From jvc@grin.net Tue May 06 19:00:06 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-pen-4.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-pen-16.sprintlink.net!myriad!mail From: jvc <jvc@grin.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Garage 1.0 (mff rape nc tort best teen) Date: 6 May 1997 19:00:06 -0400 Organization: Mail to Usenet Gateway Lines: 495 Message-ID: <Pine.BSI.3.95.970506145925.21193A-100000@fish.grin.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII To: alt.sex.stories@myriad.alias.net 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."