From jvc@grin.net Tue May 06 19:00:08 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: Garage1.1 (mff nc rape best teen) Date: 6 May 1997 19:00:08 -0400 Organization: Mail to Usenet Gateway Lines: 423 Message-ID: <Pine.BSI.3.95.970506150112.21193B-100000@fish.grin.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII To: alt.sex.stories@myriad.alias.net She remained silent, dread filling her, and a sense of relief that he wasn't hurting her daughter, not yet, that he was going to torture her. Her tits, though, he was going to torture her tits, her tits which she had always flaunted, wearing tight blouses or sweaters, shaping bras, loving the way they drew the eyes of men, loving the way they made her feel sexy, and secretly, al little bit slutty, looking down on the men for looking, but _wanting_ them to look. She shuddered as her tormentor flashed a single needle before her eyes, grinning evilly. She felt him press the tip of it against the center of her nipple, and her body began to shake as he began to press it into her tit meat. Pain lanced through her breast, sweat popping up on her forehead as she gritted her teeth, a small whimper escaping her mouth as she felt the needle penetrate deep into her fat tit, his thumb pressing her nipple down, grinding the pin deeper and deeper into her tit flesh. She moaned as the agony from the single pin burned through her body, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt him press a second pin against the underside of her breast. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she howled as he slammed the second pin hard and fast into her tit, her body bucking in agony in its bonds as her tit exploded in pain, tears leaking from her clenched eyes. "Scream bitch, scream," she heard him snarl as he drove another needle straight down into her other breast, tearing another howl from her throat, and another, and another, her strong body sweating and bucking and thrashing in agony as pin after pin was driven into her sensitive tit meat, her screams echoing horribly against the basement walls, her voice growing ragged from her screaming. He slammed home the tenth pin, five in each of those fat melons, and leaned back on his heels, a grotesque toad of a man with eyes burning in lust, waiting as her screams tailed off into agonized sobbing, her face bright with pain, her green eyes clenched shut, leaking tears. He glanced over at Tammy, that sweet piece of meat hanging there, horror in her eyes, his cock throbbing as he considered the possibilities. He turned back to the bitch mother, and leaned over her, between her spread legs, his cock resting against her buttocks, his hands to either side of her chest. "Okay, mommy, you ready for a fucking?" he whispered, his face inches from hers. Even with the agony in her breasts she turned her face away from his, his breath like rotting flesh in her nostrils, his obese body pressing against the back of her thighs, slimy and sweaty and gross, the sensation, combined with the pain, making her want to vomit. She felt his bloated cock press against her cunt, her mind whirling in humiliation and pain, her eyes closed as if to keep out what was happening to her. Son of a bitch, son of a bitch she thought, her mind flashing back years ago when she was trapped in a car, a man mauling her, dirtying her, like now, using her body for his pleasure, her ripe, full body, so sexy, she knew, so strong and perfect. "Uhgg" she grunted as he slammed his cock home into her cunt, stretching it wide, scraping against the dry walls, causing tears of humiliation to leak from her clenched eyes as he leaned the weight of his hips down against her body, grinding his pelvis into hers. She shuddered in disgust as he dragged his tongue across her cheek, her whole body shuddering in pain and degradation as her mind visualized what was happening to her, picturing her folded up, bound, this disgusting man on top of her, her fat tits pierced through, her body, her firm, strong body, her beautiful, tempting body, being used, being abused, being raped by this animal. She shuddered again, her mind whirling in a haze of pain and visions. Harry loved the taste of the cunt's skin, loved the way her face was twisted in pain, loved the feeling of her cunt engulfing his cock. She was tight for a mommy, tight and warm, and she was going to be oh so active, soon, very soon. "You like that mommy, you like my cock deep in your cunt? Here it comes mommy, here comes the fucking of your life." He placed one hand on top her breast, pressing down softly, then harder, and harder, tearing screams from the bitch's throat as his weight drove the pins deeper into her flesh, her head thrashing back and forth, her auburn hair wild around her face, a face distended by her howling and her pain as he moved his other hand on top of her other breast, leaning his full weight against the fat melons of her tits. God it was good, her whole body shaking and quivering and straining in its bonds, her chest heaving as she sucked in air to scream again and again, his weight on her cunt and her tits, grinding agony into her flesh, her cunt spasming in pain as he started pumping into her, slamming his cock into her exposed cunt mercilessly, her screams driving him wild with lust, her pain building his excitement to a fever pitch as the bitch's big, strong body thrashed uncontrollably beneath him. She couldn't stop screaming--the pain was beyond what she thought possible, her tit meat feeling like it was being ripped apart, flashing grinding, agonizing pain through her body, his plunging cock adding to the humiliation as he plowed into her. Her head whipped back and forth, her mind seeking an escape from this agony, which seemed to go on and on and on and never end as his cock pounded down into her cunt and his hands mashed her tits to her chest, the pins tearing the flesh of her mounds, shredding them, turning them into two globes of fiery pain. "AAHHHHHGGG! NOOOO! PaPaPaPaLEEEEAASSEEEE! STOP! AAHHHHHGGGG!" she begged and screamed again and again, her whole being focused only on the pain, her world narrowing to the two hands grinding agony into her breasts and the cock splitting her cunt wide. They were her whole world, the pain and degradation and humiliation was all she knew, all she could feel, all there was for her as she continued to scream and beg for him to stop, stop hurting her, stop raping her. He was close, close. It was so good, hurting her, making her scream, using the cunt, taking her, hearing her scream and beg. She was nothing, nothing he thought as her cunt continued to spasm in pain around his cock, a fucking piece of meat, a toy, a screaming, begging, howling fucking toy to be fucked and raped and tortured forever as he grunted his pleasure, grinding his cock deep into her spasming cunt, spilling his seed deep into her heaving belly as he clenched his hands around her tits, drawing more and more screams for him, his cock pulsing again and again in pleasure, spewing come, filling the cunt up, making her his. Vaguely, through the pain, she felt him come, the agony reaching a crescendo, flaring almost unbearably, sending streamers of darkness flowing across her vision as he pumped her full of his nasty come. She wanted to pass out, she wanted it to be over, and she screamed again as he levered himself off of her, her tits throbbing in time with her heart, each beat a searing agony as her mind began to clear from her pain, her body still shaking uncontrollably in reaction. She felt him unhook her ankles and knees, her legs, covered in sweat, the muscles standing out like cords, flopped to the ground, her knees slightly bent, her thighs parted as she panted heavily, her mind taking stock of her body. Her tits were ruined, she knew it. They had never hurt so much, so badly. Each breath she took sent agony flaring through the tender mounds--she was afraid to look at them, afraid of what she would see, afraid that they had deserved to be brutalized, deserved to be tormented because she had flaunted them so brazenly. NO! NO! Don't think, don't think. It wasn't that way. It wasn't. Stop it!, her mind cried, reaching out to take stock of the rest of her body. Her legs ached from her struggles, feeling sore and bruised, like her groin. She could feel his come leaking from between her labia, feel it slipping across her tender flesh, and she was overcome with shame, fighting against the sense of satisfaction she felt, satisfaction that her body, such an invitation to sin, was being punished so deservedly. She moaned with each breath and opened her eyes, gazing through tears at the darkness of the basement, where she saw her tormentor sitting like a demented, perverted, satanic cupid on a small stool, his flesh hanging grotesquely over the sides, his heavy cock gross between his fat, hairy thighs, his eyes blinding in their dementia. Her gaze turned to her daughter, hanging, tears coursing down her face, a face distended by the ball gag still lodged in her mouth, her young body still pure, its flesh so smooth and white and innocent. She shuddered and shut off what her mind was whispering to her. Tammy couldn't stop crying. Her mommy was screaming, screaming, filling the basement with the horrible sounds of agony and terror. Please stop, she begged in her mind, please stop making mommy scream she wished toward the man, the bad man, whose ass wobbled as it moved back and forth above her mother's bound body. She knew what he was doing, knew that he was having sex with her, was raping her mommy, and her own pain was forgotten. She wanted it to stop--she wanted to be home in her own bed, safe, safe from this man and his penis and his pins and his whips. Please stop hurting mommy she begged again in her mind. Harry sat heavily on his stool, a cold beer in his hand. He felt his cock begin to twitch again--it was always like this the first day with the cunts, he felt like he could fuck forever--as he gazed at his handiwork. Diane was stretched out, panting and moaning, her big, strong body covered in sweat, her tits smeared with drying blood and turning black and blue. He would have to watch that--he didn't want to ruin such fine pieces of meat quite yet. Tammy was quietly crying, her young body stretched, balanced on its toes, criss-crossed with whip marks, the ball gag muffling her sobs as she sunk further into despair. He had special plans for her, very special plans. And then there was Julie. He smiled as he remembered her spasming ass, the way her body bucked and thrashed as he had sodomized her. She was still in position, strapped on her knees, her small, twelve year old ass thrusting out, offering her virgin cunt. He wondered what he should fuck next--he wanted to take Tammy, but he could wait. Anyway, he had a better idea. Diane groaned as he pulled each of the pins from her tits, relief flooding her body as the pain lessened, turning from a sharp, stabbing agony to a throbbing, background pain, like a deep, hard bruise. She felt his breath against the side of her face and the trickle of blood down the sides of her chest. "Okay mommy," he whispered to her softly, "here's the deal. I'm going to fuck the sweet little cunt your daughter's got next." "Nooo..." she moaned, "Please...." "You don't want me to plow your little sweetheart mommy? I bet she fucks like a whore, mommy." She shook her head weekly, repeating "Please..., no, don't. I'll do anything." "Anything?" he whispered to her, smiling to himself as she nodded. Her eyes grew wide as she listened to him speak, shuddering as he ran his hand lightly over her flesh, his words cutting into her as he described what she was going to have to do to save her daughter from a fate worse than death. Tammy watched as the fat man leaned over her mother, whispering to her. She watched as her mother shook her head, and then began crying, nodding as she did so, the fat man's face turning to look at her, his smile sending fear flowing down her young body, before locking her ankles together with a short chain. It was worse when he untied her mother, who stood unsteadily on exhausted muscles, straightening up to look like a wounded, captured amazon, her height seeming to give her strength. Her eyes, though, made Tammy shiver--they were so filled with despair, crazy despair. She wanted to cry out, to run to her mother, to feel her mother's arms around her, protecting her, keeping her safe, but she couldn't, the rattling of the chain pulling her arms over her head, stretching out her lean young body, was a constant reminder of her captivity at the hands of this horrible man. Diane wavered on her feet, her whole body aching from the position it had been held in for so long, her breasts throbbing agonizingly on her chest, dreading what she was about to do, what she _had_ to do for the sake of her daughter. She lifted her hand, feeling divorced from her body, and pointed to Julie. "Fuck her again. Fuck her slutty cunt. The bitch-whore deserves it." She said it loudly and clearly, not daring to look at Julie as she heard the girl call out through her stretched open mouth, "Ooooooo! Eeeeaaasssee!" before breaking down and beginning to sob again, filling the basement with her despair. Tammy couldn't believe her ears. NO! she wanted to scream, struggling in her bonds as she watched the man force a gag into her mother's mouth, stretching her jaw wide, hurting her while he did it. She shook her head, wanting her mother to explain, to tell her why she had said that, why she was letting this man do this to them, even while knowing that her mother was as helpless as she was without really believing it--her mother had always been so strong, so big and _there_, always keeping her safe, always telling her what was right, and what would send her to eternal damnation. Her mother couldn't be helpless, couldn't be talking like some gutter whore like her mother had warned her against. Diane approached her bound daughter, her head down in shame as she bent down and grabbed Tammy's ankles, knowing that their tormentor was watching, was waiting for her to balk, waiting for fight so that he could despoil her daughter, could take Tammy's innocence like hers had been taken so long ago. She shuddered at the thought and lifted her daughter's ankles above her head, leaving one leg draped over her shoulder--her daughter's naked flesh warm and soft against her own flesh--while she hooked a leather cuff around her daughter's ankle, pinning it near her hands. She repeated the process with her daughter's other ankle, hanging her from her arms and legs, her body bent double at the waist, her slender legs spread obscenely, her virgin, almost hairless cunt obscenely exposed above the small brown circle of her anus. She couldn't look into her daughter's eyes, green eyes filled with confused despairing pleading, not knowing why her mother was doing this, not knowing why these horrible things were happening to her. Harry watched with growing pleasure as Diane picked up the short twisted leather whip he had left for her as he positioned himself behind Julie, his greasy hands running over the soft flesh of her ass, loving the way she shivered and sobbed as he pressed his cock against her virgin cunt, waiting for just the right moment to plunge it in. "You ready girl," he said to Julie as he ran his hands over her lower back. "You ready to have your slutty cunt reamed out? I know you loved my cock in your ass, but you're going to love it even more in your fresh little pussy. Hell, if it hadn't been for mommy over there, I might just have been happy with your ass. Mommy convinced me that a slut like you needs to be taken care of, completely." He grinned as she sobbed harder at his words, as Diane turned her head and looked at him with hate and despair-filled eyes, her knuckles white around the handle of the whip. "MMMGGGGFFFFFF!" Tammy howled in shock and pain as her mother brought the lash down against the back of her thigh, her flesh burning at the contact. "MMMGGGFFFF!" she cried out again through the gag, the whip landing again, this time kissing her stomach just below her belly button. Why was her mother doing this, why? She didn't understand, she couldn't understand. What was happening? Why? "MMMMMGGGGGGFFFFF!" she howled again and tears began flowing from her eyes as they begged her mother to stop, her whole body shaking and jerking as it hung from its ankles and wrists, her sex grotesquely exposed to the air, her young slender body breaking out in a sweat as pain lanced through her lithe body as her mother brought the whip across her inner thigh, making her howl her pain and anguish into her gag, her mind a whirl of confusion and despair. Diane heard Julie cry out as Harry plunged his dick into her virgin cunt, deflowering her, taking her completely, using the girl, the twelve year old girl, she thought, the twelve year old flirt, with the young, vivacious body, her quick smile, her teasing eyes getting plugged violently, brutally, her narrow twat being pounded by the obese, disgusting, foul man. She shuddered and brought the whip down again against her daughter's flesh, her eyes locked on her daughter's thighs and groin, not daring to look at her face, to see the betrayal lurking there, to see the pain and despair hiding in those once lively green eyes. She wanted to yell "I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO," but the gag prevented her, turning her into an instrument of her daughter's torture. She wanted to tell her daughter it was this or what Julie was suffering, the slap of flesh against flesh as Harry raped her a counterpoint to the sound of the whip against her daughter's flesh, the background noise of whimpers, moans, sobs, and screams echoing through the basement. The bitch was so tight, so sweet, her suffering so pure, her cunt so smooth and fresh as he slid his cock deep into her snatch, savoring the sensation as it hit bottom, pounding against her cervix, loving the way she shook and bucked and moaned and sobbed as he raped her virgin cunt, this twelve year old piece of fuck meat his to use, _his_ to fuck and torture. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out, her cunt so tight it resisted, her moans and painful sobbing driving him to thrust harder back into the cunt. And the floor show, the floor show with mommy beating her daughter's thighs and stomach; that was sweet, and hot. That precious young piece of meat hanging there, in agony, confused by her protector beating her, hurting her, tormenting her. It was delicious, just delicious, like the cunt he was currently raping. Her daughter twisted slightly before her eyes, her body shaking and bucking and twisting to avoid the lash of the whip near her tenderest parts. Diane's arm slashed down mechanically, the sounds of torment filling the basement seemed to blend into a single cacophony of horror as her mind shrunk from what she was doing, her vision locking on the reddening flesh of her daughter's thighs, drawn inescapably to her crotch, to where her labia and tiny anus winking at her. Horrible, she thought, sinful; her mind drifted back, back to when her rapist had let her go, had released her to make her way miles back home, her own cunt aching, stretched, leaking the bad man's come. It had been horrible, being home, trying to wash it away, away from her filthy cunt, her horrible cunt which could make a man do that to her; like the cunt before her, like the daughter's cunt, so fresh, so innocent, to tempting, so filthy and sinful and disgusting. Without knowing it she brought the whip right down on her daughter's virgin cunt-lips, smashing the tender flesh with the blow, tearing a horrible howl of animal pain from behind her gag. Bad cunt, bad cunt, bad cunt, was all that Diane could think, her mind a vortex of emotions and thoughts and pictures, her arm flailing the whip against her daughter's exposed crack, driving the girl into spasms of agony, her body thrashing uncontrollably about in its bonds, pain overwhelming her, making her scream and cry like a tortured animal as her mother kept driving the whip into her tender cunt. Punish it, punish it, hurt the cunt, hurt the filthy, disgusting, sinful thing, she thought as she beat her daughter's cunt, wishing it were her own, wishing that _her_ cunt would be beaten, tortured, burned, punished for being, punished for the sin it caused. The bitch was freaking out, Harry thought, freaking out on her daughter's cunt, beating the little whore into a quivering dance of agony with the whip, turning her virgin cunt into a red mass of raw, swollen flesh. He fucked Julie's cunt harder, his whole body seeming to inflate as his lust skyrocketed, his cock throbbing in the hot sheath of the virgin cunt writhing in its bonds beneath him. God damn he had gotten some sweet playthings this time, just like those two college girls, willing to do anything to each other to keep his hands off of them, coming to fear and hate each other more than they did him, looking to him as if he were their savior. He grunted, his cock flexing painfully inside the bitch's virgin cunt, his third come within two hours sending lancing spikes of pain and pleasure though his groin, spluttering into ecstasy as he grunted and jerked against the piece of fuck meat beneath him, jamming his cock deep into her cunt, slamming up against her cervix, making her grunt and jerk and sob as his cock spit its wad into her cunt, filling up the little whore with his come. Diane didn't know how long she had whipped her daughter's cunt, didn't know how long before she felt a strong hand on her wrist, stopping her from another blow, how long before her eyes focused again and she stood looking down at the disgusting troll of a man who had brought them here and abused them so badly. She only had a second before she felt him press something against the flesh of her stomach and then she seemed to lose control over every muscle in her body. Harry looked down at the woman's body, limp on the floor, his cock glistening with its own come and Julie's blood, a long string of come dangling from the tip. The whore was such a package, such a prize of tits and ass and thighs and stomach, so big and hot, he thought, as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the floor to the corner of the room, near the lone toilet. He quickly hooked a hard leather collar around her neck and fastened her wrists behind her back. He also bound her thighs and ankles together, making sure she didn't have too much mobility--it wouldn't do to have her killing herself before he really started having his fun. He checked the gag to make sure it was in firmly; he wanted to make sure the three of them couldn't hold a chat while he took a break. Tammy's whole groin was on fire. She screamed pitifully into the gag as the horrid man ran his hand along her crotch, her whole body jerking at the slight touch. Only pain existed in her mind, pain and betrayal and fear overwhelming her as, behind shut eyelids, she replayed again and again her mother bringing the whip down right into her crotch, sending flaring agony though her young teenaged body. She sobbed into her gag as she felt herself let down, her mind going dark as blood flooded her powerless limbs, the next few moments of her binding a nightmare haze of semi-conscious nightmares. The teenaged cunts were on either side of mommy when he was done, all tied almost immobile, although able to squirm into a sitting position. He had gagged them all--he didn't want them commiserating or explaining--he wanted them to mull what had just happened, to let their little minds replay the sounds and sights of mommy dearest telling him to fuck Julie, of mommy beating her precious daughter. He smiled to himself. This was promising, very promising. The blond bitch was broken--she hadn't stopped crying even now, and he knew she would do whatever he wanted. He loved blondes; he would just have to make sure he didn't break the teenaged whore. Daughter was confused and shaken. She had no idea what was happening, which is what he had in mind. Mommy couldn't protect her, was helpless, at the best, and hurt her. He wanted to see that one come so hard she passed out, to see that little innocent slut come bucking and squealing on the end of his cock as he beat her small tits black and blue while mommy watched her slutty daughter being raped and loving it. And mommy, well, she was a true prize, full, mature flesh which could take beating after beating after beating. She was still stunned, her mind in a state of limbo. as she heard the large metal door bang closed after Harry exited. Her sex ached, her tits throbbed, her body tingled painfully. What had she done? What had she done? She had beaten her daughter, tortured the girl, whipped her...her...she shuddered at the remembrance. How could she have done that? What had happened? She shifted, grinding her tit against the concrete, bringing tears to her eyes, feeling she deserved the pain for what she had done. It was all her fault--she had been so sure of herself, so proud of her body, her size, her sex. She had sinned, she had been dirty and foul and used and now she was paying, and her daughter was paying with her. She looked over at her daughter, laying bound on her side, her young flesh beaded with sweat, curled up in a fetal position, her arms bound behind her back, her eyes shut and leaking tears, her chest rising and falling raggedly.