Brad searched through the top drawer, pulling out several lengths of rope.
"This'll do for a start, baby."
He was holding onto a four-foot length of half-inch line, twisting the ends around his vein-knotted knuckles. Betty was staring wide-eyed at him, her legs moving against the squeaking mattress while her wrists turned in their bonds. Her mouth half opened, letting out a rush of air as he knelt on the sagging bed and draped the rope around her right tit.
Betty watched, making small gaspy cries as Brad looped the line around her tit, tightening it more and more until the red nipple stood up like a little finger. The blonde squirmed, pushing her head back once more into the pillow and letting out a soft groan as the rope tightened yet another inch.
Kathy moaned along with her mother, putting one hand up to her left tit and squeezing through the material of her blouse. She felt her nipple get hard and itchy, scratching against the garment.
"Now for the other one." Brad produced a second length of line, leaving the first length of rope draped over her legs for the moment. Betty cried out again, looking at him and begging as Brad roped the left tit and squeezed the line against her flesh.
"Yeahhhhh," he sighed, watching as the tiny nub sprang up from the surrounding tit flesh.
Betty wallowed her shoulders against the mattress, her eyes closed, a pulse leaping at her throat as the big stud took both lines in his hands and drew them up over her head. Kathy watched in amazement as her mother's high-riding tits pulled back, then raised from her chest as the tension on the ropes increased. Slowly they moved up until they were sticking straight up from her body, the nipples an angry purple. Betty let out another groan, her heels banging against the mattress.
Brad looped the free ends of both lines around the iron headboard, affixing them to the tope binding the woman's wrists. Betty rolled her eyes back, looking at the lines holding her prisoner.
"Oh, oh, oh don't ... don't hurt me like this!" she cried in a strained voice.
"It's just the start, baby."
Reaching into his pockets, Brad pulled out what appeared to be two earrings. Apparently her mother knew what they were. Betty eyed the devices, then threw her head back and screamed the walls down, her cheeks and forehead growing red.
"No! No! No! Oh God, no, no, he's going to kill me! God in heaven, he's going to kill me!" Betty screamed like a madwoman.
For one terrible moment Kathy thought she should rush from the bushes and run to the nearest phone to dial the police. But there was something in her mother's voice that kept the girl in the bushes. For all the horror in Betty's cries there was something that told the hidden teen her mother was secretly enjoying this. Yes, Betty was gasping and begging Brad to stop-and secretly wishing he wouldn't.
Brad knew it too. Taking out the clamps, he examined them slowly, turning them over in his fingers, making sure Betty could see them well from her prone position. Then, unscrewing one, he reached down, touching one stretched-out nipple with the cold metal. Immediately the frantic blonde cringed away, her forehead becoming dotted with beads of cold sweat.
"Yeah, we're gonna have lots of fun tonight ... more than before," Brad grunted.
Rustling around in the bushes outside the window, Kathy braced herself against the window, giving herself over to the strange hot feelings scorching her veins. Yes, she was hoping they would have their fun, for, to her shame and confusion and yet secret delight, she was having her fun as well.
CHAPTER TWO
Betty let out another cry, beating her naked legs against the bed while the clamps jiggled on her rubbery nipples. Brad kept screwing them, tightening the metal around the nubs until Betty was seeing stars. Her hands pulled and jerked at the ropes binding her wrists to the iron headboard. But every attempt at freedom pulled at her bound tits, the ropes strangling her tits. The woman gasped and moaned, her face a mask of fear as Brad gave the screws a final twist then stepped back. "Oh no, no, no!"
"Oh my God, No!" Kathy echoed in a whisper, her knees shaking once more. It was hideous, watching her mother go through all this. That strange man was tying her up in all sorts of weird ways. And those clamps! She had never seen something like that before in her life! They were so heavy, falling to either side of her mother's tits, distending the dark red nipples, pinching them while her mother thrashed this way and that. When she adjusted her sitting position a little better, Kathy could see something that shocked her even more. There was something unsettling about seeing her mother's fuzzy blonde pussy getting so wet like that! She could see the glistening of the juices against her mother's cunt and thigh flesh! Kathy swallowed, feeling a tightness strangling her throat. She wanted to look away, to tear her gaze away from the scene yet again. But the girl kept on staring, watching with growing amazement as her mother thrashed and writhed with heated delight under this savage man's hands.
"You Goddamned slut! Stupid bitch!" Brad howled at Betty.
Kathy jumped at the words, covering her ears and letting out a gasp of horror. Never had she heard her mother being called such names! Again the girl blushed furiously as she heard her mother moan.
"Oh, stop this! I'm not ... not all those things," Betty stammered, blinking away the tears.
"Then what the fuck are you doing here, baby? Only sluts and whores come through here wantin' a little action," Brad sneered, reaching down and unbuckling the black leather belt threaded through his pant loops.
Betty's eyes widened once more as she knew what he was about to do.
"No! Oh not the belt!" she whispered, drawing her knees together while twisting her cunt away from him. "Please, not that!"
Brad only chuckled, taking the buckle with one hand and pulling the leather completely from his pants. Kathy watched the big stud loop his belt, then tap it slowly, rhythmically against his left thigh. Betty was perspiring heavily, her body now glistening under the harsh overhead bare light bulb. Her wrists twisted against the ropes while her muscles and tendons bulged against her arms. Her eyes were wide, her gaze was fastened on the leather belt now hanging threateningly over his head. Betty made a whimpering sound in her throat.
Brad's arms tightened, the looped belt jiggling in his fingers. Then it came down in a broad arc, cutting through the air with a hissing sound. Betty's body tensed, one leg folding over the other while she let out a wail. The wail turned to a shriek of pain as the leather snapped into her flesh, biting the area just below her right lower rib.
Betty's eyes closed tight, her mouth opening and letting out scream after frantic scream! Her body jerked to the right, her spine arching while her head snapped from side to side.
Kathy clapped both hands over her ears, letting out a moan as she heard her mother sobbing for Brad to stop. Opening her eyes again, she saw Betty still writhing on the bed, a long red mark appearing.
In another moment, Brad was poised to strike again, standing to one side of the bed, trailing the looped end of the belt over Betty's tits. The woman flinched, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow, her belly shivering and contracting at the light touch of the leather. Brad liked that. He enjoyed watching this attractive blonde cringing under the threatening touch of his belt. He moved it up, hefting first one tit, then the other with that instrument of torment.
He moved more quickly than before, taking advantage of her momentary relaxation. Snapping the belt out full length, Brad slammed the belt down hard over the full width of her belly. Betty's eyes rounded, her nostrils flaring while a rush of air came from between her lips. The rush of air came without sound as the branding, burning agony of that last blow seared her mind and soul.
The mindless shrieks finally came. Her belly ballooned out, then caved in as the woman's cries echoed off the blue bedroom walls. How her stomach burned along with that spot just below her ribs where Brad had struck her first. And still he had that belt. Still he was swinging it like a hangman's noose over his head, smiling strangely, watching her reaction of horror and pain.
"Oh, why are you doing this to me? Oh my God, Brad, you're really hurting me! This is really painful," Betty sobbed, blinking away the hot tears that had begun to streak her flushed cheeks.
"That's what you came here for, Sister Betty," he sneered, looking around at the bare bedroom. "You joined the church for a reason, baby, and that's that." Brad continued swinging the belt in front of her eyes, caressing one of her cheeks with the leather.
Betty shivered, closing her eyes yet again and letting out a low moan.
Kathy, meanwhile, was feeling funny down between her legs. The more she watched her mother abused, the more she watched that man beating her, the hotter she became!
There had been plenty of stories she and her friends had giggled about, stories about guys who liked to beat up on girls and girls who liked that kind of thing. But those were only stories to scare one another with. No one really believed them. They were phony, right?
Blinking the tears from her eyes and peering yet again into the bedroom, Kathy knew now they weren't. She sighed, resting her chin once more against the sill after checking around to make certain no one was nearby. The immediate area was still deserted. A car or two drove by, one parking in the lot and its occupants walking up to the door. Apparently that story in the Times had done little to stop the business of this church. There were no police, no raids, nothing but the muted sounds of her mother rutting under the leather beating of that stranger.
Kathy could feel the subtle pressure of the nylon crotch band against her pussy now, the soft wet material rubbing against her feathery cuntlips.
"Why am I feeling this?" the girl whispered, turning her eyes away from her mother for a moment and staring into the empty field behind her. There was another moan of delight, of pain, quickly followed by the dry smacking sound of leather against flesh. Kathy rubbed her upper arms briskly with her fingers, knowing she would never call the police now. Her mother was enjoying this immensely in spite of her cries to the opposite. Kathy could see her mother's red cuntlips through her blonde pussy hairs, could see fuck juices flowing hotter and faster, streaking her white thighs.
The girl felt the sheer nylon of her panties being pressed up between the puffy lips of her cunt. Why were her shoulders shaking so? And that swelling ball of heat in her belly! The girl was panting like some damned animal while her mother was being tortured on that squeaking bed! Frantically Kathy held onto the wall, feeling the silken material of her briefs quickly soak through. Oh, she could feel the nylon much better now that it was wet, so very, very wet!
"This is horrible," Kathy whispered, once more trying to extricate herself from the bushes and leave this place. But the girl knew she would have to stay until the end, until her mother reached climax with this savage, beautiful animal.
Another blow, this time across the left thigh, the beveled portion of the belt nearly burning her cuntlips. Betty jerked both legs out, her tits bouncing as best they could under that bound condition. Brad laughed, striking her other thigh, then alternately smacking them lightly with the belt, watching the woman grow frantic under the fear of him hitting her cunt.
"I wouldn't hit that thing, would I baby? I mean, why would I ruin something as pretty as that little pussy?" he cooed, rubbing her pussy hairs with his left hand.
Betty sucked in a lungful of air and held it, raising her head and peering over her ropestrangled tits at her cunt. Then, turning his hand over, the young man suddenly grabbed a fistful of Betty's pussy hairs, tugging up, trying to snatch them out.
"Yagggghghhhhh!"
Betty's face reddened. It was as if someone had dumped a hundred burning coals onto her pussy. Her body jerked and bounced against the mattress while she arched her back and kicked up at the man. Oh God, he was going to tear her apart with his bare hands! She could feel the strands tearing from her cunt now, the hairs pulling away while her screams became more savage.
Brad let go, doubling the belt once more and striking hard against the right side of her head. Her cries changed, became more shrill as her skull snapped to one side. Another blow and Betty choked on a stifled shriek. Saliva bubbled from the corners of her mouth. The woman licked the spit from her lips, trying to fight down the pain that ran from her belly down to her ravaged cunt.
"Oh God ... you bastard! You're doing this to me, killing me! You Goddamned bastard!" she moaned, looking up at Brad and spitting at him.
"Keep it up, bitch! You and your kind don't wanna play these kinda games once the going gets rough. You just wanna fuck around. Well, baby," Brad said, chuckling and still sneering down at the bound woman, "I ain't gonna be playin' no silly game. I play for keeps-and I get the feelin' you do too."
"No, no!" she spat back, twisting her head away from him.
Brad silenced her with a savage blow across her right nipple. Betty screamed, her legs jerking up toward her belly. The pain went on and on. She felt like salt had been rubbed in some terrible festering wound. He struck the belt once more against her tit tip, making the woman grind her teeth and cry out with another shrill scream.
Kathy jumped each time her mother let out a howl, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Brad was really working on her. His bare back was to the terrified teen, but she knew what was going on. She watched as his arm cocked back like some horrible trigger, the belt dangling back along his lower arm.
And then he snapped it forward. There was another smacking sound, and then the cry of her roped and bound mother, followed by the banging sound of that headboard against the wall. Hugging her body hard, Kathy sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard. Something inside her, something she couldn't quite yet understand, was envying her mother. As horrible as that thought was, Kathy couldn't ignore it! As her mother screamed and twisted like mad in front of her under all those horrible belting blows, Kathy knew she wanted to be there, to be tied up to that bed and whipped by that heavy-pricked stranger.
Brad slashed the belt once more across Betty's face, the leather burning her left cheek. She screamed about being disfigured, bringing yet another cruel laugh from Brad. He lashed out another time, drawing the leather over her sternum, then on over to her tits. The woman writhed with pain from the blows, feeling her cunt grow yet more fiery under the belt.
"Hot bitch," he growled, smacking his lips.
"You ... you animal," Betty whispered, shaking the perspiration from her face while tugging yet again at the ropes.
"Animal, huh? And what the fuck you think you're doing, baby, ruttin' like this in front of me? Fuck, I seen bitches in the kennels less hot than you, baby." Brad grabbed hold of her pussy once more and tugged up at her cunt hairs.
Betty screamed, arching her back while pushing her head into the pillow. Brad kept tugging up, twisting her hairs, threatening to snatch her cunt bald. Then he let go, dropping the belt and slipping his fingers around the top button of his Levi's.
"You been waitin' for this, haven't you, Sister Betty? The other guy was in here for a warm-up. But you been waitin' for old Brad and his magic cock," he whispered, opening his Levi's.
Kathy pressed her nose against the dirty window pane, feeling her heart beating a thousand times faster than before. She had been waiting all this time for his cock, crouching there in the dirt, listening to her mother's cries, watching her mother twist in her bonds while that savage beat her. And now she was going to get her reward, going to see what her mother had been getting all along at this church.
Betty's eyes were wide, her tits rising and falling mightily as Brad's jeans halved. He was turned profile to the window. Kathy found herself putting one hand to her right tit, squeezing, feeling the material scratching against her aroused nipple as slivers of incredible chilly heat sliced through her aroused pussy. This would be the very first time she would see a man's prick. She had seen all sorts of pictures of men with hard cocks. But this would be the first live one! She held her breath as Brad unfastened the last button, pulling open his Levi's then begin sliding them down his thighs.
Kathy nearly jumped out of her skin. She had never seen something that big, that fat, that ... oh, it was so hard for her to believe something that big was hanging from between a man's legs. She saw her mother's eyes round, her forehead wrinkle while her lips parted in mute admiration.
"Like it, eh baby? You like havin' somethin' like this shoved into you? You dig havin' this hunk of meat squeezin' down between your legs and into that hot juicy cunt, right?"
The words were sick, perverted, but accurate. Betty tried to deny them, tried to shake them off. But Brad was telling the truth. She kept panting heavily, the fire down between her thighs growing fiercer, more concentrated. She could feel her clit rising. All her muscles tensed, the big ones in her ass cramping from the excitement as Brad stepped from his Levi's and kicked them over toward the bureau.
Kathy groaned, closing her eyes until a particularly powerful ripple of sexual thrill passed through her young cunt. Every square inch of her body was alive now. She could feel the rub of her dress, the touch of her bra, that magic sliding sensation of her soaked panties against her pussylips. She seemed better able to hear her mother's cries and Brad's growling. He was holding his prick with one hand, milking his cock tauntingly in front of her sex-crazed mother.
"It's gonna feel real good goin' into you, baby. You're gonna dig havin' this meat slidin' up your pussy."
He was walking toward Betty now. Kathy saw the rhythmic movements of his hairy asscheeks. Then in a moment he was kneeling on the bed, knocking her mother's legs apart, crawling between them.
He was chewing on her mother's cunt, mouthing that pussy the way the other man had. But there was something different, something sexier about the way Brad was doing it that made Kathy nearly faint. She could almost feel the big man's lips sliding over her own pussy, his tongue tickling her clit, then curling and stiffening and going into her cunt. Yes, she would give anything to be spread out there before him, even giving up her cherry to his tongue, to his cock!
"Fuck me!" Betty begged.
Brad was making muted sucking sounds between her legs, his hands holding her cunt open while his tongue tickled her clit again and again. Betty threw back her head, feeling as if she were tumbling head over heels into some black abyss. His tongue was scouring her cunt, scraping along the insides of her pussy, touching all the slick, sensitive bumps and hollows.
Tonight two men had licked her pussy, and it was so marvelous, so wonderful. And there was more to come. There would be more when he stuck that prick in her!
"Gonna rip you open with this thing, baby. You ain't gonna be able to walk when I get through."
Betty and Kathy both gasped as Brad pulled back and readied himself for a fuck. Again Kathy shivered, wishing with all her might that she could be her own mother just for the next few moments!
CHAPTER THREE
"Animal! Oh God, you animal!" Betty cried again and again, her head snapping from left to right, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead.
She tensed her thigh and asscheek muscles, feeling the hot, spongy head of his cock bouncing along her cunt, then pushing up against her pussylips. The tiny muscles spasmed, shut tight for a moment, then finally relaxed when the woman felt him rubbing his prick against her clit. That did it! That touch, that wonderful hot, itchy touch of his cock against her clit did it!
His cock was going in, actually going in! Betty had seen him several times at this church, had listened to the minister talking about sexual freedom, about the various things they did here. But it had taken Betty this long to become an active member in the church. And all the while, as she sat in the conference rooms in the house, she had eyed Brad. Time and time again the woman had tried to ignore him as he returned her stares. Betty gradually lost her inhibitions. Those lectures began having their effects on her, the woman stared more longingly at Brad. And finally came the moment when she had let it be known that she wanted him as her partner.
"Yeahhhh, bitch. Come on, Sister Betty, come on, move it, move it for ol' Brad," he said, slapping her taut ass again and again while fucking his cock into her hungry hot cunt.
Kathy couldn't believe again this was happening! Her mother, her own mother was doing this, fucking a complete stranger in this hideous little church. And all the while she was trussed up in that horrible position, the ropes twisting against her wrists and that clattering headboard.
"Ohhhhh, mother," Kathy groaned, feeling another fiery shiver threaten to knock her over the edge into her own world of climax. "Ohhhhh ... you don't know what you're doing to me!"
Brad grunted, fucking forward with his muscular, hairy ass. His prickhead worked inside, forcing her cuntlips apart. They sprang back, then slipped together tightly around the back flanges of his cock. As his prickhead slipped in, the woman felt her cunt walls spasm, milking, gumming the vein-ribbed sides of his cock. It had been so long, so very long since she had been fucked. She was having a kind of itchy spasm along the full length of her cunt sheath. It was so good, so very, very good feeling this!
"Fuck, fuck...." Betty chanted.
Brad hunched in a little more, twisting his body around so the woman could feel his cock working around the tight hot cunt passage. His spongy cockhead fucked deeper, more and more juice gurgling out of the hole and wetting down her thighs. Betty whispered out another moan as she felt her pussy being stretched more and more to take his massive prick.
"Take it, take my cock," Brad whispered, biting her ear lobe.
"Cock," Betty repeated in a choked cry, tugging madly at the ropes holding her arms back.
"Cock," Kathy whispered, her hands rubbing over her thighs. If only she could touch herself, rub her fingers over her cunt. Yes, that would be heaven, would be just like it was sometimes in her bedroom when she thought about guys and got excited. But then the girl worried about someone finding her. At least this way she would be able to hide, run away if she had to. With her panties down and skirt up escape would be more difficult, if not impossible. How could she explain to her mother she had been watching her all this time? The thought of that kind of revelation made her flush red.
Brad was halfway in now, starting to draw back while moving his hands up to Betty's tits and squeezing them. The pressure plus the agonizing pull of the rings against her nipples made the woman cry out in pain. She moved her hips from side to side, feeling the tug of his prick against her pussy walls.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the way I dig it ... that's the way I really dig it," he whispered, milking her tits, tugging at the rings and watching them distend the red nipples even more. He was still withdrawing his prick, watching Betty's face convulse with a riot of emotion. Then he stopped, his cockhead the only thing embedded in the wild woman's pussy.
Betty was making strange strangled grunting sounds deep in her throat. She clawed her fingers against the ropes behind her, digging her fingernails into her palms. Again her cries bounced off the bare walls of the bedroom. And then he began pulling all the way out!
"Noooo!" Betty cried.
Betty felt her cunt muscles spasming once more, clasping tightly on the withdrawing cockhead. She wanted that full feeling in her belly, that sensation of his prick filling her up, making her stomach swell as if she were pregnant once more! But Brad has his own ideas, holding his prick out from her cunt, watching her pussylips actually convulse, then fold over one another!
And then he was on top of her tits, sucking her screwed, tormented nipples, tugging on the nubs until Betty was writhing in horror and pain. He bobbed his head from one tit to the other, sucking first on one nipple, then taking in the other. Then, bending back, Brad moved his fingers through her pussy bush once more, finding her clit, then taking it between one thumb and forefinger and pinching hard until the woman screamed. Oh God, God, it was as if he were spearing her with a knife right between her legs!
"Noooooo!" Betty screamed.
"Just a break, Sister Betty, something to let you know who the fuck's boss around here!"
He was back on top of her, flinging himself down full length and squeezing her tits again in his hands while fucking his cock blindly at her juicy pussy hole.
"Ohhhhhh!" the woman gasped, feeling sensations she couldn't believe were real.
Brad was kissing her like a brutish animal. There was no love, no romance, no flowers and music. There was only lust-brutish, animal lust raging in both of them.
She felt his tongue scraping along her lips, pressing in against her teeth. She could taste her own cunt juices in his mouth, could smell them on his cheeks. It was an aphrodisiac, something that turned her on terribly as he glued his mouth to hers and started sticking his tongue down her throat.
His teeth scraped against hers, his tongue wagging down over hers, down to her tonsils, his spit seeping into her throat while his prick was still making those blind fuck-motions at her pussy. How she wanted to be filled with that cock. His hands were squeezing those horrible clips hard against her nipples, twisting them around and around until she screamed several times into his mouth from the agony.
Kathy thought she would go mad right there beneath the window. She was breathing heavily, wishing she could take off her clothes but not daring to. The sounds of her mother going mad were almost too much for her to stand. How she wanted to feel Brad's hands on her tits, to feel Brad's cock rubbing against her pussy. Bracing herself against the wall, the blonde teen watched as Brad's ass began to rise and fall rhythmically. Yes he had found her mother's cunt again. He was fucking her steadily, the wet, sucking sound of his prick fucking Betty's cunt hole reminding Kathy of the sound a stick makes in wet mud.
"Uhhhhhh...." Betty gasped, feeling her body being divided into two separate halves the long way by that fucking cock.
The pressure seemed to be growing more and more inside her until she thought she would faint from the incredible feeling. Brad's prick seemed to be growing, actually ballooning out inside her, forcing out her pussy walls while his balls slapped again and again against her asscheeks. It was as if someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her. His cock felt so long, so hard, so thick! Surely something that big couldn't stay in her for so long without causing some kind of permanent damage.
Brad let out a muffled cry, then jabbed his tongue even deeper into Betty's mouth. It was a scene of madness, of sexual excess to the highest degree as Betty's white body thrashed and writhed under Brad's.
Betty felt another series of strangling convulsions race through her pussy, her cunt walls sucking hard at his fucking prick. Her asscheeks tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, bouncing against the groaning mattress while her mind spun about in this wild, mindless fucking spree.
She felt totally pierced, nailed to the bed by this prick, crucified on the cross of total degradation in the name of total pleasure. His hot cock made her cry out again and again into Brad's sucking mouth. She wanted to cum, needed to cum in order to quench the holy flames that had been fanned in her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh God ... cum, cum," the woman gasped as Brad pulled away for air.
Easing back a little, the stud flexed his ass and sent his prick fucking back into her like a spring-driven knife blade. As his cock fucked into her cunt, the woman thought she had finally reached that moment of madness, that period of insanity when she would tumble off the edge into the land of climax.
Betty was wrong.
"Nooooo!" she screamed in frustration.
He was holding her back purposely, playing her like a finely tuned piano, keeping her just below that level where she would climax. The woman thrashed and writhed madly under him, stretching, trying to get to that point where wild sensations of climactic fury would burn through her body.
But Brad kept her down, pressed to the bed while fucking his cock more slowly into her cunt. Betty gurgled and gasped with a mixture of pain and passion, arousing the animal in him all the more.
"More ... more!" Betty gasped frantically.
"Goddamned greedy bitch," Brad said, pulling up for a moment and backhanding the frantic woman. "You have to learn, Sister Betty."
Betty didn't care. She could feel little at the moment except the rush of blood in her temples caused by the heat between her splayed thighs. The slap, in fact, increased the tension in her cunt. As he started fucking his prick faster and more furiously into her cunt, Brad wanted to unload his balls now, while Betty was climbing the walls, begging him to bring her off.
"Cummmmm!" Brad yelled.
"Cummmmm," Kathy whispered, rubbing her thighs together, the added weight of her plump asscheeks making the rubbing her cuntlips against her clit all that more exciting.
Betty was very aware of Brad's big hands gripping her asscheeks now. He was positioning her, angling her ass upward while fucking into her cunt more savagely. The woman could smell herself, could smell the odor of Brad's perspiration. How his hard prick drove into her heated fuckhole while his hands lifted her ass higher into the air.
Betty pulled and twisted her wrists, feeling the ropes cutting into her flesh, cutting off the circulation to her fingers. Nothing in the whole world could have matched the fury burning through her mind and soul now.
"Huhhhhrr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" she moaned mindlessly.
The bed creaked and groaned now, the headboard slapping madly against the wall until small hairline cracks appeared in the plaster. Betty gasped as his fingers crawled all over her asscheeks, thrilling to the building pressure.
Brad fucked his pounding, blood-bloated prick into her convulsing fuck tunnel. He was making her whimper and gasp with murmurs of a pleasure she had never thought possible.
"Fuck me! Oh God, in heaven, fuck me!" the woman shrieked.
She could almost feel her bones cracking under the merciless pounding. And still she couldn't cum!
"Fuck it out, bitch!"
"Ohhhhhhh yes, yes, now!"
Betty couldn't stand much more. Her hips began a kind of wild humping, a frenzied rotation as she took his cock again and again.
Brad was grunting something in her ear. He was flexing his thighs again and again, repeatedly sliding his prick over her clit, sending out spray after spray of her fuck juice onto the bed.
Kathy felt her brain simmering as the world seemed drifting from her. She scratched and clawed at the wooden wall while her mother wailed and writhed inside.
"Cumming! Oh God, I'm ... I'm going to cum ... my God, cumming!" Betty struggled to climb his long prick again, her hips rising to meet Brad's pile-driving movements.
"Good, baby. Come on, work it on out, cum, cum on, baby," Brad grunted. "Feel the holy pleasure."
The pain of his fingers on her asscheeks, the pain of his hands on her roped tits, on her screwed nipples-all combined in a mind-blasting sensation, that white-hot moment when all sensations came together in a pinpoint of feeling. It was a moment when Betty thought she had died because the pleasure was so intense. Then came the spasms-one after another, an avalanche of wild pleasure.
She thrashed about as much as the ropes allowed her, kicking and screaming and biting while her hips writhed madly. Brad was cumming! Yes, she could feel him shooting cum into her. Spurt after squirt of jizz splashed against her cunt walls, dripping into her body. Again and again and again he exploded into her pussy, his prick jerking and jumping against her clutching cunt walls.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Betty moaned.
Kathy watched the mad dance, watched as Brad held her kicking screaming mother down while his legs jerked about. Yes, they were cumming! She could almost feel the big man's prick jerking around in her own pussy, spilling its load deep in her body. Oh, she had never wanted something so badly as she did now watching those two shamelessly thrashing on the bed.
And then Kathy's own climax came, more powerful than anything she had ever experienced in her life. It took the girl by surprise, knocking her from the wall and back into the bushes as if someone had hit her across the face with a closed fist. Crying out, then jamming her knuckles into her mouth to prevent more screams, the teen doubled up, her knees pressing against her body. Oh, it was so good-so good that it hurt terribly! Fiery chills pushed up through the pulsing, mushy heat that had plagued her for the last few moments. Jerking, twitching, Kathy rolled over onto her other side, pressing her knees now against her tits. She worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly through her nostrils, feeling the air she sucked in burning the insides of her nose and mouth.
Now Kathy could understand why her mother wanted someone like Brad so very, very much! She would have killed at this point to have a man on top of her, a man mounting her, his legs pinning hers to the ground while his prick slid up her cunt hole! The branches of the bushes clawed and scratched at her face as the frantic young teen writhed. Then came the itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking up her legs and into her cunt. Kathy bucked her body wildly, hitting her arms and legs against the roots of the nearby plants, staining her dress with grass and mud.
How long the wild sexual frenzy lasted Kathy had no idea. When she opened her eyes once more, everything was very quiet.
Her arms and back ached from the awkward position in which she had lain. Pushing aside several branches, the young girl rose, brushing herself off. Again she listened for the sounds of someone nearby. Her cunt still throbbed and pulsed, a reminder of what had happened. Slowly moving up to that window once more, she saw her mother still in bed, her arms and tits roped to the iron headboard behind her. Brad had climbed off long ago and was dressing, his prick tucked into his Levi's. Kathy felt something like disappointment. How she wanted to see his cock again!
"Well, baby, this is your first church service," Brad said, buttoning up his trousers, then sliding his flannel shirt over his broad shoulders. "You're gonna be back here a lot more, and there's a hell of a lot more to go through before you achieve total release, Sister Betty.
Betty screwed her eyes up, staring at the ropes still holding her prisoner.
"I'm so ... so ashamed," she said, dropping her gaze modestly. "My daughter...."
Kathy felt a sharp pang of guilt stab through her. She couldn't listen to anymore of this. Gathering herself up, the girl backed away from the bushes, turned and ran on tiptoes past the front entrance of the church. She kept running as if Satan Himself were pursuing her, her heart beating a mile a minute.
When she finally stopped, one hand over her heart, the girl turned around, making sure no one had followed her.
"How awful," she breathed, closing her eyes to regain her composure. How awful, yes. But how she had wanted to become part of it. Images of Brad and her mother now drifted in front of her as she made her way home, wondering how this horror story would end.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What did you say, young lady?"
Betty stiffened, setting her coffee cup down with a clatter on the saucer. She was staring angrily at her daughter across the breakfast table, her fingers tightening around the handle of the cup.
"I said ... what I do on a date is my business, Mother," Kathy said, her lower lip trembling.
It was the morning after that terrible scene she had witnessed between her mother and that man. Somehow Kathy had managed to make it home, climbing into her bed before her mother returned. She rested there in bed, staring at the ceiling as she heard her mother walking to her bedroom. What was she thinking? How could she even walk after having done all those terrible things with Brad? And what would she be like tomorrow morning at breakfast? Would she even show her face?
Those and other questions whirled around and around the young girl's mind as she tossed under the clinging covers that night. How her cunt burned even after that mind-tingling cum she had endured beneath that bedroom window!
Images of her mother fucking that stud, her hands tied back, her tits roped, her legs beating against the bed, then against Brad's thighs, flashed in her mind, joining other images. How would it feel to have a man like that fucking her, touching and sucking her cunt and tits?
There were times during the night that the confused teen thought she could feel Brad crawling on top of her, could feel his fat cock squeezing into her cunt, pressing against her cherry. The feel of the ropes against her flesh, the smacking of the belt, the hideous, wonderful mocking in his eyes-everything made the girl shiver with that awful chilly heat as the night slowly turned into dawn.
"It's mine, too, young lady," Betty countered, tilting her chin arrogantly. She hadn't intended the conversation to take this ugly turn. But her sexual encounter last night with Brad had made her more than casually conscious of sexual activity in general. "I'm your mother, and I'm here to help you with things, things like that."
Kathy squirmed in her seat, feeling the fatigue from last night's poor sleep draping over her like a heavy coverlet. She twisted the napkin in her fingers, biting her lower lip, not wanting to say what was begging to be said.
"Nothing happens on a date, mother. I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl," Kathy whispered, lowering her eyes and kicking her feet against the kitchen table legs.
"I know that," Betty sighed, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and dropping her voice to a conciliatory tone. "It's just that ... well, so many things happen out there a young girl's just not prepared to handle. We haven't really talked lately, dear. And I just feel it's time...."
"Maybe it's because of that church you've been going to," Kathy blurted, reddening.
"Oh!" Betty jumped, feeling an accusing finger pointing at her.
She nearly dropped the coffee cup back onto the table at those words. Collecting herself as best she could, Betty raised her gaze and stared at Kathy. The girl looked flushed. Did she know anything? No, that was impossible! Betty had been sure to keep her ... her church activities quite well hidden. Calming down once more, she patted her hair smooth on the back of her head, feeling a little ripple, of electric excitement rushing up and down her inner thighs. Just that apparently innocent mention of the church made Betty shudder with the thought of Brad and what emotions he had aroused last night. It had been the first time, the very first time she had done something that exotic. And, to her shame, she had loved it! Remembering the chafing ropes around her wrists, Betty tugged at her nightgown sleeves, realizing Kathy was observing her every movement.
"I don't see where this conversation is helping either of us, mother. If you think I've been sleeping around town, why don't you come right out and say it?" Kathy said, pursing her lips up tightly.
"That's not fair, Kathy And I don't think something like that. Oh, let's talk about it another day," Betty said, cradling her head in her hands.
"Undoubtedly, you're tired, Mother," Kathy said stiffly, feeling as if she were making an exit from a play.
Ignoring her mother's questioning look, Kathy pushed back her chair, dabbed her lips with her napkin and rose from the table, not daring to look at her mother. She rushed from the kitchen, feeling her heart beating so fast she thought she would faint. It was just like last night as she had peered through the window and watched that horrible scene. Well, today she was going to find out about that church herself. The thought of her mother going back to that place again drove her wild. Kathy knew she was too young for those sort of clubs ... the kind of clubs perverts like her mother and Brad attended, but she had to see the place for herself. Maybe during the day no one would be there and she would have a better chance of sneaking in and having a look. Kathy was determined to find out more about this "religious" organization her mother had joined.
Time passed slowly that day. Several of her friends had called around eleven to see if she wanted to go swimming at the community pool near the mall. It was summer vacation, and they had only four more weeks of it. Kathy begged off, pleading a headache. The girl watched as her mother dressed and announced she was going shopping.
"I'll be back later this afternoon, Kathy," Betty said, standing before the hall mirror and patting her hair. "Are you certain you don't want to come with me?"
Kathy was slouching on the living room sofa, thumbing through a fashion magazine. She peered up briefly from the pages and shook her head from side to side, rubbing her bare feet together and resettling comfortably on the large cushions.
"Very well," Betty sighed, straightening her dress, then stepping from the house.
Letting out a long sigh through her teeth, Kathy dropped the magazine down, rushed to the front window and watched her mother back out the car. Her heart was beating so wildly. There was still time to call this off. She could run outside and join her mother for another mindless day of rifling through clothes at the local mall. But no. She felt her cunt itching, a strange kind of heat building between her legs once more.
Her flesh was alive, her nipples so very, very sensitive as she thought about that hideous place and what her mother had done there. Of course she wouldn't be doing the same thing. There probably wouldn't be anyone around this early. But Kathy was determined to see inside that perverse church, even if she had to break in to do it.
Satisfied her mother wasn't returning, the young teen slipped on her sandals, turned off the television and slipped out the door. The church was only one mile away, one short mile. How convenient, she thought, for mother, her lips curling into a sardonic smile as she walked down the tree-shaded street. A rising breeze blew her silky mane of hair back across her shoulder blades. She straightened her spine so her tits stood out all the more. She liked that feeling, liked the feeling of being admired, of being desired.
The movement of her legs stirred something deep inside her. Turning the corner, Kathy paused for a moment, closing her eyes and feeling the pulsing itch of her clit against her swelling cuntlips grow even more furious than before. It was actually taking her breath away! How horrible! That church. Just the thought of the church was making her so weak, so ... vulnerable.
Mastering her weakness, the girl began walking down Glendale Boulevard, now ignoring admiring stares, thinking only of the church. In a moment she saw the street, clutched her chest and turned to the right, seeing that field, and finally the church with that strange sign in front of it. "Reality is oneness."
As she approached the one-story white building, Kathy noticed there were no cars parked around. Good. She sighed with relief, looking about her to make certain no one noticed her movements. The few homes on the street seemed deserted. No one was about. It was so odd, as if she had just slipped into some kind of time warp. Cars rushed back and forth on the boulevard only a few hundred feet away. But here there was nothing, not even the sound of a barking dog to break the silence.
Gathering her courage, Kathy slipped through the empty field to the left, threading her way through the waist-high yellow weeds to the back of the building.
She stopped just short of a gravel drive leading to a garage out back. There was a large black padlock on the door. The front, she was certain, was also locked. But ... yes, it was unbelievable, but the window through which she had spotted her mother being roped and raped was still cracked open! Again Kathy looked around, found no one nearby, then tiptoed toward the window.
"Dear God, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself, sliding her fingers under the rotting wood of the windowpane and pushing up.
At first it wouldn't give, the wood having been swollen by years of rain. But slowly, gradually, the window began to slide up. In a few moments, Kathy had created a large enough opening for her to slide through.
Wriggling back and forth on her belly after having kicked up from the ground, the girl soon found herself tumbling through the opening, landing on her hands and knees. Quickly she stood up and rushed to one side of the door, eyeing the bed she had seen her mother thrashing on so wildly the night before. No sounds. Nothing but an occasional creak as the house settled. Stretching out one hand the girl cracked the door, again stopping and listening for some sound. Nothing again.
Letting out another sigh Kathy opened the door fully, stepping into a narrow hall. Someone had left a light in the living room on. Kathy noticed the glow down the corridor. Ignoring the reception room, the young teen stepped forward, stopping at one particular door on the right. There were several doors lining the hall, "playrooms" she imagined, some more effectively decorated than the one her mother had been fucked in.
Having opened the door, the girl stood in the entranceway, stunned by what she saw. Obviously Kathy had chosen the prime room. It housed devices she had seen only in some history books, devices she was sure were used in torture.
"My God!" she gasped.
Eyes wide, the girl stepped in gingerly, her fingers pressed against her lips while she studied the various goods hanging from spikes driven into the wall. It was a medieval dungeon! That was the only way the girl could explain it to herself. The walls had been painted a dark gray, probably to imitate cinder blocks, while the floor had been laid over with a tile to simulate flagstones. The rest was unbelievable. Kathy stopped in the middle of the room, next to what she guessed was a rack. The wooden cogged wheels were ominously quiet now, but she could well imagine a woman stretched naked on the thing, her screams bouncing uselessly off the walls while some maniac like Brad turned the wheels more and more, tearing her arms from her sockets. Trailing her fingers over the gears, Kathy shivered, feeling the hair standing up on the back of her neck.
Turning her head, the girl saw other tools of the trade. Whips, harnesses of one sort or another, riding crops, rusty chains with cuffs dangling from them, a small stock with holes for the arms and legs, dildos of all sizes, rings and screws of the type she had seen on her mother's nipples that evening, and many, many other things.
The girl walked slowly across the room, her hands pressed against her mouth, her breathing labored as she thought of what these things were used for! Suddenly the girl wasn't feeling so enthusiastic about staying here. Her mother was sick. She had to be to associate with these kind of people, people who enjoyed hurting others! There was something very, very strange and wrong about this whole set-up. In the room there was even a cross with chairs attached to it.
"What should I do? Oh my God, what should I do?" Kathy whispered through her trembling fingers, eyeing once more the devices of unholy torment hanging around her.
The girl's reverie was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Someone was coming in. The girl froze, her flesh crawling as footsteps creaked down the hall. There was no time to get back to the rear room and slip through the window. Coming to her senses, Kathy backed away, hiding to the right of a large green metal file cabinet next to the door. Holding her breath, Kathy waited.
The footsteps stopped just short of the doorway, Did he know someone else was here? She could hear his breathing. Would he check the rooms? Kathy felt her chest tighten while her mouth became dry as cotton. For what seemed an eternity the man did nothing. Then she heard the footsteps pick up again, the sounds of his boots shuffling over the corridor floor. He was moving to the back room, obviously to check out the window. Kathy pressed her spine and ass harder against the wall, her knees trembling, knocking violently together while perspiration dampened her shorts and halter. The footsteps stopped again.
"Who the fuck's here?"
The voice was deep. Kathy started shaking even more.
"I said, who the fuck's here?"
Brad! Yes, she would recognize that voice anywhere! He was here for some reason, and there she was, trapped in this hideous church with her mother's partner in unholy bondage. He paused at the doorway of that rear room, pounding the wall hard with his fist, then began walking more quickly back to the living room.
Please keep going, please God, Kathy prayed, her eyes closed as if that would somehow keep her invisible.
Then Brad stopped once more right in front of the doorway, paused for another moment, then stepped in, kicking the door shut.
"Goddamn!" Brad whistled through his teeth, bracing himself against the closed door.
Kathy somehow managed to remain conscious. She stood there, her hands now at her sides, palms pressed against the plaster while her legs rubbed against one another. Oh, he was handsome all right, more handsome up close than he had appeared the night before. But there was anger in his eyes even though his lips were curling up in a smile.
"What we got here, hmmmmm? Some kind of little crook?"
Brad was breathing hard, moving one hand up, touching Kathy under the chin with his fingers. Kathy shuddered, flinching away from him.
"You've sneaked in here, and you don't have an explanation why?" Brad asked, moving his hand away, then sliding both his arms to either side of her head.
Kathy eyed both massive arms, feeling so small, so very, very tiny. She couldn't tell Brad what had happened the other night, she just couldn't. Instead, the girl remained silent, turning her eyes away from him and praying somehow she would be saved.
"Not the talkative type, huh?" Brad grunted, pinching Kathy's chin and twisting her head around.
The girl winced, a stab of terror making her heart flutter.
"Please ... don't hurt me ... oh God, don't ... I didn't do anything. I didn't steal anything," Kathy murmured, her heart threatening to tear right through her chest.
"I'm not worried about that," Brad said, his gaze dropping to her tits, her thighs. "I think we got something a little more serious here, and if you don't start talkin' fast I'm gonna start usin' some of this shit on you to find out why the fuck you're here."
Kathy's eyes widened. She looked into the savage dark pools of his eyes, then stared once more at the things hanging threateningly on the walls. Whips, riding crops, and God only knows what else. She wasn't like her mother. She couldn't stand that kind of torment.
"No!" Kathy twisted away, panic chilling her very soul. Somehow the girl managed to slip past Brad, running around him to the door. It was stuck!
"Trouble, bitch?"
The next thing Kathy knew she was being dragged back, his right hand tangled in her long blonde hair, yanking her away from the door.
"Alyeeeee!"
Never before had anyone caused her pain. And now this stranger was nearly tearing her hair out by the roots, pulling hard, oh so hard! Her head snapped back, her feet tripping over one another while her arms flailed uselely to either side of her body.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" she shrieked.
"Yeah, sure baby, so you can go out there and blab even more to the fuckin' press," Brad hissed through his clenched teeth.
Kathy stumbled backward a little more, her forehead wrinkling in terror, her eyes blinking while the tearing, pulling agony increased in her scalp.
"Wouldn't surprise me if someone like you gave that fuckin' story to the Times," Brad said, yanking her hair back even more.
"No!"
Her legs tripped again. Losing her balance, her arms waving frantically to either side to regain in, the girl tumbled backward, landing with a dull thud on her ass.
How her spine ached from the fall. Rubbing her fingers through her hair, Kathy fought back a sob rising in her throat. She peered up at the big man, brushing several stray strands away from her face. What was he going to do to her?
"Cunts like you want to have a little action, then they blow the whistle ... just like some bitch did with the papers," Brad said, twisting his fingers around her hair once more.
"No, no, I swear it ... I never did anything like this before ... I never was here before," she said, lying through her teeth.
Kathy's voice became more pleading, higher, something obviously pleasing to Brad.
He twisted strands of hair around his dirt-encrusted fingers, his breathing growing more labored as he pulled up. Kathy gasped, her breath catching as she felt the pain once more in her scalp. Rising, pushing her hands against the floor, the girl tried to ease the tearing agony in her head.
"Stupid bitches ... I told the reverend we should screen everybody before they come in here. He's too fuckin' greedy, though, and now they're sneakin' in through the windows."
"Ughhhhh ... oooooohhhh!"
Brad pulled up violently, twisting her hair around his fingers, nearly tearing a hunk from her scalp. Kathy screamed, tears rolling from her eyes and rushing down her flushed cheeks. Her feet scrambled under her, the big muscles in her ass cramping as she fought to ease the pain.
Brad mumbled something, then drew her face close against his boot, banging her mouth so hard her lower lip nearly cracked open. Kathy could feel her front teeth pressing against her lips, could taste the pungent flavor of his leather against her mouth. The girl struggled again, her hands pressing against his legs.
"Don't like it so much now, do you, baby? You don't like it when the goin' gets rough.
You think you can come in here and have a good tour like some fuckin' Japanese tourist, then go out and tell all your friends?"
Brad was getting angrier, twisting her hair more and more. Kathy screamed, her fingernails clawing at his jeans while more tears of pain and panic rolled down her cheeks.
"There ain't no way you're gettin' outta this without payin'. You wanted to see this so bad. Well, you're gonna see more than you bargained for."
Why had she thought she could come in here without being discovered? That thought rattled through her mind again and again as Brad dragged her across the floor, then eased his grip.
"Oooohhh...." Kathy moaned.
He was standing spread-legged over her, his hands on his hips. Looking up while propping herself up on her elbows, Kathy studied those thick-muscled legs, those broad thighs, and more importantly that ominous bulge behind his fly.
She remembered what she had seen that night-that long killer prick sticking straight out from his groin! And how her mother had loved his cock. How her mother had twisted and bounced around in that bed, her arms tugging against the ropes as Brad fucked inch after thick, throbbing inch into her pussy. And now, no doubt, he was thinking about doing the same thing to her.
"I'm gonna give you a ride, baby, with this thing," Brad said, touching his fly as if he could read her mind.
Kathy shuddered, a chill rushing up and down her spine. She began to crawfish back, dragging her heels behind her, One sandal came off.
"I'm gonna give you such a ride you ain't gonna be able to piss for a fuckin' month after I get through with you."
"Oh no, no, no ... you don't understand. I've never done something like this and ... and oh, I'll die if you ... you rape me and...."
The words died on her lips. She saw the determination in his eyes, the growing evil, the mounting sadism taking over. Kathy wished she could disappear, fall through a crack in the floor. But instead she was the main attraction, the thing Brad wanted most of all right now!
"A fuckin' virgin? Come on, baby," Brad said, reaching down and caressing her cheek. Again the girl backed away. Brad's face darkened. "Well, if you are, you ain't gonna be one for long."
"Oh no, no, help!" Somebody help me!" Kathy screamed, twisting around and crawling away from him on her belly. In an instant Brad was on top of her, his body pressing hers hard against the floor, crushing the air from her. The girl cried out again, clawing forward, breaking her fingernails against the tile while Brad began humping his crotch against her two soft assmounds.
His hands were gripping her wrists, his knees pressing against the backs of her legs and all the while his crotch was still rubbing against her ass. He was mouthing her ears, sticking his tongue into the waxy canals. At times Kathy could feel his breath against the back of her neck.
"Noooo!"
"You wanna play hard to get, bitch? I got something that's gonna make you a lot more easy to tap once I get through."
He was off her, gripping one wrist and jerking her up from the floor. He nearly pulled the arm from its socket, dragging her over to the rack. Kathy screamed, wheeled around and tried once more to rush for the door.
Brad swore violently, twisting her arm until she thought he was going to snap it in two. The pain was awful. Sinking to the floor, her head bowed down, her hair curtaining her face, the girl was forced to submit and surrender.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh no, no, not that ... oh please, you don't know what you're doing to me! Oh God, I'm a virgin! I never ... never...."
Kathy's face was flushed, more tears rushing down her cheeks as a pulse leaped at her throat. The animal! The savage! He had torn off her clothes, ripped the halter from her shoulders, then tossed her against the rack hard, nearly breaking her back from the force of that horrible blow.
Half draped over the rack, Kathy felt his hands tearing at her shorts, ripping open the top button, then forcing the zipper down, his hands finally shoving both shorts and panties down to her ankles.
"Nice, baby, nice hot and fresh cunt. And you say you ain't never been fucked before?" His lips were almost drooling with saliva as he eyed the naked, helpless, trembling young woman.
Kathy drew her arms together, trying to hide her tits while her hands spread over the fine blonde fuzz covering her cunt. Somehow, now the thought of having Brad fucking her wasn't so beautiful. Out there in the safety of the field it had seemed appealing. But now?
"No, oh please...."
Her voice was more strained as she pleaded with the big man to let her go. Brad muttered a curse, then sharply knocked her arms away from her tits.
"Gonna have me a nice time with that body, man. Gonna make it a real nice time for you too, if you cooperate," Brad said, sliding an arm around her waist.
Kathy groaned through her chattering teeth, feeling the rough rub of his Levi's against her flesh. His hands were roaming freely over her body, his fingers sinking into her flesh, then sliding up to her asscheeks. The girl dropped her head back, panting heavily, her brain spinning around and around.
"No!" Kathy gasped.
"No, huh?"
Kathy felt cold sweat running down her back as Brad passed one hand over her pussy, rubbing his knuckles against her cuntlips. She remembered him tearing at her mother's cunt, remembered the way her mother had cried out again and again as his fingers ripped hairs from her pussy. Would he do the same thing to her? A tingle rushed up and down her spine, making her flesh crinkle and crawl while those knuckles kept rubbing back and forth over her pussy.
"I got ways, baby, to turn you on."
The hand stopped moving. She felt his fingers gripping her by the arms, holding her tight as he pushed her back toward one of the walls. Stopping her, Brad reached around and produced a pair of handcuffs lined with sheepskin to keep the iron from chafing the flesh too much. Kathy whimpered, her arms being drawn behind her, her wrists moved against one another. In a moment she felt the cuffs snapped around her hands, the metallic clinking of the locks making the girl's blood run cold.
"Now you ain't gonna be runnin' away ... unless you wanna get out into the streets lookin' like that," Brad said, hefting up one tit with his hand, then rolling the pink rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger until wrinkles appeared on Kathy's forehead. The touch of his fingers against her tit tip made the girl wince and cringe, her breathing becoming rapid, raspy. When he increased the pressure, the girl's knees bent, her mouth opening while a rush of air escaped.
"Noooo," she sighed, her nostrils flaring from the pain.
Still Brad pinched her nipples, now tweaking both of them, a savage grin on his lips. The girl threw back her head, closing her eyes, the cords sticking out from her throat as the pain increased. He was hurting her again, tormenting her tits, squeezing her nipples until she thought he was going to tear them off! He pinched them, continually twisting and turning them around and around until she finally cried out with a sharp scream.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Her knees began to fail her, buckling under the pressure and pain.
Brad caught her, dragging her back by the waist to a small three-legged stool by the rack. There was something on it, something strapped to the center of the stool she hadn't noticed before. There was just too much to see in the room!
"On here, baby."
Kathy's one leg pressed against the stool, her other slightly in front of it when the girl realized what was on that chair-a dildo! She had seen things like those in magazines, plastic cocks women used for pleasure!
"No!" the girl shrieked, closing her eyes, kicking her legs out and overturning the stool as she twisted wildly in Brad's grip.
Her arms were still handcuffed. But there was much she could do to keep him from mutilating her with that horrid thing.
"No, no, I won't let you do that to me! Oh God no!"
Brad held her more tightly around the waist, throwing her around, then letting the girl go, her body tumbling around and around on the floor, finally coming to rest after banging hard against the green metal cabinet near the door. Breathing heavily, the big stud bent down and picked up the stool, checking the dildo in the center then sauntering back over to the prone girl. Kathy shook the loose hair from her eyes, cringing from him, her shoulders shaking mightily.
"No, no, don't touch me! I swear I'll die if you touch me!"
He picked her up, dragging the protesting girl back across the room to the stool.
"Now you sit down there, baby, sit! You gimme any trouble and I'll beat the snot outta you."
When Kathy tried once more to struggle away from him, Brad jerked his hand back, slapping her hard across the right cheek. The hard blow snapped her head to the left, her hair whipping across her face while her body nearly tumbled from the stool. The hot, stinging pain resulting from that blow told the girl she had no choice in the matter. She would lose her cherry to that horrible, inanimate thing sticking straight up from the stool.
Brad sat her in front of the dildo, that twelve-inch thick white plastic prick pressing up against her cuntlips. And then the girl realized the dildo wasn't plastic at all but metal of some sort. There were wires protruding out from the bottom, attached to nothing at the moment.
Brad was kneeling down at the foot of the stool now, having brought back two more cuffs from the wall and attaching her ankles together, then roping them to the bottom rung of the stool. She rubbed the backs of her legs against the stool, feeling a queasiness in her stomach.
Kathy knew she was going to experience a kind of sexuality she had never even thought about before. It was like drifting out of reality, the room spinning about her while Brad prepared her for his own kind of virgin sacrifice.
"Now, we're gonna sit you right on top of this thing. If you keep your legs together real tight you won't slip down...."
Kathy let out a shivery groan, her teeth chattering while her lips moved in silent prayer. She felt his hands cupping her asscheeks, lifting her from the seat of the stool, then moving her forward. Eyes down and bulging out, the young teen whimpered through her nostrils like a frightened kitten, her belly stiffening as the tip of the metallic dildo brushed over her cuntlips.
"No, don't ... oh please, please, don't make me lose my cherry like this!" the girl wailed, tossing her head back.
"It's the only way, bitch. You're gonna have the fuckin' thing popped this style. I ain't gonna dirty up my cock with blood."
Kathy tossed her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping over her shoulders while her arms tugged and yanked at the manacles behind her. Once more she pictured her mother lashed to the bed, her legs flailing about while Brad fucked her. It was happening all over, and she was the victim.
The smooth round head of the dildo pressed teasingly against her pussylips. Kathy tensed her leg and thigh muscles, her knees straightening, her spine curling out as the tingly cold rippled through her pussy. Her tiny cunt muscles were contracting while rushes of excitement rippled up and down her body. "No...."
"You can hang up there all fuckin' day for all I care," Brad said, bending down and starting to twist some of the black and red wires together. "But this is gonna get you down fast."
Peering down at the big stud, Kathy watched as he drew the wires out from under the stool, then reached back for what appeared to be a small motor shoved to one side near the rack. He was attaching both sets of wires, twisting them together, then affixing them with a small black roll of electrician's tape. Again the girl looked around at the strange, frightening-looking instruments.
"And this is gonna make things even more interesting," Brad muttered.
He had another long black wire in his hand, the end of which was attached to what appeared to be a long silver knitting needle. Kathy twisted her head around, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and running down the sides of her neck. Brad slipped behind her, spreading her asscheeks apart with one hand while sliding the needle several inches up her asshole!
Kathy stiffened, her small shoulders thrown forward while her tits bounced on her chest. The cold sharp sensation in her shitter made her eyes pop out while her fingers worked against one another. She was trembling, her body shaking as if someone had already passed an electric current through it. Never had she thought someone could do something like this to another! That thing, that horrible thing was shoved up her ass, chilling the warm, slick lining of her ass tube.
"Okay, honey, let's warm up that pussy of yours," Brad said, bending down and turning on the small gray generator.
Almost immediately the room was filled with the gentle humming sound of an electric motor. Kathy tensed, her fingers stiffening, her toes curling until they cramped while she straightened and tensed her thighs even more. That rounded dildo head was barely kissing her soft pussylips, brushing against the entrance of her cunt. A particularly harsh cramp passed through her thighs. Kathy tried to ignore it, knowing if she relaxed for even an instant the horrible dildo would fuck her pussy.
"Uhhhhh...." she moaned.
Brad checked out the wires once more, then turned a small black dial on the front of the motor a bit to the right.
Kathy felt her knees trembling, her thighs rippling as a tingly warm sensation passed through her cunt. He was raping her with electricity, sending a current of electrons rushing through her cunt! Her back stiffened, her head snapping back while her hair splashed over her shoulder blades. For an instant the girl felt her knees giving way, the dildo sliding past her cuntlips, pushing them apart, touching the sensitive ribbon of flesh between her inner and outer pussylips. Kathy rallied, forcing herself to ignore the electricity, tensing her muscles once more.
"Uhhhhh...." she groaned.
And that needle in her asshole! It wasn't cold any more! No, it was warm and wild, sending vibrations racing up and down her ass, making her stomach contract, adding to the itchy ache just starting to nibble at her clit. Brad smiled, reached down and twisted the knob a little more.
"I call it my persuader."
"Oooohhhhhhhh!"
Tiny teeth seemed to be nibbling at her clit now. Oh yes, yes, it was as if there were some small animal around her cunt and asshole, biting away at all the sensitive nerve endings down there! The girl twisted a little on the stool, her legs growing more and more relaxed while the buzzing current made her body glow.
"Ohhhh, no, no, stop it ... stop this craziness!" Kathy pleaded.
"You dig it, baby. I can see it in your fuckin' eyes, bitch. You dig havin' me shoot this shit through you," Brad countered, twisting the dial yet a little more to the right.
"Yaggghhghhhhh...."
Her body was trembling violently now as a hot sensation scorched her veins. Against her will, against everything she held holy and sacred, Kathy felt herself growing aroused. Yes, the tingling had done things to her, terrible things! She could feel her clit rising, growing stiff as those awful wires jiggling under her as more electricity sliced into her body.
Brad could smell her and knew the girl was growing as aroused as he was. She was horrified at her reaction; horrified and yet delighted in some strange way. Was this the feeling her mother had had when Brad had tied her to the bed, beat her with that horrid leather belt, then fucked her half out of her mind?
There was another rush of current, another blast of current that made the girl whip her thighs from side to side, her ass hanging there in midair, jiggling from the violent movements she made. Her asscheeks clenched, relaxed, then clenched again, almost drawing the needle deeper into her ass from the milking movements. Flames of goodness and pain were scalding her cunt and shitter, the fires making Kathy gasp and groan. Her knees were bending, buckling, giving way under the steady convincing pressure of the current.
"That's it, baby, come on down, come on down and let that dildo take care of you."
"No, no, no!"
But it was happening. The girl could feel her body surrendering, giving way to the hot, biting pressure building in her body. She could feel her belly swelling, the muscles in her arms and legs and thighs tensing and spasming from the rushing current.
The stool rocked and scraped under her. Sparks seemed to be flying out from her juicy cunt crack. She was being fucked, her cunt being stretched for the first time by that awful object. Crying out again, Kathy tried tightening her legs again. But it was useless. Screaming, the girl gave up completely and let the metallic cock push aside her itchy, convulsing pussylips. She could feel her cunt walls clutching desperately at the prick as if it were a real one. The small muscles guarding the fuzzy mouth of her pussy were tensing, relaxing, then clutching at the fake prick. Kathy snapped her head from left to right, sparks of unspeakable pleasure rushing from her clit to her asshole and back to her clit once more. Frantically the teen dug her fingernails into her palms, her thighs rippling under the electric pressure.
Another increase of current. Desperately the girl tried wrenching herself from the tingly heat. But there was little she could do. Her face a blur, Kathy felt the bone-crushing weight of the electricity begin to singe her entire body. No, he was going to electrocute her ... and it would be wonderful, wonderful considering the pulsing heat taking over her clit now. It was incomprehensible. Kathy let out a wild groan, tossed her head back, then let the dildo come to rest against her cherry.
"All the way, baby," Brad encouraged, twisting the dial yet again.
"Yaggghghghhhhh!"
The muscles and tendons bulged against her sweat-dampened flesh. Back and forth her body jerked, blood boiling in her veins. It would surely kill her. Yes, this torture would surely kill her! She writhed and tightened her legs around that dildo, feeling that this torture would destroy her. The pressure of the dildo against her cherry was increasing. But, with the current tearing through her pussy and asshole, Kathy could hardly feel the pain. She held her breath, feeling her knees giving way completely. There was a moment of expectation, of pressure, of pain. Kathy opened her mouth and let out a shrill cry of despair, feeling the dildo tearing through the tiny membrane, ripping into her.
Slowly, painfully, her body sank down until her ass came to rest on the stool. Between her splayed shivering thighs, the metal dildo nearly halved her cunt, the current making the swollen pussylips quivering around the metallic surface. Kathy closed her eyes, feeling the strength ebbing from her body. Her clit pulsed dully in spite of the pain while her pussy felt heavy with juice.
What is happening to me? she wondered, frightened now by the emotions racing through her body.
Shards of painful pleasure cut again through her clit and sliced into her asshole as the current seemed to increase even more. Yes, he was going to kill her, going to electrocute her, going to....
And then it was over. Kathy's body grew limp. She nearly fell off the stool, Brad rising and catching her just in time. She felt his strong arms around her, his hands clutching her arms while the silver needle began slipping from her shit-chute. Yes, she was making movements as if she were taking a shit, working the horrible thing out of her ass while her cunt muscles still clutched at that dildo in her pussy.
"You dug it, baby, there ain't no way else to put it. You dug havin' your ass and snatch rammed by the juice. Now you're gonna have the real thing."
Kathy groaned again, unable to focus onto what was happening for a while. Images of the room, of those whips and riding crops and dildos filled her mind as she looked around, then stared at the big man hovering over her. He unlocked the manacles around her ankles although keeping her wrists still firmly secured behind her. The girl groaned, shivery hot chills running up and down her back as Brad lifted her from the dildo. Slowly, strangely the slick metal cock slipped from her pussy, the shivering elastic cuntlips shrinking back together behind the retreating dildo. Another small spasm of delight rippled through her cunt, making her close her knees together instinctively.
"Here, baby, gonna fuck the shit outta you right here," Brad said, banging her bare feet against the edge of the rack.
"The bed...."
"When you show me you're good enough for a sack I'll fuck you in there. Right now someone like you is good enough for the gutter ... and don't you forget it, fuckin' hot cunt bitch!"
His cruel words stung Kathy's pride. She was about to say something when he dumped her on the rack, her head striking the wooden table roughly. There was the light jingling sound of a zipper being opened, the rubbing sound of cloth over flesh. In a moment she saw Brad stepping out of his boots and Levi's, his long thick prick half hard now. She shuddered, drawing both hands protectively over her naked tits once more, remembering how her mother had gone wild once his prick had been fucked into her pussy. Oh, how those cuffs chafed her wrists!
The girl tried squirming away from Brad, successfully rolling one leg over the other and starting to slip from the rack. The big stud threw his boots against the table, grabbing hold of her knees and spreading them wide apart.
"Gonna get inside there, baby. Gonna crawl in and squeeze down deep till you want more. And you're gonna want more, believe me, when I get through with you."
Kathy let out a little cry. Brad was climbing onto the rack now, his prick growing thicker and longer with each passing second. He was between her splayed thighs now, his hands rubbing his prick, then sliding under, cupping his hairy, long-hanging balls. The girl's eyes widened, then focused on the flat, doublelobed purple cockhead pulsing with growing arousal. _
"Oh no, no!"
The metallic dildo had not seemed as threatening as this cock hovering over her. Again Kathy twisted around, trying to slide backward. Brad laughed at her escape attempts, reaching out and curling his fingers around her narrow shoulders.
Jerking the girl back down roughly, Brad spat on his fingers, working his slick palm around and around his prickhead. And then he was down on top of her, his chest pressing against her tits, his hands holding her down hard while his awful prick was gouging her cuntlips. Kathy felt dizzy, half crazy with what was happening to her. She wanted to scream or something. But Brad sealed her mouth with his, digging his tongue down deep into her throat!
Crying into his mouth, the girl felt spittle bubbling out from the corners of her lips and drooling down her cheeks. This was awful, hideous! He was going to fuck her. Even now she could feel him jabbing his cock against her pussylips, trying to work his big prick into her body. Again the domed cockhead pressed against her cuntlips, forcing them stickily apart, corkscrewing down into her body. Kathy arched her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the splintery wood of the rack. Stars popped in front of her eyes as inch after inch fucked into her body.
With a fast pistoning lunge, Brad fucked her. The girl cried out again, feeling his fleshy cock split her in two, going down deep. The girl wriggled her slim ass, feeling herself caught on that stabbing cock. Brad grunted again, slowly working his prick deeper and deeper.
How it hurt around the tense, rubbery edges of her cunt. But slowly Kathy began thinking less and less about that any more. She was starting to become blown away by the way her velvety cunt walls were being stretched apart by his huge prick.
"Told you I'd have you beggin' for it," Brad said proudly, pulling away from the girl for a moment and sneering down at her.
"You animal," she sputtered, twisting under him. "You haven't proven anything. Anybody can rape a woman. You just are making me ... confused or something." Kathy cried out as another inch of his cock fucked into her.
"Yeah, right, you keep tellin' yourself that ... especially when you got juice comin' outta you like this," Brad said.
He slipped his hand down between her legs, sopping up some of the bubbling fuck juice, then drawing his hand back up and shoving it against her nose. Kathy grimaced, turning her face away and coughing. She was hot, her cunt running with the hot, frothing fuck butter as more and more prickmeat fucked into her. The girl couldn't lie about her body. Brad felt her writhing under him, felt her growing warmth, felt her fuck juices seeping from her velvety pussy. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
He was crawling like a madman on top of her once more, his teeth cutting sharply at her chin. And then again his mouth was on top of hers, the pressure of his lips forcing hers back against her teeth. Desperately Kathy tried pulling away from her tormentor, twisting her body this way and that, forcing her tongue up, even trying to bite his. At times the girl forgot her wrists were still bound together and tried jerking her arms forward. The iron cut into her flesh, reminding her she was a complete prisoner of Brad's lust. And worst of all his prick fucking in, deeper and deeper, past where her cherry had once been anchored.
His prick was gouging against the walls of her pussy. Brad grunted with pleasure, sliding his fingers down over her waist, then around her boyish hips to her asscheeks. The girl rolled from left to right, realizing to her horror that she was squirming against his cupping hands sexily. No, she couldn't help someone like this! She couldn't help him destroy her! And yet ... and yet there was that burning fire deep in her, the flames of which scorched out the morality her mother had so carefully implanted.
"Yeah, go for it, baby, come on, show ol' Brad what you can do."
Kathy found herself wiggling and tilting her hips more and more, bucking them up from the rack in a strange way. She bit her lower lip and felt the muscles in her cunt contracting and convulsing with excitement.
"Oh stop it! Stop this! Oh God, what are you doing to me?"
Yet, try as she might, Kathy couldn't quite convince herself of the horror of this situation. Her mind was drinking in the joy of being fucked! Her body quivered at the heavy touch of Brad's cock and balls, at the feel of his hands gripping and pinching her flesh while his hips bumped and ground against hers again and again. It was starting to drive her out of her mind. It was so hot and tight and itchy down there in her pussy.
"Man, man you're real soft baby. Soft and hot and slick down there," Brad groaned as Kathy tightened her pussy muscles. "Yeah, that's it, move that pussy, move it around for Brad."
"Oooohhhhhh!" Another shiver moan came from deep in her throat as Kathy took more and more of his cock between her split thighs.
The girl pushed her legs down straight on the rack and stretched them as far apart as she could, her heels brushing the splintery edges. She was all the way open now, her cuntlips peeled back as Brad fucked her wildly. She wondered for an instant how it looked down there, her cunt so stretched and swollen and slick with fuck juices. Closing her eyes, Kathy tried to imagine the scene, tried to picture her blonde young cunt fucked again and again by that thick, long prick, his balls slapping the underside of her ass. Just the image rushing through her mind made the girl hurry toward climax.
Again and again Kathy tried jerking her hands free, twisting her wrists in the cuffs. The weight of Brad's body against her shoulders made her sockets throb with pain. If only he would undo those cuffs! How they hurt her so! But Brad was only thinking of one thing only-her cunt. Her tight, hot little pussy was convulsing while being fucked again and again by his cock. He kept telling her wonderful, awful things about the way her lithe body felt rubbing against his while he fucked her.
"Uhhhhhh!" he moaned in her ear.
Kathy sensed what that meant. His movements, his breathing, everything about him was building in a way that was different from before. Cumming! Yes, she could tell by the jerky way his muscular thighs were pounding against hers that he was close to climax. She felt something taking over his body, a driving need to dump his load in her cunt. And that same need was building in her too. In spite of the pain, in spite of the bondage, Kathy felt her cunt start to boil and tighten around Brad's prick. Yes, he was going to cum, going to shoot his spunk deep inside her.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" Brad growled, fucking hard into the girl's pussy.
Kathy cried out, her cuntal muscles spasming, sucking at the fat prick. She dug her fingernails once more into her palms, gasping and groaning while twisting as best she could under his body. The spasming in her pussy was getting worse and worse, building into a savage fury.
Brad's fingers tightened around her shoulders, slamming her down again and again against the rack as if he wanted to kill her. Looking up through her long lashes, Kathy could see an animal-like fury in his black eyes while sweat dripped from his face. Hair hung in his eyes as he threw his head back and let out a hideous howl. He was cumming inside her! Kathy winced, feeling something hot and wet spurting against her cuntal walls while his prick jerked spasmodically.
"Bitch!" He squirmed wildly, his face darkening and twisting as if someone had stabbed him in the back with a spear.
The image stayed with the jerking, twisting girl, the image of a spear halving her body. Yes, that was what Brad's cock was, a wonderful spear stabbing again and again into her cunt, driving her mad with its hardness and stiffness.
Then it was Kathy's turn. Blinding lights flashed behind her eyes as the itchy ache turned into something else, something much more wonderful that simple tension. She had felt something like this before while playing with herself in bed. But nothing had ever been this powerful, this overwhelming before. While Brad's cock continued to spit out more and more jizz, Kathy came with hurricane-like fury. She danced her ass wildly, her feet banging against the edge of the big rack while her tits jiggled from the force of her orgasm.
Her fingers clawed at her ass, then at the rack as her cunt tightened, softened, then tightened again against Brad's shooting prick. She was milking him, sucking out more of his hot cum with her pussy while her body writhed against his.
And above her Brad was grunting and lunging like a maniac. The girl had no idea a man could fuck a woman so deep and fast as he was doing now. How that friction burst into a golden fireball! Fighting for her breath, Kathy twisted her head to one side, feeling Brad's teeth scraping against her neck. His hands were all over her as they came and came and came. She could smell their sweat mingling, could smell his cum, her fuck juices joining as the seconds passed so slowly now.
CHAPTER SIX
Brad was licking the base of her throat now, feeling her asscheeks, squeezing them as if they were mounds of dough. And all the while his prick was still inside her pussy, still jerking a little while the mixture of cum and cunt juice oozed around his flaccid cock. Kathy stared up at the ceiling, her gaze drifting around to the walls where all those whips and riding crops hung. She shivered again. She supposed her luck was holding out so far. He hadn't used those hideous things on her body ... yet.
"You're good, baby. Real good. You dig havin' your body fucked. I can tell that," Brad said, pulling up and staring hotly at the girl.
"No, that isn't true," she sobbed, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. She couldn't look at him, couldn't look him in the face. She read the truth all too well in his eyes, and it terrified her!
"Yeah, you keep tellin' yourself that," he said, chuckling softly. "And I'll keep fuckin' you. Sooner or later you're gonna figure it out for yourself. Meanwhile...."
Brad pulled his cock out, lifting his body from hers. Kathy felt his softened prickshaft slid past her cuntlips. The girl shivered, feeling her cunt empty. How strange! She had fought, in her own way, to keep her virginity. But now there was a feeling of regret, of loneliness now that Brad had pulled his cock from her cunt.
"You're a mess, baby," Brad said, toweling himself off, then staring at the girl stretched on he rack. "You gotta get cleaned up."
Kathy felt exhausted. But obviously Brad was concerned only about his pleasure. Scooping her up in his arms, the big stud whisked her from the room, carrying her down the corridor, past the reception room, and into the what appeared to be a small kitchen. There, just beyond a low gas stove, was a door.
"We keep this for people who want special kinds of discipline," Brad said, stretching out one hand and opening the door.
Almost immediately Kathy could smell the distinct dampness of a cellar. They walked carefully down a set of narrow wooden steps, the stairs creaking under their weight. Everything was dark all around her. It wasn't until Brad reached the bottom that he put her down, turned and flicked on a light.
Kathy squinted her eyes, blinking under the sudden bright illumination from a bare bulb hanging just above her.
"Walk over there."
With that, Brad reached down and unfastened the cuffs binding her wrists together. Kathy murmured her thanks, rubbing her wrists against one another, looking down at the faint pink marks the cuffs had made.
"I said walk over there," Brad repeated, his voice harsh as gravel.
The girl flinched, raising one shoulder protectively as she turned and began shuffling her bare feet over the concrete in the direction Brad pointed. It was still difficult for her to make out things down in the cellar. Twice she bumped against a box or something on the floor.
"Stop."
Kathy didn't make a move, folding her hands and arms over her tits. Her flesh was puckering up into goose pimples while her toes curled against the cold floor. Brad was doing something behind her. She could hear the sound of clattering against the floor. What now? Something else up her cunt? Was he going to electrocute her again, this time keeping her in the cellar so passers-by wouldn't hear her cries? There was little, Kathy felt, Brad wasn't capable of.
"Turn around," he commanded.
She hesitated only for a moment, still keeping her arms and hands folded over her tits. Slowly the trembling young blonde turned, blinking as she saw Brad standing there near the light with something in his hand. Before she had a chance to focus her eyes, she felt a blast of hot water smashing into her belly.
"Oh!"
The girl opened her mouth in surprise, falling backward, her arms flailing out to either side of her body. A stream of very warm water was playing up and down over her belly. Again Kathy stumbled backward, desperately trying to remain upright from the initial surprising blow. She skated and slid on the wet floor, her feet striking one another. There was a nearby cement pole she tried to get to, the spray sliding down to her thighs, then going back up to her tits.
"Stop this! Oh God!"
It was hard for her to talk, to breathe. The steaming jet of water roared and splashed in the cellar. Brad had to nearly shout to be heard.
"This is how I clean sluts after church!" he cried.
Kathy glared at him, wrapping her arms around the pole and feeling her feet still sliding out from under her. He had raped her with that awful dildo, taking her cherry away with it. And then he had thrown her on that rack, raping her with his prick, making her twist and rut under him like some kind of mindless Hollywood whore. And now he was degrading her in this awful way. In front of the girl a large black drain gurgled merrily as the water swirled around and around, disappearing down under the floor.
And then Brad directed the hot water at her ankles, catching her by surprise. Her grip loosened around the pole and she staggered back. Another blow on the chin knocked the girl completely over. With a scream Kathy sat down hard on her ass, her spine rattling from the hard fall.
"Like it, baby? Man, you like anything up, your pussy, even this water!"
Brad was playing a new game with her, a game that left her panting and rutting once more like some sort of animal. He was directing the water on her crotch, moving the stream up and down, now hitting her tits, now directing it against her navel, and then finally moving it up and down against her fuck slot!
Kathy tried covering her pussy with her fingers. But the touch of her hand against her sensitive pussy flesh was making her even hotter. As shameful as it was the girl felt herself become aroused under this awful torment.
"No, no, stop it!" she cried.
Kathy tried folding one leg over the other, tried turning around and keeping her back toward Brad. But he was an expert at this, playing the hose around and around her body, knocking her to her ass when she tried moving around, twisting back until she was facing him once more, her throbbing pussy exposed to the water. Oh, how that water hit her like a sharpened hammer, striking her clit again and again and setting up flashes of fire throughout her pussy. Kathy doubled up, dropping her hands to her cunt as a powerful blast of erotic sensation raced through her.
Pounding her fists against the floor, Kathy dropped to her belly, sprawling out in front of him, her tits pillowing against the concrete and her body. Her blonde hair clung wetly to her cheeks and chin. How she wanted to get up, to get up and rush at Brad with outstretched fingers to claw out his eyes. But the throbbing in her cunt was too strong.
And he was directing the water now in front of her face, sending a fine spray of droplets into her mouth and nose. It was impossible for her to breathe without taking in that water! She rolled back away from that awful stream, fighting to get free of the coils of hair tangling about her throat.
Brad shot the water straight up between her long thighs now. The girl found herself hunching back at the stream involuntarily. What was she doing? It was like a delicious warm tongue sticking up and down her pussy, licking her clit, sucking her pussy. No, she couldn't let herself rut like this! Turning, Kathy tried again to get up. She managed to get into a half-standing position before Brad directed the stream right at her asshole. The hard stinging warm touch of water in her shitter caught the girl by surprise and once again she tumbled to the floor, striking her knees hard against the concrete.
"Uhhhhh!" Kathy gasped, her slick body sliding on the smooth, wet concrete.
Her flesh was reddening as the water massaged her again and again. She could feel her nipples growing hard and stiff, while all her cunt was tightening as if getting ready for another fuck.
Brad moved closer now, sending the water cascading into the girl's face, then shooting it down into her cunt, and finally her asshole. Again and again Kathy tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance. He was working her body well, stimulating her with the stream, laughing whenever she tried hiding from him.
"Yeah, baby, you dig havin' yourself washed down like this, right?"
"No, no!"
Kathy stopped, looking at him, then staring up the stairs. If only she could get to the stairs! If only she could reach them she would free herself. And then the girl thought about this place, thought about it posing as a church. A sharp laugh escaped her lips as she rolled onto her back. A church!
"Yeah, baby, that's it, give it to me!"
Brad directed the full force of the stream onto her pussy, the water making her cuntlips flutter open. Again Kathy found herself hunching back, fucking that stream of hot water!
"Just got through fuckin' with me, and she wants it again," he muttered.
The words brought her back. And now he was blasting the water against her tits. She could feel her itchy, stiffened nipples driving into the flesh of her tits. Then she felt the whole mass of each round tit hefting, lifting from the force of the stream. The outside heat of the water and the inner heat of her lust combined to make Kathy pant. "Oh no!"
She put her hands over her face. The shame of crawling around on the floor, of rutting like some animal in front of Brad made her want to die. If only she could die, could faint, everything would be all right. With another groan, Kathy tried rolling over, but failed to do so. She rested on her back, sobbing as Brad played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
The heavy rush of water on her clit and her cunt hole made the girl's hips rise and fall. Again she cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. Kathy tried to stop the mad growth of her cunt heat by holding her hands over the wet triangle of her blonde soaked cunt hole. But then Brad directed the water to her tits. The girl turned her head to one side, coughing and gasping for air.
"Come on, baby, come on!"
It wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her pussy muscles. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the warm water. She hoped Brad would stop when she started to cum. If he kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything he did to her until her climax tapered off.
Kathy found herself twisting her hips, actually searching for the stream. Her pussy was starting to feel more and more lusty. The tight, hot mass of feelings in her crotch accelerated, sharpening to a pinpoint as the water beat regularly at her clit. Kathy jerked to the right, her legs beating against the floor. It was happening, happening fast and hard. Her flesh squeaked against the cement floor as she gritted her teeth, waiting for the climax to wash over her.
"Go for it!" Brad shouted.
It nearly came, sweeping her into that wonderful abyss of sexual climax. But then Brad moved the water over to her tits, toying with them. Kathy cried out, feeling that wonderful knot of tension in her pussy slip a bit.
"No, no!"
How she wanted it, wanted to feel the overwhelming sharp, pinching waves of climax wash over her. But Brad was having fun doing this to her, playing her like some weird musical instrument, toying with her.
"Want it, baby? Wanna feel a good hot cum again?" he groaned.
"Uhhhhh...."
She ground her teeth together even harder, wanting to pound the floor with her fists but unable to muster the strength. Oh, to cum, to cum! She wanted to climax under that water.
And then he was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It felt, oh yes, like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cunt mound. Kathy groaned, tensing herself, winding up for her big climax. She spread herself for the invading stream, feeling the vulgar thrill of the blast against her cunt and now her asshole. It was going to happen! Her climax was there, just out of reach. Straining internally and mentally, the girl lowered her hips, needing to feel that stream against her clit. The whole of her pussy was tied up in knots of hunger.
"Fuck it out!" Brad called.
Her hips rolled and circled, seeking out that last bit of pleasure. And then it happened! Explosion after explosion rocked her body, taking her breath away! She was cumming, exploding again and again with a force that shattered what was left of her mind. Kathy was strangling on her sobs, her breath driven out by the force of her climax. The bright cellar darkened. Kathy dragged her clawing fingers over the cement. This was too much, too much, these powerful climaxes, all happening within a short period of time. Surely this would kill her!
"Oooooohhhhh!" Kathy moaned.
"Come on, baby, come on and go for it! Come on, cum with the fuckin' water."
Brad still played the stream over her convulsing pussy, making her climax last longer than she had ever hoped it would! Every square inch of her skin tightened, stretched over her bones. Even the wrinkly areolas tightened until the surface of each tit hurt from the compressing flesh. Kathy crawled up to the water heater, her face still twisted away from Brad so she could breathe.
The tormented, still-cumming girl reached out, trying to climb up. The water splashed between her shoulders, pinning her to the warm, rumbling cylinder of the water heater. Another powerful spasm made her tremble, then collapse. With a groan of defeat, Kathy slipped to the floor once more, one arm draped protectively over her face. The whole world seemed to crash down around her and filter into her cunt. The water stopped, and the girl fell into a dark, beautiful silence.
Kathy had lost consciousness. The girl had no idea for how long she had been in a faint. When she came to, everything was dark once more.
"My God!" She whispered to herself, wondering where on earth she was.
As her head cleared, the girl realized she was standing up, her arms unable to come up to her chest. Was she tied once more? Twisting her head around, the girl realized she was in some sort of box, some sort of mummy case!
"Help! Oh God!" Her voice was hoarse, her body trembling at the thought of being buried alive in this hideous place!
She hated having her body restricted this way! Shuffling sounds outside the case told her Brad was nearby.
"Please, take me out of this place," Kathy pleaded in a trembling voice.
There was no sound. Then a faint scraping brought the girl around. At this point Kathy realized there were a myriad of small holes all around her, admitting in small drafts of air and points of light. What were they for? Her question was answered quickly as something rubbed against her throat. At first the girl shrank back in sheer panic, fearing it might be some sort of hideous little beast Brad had admitted. Then she realized it was a long, narrow, sharp object. A knitting needle, most likely, and it was now touching her throat!
"No!" she screamed.
But then the girl realized she shouldn't scream or make any sudden moves. That thing would pierce her flesh! Struggling to keep quiet, Kathy dug her fingernails into her firm white thighs and fought for control.
I must not move, must not, she told herself again and again as the needle twisted around against her flesh, then finally pulled back.
The girl felt her muscles relax and heaved a sigh of relief. Her joy was short-lived, however. Another needle, and finally a third slid through the small openings near her tits. The girl heard the steady advances of the needles and felt her blood pressure rise accordingly.
Her breathing increased, her nostrils flaring and burning with the oxygen she sucked in. In a moment she felt the sharp touch of the needles against her nipples! Brad was very good in approximating where the various parts of her body were! And now he was pressing forward more, twisting the needles around and around, nearly piercing her areolas! Kathy sobbed, beating her knuckles against the wood. He would mutilate her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Stop it! Oh stop!"
Brad was careful not to break her skin, arousing her while threatening the terrified girl. Again Kathy beat the sides of the box with a steady rhythm, her teeth grinding against each other while something very strange was happening to her cunt. She was feeling a hot tension again! God in heaven, she was becoming aroused by this torture.
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
Was she turning into something hideous like her mother? Was there something inherited in her family, some sick trait that made her respond to this kind of horrid treatment?
"Nooooo!" she moaned.
The needles remained, pressing hard against her nipples. Kathy pressed her shoulder blades against the hard wood behind her, curling her toes against the floor, begging Brad again and again to stop this awful treatment. There were times when she could hear him breathing, could even hear him laughing at her cries. But not once did he back off. The girl threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the box as two more needles began threading their way into the box.
"Take this one, baby. This one's got a special mission."
The scraping sound was coming from below. Kathy already could well guess what was going to happen now. She heard the scraping sound increase, heard the needle slipping through the tiny hole toward her cunt. Closing her eyes, clenching her fists, she waited. Then there was the sensation of something touching her cunt hairs, something crawling like a snake through them and aiming right for her clit!
"Oh no!" she whispered.
Another needle and yet another slipped through more holes. In a moment all three were pricking her cuntlips, one of them touching the sensitive area just below her clit zone. Kathy thought she was dying with fear and pleasure as the needles pricked her cunt again and again, twisting in her feathery soft pussy flesh.
"No, no, no!" Kathy bawled and yowled, battering the sides of the box with her fists until her knuckles were red from the blows.
The cellar echoed with her cries while those hideous needles were doing their work. Her belly tightened while her naked ass jiggled up and down against the wood behind her. No more! no more! The girl had had enough of this church. She had to escape, get away from this madman before he killed her.
The needles backed off, then came again, this time twisting more furiously. Kathy screamed, throwing her head from left to right, feeling the gentle splashing of her hair against her throat and jiggling tits. It was as if he had those awful electric clamps on her again, sending jolts of electricity rushing through her body! Then a wild thought raced through her mind. She had to be fucked again! Fuck. The word, as livid and real as the needles pricking her, filled her with a new strength and desire. Yes, she had to fuck him, had to fuck someone!
Kathy sagged against the wooden box, gasping and sobbing, feeling so hot she thought her body would explode into flames.
And then the door opened, a burst of cool damp air striking her flesh. Brad caught her as she fell forward, holding her back against the case by the shoulders, fanning his fingers out against her tits.
"Had enough?"
"Oh God, God, why are you doing this to me?" she gasped.
The firm, warm touch of his finger against her body made the girl gasp even more. Kathy tried to tense her muscles, tried to stand up on her own. But she was only a limp rag, a doll pressed up against the box behind her. He had drained her of everything-of morals, of will, of strength. The torture had been too good. Kathy could well understand now why her mother had sacrificed herself to this church.
"You came in here and wanted to find out about this. I own part of it, service part of the ... the congregation," Brad said, his lips curling into a sarcastic smile as he pushed his face against hers. "You're too young for the public congregation. But I got a feeling you might be just right for our Sunday School."
He was mocking God, the church, everything holy and good. Then why was Kathy smiling weakly? Why did she find herself leaning against him, panting like a dog, wanting him to touch her more, to ... to fuck her?
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned.
"You don't get enough, do you? Greedy little bitch, 'specially after somebody tapped your Goddamned cherry!"
How she hated him still, and yet needed him desperately. The sex hunger he had awakened in her could be satisfied only by pleasing the sadist in him, the masochist in her.
"Okay, baby, fucked on the floor ... like a Goddamned bitch."
Twisting her around, Brad forced Kathy on the ground, making her kneel on her hands and knees. In a moment she felt his arm encircling her waist, drawing her closer up against him while his prick stiffened up against her ass. Yes, he was going to fuck her doggie style, fuck her like the gutter bitch she was!
Kathy growled when he reached up and pinched her right nipple, twisting her nip around and around between his thumb and forefinger so hard she thought she would piss.
"Uhhhh!"
And then his cock was in! Oh yes, his prick was in, his prick touching those trembling, sensitive pussy walls once more. Only this time their fuck was in a new position, the feeling of that prick pressing against her clit from the underside while her tits hung sexily down from her upper chest. He began fucking his prick harder and harder against her ass, the force of his forward fucking blows jerking her body up off the floor more than once.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.
His cock was going in deep, the way she liked it. Sparks of incredible goodness showered into her pussy, touching all those wonderful spots that made her grunt and growl. Her knees scraped against the wet concrete. Through her curtaining blonde hair, Kathy saw the box, saw the discarded green rubber garden hose that had tormented her earilier. Then she saw nothing but golden lights exploding in front of her.
There was more grunting behind her ass, the touch of Brad's harsh fingers clawing at her jiggling, swinging tits. And then he was cumming, spraying her cunt once more with his jizz, his hands clawing at her belly while squirt after spurt of jizz filled her cunt.
And once more it was over. Once again Kathy lay spent and exhausted on the floor, her hands clawing at the smooth, cold concrete surface while Brad pulled out of her and slapped Kathy hard across the ass. The girl moaned, her shoulders tensing from the blow.
"You're done, baby, Can't fuck around with you any more. But you come back later ... maybe tonight and I promise you, you'll have one hell of a good time here. Maybe we can even get some of the parishioners down here to help you ... find God." Brad laughed, helping the girl up to her feet, then shoving her roughly forward toward the stairs.
Kathy clung to the railing, hauling her body up the stairs as if she were made of lead. She could hardly see. All the girl wanted to do was sleep, crash down on the floor and regain her strength. But Brad wanted her out of the church fast.
Mustering what little strength she had, the girl toweled herself off and dressed, eyeing the big man all the time, waiting for him to turn around and change his mind and begin beating her once more. But nothing of the sort happened. Dressing, the stud waited, leaning against the wall of that torture room upstairs, hands folding over his massive chest as Kathy gingerly drew up her shorts, then slipped her tight-fitting halter over her tits and buckled it shut.
"Dressing like that, you'll probably get fucked on the way home," he commented wryly, taking her by the arm and leading her to the rear door. "Maybe you'll come through the door next time like everybody else and not through ... say, how the fuck did you know about this place?" uo
"I ... I read about it in the paper and was curious and...."
She blanched, seeing what Brad was staring at-the window. He could never know about her mother and her! No, she could never let anyone find out how she knew what kind of place this really was!
"Yeah, I guess," he muttered, pushing Kathy out the back door, then locking it shut.
"My God!" she gasped.
How normal everything looked around her as she stood on the rear stoop, peering through the field next door. The sun was up, the cars wooshing back and forth on the boulevard only a few hundred feet away. Overhead a bird was chattering to its mate. And yet ... and yet how everything had changed!
Feeling more tears welling up, Kathy covered her face with both hands, fighting for control. No, she couldn't break down here, not in the middle of nowhere. She would rush home, up to the safety of her bedroom where she could sort things out.
Quickening her pace, Kathy fought back the tears, leaving behind her the church with that odious sign planted in front-"Reality is Oneness."
* * *
Later that afternoon Betty had returned from shopping at the mall, surprised to find her daughter at home-or apparently so. She could hear the sounds of the radio playing through her daughter's closed and locked bedroom door, and Kathy had murmured something when she called up to her. Teenagers! Betty shrugged, feeling at sea when she thought of her daughter. Somehow she would have to get through that all Kathy had erected! Shaking her head, Betty began sifting through her purchases. Halfway through the woman realized this evening was another church meeting, that thought making her tremble. Sitting down on a kitchen chair, Betty drew her fingers against her lips. Could she go through with it one more time? Hadn't she had enough? Hadn't she exposed herself to the limits of sexuality once too often? And then the memory of Brad and the other man came to her, almost as vividly as if the two men had been standing right in front of her there in the kitchen. She trembled, letting out a small moan through her fingertips. That warm, tickling sensation all over her flesh was starting up again, the sensation that had weakened her before. She hadn't wanted to think of fucking again. The memory of that night, however, was too hot for her to ignore. Even the thought of leaving Kathy alone dimmed next to the idea of going to bed with those animals at the church. Church.
Betty smiled cynically at that word. How they had perverted that institution, and all in the name of perversion and getting a tax break. What a combination! Betty smiled more broadly, cupping one hand under her large and still firm tits. Yes, she would go to that meeting. As horrid as it was, as degrading as it would probably prove to be, Betty knew it would be useless to fight the feeling rising in her. She had tried before and failed. Now she knew what awaited her, and that knowledge was overpoweringly persuasive. Sighing she finished putting away her purchases, wondering what she would tell Kathy.
Time passed quickly. Before she knew it Betty saw it was nearly seven o'clock. The scheduled meeting was for seven-thirty, and still Kathy hadn't come out of her room. She said she was ill and didn't want anything to eat. Glancing nervously at her wristwatch one more time, Betty felt a twinge of guilt, that feeling supplanted quickly by one of overwhelming lust. No, she wouldn't think twice about what she was doing. Thinking twice only brought on those silent conversations with God, with her own gnawing conscience. There was the church with men like Brad in it-everything else, at least at this point, came second.
Biting her lower lip, Betty took pen in hand, scribbling a hurried note about going to church and being back around midnight or so. There was plenty of food in the fridge. Sighing, she put down the pen and turned, patting her hair into a neat pattern before the mirror. Yes, she was attractive, damned attractive. And to think children her daughter's age thought her over the hill.
I could show them a few things, Betty thought wickedly, wincing at her own boldness and darting a nervous look up the stairs as if Kathy could overhear her thoughts. No, that was silly.
Heaving another sigh, she marched out the door, closing it quietly, feeling as if she were a sneak thief. It was a lovely night for a walk.
I shouldn't go ... I just shouldn't, Betty thought, the vibrations of her high heels against the concrete sidewalk sending delicious sympathetic ripples up and down her sensitive thighs. How her cuntlips began to swell, to tingle that delicious way that took her breath. She wondered if all women felt that way as they strolled down the boulevards. Was that why they wore heels-for the thrill of those vibrations tickling their clits? How her nipples stiffened and itched madly under her dress! It was the thought of what lay before her, the thought of that horrid, wonderful congregation of sadists and masochists she had accidentally stumbled onto when reading an article.
There it is, she said to herself, stopping at the corner and catching her breath. There was still time. She could still back out. Betty paused for only a minute, her brain racing madly with lust. No, she couldn't back out. She had made up her mind long ago, giving herself over to this. Squaring her shoulders, Betty walked determinedly to the house. Bright lights shone through the heavy curtains over the front window. There was Brad's jeep parked to the side. She stopped again at the foot of the wooden stairs, feeling her heart racing. He had done so much to her the last time. And now she felt he would do even more. No silent conversations. Nothing but the sheer pleasure of seduction, of the pain that always accompanied the pleasure she felt.
Once inside and having shown her church card to the receptionist, Betty walked the silent corridor, the silence broken by an occasional cry from behind one of the closed doors. She shuddered, stopping at the third door on the left. From underneath she saw the light billowing out. Brad was in there, waiting for her, according to the receptionist. Brad and that prick; Brad and the way he had of hurting and yet pleasing her!
"Yeah, baby, take your fuckin' clothes off," he said, rubbing his crotch as Betty stepped in.
"No hello, nothing but this?" she remarked, closing the door behind her and taking in the handsome rugged man in front of her. He had already slipped off his church robe, his Levi's now half unbuttoned down the front. Betty heaved a sigh of arousal, seeing the clear outline of his prick pressing against the front of his jeans.
"That's all you get, baby. That's all you're worth."
It was the start of the game, of the game that she had longed for all day. Setting down her purse, Betty began unbuttoning her dress, reaching around and slowly unhooking the small cloth clasps.
"Too damned slow," he muttered, slapping his thighs, then walking around to her and tearing open the top of her dress.
"No! Don't, this dress cost me...."
"Shaddup!"
Jerking his hand up, Brad brought it down, backhanding the blonde hard across the jaw. "Agghghhh!"
The top of her dress ripped in the back and Betty fell to the left, her head snapping around from the force of the savage blow. Losing her balance, she topped over a chair, upsetting her purse on the floor. Grasping the back of the chair, Betty again slipped, her body sliding over the seat, then tumbling completely onto the floor with a sickening thud.
"Oh God ... ," she moaned.
She tried getting up, both hands on either side of her head. Betty managed to push her torso up, her long blonde hair hanging on either side of her head and brushing over her whitened knuckles. It was then that Brad raised one booted foot and pressed the sole against the back of her neck.
"Unnnnffff!" she gasped.
He pressed down, shoving the woman's face into the dirty floor.
"Oh stop ... uhhh...."
The pressure increased, his heel digging into the small of her neck while his sole threatened to crush her skull. Betty tried screaming, but the force of his boot seemed to knock the wind from her. Her arms pushed out from her body, the fingers clawing at the wooden floor. Again she cried out in muffled tones, her tongue sliding out from her mouth while her eyes bulged. He was choking her, stepping on her neck and choking her. And all the while the savage was laughing at her distress.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No, no!"
He was stepping even harder on her neck, pressing down, rubbing his dirty sole back and forth, kicking that small bulge at the base of her skull at times, then drawing the heel of that boot down until it was cracking her spine.
Betty tried rolling around, tried reaching back and grasping the offending ankles. But Brad had positioned himself well, keeping well away from her fingers.
Things were going too far. Much too far! Betty had expected some of this. But not the pain, not the threat of mutilation!
"Up!" he commanded.
The boot was gone! Catching her breath, gasping air, the woman slowly drew her hands under her body, pushing upward. How her shoulders ached, how her spine seemed to throb with pain as she tried shoving herself into a kneeling position. Betty managed to get halfway up when she felt that awful boot again, this time kicking her in the ass.
"Uhhhhh!"
He laughed again, laughed cruelly as the toe caught her right between the asscheeks. Screaming, her arms shooting out from under her, Betty pitched forward and fell, her chin striking the floor. Stars and blue lights flashed in front of her while her legs and arms sprawled to either side of her body.
"You got the picture of what we're gonna do already. I had a visitor this morning, some little cunt who got turned onto this shit. Maybe she'll come around tonight and we'll have a nice threesome," Brad taunted, sliding one toe under her ribcage and jerking his leg up. Betty rolled onto her side, dropping both arms protectively over her belly.
She looked up at him, feeling a sensation of complete helplessness wash over her. He was all-powerful, someone who held the power of life and death over her. Another shudder raced through her body and soul, making Betty groan softly under her panting breath.
"And I think I told you to get the fuck undressed," Brad said.
With that he reached down and ripped at her clothes, his fingers unbuttoning some clasps, tearing others until the garment hung loosely from her shoulders. Betty offered some resistance at first. But then she realized nothing was going to stop him. In the end he tore the dress from her body, kicking it into a useless crumple in the corner. It was then she realized she was in the main torture room-the room wtih all the whips and riding crops hanging threateningly on the wall, the room with that huge cross. Hugging her body, Betty had rarely felt this vulnerable. Her bra and panties clung damply to her tits and cunt respectively. Brad stood in front of her, curling his fingers up rapidly, a motion that told her to stand.
Keeping her eyes lowered, Betty did as he indicated, her knees shaking, rubbing quickly against one another while her flesh puckered up into goose pimples. Brad traced one finger along the shoulder strap of her halter, grinning sheepishly, then moving quickly, twisting that finger around and breaking the thin band of material.
"Oh!" Betty cried, the bra falling quickly from her tits.
"Don't be so fuckin' modest," Brad growled, knocking her hands away from her tits. "I seen 'em before-sucked on 'em even."
But Betty couldn't help her reaction, covering her now-naked tits with the tops of her arms. Brad walked back to his shirt, pulling out his lighter. He moved back to her, flicking the top back and forth, back and forth until the clicking sound became maddening.
"I like big tits like yours, baby. And yours don't sag-that's pretty damned unusual for a woman your age. Yeah, that's what I dig."
In a moment Betty felt her nipples stiffening again, growing red with arousal at his touch. Brad noticed it too, remarking about how she looked.
"Nice, baby, nice and hard-tipped. You've got good red nipples. I like 'em like that-hard, glowing, just like this."
He flicked the flint wheel, sparks igniting a blue/orange flame. Betty sucked in a raspy breath, her eyes widening as she saw the fire flickering in the draft.
"You know, a nipple can get even redder than what you got," Brad said, drawing the flame closer toward her tits.
Brad was holding the lighter only inches away from her tits. Already the woman could feel the heat radiating from the flame. She stood very still, taking in a deep breath and holding it. This action made her tits stand out even more. Brad let one hand slide down to his crotch, the fingers working slowly over his tenting prick. His eyes fastened onto hers he brought the flame of the lighter to within one inch of her nipple. Betty flinched, starting to take a step back.
"Don't move, baby, unless you want me settin' fire to your head."
She froze, the words chilling her blood. Again Betty looked down at the fire, scraping her fingernails nervously along her thighs. The heat was making the tiny nubs stand up even more while beads of perspiration trickled out from under her arms. Anxiety and fear flooded through the woman as the heat increased. Oh, it was starting to burn her nipple! It was starting to hurt. But something else was stirring deep inside her, that something that had drawn her to this church in the first place, something that had drawn her away from her daughter and into Brad's embrace.
"Oh!"
The fire moved back a little, then slipped toward her right nipple once more. Again
Betty shivered, that shiver coursing through her body making Brad smile. The sadist in him was enjoying her reaction. And even more enjoyable to someone like Brad, Betty knew, was the actual dealing out of terrifying pain.
"Please...." she started to beg.
As Betty stared, the big stud moved the lighter closer and closer. She could smell the burning fluid, smell the acrid aroma of flaming gasoline as the rubbery flesh began to pucker up from the increased heat. And when he touched it to her nipple the woman couldn't believe it. No one would be that savage, that cruel. And then there was a searing, agonizing pain, a shock of displeasure that made Betty scream, jerk her head around and fall backward. One hand shot up, the fingers rubbing her injured nipple while she stared angrily at him.
"No, baby," he told her, snapping the lighter top down, then smacking her face with his other hand. Betty cried out again, feeling his opened fingers smacking her face hard. "Got some pigs here who can't take pain. You can take anything, I know that. You wanna take anything."
"No, that isn't true, just isn't true," Betty groaned. "We'll see."
Brad moved to the cabinet near the door, remembering for a moment the young girl he had raped so brutally that afternoon and remarking to himself the resemblance between Betty and her. Pulling open the creaking doors, the young stud fished around the various devices lining the sagging shelves, pulling out finally a double set of cuffs and a black leather studded dog collar with several clamps and hooks sewn into the surface.
"Here, put on your new necklace," he said, slipping the leather around Betty's neck and fastening it tightly around the back. The woman let out a hissing sigh through her clenched teeth, feeling it nearly choking her windpipe shut. Automatically Betty curled her fingers around the collar. But Brad told her to keep her hands to her sides unless she wanted his boot back up her ass. She did as she was told, her nostrils flaring and her mouth opened to drag in more air.
"Bend over, now!"
Another whimper, another act of obedience. Doing as she was told, Betty placed her wrists atop her ankles, bending at the waist, feeling the sexy, vulnerable sensation of her tits swinging out from her chest and nearly brushing over the floor.
"Good, real good."
Brad worked quickly, slipping the first cuff of one pair around her right wrist, then stretching out the small linked chain out and opening the second cuff, securing it finally around her right ankle. Betty moaned, looking at the strange device, then tilting her chin up and moving her head back to ease the pressure of the leather dog collar against her throat.
The second set of cuffs was applied more quickly, affixing her left wrist and ankle together. Brad stepped behind her, slipping both hands under her thighs, rubbing the fingers on either side of the elastic legbands of her panties. Betty closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip, feeling those chilly rushes of sexual heat rippling up and down her pussy. That rubbing, that delicious teasing tubbing of his fingers along her thighs and pussylips was driving her mad. And it was hard to suck in air to feed her aroused body. The more he touched her, the more he slipped his fingers around her crotch nearly brushing them against her pussy the more air she had to suck in past that choking, restraining collar! Betty's face reddened, her breaths coming in strangled gasps.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhh, real nice to fuck this way," Brad sighed, rubbing his tented crotch up against Betty's ass. "Fucked a young kid like this today. Maybe you'll dig it toe."
Backing off, Brad made Betty walk toward the rack, stopping her when her head was nearly touching the edge. She waited, hearing him rustling around in the cabinet for something else. Another chain! This one he attached to the bottom of the leather collar she wore, drawing the free end of the links to her right ankle cuff. "Uhhhhh...."
She was bound completely now, her neck attached to her right wrist and ankle, that collar seeming to choke her even more. Brad was bending down behind her now, his face pushed up against the silken material of her panties, his breath blowing against her ass. She could feel it, feel his tongue starting to wet the material. In a moment it was as if she were wearing nothing, his fingers and thumbs pressing against the muscles of her thighs while his tongue was teasing under the legbands of her briefs.
Betty groaned, twisting her wrists in the cuffs, sucking in more air with difficulty as that wonderful tongue edged closer and closer to her slit.
"Oh my God ... ohhhhh nooooo...."
She was going mad, feeling her knees grow weak with trembling. Brad was going wild behind her, his tongue slopping over the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each beautiful lick was bringing out more and more juice from her cunt hole, the fuck fluids wetting down the narrow nylon crotch panel pressing against her snatch.
"Ohhhhh yeahhh, baby, come on, come on, you dig havin' this done to you. It ain't right, but you dig havin' your cunt sucked."
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Betty admitted, shamelessly wagging her ass from side to side as if she were a gutter bitch in heat.
"And you smell good, too, real good, like a good bitch."
It was wonderful, lovely friction, his hot wet tongue against her warming, wet panties. He was nuzzling his nose up against her crotch panel now, forcing the nylon to sop up the fuck juice oozing from her pussy. He was tasting and smelling her, his fingers now curling up around the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. Betty shivered, feeling the wet nylon peeling slowly from her fuzzy cuntlips, edging down past her thighs and finally falling down around her ankles. She was naked now, stark naked, her cunt completely exposed! Brad sighed another filthy remark about her pussy, then went back to licking her cunt. She could feel his hot panting breath tickling her cunt curls as he drenched her pussy over and over again.
"Oh, oh...." she groaned.
In a way Betty didn't want to think of what was happening to her. This man was touching her and doing things to her no one ever had done. She should feel nothing but shame and revulsion here. But all Betty could feel was the hunger of her body, a hunger that was forcing out all thoughts except those dealing with Brad and what he was doing to her. Again she moaned softly, twisting her body around, feeling his breath blowing up into her damp asscrack while his fingers worked up and down her thighs. The chains rattled against her wrists as her body shivered once more. If he kept this up she could cum right in his mouth!
Brad pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Fuck juice flowed from her hole freely now, streaking her shivering white thighs, mixing with the big stud's spit.
"You wanna get fucked?"
"Oh God, don't ask me that ... please," Betty begged, trying to hold onto some shred of decency.
"Yeah, don't gimme that. I'll do it, baby. I'll fuck you till you scream. But first I'm gonna make you hotter than you ever been ... or gonna get."
Brad moved to where the metal dildo still stood, fixed to the top of the three-legged stool Kathy had been imprisoned on earlier. Removing the silver tape, Brad picked up the long cylinder, examining it. He hadn't cleaned the instrument other than wiping off the blood from her torn cunt on the surface. Bringing it up to his nose, he could still faintly smell the girl's pussy on the metal. He smiled, turning and staring right at the two fleshy ass mounds facing him.
The wires were still attached to the base of that thing. Sliding his fingers rhythmically up and down the smooth surface, Brad walked over to Betty once more, reaching one hand out and caressing her asscheeks, one thumb sliding up and down her asscrack. Betty sucked in a ragged breath, holding it while her head began to pound painfully.
She felt one finger linger around the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. She could feel the jagged nail rubbing up and down. And then suddenly his finger was sticking into her asshole, shoving in until it stopped at the second joint!
Betty tried pitching forward, but the ankle and wrist cuffs prevented her from moving much. A hot flash of agony rushed from her violated asshole to her clit, making that tiny sex center stand up with arousal.
"Take it out! Oh God, take it out!" she yammered wildly as Brad kept twisting the digit around and around in her ass.
"Feels nice and hot and tight in there, Betty. You ever been butt-fucked before?"
"No! No!"
Her forehead wrinkled, her eyes rounding in growing terror as the thought of having Brad's prick up her ass seared her mind. Something that big, that thick fucking in and out of her ass? Surely he would injure something with his cock if he were serious. Again the woman tried walking away, putting one foot in front of the other, jerking her head forward with that move and nearly strangling herself from the resulting pressure against her dog collar. Oh, Brad had been clever all right, making sure every movement would be a torment to her.
"I ain't gonna fuck you up the ass, if that's what you're worried about," he said, taking the dildo and rubbing the cold metallic surface up against her asscrack. Betty let out another hissing gasp, her ass flesh wrinkling and trembling under that touch. "I ain't gonna dirty up my cock with no shit. But I got somethin' here that's gonna make things easier for me."
"No!" Betty's voice rose in intensity, a distinct tremor making it higher pitched as she felt the cold, round thing sliding down, down toward her asshole!
The woman didn't have to be told what was going to happen. She had seen artificial cocks like those hanging around the walls of the church more than occasionally. But they were for women who enjoyed that sort of thing, preferred something false to a man's prick.
"Please, don't!"
Her hands jerked against her ankles once more, the muscles ribbing against her flesh as she felt the metal dildo rubbing up against her warm asshole. Brad was purposely taking his time, angling the cock until it was parallel to the floor. She felt the pressure increasing against her asshole and bent her knees a little more.
Her protests died into a soft murmur as the pressure grew even more against her shitter. Betty's breathing became more labored as the dildo pushed in, puckering her asshole inward. Her knees bent a little more while a pain began to radiate out from her ass.
"Ohhhh...."
Brad began twisting the dildo, corkscrewing it in deeper, deeper, the metal disappearing gradually between the stretched shitter lips. The woman cried out again, jerking her head from left to right, her eyes closed as perspiration now made her flesh gleam under the overhead lights.
"Come on, in, in!" Brad grunted. Brad slapped her again and again with his free hand, his opened fingers reddening her ass until her ass was on fire.
Betty heard his breathing whistling as the blazing agony of her ass radiated out to her cunt. Juice ran from the mouth of her pussy down her thighs, mingling with her sweat. Brad let out another curse, then shoved down and in with that dildo a little harder. Betty twisted, her arms tensing, her fingernails breaking against the floor. She could feel her spine tensing as Brad fucked in a little more. And then, with a sudden, piercing shock of agony, that smooth metal dildo was slipping in past her tightened ass ring. Betty thought she was going to faint.
CHAPTER NINE
"Eeeieyeyyiiiii ... aggghghhhhhh!"
Her body was split open, torn in two as if someone had taken a chain saw to her thighs and slipped it up to her shattered skull! Betty screamed louder and louder, feeling as if Brad had taken her guts and shoved them all up to her belly. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. Never, never before had she experienced such agony. And he was still pushing that awful dildo in, twisting around and around, driving the metal cock up into her ass while laughing at her distress.
"Got a hungry ass, eh, Sister Betty? You got a real hungry butt that wants to suck that thing in, right? Man, it wants that dildo real awful bad!"
"No, no!"
Betty felt the obscene slickness of the dildo against her shitter, felt it pressing against her tightening ass lining. More and more slid in. And then it stopped! Betty opened her eyes, staring at the floor and murmuring her thanks. The muscles around the metal prick were still painfully cramped, threatening to tear any moment. But at least that shoving, ripping agony was over. Betty tried to force herself to relax, tried to force her ass to accept the dildo.
"And that ain't all that's takin' place here, baby."
More? Oh God, there was more? Brad was moving back to the rack, fiddling around with something. Then there was a click immediately followed by a humming sound. Before the woman was able to think about what was going on, a shocking kind of warmth made her ass churn and her belly tighten. Electricity! Oh God, that thing up her ass was attached to a generator, and Brad was shooting electricity up her ass.
"God! Oh no, no, don't electrocute me like this! My God, don't ... oh please!"
Again the woman tried jerking her hands away from the chains holding them prisoner. Again the cuffs held firm. Brad turned to his half-willing victim. Her eyes were glazed and wide, spit oozing from her mouth as he increased the voltage. Yeah, she was just like that girl earlier that day, screaming for him not to hurt her, and yet taking everything he could throw at her ... and then some. Twisting the dial around the big man sent another increase up through the jiggling black wires.
Betty thought sparks were coming out of the chains attached to her wrists and ankles. Her nipples blushed more darkly while her cuntlips were slick with fuck juice spilling more and more from her cunt. Gasping in lungfuls of air, the woman begged Brad several times to turn off the electricity. But all he did was twist that awful dial around, sending another jolt into her ass.
"Yagghghhhhhh...." she screamed.
This jolt was stronger than to just raise goose flesh. Betty felt her muscles convulsing, felt the dildo in her ass jumping around. Was it jerking, or was it her muscles spasming from the electricity rushing up into her guts? Her mind whirled confusingly around and around as she shivered. How her pussy and tits ached. Jerking her head up, feeling the choking, restraining chains around her throat and wrists, the woman began to shiver more convulsively. There would be more. Oh yes, there would be more! The waiting for the ultimate pain made her cunt and nipples itch so. And how her ass felt, so hot and yet so clogged with that awful metal prick! Each surge made her think she was going to disgrace herself by shitting all over the floor.
"Yeah, baby, gonna fry you up good, make you so fuckin' hot you won't know or care what the hell's happenin' to you. You're gonna find God, Sister Betty."
Betty believed it. Already her mind was out at sea, whorls of color swirling around, making her oblivious to everything except her pussy and that awful thing shoved up her ass.
"Uhhhhhh...."
Brad moved the dial, setting it up yet another notch. As the electricly surged through her body, Betty jerked, biting down hard on her lower lip. Her temples throbbed and ached, while a wild buzzing seemed to fill her ears. Was it coming from the machine behind her, or was it rattling around inside her head? She didn't know, bent over that way, her body trapped by the chains and cuffs. Brad was laughing harder behind her, feeling her butt, then twisting the dial up yet again.
"Go for it, baby, come on, move that butt, move it around, show me you can really take that metal dick up your shitter!"
Her nipples felt swollen to the point of being raw. The muscles in her belly knotted until they cramped while her bowels churned wildly. And, all the time, her cunt was hot-wet and hot, aching for something, even for that awful sparking metal prick to be inside. The waiting for a more powerful jolt up her ass, the one that would bring her off, that would make her body explode into a nova made her weak and gaspy with expectation. She felt now she had to have that raw elemental power in her flesh, stimulating her, making her so hot she thought she would explode!
Brad saw the pussy oil rushing out of her cunt hole and spattering against her thighs. With a cynical grin, the animal moved the dial yet another turn to the right.
"Elyyyyeiiiiii!"
It was like a fist lightly slapping her ass, then twisting around and squeezing up her shitter. The wires chattered and rattled behind her while her toes curled and dug against the wooden floor. The aftershock felt like glass shards scratching her asshole and reaching up into her cunt.
Her ass clamped shut on the dildo, the muscles growing tighter and tighter until they cramped down with a painful shudder. A fist of air burst out nearly dislodging the dildo. And again the muscles cramped down, the electricity making her teeth chatter.
Oh God, I'm going to die this way, Betty thought, her brain frying up in the heat.
Brad was cranking the switch up higher, making Betty feel as if she were being struck by car after car on the freeway. Her tits and belly and cunt were being torn by flaming spears while her bones seemed to shatter under the onrushing electricity. She began screaming, her shrieks shrilling. And then finally her cries were choked behind the spit rushing from her mouth as Brad turned the dial yet another notch up.
"Aggggghghhhhh!"
The blonde was quickly losing all her bodily functions. The pain was like a fat animal stalking and tearing apart her insides slowly. She was helpless to control the pain, helpless to control the jerking in her cunt and the tearing sensation in her clit. Yes, even with that thing up her ass, she was feeling a wild climax rushing through her like some fiery waterfall. Betty staggered in her chains, jerking her head up, not caring about the leather dog collar any more, not caring about anything except the tearing in her cunt and ass.
No more! No more! Surely he couldn't force her to take any more! She would die, surely die if he were to keep sending volts of electricity coursing through her asshole.
And then it stopped! The rushing, roaring, tearing pain in her asshole stopped, the sensation of that dildo stuffed all the way in now replaced with one quite different as Brad began pulling it out.
He jerked it back roughly, making Betty feel as if she were taking a good hard shit. When it clattered to the floor he took her firmly by the hips, curling his fingers around the jutting bones while sliding his now-exposed prick up against her asscrack.
"Gonna fuck you, fuck you like that fuckin' dildo did. Only this time it's gonna be the real thing slidin' up your butt."
Betty screamed, throwing her shoulders back as far as she could, feeling the blunt-edged cock shoving up against her asshole. She wept hot tears, her mouth twisting open and letting out another cry, a shrieking scream as the fat double-lobed head twisted its way deep into her ass!
He was slamming into her like a rutting beast, taking her there in that standing position, pumping more and more of his dick in until ... yes, he was all the way in her. All the way in her! Yes, she could feel his belly against the rounded tops of her asscheeks, could feel the wiry touch of his cockhairs against her shitter lips.
Brad rested only for a moment, bending back and sliding his prick halfway out, only to fuck back in savagely again. In and out, in and out, making Betty cry and choke with the assfucking strokes. The orgasm she had reached with that fiery electricity seemed to keep going on, heat slicing into the sides of her erect clit.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh, take it, Sister Betty, take it all the way up your fuckin' butt."
Betty grunted, feeling her body exploding again and again. She felt her guts blowing apart, felt Brad's fingers clawing and ripping at her flesh. And then the big stud let go, filling her shitter once, twice, then three times with spurting jolts of white-hot cum.
"Ahhhhhh!" Betty screamed, feeling an explosion of fire in her ass.
The thick, spurting globs of the big man's cum burned like acid eating into her bowels. She convulsed, her body swaying from side to side. And all the while her cunt was empty, unattended. Lightning jolts of incredible heat kept burning into her shitter, and how the woman wanted something in her pussy now!
"Good fuck, good fuckin', baby," Brad crooned, rubbing his fingers up and down her back.
"Ohhhhhh...."
Betty was sobbing, totally humiliated by the latest attack on her body and mind. How she wanted that prick to stay up her ass now. How she wanted that incredible fullness to remain. But Brad was pulling out now, rubbing her back with both hands and sliding his prick out from her distended bowels. He was nearly withdrawn when he stopped, his fingers teasing against her ass.
"Damn!" he muttered, then pulled his cock out with a fast jerk.
Betty trembled, her knees threatening to give way as Brad rushed around her to the window, threw it open, and stretched halfway out. There were sounds of a struggle, the sounds of a young woman screaming, then fighting him. Those sounds, those awful, desperately cried sounds were familiar! A shock of recognition rushed through Betty as the peeping girl was dragged over the sill and into the room.
"It's the same damned cunt who was here today," Brad muttered, pulling Kathy into the room and dumping her in front of her horrified mother.
"Kathy!" Betty exclaimed, feeling desperately ashamed of her position. Manacled chained and fucked, she was facing her daughter.
CHAPTER TEN
Brad quickly learned of the relationship as he slammed the window shut and grinned.
"A mother/daughter team," he said, scratching his chin with one hand. "Ain't seen somethin' like this since I went to a whorehouse just outside Hong Kong when I was in the Navy. Man, bet we could really get somethin' goin' here."
"Lemme go! Lemme...." Kathy was horrified at having been discovered then so rudely hauled in like this.
She started to scramble to her feet. One hard slap across the top of her head sent the teen sprawling back down on her ass, her legs spread out in front of her.
"Animal!" Betty cried, tears of horror and shame and anger rushing down her cheeks.
"Sticks 'n' stones, baby," Brad said, nudging the trembling blonde teen with the toe of one boot. He had already slipped his Levi's back up to his waist, half-zipping them up. "Your old lady digs bein' fucked in the ass. That's what you like too."
Kathy shook her head violently, eyeing her chained mother, then looking away in embarrassment.
"You know, this is the cunt I fucked like crazy this afternoon!"
"Kathy!"
Betty felt horror rushing through her veins as she looked in disbelief at her guilty daughter.
"I've known about this for a long time. I even saw you and him...." Kathy started to say.
The bitter words came up from somewhere, choking off her sentence at the end. Kathy rubbed one tear away from under her right eye, looking once more at her mother, feeling a sickening feeling at the pit of her stomach.
"No sense in feelin' bad about this," Brad said, shurring. "Get your clothes off, baby, and we'll have ourselves a party."
"I said get 'em off!"
Kathy shivered, knowing not to counter anything Brad said. Betty watched in helpless despair as her daughter proceeded to degrade herself. Quickly, the shorts, halter, panties and bra were gone, her young lithe body completely exposed. Brad stared admiringly at the naked girl-her slender thighs, her firm tits.
"Yeah, just like I remember. Man, you both got fuckin' good bodies, and I'm gonna make sure you enjoy 'em."
Taking the girl by the hair, Brad dragged Kathy screaming to the cabinet, throwing her against the wall, then opening the drawer and pulling out another set of cuffs.
"This'll keep you from gettin' into any trouble with me," he growled, fastening her wrists together behind her back once more. The girl felt the iron chafing the sensitive flesh that had been injured earlier that day by manacles. "Now, I'm gonna see somethin' I've always wanted to see since China."
Leading the girl back to the rack Brad hooked the manacles to an eyehook fastened to one side of the table, preventing her from moving forward, backward, or to either side.
"Up we go, baby, up we go and eat your daughter's pussy."
"No!"
Betty tried waddling away in that horribly awkward position. But no movement was really possible. Brad let her go for a moment, then reached down and pulled up on the chain attached to her dog collar. The woman choked, her eyes bugging out, her face reddening while she made strangled, whistling sounds in her nose. There was no choice. There just was no choice.
"Up we go." He was leading her toward the rack like a puppy, pulling on the chain, laughing as her wrist and ankle restraints clanked with each step she took.
In a moment Betty found herself up next to her daughter's legs. Kathy was groaning, keeping her legs together, looking down in horror at her bound mother.
"Come on. Have a little hair pie," Brad said, tugging up on the leather collar.
Betty cried out once more the restraint choking on her windpipe. Brad pushed Kathy down until her cunt was even with her mother's chin. The girl cried out, closing her eyes, again drawing her legs together to prevent this awful thing to happen.
"Come on, bitch, open up!"
He slapped her once, twice, three times across the face, finally knocking her thighs apart with his right fist. There was nothing Kathy could do. Sobbing, she cinched her eyes shut even tighter and let her knees fall apart. Oh God, God, she could feel her mother's breath panting against her thighs!
"Eat 'er up, baby!"
"Ohhhhh...."
Kathy couldn't believe this was happening. In a few short days, in a few short hours her life had been turned upside down. First the rape, the beatings, and now this-her own mother wedged down there between her thighs, about to eat her out. The girl strained backward, feeling her mother's nose against her cuntlips! She shivered with revulsion, her flesh crawling. Brad was reaching down, pushing Betty's head forward, rubbing her mouth against the young girl's cunt.
"No!" Betty was terrified. She could smell her daughter's cunt crack.
The girl was aroused. But was it because she had been peering in through the window at what she and Brad had been doing? Or was it because of ... of this?
"I said eat, baby," Brad growled. "Just think of my dick, think of how I'm gonna beat the snot outta you both unless you cooperate."
Swallowing hard Betty stuck out her tongue, flicking it between her daughter's curl-covered cuntlips. Almost immediately she heard Kathy groaning, saw her thighs tightening while her body trembled. Something very wet was oozing from between Kathy's young pussy lips. Oh God, it was fuck juice.
"That's it, man, lap it up," Brad said, moving behind Betty and pushing her face into her daughter's crotch harder.
"Mmmmmffffff!"
The young girl arched her back like a cat, closing her eyes then opening them again, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. The whips, the chains, the crops all danced in her mind as her mother's tongue washed up and down her pussy crack.
Kathy felt that tongue being pushed in, easing past her tense lips. Yes, she needed something, even her mother's tongue slipping into her cunt hole to take care of the burning itch that had risen. She had watched them, watched Brad torture her mother with that horrible dildo, the same one he had ripped her cherry with earlier. And when he had assfucked her, had gone crazy while fucking her again and again with his prick. Kathy knew her mother would come back here and knew she had to follow. But never had she thought things would end this way!
"Eat 'er up."
Gently Betty fitted her mouth onto her daughter's cunt and started sucking, running her tongue along the tense, rubbery cuntlips fluttering with excitement. Kathy's feet danced on the floor, her ass bouncing and rubbing against the rough edge of the rack. The girl could feel her mother's breath rustling through her hairs now. Her clit popped out, throbbing and hard. Turning to Brad, she saw him milking his prick again, that fat cock sticking straight out from between his halved Levi's. The prickhead was big and purple, pulsing with life, ready to spit out more of that whitehot jizz. Letting out another shivery moan, Kathy closed her eyes and gave herself up completely to the whirlpool of hot, swirling emotion. Yes, yes, it felt good, so very, very good.
Betty, meanwhile, was warming to the task, almost forgetting it was her daughter in that horrid position. Arching her head out and stiffening her tongue the woman licked the throbbing surface of Kathy's clit. Instantly the girl cried out, shoving her juicy cunt down as far as she could, pressing it against her mother's mouth. She was going mad with sensation. Screaming and sobbing like a wild woman, the girl tried pushing her hips down harder and faster, trying to get more tongue up her pussy. Yes, more tongue up her cunt. Again staring at Brad and his prick, she thought of how his cock would feel up her cunt. She humped up and down her mother's tongue.
Kathy came with a fury, her knees hitting Betty's cheeks again and again while her ass jiggled and danced against the rack. Exhausted and humiliated, the young woman humped and hunched, finally collapsing weakly against the rack and her mother's sucking mouth.
While Kathy was still coming down from the fantastic orgasm that her mother had given her, Brad rushed forward and pulled her mother away.
"What?" Kathy asked groggily, still so high that she wasn't sure of what was happening around her.
"Hell, bitch," Brad spat, "it's almost time for the best part of the church service to start."
"The best part?" Betty asked as Brad started unfastening the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. "What do you mean by that?"
"You came here to find religion ... to find God, Sister Betty," Brad explained, "an' that's just what you're goin' to do tonight, with a little help from the rest of the congregation."
As if a cue had been given, the door opened and several dark-robed men and women filed in. Kathy, still sitting on the rack, looked on in astonishment. What could all this mean? What had her mother gotten herself into? Dear God, what was going to happen now?
The lights in the room were extinguished and candles were lit, bathing the room in a weird light. Shadows danced about as unseen air currents licked at the flames of the individual candles. The cross against one wall was stood on end and bolted to the wall.
"What's going on?" Betty screamed. "What are all of you doing?"
"We're a church," Brad said as he pulled on his church robes. "That's what our charter from the state says. And, as a church, we must conduct services that will appear as church services to prying eyes." He shot a glance in Kathy's direction. "We have our own ways, and those ways are not for outsiders. You shall become one of us."
Betty looked at the cross and shouted, "I've changed my mind! I don't want to be part of your church. Just let me and my daughter go, and I'll promise that we'll never say anything about what you do here to the papers!"
"Too late, bitch," Brad growled.
The congregation grabbed Betty even as she tried to escape and carried her toward the cross which had been bolted to the wall. They used the chains to crucify her, to hang her on the cross like some mock-Jesus dying for their sins. The strain on her shoulders was terrible, and Betty thought for a moment that she would either pass out or sweat blood.
Kathy wanted to do something to help her mother, but there was nothing she could do. She looked over at Brad. He tossed her a church robe and smiled mockingly. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. She donned the robe and joined the others grouped around the cross.
Then they began to sing, humming really since there were no words, just a tuneless pattern that seemed to go on without end. Kathy joined in, and, to anyone passing by the window, it would have seemed to be just another church service. But it served more than just that. Kathy knew now that she wanted to be a part of this group, wanted to take part in the pleasures that they had to offer.
And, on the cross, Betty had come to the same conclusion. Looking down at the robed worshippers, she knew that she was no better than they, that she and they were cunt from the same pattern. They were worshipping her body, worshipping the things that they could do for her and worshipping the things she could do for them.
They began to touch her, rubbing their hands in the fuck juices which were flowing from her cunt. They were being cleansed in the juices of her pussy, being saved from a mundane life where nothing exciting ever happened. And she was part of it.
Betty sought out her daughter and saw her pressing forward with the others. They looked at each other.
They smiled.
After all these years, they finally understood each other.
