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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.