Immoral people, capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals--a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-- all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder.
Amy Whitaker, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, Amy finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
THE CHURCH ELDER'S SLAVE DAUGHTER--the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Amy Whitaker screamed and went stumbling into the darkened old barn, pushed hard from behind by her father's strong hand. Elias came right behind her and slammed the door. Amy covered and shrank back when he strode toward her through the shadows.
He was tall and gaunt, as somber as his black suit. He approached the frightened young teen, anxiously appraising her lush figure.
"Why did you bring me here?" Amy cried.
They were just back from her mother's funeral. The minister and congregation of their old-fashioned fundamentalist church were all waiting in the Whitaker farmhouse.
"You know," Elias said sternly. "You have sinned and you must suffer!"
Amy sobbed. "Haven't I suffered enough?"
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her mother Emily had had a crippling stroke and collapsed on the floor right where the grieving girl was standing now.
"You haven't suffered nearly enough," Elias said. "I know what you were doing. I know what caused Emily's seizure."
"You can't know!"
Amy and her mother had been alone in the barn when it happened. Emily came home from choir practice an hour sooner than expected. She went into the barn and found Amy naked in the hay with Jack Sanders, a ruggedly handsome boy she had met at the high school in town.
Amy was guiding eight inches of thick, hot prick to her virgin cunt slit and begging Jack to push it in. Emily screamed and grabbed a pitchfork with needle-sharp tines. Jack grabbed his clothes and ran off naked rather than try to explain to a raging woman with a lethal weapon in her hands.
Then Emily turned her pious fury on the blushing teen as she scrambled to cover the sinful splendor of her naked curves. But the woman's face suddenly paled. A tortured gasp came from her tightly drawn lips, then she fell paralyzed--unable to move, unable to speak.
She lingered for three weeks in a hospital bed, but grew steadily weaker and died without saying a word.
"Emily told me you were naked and begging--"
"She couldn't have!" Elias grinned smugly. "She could still blink her eyes. Once for yes, twice for no. I knew you'd been seeing that boy, so I knew what questions to ask."
Amy sobbed. She had broken the strict rules of their religious sect just by talking to Jack Sanders. And baring her flesh was a worse sin.
"You would have been whore to that heathen if Emily hadn't walked in when she did!"
"I love him!" We're getting married and going away from here. I can't live by your strict rules!"
"You aren't going anywhere," Elias said with contempt. "Look over your head!"
Amy glanced up and caught a glimpse of movement, but had to blink away tears to make out what it was. Then she screamed in stark terror.
A thick rope dangled from the rafters high above.
Amy choked in horror. Wracking sobs heaved her lush tits. The dangling end of the rope was knotted with thirteen tight coils to form a hangman's noose.
Amy had been punished for minor sins several times before--six lashes with a willow switch for accepting a sip of soda pop Jack Sanders offered her at school, ten lashes with a broad leather belt for taking a ride in his car.
"You would have taken the seed of that heathen!" Elias roared in a rasping, deep voice. "And my wife had suffered death for your sins of lust!"
"It's not all my fault!" Amy wailed. "She wouldn't take medicine for her high blood pressure. The doctors warned her years ago--"
"You have sinned like a shameless slut!
He turned and stalked back go where Amy stood weeping with her head bowed.
"I just want to live like a normal person!" she cried with a pitiful wail.
Elias grabbed Amy's trembling left hand and pulled the ring off her third finger. He did it so hard and fast that her skin was torn. Drops of fresh blood spattered the dirty floor.
"You have broken your sacred vows of purity!" he snarled.
He threw the ring at her feet and ground it under the heel of his boot. Then he grabbed her arms and thrust them through the noose. He yanked down on the thirteen coils and cinched the knot tightly around her wrists.
Amy's soft lips parted behind the long black veil she wore in mourning. She uttered a strange cry, thankful the noose had not been tightened around her neck, but deeply fearful, not knowing what her punishment would be.
Elias reached up and yanked the veil off her face.
"You must suffer and repent your sins to me, or burn forever in hell's fire," he said sternly.
Elias was an Elder of the church, one of the men allowed to punish its female members and grant absolution for their sins.
Elias gave a deep grunt and yanked down on the far end of the rope, jerking Amy's bound wrists over her head. Sharp bristles of rough hemp chafed soft flesh bound in the noose. He yanked down on the thick rope again and lifted her dangling toes three feet off the floor.
Her wrists burned and her joints ached. Her shoulders felt so strained that Amy thought they might snap out of their sockets. She sobbed and swayed, utterly helpless and sick with fear. Elias tied the rope around the cleat and walked back carrying a scythe with a long handle and a curved blade.
He reached up and snagged the tip in the neck of her black mourning dress. Then he yanked down, wrenching her arms so that Amy screamed from the torturous strain. The razor-sharp blade cut through homespun cloth with a tearing sound that seemed to echo her anguished cry.
"You bared your flesh for that heathen!" he screamed. "Now you must bare it for me!" Elias gave a wicked cackle of laughter and reached back with the curved blade of the scythe.
The whole front of her dress was ripped open. This time he hooked the blade over a slender strip of cloth between the cups of Amy's white cotton bra. She felt the cold back of the blade press hard against her warm flesh. Amy winced and uttered a sobbing wail.
Elias laughed and twitched the sharp blade, cutting the strap so that her heaving tits broke free--twin mounds of supple flesh, crowned with pink nipples turned rigid by cringing fear.
Amy blushed red with shame, and shuddered in deep remorse. He caught the tip of the scythe blade in the waistband of her panties and yanked down. The frail cloth ripped, and slid down to dangle from her left ankle in tatters.
She was softly curved, a ripening beauty with lush tits so firm that her taut pink nipples thrust upward. They shone under a film of cold sweat as she swayed back and forth.
The pliant dome of her pussy mound was furred with a slender wedge of honey-blonde hair that curled around its puffed lips.
His cock twitched, swelling the front of his somber black suit. He turned and lifted a black, coiled whip off a peg in the wall. He loosened his black tie and starched white shirt collar, then stalked back toward Amy with the long whip uncoiling from his right hand.
"I'm glad Emily came home in time to keep you a virgin," Elias said, "When I've whipped the sin from your body, I will plow your field and plant my seed."
"You can't do that! You're my father!"
"Not by flesh and blood. Emily and I adopted you."
"Adopted? I don't believe you."
"There are papers in that old trunk in the attic to prove it. I'll show them to you after the wedding."
He lashed the whip back and forth. It cracked as loudly as a pistol shot, just an inch from her dangling toes.
Amy yelped as though she'd been struck, and jerked up her shapely legs, wrenching her shoulders and cutting the rope deeper into her tender wrists.
"Wh--what wedding?" she stammered.
"Ours. The Elders have ruled that you must take Emily's place on this earth. We will be married this evening, and you will live as my wife until death do us part."
"No!" A fresh rush of tears streamed down her cheeks.
"An eye for an eye, a wife for a wife," Elias said with a delighted cackle. "You're mine now. You will take my seed and bear my children!"
He cracked the whip again, stinging the honey-blonde-haired hump of her pussy mound.
Her anguished cry echoed in the cavernous gloom. Amy was whirled around by the lash of the whip. Elias swung back his arm and cracked the tapered lash across her ass. It tore through the long skirt of her black mourning dress that was cut open in front, and left a blazing, braid-patterned welt slanting across her exposed ass.
A sharp stab of pain sparked through every nerve in her lithe body. Amy writhed and twisted, whirling around faster.
Elias stepped closer and lashed at her. The whip coiled around her waist, spiraling up until the slender tip struck her left nipple. It felt as though a hot needle had been stuck through her tit.
Then Elias jerked the whip back, unwinding it like a top string. Amy whirled, and the walls dissolved into a dizzying blur. Tears flew in all directions, and her tortured wail echoed back from every corner of the big room.
"That is for letting that young heathen touch what belongs to me," he rasped. "You're a faithless slut, just like your real mother."
"You--you know my real mother?" Amy said in a voice choked with pain. She had thought all adoptions were arranged anonymously.
"Yes, I knew her. She was to have been my wife, but she took the seed of a traveling salesman and ran off with him."
"I can't blame her!" the girl wailed. "You're a bastard!"
"You're the bastard! I am the messenger of God's wrath. And you must suffer for her sins, too. She got away from me, but you never will!" Elias dropped the whip and grabbed Amy's legs in his callused hands, to stop her dizzying spin.
A gleaming red spot of blood swelled on the tip of her clit where the whip had struck. Elias licked and smacked his lips in delight. He spread her legs and lifted them, hooking one over each of his shoulders.
Amy heaved a thankful sigh. He was now supporting some of her weight, and that eased the strain on her aching joints. But then Elias bowed his head and buried his face in her cunt. She kicked and squirmed, stunned by the depth of his depravity.
Elias licked the bead of red blood from the tip of her clit. "You'll bleed even more when my cock rips your cherry!"
"Hungh!" she groaned, sick at the thought.
He circled his lips with his tongue and sucked on her clit. Her heart beat wildly and hammered fresh blood into her sensitive little clit. Elias kept sucking and circling it with his raspy tongue. That sent shivering tremors of disgust up her spine, but Amy could not stop her body from responding.
She had liked it when Jack Sanders fingered her clit. He was loving and tender with her. Elias licked and sucked like some kind of lewd fiend. He clamped his bony hands on her ass cheeks and lifted them, squeezing hard. He wormed his wet tongue between her cunt lips, and thrust into her juicy cunt slit.
Fuck honey simmered up from the depths of her cunt even though she hated Elias and despised his touch. His thrusting tongue pressed against the web of her cherry, and pushed hard enough to cause a new kind of pain.
Amy sobbed and squirmed, begging him to stop. "I hate you! I won't be a good wife!"
"Then you'll be my slave!"
"I'll escape!"
"Your mother tried that. The Elders found the bitch and brought her back. She was kept in chains and punished by all the men who wanted her. She was whipped and fucked dozens of times while you were growing in her womb."
Elias laughed and licked his tongue back into her juicy cunt slit, loving the way that made her kick and squirm.
"Jack will help me!" the girl cried. "You'll never find us."
"You'll never see him again! The Elders had a talk with him. They will punish his young sister if he even looks at my new wife!"
"You can't do that. They aren't members of our church."
Elias laughed and licked his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her hot virgin fuck honey. "We've kidnapped dozens of young women and they've never been found. Hitchhikers and runaways... and a few from town. Their parents think they ran away."
He bowed his head and licked into her sweet-tasting young pussy again. She gritted her teeth and moaned, straining not to respond to obscene stimulation.
"Our unmarried men breed the captives to make more babies," he said. "That's how we've kept the religion from dying out."
"Oooooh, God!"
"You'll be a good wife to me, because otherwise there must be thirty young men who are anxious to plant seed in you."
Amy sobbed hysterically. Elias gave a vicious cackle of laughter, and wiggled his tongue into her cunt, filling the moist little cunt slit with his hot breath.
He strained the taut web of her cherry, then flicked back and teased around her tingling clit. She gasped and moaned, unable to stop the convulsive spasms that pumped sleek fuck honey from the unreached depths of her cunt.
"You like what I'm doing to you," he said. "Your mind won't admit it, but your body can't lie. You were born to fuck. You're an insatiable slut just like your real mother."
Amy shuddered and tried to clamp her pussy slit tight enough to keep his tongue out. That only delighted him more. He drilled and twisted his tongue deep, and made her writhe with revulsion. She kicked her heels hard on his broad back.
"Wha--what happened to her?" she cried in a voice gagged with anguish.
She couldn't help it, her pussy was heating up. Amy was unwillingly bucking her wet cunt to meet his spearing tongue thrusts.
"When our men tired of her, she was made whore to the migrant workers at harvest time. They didn't mind her belly being fat with you. They lined up to fuck her every night until you were born."
Amy felt sick with disgust, and more dizzy now than when whirling on the end of the rope. Hot spasms of lewd pleasure mixed with pain made her mind swirl. Elias held her body, but her mind seemed miles away, free from him and the horrors of a strange religious cult she both hated and feared.
Amy could no longer feel the pain chafing rope that bound her wrists, or think about being forced to marry a lecherous old man more than three times her age. Every fiber and cell in her young body seemed swollen with heat that sank into her cunt far deeper than his tongue could reach.
That sensation of rapture spiraled up to a shivering peak and then exploded into a scream louder than any that came when she was stung by the whip. The sleek wet tunnel of her cunt convulsed into sucking spasms that pulled on her tongue.
Elias wet the long middle finger of his right hand in her dripping fuck honey, and worked it back to the puckered rim of her shithole. Her climactic scream shrilled higher, wavering at the crest of intensity, then settled into a deep moan.
He gulped for breath and plunged his tongue back into her undulating cunt again. At the same time, he pressed the tip of his wiggling finger into her asshole.
Amy bucked and scissored her legs around his neck, screaming again. He drove his finger to the last knuckle and wiggled it in her tight little ass. That was something she never dreamed a man would do. She felt brutally violated and convulsed with loathing, but the tremors in her asshole made Amy's pussy pulse and throb to another grinding climax.
A full minute passed in the grip of those frenzied contractions, then she sobbed and felt the delightfully lewd sensation of complete release start to fade.
"Is my real mother still here?" she asked weakly.
"No, she was banished forever when you were born. One of the farmhands took her with him when the harvest was over. Last we heard, she worked in a whorehouse."
Elias pulled his finger out of her tortured asshole and swept Amy's legs off his shoulders. She jerked and started to sway, her joints strained by supporting her whole weight again. He walked to the cleat, where the other end of the rope was tied, and pulled it loose.
Amy dropped hard on the packed earthen floor and her knees crumpled. She pitched forward and banged her head, sharply aware of pain once again. With arms outstretched, she wailed like a mournful pilgrim at some pagan shrine.
Elias grinned wryly and started taking off his somber black suit. He stripped to the skin before Amy had gathered strength enough to raise her head. Then she saw his naked cock: long, thick, and hard, pointed at her and bobbing up and down like an accusing finger.
She couldn't help thinking of all the sexual torment her real mother had been through... and that perhaps an even worse fate awaited her.
Elias walked back and gazed down at the beautiful girl he had raised as a daughter and would now take as his wife.
"There is just time for you to suck my cock before we dress for the wedding."
Amy sobbed and realized her torment was just beginning.
CHAPTER TWO
Elias stepped into the circle of her outstretched arms and snarled a fist in her honey-blonde hair. He yanked and jerked her head up, pulling the helpless girl to her knees. That put the blood-engorged head of his long prick right before her quivering lips.
It was blue-red and radiating heat like a hot iron. "Suck it. I want to see if you can swallow it all."
"Wi--with my mouth?"
"How else would you suck, you stupid bitch? Your real mother was a great whore, and it's time you learned to act like one. Lick the head of my cock."
Amy reached out with her tongue only because she had no choice. Her bound wrists circled his waist and she could not pull away. Elias was pulling her hair and jerking her head forward. She flicked her tongue along the clefted underside of his anxious cock. He gave a contented moan and pumped his hips to press his hot, throbbing prick against her soft lips.
She rocked back all she could, but he yanked her hair. "Suck it, bitch! You've got to please your husband or end up in one of the pleasure cells on Johnson's farm."
Elias cupped her supple tits in his rough hands, working his fingers into her tender tit flesh while his thumbs turned slowly around her pink, budding nipples. They swelled with the heat of rushing blood.
Amy moaned and leaned her head forward. She circled her lips and snugged them around the bulbous head of his cock, stung by the rank taste of salty male sweat. Her tongue rippled along the underside, exploring the deep cleft and reaching to the vein-ridged cock shaft beyond.
"That's a little better. Not bad for a beginner."
But he pinched her nipples and pulled her toward him, pushing another two inches of throbbing hot prick into her mouth.
Each pulsing vein rippled her lips. Amy tried not to think about what she was being forced to do, but the quaking vitality of his cock was a constant reminder. She remembered how thrilled she was when she first held Jack Sanders' cock in her anxious hands. Jack's cock had throbbed and excited her wildly. She caressed it with her timid fingertips, feeling its pulse like the beat of her own racing heart. She begged him to claim her and plant his seed, aching to feel him inside and seal their loving relationship.
But Emily had come into the barn and surprised them. He had had only a moment to gather his clothes and whisper: "I love you, Amy. And I'll come back for you no matter what--" But three weeks had passed while Emily was in the hospital and Amy did not see him in all that time. And now she knew why.
Elias was grunting and pushing his cock into her mouth. In a little while she would be his wife... and his slave forever.
Amy felt sick and her eyes fluttered. For the last three months she had dreamed of marrying Jack, of living with him in a small house or apartment with electric lights, running water, and a stove that could be turned on just by twisting a knob.
She wanted to wear pretty clothes like Jack's sister. Several times he had borrowed outfits for Amy to wear. They cut their afternoon classes at the high school. Amy changed clothes in the woods where no one could see, then they would drive to the next down where she would not be recognized as one of the Plain Ones.
Jack took her to see a movie one day, the first she had ever seen. The Plain Ones never watched films or TV. They were all thought to be images designed by Satan to tempt the unwary.
Amy wondered now if that might be true. The back row of that darkened theater was where Jack first kissed her, where he put a hand on her warm tit and later eased it beneath the short skirt borrowed from his sister. She had been enthralled by his loving touch and intrigued by scenes of people leading normal lives--riding in cars and listening to music, going to parties and making love.
But now that dream had turned into a nightmare, and Amy knew it was not one that would go away when she woke up.
Elias had his rank-tasting cock pushed all the way to the back of her mouth. The head of his cock thumped soft flesh and probed the narrow opening that slanted down into her throat. He grunted and said: "You're going to swallow it all!"
Amy didn't see how she could. She was gagging already. That lewd thing so deep in her mouth pressed nerves that made her want to puke. She was slowly tipping her head back to straighten the narrow, damp passage into her throat, so Elias yanked her hair from behind. Amy moaned, and he leaned over the bent teen. He pumped his hips and forced his cock in.
Elias delighted in the tight warmth of her heaving throat. The rippling motions that tried to expel his cock were sheer rapture. "I've never had such a pretty face to fuck! Not since your mother was in the pleasure cell."
The heat and hammering pulse of his gagging cock pained her, but the thought of being married and forced to spend her life with such a cruel man was even worse. Amy rocked on her knees and wished she were dead.
His cock drilled steadily deeper, and Amy found that she could not breathe. For one horrifying moment she thought her death prayer had been answered. She felt weak and was ready to die. But then her youthful spirit rebelled against her conscious mind and fought stubbornly to survive.
She lunged forward and nibbled her lips around the base of his cock. Elias heaved a sigh, and drew back until only the tip of his wet cock remained between her soft lips. She gulped a quick breath and he pushed in again.
It was easier this time. Amy had learned the right angle to align her mouth and throat. Elias slid deep into her, huffing hot breath and delightedly pulling her hair. "Faster!" he commanded. Amy rocked on her knees, feeling dizzy and lightheaded for lack of breath. There wasn't time between his throat-reaming cock thrusts to catch a full breath. Elias was pumping his cock hard and fast, rasping for breath himself and making lewd animal noises.
The sheltered young teen had never seen a man in such a frenzied state of excitement. Jack Sanders was a virgin just like she was, and his shyness made him gentle with her. They had explored the wondrous sensations of sexual pleasure together, the first time for them both.
Now Amy was in the clutches of an experienced sadist, a man who had ravaged her pregnant mother before she was born. That made the abuse she suffered seem all the more virile. Her wrists were bound around his waist, and her silky blonde hair was knotted in his gnarled fists. She was utterly helpless, and he delighted in that.
His fast-pumping cock created hot friction that spread from her throat. Amy felt it in the depths of her cunt. Contractions came faster now. Fresh fuck honey simmered up to the soft lips of her pussy and filled the dank, smelly barn with the scent of ripening womanhood.
His hairy groin hammered her lips at the end of each stroke. Amy's mind blurred and began the dizzying spiral she knew would mean escape from torment--at least for a little while.
She willed the tense and straining muscles of her throat to relax and make the most of that soaring sensation. Amy got better at pulling in breath when she had the chance. She teased her tongue all around his cock head to tantalize him and delay his next deep thrust.
"Aaagghh!" he cried. "You're going to be as good as your mother was! I guess it helps to have the blood of a whore running through your veins. You like it, don't you, bitch? You like sucking my cock?"
"Yyyeeesss!" she gasped to deceive him.
A thought had come to her--the one vague hope she had of escaping. Elias could not watch her twenty-four hours a day. He had to run the farm. If he thought she'd fallen in love with his cock, he would guard her less closely.
Amy found courage in that vague hope. She tightened the grip of her arms around his waist and lunged to meet his hammering thrusts.
"More!" she cried when he arched back.
His dark eyes flashed with a lewd gleam. His lips curled into a satisfied smile. Amy was sucking her brains out, rocking back and forth so fast that her hair swirled like a honey-colored cloud.
"Oh, that's good! Suck it, baby. You're making my balls ache!"
Amy could seem them swaying in a sac of loose skin. They quaked and trembled and bumped her chin when he slammed the full length of his pock down her throat. She could feel their heat.
"I'm cooking up a big load for you, sweetheart! The biggest load of my life!"
She thought of the rules of their church and knew that Elias was sinning. He was going to spill his seed in her throat, the pious hypocrite. But God had to be watching, and even the Elders would have to suffer one day for their sins. She sucked harder and rippled her tongue more wildly, hoping that he would suffer a stroke or have a heart attack.
Then she would be free, and Elias would burn in hell for all he'd done. She liked that prospect even better. Amy had made up her mind. There was nothing she could do to prevent the wedding, but afterwards when he took her to his bed, she planned to fuck him to death.
He was already making pained noises, hissing and grunting, and his frantic thrusting suddenly stopped. Elias tensed with his fists balled tight in her hair, clamping her mouth to his hairy cock. "That's it! I'm done. Hang on, bitch!"
Amy felt his throbbing cock swell in her throat like it might explode. His whole body was strained with tension. She thought, I've done it! He's dying!
But Elias was only dying of pleasure. The frantic writhings of her tight throat were exquisite. He clenched to hold back his jetting cum as long as he could, enjoying the fantastic sensation of pressure that swelled up from his weighty balls and ran the length of his cock.
He gave in with a roar and fired the first blast. It shot deep into her throat, far beyond the reach of her taste buds. But Elias arched back and fired again in her mouth. She was stunned and sickened by the taste of hot cum. It coated her rippling tongue and flooded her teeth.
Elias broke from the tension that held his body rigid, and began fucking his cock down her throat again, pumping and twisting as more silvery cum jetted from the tip in searing hot spurts like liquid machine-gun fire.
"Suck it, cuntface! Swallow my cum. There's more where that came from. I have plenty of seed for my beautiful bride!"
She felt a sinking sensation. Elias was stronger now than before, made wild by his crazed lust. He battered her lips with the thick root of his driving cock, and twisted the gushing cock as it slid down her throat. Cum slicked her clinging throat, backing up like sewage in a clogged pipe. Amy made wet gurgling noises, unable to swallow. The slippery cum cream filled her mouth and made her cheeks bulge.
Some of it dribbled from her lips when he battered into her. Jism ran down her chin and dripped onto her tingling nipples. Elias cupped her tits and whirled it with his thumbs to spread it around.
Even his rough hands glided smoothly on a slick film of cum. Amy felt the joyous spread of seeping warmth. She gulped and swallowed some of his cum. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before--salty and tart-sweet. She gulped again to clear her throat.
"That's it, don't waste it! Suck, bitch! Swallow my seed!"
She could not make her strained throat work fast enough to swallow it all. More of the silvery cum cream spilled from her lips. Elias rubbed it all over her tits, and still more dripped down onto the moist lips of her cunt.
Amy could feel the slick warmth seeping into her. Later there would be more, she knew that. She would be his bride in a few hours, and then be forced to take his cum as a wife. Elias had said that he wanted her to bear his children. That thought sickened her. In Amy's mind she was his child! But the swelling pleasure of orgasm kept her from dwelling on that. She felt heat pulsing through every nerve. Her mind was soaring higher toward blessed escape, but her clit was writhing for lack of attention.
Elias couldn't reach it with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Amy wanted to touch it and spark the same kind of intense pleasure that came from his tongue, but her wrists were bound in the hangman's noose behind his back.
She groaned and slipped her arms down around his legs, clawing at the thick noose to turn it around. Amy's fingers were numb from restraint and trembling with desire, but she managed to work the noose back so that it pointed between his legs.
Amy moaned and flexed her arms, massaging her juicy little clit with the big noose. Coarse fibers of hemp pricked her tender nerve ends at first, but they softened in the flood of spilled jism.
Elias felt her hands jerking between his legs and glanced down. His balls were about drained, but he watched his bride-to-be rubbing her clit with the butt end of the big noose, pumping her hips to make lewd fuck motions and intensify the sensations of pleasure.
She climaxed, gulping cum without shame when grinding contractions set all of her muscles into wild motion. Her throat, her pussy, and her ass were all writhing, but the orgasm was not as intense or long-lasting as the one fired by Elias' tongue.
Amy slumped after only a few brief moments of rapture. His rubbery, wet cock popped out of her mouth and she cried, staring down at the cum-smeared hangman's noose between her legs.
What have I become? she wondered. Has the Devil possessed my soul?
Elias stepped from her circling arms and loosened the eye of the noose. Amy wiggled her arms free, and struggled to stand on weak knees.
"Cover yourself," he said sternly.
Amy whimpered, and gathered the tatters of her torn black mourning dress around her whipped body as best she could. Grief swelled over her again, not just the pain of losing the woman she thought was her mother, but the deeper sorrow of having lost her younger lover as well. Elias was dressing himself, smiling and looking smugly content.
"Young women of the church are waiting to dress you for the wedding," he said.
She wept softly, all her plans and dreams ripped apart, like the simple black dress so badly torn that it barely covered her nakedness. Spilled jism still dripped from her lips. The slimy film of cum glossed her tits where Elias had smeared it around, and her honey-blonde thatch of cunt hair was damp with drops of cum she hadn't been able to swallow.
The clinging slickness stuck in her throat, briny and bitter. Elias eyed her and smirked lewdly, putting on his black suit and hat. Then he walked to the barn door and rattled the bolt.
Four young girls stood waiting outside the door, the unmarried daughters of other Elders, all wearing drab gray dresses and floppy bonnets. They stared at the girl clothed in tatters, and started to giggle among themselves.
They fell silent and bowed their heads in respect when Elias walked between them.
"Amy has repented her sins. Dress her for the wedding," Elias said.
"He whipped her pussy," said a girl named Joan, her voice tense with barely restrained excitement.
"And her ass!" giggled Sue. "Look at those welts!"
"Was it worth it?" Amy's friend Mary asked anxiously. "I've been tempted, but I've never let a man touch me."
"Elias will do more than touch her tonight," laughed Elaine. "He'll plow her field and fill it with seed."
"It looks like he planted some in her mouth already," Joan said. "What does it taste like, Amy?"
They took Amy outside and held her near a watering trough in the barnyard. The red glare of sunset made her eyes water and burn with bitter, salty tears. Elias went into the house without looking back.
One of the girls spread a horse blanket on the ground by the trough. The other three pushed Amy down on her back. Sue and Mary pinned her arms beneath their knees.
"What are you doing?" Amy sobbed.
"Getting you ready for your wedding night," Sue replied with an anxious rush of breath.
Joan spread Amy's flailing legs and hunched down between them.
"And I'm going to see what a man's seed tastes like," Joan said, bowing her head.
Amy kicked and moaned, but Joan buried her face in the struggling girl's wet crotch, licking and sucking and twirling Amy's juicy clit with her tonguetip.
"Yyyuuummm!" Joan purred lewdly, bobbing her head up and licking her cum-glossed lips. "It's delicious!"
"Really?" Sue asked in surprise. "Let me see."
Sue bent down and smothered Amy's protesting lips with a sucking kiss. Sue thrust and wiggled her tongue into her friend's mouth.
Amy knew nothing at all about lesbian sexual pleasures, but the other four girls had often experimented among themselves. Sue and Mary kissed and sucked her nipples, while Joan burrowed back into her crotch.
Amy groaned. Joan was a brawny girl. She licked and sucked away with relish. Joan's hooked nose pressed hard on Amy's tender clit when Joan thrust her tongue deep into her hot, whipped cunt.
"Uuumram, virgin fuck honey tastes even better!" she said.
"Then I think we should let Amy taste some," Elaine said, the only one of the four girls still on her feet.
She hiked up the long skirt of her drab gray dress and straddled the girl's face. Amy gasped and squirmed, staring up in a state of complete shock. Elaine wasn't wearing panties. She could see the hairy black bush that shrouded her pussy slit.
Elaine squatted over her face and squirmed as she pressed down, grinding her cunt against Amy's soft lips.
"Fuck me with your tongue!" she said sternly. "Lick my cunt and tease my cherry!"
Amy groaned in disgust.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her Both nipples and her pussy were being licked and sucked. Three different rasping tongues sparked lewd pleasure with their own rhythms. She writhed and moaned sounds of disgust, trying to keep her lips tightly sealed.
The musky taste of cunt was being smeared all over her lips.
"Open up!" Elaine commanded her. "Suck my cunt and make me cum!"
"Pretend you're kissing a man with a beard and a mustache," Sue suggested. "Lick her pussy. Wiggle your tongue in!"
"Like this," Joan said as she came up for breath.
She dropped her head and spiked her meaty tongue deep into Amy's cunt. It strained the leathery web of her cherry and made the girl blubber wet sounds of loathing into the hairy pussy that slithered around on her lips.
Amy could feel the tremors of another orgasm start deep in her anguished cunt. They rippled upward, carrying a tasty slick broth that Joan stirred and lapped with her wiggling tongue.
Her nipples were swollen and throbbing with the heated blood sucked into them by Sue's and Mary's squirming lips. They tingled her nipple tips with wet tongues that writhed with excitement.
Amy wanted to scream. A tortured wail swelled in her chest, but her lips remained sealed by the obscene pressure of a hairy cunt in constant motion. That throttled cry finally exploded inside her and forced Amy's mouth open.
Her hot breath gushed into Elaine's cunt, and brought a wail of rapture from the girl's lips. Amy bucked and twisted in the torment of a lesbian orgasm she didn't want. She could only think: this has to be a sin or worse than what I did with Jack.
Sue stopped licking and sucking Amy's left tit. "Ssshhh, the Elders will hear us."
"I hope they do," said Mary. "They'll make me suck all their wives' cunts to punish me for my sinful lust!"
Joan bobbed her head up. "I'll have to suck all of their cocks for wanting to taste a man's seed!"
"Not all their cocks," Sue said with a wet-lipped grin. "Elias will be busy punishing his beautiful young bride--"
CHAPTER THREE
Three tongues and a dripping wet cunt brought Amy to an intense climax. She writhed and squirmed in the throes of orgasm, uttering throttled cries of delight. Elaine climaxed with her, and Amy could feel the frenzied undulations of her pussy. They pulled and sucked her reluctant tongue in.
When Joan felt Amy's convulsive spasms begin to subside, she raised her head. "Keep her arms pinned. I want to fuck her!"
She reared back and pulled up her skirt. Joan wasn't wearing panties either. Her brown-haired cunt was wet with simmering fuck honey, and her clit was swollen hard with the heat of lust.
Joan grunted and dove forward to grind her protruding clit down hard on Amy's little pink clit. Amy arched her back and let out a loud wail.
The girl's full weight was on her, and Joan pumped her hips just like a man, drilling into Amy's cunt with her oversized clit. She felt the heat of furious friction, and eerie sparks of obscene delight.
"I wonder how the Elders will punish me for fucking the bride before Elias!"
"You know what they'll do, you horny bitch. They'll lock you in a pleasure cell. Every man in the church will stick his cock into you!" Sue warned.
"I hope they keep me there a whole week!" Joan rasped with excitement, kissing Amy's gaping lips and driving her tongue in. "I'll get more cock in one night than Elias can give you in a whole week!"
Amy moaned, and then shrilled a warbling cry of delight. Joan's pumping hips jarred her cunt and filled it with shivering thrills of excitement. For three weeks she'd thought of little but what it would be like when Jack Sanders fucked her the first time. Now she had some idea.
Sue and Mary bowed their heads and sucked her tits again. Elaine circled behind Joan and dropped her head on the girl's ass, wiggling her tongue around its puckered rim.
"Kissing ass ought to get me locked in a pleasure cell, too," she sighed expectantly.
"Not unless you fuck your tongue in," Joan said. "Give it to me like you want it--deep and hot! Ooooh, yeah! What a wonderful way to sin!"
Amy thought the other girls had all gone crazy. They were practically begging to be tortured and sexually abused. Was it being so long deprived of normal pleasures that made them so desperate? She didn't know, and there wasn't much time to think about it. Joan's clitfucking was making her crazy in another way. Her pussy clenched and squirmed in undulating spasms, sucking and swirling with slick warmth. She gasped and cried, thinking about Jack Sanders, trying to imagine that he was fucking her.
Her climax soared to a fever pitch. Amy kicked and bucked her hips, arching high off the blanket spread beneath her on the hard ground. Joan hammered down on her relentlessly, grinding their clits together until they were both grunting and wailing in rapturous delight.
Amy fell limp and silent when the last lingering tremor had passed. Joan rolled off and lay beside her, tenderly caressing the girl's tits. The honey-haired blonde kept her eyes tightly closed and dreamed of being with Jack on their wedding night. She tried not to remember that it was Elias who was waiting for her.
The four girls washed her in the watering trough, soaping and scrubbing her clean. They dressed Amy in a simple white gown with a long veil to cover her face. She walked into the house in a daze of sorrow and deep remorse, wishing that she and Jack had run away together when they could.
Elias stood waiting by an improvised altar set up in the parlor of the old-fashioned farmhouse. The rest of the church congregation gathered around it.
The preacher, a gaunt man with beady little eyes, spoke. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered to witness the joining of this man and this woman in holy matrimony--" Elias stood rigid, clutching Amy's hand in a crushing grip.
"Elias, do you take this woman as your wife, promising to make her fertile and keep her faithful to all the beliefs of our church?"
"I do."
The marriage vows they used were not like those of other religions. Amy was not asked if she would take Elias as her husband. The Elders had made that decision. And so with that Elias slipped a plain gold band on the third finger of her left hand. It burned the flesh torn when he had ripped off the ring she's worn before.
Amy shuddered when his arms tightened around her. The onlookers all cheered.
"Let the shivaree begin!" cried the preacher.
The shivaree was an ancient tradition, almost a pagan fertility rite--the only real celebration their religion allowed. The wedding guests would all dance around the house, clanging on pots and pans, until the marriage was consummated.
Elias held Amy and prodded her with his cock. It was swollen hard and straining the front of his somber black suit.
"You're mine now," he said. "All mine!"
Amy wept when she heard the revelers rejoicing outside, starting to circle the house and making racket. Elias dragged her to his room at the end of the hall.
He pushed Amy through the open door. She stumbled into darkness, tripped and sprawled across an old-fashioned bed with turned wooden posts at its four corners. Elias swarmed over her in the shadows. He pitched Amy onto her back and stretched out her right arm.
Elias had prepared well for his night of pleasure with a reluctant young bride. He had a thick, rawhide thong knotted around each of the four corner posts. They were wet and pliant, almost like rubber.
He grunted, hunched on his knees astride her chest. He looped a thong three times around her right wrist and then knotted it tight. Amy whimpered when the sinewy thong bit into, her soft flesh, already chafed by the rope of the noose.
A maniacal laugh came from his drooling lips. Amy scratched and clawed at his face with her left hand, but he caught her wrist and forced it down on the bed above her head. The supple strand of leather looped around it in the dark and pulled tight.
Amy screamed in terror, but her cries could not be heard. Outside the house, the Elders caught Sue, Mary, Joan and Elaine. They were bent over a hitching rail in the front yard. Their wrists were bound to their ankles, and their long skirts were thrown up over their heads.
Their ripe, young asses were laid bare for all the revelers circling the house to see. Pious women whipped their asses with willow switches. Horny men greased their cocks with lard and fucked ass as the others danced around.
Elias turned and bound Amy's ankles with thongs knotted around thick posts at the foot of the bed. Her scream faded to a sad moan of despair. She was spread-eagled and tightly bound.
He slid off the bed and stepped back to light a kerosene lantern on the nightstand. Elias took off his black hat, and then the somber swallow-tailed coat that he wore. He stripped off his starched, white shirt, and then pulled down his black pants. His cock leaped out, poised to strike. It looked longer and harder now than when she was forced to suck it in the barn.
The bed creaked when he climbed up and positioned himself between her spread legs. His dark eyes stared at a pretty, young face contorted into a knot of fear. Elias fisted his cock and stroked it.
Veins bulged and pulsed all along his hard cock shaft. His knobbed cock head swelled, sheening with the sweat of excitement. A glistening drop of pre-cum emerged from the slit at its tip. Elias laughed and ripped open the front of Amy's long skirt.
Elias bent over her, leering and licking his lips. He forced the head of his cock down to press on her quivering clit. The heat of his hard cock flesh sent a shivering chill up her spine.
"You're beautiful," he said in a voice hoarse with excitement. "Just like your real mother. And you're a shameless whore like she was."
"Nnnooo!" Amy cried.
"She didn't feel at all responsible for the obscene sex acts forced upon her."
"I saw you with those girls," he said. "You tempted them into perversion. Letting them suck your tits and eat your cunt!"
"They forced me!"
"Yes, but that's the way you like it best."
"I don't like it at all!"
"Then you must learn, bitch!"
Elias wiggled his bulbous cock head around on her juicy clit. She cringed and sobbed, trying to squirm her hips away from him. Thongs binding her wrists and ankles made straining noises like poorly tuned violin strings. They cut and burned her soft flesh. Elias kissed her, thrusting his tongue. Amy snarled and bit hard enough to make it bleed. If he had been any slower pulling it out of her mouth, Amy would have bitten it off.
"You bitch!" he roared.
He reached down on the side of the bed and brought up what looked like the bit and bridle worn by the horse that pulled their buggy. But the harness straps had been shortened to fit a human head.
She screamed and tossed beneath him, but Elias forced the chrome bit into her mouth. Amy sputtered and gagged, half-choked by the curved band of cold steel between her teeth. He cinched the straps around her head to hold it in place, then he reared back and pulled on the reins.
The curved, steel bit forced her mouth open, and pressed down painfully hard on her tongue. He kept the reins taut with one hand and whirled his hot prick on her cut again, bending down with lips pursed to kiss, and jammed his tongue into her mouth.
"You'll wear this until you learn to behave," he said.
Outside, the tempo of clanging noise increased. That sound was broken by the screams and yelps of the four girls bent and tied over the hitching rail.
"Your friends are getting their asses fucked," he said.
Amy could only answer with gurgling noises. The steel bit that pressed down her tongue stopped her from speaking clearly. Elias knotted the reins together and looped them over a bedpost. Then he settled back and stared at her cunt.
Her pussy simmered with sheening fuck honey, and filled the room with her musky scent. Elias breathed deep and savored the aroma of freshly scrubbed cunt.
Then he slanted his stiff cock down and pressed it between the soft lips of her cunt. Amy cringed, but she didn't dare try to move. The slightest motion of her head made the bit strain her jaw and crush her tongue.
Elias leered down and licked blood off his lips. Biting his tongue had caused pain that made his cock throb viciously hard. He arched over her on hands and knees. Droplets of blood dripped into her gaping mouth.
"Your cherry will bleed even more when I rip it apart!" he said roughly.
Amy's tongue buckled under the steel bit, stung by the taste of his dripping blood. Hot pains flared in her pussy. His cockhead was straining her cherry. She grunted and moaned, tossing her head despite the pull of the bit wedged between her teeth.
He pressed down harder, and the membranous web of her virgin's cherry started to tear. Amy let out a loud wail. Elias took a deliberately long time pushing his way through. Her anguish enticed him to greater cruelty. The pained look in her blue eyes was sheer delight for him.
When her leathery web was torn and seeping fresh virgin blood, he hiked his cock in her with a grunt and twisted to ream the soft lips of her quivering cunt. Amy felt an agonizing stab of pain when he violated her deeply, twisting the hairy root of his cock to accentuate her torment.
"Unnngh!" she groaned, flailing her tongue under the steel bit.
Elias smirked in triumph and arched back, slowly easing his cock from the hot grip of her cringing pussy. Amy craned her neck, mindless of the bit, and stared between them. She saw his cock shaft smeared with blood from her torn cherry. A whimper of defeat came from deep in her throat.
He swayed in a high arch over her. Just the knobbed tip of his bloody cock remained wedged in the mouth of her cunt. He let her gaze in horror at the cock that had tattered her cherry, then he slammed down and stabbed it into her pussy again.
Pain spread from her torn cherry. The burning sensation of torment reached her fingers and toes. She shuddered and strained the thongs that bound her limbs outstretched.
His cock twisted inside her again, widening the tear in her cherry. Elias was grunting and rasping for breath, dripping blood from his bitten tongue. Amy winced her eyes shut and cringed in horror, clamping her teeth hard on the gagging steel bit.
Elias arched and pumped his hips, hammering his stiff cock into her as hard and fast as he could. The bulged head of his cock and its throbbing veins grated on sensitive nerves all along the torn edge of her ruptured cherry.
Amy's supple young body writhed and twisted beneath him. Her pussy clamped on his cock like a vise of soft flesh. Elias sighed in rapture and drilled into her tight cunt hole again. She felt the stunning depth of his cruel penetration. Pain swelled like a lump in her throat.
His loins hit her flesh with a slapping sound.
Each hammering thrust slammed her ass into the mattress, and pained the blazing welt striped across her lush ass cheeks.
She arched to ease the pain, and spiraled her hips as the heat of torment triggered responses her mind could not control.
"I'm going to whip your ass every day to keep it lively," he said, short of breath.
Her eyes flared wide and glazed in shock. He was fucking hard and fast into her, and she was fucking back, arching and whirling her hips to escape pain.
Her frenzied writhings delighted his cock. Elias pumped faster, slamming down to feel her bound back.
"You bitch!" he laughed hoarsely. "You love it, don't you? You can't help it. You're a hot fucking whore just like your real mother!"
Amy managed something like a lewd grin despite the steel bit strapped between her drawn lips. She arched and swiveled her hips. She clamped her slithering cunt, and rippled the rings of wet muscle surrounding his cock.
Elias shivered ecstatically, and slowed his hammering thrusts to savor the exquisite rippling suction of her cunt. Amy squeezed harder with muscles deep in her fuck tunnel that she had never used before. She wanted to delight him into exhaustion, and maybe then she could find some way to escape.
"It's too bad I don't know where your bitch mother lives now," Elias said as he paused his violent thrusting to enjoy the undulating grip of her pussy. "I would like her to know that we're married... and that I'm fucking her bastard child!"
Amy was amazed and sickened by his cruelty and demented hunger for sadistic revenge--this man who had been her father and was now forcing her to act as his wife.
With the bit in her mouth, she could not tell him what a bastard she thought he was, but that look blazed in her icy blue eyes. Elias seemed to enjoy her hateful glare. He started fucking her hard and fast once again.
"I couldn't tame your mother. She got away from me. But I'll damn sure tame you!"
She whimpered and moaned, taking his vicious cock thrusts like a pitiful slave. Amy despised him, but she willed her ravaged cunt to respond with constantly changing rhythms of motion. They seemed to come naturally, and she wondered if that was because her mother had been a whore.
The force of his slamming thrusts gushed a mix of fuck honey and cherry stain from her anguished cunt. It ran down the softly curved inner slopes of her thighs and spread on the long white skirt of her wedding gown.
Amy could feel the slick warmth of the spreading stain when he hammered her down. She arched back, grunting and whirling her hips, hoping that another climax would end her torment for a little while.
But Elias showed no sign of weakening. Getting his cock sucked and his balls drained in the barn had eased the pressure. He expected to fuck his beautiful young bride for at least an hour before feeling the need to fire again.
Amy squinted her blue eyes in hard concentration and worked her cunt muscles with every combination of moves she could think of. She saw his look change from one of rage to one of rapture. Elias was dazed with delight.
She clenched and squirmed her cunt all around him, forgetting the pain of her torn cherry and the sickening spread of damp warmth staining her dress. Amy bucked and whipped her cunt around, grunting and squirming her tortured insides.
Elias drove deep into her and gasped. Then his hard body tensed in shivering ecstasy. Amy could feel his cock throb and swell, as it had just before he shot jism into her throat.
Her body trembled with the same tension of anticipation--like it or not, the ravaged young virgin had fucked herself close to the first real climax of her life.
The tremors came harder and faster than those excited by his licking tongue. Her pussy walls convulsed, and her mind went blank in an eerie of delight. Then Elias gave a deep grunt and arched back. Her slammed down with a roar and let his cock fire.
Silvery, hot jism shot into her pussy in gushing spurts. Heat like nothing she'd felt before sank deeper and spread faster than Amy thought possible. The jarring tremors rippled out to her fingers and toes with the spread of a lightning strike.
She arched and screamed despite the bit bound in her mouth. The thong binding her left arm twanged and broke at a weak spot in the hide. Amy's arm lashed across his back. Her fingers curled in cringing delight, scratching hard enough to draw blood.
Like the girl, Elias was enthralled beyond all sensation of pain. He pumped his jetting cock into her bloodied cunt and let his gushing flow run free.
Amy took each searing hot blast with a delighted moan, sucking his cock with her quivering cunt muscles.
For a full minute they writhed in rapture. Then Elias gave a final weak grunt and let his full weight fall on her.
"You're going to be an even better fuck than your mother," he gasped. "And you're mine, bitch... all mine for as long as we both shall live!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Elias slid off the bed and grabbed the hem of her rumpled wedding gown. He yanked and tore the ripped skirt from the bodice. The red stain from her torn cherry blotched the white cloth.
He stalked to the window and threw open the shutters outside.
"It's done!" Elias shouted to the revelers who were still circling the house.
Grinning like a lewd fiend, he threw the cherry-stained cloth to one of the Elders, who knotted two corners around the handle of a rake. He raised it and marched away, cheering at the top of his lungs. The clanging noise grew louder in celebration of her consummation.
Amy had been bound and bridled like a horse, brutally violated, and filled with the seed of a man she detested. The silvery cum was seeping from her battered cunt lips, dripping down her thighs while her ravaged fuck tunnel quivered with the lingering aftershocks of an orgasm forced upon her. She wept bitter tears.
Jack Sanders lived with his parents and younger sister on the next farm. Amy knew he could hear the clamor, perhaps even see the banner from her ruined wedding dress.
Elias closed the shutters and walked back to the foot of the bed. He stood smiling at her, stroking the blood and cum-smeared length of his rubbery cock.
"I'm going outside for a while," he said. "Tradition requires me to toast my new bride with the other men."
Amy could not answer with the bit in her mouth, but she managed a weak little grin, thankful to have him gone for any reason. He dressed and left the room.
She used her left hand to loosen the straps of the bridle and pulled the bit from her mouth with a sigh of relief. Amy strained to reach the kerosene light with her left hand that had broken free. It was barely within reach.
Numbed by the pains of bondage, her fingers slipped and knocked the chimney off the lamp. It fell to the floor and shattered with a loud crash. The deafening racket outside covered the noise of her desperate escape attempt.
She got her hand around the lamp and brought it across the bed, holding the flame under the thong that was bound around her right wrist. Damp leather steamed and hissed, making an awful stink, then the strand began to weaken. Amy jerked her chafed wrist and broke it free.
A sudden lurch upset the lamp in her left hand. It tipped and spilled kerosene across the bed. The burning wick ignited that. She screamed, but no one outside could hear her.
She groped and found a broken shard of glass from the shattered lamp. While flames rose behind her, she used the sharp-edged piece of glass to cut the thongs.
The wooden shutters kept those outside from seeing the flames.
She rushed to the door and ran down the hall wearing only the top half of her ruined wedding dress. Amy grabbed a candle that was still burning in the parlor. There were five other candles in the long rack. She snarled and tipped them over, setting fire to the altar cloth. Then she ran to the stairway that went to the attic. Elias had said the papers about her adoption were in his old trunk up there.
The first thing she found in the trunk was a canvas sack stuffed with money--a bag of five-, ten-, and twenty-dollar bills. Elias often sold livestock for cash, and never reported those transactions on his income tax. The Plain Ones felt they owed no allegiance to anyone except God, so all the men cheated on their taxes whenever they could.
Amy dug deeper. At the bottom of the trunk she found what she was looking for--a bundle of papers wrapped and tied with a red ribbon. On top was something that said Adoption Decree. She stuffed that into the bag, picked up the flickering candle, and put it inside the trunk. It set fire to the other old papers, and lit the room with an eerie red glow that guided her way back to the stairs.
Elias saw the flames when they burned through the roof of his bedroom. The whole back of the house was on fire. He ran through the front door muttering curses. Amy hid in the niche under the stairs.
"You stupid bitch! I warned you that you would burn in hell!"
He made no effort to save the young wife he thought was still bound to the four-posted bed. Elias started up the stairs instead. He was raging about the money he thought was hidden in the trunk. Amy heard him mutter something about thirty thousand dollars.
She came out of the niche behind him and swung hard with the canvas sack. There was a smaller bag of change inside, a leather pouch the size and weight of a brick. That struck the back of his head and sent him sprawling. Elias was still breathing, but he was unconscious and unable to move.
"You sonuvabitch, you're the one who deserves to burn in hell's fire!"
In the kitchen, Amy grabbed a red-checked table cloth and wrapped that around her lower body like a skirt. Then she ran out the front door. The congregation was all gathered at the back of the house where the flames were leaping highest. They had formed a bucket brigade, passing water from the trough where Amy had been scrubbed clean before the wedding.
Joan, Mary, Sue and Elaine were still bent and bound over the hitching rail, with their skirts thrown over their heads and their asses laid bare. Roaring flames broke through the front wall of the house, and their asses were starting to get hot.
"Save us!" one of the girls cried.
"Kiss my ass!" Amy snarled. "You wouldn't help me!"
"We couldn't then, but we can now."
"How?" Amy asked, suspicious.
"We can tell the others you didn't get out of the house. They'll think you died in the fire. Otherwise the Elders will come after you."
"But if I let you go, they'll know I got out--" Then a thought came to her. Someone had left a kerosene lamp burning beside the hitching rail. Amy broke it on the ground where one of the girls could reach.
"Get yourselves free," she said. "That's what I had to do."
Amy ran through the fields without looking back. For two hours she hid in a culvert under the state highway, reading the packet of papers bound with the adoption decree. There was a birth certificate that gave her name as Amoria... something like the French word for love.
Her mother's name was Jessica Fontaine. In the blank where her father's name should have been, it only said: Unknown.
There were a dozen letters from her mother at the bottom of the pile, all of them postmarked Reno, Nevada. Some were addressed to Emily, begging that she be allowed to visit her little girl. They were signed, Your Loving Sister. Emily had really been Amy's aunt. And her sister's pleading letters had all been ignored. The girl felt sick when she thought of Emily's heartless cruelty.
The other letters were addressed to Amy, the name Elias and Emily had given her. She hated the sound of it now. Those letters were all unopened. The most recent was written ten years ago. It said that she had her life put back together at last. She had met a wonderful man named Sam Jackson. They were getting married and moving to a town called Los Gatos in California.
Her heart swelled with hope. Maybe she could find her real mother and stepfather. She had to try.
The lights of a speeding car lit the highway. Amy climbed out of the culvert and stood by the side of the road, waving her thumb as she had seen a hitchhiker do in the movie Jack Sanders had taken her to see.
The car skidded to a stop right beside her. The front window on the passenger side went down, and a woman looked out.
"Where you headed, sweetheart?"
"To Los Gatos," she said. "That's in California."
The woman smiled. "We know, dear. My husband and I are from San Francisco. Los Gatos is just north of there. Get in, we'll give you a lift."
She reached over the front seat and opened the rear door. The nervous young teen threw her sack on the floor and climbed in, closing the door behind her. The car started rolling even before she was settled.
"I'm Vivian," the woman said. "And this is my husband, Bob."
"I'm--I'm pleased to meet you," she said, thankful that it was a married couple who had stopped to pick her up, not a man alone.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"It's Amy... I mean, it's really Amoria."
"Amoria," the woman said. "Pretty name."
"They're looking for a girl named Amy Whitaker a ways back," the man said. "Those religious freaks think she was trapped in a house that burned to the ground. We heard all about it on the radio."
"My name is Amoria Fontaine. See, I have my birth certificate."
"Hey, we don't really care what your name is. Just sit back and relax. It's a long way to California."
"Did--did the radio say anything about a man in the Whitaker house?"
"Oh yeah. They think he got fried. Firemen were still looking for what's left of him and his new wife. And the sheriff is there raising all kinds of hell. Seems they had some girls bound over a hitching rail. They'd all been whipped and sodomized, the radio said."
"How awful!"
"That depends," Bob said. "My wife likes getting her ass fucked."
"And I like it best when I'm in bondage," Vivian said. "But then you must know all about that."
"Er, no. No, I don't."
"Don't try to shit me. There are still leather thongs bound around your wrists."
Bob chuckled. "Leather thongs? Christ, how fucking crude can you get? We've got things you'll like a lot better."
"Wha--what kind of things?"
"Fur-lined shackles and custom restraints. That's the business I'm in."
"Bob sells sex and bondage devices," Vivian said, "from here all the way to the coast."
"I sell adult toys," he insisted. "Jeez, Viv... you're scaring the girl."
"Oooh, I didn't mean to do that." The elegant silver-haired blonde smiled strangely, and started climbing over the back of the front seat. "I'm going to comfort her."
Viv settled on the seat beside her. She was wearing a low-cut, tight dress with silvery threads. Over that she wore a matching mink jacket, the most luxurious item of clothing the girl had ever seen.
"Let me get those things off your wrists," Viv said sweetly. She got nail clippers from her purse and cut the biting strands.
"My ankles were tied, too," she said weakly.
"Oooh, you poor dear. It's hard for me to imagine all you must have been through." Viv cut the thongs still bound painfully tight around the girl's ankles.
The silky fur of her sleeve brushed Amy's bare legs, and the girl heaved a sigh of delighted surprise.
"You like that?" Viv asked in a deep voice.
"Y-y-yes, I do. I've never been touched by anything so sleek and soft."
"Then let me touch more of you."
The silver-haired blonde pulled gently at the skirt Amy had fashioned from a table cloth. She made no effort to resist. The woman softly caressed her smoothly curved thighs.
Amy cooed and purred. Weakened by torment and vile abuse, she was enthralled by the seductive stroking of Viv's fur-covered hands.
"You've been whipped," the woman said. "I can still see the pattern of a braided lash in the welt around your waist."
"Yes, and I was forced to marry the man I thought was my father," she sobbed. "He fucked me just before the house caught fire."
"Her pussy is still seeping cum," Viv said happily.
"They call it seed. He wanted to make me pregnant... the man I thought was my father!"
"You poor dear," Viv sympathized. "But don't worry. We won't let his seed take root."
She dropped her head into Amy's lap and kissed the lips of the teen's whipped cunt.
"Aaahhh!" the girl sighed. Viv was far more clever with her tongue than Joan. Her soft, wet strokes were loving, not greedy.
Amy felt her pussy start to seethe with desire. She gave a grunt and strained against the warm spasms that grew suddenly stronger.
"Don't fight it," the woman said. "Let your pussy squeeze out all his vile cum."
"Huh?"
Viv's tongue lapped into her simmering cunt and twirled back to dance around her clit.
"Oooh, Bob! Her cherry is still seeping blood. I've never tasted anything quite so delicious. A freshly speared virgin!"
"I told you, baby. Stick with me and you'll get all the best."
The girl's mind was reeling. With just a few deft strokes, the woman had teased her to the brink of climax. Then Viv's hands reached up and began to unbutton the front of Amy's wedding dress.
Soft hands sheathed in silvery mink swept over her bare tits. Amy's taut nipples tingled as they never had before.
"She's got beautiful tits, Bob! They're so ripe and supple. You're going to love sucking her luscious, young nipples!"
Amy groaned. She couldn't imagine a wife allowing, much less encouraging, her husband to do such a thing.
"Bob and I have an open marriage," Viv explained. "He likes to watch me with other men."
"Especially the young ones who can fuck for hours without stopping," he called back from the front seat.
"And I like nothing better than finding pretty young girls for him."
Amy breathed a deep moan of dismay.
"Get her good and hot for me, baby," Bob said. "Our next stop is only an hour ahead."
"She's getting hot already. And I just love sucking sweet pussy for you to fuck!"
The dazzled teenager could hardly believe her ears. She had been raised to believe that sex for sheer pleasure was sinful. And now she had stumbled into the hands of a couple that seemed to think of it as a lewd game--an obscene sport to be watched by the spouse.
But the passionate stroking of Viv's tongue kept her from thinking very long. The lithe and stunning silver-haired blonde was an expert cunt sucker.
Swirling lips teased cum from the deepest recesses of Amy's cunt. Her darting tongue licked and swirled. Amy gasped one delighted cry after another as Viv licked and sucked her to the first orgasm the girl had ever experienced without some kind of cruel force being used.
The spasms of climax were tremendous, like an earthquake of emotion that rocked and rippled every muscle and nerve. But then Amy rasped sounds of despair and slumped under the weight of guilt.
"I can't let you do this to me!" she sobbed. "It's an awful sin!"
Viv smacked her lips. "What can be wrong with something that feels so good?"
"I--I don't know. But I won't let you turn me into a whore!"
"Whores fuck for a living. We live to share pleasure."
"It's all wrong!" Amy cried. "I just want to marry Jack and be a good wife! I love him! Only him!"
"Then why isn't he with you, Amy? Why didn't he help you get away?" Bob asked.
"Because he can't! The Elders would take his sister--" Viv made sounds that were both bemused and consoling. "And you think what we're doing is sinful?"
"Don't do this to me!" Amy said sharply. "I know it's a sin!"
"But you liked it when you were forced," Viv said. "I can tell by the way you respond."
"That wasn't my fault!"
"No, of course not. And neither is this."
She was reaching into her big purse again. Viv brought out a broad leather belt, and started to circle it around the girl's waist.
"What's that for?"
"It's just to clear your conscience."
Viv's hands worked swiftly. The inner surface of the six-inch wide belt was lined with soft, black rabbit fur. Amy felt a shiver of mixed emotion when the woman buckled it snugly.
"It's one of the custom restraints Bob sells," she explained.
Where the broad band of black leather curved around the points of her hips, two short lengths of chrome chain were riveted to the waistband. Fur-lined steel wrist cuffs dangled from those. Viv had one clicked shut and locked around the girl's right wrist before Amy knew what was happening.
Amy uttered a sharp cry and lashed out with her left hand, but Viv blocked a stinging slap aimed for her cheek and wrestled the other hand into a waiting cuff. The honey-haired blonde seethed in frenzied frustration.
The wrist cuffs didn't chafe and burn like hemp rope or thongs, but the end result was the same. Amy could not pull her wrists more than two inches from the points of her hips.
Viv chuckled softly and licked back into her restless young pussy again. Amy gulped and moaned, clasping her cuffed hands on the side of the woman's head, pressing down to drive her tongue deeper.
"I can't help it!" she cried. "I love to have my pussy sucked. I am a slut... just like Elias said!"
CHAPTER FIVE
They stopped at the Dreamland Motel on the outskirts of the largest city Amy had ever seen. She had never been more than ten miles from the farm before. The towering buildings and busy streets were brightly lit, even late at night. Amy was puzzled by a neon sign at the motel that said Adults Only.
Bob registered and gave them the key to their suite, then he went back to show the night manager new items in his sample cases. Amy was even more puzzled by that. She had never heard of a motel that specialized in bizarre sexual pleasures, providing facilities and equipment that most people didn't have at home.
Viv draped her fur jacket over the girl's quaking shoulders, and led her to their suite on the second floor. Amy's slender waist was still cinched by the belt, wrists cuffed at her sides. She was weak and still dazed from the repeated orgasms the woman had given her in the back seat of the car.
Amy stumbled into a room almost as big as the barn. Viv closed the door behind them and snapped on the indirect lights, adjusting the dimmer control to a faint glow. The whole ceiling was mirrored.
There was a round bed in the middle of the room covered by a red, velvet spread. Amy was drawn to it instinctively. She shrugged off the fur jacket and stretched out on her back, gazing up at her reflection in the mirror overhead. Amy was embarrassed seeing herself naked. She worked her bound wrists and managed to pull the mink over her pussy mound.
She found the touch of sleek fur enthralling. Amy sighed and stroked herself with the silvery mink. Her fingers spread across the satin lining, and teased the luxurious fur over the hump of her pussy mound.
Viv watched, amused by the girl's response to simple, sensuous pleasure.
"Would you like to see what some of the other people are doing?" she asked.
"Wh--what other people?"
"The others who find Dreamland so exciting. All the rooms are wired for closed-circuit TV."
Viv clicked the remote control device that was lying on the dresser.
A rectangle of glass over the bed came to life with vivid colors. Wavy lines of red, green and blue flickered brightly, gradually coming together to form a picture. Amy had never watched television, but she had heard other kids talking about it at school. The first scene to come clear on the overhead screen looked like a game show. A man in a tuxedo and a white, ruffled shirt was asking questions of a red-haired naked woman with huge tits. A lighted sign on the wall behind him said the name of the TV show: Save Your Ass.
The man asked the first question. "Is the capital of Florida pronounced My-ami or Me-ami?"
"It's My-ami!" the woman answered confidently.
"Wrong! The capital of Florida is Tallahassee."
The woman suddenly looked afraid. "That was a trick question!"
"That doesn't matter. You gave the wrong answer. Your ass belongs to me!"
He held the microphone in one hand and swung at her ass with a cat-of-nine-tails gripped in the other. He lashed across her ripe ass cheeks and striped them with a fan-shaped pattern of stinging red welts. The woman screamed and Amy cringed, recalling her brutal whipping in the barn.
"The cat's nine tongues are padded with velvet," Viv said reassuringly. "It doesn't hurt quite as much as it looks. That couple is happily married. They do this for fun."
"Would you like to try another question?" the man asked. "Win a nice, relaxing soak in the hot tub with me if you get it right. Or get your ass fucked if you miss again."
I--I'll try," the woman stammered.
"How far can a deer run into the woods?" he asked.
"What kind of question is that? There's no way to answer it right."
"There is," he insisted, lashing the cat across her lush ass again.
"I don't know!" the woman wailed.
"Then your ass gets fucked! A deer can run halfway into the woods... after that it's running out."
"Oooh, shit!"
"You won't shit for a week after my cock has reamed your ass!"
He came from behind the quizmaster's podium, and Amy saw that he was naked from the waist down. He had a huge prick, three inches longer and a lot thicker than what Elias had rammed through her cherry.
He threw the redhead on the floor of the stage and kneeled between her spread legs.
"You missed all the questions tonight, Millie. And you know what that means--"
"Yes, I lost my ass!" she whined. Her head tossed and fiery hair flounced all around as his cock bored into her from behind.
Viv saw the girl cringing. "Perhaps you'd rather watch something else. A soap opera, maybe?"
"Yes!" the squeamish young teen said quickly. She had heard about the daytime dramas.
The scene changed to a jail cell where three naked girls about her age cowered against the stone wall.
"I know those girls. They all go to the high school in our town!"
Then a man in a tan sheriff's uniform unlocked the barred door and walked into the room. He glared and stood slapping the palm of his left hand with a billy club that made a sickening loud whack when it struck. The girls cringed, but there was nothing they could do. Their wrists were handcuffed behind their backs.
Amy gasped. "Oooh, my God! That's Mr. Benton, the history teacher!"
"I know, dear. He's a regular customer. When girls act up in his classes, he gives them a choice... a night in Dreamland or a week's suspension. Most of them choose to come here because their parents don't know about this."
Mr. Benton was a balding fat man with a ruddy face.
"One of you stole the answer sheet to last week's history test!" he snarled, smacking his palm with the club again.
A blonde with sharp features and jutting little tits responded. "We did not. It was in your desk drawer when you graded the papers!"
"Yes, but one of you made a copy and put it back." He pinched her taut nipples and made the girl scream. "I want to know which of you it was."
A girl named Rita, with a ripe body and long, black hair, winced as the anguished blonde writhed next to her. "Anyone could have copied the answer sheet! The drawer wasn't locked."
"Ahh-haaa!" Benton said, releasing the blonde's nipples. "And how did you know that?"
"It's--it's never locked!"
"And so you tried to improve your miserable grades," the teacher said. "You never study, you spend all your free time fucking your boyfriend--that football player. A fucking Neanderthal who doesn't have a brain in his head!"
"But he's got a big cock," Rita said smugly. "A lot bigger than yours, I'll bet!"
"Bigger than this club?" Benton pressed the rounded end of the billy club against her black-furred pussy slit and started pushing it in.
"Nugh!" she cried. The wooden shaft of the club was eighteen inches long, and almost as thick as her wrist.
"I know one of you copied the answer sheet and shared it with the other two. I want to know who took it, because she will be punished the most severely!"
"It wasn't me!" Rita wailed. She had half the length of his club shoved into her cunt. Anguished grunts and moans came from her tightly drawn lips, but with her wrists cuffed she was helpless to resist.
"Then tell who it was! I know you shared the answers because your test papers were all exactly the same."
The third girl had curly, brown hair and a desperate look in her eyes. Her name was Melonie. Amy moaned and felt sympathy for them all.
"You can't punish us for getting perfect scores. We might have studied hard like we're supposed to," Melonie said.
Benton left the club stuck deep in Rita's cunt and turned to Melonie. "If you had studied even a little, if you had just paid attention in class you would have gotten at least one answer right. But none of you did. You all missed every question!"
"That's impossible! We had the answer sheet," the blonde wailed.
The pudgy teacher laughed. "Of course you did. And you copied them exactly--but those were wrong answers I left in my desk, for a thief to find. Your midterm grades are all F--F as in fucking stupid!"
Rita and Melonie both glared at the blonde. "It's all your fault! You took the answer sheet!"
Benton grinned lewdly, turning back to the girl whose nipples still ached from being pinched so hard.
"Now we all know the truth."
He dug in his pocket and pulled out a pair of clothespins. With a vicious little chuckle, he clipped one onto each of her nipples.
The blonde shrilled a cry of pain and begged to be forgiven.
"It's as bad as our church," Amy said to Viv, who was sitting on the edge of the round bed now and watching intently.
"Pain and suffering are part of life," Viv answered blandly. "The strongest learn to endure it. The wisest learn to enjoy."
"I could never enjoy what he's doing to them!" Amy said.
Benton took another clothespin from his pocket and clipped it on the blonde's clit. Her tortured cry pitched higher. Tears flooded down her cheeks.
"You don't have to watch," Viv said, fingering the remote control.
"No, don't turn it off!" Amy found herself strangely fascinated watching the torment of others. It made her lush tits and ravaged pussy squirm with an eerie kind of delight.
"Bob will be back soon," Viv said with a smile. "We should get ready for him."
She slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom carrying her suitcase.
Amy stared at the TV, caressing the soft ripe hump of her pussy with sleek fur, thankful a clothespin wasn't pinched on her clit. She arched and twisted languidly, moaning and sighing in sensuous delight.
Viv changed quickly and came back to the main room wearing a black, leather hood with slanted eye slits. She wore a studded leather tit harness that made her tits bulge with swollen nipples exposed.
High, black boots sheathed her shapely legs, sleek and tight-fitting all the way to mid-thigh, where the tops flared dramatically. The boots had six-inch spiked heels that made Viv appear much taller and more menacing than before.
Another harness studded with sharp little spikes circled her slender waist. Two straps came down from the front, one on each side of her narrow cunt slit. They curved in her crotch, rising to join the waist belt again in back, creasing the firm cheeks of her ass.
Amy's eyes were still fixed on the TV screen when the leather-clad beauty walked back into the room. Benton had collared the blonde like a dog. A broad strap circled her neck and two chains dangled from that.
He whirled her around and made the girl bend over. Then he cinched smaller straps dangling from the ends of the chains around her ankles. That would keep her bent over, the crack of her trim little ass fully exposed.
Stepping back, he opened the fly of his uniform pants and pulled out a thick cock that was swollen viciously hard. Its knobbed cock-head was the dark blue-red color of a painful bruise.
Amy gulped, watching him ease closer to the blonde's bare ass. She dreaded the thought of anything being stuck into her ass. That was one thing she had not been forced to experience... yet. Just watching assfucking on TV sent icy shivers up her spine.
Viv noticed how raptly the girl was watching. "Now it's time for us to give the others a real show."
"Wh--what others?"
"All those who tune their sets to this room. The TV works both ways, sweetheart. There are hidden cameras in every room. A man in the control booth downstairs can aim them and zoom in for close-ups by remote control."
Amy gasped, thinking about how she had been anxiously massaging her wounded pussy with fur, wondering if others in this bizarre place had been watching. "H-h-has anyone been looking at me?"
"Let's see." Viv opened a sliding panel on the wall. That revealed a grid of little red lights --five rows of six, one for each of thirty rooms in the complex. Two of them glowed red. "Only two sets are tuned to this room right now, but our ratings will go up when Bob gets back. All the regulars know that he likes to demonstrate his latest devices."
"Oooh, Jesus. And you let him do that to you?"
"Not to me, honey. I'm his assistant. You're going to be the star performer."
"Nnnooo!" Amy twisted and tumbled off the bed, struggling to stand up. That was difficult with her wrists cuffed so close by her sides. Just as she got her feet beneath her, Viv grabbed her arms from behind. She lifted the struggling girl to her feet.
Viv pushed a leather strap under each arm and buckled them over Amy's shoulders. Lengths of chrome chain dangled from those. The honey-haired blonde gave a fearful cry, thinking she was about to be bent over for ass-fucking, but Viv pushed her back on the bed.
She grabbed Amy's kicking feet and circled her ankles with another pair of straps. Those also were fitted with dangling chains about three feet long.
"What's that for?" Amy cried.
"You'll see." Viv climbed up on the bed, gathering the four lengths of chain. She pressed a remote-control button, and a steel hook descended from the ceiling right next to the TV screen.
Amy thought of the noose hanging in the barn, and let out a mournful wail. Viv laughed and dropped the four chains onto the steel hook, adjusting the first pair so that Amy was pulled into a sitting position by the shoulder straps.
Then she pulled on the two chains bound to the girl's ankles and lifted her feet as high as her head. Amy's lush tits were pressed hard by her knees.
Two more lights flared red on the grid. "Look, more people are watching already."
Amy sobbed and wailed. Torment in private had been bad enough, now she was being made a public spectacle. Viv triggered the remote control, and something whirred in the ceiling. The dangling hook inched higher, lifting Amy's ass off the round bed.
Viv kept the button depressed, stepping down off the bed to check her position from floor level. Three more lights glowed red on the grid.
Amy moaned. Viv laughed, thumbing the remote control. The TV screen flashed from channel to channel and stopped with a side view of the weeping girl suspended by a web of four chains with her ass about six inches off the top of the bed.
"You see that one big light at the bottom of the grid?" Viv asked. "That's master control. It goes on if the action in this room is sent into the bar and the theater downstairs."
"The theater?" Amy said in a trembling voice.
"It seats two hundred people. Men mostly. Voyeurs who come to Dreamland just to watch. The best action in the whole building is played on the big screen for them to see."
"That's awful!"
"No, it's a real honor when that big light goes on. Think about two hundred horny men watching and getting hard-ons for you!"
The young blonde could think of nothing else. She felt sick with shame, sorry now that she had ever left home. The world was a place full of despicable sin just as she'd always been taught.
Amy's tear-streaked blue eyes focused on the grid of lights. Over half of them were on now. Viv noticed that too, and nodded approvingly. And then Bob walked into the room. He closed the door and started undressing without saying a word.
Viv watched him anxiously. Amy turned her head away, but then her eyes settled on the TV screen over the bed. The remote camera was zooming in for a screen-filling close-up of his naked cock.
A startled gasp came from the girl's lips. It was enormous--the longest, thickest, hardest and most frightening cock she'd ever seen. Bob grinned proudly, pumping it with his curled fist.
"What do you think about that, darling? Isn't that one awesome big fucker?" Viv asked.
Words choked in Amy's throat. Bob's cock was at least a foot long--life size on the TV screen she could not bear to watch. She clamped her eyes shut and shivered, swaying over the bed.
Her shoulders ached and her armpits burned under the pressure of the straps that held her upper body hanging straight. Amy's chafed ankles hurt even more, bound by the straps that held her feet as high as her head.
"Your mother loved my big cock," he said with a lewd grin.
Amy shivered, swaying even more. "You don't mean Emily."
"No, that wasn't her name. Let me think. It was a long time ago."
Bob was stark naked and walking toward her with his huge prick vibrating like a steel spring.
"It was Jessica," he said. "Jessica Fontaine. She was one of the Plain Ones, but she loved cock so much that she ran away with me."
Viv gaped, her eyes and mouth wide behind the leather hood that masked her face. "You never told me about anyone named Jessica."
"It was a long time ago. I was young then, just starting out. I sold maps, brooms, and brushes door-to-door. Jessie, that's what I called her. Jessie fucked me in the barn back of that house that burned tonight. Then she ran off with me... but the Elders of that damn church tracked her like a pack of dogs hunting a fox. I had her knocked up when they found us, but they took her back anyway."
Amy started sobbing hysterically. "You're-- you're my real father?"
"I guess so. It all fits," Bob said.
He climbed up on the bed and stretched out. His cock stood straight up like a flag pole. Amy refused to look at it directly, but she couldn't pull her eyes off the TV screen.
"I stayed away from this part of the country for years," he went on. "I was afraid of what those fucking religious freaks might do if I came around again. Never saw Jessie again. Never saw the baby at all. Until tonight. Then I knew. You look so much like her."
"Oooh, my God! My real father!"
"Just like a soap opera on TV, sweetheart."
"Let me down, please!" Amy cried.
"No, baby... I can't do that. I've been thinking about getting to know my little girl ever since we picked you up on the road. Incest is about the only sexual pleasure I haven't tried."
"You can't do that. It's an awful sin!"
"Maybe, but it happens all the time. There must be something good about it."
Bob slid beneath the girl who was sobbing, suspended helplessly over the bed. He looked at Viv. "Be a good wife, dear, and grease my cock."
The leather-hooded woman was too stunned to move. "Bob, the girl's right. Incest is a terrible thing."
"How would you know?"
"Because my father and my brothers used to do it to me!" the woman cried.
"Well, Goddamn! I never knew that!"
"It's not something a woman likes to talk about."
"But it made you a great piece of ass. And that's the least we can do for my little girl. Grease my cock, bitch. I'm hot to fuck ass!"
CHAPTER SIX
Amy sobbed and screamed, certain now that she had stumbled into a hell on earth.
"I'm being punished for leaving Elias to die in the fire!" she cried, staring at her own tortured expression on the TV screen.
Bob laughed as his wife greased his cock. "Forget that religious bullshit, Amy. I heard the radio in the manager's office. Elias got out with only his hair singed. They're looking for you, baby. The Elders of that freaky church are out hunting already. And the cops are helping them. You're wanted for arson... and for grand theft. Seems you walked off with that old man's life savings."
Viv was fondly stroking her husband's big cock, teasing it harder and making it throb beneath her gliding hands.
"That's a good wife," he said. "Now lift her up a little. You've got her ass hanging too near the bed."
A touch of the button raised Amy's quivering ass a few inches higher. Her father positioned the upright shaft of his cock beneath the tightly puckered little rim of her ass.
"Relax," he said. "This will be like heaven compared to what Elias and the Elders have planned for you."
Amy wept because she knew he was right. The greased knob of her father's cock pressed hot against her cringing shithole. It sent shivering pains up her spine, but Elias would do worse if he found her. She gritted her teeth and decided to suffer. Wherever this might lead was better than going back.
Viv went to Bob's sample case and took out a pair of steel balls just a little larger than marbles. They were drilled like beads and strung on the ends of elastic cords.
"What are those for?" the nervous teen asked.
"You'll see."
There was a ring on the other end of each elastic cord--a ring sized just right to slip over Amy's taut nipple. Viv fitted one on the left side, working her tit through the ring until it bulged on the far side. Then she twisted a thumb screw that constricted the ring, binding it tight on her tender flesh.
Amy shuddered as hot pains of pressure stabbed into her tits. She thought about the blonde's nipples pinched with clothespins and knew this had to be worse. Viv tightened the screw until Amy's tit felt like it was on fire. Then she fitted the other ring on her right, cinching it just as tight.
The steel balls rested on the bed, the slender elastic cords hanging slack.
"Okay," Bob said. "We're all set now. Give her a spin, then start letting her ass down real slow!"
His wife thumbed the remote control and made the overhead mechanism whine. Amy felt the straps under her arms and those binding her ankles start to strain. She was spinning slowly, turning clockwise. The tit rings bound around her nipples tugged sharply. The weighty little balls were being dragged with her as she revolved.
They bounced over Bob's chest, then over his outstretched legs, tugging hard on her tender tits each time they hit an obstruction. Amy was suspended by four chains linked over the ceiling hook, starting to spin like a top that was balanced on the head of her father's stiff cock.
"Spin her a little faster," Bob said.
Viv pressed the control button, and Amy heard the whining noise over her head pitch higher. Viv spoke.
"Look, all the lights are on. Everyone in the building is watching us on TV. Even in the theater now."
"I told the manager we'd have something special tonight. Crank it up some more, Viv. Spin her till those balls start to fly."
Amy's dizzying whirl picked up speed. The greased head of his cock felt like a poker pressed against the rim of her ass. It burned so that she expected the lubricating gel to start smoking.
As she whirled faster, the balls whipped around and subjected her bound nipples to terrible strain. The chrome spheres rose off the bed as the speed of her spin increased. The pull on her tits was a steady and constant torment.
Her tits were pulled so the nipples pointed out to her sides, and Viv was still pressing the button to make her spin faster. The elastic between her nipples and the gleaming chrome weights stretched, and the pains burning into her chest felt like a hot wedge trying to split her apart.
"That's enough speed, Viv. Now start letting her down."
Amy was dizzy and starting to feel sick. She clamped her eyes shut, but still saw a blur of motion. The hook descended ever so slightly from the ceiling above, and Bob's enormous cock head bored an inch into her ass like a drill.
"Aaaagggh!" she cried.
An agonizing spiral seemed to be twisting its way up her back. Amy's tight little asshole seethed in response to the burning strain. It clenched convulsively. Bob sighed in delight and started pumping his hips up at her.
That added a painful jouncing to the torment of her wild spin. And his massive cock screwed deeper into her ass with every turn.
Watching Bob's big cock in action quickly made Viv forget whatever qualms she had about incest. She liked watching him bore into the tight little ass of the honey-haired blonde.
Viv's breath came in anxious gasps, drying her throat and taut lips as she watched. She worked the remote control device, raising and lowering the hook to fuck the girl's ass up and down on Bob's cock.
Jarring shocks of pain came from Amy's ankles and the straps looped beneath her arms, but she was far more aware of the furious heat and strain of the huge cock being screwed deeper into her ass by the devilish mechanical device. The pulsing strain of his cock rippled from her ass in all directions, heating her cunt tunnel and making its muscles writhe with contractions of intense desire. Bob made delighted grunting noises, and arched his back high off the bed, driving and twisting his cock with such force that he lifted her with each thrust.
Viv was fascinated by the sight of her husband's stiff cock reaming into the girl, who was now nothing more than a blur of wild motion.
"My daughter," Bob said. "My little girl. Welcome home, baby!"
Amy screamed in a rising pitch. She was coming to a climax in terrible pain. Her ass burned like brimstone, but her pussy was in spasms of rapture, waves of undulating motion that brought musk-scented fuck honey to the lips of her cunt.
The speed of her wild spin spread the shimmering drops in a circle around the bed. Her convulsing cunt was like a lawn sprinkler. Viv smelled the tang of sweet young cunt and cringed with envy. Bob was obviously thrilled by his daughter. His handsome face knotted in grimacing delight as he fucked harder and faster into her spinning asshole.
Jealousy made Viv's ass grip and pulse with need. She ached for his big cock, and wondered how long it would take him to tire of the girl and give her a shot.
"Let her down a little more!" Bob shouted to her from the bed. "And keep her ass bouncing!"
Glaring through the eye slits of her leather hood and gritting her teeth, Viv did as she was told. She worked the up-and-down buttons alternately, lifting Amy's whirling asshole until only the padded head of her husband's thick cock remained in the grip of its puckered rim. Then she pressed hard on the down button and dropped her on his whole length.
Amy gurgled and moaned. Taking all of Bob's foot-long cock up her ass created internal pressure that she felt as a lump in her throat. And the whirling chrome spheres tugged her nipples, driving a constant hot pain into her chest. It got so that she could hardly breathe.
She climaxed once in a frenzy of torment, dizzy and almost unconscious when the rippling spasms made every muscle and nerve start to twang.
Viv pressed a button that abruptly slowed her lewd spin. Amy moaned and fluttered her eyes as the room came back into focus. She saw Bob, the father she had never known, grinning up at her. His cock was still raging hard, throbbing in her ass like a beating heart.
Then Viv touched another button and started the girl spinning around the other way.
"No, let me rest!" Amy cried, but she was steadily picking up speed.
"Ooooh, that's great!" Bob said. "Now I can unscrew her!"
His jaw clenched, reflecting the strain in his groin. He was fighting to hold back a hot gush of cum that made his balls ache, enjoying the tension of anticipation, knowing that the longer he held it, the better his eventual firing would feel.
Viv didn't want to wait. She wanted him to jet cum into the ass of his young daughter. Then he might have some time for her. Bob would need a few minutes of rest and maybe want his cock sucked before having another round with the helpless young blonde.
A wicked lewd grin curled Viv's lips beneath the leather hood. Her fingers danced on the control buttons, lifting and dropping the girl's writhing ass like a pile driver. Her falling weight slammed Bob down flat on the bed, but he arched back with deep grunts and speared cock into her as she rose.
Amy's mind remained clear for only a moment, relieved from when she started whirling around the other way. But the dizzying blur returned all too quickly. She felt the furious heat of friction and the familiar tremors of orgasm start again.
"Cum with me this time!" she cried.
Bob would have held his searing jism longer if her could, but his back was arched and his groin muscles tensed to the point of unbearable strain, and still the pressure of cum in his ball sac increased.
He gave a roar, slammed down by her falling weight, then he arched back, hissing hot breath as his cock fired. Amy felt the first volcanic spurt shoot so deep that she seemed to be able to taste it. Then he fired another blast while Viv was whirling her higher. That slicked the walls of her wringing ass with his silvery cum cream.
When she dropped on his jetting cock the next time, the sensation was exquisite, he sank into her so smoothly. His cock was still throbbing fiercely and it was hotter than before, but now they were together like parts of a well-oiled machine.
Amy shrilled eerie cries of rapture that echoed back from every corner of the room. Her asshole echoed the grinding contractions of climax that seethed in her cunt. It rippled and pulsed as she whirled, jouncing up and down on the hot fountain of slick cum cream.
"More!" she moaned. "Ooooh, God... this is great! My ass, my pussy, and my own father are all coming at once!"
This seemed less like incest than what Elias had done to her. Bob was a stranger until a few hours ago--a handsome stranger with a huge prick that thrilled her out of her mind.
She thought of his cock pumping jism into her mother years ago... seed that would take root in her womb. Amy had returned to the place of her birth, the spring of life where it all began.
It took a full minute for the delighted contractions of her ass to wring his cock dry. Viv slowed the speed of the dizzying whirl and let the girl sink down hard on her father's weakened cock one last time. They lingered together, both bleary-eyed with delight, then Viv yanked the girl's head and feet almost to the ceiling.
Amy's head almost hit the overhead TV screen where she saw herself staring back. Viv climbed up on the bed and gripped Bob's rubbery cock. She clamped her little finger around the wet root and squeezed to keep hot rushing blood trapped in the long cock shaft.
"Now I want you to fuck me!" she said in a breathy voice that rasped with desire. She pumped his cock, gliding her hand on a film of silvery cum. It swelled harder and she heaved joyous moans, arching her head back.
Viv wagged her tongue into the crack of the girl's ass and licked jism from around its puckered rim. Amy felt strange new tremors of lewd pleasure added to the lingering aftershocks of her ass orgasm.
Bob was happy letting his horny wife have her way. He folded both hands beneath his head and watched Viv rise up, straddling his hairy loins and aiming his cock at her harnessed cunt slit. She was kissing and sucking the girl's ass at the same time, slurping his cum from her seething asshole.
"Hhhmmm," Viv purred, smacking her lips as she screwed herself down on her husband's wet cock. "Fuck me! I get so hot watching you with her!"
Viv touched the control, and lowered Amy's ass to keep it within reach of her tongue while she speared herself on Bob's cock. Amy knew all the sensations of sexual pleasure now, and she enjoyed the bliss of relief that followed the intense spasms of climax. But never had she enjoyed that sensation of release so completely.
The woman's tongue kept her ass pulsing delightedly. Viv pressed her harnessed pussy down to the hairy root of Bob's cock. The studded straps made it tighter than normal, and the blunted spikes around her swollen pussy lips tingled his nerves.
Viv moaned. "Fuck me, Bob. I know you can fire another cum load. I want your cum in my cunt and my mouth at the same time!"
Bob was tired and still out of breath, but happy to oblige her. He began pumping his cock into Viv's cunt, arching and lifting to bury her hooded face in his daughter's ass. They were all moaning and sighing in obscene delight-- thrilling all those who watched on closed-circuit TV.
Amy's ass dripped cum like a wet sponge. Bob must have pumped a quart of the silvery cum cream into her. The soft tremors of after-climax were still wringing it out, and Viv's greedy tongue was lapping and slurping. She wanted to swallow it all.
She reached a hand between Amy's bound legs and wiggled a finger down to her juicy clit. At the same time, Bob grabbed the chrome spheres bound to her nipples by tightly constricted metal rings. He tugged on them rhythmically, left and right, stretching the elastic cords while he banged a foot of hot prick in and out of his gasping wife.
Viv climaxed first, thrilled by his ramming thrusts and the taste of ass-tainted jism that burned in her throat. Amy's orgasm began a moment later. Tit and clit stimulation while her ass was being sucked proved to be an irresistible combination.
Her spasms of climax powered slick cum from the deepest and darkest recesses of her ass tunnel.
Bob's aching balls steamed up another load, which he fired into Viv's cunt with animal-sounding grunts and moans. When his wife's sucking cunt had drained him again, he fell back, gasping weakly for breath.
Viv was still incredibly horny. She craved multiple orgasms the way a junkie craves drugs. It was an insatiable hunger, a never-fully-satisfied physical need.
Amy was just starting to feel the same kind of restless sensation. When Viv worked the controls and lowered her to the bed, her pussy was already wet with the heat desire. Being clit-teased to a climax wasn't enough.
Viv unstrapped Amy's ankles, and then her shoulders. The girl sighed and stretched out on the round bed beside her real father. Bob seemed hardly aware of her. He'd driven hard all day and fucked harder that night. He was tired.
Amy watched Viv pull off the menacing black hood and shake out her shimmering silver-blonde hair. Then the woman unlocked the fur-lined cuffs that bound the girl's wrists at her sides. She stretched, raising her arms high overhead.
"What now?" Amy asked softly. A look at the grid of red lights on the wall told her that most guests had tuned to some other room where the action was heating up, not simmering down.
"Are you still horny like me?" Viv asked. "That depends. I don't want to be your prisoner."
"What if I were yours?"
Amy giggled. "That might be fun."
Viv sat hunched on her knees between the girl's spread legs and reached out her hands. "Why don't you lock the shackles on me?"
The anxious teenager clicked the fur-lined wrist cuffs tight, and bound Viv's hands near the points of her hips. She grinned and stretched out on top of the softly curved young teen, straining her bound wrists to reach under the cheeks of her ass.
Viv clamped her long fingers into Amy's ass cheeks and pumped her hips, grinding the studded belt and the swollen head of her clit all around the teenager's softly puffed pussy lips.
Amy didn't like clitfucking the first time it happened to her in the barnyard, but now her whole body was more anxious for stimulation. She welcomed the tingle of blunted studs pressing on her cunt lips, and the shocking sparks that shot from Viv's clit into hers and back again.
Bob regained his breath and watched the two of them writhe, his wife and long-lost daughter. Amy bucked and pitched Viv off to one side, then she twisted and rolled on top of the silver-haired blonde.
Viv's wrists were cuffed, bound to the girl's waist by short lengths of chain. Amy's hammering hip thrusts jerked her hands. Clawing fingers scratched the cheeks of her ass, but Amy didn't care.
"This time, I'm fucking you!" she said hotly.
"Go, Amy! Oh, God... grind your clit on mine! Make me cum, bitch! Make me cum hard!"
"With those damn little spikes strapped on both sides of your cunt, it's like fucking a barbed-wire fence!"
"Don't hold back. They'll stimulate nerves that soft flesh never could. Fuck me Amy, fuck me hard!"
The two of them went at it hissing and snarling like two alley cats in a fight. Bob liked watching his wife and daughter fucking like a pair of crazed wantons, but he wasn't quite ready to get into the action again himself. He decided to heat things up a little so they'd both really be steaming when he was ready to fuck again.
He went to his sample case and got a battery pack made to work with the studded pussy harness and tit harness Viv had strapped on. Two thin, black wires extended from the palm-sized leather case. He plugged one into a miniature socket on the side of her studded tit harness, the other into one on her spiked pussy cincher.
Both Viv and Amy were too enthralled with thrilling lesbian sex to notice or care what he was doing, but watching them was making his cock start to twitch with renewed vigor. Bob flipped a switch on the side of the battery pack and twisted a small dial on the front.
Mild electrical shocks coursed down the two wires and into the harnesses Viv had strapped around her tits and crotch. The studs ringing her tits and the blunt spikes fringing her cunt slit were all connected by wires inside the two-ply leather harness.
The tingling jolts jarred Viv into more violent clit thrusting. And each time metal touched Amy's sweat-moistened skin, she got a tantalizing shock as well. Bob turned the dial to give them both a little more juice.
"Go to it, girls! I want to see you have a shocking good time!"
"Haaagh!" Viv cried.
She got the worst of the pulsating jolts. Amy could pull away and not contact the metal when she needed a moment's relief, but the heat of desire still smoldering in her wet cunt kept drawing her back, even when the jarring shocks reached a painful intensity.
Amy arched over the writhing silver-blonde and grinned down. She liked watching another woman suffer the pains of pleasure, but her pussy was wringing up fuck honey and aching for the kiss of another clit, so she slammed down and let the same shocking current spark through her body.
"This is an Orgasm Amplifier," Bob said with a lewd grin. "It will keep Viv cumming as long as Heave it on."
"Turn it up all the way," Amy suggested. "I want to see her in full heat."
"Sure, baby. Anything to please my little girl."
Bob twisted the dial and heard his wife scream. Viv's cuffed wrists jerked and clawed the girl's ass, pulling their pussies together again. A tiny blue arc of electric current flashed from Viv's clit to Amy's as they drew near.
"Yeee-ooow!" the girl cried, jerking and twisting, but unable to pull away because Viv's sharp nails dug into her ass.
"You wanted full heat, you've got it now, bitch!"
"Hunnngh, I know! It's like an orgasm that won't end! the current just keeps pulsing!"
"What we need is a cock!" Viv moaned.
"A big cock!" Amy agreed.
Her days as a timid virgin, a shy and innocent girl bound by the strict rules of the Plain Ones, now seemed part of the far distant past.
"I think I've got just what you need," Bob said to them both. "Watching you two has made my cock hard all over again."
He turned the dial on the battery pack down to pre-orgasmic intensity, and hunched between the spread legs of his wife and daughter, who were both sighing and winding down from an electronically activated climax.
He fucked into Amy's honey-haired cunt slit from behind, gave her a couple of deep-reaming thrusts, and then slanted his long cock shaft down to the leather bound V of Viv's crotch. Bob spiked into her ass because that was the only hole he could reach when their two clits writhed together.
Amy was sandwiched between them, gasping and moaning. Her luscious young tits were pressed flat against Viv's leather-harnessed tits, and the pulsing electric current rippled through them both.
Bob reared back and speared Amy's cunt for a few quick thrusts, then he lunged forward, almost crushing her, and drove into Viv's cunt. She shrilled an anxious cry, able to fuck only about half of his great cock because of the young girl squeezed between them.
"More!" Viv demanded. "Goddamn you, I want it all!"
He reared back and thrust harder, hammering Amy's breath away and grinding her cunt lips on the electrically charged studs that fringed Viv's cunt.
"Oooh!" they both wailed.
Amy got her hands on the battery pack and turned the dial higher. Viv kicked up her long legs and scissored them around Bob's waist, pulling him down with all her leg strength.
"Fuck me, you bastard! I want all of your cock in me!"
"No, it's my turn!" Amy insisted.
She arched back, combining her strength with Bob's to break the locking scissor grip of Viv's long legs. He rewarded her with a thrilling twelve inches of hot prick that went where no man had been before--deep into a hidden recess untouched until then.
Bob fucked her almost to orgasm, then pulled back to give his envious wife another shot.
"Hhhooo!" she groaned. "That's what I want! Fuck me, Bob! Fuck me deep and hard!"
He grunted fiercely, and slammed down like a jackhammer breaking up pavement. His hairy loins hammered on Amy's whipped ass while his giant cock slipped between her thighs and into his wife's cunt underneath.
"Is that deep enough for you?" he asked.
"Ungh! Yes, but keep it pumping! Harder! Make me cum!"
"I'll make you cum!" Amy twisted the dial full on, not thinking that the amplified shocks of orgasm would fire into her pussy, too. "Aaagggh! Hhhooo, Jeezus!"
Bob's vein-ridged cock shaft was touched by the chrome studding Viv's pussy harness when she wrenched and bucked her thighs. Amy got a jolt too, which fired from Viv's clit to hers and made them both scream.
His swaying ball sac bumped electrically charged studs deep in the narrow slot of Viv's crotch. They tingled and heaved up jism as though a dam had broken. He pumped a few sultry bursts into Viv, and then gave Amy's wet cunt a couple of shots.
Cum sprayed between them as he fucked his cock from one hot cunt hole to the other. That intensified the flow of electric power that pulsed between them. Their climaxes lasted for what seemed like hours, and when it was over, Amy wanted nothing more than a long sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amy settled into a deep and restful sleep. She awoke with Bob's strong hand on her shoulder. "Amy, wake up!"
"Wha--?"
"Get up!" he said. "Get dressed. We've got to get out of here!"
"Why?" Amy purred. "I'm just starting to enjoy it."
"I know, baby. But there's a horse and buggy parked outside. Elias and the Elders are looking for you!"
"Oh, shit!" Amy's sleepy blue eyes flew wide as she scrambled off the round bed. "They can't make me go back, can they?"
"They can't, but the deputy sheriffs with them sure can. You're wanted for arson, grand theft, and attempted murder."
"Jeeezus!"
Viv stood by the bed, fully dressed.
"Come into the bathroom. I've got some clothes you can wear."
Amy followed her in a daze. She could hear rumbling voices and thudding footsteps coming up the stairs at the end of the hall. Half a dozen men at least.
They knocked on a door two or three down from theirs and shouted.
"Police, open up!"
In the bathroom Viv had some extra clothes from her suitcase laid out on the vanity--a lacy black bra with round cutouts at the tips of the cups for her nipples to poke through.
The bra accented the luscious fullness of her young tits, and the open-tipped cones made her nipples bulge like two ripe berries. Viv helped her put it on and adjust the straps. Then she gave her a matching garter belt and some mesh stockings.
"I know this stuff is sexier than what you're used to wearing, but--"
"That's all right," Amy said with a nervous giggle. "I like it."
Viv grinned and opened her makeup case. "Now some lipstick and eye shadow. Hold still."
Amy watched in the mirror, seeing her face transformed from that of an innocent girl to one of a woman who looked older and more sophisticated. She was pleased with the change, but still afraid that Elias would recognize her.
"Now put up your hair," Viv said. "Pin it down tight."
She had a black wig with long bangs and face-framing curls. When she had put that on, Amy hardly recognized herself.
A sheer red blouse with a plunging V neck, a short skirt that showed a lot of leg, and spike-heeled shoes that added six inches to her height completed the outfit.
"Your own father wouldn't recognize you," Viv said with a sigh of relief.
"It's not my father I'm worried about. It's my husband."
Amy almost choked on the last word. Then she heard a demanding knock at the door of the room next to theirs, and she did choke on the lump of fear swelling in her throat.
Bob called out. "Are you two about ready?"
"Almost." Viv helped Amy put on her silver-blue mink, and the girl purred delightedly, stroking the silky fur for some kind of reassurance.
Bob poked his head into the bathroom. "Hurry up! They're almost here!" Then he looked at Amy and did a classic double-take. "Jesus Christ! You look sexy as hell!" .
"I feel sexy, too. Too bad we don't have more time," Amy said with a wink.
"We'll have time later," he said. "It's a long way to California, and we've got some other stops to make."
Bob carried his sample cases out the door. Amy followed him, carrying a suitcase, and Viv came along behind with her overnight bag. They met four Elders of the church and two deputy sheriffs in the hall just outside the door.
Six pairs of eyes carefully studied the two women. Amy felt her heart stop beating for what seemed like a full minute. Elias was looking right at her, then he spoke to Bob.
"We're looking for a young girl--a blonde."
"Aren't we all?" Bob said as casually as he could.
That made the two deputies laugh. Elias glared and went on, motioning for the rest of the search party to follow. He passed Amy without giving her a second look. She took in a long breath when he was behind her.
Bob led them to the car as the determined searchers went on door-to-door. "All hell is m going to break loose when they find that high school teacher with three teenagers."
Amy laughed softly because her body needed relief from the awful tension that had been mounting since Bob jarred her from a sound sleep.
They drove west, with the sun rising behind them. Amy settled back and began to breathe easy an hour later. Viv was driving and Bob sat with his daughter in the back seat. He fondled her tits through a soft layer of silky fur. Then he reached inside her blouse and teased her bare nipples.
Amy gasped anxiously and melted into his arms. They fucked hot and heavy all the way through the Rocky Mountains, spectacular peaks that she saw only fleetingly. Bob didn't see them at all because he was far more interested in the supple peaks of his daughter's lush tits.
He fucked her anxious cunt full of cum and then took a turn at the wheel so that Viv could lick and suck Amy's pussy clean. They stopped that night at a motel much like Dreamland somewhere in Colorado.
Bob rented a suite that was set up like an ancient dungeon, with walls of damp stone and flickering gas torches set in iron holders.
While he was showing the latest sex toys and bondage devices to the owners, Viv stripped Amy down to her sexy underwear and laid the girl on the rack--the only thing much like a bed in that clammy cell.
"After riding and fucking all day in the back of the car, you need a good stretch."
Cold iron shackles clicked shut around her wrists before Amy could think to protest. Viv circled to the foot of the massive, oak table and snapped two more locking bands around her ankles. Amy sobbed and tugged against the four heavy chains that pulled her limbs to the corners.
Amy dreaded confinement. It made her think of Elias and all she was trying so desperately to get away from. "Bob likes playing the Dungeon Master, and you have been a very naughty little girl!"
Viv gave her a lascivious grin, and started turning a crank mounted under the table between Amy's spread legs. The four parts of the top started to spread, widening an X-shaped line of cracks.
The chains bound to her wrists and ankles pulled tight. Cold, hand-forged shackles chafed her skin. Amy whimpered and moaned. She could feel her joints starting to strain.
"This is all in keeping with your religion," the woman said. "No modern electric motors. No remote control. No TV to watch while you suffer."
"Stop it!" Amy screamed.
Viv ignored the girl's tortured wail, and kept turning the crank slowly, spreading Amy's arms and legs until every muscle and nerve in her body felt the terrible tension.
"Devices like this were used by religious fanatics to torture those who would not accept their beliefs," Viv said.
Amy didn't need to be told about that. She had read all about the Spanish Inquisition and the supposed witches who were tortured and burned in Salem. The Plain Ones believed in that kind of torment.
"You would be suffering far worse than this if we'd let Elias take you this morning," Viv said. Then she walked away to dress for her role as the Dungeon Master's assistant.
When Bob came into the room a little later, Amy didn't recognize him at first. He wore a steel helmet with a slotted visor like one of the Knights of the Round Table. A metal breastplate that was molded to look like rippled muscles covered his broad chest. A short sword dangled from the wide leather belt that cinched his waist.
A wedge of thick leather studded with round-tipped little spikes descended from the center of the belt. It was cupped to cradle his balls, and cut out in front so that his massive cock reached out.
Bulging veins along his hard cockshaft looked like flexing muscles, and his knobbed cockhead loomed like a balled fist.
Viv came out of a shadowy comer, robed and mantled like a nun. Starched white cloth trimmed the hood, spreading outward from her face like a pair of wings.
"This girl has sinned," she said in a serious tone. "She has stolen treasure from a true believer, burned his house, and turned to incest in her wild flight."
Amy kept trying to tell herself that it was all make-believe, but the illusion was frighteningly realistic.
The visored man glared. "Is this true? Have you sinned as the good sister says?"
"Yes," Amy sobbed, caught up in the illusion.
"Five lashes for stealing the treasure," he said.
Viv came to the foot of the rack with a cat-of-nine-tails. She lashed Amy's tits and stung both nipples protruding through the round cups. Then she swung again, swirling her black robe and its billowing, full sleeves.
The nine tongues fanned across Amy's soft belly and left a spread of red welts that sent pain shooting into her cunt. Amy winced and squirmed in restraint.
Nine sinewy thongs swept back into the no shadows and lashed down again, striking Amy's splayed cunt. Two of the knotted tips hit her cuntlips. A third nipped her clit and made the girl cry in anguish.
Viv lashed her V'd crotch two more times. By then Amy was babbling pitifully and begging.
"Just fuck me. I know that's what you really want!"
"You can't know pleasure until you've paid for your sins," the Dungeon Master decreed. "You burned a man's house, and so you must feel heat!"
Playing her role as the vengeful nun to the hilt, Viv gave a delighted cackle of wicked laughter, and bent down to light a gas torch mounted under the open center of the X beneath Amy's bare ass.
She adjusted the flame so that it danced like a wiggling tongue trying to reach her creamy smooth asscrack. Amy yelped when the rising heat seemed to burn right into her asshole. She arched and twisted, mindless of the pains shooting from her shackled wrists and ankles. The fire under her ass was far worse.
"And she has resorted to incest?" Bob asked in a tone of pretended disbelief.
"Yes, Master. She not only resorted... she enjoyed it!"
"The sinful bitch! Let's see if she enjoys this."
Her climbed up on the rack between Amy's spread legs and aimed his cock at her wavering cunt. He pressed down, and his hot, knobbed cockhead parted her juicy cuntlips.
His spearing prick pushed her ass closer to the flame. Amy let out a howl that was part pleasure and part pain. Her pussy pulsed and seethed with a craving for lewd delight that would bring relief, but the flickering tongue of flame under her ass burned worse than when she was strapped and forced to spin on the shaft of his fearsome big cock.
Though her eyes were shut, she saw visions of Elias arched over her and ripping through her cherry.
"I think she's enjoying this," Bob said in the harsh, metallic voice of the Dungeon Master.
"She has no shame," Viv answered. "She must be fucked so hard that it hurts!"
Bob agreed with a grunt, and drove his cock to the hilt with one mighty thrust.
The cold and unyielding metal of his breastplate pressed down on her stinging welts, and the spiked collar around the root of his cock dimpled her cunt lips with a dozen painful depressions. But the worst pain by far was the searing heat that singed her ass cheeks when she buckled under his weight and was forced closer to the flame.
Amy yelped and arched back. He withdrew his huge cock and drove it in with a deep grunt. She howled, writhing beneath him, wild in torment. Bob savored the undulating grip of cunt muscles stirred to a frenzy far beyond normal desire.
His work selling sex paraphernalia gave him frequent chances to experience unusual pleasures, and he was lucky enough to find a wife willing to share in those experiences. But he was somewhat jaded by it all. It took a lot to excite him to full vigor.
This girl with her ass almost on fire was doing that now. He didn't think of her as his daughter, or even as the girl he fucked the night before. Bob and Viv lived in their own strange world of illusion. Amy's dark wig and dramatic eye makeup completed her transformation. For now she was an exciting stranger.
Even the rippling pulse of her pussy muscles had been changed by the tension of the rack. The wet sleeve of her simmering cunt seemed tighter than the night before, and it was more lively, writhing with torment beyond anything Amy had ever known.
He fucked her to one screaming climax after another. The leather ring around his cock trapped the hot blood of his erection and made him feel tireless. And just above the cockshaft there was a knobbed spike slightly longer than all the rest. That pressed hard on the indented head of her clit when he drove deep into her.
Amy quickly lost count of the tortured orgasms she experienced that night. It was near dawn before he relented and decided to fuck the attentive nun who was then so horny she could hardly stand it.
Viv had shaved her pussy for him while he was busy with Amy. That added to the illusion of her innocence, and he leered hungrily at her hairless cunt. She kicked and screamed as a proper nun would, so Bob released Amy from the rack to assist him.
They cornered Viv and locked her wrists in iron shackles shaped like a figure eight. Then they cuffed her ankles with bands spread three feet apart by a metal bar. Amy tore the skirt of the nun's habit, delighting in her new role as the Dungeon Master's devoted assistant.
She whipped Viv's bald cunt with the cat-of-nine-tails, and never once paused to wonder what kind of depraved young creature she'd become.
* * *
They crossed the barren salt flats and drove into Nevada, where the road ran straight for as far as the eye could see. Bob let Amy get behind the wheel then and taught her how to drive. She was timid and cautious at first, but he was a good teacher. She soon learned to control the big car.
Viv sat in the front seat with them. She was by the window, bending over to suck his big cock as they sped along the straight road. They stopped for the night in another exotic motel somewhere in Nevada.
There beside rooms outfitted for bizarre forms of lewd pleasure, they also had women for hire--prostitution was legal in parts of Nevada. Learning that shocked Amy, and started her thinking about her real mother again.
What shocked her even more was that Bob spent the whole night with three whores, supposedly showing them things he sold to make a living. It was just as well. Both Amy and Viv needed a rest. They enjoyed some gentle lesbian love making, and then fell fast asleep in each other's arms.
They were on the road just after dawn the next morning. Bob stopped in Reno and helped Amy get a driver's license, signing for it as her father. She used her legal name--Amoria Fontaine.
Late that afternoon, they drive into Los Gatos, a quaint little town at the base of the Santa Cruz mountains. While stopped for gas, Bob looked up Sam Jackson in the phone book--the man Jessica said she was going to marry. There were two listed, so he called the first number.
"Jessie?" he asked when a woman answered.
"Er, my name is Jessica," she answered uncertainly. Amy's mother had not used the nickname Jessie in years. "Who is this?"
"An old friend," Bob said. "Someone you knew a long time ago."
Then she must have recognized his distinctive deep voice. "Oh, God! Bob, is that you?"
"It sure is, sweetheart. Just wanted to make sure I have the right address."
"You can't come here!" she cried. "I'm married now and my husband doesn't know anything about my life before!"
"Is he home now?"
"No, not yet. He often works late."
"That's good because there's someone with me who's anxious to meet you."
"Who?" the woman asked curiously.
"Our daughter."
"Oooh, Jesus! What am I going to do? Sam doesn't know that I have a child."
"She's not a child, Jessie. She's a woman a lot like you were a long time ago."
"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm different now. I've made a new life--"
"Then you two should get along great. That's what she's trying to do."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bob drove just within sight of the suburban split-level and stopped. He started lifting Amy's suitcases out of the car.
"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked anxiously.
"It's better I don't. Your mom and I live in two different worlds."
"But I don't know her at all."
"She's your mother. What else is there to know? Just relax, you'll get along great."
"No, I'm afraid."
"Don't worry. Just be yourself," Viv said. "I don't know who I am any more," the girl cried.
"So be anything you want to be," Bob suggested. "She doesn't have to know all you've been through."
"In fact, it will be better for both of you if she doesn't know," Viv said. "You can make a fresh start."
They kissed her goodbye and drove away, turning the car around so as not to pass the house. Amy picked up her suitcases and started toward it, still feeling uncertain about meeting her mother.
She knocked and waited nervously on the front porch. The door opened almost at once and Amy heard a sharp gasp.
"Amoria," the woman said in a state of shock. "Er, come in."
Amy shared the woman's look of surprise. Seeing her was like looking into a mirror and seeing her own reflection as it would be in years to come.
"Mother!" she cried, rushing into Jessica's arms.
They hugged and kissed each other, both straining to hold back tears. Then the woman broke away.
"You can't tell anyone here that I'm your mother," she said with a lump in her throat. "My husband doesn't know anything about you--"
"But what can I say? We look so much alike."
'Yes, I know." The striking resemblance made Jessica's eyes flutter and fill with tears. "We can say you're my niece. That's not too far from the truth. You were raised by my sister, God rest her soul."
"You know she died?"
"Yes, I heard. I hope she's in peace at last. Elias is such a cruel man."
"He's looking for me. All the Elders are. They'll take me back--"
"No, dear. I won't let them take you away from me. Not again."
Amy's look brightened. "So, I'll be your niece."
"Yes... my beautiful niece. Come and sit down, there's so much we have to talk about."
Amy said nothing about being forced to marry Elias, or about her cross-country sexual escapade. She talked about high school and meeting a boy who was not a member of the church.
"I was whipped for that," she said honestly. "Then I ran away."
"How did you find your real father?"
"Oooh, well... it was more like he found me. I was hitchhiking and he was driving by."
"You know that I ran away with him a long time ago?"
"Yes, he told me. And the Elders brought you back."
"They did awful things to me," Jessica said bleakly. "But the worst was taking my baby."
"We don't have to talk about that."
"You're right, we don't. Let's talk about your new life. I can't wait for you to meet my husband, Sam. He's such a fine man, and he'll be so glad you're here. We don't have any children, and he's always said we should."
"Will a niece be good enough?" Amy asked with a sly wink.
"Of course, a sweet girl who's just lost her mother. Oh, Amoria--"
"I'm more used to being called Amy," she said shyly.
"Oh, I think that's much better. It sounds less like a love child."
Sam Jackson arrived home an hour later--a tall, trim and distinguished-looking man in his late forties. His dark, wavy hair was just starting to silver with age.
Sam said he was a college professor, an anthropologist. He wore glasses and smoked a pipe that seemed to require frequent attention. He tapped and relit it several times while they talked. His voice was deep and strong, but not overbearing. Amy liked him at once, and he seemed to like her.
He was interested in her life as one of the Plain Ones. Amy talked about all the modern things that were forbidden and about strict punishment. Amy felt comfortable talking to Sam. He was he kind of father she had always dreamed of having.
After dinner they watched satellite TV. Sam said they had over a hundred channels to choose from, signals beamed down to a twelve-foot dish antenna in the back yard.
At ten o'clock, Sam turned to a channel that featured adult entertainment.
"There's a classic B&D film on tonight," he said.
"B&D?" Amy asked. "What's that?"
"Bondage and discipline," Sam said.
Amy's face paled, and Jessica said: "Sam, I don't think that's something my dau--my niece should see. For that matter, I don't think you should watch so much of that filth."
"My interest is purely professional," Sam assured her. "It's a growing sexual subculture that requires study."
"Well, I'm going to bed," Jessica said stiffly. "And I think you should too, Amy."
"In a few minutes, mo--Aunt Jessie."
Sam grinned at Amy when his wife had left the room. "I've never heard her called Jessie."
"Oh, it's a nickname from a long time ago."
"When she was pregnant with you?"
"No, I'm her niece."
Professor Jackson turned from the TV and gave her an odd grin. "Don't try to shit a man who studies people for a living. The resemblance is too striking, and the way you interact with her is not like a niece at all. Not to mention slips of the tongue. She almost said daughter, and you almost called her mother."
Amy returned his odd grin. "If you know, why not tell her?"
"I'm waiting to see if she will tell me. It's a small study in social interaction."
"What are you trying to prove?"
"That we humans are the most fascinating animals on the face of this earth," he said, smiling, and moving closer.
On the TV screen behind him, Amy saw a beautiful girl bound in chains being whipped by a man in a black uniform.
"Can you imagine people watching that sort of thing for entertainment? Or worse, can you imagine anyone actually doing it for pleasure?"
"I guess it takes all kinds," Amy said uncertainly.
"Like those who visit Dreamland--" he said, letting the last word dangle like a baited hook.
"Wha--what's Dreamland?"
"You know damn well. I saw you there a few nights ago. On TV. With the registered guest's permission, some of the best action is broadcast by satellite. It's one of the my favorite shows. Real people, not actors like those."
"Did Jessie watch too?" she asked anxiously.
"No, she went to bed early... as usual. Jessica is trying very hard to live down her past by becoming the perfect suburban housewife."
"You can't blame her for that. She keeps the house spotless, she's a great cook--"
"And a frightfully boring piece of ass!" he said sharply. "She is so frigid now it's hard to believe she was once an expensive whore."
"You know about that?"
"Of course. I was studying legal prostitution in Nevada when we met. I learned she was one of the best. Very popular with certain men when she still had milk in her breasts. I knew she was a whore and must have had a child somewhere, but Jessica pretended she was a waitress in a roadside cafe. I went along with her little charade and married her. It's been a fascinating case study--"
"And now you plan to study me?" she guessed.
"Yes, my darling stepdaughter. As they say on that sports program... up close and personal!" He grabbed Amy's arms and pulled her out of a comfortable chair.
His long arms snaked around her, holding Amy in a passionate and crushing embrace. She felt her lush tits flatten against his hard chest.
"You sonuvabitch! Let me go or I'll scream!"
"If you wake up Jessie, I'll show her the video tape I made of you with your real father. Whirling around in that sling and getting your ass fucked, harnessed and wired to have amplified orgasms with your sexy stepmother."
He laughed just thinking about his wife's reaction.
"Proper as she is now, Jessie would kick your ass right out of the house. She might even give you back to the Plain Ones--"
"You bastard!" she hissed. "What do you want?"
"I want to show you my laboratory. A special room in the basement that I've outfitted to study sexual interaction."
"Does my mother know about it?"
"No, dear. I keep it locked."
He was pushing her toward the basement stairs, gripping her arms so tightly that his fingers pressed soft flesh to the bone. Amy's vision of him as a kindly father figure was shattered by a multi-colored blaze of pain so vivid she could see it with her eyes closed.
At the base of the stairs, Professor Jackson keyed open a heavy steel door, and pushed her into the darkened room.
The far wall was lined floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves. They were packed with ancient-looking volumes and newer editions, all on bizarre forms of human behavior. Mostly on deviant sex, Amy judged by the titles she could read.
On the left she saw a display of medieval torture devices more extensive and more frightening than the dungeon suite where Bob and Viv had put her on the rack, These all looked real, not like modern simulations meant to cause only moderate pain as a prelude to pleasure.
She knew by the size of the rusty, iron rack in this room that it would spread far enough to tear a woman her size apart, popping joints from their sockets under terrible strain. Amy winced and turned away.
The right side of the room was lined with strange-looking scientific devices--computer tape drives, monitor screens, and control panels with dozens of twitching needles and blinking lights--to measure what, she was afraid to think.
What looked like a woman wearing armor stood by the rack. The head was a helmet with a gaudy red plume. The face was formed from a metal plate with slits for eyes, a steel nose, and open lips hammered into a macabre kind of grin.
Amy stared at the figure and felt her blood start to run cold. Cone-shaped pieces of metal stood out like breasts, and an open slit in the crotch looked like an oversized cunt. "That is the Iron Maiden," Sam said. "An antique device I discovered in Spain. Come here, Amy. I'm anxious for you to try it."
"No!" the girl cried, struggling to pull away.
But Sam grabbed her arm in a vise-like grip, and dragged her close to the iron figure. He flipped a pair of latches on the side. They made a grating noise and the steel front of the female form opened like a book.
Sam tore at her clothes, ripping her blouse and yanking it off. Amy screamed and shuddered, crossing her arms to cover her tits. He forced her hands away and ripped her bra. It fell to the floor between her and the Iron Maiden's steel feet.
He tugged at the waistband of her skirt and it slid down to bunch around her ankles. Amy sobbed hysterically, twisting and squirming, trying to break from his strong grasp. Sam pulled down her panties and fingered her cunt, anxiously exploring the narrow cave of moist, warm flesh.
His thumb teased her juicy clit and made the damp flow of musky-scented oil start to simmer.
"I knew you were a sexy little slut when I first met you," Sam said. "There's a special light in your eyes. Jessie used to have it--before she got to be such a proper and boring wife."
Amy moaned and felt weak in her knees. Sam knew all the right moves. He twiddled her clit expertly, making the soft lips of her simmering cunt slit start to squirm. Then a moment before she came to a climax, he whirled and pushed Amy backward into the shaped iron form of a woman standing with her legs spread.
He pushed on the front of the figure, closing it around her. Amy felt a familiar chill. She dreaded confinement, especially in this awful thing. It was dark and cold inside the hollow female form. Unyielding metal pressed hard against her soft skin, clamping her arms and legs rigid, squeezing and molding her flesh.
Sam opened the hinged cones that covered her breasts, letting Amy's tits burst free. She gasped and bulged her creamy tits even more. He fondled the supple mounds and twirled her nipples under his thumb tips, teasing them hard as pink pebbles.
Amy's heart beat faster and her breath came in shallow gasps.
"Fear and sexual excitement register the same on my monitoring devices," he said, like a professor in a lecture hall. "That's interesting, don't you think? The heart races, the pupils of your eyes widen--" She wasn't sure which emotion it was, chilling fear or the hot flash of increasing desire, but Amy was starting to respond.
"And orgasm is an emotional explosion almost identical to sharp pain. Just watching the dials, it's hard for me to tell which is what."
He stepped to the side of the room lined with electronic devices and stalked back trailing three wires wound in springy little coils like telephone cords. There was an insulated clip at the end of each wire, two yellow and one red, each shaped like a miniature alligator's jaw.
Amy winced as he approached, chuckling softly. Sam's eyes sparkled with a lewd gleam, and his lips curled into a sadistic grin.
"This will tell me just how sexy you really are," he said.
The jaw of one yellow plastic-covered alligator clip spread in his anxious hand and bit down on her left nipple. A sharp little cry burst from her lips, muffled and strained by the pressure of the metal mask against her face.
A dial twitched to life on the wall of monitoring equipment. The needle wavered near the middle of the scale and she heard a slow-paced beeping tone like a telephone busy signal. Sam snapped the other yellow clip on her protruding right nipple, pinching and biting swollen flesh with sharp little teeth.
"Yeagh!" she yelped.
The needle jumped higher, and the beeping tone pulsed faster, seeming to echo the sound of her beating heart. Sam listened and glanced at the dial, grinning and nodding in approval.
"Your responses are excellent," he said. "And I don't have your clit wired yet."
"Nungh," she moaned, but he stirred a finger into her buttery cunt slit and teased it around her tender little clit.
The beeping tone shrilled higher and faster, wailing like a small siren. The needle jumped and quivered near the top of the dial.
"According to my instruments, you're hot enough to fuck right now. But we both know more pain will intensify your pleasure."
Amy felt the metal groin contract, squeezing her soft pussy mound. Her cunt shivered. Sam breathed deep and smacked his lips. Then he turned another crank set between the suit's metal shoulder blades.
The iron torso clamped tighter and squeezed her lush tits. They bulged as rings of unyielding metal contracted at the base of her tits.
Sam laughed delightedly. "I've got to switch to a higher scale. The one I've used with my sexiest young coeds won't measure your responses."
He stepped to the wall lined with electronic devices and flipped a switch. A lighted dial topped by the number five hundred went dark. The needle dropped from the peak back to zero. Another dial lit up, this one with the number one thousand at the top of the scale.
Amy caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye. The red needle quivered at six hundred fifty, and the pulsing tone again matched the rapid beat of her heart. Then she heard a loud knock at the door.
"Sam, what are you doing in there?" It was Jessie and her voice was tense with concern.
"Just showing Amy the lab," he said, sounding like an innocent scholar.
"Then let me in. I want to see it, too."
Sam glared at the locked door. "My work doesn't interest you. Go back to bed."
"I want to see what you're doing!" she insisted. "I know you've had other young girls in there when I wasn't home."
"You have the neighbors spying on me?"
"People talk," she told him. "And the rumors are shocking. I want to see what you're doing!"
The dial monitoring Amy's responses shot up to eight hundred and then fell back to quiver fitfully near the bottom of the scale. The beeping tone pitched to a high note and dropped to a slow, deep throb. She felt the cold sweat of fear gloss her skin pressed inside the form-fitting steel suit.
"Open this Goddamn door!" Jessie screamed, hammering it hysterically with her fists. "If you don't, I'll get the ax and chop my way through!"
"You would only dull the ax. The door is solid steel!" he snarled.
"Then I'll call the fire department and tell them my daughter is trapped!"
"You bitch! You fucking whore!" Sam turned in a rage and rushed to the door. He rattled the lock and swung it open.
Jessica stood on the other side with her mouth agape. "Wha--what did you call me?"
"A fucking whore!"
Her face paled. "You dirty bastard!"
He laughed and grabbed her arm, yanking Jessica into the basement room. "Did you think you had me fooled all these years? I knew what you were before we got married. And I didn't give a rat's ass. I liked having my own sexy whore. But you had to become a boring wife. So fucking prim and proper--" Jessie was too startled to resist. Sam slammed and locked the door, then pushed her deeper into the room partly filled with ancient torture devices.
"Wh--Where's Amy?"
"In the Iron Maiden with her nipples and clit wired for sound. The real question is, what am I going to do with you?"
"You're sick!"
"No, I'm a scientist who loves his work. And tonight we're going to find out which you really are--a proper wife or still the hot fucking whore you used to be!"
"Bastard! Let me go!" Sam was pushing her toward the rack, pulling open the front of her white satin robe.
She was wearing black bikini panties and a strapless bra underneath.
"Well," Sam said with a lewd grin, "there must be some of the whore still in you. Look at the sexy underwear, Amy."
The quivering needle measuring her responses went up twenty points when Amy saw her mother's lush tits and heaving pussy mound sheathed in shimmering black. She had a far more luscious figure than Viv, and the sight of a sexy woman excited the girl who had learned to enjoy all the pleasures of sex two women can share.
Sam ripped off her panties and bra with a snarl. Jessie shrieked and tried to cover herself, but he pushed her backward onto the rack. She fell with her arms flailing. He cuffed her right arm, then circled the head of the table and locked in her left.
Amy's breath made rasping noises, condensing inside the metal faceplate that molded her soft features under relentless strain. She felt herself squirming inside, but the Iron Maiden kept her from moving.
She watched her stepfather spread and cuff Jessica's shapely legs, spreading them to reach the half circles of heavy wrought iron that bound her ankles. Then he turned a crank under the table's edge and began to stretch her arms and legs further apart.
Jessie whimpered and moaned. She tossed her head, sobbing in despair. The soft, pink slit of her cunt spread wider with the increasing strain. Amy stared into her mother's cunt and gulped. Her steel-bound lips quivered, and the needle that registered her responses shot another twenty points higher.
Sam noted the change with a warped grin while he walked to the array of instrumentation. Chuckling to himself, he turned and started back toward the rack, trailing three springy, coiled wires like the ones clipped to Amy's nipples and clit.
He snapped a yellow alligator clip on each of his wife's nipples, making her shudder and wail, swirling honey-colored hair so much like her daughter's. Amy shivered in sympathy, restrained by the crushing steel surrounding her ripe body.
The third wire in this set wasn't fitted with a clip. It was connected to the base of a realistically molded artificial cock a foot long. Veins bulged and pulsed along the shaft.
"Recognize this?" Sam asked his wife.
She winced and nodded her head. "It looks just like your cock."
"But this one never goes soft."
He pressed the supple head of it on her clit and flicked a switch. It vibrated in his hand and made a purring noise that played like a background rhythm for the two pulsing tones triggered by the sexual responses of mother and daughter.
"This should be the most interesting experiment I've ever done," he said, pushing, the heated and vibrating cock to the hilt in his wife's open cunt.
Amy and her mother both screamed.
CHAPTER NINE
Professor Sam Jackson stripped himself naked, standing between his wife on the rack and his stepdaughter in the Iron Maiden. Jessica moaned, glaring at him in rage and gritting her teeth.
Sam kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. Both women shivered, staring at the huge, stiff cock sticking out of his undershorts. It was a perfect match for the replica buzzing and pulsing between his wife's bound legs.
The dials monitoring both women registered a sharp change. The needle wired to Amy's nipples and clit went up fifty points. Jessica's dropped to near the bottom of the scale.
"Very interesting," the anthropologist said. "My wife doesn't like the sight of my cock."
"It's what you're going to do with it I don't like."
"But you don't know what I'm going to do with it."
"I can guess," she said.
He was staring at Amy's honey-haired pussy squeezed by the open crotch of the Iron Maiden. Her simmering cunt juices glossed its puffed lips.
Professor Jackson laughed, lewdly pumping his huge prick in the curl of his right hand. "I might pull the mechanical one from your cunt and give you the real thing. It's been a long time since we've had good sex, Jessie. Too long!"
He turned the crank and the rack creaked wider, straining her joints until the woman screamed in torment.
He gripped the base of the vibrating mechanical cock lodged deep in her cunt and reamed it around.
"The pussy meter shows very little response from you. Is that because you want the real thing, or because you're afraid I might give it to your little girl?"
"It's because I'm sick with disgust! You're an animal!"
"We're all animals," he said. "We wear clothing to hide the beast underneath. But it's there, Jessie. It's always there."
He wrenched the mechanical cock around in her cunt again. It made a wet, squishing noise and shot the meter up thirty points when the pulsing side of it buzzed her clit.
"That's a little better," he said. "But Amy has twice your response according to the dial."
"She's young," her mother said. "Hardly more than a girl."
"And you're a woman in the prime of her sexual life. You ought to knock the damn needle right off the dial."
He turned the crank again and made her whimper. Jessie's meter went up twenty points and the pulsing tone pitched higher.
"Your reaction to pain is perfectly normal," he said.
Then Sam turned to face Amy trapped inside the crushing steel suit. He gave the cranks behind her back a turn each and clamped the contracting metal form tighter. She yelped and tears streamed from the eye slits in the mask that covered her face.
"Is it pain or the sight of my cock that makes your meter read higher?" he wondered, stepping around to the front.
Sam stirred his bulging cock head in the mouth of her buttery cunt. It was squeezed tighter than a virgin hole by the clamping bands of steel that clenched her groin.
He touched the underside of her clit and heard her pulsing tone become a sharp wail, steady and at a painfully high pitch.
"It must be my cock," he said. "And your mother is reacting more, too. Does watching me with your daughter excite you?"
"It makes me sick!"
"No, that's the low-level response I was getting before. This is different."
He pumped his hips and buried his big cock head in her tightly cinched cunt.
Amy sobbed, held rigid by the steel form, unable to pull away. She felt the fierce throbbing of his hot prick and heard the pulsing tone pitch so high that it made her cringe. "She's hot, Jessie. As hot as you ever were." The needle recording his wife's responses flicked violently up and down, from the top to the bottom of the scale and back again.
"My cock still excites part of your subconscious mind," he said smugly. "You can't help it, can you?"
"Hungh," she groaned, turning her head away. He pushed deeper into Amy's tight cunt and she cried out in pain. "Oh, God... it hurt more now than the first m time," she said.
"The Iron Maiden will keep you a virgin forever. I'll put your mother in it later and tighten her cunt when it heats up."
"You bastard!" Jessica snarled through gritted teeth.
"Make that fucking bastard!" he said with a wicked cackle of laughter, thrusting his cock hard into Amy's tight cunt. Her pussy hole was so pinched that he couldn't push in. The heavy Iron Maiden rocked back, swaying unsteadily-- then it crashed to the floor with a deafening loud clang.
Sam's big cock pulled out of her like the cork from a wine bottle, twanging and spattering fuck honey. Jessie's head jerked toward the noise. She heard Amy moaning inside the metal form, now flat on its back.
The girl was dazed and her ears were still ringing. Through the slanted eye slits, she watched Sam drop on his knees between her spread legs. Amy's body strained, but she couldn't move a muscle to escape from his spearing cock.
He bent over her and kissed her bulged tits. The fall had dislodged the alligator clips from her nipples and clit. Sharp little teeth had torn her most tender flesh. Sam cackled sounds of fiendish delight and licked bright little beads of blood from her swollen nipple tips.
Amy sobbed inside the mask, knowing that her sharp response would have knocked the needle right off the dial if the wires were still connected. Sam's tongue lashed and swirled around her tingling nipples, sucking blood from the tiny wounds torn by the clip's sharp teeth.
Her mother twisted and strained, chafing her wrists and ankles cuffed to the rack and so spread that the slightest movement sent shocks of pain through her whole body.
"Sam, don't you dare!" she cried.
He was bridged over Amy on his elbows and knees, reaching back with one hand to aim his cock into her bloodied cunt slit. The clip yanked off her clit when the Iron Maiden fell had left speckles of sparkling red that he smeared around with his cock head.
Sam bored into her tightly cinched cunt, loving the way the straining pressure of his big cock made the girl scream. There was no need for special equipment to monitor her response now. Be it pleasure or pain, Amy was at her peak.
Jessie whined and howled, watching her husband's cock sink into her daughter's cunt. Blue veins perfectly matched to those pulsing on the replica deep inside her made the woman's ripe body twist and squirm in cruel restraint.
A foot of steely hard cock bored into her. Amy's soft body was wracked by tremors of hot pain that spread from her pussy hole. But every muscle and nerve was compressed by the steel skin of a female form clamped around her luscious curves. The frenzied motion all focused in the depths of her cunt slit.
The lewd professor delighted in her tortured writhings. Tight, rippling contractions seemed to climb the long shaft of his cock as it drove in. He grunted and gasped delightedly.
He thrust his hot prick to the hilt, torturing Amy's tightly pinched cunt. Heat spreading through her trapped body made the girl's eyes water. She screamed and sobbed inside the crushing steel hood. Jessica's responses hit the top of the scale.
"Aaah," moaned the lecherous anthropologist. "Maternal love, perhaps the strongest emotion of them all. Does it please you to know that Jessie is suffering right along with you?"
She stared up at him, too anguished to reply. Soft lips pinched by the tight mask bulged toward his. He bent down with spittle dripping from the corners of his lewd grin. Sam kissed her, stabbing his tongue into her mouth.
Amy felt a hot wave of revulsion.
His tongue pressed and twisted with hers. His cock burned deep in her pussy. He gulped breath, pumping his hips and tongue, forcing himself into Amy while her mother screamed.
Amy had no choice but to accept the twin thrusts of cock and tongue that filled her with loathing. Sam was fucking her hard, but darting his eyes to watch his wife's face and the responses indicated on the dials.
Jessie had endured the pain of the rack with far less reaction than what the dial registered now. The needle shot to the top of the dial and stayed there. Being forced to watch her young daughter suffer made her responses stronger than her own pain. The mechanical cock that buzzed between her splayed legs was a constant reminder of what the girl was going through.
Sam looked pleased, grunting and hissing hot breath with each vicious cock thrust.
"Your mother is suffering with you in sympathy," he said. "Or she is so excited by watching me fuck you that she can hardly stand it. I don't know which. The physical responses are so much the same. Isn't that interesting?"
The girl had no time to answer. Sam kissed her again and wiggled in his wet tongue. Amy felt dazed as she had from the fall that made her ears ring. Her trapped body was responding to the heat and throbbing vigor of his big cock.
That was now a familiar response. The physical pain and mental anguish had passed some invisible threshold like the sound barrier. She was starting to enjoy the heat of furious friction, and the obscene intimacy of his thrusting tongue.
Amy gasped in weary resignation and let herself go. She sucked on Sam's tongue and convulsed her cunt muscles to delight his big cock. Her whole body strained, wanting to buck and twist beneath him to intensify the bizarre sensations of pain that had become pleasure. But she couldn't move. That was perhaps the ultimate torment.
Amy's anxious body had been made to respond, but she couldn't do it fully as her female senses demanded. Jessica could move little more. Her joints were so stretched by the rack that the slightest motion brought sparking shots of pain. But she arched her back and pumped her hips--adding to her own torment to fuck back at the artificial cock.
"It must be excitement your mother feels," he concluded. "Look at her fucking that plastic cock like a whore. She can't help it. The sexual instincts are too deeply ingrained."
"Just fuck me," Amy moaned.
She didn't want him to talk. Every break in the hard-driving rhythm of his hammering cock was pure hell for her. Orgasm was the only real escape. She could feel it coming, but that wondrous sensation of complete relief was still too far away.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Oooh, God! Do it hard and fast! Make me cum, you bastard! Make me cummm!"
Jessica forgot her role as the proper suburban wife--that mold she had forced herself to fit in. She writhed and twisted, bucking her hips like a wanton despite the tug of the rack on her bound limbs. She was going to climax with her daughter. She was responding like a woman once again, anxious and unashamed.
Sam fucked Amy to the brink of delirium, driving and twisting his cock into her. Her shrill whine pitched higher like the electronic sound that mirrored her mother's responses. Her _ climax was coming. She could feel it swelling inside, a joyous strain that increased the crushing pressure of the Iron Maiden.
He sensed exactly the right moment, a split second before Amy's dazzled mind flew over the brink. Sam fucked his cock deep into her and tripped the latches on the side of the Iron Maiden. It opened enough to release the crushing pressure. Her mind and body were both free.
The intensity of her orgasm was blinding and numbing. No other part of her body had any feeling at all. Only the cunt-thrilling contractions beyond her control mattered now. She grunted and bucked inside the loosened steel suit, taking one hot burst of creamy jism after another.
It lasted for two minutes that seemed like two hours. Jessie climaxed with her, but not as hard or for as long. The mechanical cock just couldn't do it all. Professor Jackson had proved what most men already knew--women needed and wanted to be fucked, and the desire was there no matter what they said.
Amy climbed out of the Iron Maiden and watched Sam Jackson fuck her mother. He whirled the crank of the rack back enough to let her move, arching and whirling her hips to meet his demanding cock thrusts. She could feel her own desire increasing again. Her wet pussy seethed and squirmed.
Though the alligator clips had wounded her nipples and clit, she whirled her fingers on those tender nubs. Amy bowed her head and raised her left tit to suck the nipple while teasing the other with a fingertip.
She dropped her other hand and whirled it around her clit, sighing and moaning in rapture. Amy felt no guilt or shame. Sex was a part of her life now. A need as natural and compelling as the instinct that forced her to breathe.
* * *
Amy left Sam happily fucking her mother in that basement room. She clicked open the lock and slipped out through the steel door. They were not even aware she had gone. They had found something too--themselves as they used to be, anxious for pleasure and thrilled by their shared responses.
Upstairs, she packed her bags and left a note. Amy had found her real mother but that wasn't enough. She needed a man's love. It was hard to explain on paper, but Amy was still missing something. She knew what it was now, and where to find it. She wanted Jack Sanders, the young man who had started all this by seducing her in the barn.
She called a cab and told the driver to take her to the airport. Money was no problem. Amy had plenty that she'd taken from Elias. While waiting for a plane that would take her home, she smiled and wondered whatever became of him. At the news stand she bought a paper from the city nearest the small farm town where she'd grown up as a Plain One.
A front page story answered that question-- Elias Whitaker had been arrested for income tax evasion. Reporting the money his young wife had taken from him led to an investigation. That proved her marriage to him was not legal. They had no license, only the sanction of their strict church. The Elders all insisted they needed only a license from God.
The Attorney General was investigating everything the Plain Ones had anything to do with, and the paper said more arrests were expected soon.
Amy laughed so hard she almost cried. She had nothing to fear from Elias or the Elders now. She and Jack could do as they pleased. The tyrannical old man who ran the church would not dare threaten his sister now. Amy's spirits soared higher than the jet that was taking her home.
She called Jack from the airport and asked him to pick her up.
"Amy, is that really you?" he asked.
"Yes, and everything is all right now. We can be together at last. Really together. I've got plenty of money. We can get married and go away."
"Yeah, Amy... I'll be right there." She was too excited to notice the strange tone of his voice.
* * *
Jack drove with rock music blaring from the stereo speakers in his sporty car. Amy snuggled next to him, letting the breeze toss her long honey-blonde hair. She giggled and put her hand in his crotch.
"I'm not afraid now like I was that first time in the barn," she said, giving his cock a loving little squeeze.
"I know, Amy."
She pulled down the zipper of his fly and fingered his cock, feeling it swell hard in her anxious hand.
"I want you, Jack. More now than ever!"
"I know that too, Amy. But you married Elias, and God only knows all you've done since."
"They forced me to marry Elias, and it's not legal. We can get married and go away together just as we planned. Live and love like normal people."
She fondled his cock and bent down to kiss its knobbed tip.
"What's normal?" he asked bleakly. "I know you were at that kinky motel whirling around with a man's cock up your ass. Some of the girls from school saw you on the TV. Now everybody is talking about it. Jesus, I fell in love with an innocent girl, and now... now you're--I don't know what."
"A woman," she told him. "Maybe more woman than a simple farm boy can handle!"
"You bitch!"
Jack jammed her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat while he swerved the car off the highway, bouncing onto a dirt road.
Amy jerked her head up to see where they were going.
Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock. Jack was driving around the blackened ruin of the house she had set on fire in her desperate effort to escape from Elias and the Plain Ones.
"We can't go back there!" she cried.
"Why not?" Jack turned and skidded to a stop in front of the barn. "Welcome home, Amy."
He dragged her out of the car and pulled open the barn door.
"Jack, what are you doing? I don't want to go in there!"
"It must be God's will," he told her. "You have sinned and you must suffer."
"Jesus, you sound like one of the Plain Ones!" She struggled to keep from stumbling, being dragged backward by her long hair.
"No, I'm just a farm boy you made a fool of. Fucking with your ass in a sling and loving every minute of it. Jesus--"
"They forced me, Jack!"
"Yeah, so I heard. And you like it that way!"
"Nnnooo!"
But Amy's tone was far from convincing. Jack was a lot more exciting now that he had taken command.
"Don't tell me no! I'm going to finish what we started, and nothing can stop me now!" He threw Amy down in the hay where she first held his cock in her hands.
"Hungh!" Amy's breath gushed as she sprawled on her back, legs spread and her skirt raised. Jack pulled down her panties and twisted the cloth between her legs to bind her ankles in the tightened leg holes.
Then he stabbed a pitchfork through the twisted crotch of her panties and into the packed earth floor. Amy shivered and screamed. Jack's angry lust made her pussy seethe with desire.
He sniffed the scent of her rising musk and hand-jacked his cock. It was throbbing hard, blood-red and pulsing, turning purplish-blue like a bruise as his cockhead swelled. A glistening drop of pre-cum emerged from the slit in its knobbed tip.
He saw the look of longing in her misty blue eyes. "You still want it, don't you?"
"More than ever!" she moaned.
And Amy proved that in the mound of hay where her bizarre sexual adventures had begun. She delighted Jack's cock the first time and thrilled him in ways long after, that no farm boy could have imagined.
He never asked how she developed such unusual cravings--like wanting him to suck milk from her luscious big tits when their daughter was born ten months later. Amy insisted they name the child Amoria, but she wouldn't say why. There were some family secrets best never told.
