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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.