From jvc@grin.net Tue May 06 19:00:10 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 1.2 (mff nc rape best teen tort) Date: 6 May 1997 19:00:10 -0400 Organization: Mail to Usenet Gateway Lines: 235 Message-ID: <Pine.BSI.3.95.970506150219.21193C-100000@fish.grin.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII To: alt.sex.stories@myriad.alias.net Tammy felt the hard concrete floor as consciousness returned, darkness clearing from her mind as she felt again the punishment her young body had undergone. Her inner thighs and...and secret place were swollen painfully, every movement of her legs making her moan in agony. Mommy, she thought suddenly, flinching as she remembered the pain had come from her. Her mother had beaten her there, had driving the hard leather relentlessly into her soft flesh. She sobbed suddenly, realizing for the first time how hopeless her situation was, how nobody would protect her, how totally powerless she truly was. Not even her own mother, so stern, so forbidding, so strict with he admonitions against the sins of the flesh, spread open on the ground with that horrible man raping her, using her mother--her mind shied, and shied again when she thought of her friend, the sound of her sobbing continuing even now that they were alone. What must it have been like, to be raped, to be sodomized? To have him force his _thing_ into her mouth? Horrible, horrible, she shuddered, joining her sobs to Julie's as she sunk into a well of terror and pain and expectations of horrors which she could barely imagine. Harry let them stew for a couple of hours, checking in on them using the remote camera every once in a while. The bitches weren't doing anything except lying there, thinking. He grinned to himself, feeling himself growing horny as he made a few calls. He scratched Fang's head and wondered if it was time to let his favorite dog have a little fun. What the hell, he said to himself, the animals he had down below were more than fitting for his animal. One hour, a chili dog and two beer later he watched as three despairing and fearful faces turned toward him, Julie's face a mask of pure hopelessness and resignation; Diane's face filled with guilt and fear and a touch of defiance--he liked that, it made it more fun; and Tammy's face a picture of confused, despairing innocence. Each looked on with fear as he ordered Fang to sit in front of the door before advancing to position the cunts in their proper places. Diane's stomach knotted as she watched the troll-like man wrestle several contraptions and a tripod mounted video camera before grabbing Julie and flipping her onto her stomach. She watched in horrid fascination as he hog-tied her, humming and talking to himself all the while, his hands slapping and pinching and prodding her young flesh as he worked. "Smooth...sweet flesh...mmmmhmmmhmm...like that...slut...Fang's gonna love this...hurt you..." he muttered as he dragged Julie, her stomach and breasts dragging painfully on the concrete, directly in front of a device which sloped up at a 10 degree angle with a head-rest meant to hold the head back at an angle. Tammy cringed as the fat man approached her, squealing in fear through her gag as he lifted her slender form and laid her down on the angled device, professionally transferring her bonds to secure her to the contraption, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees and bound apart with a spreader bar, her ankles cuffed and attached to rings in the floor, a rope tight around her slender waist, pulling it in, reddening the soft white flesh, her ribs showing as her smallish breasts were pulled flat against her heaving chest, her head pulled back, her mouth forced open by the position, the ball gag removed to allow her to moan softly as the pain and terror and confusion which had engulfed her for the past hours came out in soft pleadings and sobbings. She was so ashamed to be bound like this, so horrified to be so exposed before her mother, panic striking momentarily as she thought about her mother beating her sore groin again, her slender form shuddering. "Okay Mommy, your turn," Harry said as he dragged the whore over to one of his favorite contraptions. It gave him good access to a bitch's ass and mouth, and had a few surprises for them. He bound her over the coffee-table like device, binding her on all fours, like a dog--he liked that thought, her chin resting on a padded rest so that she was forced to face forward, just a few feet from the face of her daughter. He tightened the strap across her lower back, forcing her labia even further apart, and her clit even harder against the imbedded metal V in the table, the sounds of her moans of pain music to his ears. Her tits, still black and blue and bloody, he slipped metal bands around, constricting them until her tit-meat bulged around the metal, the edges drawing blood from the abused flesh, the whore's moaning and squirming hardening his cock even more. One final touch--the metal, studded dildo attached to an arm underneath the table. He slid it into the bitch's gaping snatch, shoving on it hard before attaching an alligator clip to it's base, two wires running from it to board on which a car battery, a number of resistors, and several switches, sat. The world was an upside-down nightmare, a horror of flesh and leather and bonds to Tammy, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her mother, her mother's mouth forced open by a ring, her tongue convulsing in her mouth as Tammy watched and listened to her moans of pain, tears streaming down her own face as she saw her mother powerless before her. She saw the fat man behind her mother, saw him pick up a large bullwhip, saw him crack it over her head, a howl of pain screeching from Julie as it snapped against flesh, his voice echoing nightmarishly about the basement--"SHOW TIME CUNTS!" "Crawl, whore, crawl to your friend's pussy, crawl and lick it good, whore!" he yelled, snapping the whip against the blonde's sole, hearing her scream through the ring holding her mouth wide as she jerked forward, squirming across the hard concrete on her belly toward her friend's spread legs, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her whole face scrunched up in pain and humiliation and terror. "Faster, whore!" he screamed, landing another blow to her exposed sole, drawing blood from it as the cunt wriggled nearer to her goal, her soft white flesh tearing itself against the hard concrete as tears flooded from her eyes, her thighs and stomach and breasts turning a bright red as she squirmed toward Tammy's cunt. Oh my god no! "O!" Diane yelled, the pain and discomfort of her binding forgotten as she watched the whip drive Julie closer to her daughter. "Hop! Hop!" Stop! Stop! she grunted out even as she felt her rapist's cock press against her anus, shame filling her as she thought about what he was about to do, that he was about to sodomize her, to use her asshole for his vile desires. "O!" she cried out for herself and her daughter as she saw Julie finally attain her goal, her head over her daughter's groin. Oh my god oh my god she thought as pain lanced through her ass as he began to force his fat cock into her bowels, driving her clit even harder against the metal V, making her moan in pain, a despairing, endless moan of pain as he stretched her ass wide with his cock, filling her bowels with his meat, and her mind with shame and humiliation. "Mommy! Mommy!" Tammy cried out in terror as she felt Julie's mouth against her tortured groin, the touch of her tongue slobbering over her private place sending jagged nails of pain through her body as she squirmed in her bonds, her breaths short and staccato, forced so by the rope around her belly. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" she begged even as she saw her mother's face twist in pain, a terrifying moan of agony wrenched from her throat even as the sound of the bullwhip echoed through the basement again, to be joined by Julie's muffled scream, and the fat man's command to her to go faster, harder. She started crying again as she felt Julie's tongue slice between her labia, flicking across her clit to send unbearable sparks of sensation strangely mixed with pain through her young body. "Stoooooooooop...." she whined even as Julie began licking her slit in earnest, making Tammy want to pee and squirm and buck her hips at the same time, driving her mad with the disgusting sensations rising from her groin, visions of the hell her mother had instilled her with flashing across her clenched eyelids every time Julie's tongue slid hard across her clit, sending horrible sparks of feeling through her thighs and stomach and up into her nipples. She didn't understand what was happening, only that she wanted it to stop, please somebody make it stop. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHH..AHHHHHHHHH" Diane screamed and sobbed again and again as electricity poured through the metal around her tits and against her clit and buried deep in her cunt, making every muscle in her body clench in agony, adding to the terrible ripping, tearing sensation in her bowls as fucked her ass mercilessly. The sounds of her daughter's pleadings were the worst though, the sound driving spikes into her mind, guilt at making her daughter suffer this, at bringing her here, at not being able to protect her hurting as badly as every jolt of electricity and every stroke of her rapist's cock into her stretched ass. "AAAHHHH...AAAAAHHHHHH...AAHHHHHH," it went on, her body spasming in its bonds in agony, her huge tits dancing madly beneath her as she watched her daughter's face contort in disgust and horror at what Julie was doing to her. Julie, that slut, that bitch, stop it stop it she wanted to scream even as she screamed again as her rapist spiked his cock deep into her bowels, her hips gyrating madly in pain as her clit was brutally mashed and shocked and mashed again and again against the metal V. Oh god she deserved this she deserved this ran madly through her mind as the sight of her daughter's face brought back memories of her own rape so long ago, the face of her own youth superimposing itself over her daughter's as remembered how she had humiliated her husband, teasing him with her tits and cunt and ass and denying him, of her hypocrisy in preaching against the sins of the flesh when her own horrible lusts consumed her daily, driving her to bizarre fantasies of consummation, of her lies and hatred and pride, each stroke in her burning ass and shock through her clit and cunt and tits screaming to her her own guilt and abasement. Like a fucking stuck pig, he though, spearing his cock deep into her ass, loving the way it spasming around his thick meat as electricity poured into her cunt, her whole body writhing and sweating in its bonds as he used her like the pig she was, like the dumb godamned meat which was all she was good for. With one hand he clenched her hip, driving his cock deep into her grasping, spasming shit hole, while the other still held the whip, lashing it against the blond whore's foot or side leg whenever he though she was lagging, his hand flipping a switch on the board to send even more current through the pig he was impaling, sending her bucking and thrashing even harder against her bond, her screams rising into a constant howl of agony as he used her for his pleasure, his eyes locked onto her daughter's face, eating up its horror and its writhing confusion as her friend licked that hot young clit of hers. "Come on bitch, come on," he whispered under his breath, wheezing as he continued to pound mommy's ass, "come. Come." Tammy didn't know what was happening. Her whole groin felt like it was on fire--each stroke of Julie's tongue across her slit send grotesque shivers through her body, reaching up to burn her nipples with a cold fire. She was sweating, her whole body straining, her stomach heaving against the rope constricting it, the muscles writing as her body fought; but she didn't understand, didn't understand except that Julie was doing a horrible thing, that it was horrible and awful and what was happening to her and it was too much and she couldn't take it and she wanted her to stop but not stop keep going hurt so much but it was good but it hurt and stop hell punishment bad sin hurts good good good oh my god oh my god "AH AH AH AH" the cords in her neck stood out as her twelve year old body strained against her bonds, sweat making her smooth white flesh glisten, "AH AH OH MY GOD...I...I...I CAN'T...CAN'T...OH...OH...OH...AAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!" her chest heaved and her body shook and pain blossomed in her nipples as the bullwhip landed on them to be spread like wildfire, subsumed by a sensation more powerful than the pain sweeping though her nerves, making every muscle in her young pre-teen body spasm as darkness clouded her vision and she heard her mother scream NOOOO! in the background as she shuddered again and again as the feeling so strong it could only be pain but wasn't pain swept through her until she collapsed limp in her bonds, panting desperately for air as she felt Julie lay her head sideways against her groin, nausea building in the back of her throat as her body came down from what had happened to it. "Yes...yes..." Harry whispered to himself as he pounded Diane's asshole harder, watching her daughter's expression slowly begin to change. He was so close to spilling his spunk deep in this bitch's ass, which her daughter about to pop her cherry cork right in front of him. It was too much. He flipped off the juice to the cunt and leaned over her, his cock spasming inside her stretched asshole, grabbing her by the hair and screaming, "LOOK! LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT THE WHORE!" "NOOOO!" she screamed as her daughter came back into focus, her own agony dissipating as she saw the look of wild lust and confusion etched on her daughter's straining face, her mouth gaping and grunting and panting as her come built higher and higher. "NOOO!" she screamed again, not her daughter, not her precious daughter. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be coming her, couldn't be taking pleasure, she wasn't a slut, wasn't a whore like her mother who deserved it but she didn't, her daughter didn't deserve it but she did she was coming just like a whore, her body jerking and thrashing and coming like a whore who was only good for fucking on this earth before going to hell to be tormented by demons forever torturing her for her lust and punishing her lust no not her daughter she screamed along with her daughter as electricity came back hard, slamming into her tits and cunt and clit, making her whole body spasm and jerk in agony as her rapist slammed his cock in and out of her burning asshole again and again, driving her clit hard into the metal beneath it, punishing it, punishing her for having been such a slut before, like her daughter would have to be punished, like Julie had been punished, until she felt his cock jerk deep in her spasming asshole and his hands grip the twin globes of her ass hard as he pumped his foul semen deep into her bowels.