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>Diane  Miller smoothed down her tight black skirt as she slid out of the
>tow truck, her car having given out in the middle of the New Mexico
>desert an hour before.  The trip had turned into a disaster, she thought,
>looking over to where her daughter, Tammy, and Tammy's friend Julie, were
>scrambling down from the tow truck, giggling like the schoolgirls they
>were.  She ran her hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair, her
>tight-fitting emerald-on-black silk blouse pulling tight against her
>large breasts, her anger and frustration growing as she looked around
>this deserted fueling station, marking the pumps, the garage, and the
>connecting office, as well as an upstairs living space, her piercing
>green eyes falling on Julie in her cutoff shorts and cutoff T-shirt as
>the damned girl began flirting with the truck driver.  Damned slut.  The
>child was practically screaming "rape me".  She bit back her anger.

>"Julie!" Diane said, "Leave the man alone."  She ignored the way his eyes
>roved over her body, all six feet of firm, smooth, curved womanly flesh,
>and pulled two twenties from her purse.

>"Thank you Ma'am," the driver nodded to her, smiled at Julie and her
>daughter, forcing her to bite back a rebuke to the girls as they giggled
>and waved,  and said, "the owner of the station will be around shortly.
>He's probably just upstairs getting something to eat.  He'll take good
>care of gals."  He eyed the girls and the woman greedily, thinking about
>the pliable pieces of fuck-meat they were going to become.  Harry always
>did a nice job with whores like these--hell, he might even head back in
>this direction later in the day to see if they still had any kick left in
>them.

>Diane couldn't keep a sneer off of her face--the uncouth, unclean
>son-of-a-bitch, leering at her that way.  She watched the truck drive off
>in the heat of the New Mexico sun, wishing she hadn't even begun this
>trip, and certainly wishing she hadn't agreed to take Julie along.  Julie
>was arrogant, flirtatious, and teasing, flaunting her young body,
>enjoying the attention she received from the opposite sex.  Slut.  Only
>twelve and already a slut, she thought, showing all that white flesh, her
>short blond hair, light blue eyes, and pretty face just adding to the
>aura of corrupted innocence.  She'll be pregnant by fifteen; I don't
>understand what Tammy sees in her--I've taught her better.

>She glanced at Tammy, whispering into Julie's ear, proud of her daughter,
>proud of her 5'5" height, her lithe, willowy figure, her auburn hair
>hanging down to her shoulders, her large, round green eyes, bright with
>intelligence, the slight pout to her mouth, her delicate, beautiful
>features, her twelve year old body budding into womanhood.  Tammy was a
>good girl, a bit sharp, a bit quick to feel contempt, too beautiful, too
>_sexual_, Diane thought, for her own good, thinking of all the times she
>had seen her daughter unconsciously flirt with boys and men, her body
>giving signals which her mind didn't even recognize.  But Tammy was a
>good girl, who could be counted on not to get in (too much, she
>qualified) trouble.

>She shook her head slightly and stared at the garage, her hands on her
>hips, her legs slightly spread, her short black skirt pulling tight
>against her thighs, her blouse tight against her flat stomach, her
>breasts straining against her silk fabric, her eyes narrowed against the
>sun and the glare of the windows on the upper floor of the garage as she
>waited for the owner to come out.  Bastard was sure taking his time; she
>was in no mood to wait.

>Harry Samson, owner of the only garage and gas station within fifty
>miles, his only customers a few Indians and the occasional bikers, rubbed
>his greasy hand across his fat, hairy belly as he looked down at his
>"customers".  He grinned.  "Hey Fang," he said to his dog, a young
>Mastiff, pure-blood, big and scary and just right for keeping people out
>of his business, "we got some company.  Let's go visit."  He grinned to
>himself, chuckling, as he made his way down the stairs.  Good thing Ben
>had brought them; he and Ben were buddies--no unwelcome questions would
>get past Ben.

>Tammy giggled again.  She knew her mother didn't like Julie, but Julie
>was _so_ much fun.  Julie was telling her about how she had seen the
>driver's penis get hard when they were driving, and how she had wriggled
>against him in the seat.  She made it sound so wicked and silly at the
>same time.  She glanced at her mother, standing staring at the building,
>making sure she was out of hearing range.  Not that she, Tammy, would
>ever do anything like that--the man had been gross, smelly and hairy--and
>she wouldn't have the nerve, anyway.  Sometimes she wished her mother
>wasn't so strict, so _prudish_.  She never could get comfortable around
>boys, her mother's words about the sins of the flesh echoing through her
>mind whenever her thoughts wandered to what it would be like.  She
>blushed just thinking about it.

>Diane swiveled her head down as she saw the wooden door to the office
>swing open, her face immediately twisting in disgust and then a twinge of
>fear as she first caught site of the owner and then of his large dog
>before she smoothed her expression over. No reason to get on bad terms
>with the man, she thought, even if he's a disgusting, fat, foul excuse
>for a human being.

>He was short, at least six inches shorter than her, obese, with piggy
>little eyes and a piggy little face and a huge gut which hung below his
>dirty, stained, V-neck T-shirt, flopping over his belt like a huge white
>slug, and obscenely hairy, every follicle seemingly covered in dirt and
>grease.  His legs were a grotesque white, the skin stretched by lumpy fat
>and covered with hair, his shorts dirty and stained like his shirt.  She
>figured he hadn't washed his nest of brown hair in over a week, nor, as
>she caught, on the breeze, the odor of unwashed flesh and urine and old
>food oozing from his body, had he bothered to bathe in at least as long.

>She stepped back as his dog came charging up to her, her arms
>protectively covering her front as the huge beast approached, tongue
>lolling out, drool spilling from its mouth.  A picture of a childhood
>incident flashed through her mind:  a huge stray dog, mounting her
>neighbors bitch, a much smaller dog, humping madly against it, the
>smaller dog whimpering and crying as the male dog brutalized it, riding
>it around the yard as it yipped and cried out.  She would never keep one
>of those beasts, not even a small house dog like Tammy kept begging her
>to get; they were nasty, disgusting animals, their sex exposed obscenely,
>their tongues lolling out of their mouths, always drooling.  She
>shuddered as she caught the rancid scent of the animal.

>"Fang!" Harry called out sharply, bringing the dog up short as if it had
>been on a leash, "sit!".  The dog sat, four feet from Diane as she stared
>back at it, struggling against her innate fear of big dogs, not wanting
>to give this disgusting parody of humanity coming toward her an upper
>hand in the coming conversation about her car.  She looked at more
>closely as he approached her, mastering herself, a faint expression of
>disdain registering on her face as she looked down on this fifty
>something year old man, dirty and gross and foul as a human being could
>get.  She tossed her head slightly as she met his eyes, two hard little
>pebbles peering greedily from the folds of fat surrounding them, making
>her slightly nervous, reminding her of the dog sitting just four feet
>away.

>Harry saw the expression of disgust flit across her face, watched as it
>was replaced by fear mastered and then disdain as he came up to her, his
>eyes taking in her body, her big, curvy, sexy body, her huge tits, her
>flat stomach, her wide, sexy hips, her gorgeous legs.  She was a catch, a
>big, beautiful animal and he smiled inwardly as he thought about what he
>was going to do with her, about how he would wipe away that smug
>superiority she wore like a cloak, how he would have her screaming and
>begging at his feet like the whore she was.

>The two girls with her didn't look bad either, young meat, he thought,
>the taller one her daughter, must be.  Slender, willowy, tight cunts, he
>thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his mind casting ahead,
>seeing them stretched over a table, screaming as he pounded his cock into
>their tight little cunts.  Mother and daughter, he thought again, his
>mind delighting in the possibilities, in the twisted things he could make
>them do to each other.  He recalled a show in Mexico he had seen with a
>mother/daughter team--the way they had scream, the obscene torments they
>had been forced to inflict upon each other....  He could hardly wait.

>"Hello, Ma'am.  What seems to be the problem?"

>"I don't know for sure.  It just seemed to die about twenty miles out.
>I'm lucky that that tow came along when it did."

>"Hmm," he peered at the car sitting in front of the garage, sticking his
>finger into his mouth and running it along his gum line, dislodging a
>piece of food, seeing the look of disgust passing across the bitch's
>face.  "Come on into my office and let me get your name and then I'll
>take a look at it."  He grinned up at her, staring into her exquisitely
>pretty face, imagining it twisted in agony, its mouth stretched wide and
>howling in pain.

>She turned and followed him, glancing quickly at the dog as it rose to
>follow them, her nervousness growing.  The man was giving her the creeps.
>He's just a man, she thought, a filthy lowlife, no good for anything or
>anyone.  She grimaced as her fashionable boots became encrusted with
>dust, turning to yell to her daughter and Julie:  "I'll be right out.  I
>need to sign a few things.  You girls wait out here."

>"Your daughter?" Harry asked as he stepped behind the counter, pulling
>out a form and slapping it down on the counter with a pen.

>She glanced sharply at him, suspicious.  She didn't like him, and she
>didn't like him noticing her daughter.  "Yes.  The tall one.  The other
>girl is her friend, Julie.  Her name's Tammy."  She leaned over the form
>and picked up the pen as he walked over to the window to peer through.
>She began writing, her mind focused on getting the form filled out and
>getting out of there--she was about to ask to use the phone--when she
>sensed motion behind her.  She started to stand, her body jerking
>reflexively as she felt an arm lock around her chest, a hand pressing
>something smothering over her mouth and nose.  She surged up, feeling the
>drag of his body holding hers, anger and fear rushing through her, her
>hands tearing at the hand holding the cloth at her mouth, the sharp, ugly
>stench of chemicals overwhelming her, making her mind reel, the situation
>becoming unreal as she became dizzy, her muscles refusing to lift her
>body, refusing to fight off this disgusting man.  Her daughter, she
>thought as she felt herself slump down to the ground, her eyes falling
>shut as blackness covered her thoughts.

>Harry wheezed heavily as he looked down at Diane's limp body.  What a
>strong bitch, he thought, using the short sleeve of his shirt to wipe the
>sweat from his face.  For a minute there he thought the cunt was going to
>get away--heh, she was strong, she could take a lot of punishment, a
>whole lot of punishment.  He chuckled and grabbed her by her arms,
>admiring the way her breasts jiggled as he dragged her behind the
>counter.  Now all he had to do is get the other two cunts and he could
>start to party.  He rubbed his cock through his shorts as he looked down
>on the prone form of his captive.

>"Tammy!"  he called out, watching as she glanced toward the source of the
>call, seeing him waving to her.  "Your mother wants you.  Julie, you can
>wait outside," he said quickly, he only wanted to have to deal with one
>of the little sluts at a time. 

>Tammy jogged over to the office, her mind racing to figure out why her
>mother wanted her.  She slipped past the owner, holding her breath so she
>didn't have to smell him, and burst into the office, confusion settling
>in as she looked around, finding it bare.  She began to turn, a half cry
>smothered as the owner grabbed her, smothering him in his arms, covering
>her face with a strong smelling rag, shock at the attack paralyzing her,
>freezing her as she sucked in a deep breath, the smell from the rag
>making her dizzy, weak, too weak to fight when she felt herself begin to
>slip down into unconsciousness.

>Harry looked down at the three cunts, smiling to himself and rubbing his
>cock.  Julie had been easy, just like Tammy.  A little chloroform and
>they were out like lambs.  Boy, he loved young pussy, he loved their
>lithe, slender bodies, their hairless cunts, their smooth, firm skin.  He
>thought with pleasure on the two college sluts he had had a month
>ago--those two were good, but he thought that these three, the two
>preteen sluts and the mother, big and strong and oh it was going to be
>fun breaking her, were going to be better.  He resisted fucking one of
>them right then and began the arduous task of transferring his prizes
>down into his hidden basement, accessible only by a trap door.  He would
>wait for the sluts to wake up before he stuck them like the pigs they
>were--it was much more satisfying to hear them scream.

>*****

>Tammy slowly regained consciousness, the sounds of sobbing and screaming
>filling her ears, shaking the last dregs of dizziness from her, pain in
>her shoulders confusing her.  Where was she, what was happening?  Oh my
>god, she thought, her head jerking up, her twelve year old heart
>quickening into a panic as she remembered what had happened.  Oh my god,
>she struggled, her slender, delicious body twisting as she discovered she
>was hanging nude by her wrists, her feet inches from a hard concrete
>floor.  She began shaking, fear and panic engulfing her body, her toes
>scrambling for purchase to take some strain from her shoulders, finding
>it, stretching her calves wonderfully.  It was a nightmare, she thought
>wildly, a nightmare.  She'd wake up, wake up any second, it was a
>nightmare, but she knew it wasn't, and tears began to leak from her
>bright green eyes.

>"MMMGGGGFFFF!" she said, discovering a gag in her mouth, stretching her
>jaws wide, a heavy rubber prod holding her tongue down.  She shook her
>auburn hair from her face, tears or fear beginning to run down her face
>as she saw her mother, her mother bound on her back on a slightly
>inclined board, her mother nude, her arms bound above her head, her knees
>pulled to either side of her head, her mother with her ass and cunt
>sticking straight into the air, her tits bulging between her thighs, a
>compact ball of sexual organs bound to a board.

>Oh my god oh my god what was happening.  Her eyes gaped as she stared at
>her mother, her mother who locked the door when she showered, who warned
>her against nudity, who told her it was a sin, her mother whose body was
>obscenely exposed before her eyes, her sex gaping into the air.  She
>groaned in terror at the sight of her mother, her mind whirling at seeing
>the pillar of her life humiliated, degraded.

>No no no no no this can't be happening she thought.  Her mind finally
>registered the howls and sobs coming from just over there, just ten feet
>away, where Julie was tied bound over a knee high table, on her knees,
>bent over, her arms bound wrist to elbow behind her back, her torso
>strapped around the table, her mouth gaping obscenely with a ring gag,
>the gag missing, allowing screams of pain of echo from her throat.  Her
>head was pulled back by a strap around her forehead and bound  to her
>arms, forcing her to face forward, her face a mask of pain and fear,
>tears streaming from her eyes, drool spilling from her mouth, racking
>sobs shaking her slender, twelve-year-old bound form as a misshapen form
>worked behind her, slapping her ass, pounding his hips against the
>softness of her buttocks, driving his cock deep into her bowls, her
>virgin asshole stretched around his thick cock.

>Harry grunted with each thrust into the twelve year old's ass, sweat
>streaming down his face, his fat, greasy hands clenched hard into Julie's
>slender hips, holding the bucking, squirming girl in place.  He loved
>virgin ass, so tight, so many screams, so much begging and pleading and
>howling as he drove his cock again and again into her ass.  Slut, he
>thought, whore, bitch.  He had beaten the cunt's ass with a whip to wake
>her up screaming, each howl torn from her throat making his grotesque
>body shudder in glee, until he couldn't take it any more, he had to have
>her, had to fuck this slender, boyish twelve year old ass, had to drive
>deep into her virgin bowls, had to make her hurt and scream and beg as he
>plowed into her.  Ten minutes he had been fucking her ass, ten minutes
>she had been squirming and bucking and writhing on  the end of his cock,
>his cock buried into the depths of her bowls, plunging in and out, blood
>and shit slicking it, her ass clenching and spasming in pain, massaging
>his cock like a rippling vise until he felt himself getting close, her
>screams driving his lust higher, until he grunted and slammed hard into
>her ass, feeling his cock jerk in her bowls, spilling its seed deep
>inside her guts.

>Diane hear the screams and the sobs as she come to, and knew exactly what
>was happening--he was raping Julie.  He was fucking Julie.  She felt her
>bonds, knew that she, or her daughter, were next.  She felt strangely
>detached, strangely unemotional, only an emptiness in the pit of her
>stomach betraying her fear.  She had come too almost fifteen minutes ago,
>had seen the fat dwarf putter around, his body obscenely nude, his cock,
>thick and grotesque and uncircumcised, dangling, half hard, between his
>legs.  She had seen, thought slitted eyes, him beat Julie's ass, had
>heard her wake up screaming, the sickening slap of belt against flesh
>echoing throughout the underground chamber.

>She had stared, stared at the leather as it whooshed through the air,
>striking the girl's ass with a brutal slap, scream after scream echoing
>through the chamber with each blow.  She had been fascinated; she
>couldn't take her eyes away; it just didn't happen.  It couldn't happen.
>She knew it did, but that had been in her mind, removed; it hadn't been
>so _real_, so immediate.  

>She had seen her daughter hanging by her wrists, beautiful, she thought
>strangely, my daughter is beautiful, her nude body seeming to glisten in
>the dim light.  She had turned her head and looked at Julie again, had
>seen him force his fat cock into her ass, had seen the agony stretching
>that pretty face, the fear, the terror, the pain twisting it, making it
>erotically ugly.  Stupid teasing bitch, she thought, shocked at herself,
>stupid cunt is getting just what she deserves.  Cock-teasing whore, she
>thought, bitch, her mind forgetting her own position and her daughters.
>She wish she was the one torturing the teasing little slut Julie, wishing
>she were the one making those animalistic sounds pour from her strained
>lips, she were the one to twist that pretty face into a mask of pain as
>she tortured the root of the sin, tortured the slutty little whore's cunt
>and ass and tits, burning and whipping and hurting them, tearing the sin
>away.

>She closed her eyes and shuddered, driving the thoughts from her mind,
>visions of the Sister of her schooldays looming before her, calling forth
>visions of hellfire, of the lake of fire burning and tormenting the
>damned for all eternity.  She mustn't think such thoughts, mustn't think
>about how _good_ it was to see Julie tortured, how beautiful her daughter
>looked, her daughter, she thought, her mind drifting what was going to
>happen to them, of what this foul, bloated, stinking man was going to do
>to her, to her daughter.  

>It was happening again, just like that night, that night when she had
>been taken, fouled.  She had been young, still living at home, when she
>had gone out with her friend Mary to a bar, drinking until they were
>fouled with liquor, turning their face from God and letting the pleasure
>of drink fill them.  Mary had left with her boyfriend--she hadn't known
>Mary had a boyfriend, leaving her, young, naive.  The man had told her he
>was a school teacher, had come into the bar to make a call, had seen her
>there alone, nervous, had offered to drive her home.  She had hesitated,
>her mother's warnings tugging at her, but her mother would never know
>about this night.

>He had stopped in the park, she didn't know why until she felt hands
>tearing at her clothing, feeling her body.  She had fought him, tried to
>make him stop, but she couldn't.  He pawed her, hurt her, forced her to
>touch his cock, forced her to kiss it, forced it into her body, hurting
>her, fouling her, like an animal, her blood staining her skirt.

>It had taken hours for her to walk home, where she had snuck into her
>bathroom and tried to wash away the blood and the stink and the foulness
>staining her body, staining her soul.  She shuddered as she remembered
>that night so long ago, that night which was repeating itself now.

>She shuddered again, and fear began to grow in her, not for her, not for
>Julie, but for her daughter.  She would do anything to save her daughter
>the shame of being raped by this animal, from being fouled, stained, but
>she knew that there was nothing she could do, knew that she was
>completely helpless, her thighs aching from being pulled practically over
>her head, her breath laboring from her constricted chest, a gag filling
>her mouth full, muffling her.

>Tammy's eyes widened in horror as she saw Harry pull his cock with a
>sickening popping sound from her friends brutalized asshole.  Silence
>filled the basement, cut only by Julie's staccato sobs, as Tammy stared
>at his cock in horror.  It was huge, so fat, so long.  She had never seen
>one before, had never seen a real-live penis.  She was a good girl,
>feigning shock when Julie had described one--how it looked, how it felt,
>how it smelled.  She felt sick as she saw it glisten with blood and shit
>in the dim light, and began struggling in her bonds, her calves aching
>from supporting her weight, the chains holding her wrists to the ceiling
>rattling as she pulled against them.  It had been in her ass, in Julie's
>ass.  She couldn't believe it.  It wasn't happening.  It was so big, so
>big, it would never fit.  It was evil, foul, disgusting, to have a penis
>there.  Even in her slit, her tiny slit, it would never go.  It was
>wrong, wrong, wrong.  She glanced in panic toward her mother; mom, mom,
>she thought, mom, mom, she tried to cry out, her gag muffling her.

>She felt Harry's beady, piggy, evil eyes fall on her, and shuddered as
>she saw him smile, revealing stained, crooked teeth.  "The little slut's
>awake, I see.  Don't worry, you're next." 

>"MMMFFFF!  MMMMMFFFFF!" she screamed into her gag, terror at being
>touched by this strange man filling her, her lithe, firm body twisting as
>she struggled against her bonds, her calves burning in fatigue, her arms
>and shoulders aching from strain, goosebumps rising on her smooth, young
>flesh as she watched him slide his softening cock into Julie's mouth,
>watched his fat ass as he humped it into her mouth, feeling her own
>nipples grow hard with fear.  It was covered with shit and blood, going
>into Julie's mouth, oh my god she thought, her mind reeling in horror.

>"Nice and clean," he muttered, turning to face mother and daughter, his
>cock glistening with the saliva of the other bound girl.  He loved making
>them clean his cock after he had raped their ass.  The little sluts.  He
>grinned as he looked from one to the other, noticing them both watching
>him, the daughter's green eyes wide and wild with fear, the mother's
>cold, hateful, calculating, even bound as she was, no more than an ass, a
>cunt, and two tits for his use.  He chuckled, the sound ugly and deep
>mingling with the sobs of the other girl.

>Tammy began futility twisting and turning in her bonds as Harry walked
>around her, a huge, bloated, hairy toad with beady, piggy eyes, his touch
>seeming to burn her skin as he ran his fat fingers across her back.

>"MMMFFFFF!  MMMFFFF!  MMMMFFFF!" she cried out, tears of fear streaming
>down her delicate features, making her large green eyes glisten.
>"MMMFFF!  MMMMFFFF!  MMMMFFFF!"  No!  No!  No!  she wanted to scream,
>wanted to fight, wanted to run.  This couldn't be happening, this
>couldn't.

>"What do you think, mommy," he said, staring into Diane's hate-filled
>eyes as he ran his hands over his squirming captive, her skin soft and
>supple under his rough, greasy hands.  "Think I should fuck your precious
>daughter?  Think I should spread her legs" he reached around the girl and
>gripped the front of Tammy's thighs, making her squeal as he dug his
>fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her legs apart, jerking her ass back
>against his groin, "think I should drive my cock into her cunt?  What do
>you think, mommy?"  He licked the back of her neck, loving the way she
>shuddered and twisted in his grasp, loving the squealing whines she was
>making as he explored her young body.  "Mommy can't talk, can she?  Let
>me fix that."  He quickly walked over to Diane and pulled her gag out.

>"Let her go," Diane said calmly, her voice even, tinged with hate and
>loathing.  "Let her go.  You can keep me.  Just let her go."  The sounds
>of Tammy's whimpering and Julie's sobs a background to their
>conversation.

>"Let this sweet, delectable, piece of meat go?" he smiled as he made his
>way back to Tammy's bound body, his hand running over her chest, roughly
>massaging her budding breasts, pulling absently at her nipples.  "Why
>would I do that, mommy?"

>"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch.  Let her go."  Her voice was
>louder, her muscled in her neck straining to lift her head up further,
>the muscles in her body quivering as if she could break free from the
>bonds which held her balled up on her back on the ground.

>"Son of a bitch?" he growled, his face turning ugly, his hand snaking
>out, snatching a belt from a nearby table.  "Watch mommy, watch what this
>son of a bitch is going to do to your precious little daughter!"  He
>stepped back and the room was filled with the sickening sound of leather
>against flesh, a muffled howl coming from the throat of Tammy as the belt
>landed full force across her pubescent nipples, her lithe body jerking
>and swaying on the chain supporting her, her feet going out from under
>her as pain flashed through her body.

>"STOP IT!  STOP IT STOP IT!" Diane screamed again and again as he brought
>the belt down again and again against the tender flesh of her daughter,
>making her howl and swing and twist in the air, her body jackknifing and
>jerking, her legs kicking and flexing as the belt struck her tits, her
>thighs, her ass, her back, her shoulders, leaving ugly red marks
>crisscrossing her white flesh.  "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" she howled,
>her whole body quivering against the bonds holding it to the board, each
>stroke seeming to land against _her_ flesh, each jerking of her
>daughter's body seeming to transfer itself instantly to hers, the sound
>of leather against flesh, of her own screams, her daughter's screams, and
>the renewed sobbing of Julie seemed to meld together into a hellish
>cacophony of sound.  "STOP IT!" she howled again, her mind thinking crazy
>thoughts, crazy thoughts about how girls needed to be punished, needed to
>be whipped and beaten and hurt to drive the sin from their bodies.

>He stopped, wheezing, his body sheened with sweat, joy gleaming in his
>piggy eyes as he looked at the sobbing, hanging, whip-marked girl before
>him, his cock rock hard again from the sounds and sights of agony before
>him.  He looked at the panting, straining mother, so big, so sexy, bound
>like that, all tits and ass and cunt, "Maybe I'll fuck her now, what do
>you think, mommy?"  He slid his hand against Tammy's cunt, gripping it
>hard, hearing her whimper through her gag.

>"No."  She said it softly.  "No.  Please.  Fuck me instead.  Just let her
>alone."

>"What?  Did you hear that Tammy?  Your momma wants me to fuck her.  Isn't
>that right mommy?" he hissed.

>"Yes.  Fuck me.  Just don't hurt her anymore."

>"I think you're right, mommy.  I think your daughter is a little to sweet
>for the main course.  That cunt over there was a nice appetizer, and your
>daughter will be a nice dessert, but I think I'll have you for dinner."
>He grinned wickedly and heaved his body over to a workbench, grabbing a
>small case before approaching Diane.

>Diane watched in horrid fascination as this obese, obscene, lumpy horror
>of a man kneeled by her ass, his cock turgid and thick, slapping against
>her thigh as he leaned over her, a dirty canvas zippered small case in
>his hand, his breath foul and rotting as he smiled down at her, his pudgy
>fingers pulling open the case.  She shuddered uncontrollably as he showed
>her what was in the case--pins, two inch long pins with round heads, his
>eyes glinting down at her from between folds of fat as he smiled.

>"I got something special for mommy and her fat tits."