The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Laura Finney is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
CHAINS FOR AUNTIE--a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"What are you doing to me? Ohhhh... stop it, stop... " Carol Finney backed away from her cousin David, one hand clasped over her open mouth while the other fluttered around her torn halter. Her bare feet shuffled through the loose hay strewn across the barn floor as her eyes widened and searched for a path of escape.
"Come on, baby, come on, you've been wantin' somethin' like this a long time," David said, one hand cupped around the fly of his tight-fitting beige cutoffs.
"What... what are you talking about?" the attractive blonde teenager stammered, dropping her gaze now to David's crotch and watching his fingers rhythmically squeezing his cock and balls. Yes, she knew what he was talking about, what he wanted from her. The thought seared her mind as she kept backing away from him, her heart beating so hard that she thought it would rip through her chest.
"Come on," David said, leaning back and laughing cruelly. "The day you and your old lady came here, I saw what was on your mind. You wanna get fucked... fucked bad, fucked good and hard."
"No, no, that's not true," Carol said, shaking her head. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled, then regained her balance. David had it all wrong. She was only attracted to him innocently. She had been a good girl all her life, listening to her mother's warnings about boys, about the one thing they always wanted. "I just wanted us to be friends," she insisted, wiping the tears from under her eyes with one fist.
David laughed again.
"Don't worry about that, baby. When we get through, you and me's gonna be real, real close."
He took one step toward her. Carol gasped and flinched away, terror knifing through her. It was dark outside. She had come out to the barn after dinner just out of curiosity... that and a desire to talk to David again. She had seen him staring at her all through dinner, wiping his lips carefully and getting up without a word. Her gaze followed him out the dining room, saw him heading toward the big, red barn several hundred feet from the house. Making sure her ever-watchful mother was busy elsewhere, Carol slipped from the table, and she followed David out. No, she had no idea things would end quite like this. It was only innocent friendship she was seeking, wasn't she?
"Come on, baby, I'm gettin' tired of this cat and mouse game," David said, leaning against a low partition near the horse stalls. "You got a hot pussy and want some prick to put out the fire, right?"
"No!"
What terrible things he was saying about her! All that was untrue! "You let me go, David Jenkins! Cousin or not, I'm not going to let you do anything to me. You touch me, and I'll tell your mother!"
David's face darkened, his fingers working against the splintery wood.
"Stupid little bitch!" he growled, his lips curling down. Carol trembled, feeling as if she were about to sink into hell under his heated gaze. "You think you can threaten me with that?"
He lunged for her, his one hand catching her by the wrist before the girl had a chance to slip back into the shadows. Carol felt a sharp pain shoot up her arm and knew David was twisting her about. She doubled over, her long blonde hair splashing over her face and tangling about her throat. Carol struggled for balance as David twisted her arm a little more, laughing softly while her cries echoed through the large barn.
"No, stop it! Ohhhh, God!"
She opened her mouth once more, letting out a rush of air while her eyes closed tightly. The pain! How it made her flesh crawl as David tightened his fingers around her wrist, bruising her flesh while he kept telling her about how he was going to fuck her!
"Yeah, gonna stick my cock into you so fuckin' hard, you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week! Your old lady's gonna wanna know why you can't walk so good, either," he said, twisting her arm a little more, then letting her go suddenly.
"Ohhhh... " Carol let out a sigh of relief, holding both arms close to her belly as she sunk to the floor. David stood there, his legs spread widely apart, his hiking shoes dirty with mud while Carol knelt before him. The pain was ebbing from her elbows and arm. But the blonde teen instinctively knew her ordeal was only beginning. She could hear her cousin's heavy, unsteady breathing, could feel his body heat rising as he stood there like some conquering warrior waiting to violate her.
"Oh, please... just let me go, David. I swear I won't tell anybody about this... not even my mother. Just lemme go, and I'll leave... tomorrow... " David peered down at her, running the fingers of one hand through his thick black hair. Trembling, Carol raised her eyes to look pleadingly at the big hunky stud threatening her safety. Once more, she cringed under his heated gaze.
"Let you go? Baby, I've just started with you. You don't know it yet, but you've got one hell of a hot pussy. I can tell," he said, rubbing his nose and sniffing.
"No, you're wrong... "
"I ain't wrong about these things, baby," he went on, crossing his arms to pull his dirty t-shirt out from his shorts. Carol gasped, watching his massive hairy chest appear. The tanned flesh glistened with a thick layer of sweat. She watched as he tossed the undershirt away, then sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers began toying with the top button of his shorts. "Kinda turns you on, huh? You wonderin' what kinda cock I got down there, shovin' up against my jockstrap?"
"No!"
The ferocity of her denial seemed to indicate another feeling. Carol felt shamed beyond belief. Blood rushed to her cheeks while her heart pounded furiously. Oh, what a horrible vacation this was turning out to be. It had been her mother's idea to come out here to the high desert country for a change of scenery. Oh, if she only knew just how much of a change her daughter was getting now!
"Stop it, David!"
He looked down at her once more with a sick smile, then dropped his hands into her hair, twisting his fingers around the long, silky strands. Carol gasped, feeling the fingers tightening, then yanking hard at her hair. She winced, letting out a cry as sharp pain raced through her scalp.
"Uhhhhhh... "
"Come on, baby, kiss my shoes... that's it, get that face down there and lick 'em clean... nice and real clean."
Carol was appalled. She struggled back, her hands pressing up against her cousin's thick-muscled legs while her knees slid against the loose stubble of the barn floor. Her nostrils flared while she struggled uselessly against her cousin's strength.
It was no use. He was yanking her hair from her scalp, tearing out the strands while still drawing her face closer to his legs.
"I said come on!"
There was nothing more to be done. Carol gave up her fight, letting him pull her hair hard and draw her face up against his right leg. She could taste the warm, salty flavor of his flesh, the perspiration dampening her face.
"Now lick, baby, go on, gimme a tongue bath. I'll work your head around."
Carol felt sickened by what he was telling her to do. For an instant, the girl thought about bolting, about trying to struggle to her feet and escape her cruel cousin. But David was no fool. He still had her by the hair, controlling her every move. He would pull her hair hard again... or do something much worse. The girl just didn't want to take anymore chances. Remembering the numbing pain of the hair-pulling earlier, she did as David asked, sticking out her tongue and licking his calves, moving up to his knees, then down to his ankles. The girl stopped just short of the curled edges of his brown hiking shoes.
"Come on, baby, don't be bashful. You wanna keep me good and clean, don'tcha?"
"No, I don't!"
She twisted her head around and spat out, feeling a sour tightness rising in her throat. This was foul, foul beyond words! And David was becoming sexually aroused over this entire mess! Yes, she could tell from his voice, from the way he was breathing that he was getting a hard-on over it.
"Lick!"
She was doing it again, drawing her tongue up over the soft spots behind his knees, then moving around and lapping up, up toward his crotch! Her cousin was trembling, his breathing becoming uneven, labored as her tongue neared his shorts. Carol stopped, moving her mouth back down to his knees. Some aroma, some particular odor coming from his crotch frightened her. Yes, she could feel something stirring inside her the moment her flared nostrils took in that particular smell. Her heart quickened while a peculiar kind of warmth began spreading throughout her pussy. There was a tightness there, a kind of itchy ache developing between her trembling white legs that made her feel terribly uneasy. No, she wasn't going to pursue that feeling anymore. She instinctively knew that was the bad feeling her mother had told her about again and again after she had reached puberty.
"Clean them shoes, bitch, go on, clean 'em up real good!"
When Carol tried pulling away, he jerked her face against his right leg again, the force nearly cracking her lower lip. Groaning, the young woman did as she was told, feeling her mouth pressing up now against his brown shoelaces.
"Come on, clean it up!"
Carol wet down the cotton with her tongue, moving her mouth up and down the tops of his hiking shoes, licking the dirty leather, then moving around to the toes. When David raised his left shoe, exposing the shit-slicked sole, Carol twisted her face away once more and gagged, certain she was going to throw-up right here in front of her cousin.
"Too much for you, huh? Well, don't rightly blame you," he said, putting his shoe back down on the stubble. "I don't want that pretty mouth fucked up yet. Got other plans for it!"
Other plans? Oh, God, no! She couldn't go through with much more. Somehow she had managed to endure this horror. But nothing could make her go on this way!
Carol shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would overhear her cries even through the thick closed barn doors.
"Fuck you, bitch!"
She had taken a chance and lost! Carol leaned back, her eyes raised and taking in her cousin's big hand as it jerked high in the air. She saw the long fingers fanned out, the palm hesitating for only a moment before slicing through the shadows. Closing her eyes, Carol tried bracing herself for the blow. There was the sound of that paw-like hand hissing through the air. And then...
"Ughhhhhh!"
It was like being struck with a boulder! There was a sharp pain, followed by a loud# smacking sound. Her quavering outcry was muffled by the close surroundings. Her head snapping hard to the left, Carol thought her neck had been knocked out of joint from the force of the blow. Her body twisted halfway around, her tits jiggling in her torn halter.
"Ohhhh... ughhhh!"
Backhanded! His knuckles bruised across her chin, nearly knocking her out from their terrible force. Her body rolled the other way, her legs twisting up over one another while her arms flailed uselessly about her. Bright flashes of light blinded her, while a strange buzzing sound filled her head. She was knocked semiconscious. Once or twice, the blonde teen tried fighting up through the fog that had settled over her brain. No, she couldn't pass out, couldn't let her cousin crouch over her without having her wits about her. But the blows had been too severe. Carol felt herself falling down through some mysterious trapdoor, the blackness framing her vision finally washing over her like a giant wave.
When she awoke, the teen found herself stripped naked! Carol knew she had no clothes on the moment she came to. The sensation of cloth around her tits and thighs was gone! There was something else about her, too, something Carol couldn't quite grasp at first. But the moment the girl tried moving her hand to her face, she realized it had been tied... tied like her other arm, tied like her legs. What on earth was going on? Carol jerked her head up, blinking her eyes, looking at what had happened. Ropes! Four of them, each twisted around an arm or leg, keeping her spread-eagle there on the barn floor! She was in an empty horse stall, spread out over the itchy hay stubble, her sweaty ass rolling uncomfortably over the scratchy straw.
"What have you done?" she whispered, her eyes looking at the half-inch line twisted around her wrists.
David was crouching in the corner, smoking a long, thin cigar. She watched as he pulled the thing from his mouth, letting out a thin trail of blue smoke at her face. The smell! Oh, it was overpowering! Carol wrinkled up her nose, turning her head and coughing while her eyes teared and burned.
"It's called a double figure-eight," he said, stretching out one hand after having put the cigar back in his mouth. She trembled, feeling his callused fingertips rubbing over the ropes around her wrists. "It's one hell of a simple knot, meant to keep things in place. You ain't gonna go nowheres with this on you... same thing with your fuckin' legs. Nice legs... " Carol tugged tentatively at the ropes and saw her cousin was right. The knots seemed to tighten more painfully around her wrists and ankles the more she struggled. Finally, Carol gave up, sinking back to the floor, feeling the small pieces of straw and hay working scratchily up between the sweaty crack separating her asscheeks.
"Knew you were one hell of a looker... but, man, didn't think you were this good."
David was breathing more heavily now, moving up to her naked body. Hot flushes of shame appeared on her cheeks. He was touching her now, tracing his fingertips along the tendons of her stretched arms, his eyes glowing with lust. Again, the girl dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that bulge, that awful bulge pressing out against the thin material of his shorts. His prick!
Carol knew what a man's cock looked like. At least, she thought she knew from all those pictures in the sex education books. There were even times when Carol thought about letting her date go all the way.
Now she didn't have to worry about any moral scruples. She was bound, roped like an animal, panting there under her cousin's angry, lustful eyes. She knew he was going to rape her, going to tear away her cherry. And there was nothing she could do about it!
"Oh, man, nice, real nice skin... you got one hell of a nice pussy."
He was sliding his fingers down her tits, pausing at her nipples, touching those rubbery tips again and again until Carol felt them hardening under his caress. No, it was wrong, terribly wrong for her to be feeling something like this. But her cunt was tightening under his touch, his stare! She could feel a new kind of itchy heat starting up down there in the fuzzy bundle between her legs!
"Ohhhhhh... " she moaned.
David was purposely keeping his touch light, watching as her body rocked under his fingers. Her nipples were fully aroused now, hard and long, while a thin coating of, perspiration coated her lightly tanned flesh. Again, the girl rocked her hips, rubbing the backs of her legs over the stubble, moaning softly as she felt the subtle rubbing of her slick cunt walls against one another.
"Don't want it, eh? You don't want some big dude to fuck you, huh?"
David's fingers were leaving a trail of sensation Carol both wanted and was ashamed of! She loved the slow way his hand drew closer to her crotch. He was trailing it along the curve of her right hip, then across the wide, soft area at the tops of her thighs. There was a charge building up along the path like static electricity! Never before, never had she felt anything like it! Again, she flexed her thighs and legs, rubbing her ass over the scratchy straw. And when David touched her pussy mound, the girl thought she could feel sparks showering into the soft, warm hole.
"Uhhhhhh... "
"Jesus, baby, you got it comin' outta you bad... that juice... " He was touching her swollen cuntmouth now, rubbing his right forefinger teasingly along the puffy flesh of her outer pussylips, then squeezing the two of them together and milking more juice from her fuckhole. Carol arched her spine, wallowing her shoulder-blades against the stubble while moving her asscheeks over the barn floor. She pulled and tugged at the ropes he had secured to several large eyelets screwed into the stall walls. His touch, the chafing sensation of the rough hemp cutting into her wrists and ankles, the smell of his aroused crotch mingled with that acrid aroma of the burning cigar tobacco all combined to make a heady mixture for the girl. She rolled her head from side to side, unsure of the new, powerful feelings sweeping over her at the moment. Fucking. Now the thought didn't seem all that terrible! The thought of having a man's prick in her, David's cock in her, didn't have the terror it once held. Oh, oh, what on earth was happening to her?
CHAPTER TWO
David kept on fingering his roped cousin, drawing his hand over her cunt mound, then moving up to her tits and squeezing until her nipples popped up even more. Carol struggled helplessly under David's hard caresses, grunting, groaning, pulling at the ropes while her asscheeks slipped back and forth over the scratchy straw.
"No, ohhhh... no, you don't know... don't know what you're doing to me!"
She was licking her dry lips, feeling the muscles in her throat and shoulders tighten as her cousin began moving his fingers up to her clit. David stopped just short of touching that little bud, laughing as Carol tensed herself for the caress.
"So, you don't want it... little cunt doesn't wanna get fucked," he said, sneering down at her. "And, man, you can't get enough of me touchin' you. Fuck!" He pulled his hand away, wiping it across his shorts. "Gotta punish little cunts like you," David reached down, and he rubbed his prickhead gently with one hand while pulling out the cigar with the other. Again, her cousin puffed the smoke into her face, laughing hard as Carol choked on the acrid fumes.
"Oh, God!"
"Yeah, you're gonna be callin' out to God a lot when I get through with you. Leastways, that's what most of the cunts've done when I fuck around with 'em," David said.
Carol's forehead wrinkled, beads of cold sweat forming while she watched with panting breath. David stood over her, staring eyeball to eyeball, the blue smoke curling up from the lighted end of that horrible cigar.
"Open your mouth, baby."
What did he have in mind? Carol had no wish to find out. She clenched her teeth together, shaking her head violently.
"Don't wanna cooperate, huh? Gotta take care of that now."
His lips curled into a wicked smile. When Carol still refused to open her mouth, David reached down, clamping her nostrils shut. The girl panicked, tugging at the ropes frantically, her eyes widening, her fingers curling and the nails pressing into her palms. Carol let out muted cries, tugging her feet back, jerking her body to the right, then to the left. She had to open her mouth. There was no other recourse. She would smother if she didn't.
"Uhhhh... " David smiled at her reluctant surrender, moving the cigar around and flicking the burning ash in!
"Ugagghhhyaggghhhhh!"
It was as if she had swallowed a dozen burning coals! Arching her back once more, the girl spat out the offending ash, feeling the burning sensation still on the insides of her cheeks and the top of her tongue. Again, she struggled against the hand still holding her nostrils clamped shut. Her head spun dizzyingly around and around while her legs beat against the itchy straw stubble. Spit flecked her lips. Then he was taking another puff from that awful cigar, blowing smoke in her eyes, blinding her, moving the burning tip once more toward her mouth. She could hear David's rasping breathing, feel his terrible body warmth as he paused for a moment, deciding her fate.
"Ughhhhh!"
Another ash, this time touching her tonsils. She retched, spitting out the burned tobacco once more, jerking her head to one side. David's grip slipped, and Carol found she could breathe once more through her nostrils. She sucked in oxygen with a wheezing, gasping sound, jerking her arms once more, praying somehow the line would part and she would have a chance to escape.
"No use, baby. It's the rope dad uses for the horses out in the back pasture. It's gonna hold you 'til I'm through."
She gave up again, still afraid to turn around and have her mouth used as an ashtray.
"You know, you got real nice tits... nice nipples. Bet I could make 'em redder with this thing," David said, looking first at Carol's tit tips, then glancing at his half-burned cigar.
"No!" she gasped, cringing again under his sadistic gaze. Sweat slicked over her flesh once more, the sweat of sheer terror and despair as she watched her cousin. David stared down at his human ashtray, then began making passes with the glowing end of the cigar over her body. Carol watched with horrified, widened eyes, her head raised from the floor. He was going to burn her! Carol had read stories about Mafia men who did this kind of thing to their women to keep them in line. But she was no gang member, no threat to anyone. And still, she lay here in the barn stall, roped to the walls, spread naked, her body being tormented by this sadist with a cigar!
"Nooooooo!"
David paused at her navel, lowering the cigar until the burning tobacco was only an inch from her flesh. It felt as if it were touching! The steady warming turned into a concentrated burning sensation. Besides the horrible smell of the tobacco, Carol could now smell the acrid aroma of the fine blonde hairs of her belly singeing under the steady heat. She sucked in her stomach muscles instinctively, moving her ass to the right, watching the cigar trembling slightly in her cousin's fingers.
He moved it down, down toward the blonde fringe of her pussy mound, keeping the reddened cigar end only a quarter of an inch away from the curls. It was enough. Both Carol and he watched as the blonde hairs began blackening under the heat, withering back, burning.
"Ohhhh... stop it!"
Carol cried out again, jerking her knees together as much as she could, straining with every ounce of strength she had to break those ropes binding her. Nothing could be done! The burning sensation continued. There was the whispering crackle of more cunt hairs burning, the whimpering cries of Carol as the heat grew more and more intense. When she. began to scream again, David muttered a sharp curse, shoving the cigar back in his mouth and standing up. The girl sighed with relief, relaxing temporarily as she watched her cousin fumbling with his zipper.
Out came one of the biggest cocks she was ever to see in her life! She drew back, her eyes rounding as the thick ten-incher bobbed up and down between her cousin's legs.
"Like what you see, huh? Like havin' somethin' like this sawin' in and outta your pussy? Lots of girls around here dig it. But you're gonna get the special treatment, baby. Ain't many around these parts had me the way you're gonna have me."
Carol watched with growing fear as David stepped from his shorts, then pulled down his jockstrap. Not even that strong undergarment could contain his prick once it had gotten hot and hard! He looked at the strap for a second, then stooped down beside her, his balls nearly touching the hay-strewn floor.
"I'm fuckin' tired of you mouthin' off all the time. I like you groanin', but that's enough. This is gonna shut you up, baby, while I fuck!"
Carol protested with a scream, her cries muffled the moment David stuffed the filthy jockstrap between her lips! Almost immediately, the girl could taste something very sour washing around her mouth as the ribbed pouch wadded between her cheeks. Curling her tongue back, Carol tried pushing the awful jockstrap from her mouth. But David was twisting the legbands tightly around the back of her head, fastening them finally behind her ears to make it nearly impossible to wrench free of the filthy pouch unless she used her hands.
"Better."
The girl shut her eyes in mute defeat, tears oozing out from under her long blonde lashes. How utterly awful to be in this horrible position! This was sick, perverted! And now, as the spittle wadded up in her throat threatening to drown her, Carol eyed David's fat prick and wondered what he was going to do next.
"Got a little somethin' extra for you... somethin' I picked up at a place called the Pleasure Chest in LA last time I was down there."
He took another puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke down on the full length of his body before shuffling away from the stall for a moment. Carol sighed once more, lying flat on the stubble, her mind racing with what was happening to her! There was still a sense of unreality about it, a feeling that she was having some terrible nightmare and in a moment would awaken in the safety of her own bedroom. No, this sort of thing just couldn't be happening to her. People just didn't do this kind of thing to other people, especially in her placid, conservative family.
Carol heard the sounds of his bare feet shuffling through the straw once more. It was all too real! She saw David reappear above her, his prick still long and thick, sticking straight out from his crotch while his heavy hanging balls swung back and forth. He was holding something in both hands, the cigar still stuck in his mouth.
"We're gonna play a little rough around here, baby, usin' a couple of these."
He dropped what looked like earrings of some sort on the hay next to her. Raising her head an inch from the floor, Carol examined the rings. They had screws at the top, some sort of clamp, apparently. For a second, the girl wondered what her cousin was going to do with them. She didn't have to wait for long. David picked up one of the screw-like instruments, opening the top, then moved it over to her right nipple. The girl shivered, her head hunching down in between her narrow shoulders as she felt the cold metallic touch of the screws. David's smile quivered as he moved the large iron loop around her nipples, then begin twisting the screw around and around. Soon she felt the screw tightening around her long rubbery nipple. Carol let out a hissing gasp, throwing back her head while inching her eyes shut.
"Damn!" he spat.
David crawled over her, his knees pressing down painfully on her upper arms. Carol gasped, her mouth opening as the aching pain radiated up her arms to her shoulders. For a second, the girl thought he was going to crush her bones.
"Good cunt, good pussy, good everything about you, cousin."
Carol groaned through the spit-soaked jockstrap, jerking her head from left to right, still trying to throw the hateful gag from her mouth. David growled out something, as he brought the flat of his left hand hard against her cheek, then backhanded her once more. His knuckles bruised her flesh, knocking the senses nearly from her head. Carol felt the painful heat of those slaps and groaned with protest through the jockstrap gag.
"Uuufuuffff!"
But now there was something else in her, another kind of warmth, a heat that made all other concerns seem to fade. It was that heat between her white, shivering, bound legs, the heat that was like a quivering tongue of fire lapping up to her clit. She moved her legs again, feeling that wonderful rubbing sensation of her cuntlips against her stiffening clit.
"Wanna be fucked like a wild animal, huh?" David said, noticing the way she was moving her thighs around, rubbing her ass-cheeks against the straw while still tugging at the ropes. "Okay, baby, when I get through with you, you won't need a prick for a month."
Carol's body squirmed and strained under his hands as he pawed her shoulders, her tits, her thighs. In a moment, David was sliding his jagged thumbnails along the puffed edges of her cuntlips, pulling them stickily apart. She sighed through the gag, feeling the cool air touching her warm, moist cunt. What was happening to her?
"Uhhhhhh... " David snarled, reaching down with one hand to pull the gag from her mouth temporarily. Carol began to scream, her cry cut off by his mouth as he dropped down.
"Nnoooofffff!"
David was kissing her hard, savagely, his teeth grating against hers. His tongue scraped along the pink ridges of her gums, then moved back, back down into her throat, touching her tonsils before flicking forward. Carol squirmed again, trying at times to bite that awful tongue, to fight back, to claw for her dignity. But nothing helped. David was only too sure of how she would react and laughed at her futile attempts to punish him. His hands were pawing her freely, squeezing her asscheeks, roaming around her thighs, searching up to her nipples and touching them, tugging at that one ring that squeezed her tit tip. The pressure of his fingers, that tongue searching around in her mouth only helped to enflame the lust she felt building higher and higher between her legs.
"Uhhhhhh... " The sounds coming from Carol's mouth could have been screams, could have been moans. She didn't know, didn't want to know. Her feelings were so mixed up, so turned around by the wild fire burning inside her.
"Uuuuufffff!"
Carol tasted saliva, her spit, his spit, all mixed together in this horror show. And yet it wasn't so much a horror show. She felt those flames of lust thrilling through her body, making her virginal cunt lining seep with more and more hot juices. This was her cousin. And yet her body knew nothing about incest, about the kind of awful perversion her cousin was forcing onto her. Perversion? Oh, it was so confusing, so mixed up! Carol couldn't sort this out... not just yet!
"Nmmmmmfffff!"
And then she found David sitting on her chest, the cigar back in his mouth and tilted slightly upward while his hands began pushing her tits inward, together. When he rose slightly from her upper belly his prick slipped in between. With another move, her cousin turned her nipples around so they touched his cock. Back and forth, back and forth he pistoned his prick against her nipples, throwing his head back and letting out sighs around his cigar.
"Ohhhhhh!" he gasped.
There were no more cries for help, no more screams for him to let her go. Something had happened to her, something both horrible and wonderful! Carol felt her body burning, completely on fire, singeing her brain with delight. The ropes were no longer restraints, but added a new, peppery dimension to the forbidden delights she was already feeling. She twitched and jerked under him, the hot, tight, itchy feeling between her legs becoming almost unbearable!
"Noooooo... " Carol found herself thrashing against the ropes with undisguised lust.
"More, baby? You want more?"
David hunched forward again. This time his prickhead touched the girl's chin. Carol shuddered, smelling the arousal wafting from the boy's hairy groin. She felt the drag of his leathery balls over her chest, felt his cock rubbing so delightfully over her tits, setting her nipples on fire! He kept doing that, humping his prick back and forth, watching as her face slackened with lust. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth while her hips slid from left to right.
Moving back a little, David let go of her tits, letting them roll back to their original high-riding positions. His fat cock jumped up, jerking, the dark blue veins throbbing hard against the tight prickskin. Carol licked her lips, unsure of what she was supposed to feel or do. There was little time for pondering. David took up another screw, opening it as he slid to one side and tugged her thighs a little farther apart. In a moment, Carol felt him fingering her right cuntlip, touching the sensitive flesh with the cold metal object. He was screwing the thing on tighter and tighter, just as he had with her nipple. "Yeah... " Carol ground her teeth together, feeling the weight of that round screwing object tugging her cuntlip away from the warm, moist center of her fuckslit. More stubble worked its way into her asshole as David picked up a third screw, examined it, then dropped it down to her left cuntlip.
"Ohhhhh... no, no!"
Carol tilted her chin up, straining to be quiet as her cousin screwed the iron ring to her pussylip, then let it fall to one side. She was wide open, a virgin whose cunt was exposed to her cousin's prick. The thought sliced into her thoughts, making her howl with disgust and anger. David slapped her once, twice, then gave up and slid the jockstrap back down into her mouth, stuffing the dirty, sweat-stained pouch down her throat. Carol gagged, shaking her head violently, once again trying to rid herself of the foul-tasting gag.
"Mmmmfmfmffff!"
There was one more screw, this one attached to her other nipple. What on earth was he doing to her? Again blinking away the hot, blinding tears, Carol looked up and watched her cousin draw the cigar slowly from between his lips and drop it down to her right nipple. But instead of touching the burning tip to the rubbery nub, David moved the cigar to the left, touching the iron ring screwed tightly to her nipple.
At first there was nothing. But quickly, the iron heated.
"You're gonna feel it, feel it real good, Carol. And now you're gonna know the kinda good fuckin' I dig."
CHAPTER THREE
"Yeah, this country needs another good five-cent cigar... but they're gone, like two-dollar whores. But we got horny cousins instead," David said, watching as the cigar heated up the small iron ring.
Carol moaned, her back arching, her shoulder blades scraping over the ground as the ring heated up. She let out a deep breath, her rib cage expanding and rising with the air she sucked in through her nostrils. She grimaced, her head shaking with the agony sizzling through her body. And how her clit expanded, stiffened under the burning pain. David was warming up to the scene, his cock jumping at attention, a small opaque droplet forming at the tip. He knew Carol was suffering a pleasurable pain, a kind of agony that she knew nothing of. He could see the questioning in her tear-filled eyes, a questioning about the feelings coursing through her body. Sucking in another deep breath, the young, handsome stud kept the cigar pressed against the silver ring, watching her nipples become darker red while her chest heaved mightily with each wheezing breath she took.
"Uuufuufuufffff!"
When Carol's moans became too great, when the pain threatened to numb her brain completely, David withdrew the cigar, taking a long puff on it, then blowing the blue-gray smoke into her face. Flicking the hot ashes off on her belly and watching the girl tremble under the burning attack, David then dropped the cigar back to the other nipple, pressing the smoking end against the screwed-on ring. Carol lifted her head a little, staring wide-eyed at the horrible cigar causing her so much agony. She was making guttural sounds through the jockstrap gagging her mouth, looking pleadingly up at her cousin, then dropping her eyes once more to her injured tits. Her wrists twisted around in the ropes, the line chafing her flesh while her ankles tugged and yanked at the restraining hemp.
"A good, hot cigar... that's what you needed, baby, somethin' to warm you up. And, man, you're hotter 'n fuckin' shit now. Baby, you probably could light off a Goddamned refinery by now."
The burning sensation was stunning! Carol humped her body as best she could, twisting against the ropes, trying desperately to work her way away from the burning cigar. How the iron stung her nipples, burned her flesh while, all the time, David stared laughingly at her. Pulling the cigar away from her injured nipple, David took yet another drag, caressing his prick with his free hand, greasing down the long stalk with the cum oozing from his piss-slit. All the time, Carol waited to feel his cock slicing into her, spearing through her cherry, making her bleed.
"Had enough of this, baby. Gotta take care of you now, or I'm gonna pop off right here 'n now," David said.
Carol watched as he crushed out that horrible cigar in the dirt. Reaching around, he fumbled with the ropes binding her wrists, sliding the line around until he finally untied the hemp.
"You ain't gonna fight me now, baby. You want it so bad, you'd get down on your fuckin' knees and beg for it if you could."
"Mmmfmmffffff!"
Horrible, perverted liar! No, that wasn't true! He was confusing her, telling her all sorts of things that were shattering her mind. She wasn't that kind of girl, not the kind her mother kept warning her against. All this pain, all this... this bondage was confusing her terribly!
"I know you don't believe it, bitch, but it's true. Come on, I'll show you."
The ropes were off. Carol could have defended herself as best she could, perhaps even have knocked him away, untied her ankles and escaped. But instead, she lay there, panting heavily, her mind exploding with all sorts of mixed feelings. In a moment, David was back on top of her, his knees pressing painfully into her arms again. She felt his fingers reaching down, grabbing her long blonde hair, painfully yanking her head this way and that.
"You know what you're gonna do first? You're gonna take my prick into your mouth and suck it 'til I tell you to stop. I'm gonna ram this cock down your throat, and if you choke... well, baby, that's your problem!"
The jockstrap was torn from her mouth. Again, the girl spat violently, screaming for help once more. Her face was wet, streaked with perspiration, her blonde hair fanned out on the loose straw beneath her. She saw that hungry stare in those wolfish eyes of her cousin.
"Oh, God, God, don't do that to me! Not that, not... not sucking... oh, please," the girl begged, her voice strained and high-pitched.
"Givin' head, baby. That's what it's called. It's fuckin' good, too... man, sometimes some guys like it better 'n fuckin'. And," David added, narrowing his eyes with a warning expression crossing his handsome face, "you try somethin' funny, like bitin' down, and I swear I'll knock every fuckin' tooth loose in your head. And that'll only be the start."
Carol could see David wasn't joking. With a shudder, the girl lay back, feeling his fingers tightening around her hair. His knees pressed into her upper arm muscles even harder as he rocked forward, his ass rising up from her chest. The one hand twisted around more tightly in the blonde strands, causing Carol to let out another groan of pain. David was moving up, prodding her tight lips with the purple, throbbing head. She could feel some liquid, something wet brushing over her mouth. Cum!
"Nooo!"
That hand was holding her hair more tightly, tugging her head up, letting her lips rub hard against his cockhead. Carol groaned, trying again to jerk her head away from those cruel hands and finding there was no escape. More tears oozed down her flushed cheeks.
"Open that fuckin' mouth, baby. Open it up or I'll knock it open."
His voice was heavy with menace. Carol stared up, seeing his prick trembling with excitement, its big, ropelike veins standing out in a lacey network just under the surface of his dark pink flesh. Carol could see the rising pleasure in her cousin's eyes, the pleasure of fucking a woman in the mouth!
"Open up!"
Carol still stared at his massive cock, seeing it with a mixture of fascination and repulsion. Her eyes were nearly crossed in concentration, while her body perspired from the steady arousal. Yes, arousal. Flesh against flesh, the kind of feeling she used to fantasize about in her lonely bed long after her mother had given one of her usual boring moral lectures and gone to bed. But this... this kind of thing here with her cousin was something else!
"Oooooohhh!" Carol moaned.
Fresh surges of delight washed through her cunt, making the lining seep out more hot juices that trickled maddeningly through her singed pussyhairs. Still the girl could feel the heat from that cigar, that terrible burning shaft of tobacco that burned her pussy and tits. The air was thick with the aroma of their aroused bodies and the stale smell of burned tobacco and flesh. And now... now her cousin was going to ram his cock down her throat, shove it past her lips and into her mouth! He was sliding his prickhead back and forth, back and forth along her lips. Each time it moved, more of that salty tasting liquid oozed from his piss-slit and coated her lips.
"Noooo!"
David was jerking her head up again. What was the use? Why bother to fight? Any resistance would only cause her more pain, more distress. Carol opened her mouth in complete submission. She knew full well that David would beat her senseless rather than give up on this idea. She was surviving within insanity, living from second to second. Until she was freed, until sanity was restored, she had to go on doing whatever her tormentor demanded of her.
"Yeah, yahhhh... " David was murmuring, sliding his prick back and forth, reaching back with one of his hands. She felt his fingers stroking her cunt hairs, moving dangerously close to her clit. Carol found herself tensing her ass muscles in anticipatory excitement, the tendons pushing out from her muscles and pressing against her damp flesh. David was touching her clit now, rubbing the wet, rounded head with one hand, stroking it until Carol found herself sighing with unspeakable delight. She had done the same thing at times in her bed, playing with herself until the night itself exploded into a myriad of colors. But that was something else, something private. Here was her cousin doing something that only her future husband should be doing!
"Uhhhhhh... " David was showing his cruelty once more, pinching her clit, twisting it.
"Maybe I should've put a screw on your clit. Yeah, gotta think about that the next time I've got you down here!"
She could feel the increased sexual heat from his body burning into her flesh, warming her until she was awash with perspiration! Ringlets of her blonde hair clung damply to her forehead as straw stubble appeared glued to her hips and asscheeks. David was smiling weakly, shaking the sweat from his face, then slowly moving his prickhead back up to her lips.
"No!"
But her heart wasn't in the denial. David was pinching her clit, twisting it gently, then roughly, stroking it until Carol couldn't control her body movements.
"God... yeah, that's it, keep suckin' like that," David hissed through his clenched teeth, his head tilted back slightly, his eyes closed.
She had done it, had actually done it! Carol felt his fat cockhead resting against the top of her tongue, pressing against her palate. David's fingers tightened around her clit while her lips pressed the head of his prick between them. David was telling her to do all sorts of things, things she couldn't quite understand. When she failed to respond quickly enough, the young stud pinched her clit harder, sending sparks of pain and pleasure rushing into her cunt. Moaning, the girl corrected her actions. "Ohhfhhfhffffff!"
Carol felt her cheeks puff out from the hunk of prickmeat sawing in and out of her mouth. God, it was hard to breathe with that hunk of cock stuffed between her lips. They stretched to the tearing point, spittle oozing out from the corners and trickling down her throat and chin. Her nostrils flared, burning with the oxygen she sucked in to feed her twisting body. Carol wriggled her tongue sexily back and forth over the underside of David's prick just as he told her, careful to rub the tip over the tiny, super-sensitive groove dividing his head into two blood-heavy lobes.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's the way... uhh... that's the way to give good head! Man, oh, man, move it around like that, tighten them lips... ooooohhh, yeah, yeah, that's it, yeahhhh... " David was bouncing his ass up and down against her chest, shoving his prick down, down, until Carol felt his cockhead touching her tonsils! With a growl, David pushed down with all his might, throating her, rubbing the hairs of his groin against her nostrils!
"Uhhhhhhhhhffff!"
The pain of her clit being twisted around, the sensation of David's fingers in her pussy while those awful screws still tugged at her cuntlips and nipples added to the excitement of the situation. She sighed, happy to be filling her mouth with his huge hunk of prickmeat. Her reality had been twisted about, turned around, completely changed by the destructive sex forced onto her by her cousin. Yes, this was wonderful, the best thing to have happened to her in her life!
"Take it all, take it all!"
David was stuffing his prick down her throat again and again, pounding her nose and lips with his groin, his balls slapping wetly against her chin and throat. There were times when Carol thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore. But there was still more, more of that prick, more to endure from her cousin.
"Mmmmffffff!"
David kept it down her throat, pressing his groin heavily against her face. Carol groaned, her nose flattening against his crotch, her nostrils tickling under the steady rubbing of his cockhairs. She shuddered, feeling the power of his cock as it jerked and twitched between her gumming lips.
"Yeahhhh, baby, oh, man, you got some-thin' there. You sure you ain't never done somethin' like this before?" David asked, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.
Carol wanted to answer no, but his prick kept her from saying anything. Oh, the girl was still unable to understand why she was enjoying all this. She knew she should have been horrified, should have taken her chances and bit down on that offending cock sawing back and forth through her mouth. But instead, she was loving it. The weight, the heft, the bulk and heat of his heavy prick clogging her mouth sent Shockwave after Shockwave through her. In a flash, Carol realized she was feeling miniature versions of the climaxes she had enjoyed by herself. That steady aching tingling was there, a promise of something far more powerful to come!
"Oooooffff!"
Just sucking a prick was doing this to her. Oh, how that thick cockshaft was rubbing deeper and deeper down her throat.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" David cried, throwing his head back and feeding her his prickmeat faster and harder. The slapping of his balls increased against her face while he bit her again and again with his opened hands. It was all so rhythmic, the blows, the fucking moves of his groin, the slapping of his balls against her chin. And still her clit burned bright red while her mouth kept on sucking his cock.
"Mmmmmffffff!"
Carol twisted her body around while her mouth kept pulling more of her cousin's jerking prick into her throat. She let her tongue roll over it again and again, drawing more juice from the slit. How odd the flavor was-- somewhat salty, somewhat bleachy. It made her want to swallow, and swallow again. In a moment, the teen realized she had coated her mouth, throat and stomach with her cousin's jizz.
"Ohhhh, shit, baby, shit!" David cried, twisting his thighs around in a rotary motion. He was stirring his cock around in her mouth like a spoon, watching as her cheeks puffed out from his revolving prickhead. This new move excited the girl even more. She didn't know why this was. But the slapping of her face with his hand, his pawing, the way he revolved his cock around in her mouth added zest to everything. The teen loved this fucking of her mouth almost as much as she thought she would enjoy having his prick raping through her cunt.
"Yeah, more, baby, come on, gimme more suction, gimme that head, bitch! Come on, get it on, baby, get it really goin' for me!"
David was nearly yelling now, slapping her face again and again until the stinging was gone, replaced by a kind of pleasant numbness. The more he slapped her, the harder his fanned-out fingers struck her reddening cheeks, the stronger she sucked, her mouth gumming hard around David's sawing prick.
"Fuck, baby, yeahhhh, yeahhhh... " His asscheeks bounced sweatily up and down over her chest, his knees hurting her upper arms more and more. But Carol didn't care. All she wanted was his prick pounding against her tonsils, that wonderful cock throating her while his balls dragged so sexily over her chin and throat.
"Ummmmfmffffff!"
"Touch my balls, baby, get those hands up and finger my balls. And if you try anything funny, remember what I said before."
Carol moved her fingers about until she felt his leathery ball-sac against her fingertips. She squeezed and pumped it without knowing what she should really do. From the pleasurable moans that David breathed above her, Carol guessed she was doing the right thing.
"Yeahhh, just like that... milk 'em like that, make me feel good all over!"
A wild heat was burning through her body now, threatening to erupt into a wild orgasm. Carol could feel her pussy walls trembling under the increased excitement, could nearly hear them slapping together, the muscles cramping, tightening, milking for something that wasn't there. A prick! That cock now filling her mouth, threatening to choke the air from her lungs! Carol curled her toes until they cramped as David bent forward a little more. His hands gripped her hair harder while he kept thrusting his mighty prick into her sucking throat without a break in his mouth-fucking rhythm.
"No, baby," David suddenly insisted, sitting up and purposely pulling his cock from her wet, sucking mouth.
"Nooooo... " Carol was actually protesting about having that dick drawn from between her lips. What was she becoming? Blinking, staring up at her cousin, she saw his fat cockshaft glistening with her spit, the veins throbbing in time with his beating heart. How dark and purple that head was, dripping with her spit, with his cum! Looking down at her, David began using his prickhead to draw circles around her hard nipples, leaving trails of pre-cum around the areolas.
Soon! It had to be soon. Carol knew her cousin couldn't hold out much longer. He was moaning, afraid to touch his prick too much for fear of setting it off. Ohhhh, and it was going to explode, too, with the violence of nitroglycerin, and blow up in her pussy! Just the thought of that sent the virgin teen off into a frenzy of lusty writhings.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Yaggghghhhhh!"
Carol screamed once more as David reached behind and tweaked her clit hard. Her knees shot up, her ankles jerking at the ropes still bound to her feet. Once more, the girl thought of screaming for help. She didn't really want her cousin raping her, hurting her anymore. Or was that really the truth? The only sounds she seemed capable of making now were the panting cries of enjoyment caused by his cruelty. She loved the pressure of his cockhead rubbing up against her tits, enjoyed even the pain of his fingers as they tormented her clit.
"Gettin' ready for my prick, baby? You got the idea of havin' a cock up your cunt fixed in your Goddamned mind?"
With that, David leaned down, and he sucked at one nipple, screw attachment and all. He chewed on her swollen tit tip, letting his teeth injure the nipple until Carol was screaming once more with agony.
"Yaggghhghhheeaaghghh!" David didn't lose a stroke, moving back suddenly and gripping her hard by both knees. In a second, he was diving down into her pussy, sliding the tip of his tongue around the sensitive flesh separating her outer cuntlips from her inner cuntlips. Carol's eyes bugged out, her mouth dropping open, while a gasp escaped her throat. The girl jerked her knees up again, her ankles tugging on the ropes as his tongue scoured her pussy. "Nooooo!"
A mouth on her cunt, a tongue licking up and down her pussy, the saliva dripping into her hot fuckhole, mixing strangely with her juices and dribbling down into her asscrack! Carol wanted to scream. But the cries now wouldn't be those of agony. Hot, slippery juice oozed from her fuckhole, coating David's licking tongue. She could feel the stubble on his cheeks against her inner thighs, felt his fingers pressing against her tightening muscles while he sucked like a leech onto her pussy!
"Oooooooohhh nooooo!"
It was starting to feel all itchy and hot deep down inside her body! Carol felt herself swirling, the world blowing up all around her. She was spinning around and around as the smooth rub of David's lips forced her cuntlips apart even more. How her pussy was swelling, or so it seemed, under the constant touching and licking of her cousin's tongue!
"Ummmmmm... " the blonde moaned.
Carol licked her dry lips once more, her chest heaving as the young stud moved his head from side to side. He was burrowing deeper, his tongue curling, licking, searching as if there were something precious hidden there in her soppy cunthole! Oh, the tickling of his kisses against her pussy was so much different, so much more exciting than the harder mouth fucking he had tormented her with. Every move, every second was opening whole new delights to the frantic teen.
"Like it, baby, like it?"
She couldn't tell him, she just couldn't! But the way he was licking deep into her pussy, searching for all the right, hot places made her feel so wonderful. Then she felt him rimming the rubbery, tense edges of her cuntmouth with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened, a thrill of delightful joy sweeping her into another dimension.
"Ohhhhhhh, no, don't, don't do this to me anymore, David. Oh, please," she begged.
"Don't worry about it, baby. You ain't got no choice here."
He was exploring her, tonguing her hard, then driving his lips up, up to her clit. When Carol felt his mustache tickling her sex spindle, the girl began hunching her hips, driving them up and down in a fucking movement. David knew she was more than ready for a fuck.
"Gonna take care of you now, baby, gonna make sure you have a real good time around here."
"What?"
He had withdrawn from her cunt and now pulled several pussy hairs from between his front teeth. He was reaching down between her thighs, digging his fingers into her plump, firm asscheeks for better leverage. Then the girl felt him shoving one finger into her pussy. Tensing, Carol screwed up her eyes, her face becoming a mask of concentration. She could feel his nail scraping along her seepy cunt lining, the tip sliding farther and farther along until... she felt it touch her cherry!
"Oh, please, nooo!"
"Get ready for it, baby, get ready for it!"
"Stop it, David, please!"
She writhed violently, trying to tuck her ass away from the offending finger. She was sobbing now, her forehead wrinkled in fear while her eyes rounded.
"No, don't!"
But there was no stopping her cousin. David shoved in a little more, his fingertip making the tiny membrane concave toward her gut. For another second, the two of them lay suspended in limbo. Then Carol felt him twisting his finger around and around, the nail cutting into the tiny membrane. He was going to pop her cherry with his finger, end her innocence with his hand!
"Noooo... agggghghhhhhh!"
And now she was raped, her cherry torn away by a finger! Flashing lights popped in front of her eyes as his finger tore away a part of her body, then plunged down into the secret depths of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, no," the girl sobbed, rolling her head from side to side.
"Yeahhhhh, Carol, babes. Don't like gettin' messed up when I'm fuckin' a hot bitch like you."
He was wiping what little blood there was on the hay, examining his finger, then mounting his cousin once more.
"Oh, no more, no more," Carol gasped, sobbing with new horror and humiliation.
"And now, baby, just what you've been waitin' for," David said, his hands braced on her narrow shoulders, his knees pressing hers farther apart.
"Oh, no, no!"
Carol tossed her head from side to side, feeling her cuntlips flatten back, feeling his prick-head shoving down and into her soppy cunt-hole. Yes, yes, he was fucking her, sliding his long, thick cock into her body. Oh, she felt as if he were tearing her in two, ripping her into ragged halves.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh, baby, yeahhh, take it all."
' Her cousin was pushing his fingers through her dampened blonde hair, holding her head tightly while shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. And then he gave another shove with his hips, pushing yet more of his throbbing, greasy prickmeat into her cunt.
"Oh, God, it's going... going in!" Carol gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Yeah, and feels real good, don't it?"
"Oh, no, no!"
But she was lying again. It was one of the best sensations she had felt in a long time! Something was finally scratching that aching itch that had driven her half mad! Something was filling her up, stretching her cunt until she thought it was going to tear! And still David was shoving more prick into her, holding her, pumping his cockmeat down and into her pussy. Carol felt her big ass muscles cramping while she pulled at her leg bounds once again. Oh, if only she could hook her legs around his back, hold him closer to her while he kept on fucking her tight little cunt!
"Mmmmmmmm... " Carol moved her hips as much as she could, feeling his hard cockshaft pushing up against the pink, moist lining of her pussy. A series of small spasms took her breath away! Carol looked up questioningly at her big, handsome cousin, seeing that he had closed his eyes and apparently was in another world.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're nice and hot and tight and fine!"
Oh, how tight her cunt was around the blood-heavy cock filling her! Carol wished she could relax more, could take his prick more easily. But he had just torn her cherry away. She was tight, very tight. And perhaps that made this initial fucking all the more exciting. Ohhhh, and how his cock seemed to be taking over her body! The girl felt as if she had no will of her own. The only thing that mattered was that hard, hot thing sinking into her pussy like a heated branding iron through a tub of butter.
"Huuuuunnnhhhhh!" Carol gasped, again thinking of her body being divided into halves. The pressure was growing deep inside her. There were times when her cunt muscles cramped down hard on his invading prick, making her wince in a combination of pleasure and pain. Desperately, the girl tried shifting her position, tilting her pussy as much as she could under the circumstances to ease the tension in her cunt. But David's body was too hard, too heavy, too insistent for her to do much. Lying there covered with straw stubble and sweat, Carol could only take whatever her cousin would give her!
"Ohhhh, yeahhh... nice, tight virgin cunt, real nice!"
Then David dropped his head and clamped his mouth against Carol's once more. His tongue stuck back down her throat as if it were trying to touch her belly. He was shuddering as Carol's cunt muscles began fluttering, milking at his sinking cock. Even with her outer cunt-lips tugged open by those horrible screws, Carol's pussy walls squeezed tightly around his thrusting prick, the slick lining pressing up against his cockshaft, sucking on it like a big, hungry mouth.
"No, David, no... oh, God, what are you doing to me?" Carol cried once more in a shivery gasp.
She felt herself totally pierced now, completely split in half the moment she felt his balls squeezing up against her groin. Yes, his prick was all the way in her, shoved all the way into her body! Carol thought about it, thought about the full length and thickness of his cock. Ten inches! Ten inches of greased prickmeat shoved into her! My God! Something that big should have killed her, injured something deep inside her. But instead of feeling pain, instead of feeling some kind of hurt, Carol could only feel pleasure overtaking her as David's cock jerked and twitched like some tiny, frightened animal in her pussy! She shifted her ass around on the scratchy hay, feeling an aching pain in her shoulders and back from being tied up for so long.
"Okay, baby, now we're gonna stop with the fuckin' around. Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be fucked, really fucked," David whispered in her ear, flicking it with his tongue.
Carol arched her back, her eyelids fluttering as she felt her cousin easing back a little. David flexed his hairy, muscular asscheeks, pulling out his fat prickhead inch by agonizing inch. It was so weird, like having some huge sucking mouth vacuuming her cunt! Carol groaned, jerking her ass from left to right, feeling her elastic pussy walls stretching back together behind his retreating prickhead. And all that juice! Oh, God, it was oozing out of her, dribbling down her asscheeks and leaking into her asscrack and shitter! Carol took in another deep, shuddering breath, feeling as if she were coming apart.
"Oh, no, no, don't take it out! Oh, please, don't take it out!"
What was she saying?
"Like it, eh, baby? Like havin' your cunt split like that? I knew you would," David said, laughing at her, then squeezing her tits with both hands until she yelped like a kicked puppy.
"Eeehehahhah!"
"Take it all, baby, take it all!"
David stopped pulling his prick out halfway, pausing for a moment, then flexing his powerful thighs and shoving his cock back in. Carol grunted, tilting her head back and cinching her eyes shut as she felt her body filling up with his massive prick once more. How all the nerve endings in her pussy stood up on end, twitching and spasming while her clit tweaked with lust.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" her cousin grunted.
David began to establish a rhythm now, a fucking rhythm, while he bit and chewed her nipples, his lips tugging at the rings on the rubbery tips. Carol didn't care about the pain, about the humiliation of still being roped to the sides of that stall. All she could think of was the itchy fire turning into an inferno between her spread legs. Her tendons once again pressed out against her flesh while his prick thrust faster and faster through her tight little cunthole.
"In, baby, goin' in!"
"In, in," Carol repeated mindlessly, bubbling and gurgling meaningless phrases as his prick drove her closer and closer to sexual madness. In a wild moment, Carol instinctively knew she was going to have the biggest, most powerful climax of her young life. He was fucking her high now, his fingers gripping her tits, squeezing them hard while his prick slammed again and again into the teen's violated, soppy cunt. And then... David slowed down... slowed down and began pulling out once more. Carol thought she was going to go out of her mind. She felt that whirling ball of sexual hunger start to slip, start to unravel in her belly. She was ready for the climax, ready to feel herself whirling around in a sea of insane delight. And now he was taking that pleasure away from her! "No, no!"
She was shouting at him now, gripping his arms and trying to hunch back onto his retreating prick. Opening her eyes, the exhausted teen could see a cruel smile on David's face. He loved this, teasing her, keeping that delightful climax inches away from the curled, clawing fingers. Oh God, how she hated him! How she wanted to claw those clear, blue eyes out from his handsome face!
"Noooo!" she shouted again, closing her eyes in sexual agony and thrusting her plump asscheeks up in the air.
"Want it bad? Then take it!"
Carol let out a sharp gurgling cry the moment his plumlike prickhead slipped back into her sucking hole.
"Oh, yes, yes, yessss... " She was shameless, acting in this horrible, sluttish way. Yes, she knew quite well what kind of girls twisted around like this, what kind of girls loved having their pussies fucked brutally like this and still kept asking for more. But Carol couldn't stop herself, couldn't deny the hot feelings scorching her veins, rushing through her body, destroying what little morality was left.
"Fuck, fuck... " she muttered.
Nothing mattered anymore except his prick, that wonderful cock rubbing such life into her pussy! And it was going to happen. Yes, it was going to happen now! She could feel the hot tension building in her like a bomb ready to go off. And this time David wasn't going to cheat her of her climax. No. She could see he was as eager to get off as she! His face was white with lust, his eyes closed, his hips working like pile-drivers, sending his cockmeat skillfully into her pussy while his high-riding balls slapped again and again against her jiggling asscheeks. Sweat burned into her eyes and nostrils as she felt the sexy rub of his flesh against hers.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!"
She was moaning that wonderful, terrible word, her head snapping from side to side, her blonde hair tangling around her throat.
"Good, baby, good, come on, come on, make it, gonna fill you up with my stuff!"
For an agonizing moment, Carol hung there, suspended as if between two worlds. She felt her cunt tighten up like an overwound spring, felt the breath squeezed out of her. There was an incredible white-hot itch, a hard ache that seemed to last an eternity. Then the room exploded into a rainbow of throbbing colors. Someone was screaming and laughing. It was her own voice, her own cries. She heard them as if from a distance as her climax began!
"Yyyayyayaghghghhhhh! Huhhhhrrrrr! Eaagghghgh!"
Nothing, nothing in the world could have matched the wildness she felt rushing through her veins. Her body jerked and twitched about the stall as if someone had attached a live wire to her legs. In a moment, David reached the climax he had been working toward, his head snapping back, his thighs grinding against Carol's groin while his balls tightened and sent a load of red-hot cum gushing through his prickhead. When Carol felt the first splatters of jizz against her pussy walls, the girl went mad once more, spinning off into another series of mind-bending spasms.
"Ohhhhahahhayaaagghghhh!" The two of them shouted and jerked against one another, their bodies becoming a tangle of arms, bellies and legs. Still heaving and gasping, Carol saw whirling stars explode in her head minutes after her climax had begun. How long her massive orgasm had lasted she didn't know. Eventually, the spasms died away. The attack had ended and, exhausted, Carol sank back, her legs dangling lifelessly from the ropes still tied to the stall wall.
"Whew! You're one hell of a bitch to ride," David commented, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand as he pulled slowly from her cunt.
"Uhhhhh," Carol shivered, her body shuddering under the withdrawal.
"That's that, baby... leastwise, for tonight," David commented after resting a short while. Carol lay there, filling her lungs, trying to get back some sense of balance into her mind while her cousin began untying the ropes still fastened to her ankles. When they dropped off, her legs fell to the floor. Oh, it would be hours, it seemed, before she would have the strength to walk out of there. "And don't you get no ideas about tellin' your old lady. It wouldn't look good, anyways. And I'd just say you were after gettin' fucked. All I did was deliver," David added, flashing her that awful smirk.
"Please... just leave me alone," she begged, draping one arm over her eyes and feeling just a little bit sick.
"For now, baby, for now."
He dressed quickly, stepping over her, casting one last look down, then leaving the barn. Carol lay there for God only knew how long, trying to take in what had happened-- the beating, the roping, the raping! How would she ever survive this? With a choked sob, Carol rolled half over, feeling as if her world were somehow coming to an end.
CHAPTER FIVE
Laura Finney sat at the edge of the living room couch, a vodka collins in her hand half-empty, her eyes fastened on the darkened yawning fireplace in front of her. Why did she have to feel this now, why? The thought kept rattling around in her head as she drew the glass to her lips and took another swallow of the cold, strangely burning liquid. She sighed, leaning back on the sofa, feeling her firm, supple ass sinking comfortably into the soft cushions as the big clock behind her ticked steadily. No one was about, it seemed, no one.
It was nearly midnight. Carol had come in earlier, said goodnight, and rushed up the stairs without further comment. That was fine. Laura was in no mood to talk now. She had come out here with her daughter for a visit, for a chance to get away from all the temptations of the city. She had come out here to visit her sister, to tell her, perhaps, of the doubts she had of keeping her self-imposed celibacy ever since her husband, Matt, had died nearly five years ago. But Jenny was gone now, away at some clinic up north for some breathing problem. And there she was, alone in this big ranch house with no one except that snotty little nephew of hers and Jack.
"Uhhhhhh... " She breathed out a sigh softly, taking another drink. Why did she have to find temptation all around her? Why couldn't she just accept the fact that her brother-in-law was a hunky, handsome young man and leave it at that? Why did she find herself appraising him at every chance she had, eyeing him, wondering about what kind of lover he would make?
"Damn!"
Tilting back her head, Laura finished the drink, stood up and walked a little unsteadily to the bar to make herself another. Jenny would be back in two days. Surely she could keep her sense of balance, her sense of reality intact for that long! But then there was that damned hot little itch, that tingle which was getting worse and worse. She should have been able to control something like that. After all, she was a mature woman, someone who should be able to master these kind of things. Well, wasn't she?
Trying to steady herself, Laura fixed another drink, watching as the clear vodka splashed merrily over the melting ice cubes. She had enjoyed such a good marriage with Matt. They both had remained faithful, and he was such a good lover. Perhaps that's why she had such a difficult time in thinking about dating another man. Someone like Matt came along once in a lifetime. "Oh God!"
But there were needs she had, needs that memories couldn't possibly fulfill. Turning, Laura leaned against the bar, rubbing the edge of the glass against her lips. She thought of her brother-in-law once more. Now in the half-drunk state Laura was in, she could almost see him standing there--tall, dark-haired, a shock of that hair hanging rakishly over one eye, his well-developed body pressing out against his tight-fitting clothes. There was no doubt that Jenny had landed herself a real man, someone who would take care of her and her son no matter what. Jack was a good ranch man, knowing the lay of the land, how to raise his horses and cattle, and how to make a good living off that shrinking market.
"Ummmmm... " She took another drink, sashaying across the living room toward the couch. A good man. But just how good in the sack? Laura found herself smiling and tried to chase that thought from her mind. But she couldn't. In spite of all the moral lectures she had given her daughter, Laura found herself thinking terrible, sexual thoughts as she sat down there in the living room and began nursing her second drink.
"Jack... " She whispered out his name and felt a rush of hot chills ripple up and down her flesh. No, it was wrong to be feeling things like this. And yet there was little she could do about it. What the hell? He wouldn't find out. She certainly wasn't going to throw herself at his feet. All would pass, all would be normal once her sister returned from San Francisco.
As she was moving about the cushions, Laura felt her foot kick gently against something tucked under the couch. Curious, she set her drink on the coffee table and reached down with one hand, pulling out a brightly colored magazine. Narrowing her eyes, the attractive blonde woman at first thought it was one of those macho field-and-stream type journals Jack always kept around the house, and she was about to toss it onto the coffee table when she examined the cover more closely.
"Oh, God!"
Laura felt her heart stop, start, then skip a beat. This was no sports magazine--at least, not in the ordinary sense. There on the cover was a woman whose hands and legs had been tied. Naked except for some kind of studded, black leather harness hugging her lithe body, she was on her knees, her mouth opened and filled with the largest, thickest prick Laura had ever seen in her life. A man in a hood was feeding her his cockmeat, his hands cupped around her head. "Ohhh!"
Laura's fingers trembled, nearly losing their grip on the magazine. For a moment, she wanted to slide the journal back under the couch and forget she had ever seen it. That was Jack's business. What right did she have to pry into his personal life, into the magazines he enjoyed reading on the sly? And yet Laura found herself thumbing through the magazine, looking at the pictures, each one worse than the next. There were photos of women being beaten, tied up, hung from ceilings and beams while nameless men flogged them!
"My God! Oh, my God!" she whispered, her eyes wide with shock. There were stories of unmentionable perversions, confessions of women who enjoyed this sort of terrible pain. In the end, Laura put down the magazine and was about to leave the living room when she found herself staring nearly eye to eye with her brother-in-law.
"Like my mag?"
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't know it was there and I... I didn't know what kind of... of thing it was," Laura stammered, feeling like a little girl who had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"I see... " Jack was staring at her with that bemused look which always unsettled her. Glancing down at the magazine and seeing that woman on the cover sucking prick, she flushed a dark red, feeling her heart contract painfully. She wanted to rush from the room and hide her face! Never, never had she been so embarrassed before in her life! Glancing up and seeing Jack standing there, still with that same horrible smirk on his face, Laura smoothed down her hair, trying desperately to think of something to say.
"Of course, we're all adults," she began rather airily, trying to assume a pose of indifferent sophistication. "What you read and do is your own business."
"But you don't approve," he added, gesturing to the magazine.
"I... I don't necessarily disapprove," Laura corrected haltingly, starting to rise from the couch. She would never be able to look at Jack and her sister in the same way. Did they practice this sort of sex? Was Jenny a swinger? The thought almost made her dizzy. "It's just that... it's something a little strange for me to understand. I mean, all that... seems so unnecessary... I mean... " The words died on her lips. She wanted to get away from him to someplace where she could think. Perhaps the best thing would be for her and her daughter Carol to leave before Jenny returned. There might be something that would slip out, something that would cause embarrassment, something that would injure the family. She rose, smoothing down the short dress hugging her thighs closely, feeling still that warm, electric shock rippling up and down her thighs. That damned magazine had touched something inside her, something Laura didn't even want to think about now. Pushing that feeling from her mind, the woman tried to look as cool as possible as she began walking toward the stairs. Jack put one arm out to stop her.
"You sure you wouldn't want to try something like that?" he asked, nodding toward the magazine.
The words stopped Laura in her tracks. Her eyes widening, her breath becoming short and labored, she found herself drawing one hand protectively to her tits, staring in disbelief at her brother-in-law. What did he say?
"What are you talking about? I'm not that kind of woman!" she said, glowering at him while her voice trembled in anger.
"That kind of woman?" he repeated mockingly, still blocking her escape. "There's no certain kind of woman in bondage, Laura. But I'll bet you'd have one hell of a time with it."
"If this is a pass, I'm disgusted," she said, her voice becoming lower with anger. "My sister's up north in some clinic, and you're trying to... to... " Laura couldn't finish the sentence. Shaking her head, she lurched forward, pushing past Jack and heading for the stairs. When she felt his hand restraining her, grabbing her by the upper arm, the woman froze, feeling her heart shiver with fear and excitement.
"Let... me... go," she said slowly, wheeling around and staring Jack squarely in the eyes.
"You want me, Laura. I've seen it in your eyes, seen it when you've been parading around here, wagging that ass of yours in front of my face."
"How dare you?" she gasped open-mouthed, stretching one hand back to slap his face. Jack caught her hand, bending it back, hurting her.
"Like having a man on top of you, eh, baby? You like having someone to push you around," he whispered, drawing her closer.
"No, no, you're sick, obscene," she cried in a strangled voice. Her eyes rolled up toward the second-story landing. If Carol were to hear, to come to the railing and see her mother in the arms of her uncle, what would she think? No, she had to handle this quietly, without a breath of scandal.
"Sick, eh? Come on."
He was still holding her, his fingers gripping her left wrist. Laura tried twisting away unsuccessfully, pulling back, tugging at the restraining hand. But Jack was far too strong. He held her tightly, pulling her across the living room rug away from the stairs. Laura glanced up at the clock, saw it was barely after midnight.
"No, don't... think of Jenny... oh, God, what are you going to do with me?" she gasped, stretching out one hand to grab onto the kitchen doorway molding.
"Let go, Laura. You don't want your daughter overhearing this, do you?" Jack said, moving around to her back and peeling her fingers from the wood. She could feel his body against hers, his crotch pushing into the softness of her ass. He was breathing into one ear, the touch of his breath against the back of her neck sending shivers of sexual arousal up and down her spine. It was awful, sick, incestuous. But the woman could do nothing about the feelings overtaking her. She loathed what was happening. And yet, at the same time, she couldn't tear herself from it.
"No, don't do it, Jack. You don't know what you're doing!" she gasped, feeling him shoving her into the kitchen.
"Come on."
The small light over the stove barely illuminated the large room. She moved reluctantly past the refrigerator toward the basement door.
"Me and Jenny call this our playroom," he said, cracking the door open.
Laura smelled the damp odor of the basement immediately and drew back against the big man behind her. He pushed her forward, nudging her in the spine with one knee.
"Come on, baby, downstairs. You were so fuckin' curious about what we do in private, right? I mean, you found the magazine, couldn't tear your eyes away from the pictures inside. Now you're gonna be a part of 'em."
Laura didn't like the talk, but she had no choice other than to obey her brother-in-law. Grabbing the splintery railing, she walked down the stairs slowly, feeling the subtle sexy rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit. She paused for a moment halfway, closing her eyes and sucking in her lower lip, biting down hard as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt. Yes, even now, with Jack behind her, Laura couldn't control the feelings rioting in her body. All this time without a man, all this time facing Jack, all this time with that magazine lurking in the back of her mind was doing things to her.
"Come on," he said impatiently, pushing one hand between her shoulder blades, then shoving the woman forward.
Laura sucked in a deep breath and began descending once again to the darkened cellar. When she reached the floor, she stopped, Jack moving behind her and flipping on a nearby switch.
For a moment, Laura saw nothing unusual about the basement. There were the normal trappings--unpainted cinderblock walls, a water heater nearby, a sink, the things most cellars had. Then her eyes moved to the right, and Laura let out a tiny gasp of shock.
"Surprised? I suppose you might be," Jack said with an air of amusement in his voice. Taking her by one hand, he led her away from the stairs to a section of the basement that Laura could only have described as a kind of torture room. There, hanging on the walls from rusty iron hooks, were all sorts of devices, things she couldn't even name. There were various kinds of whips and riding crops, harnesses, hooks, and then nameless articles all used, she guessed, for the inducement of pain. Another rush of disbelieving horror hit her.
"Please, let me go, Jack. I don't want to learn any more of this," she pleaded, turning toward her brother-in-law.
"Sure you do. That's what Jenny said at first," he began, letting go of her hand, then walking up to a whip. Taking it down from the hooks, he examined the long leather-wrapped handle, tracing one finger almost lovingly over the material while letting the loose end drag over the floor. "But then she got started, and now I can't even keep up with her."
"Oh, God!"
Things were happening so quickly. Why was he telling her this? And then she thought of the pass in the living room, the barely veiled attempt to get her into bed. No, Jack wasn't interested in getting her into bed. He was more interested in roping her, tying her up, trying out these horrible devices on her! The thought struck her like a thunderbolt. Pivoting around, Laura began running for the stairs, her mind awhirl with terror. She heard the whip drop to the floor, heard her brother-in-law's footsteps behind her. His hands grabbed her wrists once more, pulling her down, down to the floor. With a thud, the woman fell to her knees, the fall knocking the wind from her.
"Ohhh!"
"Feisty bitch. Just like your sister was before I got her into this," Jack said, grabbing a fistful of her hair.
"Aiyeeeeeee!"
The pain was incredible! Her eyes rounded, her eyelids fluttering, while Jack kept pulling at her hair. Laura heard tearing sounds and screamed again, feeling as if a thousand burning needles were being inserted in her scalp. Reaching up, she beat at the offending hands, sobbing and screaming as Jack moved back, back toward the horrible, hideous wall. He was dragging her across the cold concrete floor as if she were a sack of potatoes! "Noooo!"
"Now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson... a lesson of obedience. When I get through with you, you'll never disobey me or another man in your life," he whispered, dropping his hand.
Laura rubbed her aching scalp, twisting around, crouching there on the floor. She stopped her moaning, feeling her head pounding more violently, feeling her heart racing so fast that she thought it would burst! Frozen with terror, the woman watched as Jack dragged out what looked like a pillory. This was madness, sheer, utter madness. Her life had been turned topsy-turvy in a matter of seconds, turned inside out by this insane animal in front of her. Pushing the hair from her eyes, Laura watched as Jack examined the device, then opened the top section.
"You know what this is, baby. A pillory. They used to use it back in early America to punish folks. That's just what I'm gonna do to you... and a little more."
Laura was having difficulty catching her breath. She stared at the device, then moved her gaze up to Jack. She was still hoping he would relent, would tell her this was all some horrible joke. But there was nothing but contempt and excitement in those hard, steely blue eyes of his. No, Jack wasn't going to let her go. He had dragged her down here like a helpless animal and was going to experiment on her, probably the same way he had experimented on her sister long ago.
"Stop it!"
Jack was undressing now, pulling off his blue-and-red checked flannel shirt and laying it carefully on a nearby chair. He paused for a moment, staring at the pillory, then staring at his terrified sister-in-law. Then, moving to her, he scooped his hands under her armpits, raising her from the floor, pushing her toward the pillory.
"You can't sit in there like this," he said, running one finger under the sleeve of her white cotton blouse.
Tracing his fingers along her shoulder-blades, he began unbuttoning the garment. Laura stiffened, her fingers curling and pressing against her thighs. She still had time to stop this insanity. She still had time to stop her brother-in-law from doing something that they would both regret!
"You don't understand what you're doing. Please... " she begged.
But Jack was beyond patience now with her pleading. Knocking her restraining hands away, he began fumbling with the buttons, tearing some when they stuck. Laura heard the ripping material and panicked, backing away from him.
"You're going nowhere," he growled.
When she tried stepping to one side, she saw Jack raise a hand against her. His big palm came down, slicing her across the cheek.
"Ohhhhh!"
She stumbled forward, regained her balance, then tumbled to the floor, her blouse having been ripped from her back in the fall.
"Oh no, no!"
Jack was on top of her in a second, tearing off her clothes, muttering all sorts of obscenities while stripping her of garments. This was something more awful than she could have possibly imagined.
CHAPTER SIX
Jack had slipped the belt from his pants, looping the black leather around Laura's neck, then tugging her toward the pillory with the makeshift collar. She felt the buckle choking her windpipe and jerked her fingers up, clawing at the tightening leather.
"Uhghghhh... " The room began to spin around, her breathing becoming short and raspy while her knees dragged over the uneven floor.
"Having troubles, baby? Having a problem getting in some air?" Jack sneered, tugging the collar a little more.
"Uhhhhhh... " Again, she tried scratching at the collar choking her throat, digging her fingertips under the frayed leather to pull it away from her windpipe. Jack tugged hard at the beveled end of the belt, catching Laura off-balance and sending her tumbling face-first to the floor. The woman struck her forehead hard against the concrete, the blow stunning her temporarily. Then the lack of oxygen brought her to. Rolling onto her back, Laura clawed frantically at the leather belt, her eyes rolling up into her head while her naked feet beat against the floor.
"No, I ain't gonna kill you," Jack whispered, reaching down and loosening the collar.
"Ohhhh... " Laura rubbed her fingers along her throat, grateful the belt was gone. Then she sat halfway up, crossing her arms over her naked tits. He had stripped both the blouse and bra from her body, and her hard-tipped tits now hung pertly from her upper chest. Jack stared down at her big tits, then motioned for her to stand up. When she hesitated, he let one leg fly with a jerk against her right side.
"Uhhhhhh!" she screamed.
The toe caught her just under the last rib, sending a shock of pain racing up her side. Her body jerked to the right, the air squeezed from her lungs by the force of that blow.
"Now, get up."
Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, Laura did as she was told, painfully standing, still crossing her arms over her chest to hide her nipples. The big stud stood in front of her, crossing his arms over his pecs, smiling at her cruelly.
"Now, get outta that skirt, or I'm gonna tear it off for you with this," he said, looping the belt, then tapping it against one thigh.
Laura could guess only too well what he meant. She cast him a baleful look, then dropped her arms and reached around to unzip her skirt. He was watching her like a hawk, his eyes taking in her white flesh, her high-riding tits as she dropped her skirt to the floor and stepped from it. Only her sheer pink panties remained on her body now. Laura could see Jack's fixed stare on the blonde cuntal V barely showing through the thin material. She knew what was next, knew what he wanted to see.
"Off... take 'em off," he said, stretching out the hand holding the belt and tapping her thighs with the leather weapon.
Laura shuddered, dropping her gaze once more while sliding her shaking fingers under the elastic waistband of her briefs. She felt the sexy, smooth rubbing of the material against her damp flesh, felt the rushing excitement she had experienced earlier up there in the living room. When her panties reaches her toes, the woman hesitated just for a moment. A sharp tap on her asscheeks from the belt encouraged her to quicken her moves.
"Uhhhhh... "
"That's better," Jack said, watching as Laura stepped from her panties, then tried covering her pussy with both hands. Oh, how ashamed and embarrassed she felt, standing there stark naked in front of her brother-in-law, feeling her cunt twitching with a wild kind of excitement she had never felt before! What was happening to her? Why was she feeling this kind of arousal?
"Now, over here... and drop your Goddamned arms! There's no reason for modesty here," Jack said, backing toward the pillory.
Laura hung her head down, shamed beyond words as she stepped in front of the strange wooden panel. Quickly, the stud raised one panel of the board, and he shoved Laura's arms against the semi-circular depression. It made up about one-half of the circle, Laura guessed as she bent her knees slightly to accommodate Jack's orders.
"Good."
He slammed the board down with a clatter, locking it in place with a small brass latch to the side.
"Oh, God," Laura muttered, closing her eyes and resting one cheek against the top of the pillory. Her ass was thrust out in a sharp angle. Never before she had felt so vulnerable, so exposed as she did now. Staring at the gray cinderblock wall in front of her, the panting woman drew her knees together, folding one leg in front of the other to protect her exposed pussy while Jack moved around. Juice began seeping from her cunthole, wetting down her pussy curls with a fine light sexual dew. How could she possibly explain what her body was doing, what changes were going through it as she stooped there in that pillory, her arms held captive between those pieces of wood? "Now the legs."
Jack unhooked a lower latch, raising the top portion of the pillory and lifting Laura's arms with it. She moaned, feeling the increased painful pressure in her arms. She stretched to the right, noting that Jack had dropped to the floor and was gathering her legs in both arms. With one fast sweep, the big stud slipped her ankles through the opened lower holes, then let the device clamp down hard and loud, catching her legs in place.
"Uhhhhhh... " It was beyond belief! She sat there, her thighs trapped in the pillory, her arms caught helplessly. There was no way she could really move. Only now did the full force of her panic descend on her. Throwing back her head, the young woman screamed, feeling the sweep of her blonde hair over her shoulder blades. Her ass was hanging in mid-air, nothing to support it while the pressure of the weight of her body made her thighs ache.
"Having trouble, baby? Having a problem keeping in place?" Jack asked with mockery in his voice. He was rubbing an obvious bulge in the front of his pants, watching as the helpless blonde twisted and writhed as best she could in the pillory. "You know, I could do anything I damned well wanted to you in this now, and there's not a fuckin' thing you could do about it."
His voice trembled, something Laura noted. She sensed he was becoming aroused to a dangerous point. Jack was right. He could do anything he wanted to her, and there was little she could stop him. She tugged her arms and legs, feeling immediately the splintery rub. If she didn't want to shred her body, she would have to remain perfectly still. Groaning, forcing herself to be calm, Laura tried to keep her mind from racing wildly about as she sat there with her ass hanging out from the pillory.
"Yeah, could do anything I wanted to you, and you wouldn't be able to stop me," Jack whispered, cupping her chin with one hand and squeezing her jawbone between his fingers until she thought he would break it.
"My daughter... Jenny... you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, would you?" she gasped.
Jack smiled and shook his head. "Who knows?"
Jack moved around to the sink some four feet away, and he pulled out a long green hose, screwing one end to the faucet, drawing the other out until it was touching Laura's belly. The woman flinched, sucking in her stomach muscles and shivering at the cold touch.
"Don't like it? Better get used to it fast."
What was he talking about? Peering down, she saw the unattached end of the hose was fitted with a blunt-nosed nozzle with several holes drilled into the top and sides to produce a fine spray. Before she had a chance to guess what it was used for, she felt Jack sliding the cold brass nozzle down to her cunt.
"Oh!" She gasped.
Laura stiffened, snapping her head back, letting out a loud gasp as the brass came into contact with her feather-soft cuntlips. Her big ass muscles tensed while her thighs worked against the restraining pillory. There was nowhere she could move, nowhere she could escape. Straining both arms and legs against the pillory, Laura felt Jack slipping that awful thing into her cunt, working it from side to side until the nozzle and the first inch or so of the hose were buried in her hot little pussy.
"Uhhhhh, God, God!"
She dropped her head forward, her long blonde hair curtaining her shamed face. For, in spite of the perversity of this terrible event, Laura was feeling nothing but pleasure so far. She could feel her cunt muscles working right now against the strange brass invader, her juices warming it up, her muscles contracting, relaxing, then contracting once more around it, drawing the thing deeper into her pussy. Jack smiled more broadly, watching the hose move slightly from the milking movements of her cunt.
"You want it real bad... and that's just how you're gonna get it."
Laura closed her eyes and shook the flowing tears from her face. If only she could control her body, control what was happening down there between her legs. But her pussy muscles were still milking that horrible nozzle, drawing it in, while her mind exploded with a riot of fabulous sensations.
"Oh, God, God... " Jack disappeared for another moment, coming back with two large wooden clothespins. Squeezing the short end and opening the devices, he quickly attached them to her stiffening nipples.
"Ughhh!" she growled painfully.
The wood bit down on her tit tips, sending sparks of pain racing into her tits and down her chest to her belly. Laura sucked in another deep breath, her jaws slackening from the painful pressure. She shook her head violently, as if she could shake the sensations from her mind. Nothing worked. Bouncing there in that pillory, her nipples clamped tight with those horrible clothespins, Laura watched as Jack pulled out a large ball of twine.
"Just to keep you line."
He took out two long pieces, biting them off with his teeth from the roll. Slowly, watching her every move, Jack attached each piece to each of the clothespins, careful to tug at the nipples, then watched Laura's face whiten and convulse with the pain she felt. Her fingers fanned out at those times, then curled, the nails biting down into her sweaty palms. Pulling the strings up over the pillory he drew them taut, pulling at her nipples until Laura thought he was going to tear them off.
"There, baby."
Securing the free end of each line to each of the support boards below which kept the pillory upright and balanced, Jack tugged at the line again, making Laura wince.
"You move away from the board and you're gonna really hurt yourself. Now for a little fun here."
Opening the top of his jeans, Jack halved his pants, then pushed them down to his ankles, then stepped from them. Laura's eyes widened. Surely there couldn't have been anyone with a cock as big as Matt's. He had startled her that night of their wedding with his size. How she had nearly run into the bathroom to escape what she thought would be instant death. Of course, she had been nothing but a silly young girl. Matt had been so gentle, though, knowing not every woman would be able to take his cock at once. And, oh, how she begged him for it nearly every night of their marriage! Jack's prick was nearly the same size, perhaps the equal to her late husband's--the kind of cock that belonged between the hindquarters of a horse!
"Like it, eh, baby? It's been a long time since you've had one of these stuffed up your pussy, huh? At least, that's what Jenny says," Jack said, reaching down and scratching his prick and balls.
"Oh, God!"
In spite of herself, her pussy was creaming more and more, the juice slicking down her cunthairs, while her clit popped up, angry and red, ready for stimulation. She felt the itch of lust deep in her body, her belly tightening, her flesh crawling with an excitement Laura never thought she would feel again.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, it's really happening. That's what you're thinking, right? Just wait 'til we get through," Jack commented, stretching his left arm back and curling his fingers around the faucet. There was a gurgling sound coming from the sink. Laura watched as the green hose began moving about, jerking as water began filling it. She tensed her body, waiting for the spray of water that would surely come from the nozzle wedged in her damp little cunt. Oh, God, fucked by water! This was her first sexual experience since her husband had passed away, and she was going to get fucked by water! "Aiyeeeeeee!"
Laura tightened her cunt muscles around the horrible brass nozzle as water began spraying out, tickling her pussy. She tried forcing the thing out, tried pushing, tried ejecting the thick brass nozzle. But nothing would work. It remained wedged in her body, sending out stream after fine stream of water in her convulsing pussy. Jerking her head back, letting out a wail, Laura felt the warming brass nozzle working a little deeper in her body, spreading her itchy, seeping pussy walls wide apart. It was sliding in so easily now, greased by her own juices and the spraying water. Laura was feeling wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure and humiliation flowing through her, arousing her to an incredible height! And Jack saw this, too! That was the horrible part. She was rutting under these obscene, perverted circumstances, and her tormentor was watching her, seeing the change, laughing at her resistance and, finally, at her submission.
"Like it, don'tcha? You dig havin' the water sprayin' up your snatch, tickling your pussy! Oh, yeah, that's the way cunts like you are--fight it all the way to the end, then go nuts with the damned stuff!"
"No, no!"
Laura was protesting against him, against her own body as the water ballooned out her pussy, then began dribbling out warm against her asscrack. She felt so warm, so swampy and messy down there between her legs! She started to cry, blinking away the hot tears while that dreadful plumlike nozzle squeezed up a little more in her pussy!
"Oooohoohohhhh!"
How her legs ached from that hanging tension! Through eyes blurred with tears, Laura saw Jack's hard, hot prick swinging in front of her, the balls tight up against the base of his cock. She saw the droplets of pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit, knew he was highly aroused just from watching her in this dreadful state! Turning her head away, Laura chewed on her lower lip.
"Now you're gonna service me for a while, bitch. You're gonna wrap those lips around this mother while you get fucked by that damned hose... and you're gonna dig every second of it."
"No, I won't touch that thing with my mouth, I won't, I--" Jack reached down, and he pulled on the line attached to the tit-clamping clothespins. Laura shrieked, cut off in mid-sentence by the painful tug. Yes, she would do what he wanted, anything to stop the awful pain shooting through her body.
"Better," he murmured.
"Oh, you animal, you damned pig! Making me do something like this and--" Laura was rewarded for her honesty by a hard slap in the face.
"You'll shut up 'til I'm ready to listen to you. I've had enough of your shit to last me a year. Now open that fuckin' mouth and start chewin' down on this... chow down time, baby, and don't get funny. I can turn the water in your pussy into lava if I want."
The thought of having her cunt scorched terrified her. No, there would be no biting, nothing could endanger her chances of escaping this. She had to endure this... at least, until he released her. Then she would take her daughter and leave this horror show.
"Arrrghghhhh!"
Just before sliding his cock in her mouth, Jack had turned the spigot another degree, increasing the force of the water in her cunt. The woman gasped, throwing her head forward, feeling the delightful stinging impact of the warm water coursing into her pussy. Her body jerked, her asscheeks jiggling crazily, bouncing up and down. Jack laughed at her, then cupped both hands around the back of her head and drew her face up to his groin. She could smell him, smell the pungent aroma of a man's arousal. How that odor almost made her forget about what he was doing to her!
"Ohhhhh... " Laura moaned.
She felt his hard prick pressing against her right cheek, felt that bulbous head rubbing up near her lips, touching the base of her nose, then sliding back down to her mouth. There was that taste, that familiar taste, the flavor she remembered from giving her husband head all too long ago! As the water sprayed into her cunt faster, tickling her clit, dribbling down into her shitter, Laura opened her mouth, and she took his fat prickhead between her lips.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, bitch, yeahhhh, take that mother in your mouth and suck it... yeah, Jesus fuckin' Christ, suck it hard, move that tongue around... unggghhh... yeah, you Goddamned slut, just like that. Fuckin' Jesus, you dig it, don'tcha, really dig it!"
Jack was squeezing her head so hard with his fingertips that Laura thought he was going to crack it like an eggshell. He was rubbing his groin against her face, forcing inch after throbbing inch in her mouth. Laura could feel the ropelike veins against her lips as he fed her his prick. And all the while, there was that water, that mind-blasting water filling her fuckhole.
"Mmmfmmmmffff!"
Laura started to feel that sense of sexual euphoria she had so treasured with her husband. But now she was trapped in this pillory, her mouth at the mercy of her brother-in-law's prick, her cunt shoved open by a brass nozzle.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ohhhh yeahhh, shit, that's good, real good, Laura!"
Jack was sawing his prick in and out of her mouth, his fingers fanned out now on either side of her head while his hips flexed again and again, feeding her his cock. Her stomach seemed to turn somersaults while her pussy filled with the spraying water, making her feel as if she were ballooning out. And, to her surprise, Laura felt the discomfort diminishing, or at least being replaced by a strange kind of pleasure. She started sucking on her brother-in-law's prick with more abandon.
"Mmfffmmmmfff!"
"Yeah, a real happy bitch! That's what you sound like, Laura, a real happy slut!"
Laura couldn't deny Jack's cruel words. She felt her cunt juices oozing more freely from her hot pussy, coating her hanging, jiggling asscheeks. And that water, the way it stung her clit now, making every nerve ending in her cunt stand up on end and quiver!
"Maybe a little more?"
Jack pulled away, his prick springing up wet and slick with her saliva as he reached out to turn the other spigot on. Cold water! It was as if she had been hit full in the belly with a fist!
Laura twisted in the pillory, jerking her body from left to right, her head snapping about while the cold water splashed around in her pussy. She could almost hear her cunt walls slapping together from the sudden and violent temperature change. Laura tried jerking away from the pillory with the same futile movements, her arms and legs scraping against the wooden holes.
"No, oh, no... God, oh, God, what are you... you doing?"
Jack turned the water on a little more, this time adding more hot and increasing the temperature of the spray splashing through her cunt. Laura sighed, her head dropping forward, her long hair curtaining her face once more. Yes, that was better, much better! She moaned once more, working her thighs from side to side, feeling the gentle caress of the warming water against her pussy and clit. It was almost like having a mouth there, a warm, sucking mouth to touch her clit! Closing her eyes, Laura could picture Matt down there between her legs, his big head wedged between her thighs while his tongue curled and dug back deep, deep into her cunt. She loved it then, loved having his mouth sucking on her pussy. The water spraying into her cunt reminded her of that now as Jack walked back to her, his rope-veined prick swaying with each step he took.
"Good havin' that kind of douche, isn't it?" Jack asked, reaching out and tugging one of the lines attached to her nipples.
"Ughhhh!"
Laura had nearly forgotten about that piece of torture, and she winced, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure throbbing between her legs. She shifted position as much as she could in the pillory, her toes curling, then fanning out as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt.
"Come on, then, move that ass, move it up and down, get it goin'... come on, I wanna see you make it, Laura."
With that, Jack picked up his belt, looped it, dragging the curled end along her right upper thigh, then down to her asscheek.
"No, don't hurt me!" she cried, turning her head and staring at the big belt. The black leather gleamed evilly under the yellow basement light. And the soft gurgling of the water splashing through her cunt, then dribbling out filled the room. She flinched away from the big man, raising her right shoulder protectively while keeping her rounded eyes on the belt. She knew Jack was enjoying this immensely, loving the way she cringed from him, excited by the perspiration now coating her body.
"Oh, please... please... " Her voice sounded so tiny, so pleading in that big cellar. Jack's smile only increased with her begging, the looped belt tapping rhythmically against his left leg. Then he drew his hand up, the belt hanging limply from his tightening fingers. Laura's eyes rose with it, her pupils dilated with terror, her nostrils flared as she sucked in air with a raspy, wheezing sound. She could almost feel the burning kiss of the leather against her flesh as Jack paused for a moment.
Then the smile disappeared. A slight quiver appeared on his right cheek, while his eyes narrowed. The flesh over his face tightened, and his arm jerked down.
"Nooooo!"
Laura's eyes widened even more, her forehead wrinkling, while her body danced as much as it could in the pillory. There was a terrible second of waiting. Then there was the sharp, burning bite of the leather belt against the supple flesh of her left asscheek.
"Aaaargghhhheeeyyy!" Laura screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring any longer if her daughter could hear her. She had to get out of this basement, away from Jack, away from that pillory, the water dildo, the belt burning her flesh.
"Nice, baby, real nice," Jack murmured, drawing the belt back up in the air once more.
"Oh, no, not again, oh, please, not again!" she whispered tensely, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks and chin.
"Yeah, baby, again!"
His body trembled, his arm shaking. Then Jack slashed the belt down across Laura's right asscheek. Her resulting wail was only the first of many others to follow. Her legs jerked and twitched along with her arms, as if someone were electrocuting her. She ground her teeth, hating Jack bitterly, but loving what he was doing to her. It was so mixed up, so confusing. Shaking her head, the woman screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, staring back up at her brother-in-law and begging him yet again to stop this insanity.
"Stop? Are you kidding? You're having a ball, just like me!"
He was wiggling that belt in front of her face, sneering down at her.
Laura sagged in the pillory, feeling the rough wood chafing her wrists and ankles. Still the water shot in, filling up her pussy until she thought it was going to tear from the pressure.
"Stupid bitch! You don't know when you're having a good time or not! Just like your sister was in the beginning. Now she can't crawl here fast enough to get a taste of leather!"
"No, you're lying!"
For that, Laura received the belt across her face, the beveled leather smacking dryly against her right cheek, then biting down onto her tits. The pain was awful! She felt as if someone had dropped burning coals on her body. Twisting and jerking in her bonds, screaming at the top of her voice, the woman sobbed and begged for Jack to let her go. He only looked at her more menacingly, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. The twisting, tormented body in front of him aroused a lewd, sadistic gleam. He was somewhere between hatred and lust.
"Oh, no, no, please... " Her sobs trailed off as Jack reached down, and he began caressing her cunt with the backs of his fingers. She tensed, waiting for something awful to happen. He smiled at first, then turned his hand around and grabbed some of her wet pussy hairs, tearing them from her cuntmound.
"Aggghhhgghhh!"
She jerked once more, her legs kicking straight out. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through her like a hot knife slicing into her guts. Laura kept on screaming, her head snapping from side to side while Jack began lashing his belt back over her asscheeks once more.
"Ughh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh, noooo!"
Her screams mixed with the dry, smacking sound of black leather against wet flesh. Again and again, the savage man violated her body, criss-crossing her thighs and ass with blow after blow. The edges of the wooden bonds chafed more and more flesh from her wrists. Laura felt her hands going numb as the torment continued. She screamed at him, dragging out words she couldn't remember having heard before. The shrill power of her cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out the sounds of that belt crashing against her lithe body.
"No, no, no!"
Again and again, Laura begged Jack to stop, tried to halt the rush of feelings building between her white, shivering legs. But nothing worked. Her cunt was on fire, stimulated by the rushing water, and now by the continual hammering of that belt.
"Bitch! Dumb bitch!" Jack panted, sweat streaking his face. Soon his words were lost in the red rage of his sexual fury. Laura let her head fall back, peering up at him through her long blonde lashes. Yes, oh yes. She could feel her cunt juices running like a river of molten lava in her pussy. Her nipples were getting harder, pressing against the thin, cutting line still roped around them. Her body was aroused to the maximum, her cunt aching for a prick, for something other than that water spraying around, tickling her clit so wildly.
"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh!"
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck my prick with your Goddamned mouth!"
Jack twisted the spigot a little farther, then moved back and jerked her head back. Automatically, Laura opened her mouth, ready to receive that fat cunt-splitter without protest.
"Mmmmmffffff!"
Jack shoved it in all the way, pushing down and forward until his hairy groin was flattening her nose. Laura didn't care anymore. She was bouncing her ass up and down, acquiring a hot, erotic rhythm. As the water rubbed against her itching pussy, more and more juice frothed from her cunt. It was all so wild! The more she bounced up and down, the hotter she became!
"Ohhhhhhffffff!"
Laura couldn't see anymore! She couldn't hear anymore! Her world had become a kaleidoscope of exploding colors and sounds while his cock sawed back and forth, back and forth in her mouth. The more she ate of his prick, the more excited she was getting. She flattened her tongue out, wriggling it back and forth over the sensitive underside of Jack's cock. She could feel the blood boiling in her veins, scorching her arteries, while the water caressed her clit and exerted more and more pressure in her cunt. It was as if she were coming apart, about to explode into millions of pieces as her body twisted helplessly there in the pillory.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her mouth was making wet, sucking noises, noises that blended with the slurping, gurgling sounds of the water in her cunt.
"Make it, baby, come on, make it, come on, shoot off the big one."
Laura kept up her steady rising and falling, rubbing her thighs as best she could against the spraying brass nozzle. Yes, it was her lover, the prick she had wanted, had needed all these past five years! The woman's mind was going wild, picturing a fat cock pistoning in her cunt, ready to spray out the precious white-hot jizz she so loved!
"Make it, baby, come on, cum!"
She could feel it now, feel the jizz shooting into her cunt! Laura was going mad, beyond rationalizing or considering what was normal or abnormal. The pressure in her belly and cunt was incredible! She was moaning against Jack's prick, sliding her tongue crazily around his fat cock banging against the back of her throat. More! She wanted more, more stimulation, more of something in her pussy! Oh, how the tiny muscles were cramping, actually milking at the hose still wedged between her legs. And as she bounced up and down, driven on by her own perverted lust, her mouth pressed down tightly on Jack's prick, sucking hard.
"Christ! Oh, yeahhhh, yeahhhh, come on, baby, come on and suck, suck me dry!" he groaned, arching his back while keeping his cock all the way in her throat now.
Laura moaned again, feeling herself poised on a fence, that fence separating rationality from the world of mindless pleasure. That wonderful moment passed, her orgasm peaking like a lightning bolt. It was as if her body were a bomb that had suddenly exploded. With a sharp cry, Laura pulled back, her mouth slipping away from his prick.
"Aggghhhiiyyeeeee!" Nothing, not even the wild times she had shared with Matt could compare to the hot, itchy ache that had erupted into this flaming climax! As she quivered there in the pillory, feeling the wild lust shoot like sparklers through her enflamed body, Laura's climax seemed to go on and on. Nothing had prepared her for something like this, something that would consume her so totally. And all this due to torture!
Jack stood there, pausing for a moment, wondering if he should shove his cock back in her mouth and cum then, or wait. He decided to wait, working his fingers around his prick while watching the woman bounce and jerk. Finally, Laura's cries dwindled into sobs while her body sank forward. Soon there was only the sound of her sighs and the sounds of the water still splashing through her pussy, then dropping to the floor.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you baby? You like being roped up like this?"
Laura couldn't show her face. She was afraid of him, terrified of her brother-in-law, ashamed that she had shown this hitherto unknown side of herself. If there had been a hole somewhere, she would have crawled into it and died.
"Sure you do. And you're gonna like having things done to you a lot more when you get used to it, you know?" Jack whispered.
"More?" Laura was panting slowly, her eyes closed as the big stud reached down to pull the water spigot from her cunt. "Ohhhhhh... " Her legs shivered while her cuntlips closed down on nothingness. She watched as he moved the spraying nozzle over to the sink, then dropped it in with a sharp clatter. Turning off the water, Jack moved around, soon standing behind the entrapped woman. His hands slid up her sides, the fingers grabbing for her tits, curling into the soft, pliant flesh.
Laura groaned. She had just cum. Her pussy was sore from the brass nozzle and the resulting powerful climax that had nearly knocked her unconscious. But the presence of a man, the nearness of someone like Jack behind her was exciting her once more. Oh God! She had warned her daughter about becoming excited with a man. And there she was, turning on just after having climaxed, and turning on with her sister's husband! It made her mind reel! Leaning back against him, the attractive blonde shook the hair from her eyes, feeling sexy and hot all over again.
"You don't stop, do you, baby? A real fucking machine! You probably fucked your old man to death, and now you wanna do the same thing to me, huh? Got somethin' for you, then, somethin' that's gonna take real good care of you," Jack said, biting the top of her right earlobe, then backing away from her.
He was gone only for a moment, coming back with a dildo! It was one of those plastic pricks she had seen many times in those smut shops. How she and Matt used to laugh at them, wondering what kind of people were forced to use those substitutes. Well, she was going to find out in a moment what it felt like, of that Laura was certain.
"Now somethin' for that sore, aching cunt of yours. And something a little extra, too."
Laura's eyes finally focused. No, it wasn't an ordinary dildo. Sandpaper! There was sandpaper wrapped around the top of that thing. And toward the flattened bottom were four sharp nails protruding out like tiny knives!
"No!"
Stiffening, Laura jerked back, the strings tugging on her nipples. She didn't care. She didn't care if she pulled her tits off! No, he couldn't shove something like that into her cunt! That wasn't something to draw pleasure. It was an instrument of torture, of destruction, the same as a medieval rack!
"Help! Oh, God, no, no, no!"
The woman became hysterical, jerking from left to right, her fingers fanning out, her toes curling until they cramped. Jack only laughed once more, stepping behind her and reaching down, the dildo hanging loosely from his right hand. He moved up behind her, his naked chest pressing against her back. Laura stopped her hysteria for a moment, her eyes rolled back, her senses alive to every touch. Then she felt movement, the movement of that horrible thing sliding around her right thigh, moving around to her dripping cunt. Twisting her head back around, Laura watched as the gleaming pink dildo's head pushed through her pussy hairs, the sandpaper just behind it!
"No, oh, no, no, I'll do anything, but just move that thing away."
She was shivering mightily as Jack moved the dildo around, pushing the first inch into her cunt. The woman trembled, closing her eyes and shuddering, while sinking her head down between her shoulders. Her knees spread apart slightly and her fingers curled down, the nails digging into her palms. It was like having a nice, thick cock being slowly inserted into her. Inserted! What a funny word, so clinical. No, fucking was much better. Yes, she was being fucked again, another cock, another mind-blowing climax.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhh, and now I've got something to plug up that other hole."
He was tucking his ass under, driving his prick along the slippery path of her narrow asscrack until... until Laura felt his cockhead pressing up against her shitter. In a flash, she knew what he was going to try! Fucked in the ass! She could already feel him pressing his prickhead up against her shitter, could feel the pressure of his cock as it forced the grayish pink, wrinkled flesh inward. Her bowels revolted, her stomach turning over as he pressed back down, tensing her muscles to keep that horrible thing from her asshole.
"Come on, baby, loosen up."
With that, Jack slipped the dildo in a little farther, twisting it around and around. The sandpaper was just out of reach of her clit. Laura stiffened once more, feeling the rubbing of that abrasive paper now against her cunt-lips. If he kept that up, he would scar her, ruin her for life!
"Now loosen up down there on your shitter, or I'm gonna shove this Goddamned thing all the way in, you understand?" Jack snarled.
Jack twisted the plastic cock around, slipping yet another inch into her cunthole. Laura cried out as the sandpaper rubbed up teasingly against her clit, then bit into the soft tissues. Her legs tried snapping together, but the pillory prevented it. Trapped! Oh, God, she was trapped, and that horrible plastic cock with the abrasive paper was going to tear her to pieces!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Aaggghghghhh!"
Sparks flew through her clit as the sandpaper rubbed teasingly back and forth. It was a very fine grade of abrasive, one that wouldn't automatically ruin her. Laura jerked wildly, feeling the sandpaper tormenting her clit and outer cuntlips, then realized that Jack was nearly successful in having shoved his fat cockhead into her shitter.
"No!"
Violated at both ends! The thought was almost too much for her to comprehend. Jack was grunting like a pig behind her, holding onto her hips with one hand while fucking that awful dildo into her pussy with the other. He grunted a little louder than before, then shoved up hard. Laura's eyes glazed over, her mouth opened as a rush of air escaped from between her lips. She felt his prickhead, that glistening, fat cockhead she had sucked on so frenziedly earlier actually corkscrewing into her bowels! It was entering, sliding up, making her tremble with its heat and weight as it spread her assmouth apart and shoved in. God, it felt as if he were tearing something inside her, ripping the tiny muscles at the top of her asshole as he shoved more of his cock up and in.
"Aaaaghghghghgh!" Jack twisted the dildo around, slipping yet another inch into her pussyhole and rotating it clockwise against her clit. Laura thought she would faint from the resulting sensation. He was sanding the thing against her cuntwalls, moving that light abrasive back and forth, back and forth, teasing her velvety, seeping cunt lining with the plastic prick. She was being raped in both the cunt and ass! And, yes, Laura loved feeling those hard intrusions in both her shitter and pussy! Fucked at both ends!
"Uhghghghhhhh... " she moaned.
Laura could feel the obscene slickness of his prick as it inched into her asshole. Consciously, the woman began easing the grip in her shitter. Yes, she found she could do it, could actually control the tension of those tiny muscles back there in her asshole! Jack was growling like some animal, biting the back of her neck at times as he worked yet more of his prick into her.
"Oh yes, yes, oh, God, fuck me there, fuck me in the ass!" she cried.
"Knew you'd come around to it, baby, knew it," he panted.
Jack gave another twist to that sandpaper dildo and made Laura jump in the pillory. Her knees snapped together once more while her back arched and her head rolled back. She was feeling herself drifting once more on that wonderful, golden sexual cloud, all other thoughts and ideas having been thrown away. All she could think of at this moment was that plastic thing in her cunt, sawing against her clit, and Jack's cock squeezing into her protesting bowels. She squirmed a little, moving her ass back as much as she could toward the heavy-haired belly pressuring up against her asscheeks. It was so wonderful! So hatefully, hurtfully wonderful!
"Fuck, fuck," Jack muttered, flicking his tongue in one waxy ear canal.
"Fuck," Laura panted, not caring what she was saying any longer.
With another upward hunch, Jack reached up with his free hand to begin massaging her tits, squeezing the nipples, then pulling at the lines wrapped around her areolas until the woman cried out in pain.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Yeah, you don't know whether you're comin' or goin', do you baby?"
"Oh, God, God!"
It was awful and wonderful at the same time, being stimulated at both ends. She felt his prick splitting her wide open as it slipped deeper into the crack between her belt-ravaged asscheeks. Fires of hell exploded in her gut while Jack began reaming out her cunt more rhythmically with that dildo, twisting the sandpaper around and around. Soon the room was filled with the slurping sounds of the plastic cock trenching out her soppy fuckhole. "Oh, ohhhh, ohhh!"
Laura felt the pain of his gradual ass fucking spreading around to all parts of her body. It was even making it difficult to breathe! His butt fucking was painful, and yet so wonderfully exciting. His prick was stimulating nerve endings that Laura never knew existed, nerve endings that, in turn, triggered other nerves in her cunt. Each violation heightened the sensation of the other. It was wild, unimaginably wild as she bounced and thrashed there in the wooden pillory, fucked in the ass by her brother-in-law.
"Mmfmmfmmffff!" she grunted.
His wide, double-lobed cockhead seemed to go on forever. Laura felt her legs and arms spasming, the muscles convulsing uncontrollably. Jack had shoved nearly half his prick into her shitter as he panted heavily against the back of her neck. And now he was pulling out, dragging his cock back, making her feel as if he were yanking out her assguts by the handful! Her head jerked forward, her jaws slackened while the woman let out a long, low moan. It was awful, feeling his prick moving out from her shitter. For a moment, the woman panicked, afraid she was going to take a shit right there, right in front of Jack! It was almost like shitting, feeling that long, thick dick withdrawing from her ass! A cuntal spasm, then another, and another followed as more of Jack's cock slipped from the grip of her greasy ass muscles. "Ohhhhh... " Jack paused only for a second, then moaned and shoved back in. Laura squeaked, her cunt going into wild tremors of lust. It was like some horrible, perverted kiss on her ass! The woman shivered and shuddered, her moans becoming higher and higher as Jack shoved past where he had fucked down and in before! My God, he was going to reach her cunt from her shitter if he pushed in any more!
"Nooooo!"
His fingers tugged at the tit strings once more, making Laura scream with delight and anger. It felt as if that thick bar of prickmeat were actually growing in her gut, expanding, pressing out until her body would explode from the pressure!
"Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhh!"
That dildo was still going, still reaming her out, still twisting up against her clit until Laura thought Jack was going to sand it off.
"Oh, yeahhhh... " Having nearly reached the base, Jack began pulling back once more. Laura bobbed her ass around as much as she could, arching her spine, feeling another bone-crushing spasm ripple through her pussy. The strange fullness inside her bowels was exciting her beyond belief. It wasn't like the heat boiling in her cunt now, making the sticky warm juices flow. It was something else, although connected in some strange way to her clit. It was a sensation all its own, with the unreal, ungodly evil of the act adding spice to the feelings.
"Ughhghhhhhh... " That head, that wonderful, fat prickhead pushed back up into her body. Her belly seemed bloated to the bursting point. And still Jack shoved down, pulled out, then shoved down again. And in spite of the pain, Laura wanted more prick up her ass. She wished it was bigger, wished for more as the lewd suction in her ass drove her crazy.
"Uhhghghhhh... " The tempo of Jack's ass fucking increased. She could hear the sounds of his belly slapping against her asscheeks, feel it slamming again and again in a wild, savage rhythm that drove her legs and arms hard against the pillory.
"Fuck, fuck, gonna cum in your butt, baby, gonna burn you with it!"
Laura didn't care what he did to her. The thought of exploding with fire as he shot his load into her guts excited her. The woman didn't care how much it hurt her now. The pain was transformed into a wild ecstasy anyway. The more pain, the more pleasure. Oh, yes, it was agonizingly wonderful feeling his fingers pinching her nipples, tugging at the lines, sanding her clit with that awful dildo, while his prick hammered away in her gut. Oh, how Laura wanted that spinning ball of sexual lust to unravel now in her guts, to explode and take her into that world of orgasm she had just left.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Faster and faster! Jack's fucking strokes were now like a trip-hammer's, big balls swinging forward and slapping Laura's ass. Sweat dripped off his face and onto her shoulders while his fingers tightened on her right nipple. Laura grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fucking strokes. All the pain and pleasure in her body focused on three hot spots--her cunt, her tits, her asshole. Jack was muttering all sorts of things, biting the nape of her neck now, flicking his tongue against her flesh while fucking harder, faster. The stretching, tearing ring of her shitter made everything more and more exciting. Laura panted, her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and wild and fast. But the way her cunt reacted, the way the muscles were gripping that dildo was turning her into a rutting, wild beast. "Ughhhhhh... " The rigid rod of shoving prick in her ass seemed to slow down for a second. For a moment, Laura wondered what else Jack had in store for her. Then he began again, hammering, banging his prick into her ass. She felt her shitter walls all but rip loose from his increased fucking. Vulgar, lewd thrills shot out from her ass and joined those in her clit.
"Ughhhhooooohhhh!"
How that sandpaper was drawing shocking sensations from her pussy. Jack was driving the dildo all the way in now, the spikes at the flattened bottom of the plastic cock biting teasingly into her outer cuntlips. It was a pricking sensation she needed to throw her into yet a higher sexual plain. Laura was mad, mad with lust, mad with an excitement she'd never thought possible! Still the sandpaper roughed up against the flesh of her clit. Still those nails pricked her cuntlips, threatening to break through the membranes and shred them, and yet restrained from doing so. Laura wanted it all to happen at once. The pain in her tits, the juicy, rough sliding of that dildo against her clit and cuntlips, the piercing, reaming, circling thrust of that prick up her ass--everything--she wanted them to explode at once.
She could only imagine the power of that kind of climax as Jack grunted steadily behind her. His prick pulled out once more, sucking her guts down and out. Only the gigantic head of his cock stayed in her asshole. Laura felt the flaring lobes of his prick tugging at the tender lining of her shitter, sucking her insides out. The woman cried out wildly, hunching her ass back and forth the best she could in fast strokes.
"Ugh! Huhhhhrrrrr!" Laura growled through gritted teeth.
She had to cum, had to climax now! This was worse, much worse, much more urgent than before! Jack saw her wildness and fucked more brutally, ramming his prick deep into her shitter. For a second, the woman thought she could feel her asshole lining tearing. His cock hit her like a runaway freight train crashing into the side of a mountain. She screamed, her fingers clawing at the splintery wood of the pillory. He was cumming! She could feel a cataclysm of white-hot fire exploding in her ass. His jizz was spattering against her shitter walls! He was unloading his cum in her ass!
"Noooooo!"
It was a firestorm of lust! Laura shouted and screamed, feeling his cum-spewing cock in her ass unloading all that jizz! The dildo faltered, then began pumping wildly in her cunt, the sandpaper setting her clit on fire! The nails pricked and cut into her cuntlips as Jack's teeth nearly broke the flesh of her neck. Lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in her shitter. Laura felt every muscle in her body cramp and tense as her clenching cunthole grabbed hard onto his hammering prick. Jack kept screaming at her, calling her vicious, filthy names while his cock kept jerking and twitching in her asshole.
"Uhhhhhhh!" he growled.
Soon the spasming in her ass stopped. Laura could feel his prick softening as Jack leaned heavily against her back. But her cunt was still cumming! The horrible sandpapered dildo was still reaming out her fuckhole, still rubbing against her clit. Oh, how she wanted that prick to stay in her ass, that dildo to stay in her pussy! Jack was pulling out now.
"No!"
The out-sliding prick paused, then slid out on a film of jizz. Laura twisted her head from side to side, her eyelids cinched tight, tears of anger and lust oozing over her lashes. Her overloaded brain shattered into a million pieces. She fought to keep that prick in her asshole.
"Ughhhhhh... " she sobbed.
The wild-flaring head slipped out. Laura ground her teeth together, cursing Jack, cursing herself, while her asshole muscles fluttered. Her cunt muscles cramped again and again, gripping that dildo. She still jerked and twitched as Jack stepped away and watched her imprisoned body.
Slowly Laura's arms straightened, her body going limp in the pillory. Another powerful spasm of her pussy muscles, and the long dildo slipped out, clattering to the concrete floor below. The woman collapsed, her mind blanking out for several seconds as the last overwhelming contractions in her cunt and asshole swept over her.
"God, oh, God... " Laura had never felt so deserted in her life! Gone! The wild stimulation was gone. Nothing was left except the faint contractions between her legs reminding her of the violent rape seconds ago. She sighed once more, resting one side of her head atop the pillory.
"You're somethin' else, baby. Better 'n my old lady."
Jack pulled his pants back on, zipped up, then stepped to the pillory where Laura still sat. Untying the strings tightened still to her nipples, he unlocked both latches of the pillory and slipped the moaning woman from the device.
"Ohhhhh... " she groaned.
"You wanna keep this up, baby? Man, we could fuck around like crazy even after Jenny gets back. She don't have to know... or she might even get to like it."
"Stop it!"
Laura roused herself enough to clasp both hands over her ears. She no longer wanted to hear about her sister, about the foul turn Jenny's marriage had taken. No, all she wanted was to get away from this sadist! She tucked her legs under her ass, drawing away from Jack, feeling some of her strength returning. Oh, how her shitter hurt from that brutal fucking! She could feel the cum oozing from her asshole. All she wanted was to get away, run from this maniac before he destroyed her even more.
"Up to you, baby. But you're missing out on a lot. Here," he said, picking up her torn clothes and flinging them into her face. Laura stared up at Jack with dulled eyes, fearing every step he took. It was only when he began climbing the stairs that she felt safe. "You get dressed and leave if you want. But... " He paused for a second. "You won't leave. You'll be around for another session, you can bet on it."
"Never," Laura muttered under her breath, drawing the clothes protectively against her tits. "Never." She whispered obscenities, hiding her shamed face in the soft material.
That evening, as she tip-toed past her daughter's room, still burning with shame and aching from the brutal rape and beating, Laura swore she would leave in the morning. Carol hadn't been all that happy here in the lonely high desert country. There was hardly anyone her age for her to talk to. Surely she would have no trouble in convincing her daughter to leave.
But later that night as she tossed and turned in her bed, Laura was unsure what course she would take. She hated what had happened to her. Her own brother-in-law had attacked her, made her suffer incredibly under those weird instruments. Surely she had to run away from that kind of sick mind. .
And yet her dreams were troubled. There were dreams of Jack, of his fat prick, of the way it felt fucking into her ass while that horrible dildo chafed against her clit. Time and time again, Laura awoke, her body damp with perspiration, her cunt hot and swollen, her clit a burning jewel aching to be touched, to be stimulated by someone like Jack. Try as she might, Laura couldn't get the image of her brother-in-law out of her mind.
"I must get out of this house... I must," she whispered, her burning forehead resting against the windowpane as she watched the leaden sky slowly brighten into varying reds and yellows at dawn. Exhausted, Laura turned and fell back on the bed, praying for some rest from the torment of the night before.
That morning and later that afternoon Laura remained in her room, too terrified at the thought of meeting Jack. What if she should say something that would give them away? There was her daughter, his son, David, who always made her feel uncomfortable. No, she could never parade her perversity around like some women do, ignoring all the disapproving stares she knew would appear.
Carol, on the other hand, had recuperated sufficiently from her ordeal to come downstairs shortly after three. David wasn't around. Searching for her mother, the young girl tip-toed into the kitchen and discovered her uncle sitting at the table, sipping a cold beer. As he glanced up, his lips curled into a smile and he waved one hand toward an empty seat. Blushing, Carol walked with her hands folded modestly in front of her, taking the seat, then lifting her eyes to her uncle's and smiling uncomfortably. Jack's smile became a sneer.
CHAPTER NINE
"Uncle Jack!"
Carol was horrified. Having endured David was one thing. But never, never had she suspected her uncle was involved in the same kind of sex practice. He had lured her down to the basement, had locked the door, then thrown himself on top of her. Struggling, the frantic blonde teen discovered there was nothing she could do to help herself. Jack had pushed her into one corner, pressing her back against the warm water heater, then pinned her shoulders to the cinderblocks while tearing off her halter. In a moment, the young woman felt the rubbing of her cotton shorts over her thighs, past her knees, gone!
"No!" she screamed.
The fires of hell raged through her as her uncle savagely kissed her, his tongue diving down her throat while his hands crawled up and down her sides. He was pinching her ass, her tits, then shoving her harder against the wall while his knees pushed her legs apart. His fingers were cupping her cunt mound, his callused thumb pressing her clit, then slipping in between her outer cuntlips until she felt the dirty nail running along her pussy lining. It was all too horrible for her to take in.
"Please, untie me!"
But the words, the very worst was now as she lay in this obscene, awkward position. Uncle Jack seemed to have gone out of his mind! When she had tried escaping by sidestepping him earlier, he had slapped her hard on the back of the head, stunning her, knocking her to the floor. Carol had tried to regain her balance. But the basement seem to reel about her as if it were hit by an earthquake. She felt his hands tugging at her arms and legs, then lifting her to a table. Things seemed blurred and confused for a moment. But soon she regained consciousness... just in time to feel her hands being stretched back and her wrists being slipped into something that felt like cuffs. They were cuffs, suspended from the low-beamed ceiling by two half-inch-link chains. The girl screamed, feeling the painful pressure of her arms being stretched behind her. Jack said nothing, moving around to the back and raising first her right leg, then the left, slipping the ankles into similar, but large cuffs suspended in the same manner as the first set. In a moment, Carol was completely bound and helpless, her body u-shaped, bent back, her head hanging forward while her spine curved unnaturally. Uncle Jack stood back and grinned, one hand rubbing what was obviously his prickhead, shoving up against the front of his pants. He was about to say something when they both heard creaking above them. Carol breathed with relief. Someone was up there, someone who would save her from this horror. Jack's smile vanished as he heard the door rattle, then heard it open. "Mother, help!"
Carol screamed at the top of her lungs, her back aching, threatening to break from the unnatural bent-back position as her tits jiggled. There was a flurry of steps, then the sudden appearance of Laura near the bottom of the stairs.
"Oh, my God! What have you done to my daughter!" she whispered, one hand over her mouth, the other still gripping the wooden rail. Her rounded eyes were riveted onto Jack, while her panting breath indicated how furious she felt.
"The same thing I put you through. Like mother like daughter," he said, shrugging, but obviously displeased at the sudden interruption.
"You... you animal! You let her go or I'll--"
"Or you'll what? Call the police? And then I can tell them about how willing you were to push those damned legs apart for me? You think they're going to believe you?"
Carol's eyes darted from her Uncle Jack to her mother, her face registering the disbelief she obviously felt at hearing this conversation. "Mother?"
"Oh, my God, just let her go. Do anything you want with me, but just let her go. She's just a baby," Laura pleaded, her voice choked with sobs as she turned and surveyed the obscene position Carol was enduring.
"Could have a double header... mother-daughter act. Haven't had something like that since I left Tijuana." Jack muttered, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"You... you... " Laura couldn't finish her sentence. She was too upset, too horrified by what she saw to think straight. When she saw Jack starting to come toward her, she let out a tiny cry and turned, starting up the stairs. Once more, Jack showed he was too fast for her. Laura felt his fingers catching her right wrist, tugging her back so quickly that she nearly tumbled head over heels back down the stairs.
"Mother!" Carol screamed, her eyes wide as she watched her Uncle Jack fall onto Laura.
"You're gonna call the cops, huh?" he said through his clenched teeth, one hand spread around her throat and choking her.
"No, oh, God, no!" Laura screamed, her nostrils flared, her eyes wide as his fingers closed around her windpipe. She beat Jack's chest with both fists, feeling the world blackening around her as he choked off the air to her brain.
"You're not gonna be callin' anywhere, baby... not 'til I get through with you and your fuckin' daughter over there."
Jack let go, throwing Laura to one side. The woman staggered forward, stumbling over her own feet, regaining her balance, then finally tumbling forward to the floor as Jack shoved her hard between the shoulder blades. Laughing, he stepped on her hand when she tried to rise, jerking his right leg back and kicking the toe of his black leather engineer boot in her side. The toe caught her just below the last rib, knocking yet more wind from the woman.
"Ooooooffffff!"
Laura doubled over, clutching her injured side, then falling back and rolling over onto her belly. Jack moved around, raising his foot and placing the heel over the back of her neck. Carol let out a moan of horror, screaming then as she watched him pressing down his boot on her mother.
"Oooooohhhhhh!"
"Now you're gonna do what I say, hear me? You're gonna jump when I tell you to, suck cock when I tell you to, fuck around when I tell you to," he growled, twisting the boot against her neck. Laura groaned again, thinking she could feel something snapping in her back and neck.
"Uh-huh!" she cried, the pain becoming excruciating in her back and shoulders.
"Good."
Jack pressed down a little harder, then raised his boot and backed away.
"Now get up and strip... fast!"
When she hesitated, Jack bent down and curled his fingers in her hair, twisting the strands around and yanking up. She shouted with agony, her feet scrambling around under her ass, pushing her up quickly. Jack laughed and began tearing the buttons off her white cotton blouse. Laura flinched away, reaching back quickly and pulling the garment from her body. Her shorts were next, then finally her bra, panties and sandals. In a moment, she stood there naked in front of her brother-in-law and her daughter, wondering what new perversion and torment he was going to inflict upon her.
"Carol here looks a little uncomfortable. That ain't right for a mother to let her daughter suffer," Jack said mockingly, taking Laura by the hand and leading her to the table where the young teen lay bent backward, her wrists and ankles nearly touching just above her asscheeks. From behind, both Jack and Laura could see tufts of blonde cunt curls poking back around from the underside of her crotch. Her thighs were tensing, relaxing, then tensing once more, the muscles flexing to find a comfortable position in this situation that was nearly impossible. Laura felt her heart go out for Carol, and felt a new rush of hatred for her brother-in-law.
"Go on, eat up a little, make your little girl feel real good!" Jack said, taking the woman by the scruff of the neck, then shoving her forward.
"No!" She cried out, her thighs striking the table hard and making her daughter sway painfully from side to side. Bracing both hands on the edge of the table, she twisted her head around and flashed Jack a look of disbelieving horror. She knew what he wanted to see, what he wanted her to do. But she couldn't do it, just couldn't! Not her own daughter, not do something that was so evilly unnatural.
"Come on, it's easy."
When Laura still refused, closing her eyes, hanging her head and shaking it, Jack walked up to her, catching her by the neck, then pushing her head forward.
"No, no, no!"
Laura kept screaming, her hands braced out, her elbows bending outward from the force of Jack's shove. He was holding her head now, pushing it down, down between her daughter's thighs.
"What's happening back there? Oh, God, what?" Carol cried, twisting her head to the right, then to the left, hearing her mother's sobs and protests, then feeling the table shaking beneath her.
"Come on, baby, come on."
Laura struggled uselessly, smelling her daughter's crotch, still trying to pull away from it. But Jack was having too much fun watching her disgust, her disbelief as he pushed her down, down into that young hot cunt. When Carol felt her mother's face brushing against her inner thighs, she realized what was going to happen and tensed her arms and legs.
"No, Uncle Jack, please, don't make my mother do that! Oh, God, no, no!" the girl sobbed, jerking her head from right to left, more tears streaking her face as she tried to tuck her cunt away from Laura.
But nothing could be done. Laura felt her head being jerked forward. In a second, her face was fitted between her daughter's white, tense thighs. She froze, holding her breath. Jack was holding her tightly in place, keeping her there until she started making her move. There was nothing more to be done. She would have to violate her own daughter to save them both. Tentatively, shyly, the young mother opened her mouth, and she shoved her tongue forward, touching it lightly to her daughter's cuntlips.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl gasped.
Carol's body stiffened, her shoulders shaking while her fingers worked against the rattling chains. Laura grunted, smelling the gradually growing arousal in her daughter's pussy. Yes, the girl was reacting to this unnatural licking, her juices flowing involuntarily while her mother began licking her cunt.
"Come on, Laura, come on and make the little girl feel warm and squiggly all over," Jack mocked, hitting the woman on the back of the head again.
Laura swallowed hard, then started tonguing her daughter more regularly. The girl's cunt was clean, her pussy hair soft and curly. Her tongue flicked out a third time and licked fully up the slit between Carol's cuntlips. The girl groaned and sobbed, tugging at the chains until the clanking rattle filled the room. But as horrified as she was, Carol couldn't stop her pussy from juicing, couldn't stop the natural heating of her cunt while her mother continued to curl her tongue into her fuckslot.
"Go on, touch her pussy, move your fingers up there and start playin' with those labes."
Carol groaned as her mother did as she was told. The young woman felt a tongue being pushed into her cunthole while fingers carefully spread her swelling pussylips apart. There was the sensation of cool air wafting against her pussy walls. Then a powerful spasm hit her when Laura's tongue slipped up and touched the red, rounded bottom of her stiffening clit. It was all too much for her to take. She cried out, jerking her wrists together over her spine, tensing her legs while that tongue, that wonderful, sucking tongue curled into her cunt once more and began licking up and down her hidden, sensitive hollows.
"Oooooohhhhh!"
It was awful, disgusting to be licking her own daughter's pussy and be enjoying it! But that's what was happening. Laura was moving her thighs from side to side, bending her knees slightly and drawing them together to increase the sexy, subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another. She was bringing herself off, jerking off secretly while moving her tongue up and down Carol's juicy cunt. She smelled her daughter's arousal, tasted it while dragging her tongue up and down that wonderful tight little crack. She had never done anything like this with another woman before, let alone her own daughter. But, somehow, something had gotten to her, and there she was, bent over, licking her daughter's pussy while Jack stood behind her, caressing her ass.
"Oh, baby, you like this... man, I can feel the heat comin' right outta your cunt," he said, passing his fingers over her tightening pussy. Laura moved into Carol's cunt, the vibrations of her cry sending the young woman into spasms of pre-orgasmic delight.
"Oooohhhhh!"
Carol tried once more to control herself, to I tell herself it was her own mother back there I licking her pussy. But some dark force had taken her over, had changed everything in her mind. Now there was only a sexy, warm, wet � rubbing over her pussy, something she just couldn't ignore! Thoughts of what or who was causing it faded from her mind as she felt her clit being touched and touched again by that wonderful rubbing surface.
"Mmmmmmm... " Jack bent down and squeezed Laura's asscheeks with both hands, widening the crack by putting his thumbs on either side of her asscheeks and spreading them until he could see the dark moist meat of her pussy. Pushing up, he rubbed his nose against her clit, rimming the tense, rubbery edges of her warm pussy with the tip of his tongue. Laura cried out once again, feel his breath rustling through the wiry hairs of her pussy, feeling that wonderful tongue just barely touching her cunt. Yes, yes, it was wonderfully perverted, horribly fabulous. She was licking out her daughter's pussy while her brother-in-law was crouched down between her legs, spreading her asscheeks apart and sticking his tongue up her cunt!
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Each cry was more urgent than the last from Carol's lips. She was tugging at the chains more frantically, staring wide-eyed at the wall in front of her, while the slurping sounds of her mother's and uncle's mouth filled her ears. Shame, degradation, humiliation--all of those words meant nothing to the frantic young teen now. All she felt was a torch of delight firing up her young cunt. How she loved it, loved the chafing of her wrists and ankles, loved the wet licking sensations of her mother's tongue, loved the raspy groans of her uncle, who obviously was servicing her mother in some way! Oh, if only it could last.
"Shit, baby, I'm gonna pop off right in my fuckin' pants if I keep this up," Jack said, pulling away from Laura.
"Please, let us go... now," Laura said, sliding her face away from her daughter's dripping pussy. The edge of the table was wet with a mixture of Laura's saliva and Carol's pussy juice.
"Not yet. I said I dug havin' a mother-daughter team around here, and I meant it. Now come over here."
His moves were quick, purposeful. Taking a two-by-four, then dropping it at Laura's feet, the big stud commanded her to bend over, placing her wrists atop her ankles while spreading her legs. Laura did as she was told, feeling her big tits pulling down from her chest. Laying the board atop her ankles, Jack took several pieces of half-inch line, and he began fastening her wrists to her ankles first with figure-eights, then attaching her bound wrists and ankles to the board with square knots. When he was done, Laura was bent over in the opposite direction of her daughter's body, her forehead nearly touching the floor.
"Now, we get some fun on this," he said, moving around to the workbench near Carol.
Laura balanced herself as best she could, her naked ass sticking straight up in the air. Shaking the hair from her eyes, the woman looked up at Carol. Her daughter hung there obscenely, her tits riding high on her chest, her cunt still dripping warm juice and spit. Jack moved around in front of the teen, carrying something terribly heavy with several wires dangling from it.
"Now don't freak out yet, baby. Just hang in there, and you'll feel somethin' that's gonna knock the shit outta you," Jack said, untangling the black wires, then holding up one end to Carol's eyes. The girl reared back, focusing her eyes, realizing her uncle was holding a rusty metal clamp which was attached to that horrible machine by a wire. He was pinching it open, sneering at her, then dropping it down, down to her... her right nipple! "Nooooo!"
Carol closed her eyes and shook her head violently as she felt the cold metal brush up against her tit tip. Jack purposely took his time, brushing the sharp rusty teeth of the clamp against her rubbery titflesh, then taking it away. In the end, he attached the clamp to her nipple, watching as the girl trembled and jerked in her chain bonds.
"No, oh, God, it hurts! Oh, oh, you're... you're hurting me horribly with that thing!" Carol cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. How could her own uncle be doing this terrible thing to her?
Saying nothing more, Jack opened another clamp, untangling the black wire, then slowly attaching it to the girl's left nipple.
"Used to use this generator when Davey and I went out campin'. We don't do much of that 'outdoors stuff anymore, the ranch takin' up most of our time. But I've found a few other uses for the generator since then," Jack said, eyeing the trembling blonde teen slyly.
"Wh... what are you going to do?" Carol panted, watching with wide eyes as he took another clamp up from the generator and disengaged the wire from the rusty teeth.
"Guess."
Moving his hand down and under, Jack slipped his fingers along her feathery, soft cunt curls, making Carol jump with that touch. The girl's face slackened, her flesh blanching as she felt those tiny teeth biting her cuntlip.
"No!"
Again, she shivered, pulling frantically and futilely at the restraining cuffs. Carol's cries were joined by her mother's as the two women waited for yet another torment inflicted by Uncle Jack.
CHAPTER TEN
Laura twisted her hands around once more, tugging upward with her arms, feeling the ropes cutting her wrists as she struggled to free herself. Jack had just finished wiring up her daughter, tugging at the clamps, laughing softly as the girl shuddered and groaned at the resulting pressure.
"Oh, please, Uncle Jack," the girl pleaded, turning her face upward to the big man as the clamps bit harder into her nipples and cuntlips. "Please, don't do this to me!"
"I've got one other thing for you to enjoy," he said, ignoring her cries.
Taking a long black wire with no clamp attached, Jack slipped it in between her shitter lips, poking it down, down into her bowels. The young teen grimaced, her eyes bulging while her jaw slackened. Carol tried working her sphincter to get that horrible thing out of her asshole. But Jack was only slapping her hard across her asscheeks, telling her he'd knock the sense out of her head if she tried fooling around with his scheme. In the end, the girl had no choice other than to accept his sadistic brutality. Her knees widening, scraping against the table stop, while her spine cracked a little more, Carol sobbed out her pain and humiliation as her mother watched helplessly.
"I want you to watch this carefully, Laura, 'cause you're gonna be involved in this, too. What your daughter feels you will, too."
Jack moved over to the generator, and he flipped on the switch. Immediately, the cellar was filled with a steady low humming sound. He checked the wires once more, then moved around to the front of the machine where two sets of dimly lit dials pulsed regularly. Carol turned and watched, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh, no, no, don't do that to me! Don't electrocute me!" the girl begged.
Carol felt cold sweat break out on her forehead as she watched those hideous little dials vibrate with the humming generator. She twisted her wrists in the cuffs overhead, tugging at them, listening to the steady rattling of the chains, while her ankles moved back and forth in their restraints. She called out to her mother, never letting her eyes leave those dials for a second. She had to watch, or certainly something terrible and unexpected would happen. Turning once more to her uncle, she begged him to let her go, to stop this craziness before he hurt her. But Jack only moved his right hand down to a dial with faded numbers painted around the blackened edges. He paused for a second, his fingers trembling slightly. He was taking in the scene--the mother bound and helpless in that bent-over position, the daughter trussed up in cuffs and chains and swinging from the ceiling, her belly barely touching the workbench beneath her. And her tits and cunt were wired along with her asshole, the black wires linked to the small generator. Carol saw this, too, and knew she would suffer the torments of hell the moment her uncle turned on the power.
"Oh, please, please... " There was an increase in the pitch of the generator. Carol screamed, her eyes widening as Jack twisted the dial up one number. Almost immediately, she felt a gentle, pulsing flow tickling through her cunt, tits and asshole. It was so strange, so odd having something as foreign as electricity rushing through her body. Carol stiffened, shrinking her head between her shoulders while she screwed up her eyes and drank in this new emotion. Her nipples were starting to stiffen and turn a darker red as the rushing current sparked into the tiny nubs. The girl could also feel her clit starting to rise, to spark with arousal as the electricity rushed about the tiny sex bud. The young teen flexed her thigh and ass muscles, her gut turning over and over again from the steady energy shooting into her shitter. It was like being warmed and tickled all over at once. Carol wasn't sure if she disliked the new sensation or not.
"The little bitch digs it," Jack said, turning the dial down once more. Carol's body sagged in the chains, her concave belly touching the workbench once again. It was only then that she realized she had climbed on her chains, her fingers clutching the cold iron links. "Let's see if you can feed off it." Jack sauntered over to the workbench, and he pulled a five-foot wire extension from the center drawer. There were two clamps at either end, one of which he attached to the wire linked to Carol's left cuntlip. When Jack began walking toward Laura, the woman knew only too well what he had planned and waddled awkwardly back, her wrists and ankles still bound together and lashed to the two-by-four atop her ankles.
"No, no, no!"
It was impossible to escape him. Tumbling forward, the woman struck her forehead hard on the concrete floor, then fell over to her side and finally rolled onto her ass, her arms and legs high in the air with the thick board keeping them widely spread apart.
"Just what I wanted."
Laura chewed her lower lip, screaming and tossing her head from side to side when she felt the stud attaching that small clamp to the flesh just below her clit.
"No, oh, no, no, no!"
The tiny teeth nibbled into her cunt flesh, each tooth seeming to draw more hateful delight from her clit than the other. Laura bent her knees, tried tucking her ass about, tried doing anything to knock that horrid little thing from her pussy. But the teeth remained on her pussy, the black wire swaying back and forth with her violent movements.
"Better save your strength, Laura. You're gonna need it when I give Carol over there the juice and you get it, too. Just think, mother and daughter gettin' off together!"
Laura watched with terror-stricken eyes as Jack meandered back to the generator, checking the wires once more, then placing his right hand on that dial. Both women waited breathlessly as he paused for a second, then turned 'the dial up to the first number once more.
Carol felt something like a tiny orgasm ripple through her cunt. She felt her slippery, itching cunt walls rubbing against one another, the small muscles tensing, relaxing, then tensing once more in a clenching action, while that itchiness she had felt before with David reappeared with a vengeance. Juice flowed from her pussy, corroding the clamps then dampening the top of the workbench, while her body jerked and twisted on the chains. And her ass!
Her asscheeks spasmed with that horrid little wire shoved into her bowels! Her stomach felt as if it were bloating up with water, then emptying at the same time! A delightful fire started somewhere deep in her belly, manifesting itself finally in her tits, her clit, her shitter! The girl jerked her hands down once more, not caring if the iron cuffs chafed her wrists. "Ohhhhhh!"
Laura had never felt anything like this before. As she watched her daughter writhe through the obscene dance before her, the confused woman felt a warming flow of electricity through her pussy. Her knees bent a little more, the board nearly touching her forehead now while her flesh rippled with forbidden delight. That tingle she had felt before was increased all the more by that little wire slipping and sliding through her cunt curls. That dreadful humming from the generator filled her ears, filled her mind. Her cunt was tight, her asshole was tight, her arms were tight, her thighs were tight. It was a wild kind of excitement, one she could have never felt except for her brother-in-law's perversity. And she was feeding off her daughter, her beautiful young teenaged daughter trussed up in chains and wired more than she was!
"Oh, no, Uncle Jack, no, not more!"
More? Laura blinked away with the tears and jerked her head up from the floor. Jack had his hand on the dial again, about to twist it up another notch.
"No, Jack! Oh, God, no, don't do it, you'll kill her and me, too!" Laura shouted, trying uselessly to free herself from the cutting bonds.
The dial turned yet another notch. Almost at once Carol felt the increased hot rush of electrical pressure. Her teeth chattered while her nipples grew longer, the rubbery flesh pushing out against the cutting clamp teeth. Rattling above her, the chains made her body sway while her muscles began contracting in an uncontrollable way. Hot, tiny needles began pricking her tit tips, her clit, her shitter while her breathing became labored, almost strangled. Carol opened her mouth, and she let out a long, low cry of agony. Hurting. It was starting to hurt now. The earlier warm, pleasant rush of electricity was gone. There was a sharp pain now, one that made her body tighten up like an overwound clock spring while it dangled there on the hideous chains above her. She would surely die if he kept that electricity flowing into her at that level.
"Ohhhhh!" her mother gasped.
Laura was knocked back onto her spine, her ass bouncing on the floor while the electricity coursed from her daughter's body into hers.
She-screamed, throwing her head against the floor, wriggling around like a woman possessed as the electrons shot and burned into her body.
"Oh, no, oh, God! My God, stop it Jack, stop it before you kill us!"
But Jack had no intention of slackening off. For a moment, he turned the dial back down, watching with a smile as the women relaxed, almost writhed in pleasure at the decreased flow of electricity. Carol was smiling dreamily, working her thighs as best she could against one another, rutting shamelessly in front of her uncle.
Then Jack twisted the dial back up, laughing as the woman began jerking and twitching like robots with short circuits. Laura screamed, coughed, then screamed again as spittle flowed down her throat. Carol's cries shrilled past hers, the two women going mad with pleasure and pain as the electricity flowed. Jack muttered something, then turned the machine off. Both Carol and Laura sobbed out wildly, then fell back, relieved the burning pressure had ceased for a moment.
"Ohhhhh, my God," Laura whispered, drawing in air to feed her body through her mouth.
"Please, Uncle Jack... " That was all the teen could whisper before she sank into a mindless oblivion. The girl' hung there between consciousness and a complete faint when she realized there was another person in the room. David! He had come down the stairs, had stood there at the foot of the stairs and watched his hateful father do this to her and her mother! Shaking her head, she heard them talking while the generator hummed on next to them.
"Didn't know you were into the same thing, Son," Jack said, clapping his broad-shouldered son heartily on the back.
"Oh, my God," Laura whispered, her head reeling from the horror of the truth. Father and son, both of them sadists, and her sister, Jenny, caught in the middle. How much did she know of this?
"Not like this... leastways, not 'til now," David said, grinning sheepishly as he observed the wires dangling from Carol's tits, cunt and asshole as well as the wire linking the young, blonde teen to her bound mother nearby. "Can always learn from you, Dad."
"Don't worry about that, Son. Come on, lemme show you what this can do," Jack said, gently guiding his son around to the other end of the generator. Explaining to the impatient boy what was going on, he dropped his hand to twist the dial. One. Two. Three! Three! Laura thought she was going to lose her mind. A burning as she had never felt before flashed through her body. Her face flushed while her eyes glazed over and widened. No, this was too much! Surely her body would disintegrate from this attack, would explode as the electrons rushed mercilessly through hers and her daughter's bodies!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Uhhhhhh... " Carol sank back, almost unconscious from the incredible increase of electricity. Jack quickly turned the machine back down, then opened the center drawer and pulled out two rubber wedges.
"Here, Davey, you go put 'em in the sluts' mouths so they don't bite off their tongues."
"Sure, Dad."
David worked quickly, ignoring Laura's and Carol's pleading stares as he stuffed the sticky, hard rubber into their mouths. Carol chewed down on the wedge, swallowing and feeling a little sick at the revolting taste while she watched Jack tracing his fingertips along the top of the machine.
"Okay, Dad."
Jack turned the dial back up to two, then on to three, he and his son watching while the women danced to their new tune.
"Aieyyeeeeee!"
Carol screamed around the rubber wedge, her nipples burning and turning dark purple while her belly tightened and rippled. Her muscles were convulsing, tightening, relaxing, then tightening again in differing rhythms and speeds. Her body was completely out of control while the awful burning seared her very marrow! And what was almost worse, what was completely incomprehensible was the excitement that she was drawing from the torment. Oh, how her spread cuntlips were slick with pussy juice spilling out from her fuzzy hole and wetting down her thighs. She was moaning and screaming, jerking and twitching on the chains while her body scorched under the flowing current.
"Aaaaaahhahahhh... " Laura felt her cunt itching and throbbing, the ache nearly driving her out of her mind while the electricity burned her clit. Her tits jumped and slapped together and the muscles in her body knotted. Her clit was stiffened to the point of explosion. But something was preventing her from climaxing. She was waiting for something more, some further excitement, some more hideous torment before she came!
"Noooooo, no more, no more!"
"Come on David, come on and give 'er a turn yourself. It's a real trip," Jack encouraged, motioning to his son to give it a try.
The young stud looked at Laura writhing on the floor. The two-by-four strapped to her bound wrists and ankles clattered noisily against the concrete, while her knees snapped together and the black wire slapped again and again against her asscheeks. It was so good, so dreadfully, fabulously good! As horrible as it was to admit it, Laura knew having that electricity scoring her clit was one of the best feelings she had ever had in her life! "Uhhhhhh... " The dial moved up to four. Carol was writhing in her own private hell, the flames of that Hades blackening her soul. What hit her cunt, ass and tits was like a hundred razor-sharp claws tearing at her insides. The shocks scratched and ripped, her asshole recoiling as a fist of air burst from her shitter lips. Her tiny assmouth was going into uncontrollable spasms now, nearly dislodging the wire lodged in her bowels.
"Aggghghghhhhhh... " For one moment, the girl struggled up through the fog of pain and delight and thought about shitting and pissing on herself. No, she couldn't disgrace herself here in front of her uncle, cousin and mother. Then the pulsing electricity took her mind off these things, especially when David threw the dial up another notch.
"Aggghghghhhhh!"
Laura exploded again and again in a mindless, painful orgasm. It kept going on and on, locking her into that terrible bliss, while her bound body writhed crazily on the floor.
Her tits and belly and cunt seemed to be torn by hot daggers, and her cries were choked behind the rubber wedge. "Noooooo!"
Another notch! More electricity, more wails of the damned from Laura and Carol. While her mother jerked and danced obscenely, Carol writhed and salivated. Her pussy juice flowed. Her lips were turning purple, diamonds of spit standing on her lips. Her cuntjuice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs while the chains overhead threatened to tear loose from the beams. The pain was an enormous, terrible animal stalking and tearing at her bowels. In spite of the pain the girl felt an orgasm erupting again and again. Yes, it was true! The pain was ripping her to pieces, her orgasm more powerful than anything she had ever felt before in her life!
"Aggghghghh... uhhhhhhh!"
Nothing could keep her down now. Was that burning flesh she smelled? Was that her imagination? Did it matter? She threw her body from side to side more wildly, shuddering on the chains while Jack and David watched with growing fascination at this wild dance of lust before them. Another notch and the women were shrieking like damned souls. Carol's face was a blur as she whipped her head from side to side, while Laura arched her back and pounded her shoulder blades against the cellar floor. One more dial twist up and the women would surely fry up before their eyes. David's hand paused, then turned the dial back down, down past three, past two, past one. With a whining sound the generator wound down, the finally dropped to its original purring neutral humming. "Ohhhhhh... " Carol felt as if she had been raped by a football team. Her cunt was raw and throbbing from the onslaught of electricity and from her powerful, hideous orgasm. Laura was on her right side, her head tilted back, saliva pouring from her half-opened mouth as she gasped for air. It was as if she had been hit by a runaway freight train! Never had she thought the human body could experience anything so frightfully overwhelming as that. And still, her ordeal was far from over.
"Turn it off, Son."
Carol was sagging on the chains as Jack unfastened the cuffs, lowering her body to the table top then twisting her around until she rested on her belly. When she didn't respond to his voice, he slapped her again and again, backhanding her until she came to.
"Leave her alone!" Laura cried, her pleas choked down by spittle.
"Fuckin' my own niece. Sounds like a real piece of shit, doesn't it, Laura? Like fuckin' your own daughter, lickin' her cunt," Jack taunted, knocking the girl's thighs apart with one hand while tugging down his Levi's with the other. The girl sobbed, half-conscious, unable to defend herself. "How could you?"
"Davey, why don't you shut up your aunt with your prick. She'd probably like some young cock up her pussy. I'll take care of this little bitch... probably better 'n you did, I'll bet," he said with a knowing grin, mounting the workbench and spreading the sobbing teen's knees farther apart.
"No, oh, no, Uncle Jack!"
Twisting her head around again, the girl saw David pulling her mother up off the floor, twisting her around until she was barely standing, then mounting the woman doggie style.
"Ohhhhhh... hurhhrhhrrrr!"
"Don't worry about the old lady. She can take care of herself," Jack said, holding Carol's head in both his hands, then throwing her down onto the table hard.
The girl cried out, her sobs cut short by another burning, jaw-breaking slap. Jack kicked off his jeans, jumping atop her, pinning her to the splintery table top. How her shoulders ached from the former position, how his hipbones ground against hers while he began feeding his prickmeat into her pussy.
"Oh, no, no, nooo... " There was an electricity flowing once more, a kind of sexual electricity seeping from her clit. It was happening again! In spite of the pain, in spite of the former torment, Carol felt her pussy warming. Even now she loved his pounding cock as it pummeled her sore, throbbing pussy again and again.
"Take it, you Goddamned little slut!" Jack cried breathlessly, tangling his fingers into her sweat-dampened blonde hair, then tugging and pulling on it until she screamed from the pain. "Take it all and love it, just like your old lady digs havin' her pussy reamed!"
Laura was rutting helplessly just feet away from her daughter. The blood rushed to her head as David held her by the hipbones, fucking her cunt doggie fashion, his fingers bruising her white, sensitive flesh. His fat cock drilled her like a jackhammer, pounding harder and faster in a mindless rhythm of excitement. No, no, she couldn't give into her body this way, couldn't surrender herself in this hideous fashion like some mindless animal rutting in the woods! But there was no escape, no way she could stop her body from reacting like this! Oh, the shame, the horror, the disgust she felt! And yet there was that strong undercurrent of delight rushing through her body, a current that swept her along in spite of herself!
"Uhhhhh! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrrr!"
Uncle Jack was tearing his niece's cunt apart, enjoying this raping assault. How Carol hated herself for this, for feeling what she was feeling. Now that all her defenses were destroyed, however, the guilt went along with it. She succumbed to the wild longings that burned her brain and scorched her cunt. Her ass was sliding back and forth on the gathering sweat and cunt juice beneath her, and her knees drew close and tight against Jack's thighs. Lust boiled inside her while his cock ground her innocence to pieces. With one more thrust, Jack stiffened, arching his back and throwing back his head. Immediately, Carol felt the jizz shooting into her, and she cried out, her climax exploding like a neutron bomb. Behind her, the cries of her mother told the girl that Laura, too, was cumming in a mindless, whirling frenzy of delight.
And then it was over. Carol felt her pussy trembling and convulsing while Jack drew back, pulling up his Levi's, staring at the helpless, ravaged blonde teen as she lay spread-eagled and limp on the workbench. David drew up next to his father, zipping up his Levi's.
"Aunt Laura's a good piece of ass... real good, almost as good as Carol," David said with some surprise in his voice. "Yeah, like mother, like daughter. Come on, let's get 'em untied and upstairs." Laura knew little of what happened immediately after her double rape and torture.
Someone had untied her, slipped the board from her ankles and wrists, then carried her up the stairs, Carol dragging up behind her. The next thing she remembered was waking up in bed, sitting up, sweat dampening her body. She stared wide-eyed at the wall before her, her fingers clutching the white sheets gathered around her knees. Had it been some nightmare? No, the bruises on her thighs and that sore, fatigued feeling in her pussy told the woman everything had happened all too fully.
Kicking back the sheets, the woman slipped on her blue cotton nightgown, gathering it tightly around her waist, then stepping to the door. Cracking it slightly, Laura peered down the hall, saw it deserted, then tip-toed over the carpeted corridor to her daughter's bedroom. The house was comfortingly quiet, another thing that made her wonder about the reality of the horrors that had taken place right under this apparently peaceful roof. "Carol? Honey?"
Laura twisted open the doorknob, stepping into her daughter's room and finding the girl lying on her back staring straight at the ceiling. Tears streaked her face as her fingers worked nervously at the covers, clutching them to her chin.
"Oh, baby!"
Laura closed and unlocked the door, rushing to the bed and sitting on the edge.
"Oh, mother, did all that happen? Oh, it seems so... " The teen couldn't finish the sentence, dissolving into hysterical sobs as she threw her arms around Laura's waist and buried her face in her mother's gown.
"Shh! Shhh! Don't worry about it. We couldn't help what happened. It won't happen again, I promise," Laura whispered, caressing Carol's face as she felt her heart contract painfully. Those animals, those beasts, having done this terrible thing to her and her daughter! She calmed the sobbing teen, stroking her hair and gazing out the window. Somewhere in the distance, a dog was barking, and the innocent cries of playing children filtered up to the bedroom. It all seemed so regular, so normal. And Jenny would soon be coming home. Well, she could come home to this rat's nest. But she and Carol wouldn't be there. No, her sister was welcome to these two animals she called her husband and her son. Laura wouldn't sink to their level again.
"Mother, are we leaving?" Carol asked, controlling her sobs for the moment.
"Yes, darling, yes, don't worry about that," the woman crooned, wondering if she heard a tone of regret in her daughter's voice. No, that wasn't possible. She and Carol weren't like that, weren't women who enjoyed being roughed up and tormented. No! Those feelings she had had were perverse, would be forgotten the moment she and Carol left the house. Yes, they would be forgotten.
These and other similar thoughts drifted in and out of Laura's mind as she held her daughter closely, ignoring the voice whispering deep inside her that scoffed at her good intentions and told the woman the truth. The truth was that she secretly knew they would be bound forever to Jack, David, and men like them.
