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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Into S and M by Paul Gable
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CHAPTER ONE
"No! No! Don't whip me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't whip me!" Cori Foster
pleaded.
Her bare feet whipped back and forth against the dead autumn leaves.
It was cold outside, the night wind stirring the bare branches
overhead and whistling through the small grove of pines.
But Cori felt nothing but the sheer power of her terror as she hung
there from the overhead branch. Her naked asscheeks jiggled against
one another while she banged her knees painfully against the bark of
the tree trunk. Uncle Jim had dragged her out stark naked from the
shower by the hair, throwing her into the dirt and backhanding her
into a stunned semiconsciousness. When she shook off the stupor, Cori
found herself tied to the tree, the quarter inch line crisscrossed
around her wrists in figure eights biting painfully into her flesh.
He was drunk again. Uncle Jim was always mean when he was drunk. But
he had never abused her this badly before.
Twisting her head around Cori looked with rounded eyes at the half
naked man behind her. Shirtless, clad in jeans, he was reeling from
side to side, a rawhide whip dangling form one hand while he swigged
down yet another can of beer. Crushing the can with his fingers, he
flung it at the girl's head.
"Ow!"
Cori winced, doing her best to catch her breath as she swung there
from the tree. He had tied her tightly to the limb, making sure only
her toes dragged over the cold, hard ground. Cori moaned, pressing her
face against her upper arm as she felt her muscles relaxing and
pulling flat. Her arms ached, the throbbing radiating to her head.
Slowly, she felt her feet start to touch the ground. Uncle Jim was
burping and farting behind her, yelling at times, then cracking the
whip against the ground. They were miles from any house, miles from
civilization.
Oh, why had her mother thought it would be a nice vacation for her to
be out in the country?
"Been watchin' that nice little butt of yours. Too bad your mother
went home today. I could've tied you both up and whipped ass all
fuckin' night. But you'll be enough for now."
"No, no!" she whimpered, feeling the flesh around her aureoles wrinkle
while her nipples brushed painfully against the bark.
Cori froze, hearing the footsteps of her drunken uncle approach her
from behind. He stopped, curling his fingers around the back of her
neck and squeezing hard until she thought he would snap her neck.
Crying out, the girl snapped her head forward, banging her nose
against the tree.
Taking advantage of her fright, Jim twisted the whip around, shoving
the rounded leather handle up into her asshole.
"Awk!"
Never, never had she experienced anything that ... that awful! Cori
screamed, her knees jerking out like those of a frog, her thighs
wrapping around the tree trunk and sawing back and forth. It was
awful! And Uncle Jim was still pushing the handle up her ass, twisting
it around and around while swatting her bare ass with the flat of one
hand. Cori wept and screamed, her voice echoing through the pine
grove. She could feel the big thing being crammed up into her asshole
then slipping out until she thought he was going to yank out her
bowels! Her arm muscles knotted up as she tried to climb up to the
limb, to do anything to escape the dreadful tearing pain ripping
through her shitter.
"Like gettin' fucked in the ass? Lots of girls do. They get
butt-fucked and keep their cherries. Fools their boyfriends a lot."
Uncle Jim kept twisting the whip handle in her ass, reaching around
with one hand and working his fingers along her thighs until he was
feeling her pussy. Cori moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together
and shaking her head. No, no, this had to be some awful nightmare! She
was still a virgin. She had been a good girl, just like her mother had
instructed her to be. No boy had ever done anything like this to her.
And here was her own uncle, her mother's brother, savaging her like
this!
Uncle Jim pulled the handle out, sniffing at the smooth slick black
leather, then twisting it around until he was gripping it tightly.
Cori shivered, aware of the whistling wind chilling her flesh and
making it break out into goose pimples all over her naked body. Uncle
Jim staggered around a little more, dragging the leather whip behind
him like a tail.
Cori refused to look. It would only make her feel worse. Instead, she
concentrated on the thin rope binding her wrists together to the limb,
holding them prisoner while her feet swept back and forth against the
ground.
He stopped. Slowly, Cori twisted her head around, peering over her
shoulder. He had his legs apart, the whip in his right hand. She
watched him cock his arm back, the biceps bulging as he staggered
forward. For a moment, she thought he was going to fall. But he
regained his balance and brought the whip down.
Cori screamed, hearing the leather sizzling through the air before it
crashed between her jutting shoulder blades.
"Eaghghghghhhhhh!"
Cori's body snapped forward, her belly scraping painfully against the
tree. She clenched her fingers around the white line holding her
wrists together, half hauling herself up from the base of the tree
while sobbing hysterically. Uncle Jim was laughing behind her, pleased
at his reaction.
"Yaghghhhhhhh!"
Another blow, this time right across her bare ass. Cori screamed
again, feeling the slicing heat explode across her ass and smash into
her belly and cunt. The rope was starting to cut into her wrists. All
her weight was suspended from those bonds while her legs swung back
and forth. In a moment Cori sagged downward once more, sobbing,
feeling the throbbing pain in her back match the ache in her violated
ass.
She shook her head, not understanding why her uncle was acting this
way. She had seen him leering at her during the day, especially when
her cousin Cindy wasn't around. But she thought that was her
imagination. How a member of her own family could act this way was
beyond her!
When Uncle Jim came up behind her again she felt him grabbing a
fistful of her long blonde hair, pulling it back so hard tears sprang
to her eyes.
"Uhhhhh, no, don't ... no more, no more hurt, Uncle Jim, no more!" she
muttered as the tension spread.
For a moment, Cori thought he was going to snatch the hair from her
scalp and leave her bald. The pain was horrid, her eyelids flickering.
He was pushing her up against the tree, forcing her cunt into the
bark. Cori let out a soft moan, feeling something very sharp poking
into her puffy cuntlips, rubbing up and down until ... until she was
starting to feel very warm and tight down there.
He pushed her forward harder, tugging at her hair until Cori could
feel the strands ripping from her scalp. She sobbed and shrieked
again, her muscles knotting while her legs kicked.
Suddenly, Uncle Jim let her go, backing away a few feet, then bringing
down the whip against her shoulder. She screamed, fearing he had
sliced away a part of her flesh. Terrified to look, Cori stared
straight ahead, looking past the trunk of the tree to the house that
looked so warm and comfortable and inviting now.
He was in front of her now, holding the whip doubled, shaking it in
front of her eyes. In a moment, he slashed the leather across her
cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side, the girl
choking on a stifled scream. She pulled back at the ropes, her legs
kicking down against the tree until her toenails shattered. The warm
trickle down her cheek told the teenager that he had done terrible
damage to her. She screamed like a wild woman now, her body jerking
and twisting as if electrified while her arms pulled madly against the
restraining line.
Uncle Jim liked her reaction, laughing and burping as she licked the
blood from the corner of her mouth. He jabbed the end of the whip
against her ribs hard now, calming her down with the threat of more
pain. In a flash, Cori's terror turned to terrible hatred.
"Why are you doing this? You bastard, why are you doing this to me? I
haven't done anything to you!"
" 'Cause you're a fuckin' bitch-like most of them teases around here.
All you can think about's fuckin'. Well, you're gonna get more than
your share right here," he said, grabbing hold of his crotch and
rubbing it.
Cori turned away, biting her lower lip and feeling herself utterly
lost. He was in no condition to reason with. All he wanted to do was
humiliate and hurt her. She could see that in his eyes. Trembling, she
looked up through the fine network of branches overhead. She could
make out a few stars and the moon as her uncle grabbed her by the
waist and twisted her around. Cori screamed, her wrists turning
around, the tiny bones cracking from the unnatural tension. In a
moment her arms were trapped like a pretzel, a dull throbbing ache
reaching out from her elbows into her shoulders.
Something popped in her arm as she felt her ass working back and forth
against the pine's rough bark. One tiny sliver slipped into her ass
crack, creating a hot little shock.
Uncle Jim lashed the whip across her face, the leather stinging her
cheeks, leaving long red marks just under her high cheekbones. The
weapon came back again, sizzling through the air and striking her
forehead. Cori's head snapped back, banging hard into the tree. She
saw bright lights as her body slumped forward, her tits jiggling
together. Uncle Jim stopped for a moment, his breath short, wheezy,
uneven. Another sharp blow stung across the tops of her tits, reviving
the half-stunned girl. She screamed, struggling against the tree. Cori
could feel the bark tearing into her flesh, ripping her skin while her
heels beat savagely against the trunk.
"No, please, no! My mother will give you anything, Uncle Jim! Uh,
please, oh please, don't hurt me!" Cori shrieked, her head falling
forward.
Uncle Jim stopped, walking up to the girl and grabbing hold of her
hanging blonde hair. He jerked her head up, pulling the strands
hard again and tearing a few from her scalp. Cori winced, feeling the
sharp pain around her face and tits dulling to a throbbing ache. She
seemed to be in agony all over, hardly able to draw a breath without
shuddering. She blinked her eyes clear and saw a thin smile crossing
her uncle's fat, puffy face. He had something in mind. Cori tried to
clear her head. Something was up.
"You'll do anything? You'll make your mother do anything?"
Cori looked at him quizzically. "Wh ... what?"
"Your father's will. He left those mining interests up in Colorado to
you and your mother. They're yours now. That is, unless you sell them
to me. Or give them," he added with a wider grin.
"Interests? But Momma said they're worthless. She was gonna throw them
away," Cori whispered, her arms feeling as if they'd pull from her
shoulder at any second.
"Throw . . . she didn't, did she?"
His face grew anxious, his nostrils flaring as he pushed his face
against hers. Cori shook her head, remembering her mother putting the
certificates into the bottom bureau drawer. Maybe they weren't so
worthless, after all.
"Good. We'll talk later. But I want you to feel what'll happen later
if you don't cooperate. "
Uncle Jim grabbed her by her slim shoulders, pulling her down
purposely and twisting her body lightly from side to side to increase
the pressure against her wrists. Cori threw back her head and
screamed. She could feel her fingers going numb. As her nerves bruised
and parted, she screamed again, staring at her hideous uncle who still
laughed and grinned hellishly at her.
"No, don't, Uncle Jim! No, no, please!"
As hard as Cori tried to fight her uncle, she brought only more pain
to herself. When she tried pushing herself back up, her spine pressed
against the tree trunk, Cori felt the bark scraping her flesh once
more. Wincing, the young teenager screamed out again at the big man in
front of her, calling him vile names. He seemed to revel in the filth,
bringing the doubled whip down across her nipples until they stung.
Twice, she felt the edge of the whip slice across her left nipple,
distending the brown nub and nearly ripping it from her tit. Kicking
her legs out, she wanted to wrap them around him, mash his cock and
balls until he would suffer as much as she was suffering. He kept back
from her now, lashing and beating at her, finally bringing the whip
down hard across her belly. "Aghhhhhh! "
Cori backed up, her ass slamming so hard against the tree trunk that
her spine nearly shattered from the force of that blow. A long red
welt erupted from her flesh, throbbing against her lightly tanned
skin. Uncle Jim growled, lost in the rugged rage of his excitement.
Swearing at her, the big man threw himself against her thighs,
pinching and grabbing at her flesh while pushing his mouth up against
her right nipple. Cori shrieked, feeling his front teeth sinking into
the half-inch long nipple, tearing at it while his fingers slithered
through her blonde cuntal hair. With a powerful downward yank, he
ripped a fistful of her pussy curls from her cunt.
Cori let out another heart-rending scream as her legs kicked apart.
The pain between her thighs and his vicious biting were combining to
do something awful in her, something that made her cunt grow hotter
and hotter with each passing second.
Uncle Jim still whipped at her tits and belly. But his grabbing,
twisting hand moved more slowly on her cunt. He was feeling her up,
scraping his fingertips around the sensitive spot between her outer
and inner cuntlips. The man's fingers excited her horribly, making her
shudder while the bark was biting deliciously into her bare ass. Cori
turned her head, afraid her uncle would see the growing lust in her
face. But Uncle Jim didn't have to study her eyes to read her
feelings. He smiled with satisfaction, pushing another finger into her
pussy while rubbing her clit with one thumb.
"So, now you don't find what I'm doing so bad, right?" he laughed.
"No, you ... you're awful! You should be shot for what you're doing to
me!" Cori cried.
"Maybe someday that'll happen," he said with a shrug. "But not before
I've got you crawlin' through the slime like the pig slut you are."
She trembled at his words, shuddering as he pushed his face between
her big tits and started biting until large blue marks appeared. It
was awful. Nothing, not even those sex education classes and all the
whispered gossip sessions with her girlfriends in the john had readied
Cori for this ordeal. The pain had turned into something different,
something deliciously wicked that took over her mind. She could feel
her cunt drooling from her excitement, the fluid running like a river
of molten lava in her cunt.
She found the bulge of his prick with her thigh. But when she tried to
knee him in the balls, Cori only slithered her leg up the side of his
rigid cock. She hated herself for failing. Hanging from the twisted
rope, she felt her shoulders twisting to press her tits against the
scrubby sides of her uncle's face.
"Yeah, that's it, baby! We're gonna have the time of our lives out
here."
Uncle Jim pulled back, his blue eyes half closed. A line of spit
trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth, he stared at her and
unbuckled his belt, pushing his Levi's down to his ankles and stepping
out of them. Reaching up, he untied the ropes holding Cori to the
branch, backing up as she crashed to the ground and crumpled into a
heap at his feet.
"Uhf"
Kicking her in the ribs, Uncle Jim rolled her onto her ass, then
spread his legs on either side of her chest, squatting down until his
fat hairy ass pressed against her tits. Cori found herself staring at
his long thick cock, the cockhead about to brush her lips.
Instinctively flinching away, Cori felt his fingers wrap around her
hair and jerk her face up into his crotch. It was so sour smelling, so
awful she gagged and nearly threw up on his balls.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my dick! Take it all the way down your
mother-fuckin' throat!"
Before Cori could think of what was happening, she felt her mouth
opening, felt his thick, hot prick shoving down over her throat until
his cockhairs tickled her nostrils. In and out, in and out he fucked
her mouth, tearing at her hair, nearly suffocating her with his
prickmeat until he let out a howl. She could taste the bleachy wash of
his jizz spattering over her tongue, choking her while his big thighs
shuddered against the sides of her skull. Cori sobbed, humiliated and
frustrated.
"Yeah, yeah . . . " Uncle Jim sighed, letting Cori go and rubbing his
prick across her cumsmeared lips.
"Get up. We're gonna call your momma up later and make her think that
the best gift she can give her brother-in-law would be those mining
certificates."
Cori huddled into a tight fetal ball, shuddering, feeling her cunt
clenching as she thought of the whip and all the pain it would bring
if her mission should fail.
CHAPTER TWO
It was terribly wicked of her to do these kinds of things, Rhonda
Foster knew. But she couldn't stop herself once things had been set in
motion. Lying there in her own bed, feeling the rough hemp rubbing
painfully against her wrists, the attractive woman couldn't help but
work her ass from side to side. Rhonda felt her cuntlips slipping
against one another as the heat increased between her legs. The man
kneeling to her right was looping the rope around in a figure eight,
cinching it tightly around her flesh until she winced in pain. "Oh, I
think it's too tight," Rhonda said.
He looked down at her silently, his face dark with concentration.
"I'm ... sorry," she murmured.
She knew she shouldn't have spoken. Those were the rules of their
club. Complete submission when playing their little games. Rhonda had
only belonged to BISMAR for two months, hiding the meetings from her
daughter. This was the first time she had actually let one of the
members come to her home and do something to her. All the talk during
their meetings about dominance and submission had made her more and
more curious about doing something about those feelings stirring deep
inside her. That was why when she had taken Cori to the farm, she'd
returned to Los Angeles trembling and anxious. Jack Beddingfield was
there at her doorstep waiting for her, his handsome face threatening
and yet at the same time appealing ...
"Uh!"
He rolled her onto her right side, tightening the knot a little more,
then drawing her hands down until they were pressed against the small
of her back. She heard him digging around in the black leather bag he
had brought up with him from the first floor. Staring at the wall, she
felt the mattress sinking behind her as he put something over her face
for a moment. She felt him shoving it between her lips now, a rubber
ball pushing into her mouth. When Rhonda tried to protest, she felt a
knee in her back, the pressure making her open her mouth.
"Oh!"
The ball slipped in, fixed to her skull with two leather straps.
Rhonda panicked. Perhaps the game had already gone too far. All the
fine talk about S&M and the beauty of pain and discipline was starting
to fade from her mind. There was the harsh reality of being bound, of
having her arms pulled tightly behind her while this horrid thing was
crammed into her mouth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue,
gasping and jerking while tugging at the rope around her wrist.
Nothing.
Kicking her legs around, Rhonda managed to roll back on her ass,
shaking loose hair from her face. She was looking up at Jack, moaning
and gasping behind her gag.
Downstairs the phone was ringing, but Jack ignored it.
He slipped one hand down to her wrists, pulling her from the bed. She
cried out, digging her teeth into the rubber ball as a terrible
shooting ache exploded in her shoulders.
Tumbling head over foot, the young woman crashed onto the floor, her
ankles striking the bureau.
Things had definitely gone too far. Trying to struggle to her feet,
Rhonda felt completely disoriented. The ringing phone seemed to be
coming from inside her skull. She drew her feet under her ass,
pressing her spine against the wall in an attempt to raise herself.
Jack was on her in a second, shoving her body back to the floor, then
grabbing her foot and wedging it between his thigh and belly. He had
something in his other hand, a long metal bar with cuffs on either
end. Leg irons! She screamed through the gag, pushing back with her
legs. This was crazy! Insane! She never should have joined that silly
club to begin with!
Rhonda felt her bare ass frictioning against the blue carpeting while
she tried wriggling away from her tormentor. Impossible! Jack held her
more firmly than ever, swinging the bar around until the top of the
cuff clamped hard over her ankle. In another moment, Rhonda felt the
iron restraint snap shut, trapping one leg firmly in
its grasp. "Mmmfmfmmfmffffff!"
Her eyes rounded while dots of perspiration broke out on her wrinkled
forehead. She felt her belly churn as Jack grabbed her other leg and
held it firmly, clamping the iron cuff around that ankle. It was done.
Rhonda winced, feeling the tight rusty iron bands biting into her
flesh while the metal rod kept her legs fourteen inches apart.
Muttering with satisfaction, Jack pulled Rhonda to her feet, keeping
her bent over at the waist. She was in no condition to fight him, she
thought to herself, her blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. He
was going to do more to her. He was going to rape her right here in
the bedroom. Fine. He would soon grow tired of her and untie her. This
would be the last she would have anything to do with this crazy club!
"Ughhhfffff!"
He was slipping something around her throat, something smooth and
tight. A collar! She felt him buckling it behind her neck, then
threading a length of rope through a small hook in the front to the
center of the metal bar at her ankles. Pulling it taut, Jack made
certain Rhonda would remain bent over, her ass high in the air as he
cinched the line tightly around the iron rod.
"Yeah, that's it," he whispered, smoothing one hand over her spine.
She cringed, feeling his hands slip over her exposed asscheeks. No man
since her husband had touched her back there. She flushed beet red,
her heart exploding with horror and excitement as Jack's fingers slid
over her pussy, then tickled her asshole.
"Yaghhghhghhfffff!"
He slapped her hard, his open-palmed hand nearly knocking her
head-first down onto the floor. She staggered about, the iron bar
keeping her from moving too well. The cuffs were slicing into her
ankles now as she tried to balance and steady herself.
"Nice ass, real nice ... "
Another slap, this one across her ass. Rhonda felt hot tears welling
up in her eyes while her nostrils flared with her indignation.
Blinking her eyes, the woman felt the stinging hot warmth spreading
outward from her ass to her belly and cunt. Jack was fingering her
again, dipping his forefinger into her pussy.
Moving around, the big man started working both hands over her
asscheeks, pinching them, kneading them while rubbing his hot
cock-bulge over her ass. She squealed into the rubber gag, biting
into the disgusting ball until she thought she would vomit with
horror. He slapped her again, beating her ass with his fingers, then
slipping them back into her pussy until she felt her cunt muscles
clamping with arousal.
"C'mon. Let's go for a walk," Jack said.
It was humiliating, not to mention nearly impossible to move in this
position. Carefully, Rhonda waddled forward, one step at a time, her
toes brushing over the carpeting as she waddled past the bureau toward
the opened door. Her tits pressed against her upper thighs while her
wrists and upper arms ached terribly! It was all she could do to keep
from sobbing out loud as she moved through the doorway and out into
the cooler hall. Her long hair swept over the tops of her feet as she
continued to push one foot in front of the other, the iron bands
rubbing her ankles raw by this time.
"That's it, right to the stairs."
She stopped. No, she wasn't going to set herself up for that one. All
sorts of strange images flashed through her mind now, none of them
particularly pleasant, as Jack kicked her hard in the ass. She
grunted, pitching forward, banging her head against the wall. Still,
Rhonda refused to budge.
"Stubborn as a mule, eh? Thought you'd be that type at the meeting,"
Jack said with some pleasure, moving around and grabbing her by the
hair.
Rhonda shouted around the gag as she felt him grab a fistful of her
hair and pull forward. She screamed again, pitching forward, waddling
with her leg bands as he tore strands from her scalp. Salty tears
sprang from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks as she moved
forward reluctantly. He pulled her like a horse around the corner,
stopping as she poised herself at the top of the stairs.
"Now, we go down."
She stared wide-eyed at the steps, pushing back with all her might.
She felt him pushing her down, his hands shoving hard against her ass.
Tensing, her muscles like iron, Rhonda moved one leg down, her body
pitching dangerously to the right. She felt her shoulder strike the
banister hard, her body leaning heavily against the wall as she
dragged her other foot down. One step! She had made only one step
down, and she was already exhausted.
Rhonda was about to try for the second step when she felt Jack's hands
on her hips once again.
"Too slow, man. We'll be here all fuckin' night. Here, I'll help."
He pushed her forward, grabbing her at times as she pitched downward,
losing her balance and half-rolling, half-falling down the stairs. He
made certain her neck and head didn't strike any of the steps, keeping
her upright, her body spinning and toppling as she thudded down the
stairs.
Rhonda collapsed onto the marble floor, her body black and blue from
the fall. He was crazy. They were all crazy. He was going to kill her
here, and her daughter would find her when she returned from the
country! Afraid to move one inch, Rhonda tried to regain her breath,
feeling every inch of her body aching.
He left her there for a while, rushing back upstairs for his bag of
devilish toys. When he returned, Rhonda had managed to crawl toward
the door with snake-like movements, her head resting on the step. She
was beating the molding with her forehead and screaming as loudly as
she could, her knees bent up to her tits as she stared wild-eyed at
him.
Jack dropped the bag, rushing over to her and pulling her back by the
ankles. Dragging the woman into her kitchen, he held her with one
hand, opening the oven and turning it on.
Immediately she felt a blast of dry heat rush over her naked body.
"You want that, baby? You want me stuffin' you in there until you're
good and baked?"
Rhonda fought back, struggling against his hard grip as she felt the
burning increase more and more around her face and tits. He had her
halfway inside the oven now. She could see the blue flames below her
while the smell of gas nearly made her faint. The door was starting to
burn her tits as she squirmed her ass against his crotch. Yes, he was
hard, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's while he
tried shoving her into the oven.
"Maybe now you'll be a little more cooperative, huh?"
Jack pulled her back, hooking one finger under the collar and leading
her back into the living room. Rhonda wanted to lie down. He kept her
standing and bent over, leading her to the couch, then backing away
for a moment. She heard a snapping sound and was about to turn around
when a terrible flash of pain exploded over her ass. There was the
sound of leather smacking flesh. He was whipping her, reddening her
asscheeks with some terrible weapon.
Rhonda bit into the rubber ball, letting out a muffled shriek as she
pitched forward. The leg bands again made it nearly impossible for her
to keep her balance. She felt herself sagging the floor and only
another blow, this time to her inner thigh kept the woman from
completely collapsing.
"Uhhhhh! "
When Rhonda turned around and peered over one shoulder, she saw he was
holding a short riding crop in his right hand, the leather strips
dangling threateningly from the rounded tip. trying to fill Rhonda
jerked her head cocked his arm back her lungs with air as Jack and
brought the weapon down hard a second time.
"Yaghhhh!"
The crop came down again and again, hitting the inner rounded curves
of her asscheeks, then finally working its way into her split. She
could feel the thongs yanking her shitter out of shape, the tips
biting into her asshole, setting off wild fires of delight and pain.
And then Jack concentrated on her pussy, purposely aiming the leather
on either side of her puffy pussy labes. She winced, screaming and
pitching forward. Her body fell hard onto the sofa, twisting around
and making it difficult for him to beat her ass. Swearing, he grabbed
her hair and twisted, tearing more strands from her scalp and pushing
her forward until she was squatting once more, bent over, her
reddened, whip-striped ass high in the air.
"Uh! Ahhh! Mmmmffff!"
Rhonda was gagging on her own spit, chewing down on the ball again and
again while her thighs trembled from pain and horror. Jack noticed
this and brought the crop down hard against her rippling thigh
muscles. All her nerve endings were aroused and tingling as he brought
the crop down next against her spine, cracking the leather again and
again while fingering her cunt. She grunted, his knuckles pressing
against her clit while his fingers raped her fuck-hole.
Jack stopped for a second, wiping his forehead with the back of one
hand, then gripping the base of the crop more tightly. He brought the
leather thongs down across her ass, making the flesh blaze red until
Rhonda thought she would faint from the pain. The hissing, whistling,
clacking sound of the five black leather thongs combined with her
muffled screams. The tempo of the beating seemed to increase in both
speed and intensity.
Rhonda could only howl like a mad woman, her ass jerking up and down,
her flesh growing red and purple with welts while cunt juice bubbled
from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She wriggled her ass,
her buns so very hot from the thrashing.
Just when she thought she would faint from the agony, Jack stopped,
moving up to her and cinching the crop around her throat. He pulled
back, the leather thongs tightening around the collar and pressing
into her windpipe.
"Nnnnfnnffff!"
Rhonda's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring while her lungs nearly
burst from lack of oxygen. Struggling, feeling her legs move back and
forth in those horrid leg irons, Rhonda sucked in spit instead of
oxygen. She was dying, the world seeming to spin.
Jack released her, letting her crumple to the floor, coughing and
gagging around the rubber ball. There was movement behind her. Jack
was picking her up again, pushing her up against the sofa while still
keeping her ass high in the air. All her senses were confused. She
felt him pawing her ass again, spreading the asscheeks while he stuck
fingers simultaneously in her asshole and cunt. He sawed them back and
forth, fucking her, making her grunt like a stuck pig before yanking
them out. She jerked and shivered against the sofa, hoping she would
die.
It was then she heard the rasping sound of his zipper going down, then
his jeans went down around his ankles.
"Man, good hot ass!"
He had his fingers wrapped around her jutting hipbones, her ass
pressed against his hairy groin as he rubbed his prick back and forth
over her sweaty asscrack. He was pinching her black and blue, kneading
her flesh, then gathering it up into tiny balls and squeezing them
between his fingers. When she squealed with pain, he pulled back,
pressing his bloated prickhead up against her cunt.
It was a fire Rhonda had never expected to feel! All the pain, all the
horror, all the degradation seemed to combine now in a wonderful hot
sensation, driving her up the wall as Jack moved in and fucked his
eight thick inches of cockmeat into her cunt. She was panting hard,
feeling her pussy walls expanding itchily for the fat cockrod. It had
been so very, very long since a man had fucked her. And she certainly
had never had a man fuck her this way. The ropes slicing into her
wrists, the irons chafing her ankles, the collar, the beating
everything was adding to her arousal.
"Ugh!" she grunted.
Jack was fucking her harder now, his crotch beating her nearly as
savagely as his crop had. Shoving his prick in, pressing his thumbs
against the inner curves of her asscheeks, he rode her down, down onto
the floor.
"Damn slut! Man, you're good and hot! Christ! I thought I'd fucked 'em
all in my life. But shit! You take the cake, baby!"
Rhonda felt her cunt catch fire, her clit shrinking back while her
pussy walls tightened like a vise over his fucking prick. Jack slapped
her several times, finally hunching over her and biting the nape of
her neck. She could feel his prick expanding, ballooning and jerking
around in her pussy. He was going to do it, going to cum in her while
hurting her this way.
When she felt him shudder mightily, Rhonda bit hard into the rubber
ball, twisting and bobbing her ass while sweat oozed from her
forehead. She was cumming, feeling the heat explode between her
shivering thighs. Again and again, her cum-smeared cuntal walls
clasped at the jizz-spitting prick, holding it while Jack's balls
pumped more and more white-hot jizz into her fuck-hole.
When it was over, Rhonda felt herself prone on the floor, curled
halfway under the glasstopped coffee table. Jack had already pulled
the ball-gag from her mouth and was releasing her ankles from the
cuffs. He was humming some country tune, not even paying her much
attention while retrieving his toys.
"I'll never do this again ... never," Rhonda said bitterly, refusing
to look at him.
"That's what they all say ... at first," Jack said with a laugh,
swatting her playfully on the ass.
CHAPTER THREE
"No, Daddy! What are you doing? You promised you wouldn't do that
anymore, not after Mommy died! No, no, don't!"
It was awful. Cori clapped her hands over her ears as she stood there
naked and watched her cousin Cindy struggle with Uncle Jim. He finally
pushed Cindy away, slapping her twice, then backhanding her until she
collapsed onto the wooden floor.
"You're all alike, damn it!" he snarled, kicking the door closed. "You
can squat there and cry with your damned cousin till I'm ready for
you. And you're gonna try callin' Rhonda again."
Cori hugged her body with both thin arms, afraid to make one sound as
she listened to her cousin sobbing quietly in the far corner. Cori
felt as if she'd just uncovered some dreadful family secret.
Guilt-ridden, she waited until Cindy's sobs had abated, then slid over
the splintery cold floor to the near-hysterical teenager.
"I ... I'm so sorry, Cindy. I don't know what came over your father. I
was watching TV and..."
Cindy put one hand up in the air acid shook her head.
"He got like this just before my mother died. I don't know why, but
he's really crazy. He's even gotten some of the guys around here
interested in ... in doing horrid things to women."
"He didn't ... " Cori couldn't finish. A terrible thought rose in her
mind, one that made her skin crawl.
"Uh? No! He didn't kill Momma. I don't even think she knew what was
going on around here at the end. I'm glad she died when she did,"
Cindy said bitterly, turning her head from Cori and sobbing.
"Oh, God! He's done ... things to you, too?"
Cindy nodded, her sobs quieting.
"I don't know what to do. He just gets crazy.
And then the others join him."
Cori thought about what her uncle had said. "Did he ever mention
something about mining certificates?"
Cindy shook her head, pushing the brown hair from her eyes.
"No. Wait! Something ... yes, something about a mine up north or out
west. I don't know. Oh, it's awful!"
The two girls hugged on another, cringing when they heard the sound of
a footstep near the shed Uncle Jim had pushed them in. Cori heard her
uncle's boots scraping toward the door. She drew back, instinctively
feeling her jaw that still hurt from the awful mouth-fucking she had
endured. Swallowing hard, the blonde teenager thought she could still
taste the jizz that had spattered over her tongue while Uncle Jim had
held her by the ears and fed her more and more of his prickmeat.
The door swung open. There he stood, a little more sober than before.
Of course, three hours had passed, three long hours in which his
daughter had come home and discovered what he had done.
"Out ... both of you."
Cori staggered to her feet, shielding her eyes from her uncle's bright
flashlight. It was dark outside now, and the lights were on in the
nearby house. Cori swept the long hair from her eyes, only to feel her
uncle's hand press roughly against her upper back. Shoving her
forward, Uncle Jim thrust one foot in front of her, tripping the
terrified young girl. Cori pitched forward, falling flat on the ground
with a dull thud. Scrambling to her feet, she tried to run for the
house. Cindy was crying out something behind her when she felt her
uncle's fist come down heavily against her back. The blow drove her
down into the ground once more, her legs flying out to either side
while sounds of slaps echoed through the night air from behind her.
"No, Daddy! No, don't ... uhhhhh! Oh, you're hurting me!"
Cori felt herself wallowing in mud like a pig, her arms and belly
covered with the brown slime. Coughing, Cori started to push
herself from the ground when she felt something very hard pressing
against the back of her neck. Her elbows buckled from the pressure as
she fell back to the dirt, her arms out to either side. Uncle Jim had
the sole of his black leather engineering boot down against her neck,
rubbing it back and forth, forcing the teenager down into the mud.
Cindy was begging her father to stop, beating him on the shoulders,
then trying to pull him away while he rubbed the boot back and forth
over Cori's neck. Cori thought surely he would kill her. Mud oozed
into her mouth as she struggled under the big man.
"Uh, no, don't!"
Uncle Jim pressed his heel against the nape of her neck. Cori could
feel the hard leather scraping her flesh, then moving down until it
was between her shoulders. He kicked her hard there, then brought the
pointed tip of his boot to her ass. Cori squawked, feeling the filthy
leather pressing in against her asshole. She lurched forward, her
knees and elbows digging into the mud as her belly slid over the
slime.
Cindy was screaming again, then the sound of a loud slap rang out. The
brunette shrieked, then fell to the ground.
Cori started to turn around to see what had happened, and she received
a hard kick in the belly.
"Oooooffff!"
The girl doubled over, her knees jerking up to her tits while her arms
flew out in front of her. Again, Uncle Jim kicked her, this time his
boot landing across her naked ass. Cori screamed, free for the moment,
crawling toward the house. Her mind reeled dizzyingly. Where was she
going to go? How could she escape? The only thing that mattered for
the time being was getting away from her awful uncle.
Uncle Jim had reached down and caught Cori by her hair, yanking her
head up from the mud and holding it high above the ground while
pushing his face against hers. How she loathed him! She wanted to spit
in his mouth but was terrified of what his reaction would be. Jim
studied her for a moment then let go, moving around to his moaning
daughter, who was sitting up, rubbing her injured jaw.
Cori stared blankly as he bent over and grabbed hold of Cindy's dress
with one hand. Deftly, he ripped the garment from his daughter,
leaving her squatting in the dirt wearing only her pink panties and
matching bra. The girl shrieked in horror, throwing her slender arms
around her jiggling tits while scooting back from her father.
Jim looked back at Cori as if to warn her not to move, then stood
spread-legged over Cindy, slapping her several times, then tearing her
bra and panties off. Cori looked the other way, feeling as if this
whole scene were unreal. Her own family, acting this way!
"All right, both of you-this way."
Uncle Jim motioned to the back yard that sloped gently down from the
house to a small cluster of utility buildings barely visible now in
the dark. He made the girls crawl on their hands and knees. Cindy had
stopped crying, her jaw set firmly as she stared ahead. Her small tits
jiggled against her heaving chest as she moved like an animal next to
Cori. Uncle Jim followed the young girls, slapping their asses at
times, drawing grunts from Cori but nothing from his daughter.
She's been through this before, Cori thought grimly to herself.
When they reached a point midway between the house and the buildings,
Uncle Jim barked for them to stop. Cindy still didn't look at her
cousin while remaining in that doggie position.
He's going to fuck us, she thought, that mad idea racing through her
mind.
"Get up."
Slowly, Cori rose, feeling the mud sliding down her arms, her thighs,
her face. She trembled with anger and humiliation, unable to look
either Cindy or her uncle in the face. She could feel some of the
brown slime easing past her cuntlips, drooling through her pussy
hairs.
What was he doing? Cori wanted to ask Cindy who stood quietly by her
side, her arms slightly extended in front of her as if begging her
father silently to stop this. He was fumbling around with something
near the house, then coming back toward them. Stopping, he dropped
something on the ground, the walked up to the two girls.
"Down on your knees and lick my boots, now! "
There was no mistaking the authoritarian note in his voice. Cindy
didn't hesitate at all, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand and
dropping to the dirt. Cori thought it was wise for her to do the same,
shaking the loose hair from her face and kneeling in front of her
uncle.
"Now lick those fuckin' boots clean ... both of you."
Lick them? The thought revolted Cori as she stared at the filthy
leather in front of her. But she knew hesitation might prove fatal.
Cindy looked at her sideways, then bent over, her tongue sticking out.
Yes, she'd done this before. This was what she'd implied in that shack
about her father going mad. Bending over, feeling her tits swing
lightly out, Cori began licking her tongue gingerly over the tops of
his boots. Maybe if she just cleaned the black leather around his shoe
laces he would be pleased. Maybe he would just watch his daughter,
unaware that Cori was trying to cheat.
But no. Uncle Jim was very observant. He let the girl tease her tongue
around the laces for a minute. Then Cori felt his big paws grabbing
her head, pushing it down hard against the side of his boot. Cori
screamed, her lips flattening against the filthy shoe gutter. She
could taste dirt and something vile easing into her mouth. It was
making her sick, her belly rumbling while the sour bile began rising.
She braced her hands on either side of his spread legs, fighting the
hands pressing down on the back of her skull. Uncle Jim was laughing
at her, rubbing her lips back and forth over his boots, then pushing
her face down farther until her tongue was scraping the sides of his
heels.
"That's it, baby, wash it down, lick my boots real clean. I wanna see
that tongue workin' or I'm gonna crush that sweet little head of
yours!"
Cori moaned as she did as she was told. There was little left for her,
hearing Cindy's mouth busily working over her father's boots. She drew
her tongue across the heel, twisting her head away for a moment and
spitting out the mixture of filth and spit. She thought she was going
to vomit when her uncle pushed her mouth up against the back of his
heel. Cori could smell something like shit wafting up her nostrils.
"That's good, real good. You cleaned me up real nice."
He let her go, throwing the teenager back into the dirt while Cindy
knelt there, her hand over her mouth, her belly convulsing while she
made gagging sounds.
"Stupid little slut!" he grunted, backhanding his daughter and sending
her body rolling end over end down the long, low hill.
Cori was about to rush to her cousin's aid when she felt Uncle Jim's
hand grab her shoulder and push her back. Sitting there in the filth,
Cori twisted her head again and spat onto the ground. It was wretched
he should do something like this to her and his own daughter. Drawing
one hand across her mouth again, Cori watched him saunter back up to
the house and grab something. Narrowing her eyes she could see it was
a hose. For a moment she thought he was going to grab a garden hose
leaning against the house and hit her with it. Her soft blue eyes
hardened and she set her mouth in a tight line. She was going to be
tortured again.
"No!"
The sound of her own voice startled even Cori as she crouched there,
waiting for the next horror. Uncle Jim wasted no time, reaching back
and twisting the nozzle.
"Oh!"
A blast of water smashed into Cori's ribcage. Opening her mouth in
surprise, she fell backward into the mud, her ass sliding back and
forth while her heels dug into the filth.
"No, don't ... ohhhh!"
Cori glared at him. She summoned enough energy to spit in his
direction. But the effort made the next blast of water catch her
unaware. While trying to get up, Cori fell forward, feeling the blast
of water catch her ankles, that force upending her. Cori fell heavily
onto the mud with a sloppy sound, her tits jiggling while Uncle Jim
played the steady stream back and forth on her slick body.
The girl tried to struggle to her feet again. But Uncle Jim liked her
on the ground. He directed the stream at her crotch purposely. The
water hit like a tiny little hammer on the girl's sensitive pussy
flesh, opening her cuntlips and setting a lusty flash of fire on her
clit. Cori was horrified, doubling up while her mouth opened wide.
That erotic blast of pleasure nearly paralyzed her. She fell back onto
the dirt, her hands braced slightly behind her ass while her thighs
rippled and ridged from the delight coursing through her veins.
"No!"
Cori tried to deny the delight she felt, shaking her head while
crawfishing back. When she couldn't get away from the water, the
teenager rolled onto her belly, trying to hide her pussy from the
strong stream. Her long blonde hair tangled around her neck, catching
under her shoulders.
Then Uncle Jim shot the water straight up between her long thighs,
laughing when he caught his niece hunching back at it.
"You dumb slut! You're all dumb sluts, but you take the cake."
Cori gasped, her eyes wide with horror as her skin reddened under the
watery attack. She turned around, her hands in front of her face as
the water splashed mud into her eyes and mouth. In another moment, the
girl was on her back, kicked over by Jim. It was becoming a muddy lake
quickly around the young girl wallowing in the filth.
Sobbing, Cori felt the water blasting against her tits. Her nipples
were driven downward into the tingly flesh of her tits. She could feel
each big tit aching with arousal, matching the throbbing going through
her pussy at the same time.
Cori's face twisted up into a mask of concentration as she tried
pushing those horrid feelings to one side. Why was she experiencing
those awful sensations between her legs? The shame of feeling herself
crawling around like that and rutting right in front of her uncle made
her want to die right then and there! When she tried rolling onto her
belly once more, Uncle Jim slapped her hard, knocking her back into
the mud.
"Uhhhhh!"
Cori felt the slime oozing around her ass and shoulder blades, the mud
pushing into her shitter and cunt while Uncle Jim stepped around and
shot more water into her cunt hole. The incredibly heavy rush of the
stream on her clit and the sensitive flesh around it made the teenager
hunch her hips up and down in a fucking movement.
"Yeah, all the same," Jim muttered, stepping back and laughing even
harder when Cori covered her cunt with her hands.
He brought the stream up to her face, hitting her mouth and nostrils
with it and nearly drowning Cori. The young girl coughed, twisting
around, covering her face with both hands protectively and leaving her
cunt unprotected.
Twisting the hose to one side for the moment, Uncle Jim waded into the
muddy lake, his boots making soft sucking sounds in the filth.
Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her cunt hairs, tearing them
from the hot, swollen flesh and making Cori yelp and shriek.
He stepped back, bringing the hose back to her cunt and sending the
stream splashing into her hot pussy hole. Cori sobbed, putting her
fist to her mouth and gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the
hosing aroused her, she couldn't let her uncle see her starting to
cum. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow
opening and closing of her cuntal muscles milking against one another.
And when she twisted her hips, seeking out the stream, she knew it was
only a matter of seconds. She was breathing heavily, her tits rising
and falling while the hot tight feeling between her legs rose to an
incredible degree.
Uncle Jim was rubbing his crotch with one hand, moving the stream back
and forth, up to her tits, then back to her cunt. Cori lay there,
sobbing and coughing, her shoulderblades wallowing in the mud while
her knees fell apart. Uncle Jim was shouting out something, laughing
at her as she writhed there in the muddy lake, agonized by the cunty
onslaught against her tingling nerves. She knew her mind was fading
out even as she tried to regain some control over her body. The sound
of the splashing water drowned out his laughter and cursing. She
rolled over, her tits pillowing in the mud while the stream blasted
against her spasming asshole.
"Noooo!"
But her denial was useless. She was struggling against herself,
fighting an overwhelming wave of climax that crushed her into the dirt
more powerfully than anything her uncle could have dreamed of. Cori
strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out by her exploding climax.
The teenager clawed her way through the dirt as if trying to get away
from the terrifying power of her own orgasm.
Where was Cindy? Cindy was over the hill somewhere, possibly dead,
while Cori was cumming with her own uncle.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The water splashed at Cori's shoulders, pinning her to the ground. She
collapsed, giving herself up to the wild climax exploding in her cunt
as the world darkened around her and she fell into a sudden silence.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rhonda hung up the phone, her forehead creased with worry and
confusion. Cori had seemed so happy to be spending some time with her
favorite cousin Cindy. And now ... well, there was definitely
something strained about her voice, something that Rhonda picked up
on. What was the matter? She told her daughter she would come up on
her request the following evening, but she couldn't come up tonight
the night when once more she was going to give in to those feelings
she thought she'd conquered only yesterday.
Jack had called her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to, as he said,
"whip her ass raw."
And though Rhonda knew she should have slammed the phone down after a
few well chosen words, she couldn't. Even as her memories of that
night when he had roped and raped her like a common street slut burned
in her mind, Rhonda could only think of getting more. Her mind was so
taken with that possibility that she chose to ignore the obvious
nervousness of her daughter's voice, putting off the trip so that she
might visit Jack and check out what he called his playroom.
The word sounded too innocent to be true, Rhonda thought as she
slipped behind the wheel and backed her Mercedes from the drive. Her
mind whirled at the possibilities as she threaded her way through the
evening rush-hour traffic. Rhonda nearly ran two lights as she tried
to concentrate on her driving, her mind racing ahead to Jack's house
and what he might have in store for her.
Pulling in front of the deteriorating two-story house, Rhonda leaned
forward and checked the address he had given her. Yes. This was it.
Looking nervously about, she slid from the car, walking hesitantly up
the curving walk to the front door. Her heart raced madly as she heard
dogs barking next door. From across the street, she could hear Mexican
salsa music coming from a darkened house. Rapping lightly on the door,
Rhonda half hoped Jack wouldn't be there.
"Good, right on time! I like a woman who's not draggin' her ass ...
unless I make her do it. Come on in, Rhonda."
Jack backed away from the torn screen in the door. Rhonda gripped the
handle, wondering how on earth she had ever become involved with
people like this. What was so odd, so strange was that she could have
walked away from them so easily. But she chose not to walk away.
Stepping into the darkened room, she immediately wrinkled up her nose.
There was the smell of stale tobacco and strong liquor hanging in the
air like a foul perfume. She stopped, her heart skipping beats. They
weren't alone!
"Who ... who are they?" she asked.
"Friends, buddies. You don't think I'm the only one in the club, do
you?"
"No, of course not," Rhonda said in a low tone as her gaze quickly
moved from one man to another. They all stared at her, the three of
them nodding a greeting.
"I told 'em about you, that you were the hottest chick to come around
for a long time. We've been puttin' out these ads," Jack said,
scratching up a paper from the table and waving it in front of her
face. "And you've been the prize catch so far."
"No, I don't think ... I don't think I want to do this."
Jack had been enough for her before. How could she possibly handle
three of these men, plus him? And yet her body was betraying her.
The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to poke through her
bra. Her moistening cuntlips curled and shivered while her clit popped
up full and hard. She curled her fingers into two fists, trying to
appear cool and even a little offended at Jack's crude remarks.
"I thought it would be just the two of us, Jack. I wasn't expecting a
circus," she said, eyeing the other men nervously while feeling her
heart beating hard.
Jack wasn't put off by her change in attitude. His lips curled in
sardonic amusement while his white teeth gleamed like polished ivory.
Rhonda was feeling less and less sure of herself, and she wondered
about simply bolting from the house while she still could.
"You don't get to choose around her, once you cross that door, that
is."
Rhonda's eyes flashed over Jack's body. He was even bigger than she
remembered him. What did he do for a living? He could have been a body
builder if it weren't for his rough-looking face.
"Now, you're gonna give us a whole lot of fun. Right, Rhonda?"
He slammed the door behind her, making her jump as if he'd fired a
pistol. Rhonda whirled around, staring at him, pressing her fists
tightly against her thighs. Her pussy spasmed as she thought about the
other night and how good it had felt when he finally fucked her. Why
were these other men here? Were they going to spoil everything?
"No! No, I won't! I'm not going to entertain your friends. Let me go,"
she said with determination, heading for the door.
Jack's face darkened, something that made the woman freeze in her
tracks. Her right hand fluttered to her neck as she backed away,
terrified he would strike her. With a quick downward movement, he
brought one hand down, his fingers wrapping around her upper arm and
keeping her prisoner. Rhonda winced, dropping her purse as she bent
over and squirmed with pain.
"Don't ever, ever think you can sass me and get away with it, missy.
You're nothin' here. Understand me, bitch?"
It was starting! Rhonda felt her knees knocking against one another.
He shoved her forward through the kitchen doorway roughly, slamming
her against the stove.
"You're ... you're hurting me!" she cried, her face blanching while
her eyes narrowed in pain.
Twisting her around, Jack pushed her belly against the stove then
shoved her head down against one of the gratings on top of the stove.
Rhonda cried out, her nose flattening against the chipped enamel top
of the stove, her legs kicking out against Jack's.
Two of the men staggered into the kitchen and roared their approval,
half drunk on wine. Jack muttered something, then reached around and
turned a little black dial. In an instant a small blue flame shot up
from the center of the grating, singeing her eyebrows and hair.
"Ahhhh, no!"
Rhonda panicked, her eyes rounding while she bucked and thrashed.
Fire! Flames in her face! He would disfigure her for life! Her dress
tore against the oven door while her feet slipped from her black high
heels. Jack pushed her up a little more, shoving her face closer to
the steady blue flame. Rhonda could hear crackling, could smell the
sharp aroma of burning hair.
"Now, you get me, bitch? You try anything I don't allow, and I'm gonna
burn your fuckin' face off, get it?"
Rhonda slumped weakly against the top of the stove, a sign she had
surrendered. Jack grinned, pulling her up slowly from the burner and
shutting off the flame. His fingers slid up the back of her straight
black dress, toying with the zipper tab before pulling it down with a
ripping sound. Rhonda stiffened, fighting back as she felt her garment
slackening around her shoulders.
"Goddamned feisty slut!" he growled, slapping her hard across the
face.
Rhonda screamed, her head jerking to the left from the force of the
blow. She backed away from him, rubbing her flushed cheek, still
feeling the hot sting of the blow. Some of the men laughed at her, one
of them grabbing hold of her dress and tearing it down.
The woman screamed again, clutching wildly at the frayed ends of her
dress, holding it tightly against her body. She was terrified,
realizing her situation was completely out of control. Hands stretched
out, grabbing at her, pinching her, tearing her dress even more until
she had nothing but a tattered rag gathered in her fingers.
"Man, she's got one fuckin' good body," a tall blond man said,
slapping Rhonda hard across her ass. There was more laughter as the
man watched her ass and tits jiggle, her gaze roving around wildly,
searching for some escape path. The tall blond guy took a beer from
his buddy and spilled it on himself, wiping his face with the back of
one hand and laughing all the harder at his own carelessness.
"Hey, man, you're really sloppy tonight. Must be all that fuckin'
booze you've been mixing. Hey, you, clean him up," Jack said, shoving
Rhonda toward the blond.
She stared at the big man with disgust, her eyes taking in his stringy
hair, his dirty Levi's. He looked as if he'd crawled all the way to
Los Angeles from Oklahoma. She backed away, drawing one hand over her
face, feeling terribly naked in front of all these men. Her dress fell
from her hand.
"No, I ... uh! "
Jack backhanded her, his knuckles crashing hard against her chin.
Rhonda's head whipped to one side, her hair splashing over her face
while her knees buckled. For a moment, she thought she would black
out. But something kept her conscious as she staggered around. Hands
reached up and cupped her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading the white
flesh through her pink panties until Rhonda screamed from the pinching
pain. She nearly pissed on herself from the growing terror, and
someone else slapped her hard on her ass.
Across the street the salsa music grew louder.
They must be used to this, she thought, guessing she would get no help
from the neighbors. Steadying herself, Rhonda straightened herself and
slapped back at the grabbing, offending hands.
While she was fending off a fat redheaded man trying to pull her bra
down from her tits, Jack moved up behind her, his hands pressing down
on her narrow shoulders. She felt her knees buckling again, this time
from the force of his hands. She bent her knees, sobbing softly as she
sank down to the filthy carpet. There were disgusting stains all
around her, stains she would rather not think about.
The blond stud came up to her, swaying drunkenly, still holding a can
of Mexican beer in his hand. He was starting to bend the aluminum with
his fingers, looking down at her and licking his lips. She was
terrified of what he would do to her. They were all drunk, out of
their minds. Jack was guiding them. But they could all swing out of
orbit and hurt her. The blond dropped one hand down to her neck and
tightened his fingers around it, drawing her hard against his bony
thigh.
"That's it, Gus. You gotta show the slut who's the boss. She likes
that, anyway. That's why the fuck she's here right now. And that's
why," Jack said, tearing open the top of another beer can and holding
it in one hand, "she's gonna keep comin' back."
"Lick it real good, or I'm gonna have you suck my cock right now," the
blond said.
The threat was enough. Swallowing her pride, Rhonda leaned forward,
sticking out her tongue and starting to lick at the stained denim
material. She could taste the pungent flavor of spilled beer right
away, her lips flattening against his jeans while the big man watched
stupidly, then tilted back his head and finished gulping his beer.
"Over here," he slurred, pulling her hair until she moved her mouth
around his cock-bulge.
The other men chortled, knowing what was on his mind. Rhonda burned
with shame, afraid to move her tongue again, then sliding it back and
forth when she felt him starting to yank on her hair. She knew she was
turning him on. She could feel the heat of his cock-bulge growing more
and more intense, warming her lips as she soaked down the faded blue
material with more of her spit.
"Oh yeah, man!" Gus said, closing his eyes and licking his lips. He
swayed dangerously from right to left. "Man, I can already feel them
lips curlin' around my of prick and suckin' it down till I choke her
with my cum."
Rhonda stopped, wanting to rise from the carpeting. Hadn't he had
enough? What more did he want? She had cleaned his filthy jeans more
than well enough.
And then, to emphasize his point, Gus reached down and grabbed her
hair, pulling and yanking on it until he had Rhonda shouting with
pain. She flattened her palms against his thighs, wildly trying to
pull away from him. But he showed surprising resistance for a man so
drunk, holding her, moving her head around until he was rubbing her
mouth against his fly again. He was nearly tearing her ears off with
his fingers, his body trembling as if he were on the brink of
climaxing.
Gus stopped hunching, pushing her back violently and bringing one foot
down against her throat. He reached back, pulling out a switchblade
knife and pressing a small silver button in the center of the pearl
handle. Rhonda froze! A four-inch blade snapped straight, the
blue-silver steel glistening in the light.
She let out a fart of terror, the men laughing at her as she squirmed
against the floor.
Gus bent down, grinning, his lips parting to show a crooked set of
yellowed teeth.
"Now, little missy's gonna be real free to show us what the fuck she's
got under them panties," he said, flashing the blade menacingly in
front of her and bringing it down slowly to her throat. "Jack's not
gonna be the only one around here who had a taste of her pussy."
He pressed the flat of the blade against her nose, twisting it around
and bringing down the tip past her nostrils, down over her throat,
the pointed tip leaving a long trail of white on her flesh. He was
barely cutting her, listening to her breathing catch, watching as her
flesh quivered with the cold, sharp touch.
Rhonda finally felt the terrible thing come to a stop at her
breastbone. Gus was breathing heavily, his prick poking against the
front of his Levi's as he slipped the knife between her bra cups and
cut the narrow band.
"Man, nice tits, nice . . .
Rhonda let out a whimpering scream, feeling her bra fall from her
tits.
Gus licked his lips again, bringing the flat of the blade against one
nipple and watching it stiffen until it was nearly a half-inch long.
He began grinning even more, poking the other nipple with the tip of
his knife until it too was thick and stiff. The other men were
watching closely, rubbing their cock-bulges slowly, watching as Rhonda
squirmed uncomfortably on the floor. Gus backed away, bringing the
knife down, down past her navel, scraping her flesh painfully until he
started slicing at her panties.
"Yeah, this is nice, real nice."
With each word, he cut a little more of the elastic band, slicing it
until the briefs hung in shreds from her thighs. He poked the tip of
his blade through the pink nylon material, tearing it down from her
thighs and throwing it away.
She lay there naked, helpless under this maniac whose eyes bugged out,
reminding her of a lizard's. He looked at his knife, then brought the
blade down right against her cuntal mound.
Rhonda couldn't hold back the scream any longer. Throwing back her
head, she screamed as loudly as she could, her fists thumping against
the floor while her legs shivered back and forth against the
carpeting.
Gus watched her as if he would eat her alive, finally throwing the
knife to one side and flinging himself onto her. His mouth sucked
hers. It was filthy, horrid, exciting! The man who had humiliated and
hurt her this way was going to fuck her ... and in front of these men!
"Dig into her, man, dick her!" the fat redhead called out.
Rhonda could feel Gus fumbling between their bodies. In a moment
something very hot and stiff was poking against her cunt, shoving in
while he knocked her legs out and up into the air. He was mounting
her, still wriggling his tongue deep in her mouth while his hands
gripped her thighs and tugged them savagely apart. He fucked like a
wild man, his hips banging against hers so hard she scooted on the
carpeting, her spine reddening from the friction. Rhonda fought back,
beating his back with her fists while her cuntal muscles gripped his
long skinny prick.
"Uh, man ... fuck!"
Rhonda suddenly felt his jizz scalding her cuntal walls while her
pussy muscles went into spasms. Her eyes rolled back, and Rhonda could
hardly hear anything except the big man's harsh panting and a string
of obscenities that excited her more and more. How she loved his
filthy mouth as he fucked her, churning his prick around in the musky
heat of her cunt while his balls finished dumping the last of his
cum-load.
"Awwwwh, fuck, man! She's too much! You know she wants more, too," Gus
said, shaking the sweat from his forehead and looking down at her.
"I don't think we have to worry. She's gonna be givin' us a whole lot
before we're through here," Jack said, looking down at the trembling
woman.
Rhonda thought of her daughter now, and she wondered just what it was
that had made Cori sound so terrified.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cori had prayed that her mother would come here soon. Perhaps Rhonda
would be able to see through what was going on and free her. But
Rhonda had been evasive, saying she would come up the following
afternoon, and there was little Cori could do to get her mother here.
Uncle Jim, though anxious to see Rhonda for his own reasons, didn't
really mind having another day to torment Cori. After the awful hosing
down, Cori had lain in the mud while Uncle Jim strode down the hill
and fetched his half-conscious daughter. He carried Cindy back to the
house like a sack of potatoes, leaving her draped over the steps of
the front porch.
"You, come here. You stay there."
Cori slipped from the muddy lake, sobbing, trying to clean herself off
as best she could. Uncle Jim turned around several times and laughed
at her plight, leading her around to the side of the house, where he
bent over a low mound in the yard and pulled open a set of horizontal
double doors. It was a fruit cellar. He nodded toward the stone steps
below.
Cori was in no mood to argue. Exhausted, humiliated, all the girl
wanted to do was get away from her horrid uncle. Quickly, she rushed
by him and nearly ran down the cold steep steps, feeling her naked
asscheeks jiggling against one another. She wanted to ask him for a
blanket, anything to stay warm. But he would only hit her again, she
thought.
Once in the fruit cellar, she huddled in a cold corner against the
shelves of fruit jars, feeling her heart sink as the dampness in the
air made her bones ache. She thought about what she had endured, about
the water stream that had made her climax right in front of her
uncle's eyes. He had beaten Cindy, then worked on her.
The young teenager drew into a fetal position, resting her chin on her
knees while hugging her ankles tightly with both hands. At times, Cori
thought she could hear the skittering of tiny claws across the floor.
The thought that there were rats in the cellar here made her flesh
crawl. Cori pulled her feet in harder under her ass, shivering,
wondering how long Uncle Jim would keep her here.
What seemed like hours passed without a word from Cindy or her father.
Cori relaxed, her thoughts drifting from this awful farm where she was
imprisoned. The young blonde thought of her home, of the comfortable
bed she would be resting in now, the coverlet drawn up tightly against
her chin while through the half-opened door she could hear her mother
busy in the kitchen. Dozing, the girl thought about warmth, about the
soft, fuzzy feel of the blanket tickling her chin.
And then suddenly the dream was shattered. The crashing sound cut
through her reverie, startling Cori awake. Uncle Jim was coming down
the stone steps. He was worse than rats, she thought grimly, pressing
her spine against the wall behind her.
"No ... don't . . . "
She was trembling, her head shivering as she curled her toes against
the cold floor. Jim stood there, pushing his fingers through his hair,
swaying unsteadily on his feet. Cori knew he'd been drinking. Maybe
she could catch him off guard, she thought to herself with a grim
smile. Drunks were usually sloppy in their moves.
"Up!" he demanded.
When she hesitated for a second, Jim roared, jerking one hand down and
curling his fingers in her long hair. Cori clawed her fingers up
against his wrists, digging the nails into his flesh as he tore more
strands from her scalp. With a scream, Cori unfolded her legs and
twisted herself into a standing position. He laughed at her cries and
whimpers, dragging the teenager to the steps and pushing her forward.
Cori stumbled, stubbing her toes against the stone steps while her
hair splashed across her face. Regaining her balance, she swept the
hair from her eyes and crawled up, her tits dangling down and slapping
against one another. Uncle Jim was right behind her, pinching her ass
and laughing again as she squealed like a stuck pig.
When she crawled out into the yard, Cori looked back over her
shoulder, spotting Uncle Jim climbing up the final step. Flight! She
could race away from him, rush into the woods and hide out there until
morning. Then, perhaps, she could head off her mother before Rhonda
drove into the farm compound. Cori didn't care what her mother would
think at that point. She just wanted to get out of here, to escape
from this madness.
"Don't even think it," Uncle Jim said, noticing her second of
hesitation.
Cori's heart sank as she felt his callused fingers gripping her wrist.
He led her around to the back of the house again. There it was, that
muddy lake she'd been wallowing in only hours before. Cori shrank from
the mess, feeling her flesh crawl.
Uncle Jim led her into the kitchen, then down another set of steps to
the basement beneath the house. Cori wanted to ask him about Cindy.
She cocked her head to one side, hoping she would catch some sign of
her cousin's presence. But there was nothing.
In the big basement, Uncle Jim reached up and switched on a bare
overhead light. Cori blinked her eyes, shading them while backing away
from her uncle. He had a knife in his right hand. Cori cringed, her
mouth opening as he came toward her.
"Over there ... on the crate."
Uncle Jim bent over, never taking his eyes from the trembling teenager
as he turned over a battered wooden crate, then kicked it over in her
direction. Cori shook her head, backing away into the darkness while
crossing her arms over her naked tits. The knife. Her nakedness. The
crate. She was terrified what the combination would do to her.
"You heard me, you little slut! Down!" His voice was loud,
threatening.
Cori still shook her head but found herself bending to his order.
Shuddering, Cori brushed away one tear that had escaped from under her
long blonde lashes, and then she dropped to her knees. It was as if
she were going to have her head chopped off. Uncle Jim moved around
her, pulling both her hands back and telling her to keep them there
poised atop her ass.
He was busy getting something from the workbench. Rope! She could feel
the hemp twisting around her wrists, binding them together tighter and
tighter until she felt her fingers growing numb and icy. Cori groaned,
looking around and watching Uncle Jim smiling grimly. He pushed her
head back down, forcing her to drape herself completely over the
crate.
Cori knew she had to be arousing her uncle. She found her ass shoved
back and out at an obscene angle, her cunt and shitter completely
exposed. She pulled her ass back in, realizing she was shaming herself
in this dreadful way.
"Nice knife. You saw it? Be surprised what something like this can do,
even with a dull blade like this one has. You wanna look at it
closer?"
Cori shook her head, twisting her bound wrists together and feeling
sweat start to bead on her helpless body. Then her heart nearly
stopped as she felt something cold against one side of her face. It
was the knife, she knew, rubbing back and forth across her flesh,
pressing into her cheek, then rubbing over her nose. She crossed her
eyes, staring at the awful blade until she thought her heart would
crash through her ribcage. Uncle Jim laughed at her reaction, watching
her body shiver and tremble against the box as he pulled the blade
back until it was pressed against the back of her neck.
Cori whimpered again. She could feel the chilly, rusty, steel against
her warm flesh. The girl let out a small moan, shifting her position
on the floor and feeling the splintery wood of the box against her
belly. Stiffening her back, Cori drew her knees together as if that
would somehow protect her. She felt so naked, so vulnerable with the
terrible pressure of that cold blade against her flesh.
Letting out a gasp, she could feel something else that felt oddly out
of place. Her cunt was starting to tingle, the cuntlips growing
swollen with blood while her clit slowly began to stiffen. She rolled
her ass lightly up and down, feeling a growing slick rub of her pussy
folds. She hoped her uncle didn't notice her curious little movement.
"Used this for a long time," he said with a chuckle, turning the knife
around so the sharpened edge was against her soft skin.
Cori let out another whimper, her knees brushing up against the box
while her asscheeks separated, clenched, then separated again in an
uncontrollable spasm. It was all Cori could do to keep from pissing in
fear.
"Could cut through wood with it at one time. Shame I haven't kept it
up. But then again, I've got more of 'em in the house. That ought to
be real nice for you to know, right?"
He laughed nastily, pushing the knife back and forth, making Cori feel
he was about to cut her throat at any time. She let out a little fart,
bringing a laugh of approval from her uncle. Uncle Jim kept on
talking, talking about the knife, about how it could cut open things,
bringing the knife down from her neck to the upper portion of her
back. She shivered, working her shoulders back, feeling her nipples
standing up at attention, the nubs rubbing teasingly against the
splintery wood. Uncle Jim left a small narrow white line on her flesh
as he drew the blade down her back. He traced the small bumps on her
spine with the tip of the knife, drawing it down in a broad arc to her
full thighs.
That was when Cori panicked.
But she strained to be silent, knowing her uncle derived more awful
pleasure from her cries when she screamed out in pain or fear. But it
was so hard not screaming out anything right now. He could shove the
blade into her and end her life at a moment's notice. Stories of young
girls being found brutally murdered went through her head as she
crouched there helplessly, the ropes burning into her wrists. And now
he was sliding the knife down her body. Cori couldn't help it. She
turned her head to one side, resting her cheek against the box and let
out a cry of despair.
"You dig this, don'tcha, baby? You really like this almost as much as
fuckin', right? You like gettin' hot cock in your pussy? Most girls
your age do," Uncle Jim said, bringing his right hand around her hip
and rubbing his fingers up into her asscrack.
Cori flinched, her ass bobbing up and down as she felt her flesh crawl
with horror. His right index finger was poking into her cunt now,
jabbing in until the ragged nail was scraping painfully along the
slick pink walls of her pussy. Cori let out another cry of despair,
trying to tuck her ass away from him. He stopped in a moment, his
finger touching a firm solid wall of flesh inside her cunt channel.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he whispered, poking the flesh harder,
watching as Cori jerked away and cried out in pain. "You're a fuckin'
virgin!
You ain't never been with a man, huh?"
"N-n-n-no," Cori sobbed, feeling this discovery would work more
against than for her.
"Well, that's gonna change real fast. Ain't right for a young lady
like you not to know what a man feels like ... a real man," Uncle Jim
said, slapping her ass once more while still tracing the outline of
her thighs with the blade.
"Oh, Uncle Jim, no, don't ... please don't . . . "
"Fuck you? Come on, gal, say it. Say it!" he commanded.
The blade slipped down a little more. Now he was tracing the outline
of her thigh, pressing in more firmly as he demanded an answer.
"Don't fuck me," she whispered, feeling tears burning her eyes.
"Sorry, Cori. You're just gonna have to put up with your of uncle and
his ways," he said with a cruel laugh.
She shivered, feeling the sharpness of the steel driving her half mad.
She could hear him breathing deeply behind her, his weight pressing up
against her ass. He was moving up more closely, watching as the knife
slipped around her asscheeks. Cori wanted to sink from sight. She
could feel him spreading her knees forcibly apart. The wet, sticky
line of her cuntal crack was exposed all the way now, the blade
dangerously close to that soft, vulnerable area. Cori let out another
shout, bobbing her ass away, feeling as if she were going to die from
terror.
She worked her wrists back and forth until she felt something wet
trickling over her fingers. Blood? Sweat? She didn't know. The young
girl stopped struggling, concentrating on survival while he brought
the knife up against her asscrack.
"Noooooooo!"
Uncle Jim was drawing the blade down to the bottom curves of her ass,
twisting it around and rubbing the flat of the cold steel blade
between her cunt and asshole. Cori was sure the slightest move would
ruin her forever. She knelt there without making a single move, even
holding her breath at times.
In a moment, the knife was gone and Cori sagged with relief, letting
out a whoosh of breath. Then the chill was back, this time right over
her cunt. Cori let out a cry, her spine stiffening while her pussy
sucked in air and spasmed uncontrollably. Cori thought she would go
into shock from the feel of the knife against her pussy that way. He
was moving the knife along now, the tip tracing the edges of her
cuntlips. She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring while her throat felt
dry.
"No, don't cut me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't do that to me!" she
whimpered.
"Don't worry about that, sweet pea," he chuckled. "There's no way I'm
gonna throw you away ... just yet, anyway.
Cori could feel a trickle of her cuntal juice seeping from her pussy,
oozing down her thighs. She shifted position on the crate, hearing the
boards groaning from her weight. Uncle Jim was moving the blade back
up, up until it was pressed flat against her cunt. It was as if
someone had put an ice cube at the center of her hot cunt. He pressed
the blade from the bottom junction of her cuntlips to her clit,
pricking the spongy, stiff little nub. Cori shivered, biting her lower
lip again, wishing this would be all over as she felt her cunt
cinching down on the offending knife. The sharp, rusty edges of the
blade bit into her pussylips.
"Owwwwwwww!"
There was nothing she could do to stop the spasms racing through her
cunt. Uncle Jim rocked the knife up and down, pricking the tip against
her clit continually. He was watching her, studying the way Cori
rolled her ass, made her buns clench against one another like two
white fists.
The teenager felt millions of hot sparks showering into her cunt from
that pricked clit. Curling her toes until they cramped, Cori jerked
her ass up and down, rubbing her tits and finding that she liked the
way her nipples frictioned over the rough surface of the crate. Her
back arched, making her open her cunt more.
"Man, gonna be fuckin' into that pussy! Gonna be fuckin' into it and
make you a woman tonight," Uncle Jim chanted again and again.
The constant touch and chill of that blade sent jolts of incredible
pleasure searing through the horrified girl. She became conscious of
the tiny slits on the edges of her pricked cuntlips as more and more
juice burned into them.
"Uhhh ... ooooohhhhhh!"
Cori felt the tip of the blade pierce her cunt folds. The hot, searing
pain was inseparable from the electric thrill. She felt her cuntlips
catching fire again and again as the juices stung all through her
pussy.
She closed her eyes in defeat, remembering the way her uncle had
fucked her mouth, and then had washed her down like an animal while
beating her cousin. How she hated him, hated herself for all these
feelings coursing through her like hot lava.
"Man! "
He was behind her now, his hands pulling her asscheeks apart, his
stubbly face brushing the inner curves of her buns. Cori opened her
mouth in shock, feeling her uncle fitting his mouth to her pussy. She
squirmed uncomfortably. He put his squirming tongue down into her cunt
and licked deep into her fuck-hole until he was petting her cherry
with the tip. Cori wasn't sure what was worse, this or the horrid
knife that had cut into her cuntlips. She felt that tongue stroking
her cunt deeper, the tight, raw hot itchy feeling deep inside her
pussy growing more and more concentrated.
The ropes burning into her wrists added to the lewd excitement racing
through her. Again, her ass tightened then relaxed as his tongue
fucked deep into her cunt. It was as if someone were strangling her.
But Cori knew better. It was her own excitement racing through her,
taking her breath away as she leaned over the crate and took her
uncle's tongue up her cunt.
In a moment, Cori was shoving her ass back at him, feeling him suck
hard while his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy with fast,
fluttering strokes. Cori couldn't believe what was happening to her
down there. And now he pulled away, licking his chops while bringing
his hands down and slapping her naked ass until the asscheeks glowed
with scarlet.
"No!"
The knife was back, sliding from asscheek to asscheek while he stabbed
one thumb into her asshole. Cori shrieked, bobbing her ass around,
feeling that awful digit digging into her shitter and making her
asshole hurt that way! She twisted her belly over the crate, stabbing
herself with more splinters as she felt that awful finger fuck in
knuckle-deep.
"Okay, baby, this is enough fuckin' around. Gonna go in and take care
of that cherry. Then it's gonna be smooth sailin' for both of us."
"No!" Cori screamed, trying to struggle up and escape.
Uncle Jim struck her hard atop her head, knocking the teenager back to
the crate and holding her against the top.
She heard the knife dropping to the basement floor. He was going to do
it, going to fuck out her cherry!
CHAPTER SIX
"No, don't ... oh God, no!"
Cori begged her uncle to let her go, yammering hysterically when she
felt something awfully big and cold pressing against her cunt. It
couldn't be his prick.
"Yeah, this'll take your mind off gettin' some dick, right?"
"Oh! What is it?"
She felt it twisting up into her cunt, then pulling back. She sagged
with relief, only to tighten once more when Uncle Jim began twisting
it up into her asshole. Cori screamed, her eyes bugging out while her
nostrils flared. He was hurting her, really hurting her with that
dreadful thing rodding up into her shitter.
Cori whimpered, her head jerking up and down while she curled her
spine and banged her knees raw against the crate. But Uncle Jim only
enjoyed her cries of pain all the more, twisting the cold lead pipe
deeper and deeper into her shitter until the teenager thought he was
going to rip her ass guts apart. When she gasped for air, he pushed it
in another inch. Cori thought her belly would explode. She opened and
closed her mouth like a fish, while the dreadful pain in her ass
radiated out to the curves of her asscheeks, making the big muscles in
her ass and thighs cramp horribly.
Again and again, Cori begged her uncle to take the lead pipe from her
shitter. But Uncle Jim only twisted the thing more, making her ass
guts kink with pain while her pussy spasmed.
"Uhhhhh ... "
He had it buried halfway up into her ass now, taking his big hands
from the pipe and watching it bob back and forth as he stroked her
pussy. Cori's face was bright red.
He was fucking her this dreadful way, fucking her in the ass with a
pipe while pulling down his filthy Levi's to the floor. And when she
felt that hard, hot cockhead pressing against her pussy, she let out
another cry. It was awful, dreadful feeling two separate things trying
to get deep into her body at once. The spongy head of his prick was
slipping around in the hot, frothy juices that oozed from her cunt
hole.
"So, you don't like this, eh, bitch? Then why the fuck are you so
damned hot? Man," Uncle Jim said, shaking his head, "you want a dick
bad, real bad-up your cunt. Don't know how the fuck you've stayed a
virgin all this time."
"Oh, no, don't ... please don't fuck me, Uncle Jim!" she sobbed.
"Gonna fuck that mother in, baby. Gonna fuck it in so hard you'll be
able to taste the cum in your damned mouth without me shoving it down
your throat again."
"No! "
He slapped her hard against the back of the head, then curled his
fingers roughly around her hipbones and shoved forward. Cori felt her
cuntlips being pressed to the side, Jim's fat prick fucking into her
cunt hole. She let out another plaintive cry as she felt the fat
prickhead working into her cunt.
"Oh man, hot, real hot, burnin' my dick up with that pussy, baby!
Burnin' it up!"
She moaned, rolling her hips around like a boat tossed in the ocean,
feeling the power of his thick cocklance fucking deep into her pussy.
When she tried to climb over the top of the crate, Uncle Jim knew what
to do, grabbing hold of the pipe and twisting it deeper into her
shitter. Her body went limp, her asscheeks, flexing and shivering as
if someone were passing electricity through her body.
"Uhhhhh ... "
Uncle Jim stopped, stroking her back with both hands while still
pushing his prick slowly, inexorably into her pussy. Cori shivered,
her flesh crawling with goose pimples while her knees jammed hard into
the rotting side of the crate. He had finally wedged the fat cockhead
into her fuck-hole, and now he brought his hands down around her
belly, his fingers crawling all over the flesh and making Cori feel
sick inside. She was being violated by this filthy man, her own uncle.
He was making her do things, making her feel things that were unholy!
She groaned, feeling his breath against the back of her neck. It was
the most disgusting sensation of her young life, she thought, closing
her eyes and sinking into defeat. His fingers crawled to her tits now,
kneading the soft tit flesh, then moving around until she felt him
pinching her nipples.
Again, Cori vowed not to cry out. He would only enjoy fucking her
more, would only cause her more pain if she shouted. But the girl
couldn't help it. She was too young, too inexperienced in -these
things to keep her mind under control. When Uncle Jim squeezed both
nipples at the same time, rolling them like peas from side to side,
Cori yelped, her ass bobbing up and down, the lead pipe jerking around
in her shitter. He laughed, pinching her nipples harder.
He moved his hands down now, feeling her thighs, bringing them around
to her crotch, until finally he was strumming her clit.
She hated herself for the delightful feeling he brought out from that
tiny organ. Her cuntal muscles relaxed while her uncle shoved in yet
another two inches of cockmeat into her cunt. When Cori yelped a third
time Uncle Jim twisted the lead pipe into her ass guts.
"No, oh no! God, take it out!"
"Yeah, baby, take that rod! Take it the way you're takin' my dick!"
He was pushing the pipe back in, making her legs spasm outward, only
to twist it out in a corkscrewing movement. Cori's eyes widened as she
felt the awful thing fuck deeper up her ass than before!
And then she felt his prick fuck in deep, touching her cherry, poking
against the last wall of her innocence. Cori let out another cry,
wagging her ass from side to side, begging her uncle to let her go.
Uncle Jim just crawled over her, biting the nape of her neck while
fucking in a little harder. He slid both hands back up to her young
tits and cupped them, pinching the tips until she reared back and
shrieked in pain.
"Ahhhh, don't hurt me like that! God in heaven, don't do that, Uncle
Jim!"
He only laughed at her distress, rolling her nipples around like peas
until she cried out again. A spray of hot cunt juice wet down his wiry
black crotch hairs as more and more of his throbbing, greasy prickmeat
fucked into her cunt. Cori opened her mouth once more, letting out a
rush of air as she felt a pinpoint of hot pain shoot up from between
her shivering legs.
"No, ah, no!"
He was doing it, popping her cherry, tearing the thin membrane! Cori
shook her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over
her face while her eyes widened. Again and again, the girl begged her
uncle to stop. But Uncle Jim was too far gone now, his prick jerking
around in her cunt hole while he leaned forward and pressed his legs
against the backs of hers. Twisting the lead pipe around in her ass,
watching her legs spasm out, he fucked his cock in hard.
Cori bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Uncle Jim
slapped her ass with the flats of both hands now, reddening her
asscheeks as he sank his fucker in inch by inch. It was wonderful
feeling something that hot and hard and thick pressing into her,
forcing her inner cunt walls apart in that delicious way. For a mad
moment, Cori forgot about the pipe splitting her ass wide open as
delicious sensations she had never felt before pricked through her
pussy. She could feel the muscles snugging up against her uncle's
prick, the cunt walls rubbing back and forth and milking his thick
cock while she arched her spine and curled back. Prancing her ass like
a bitch, she loved the feeling of his cock disappearing inch by
throbbing inch into her fuck-hole.
"First-class pussy, yes, sir!" Uncle Jim muttered, slapping her ass
again.
To emphasize his point, Uncle Jim gripped the lead pipe and started
fucking her shitter rapidly. He was timing the rodding movements
carefully with the fucking of her cunt, working that lead thing in and
out, twisting it around while feeding her more and more of his prick.
When he fucked back in, she felt the cocktip pressing hard against her
cherry. He was going for it now, his body rubbing up against hers
while his prick made the thick bunched wall of pussy flesh pucker
inward. Cori jerked her hands against the binding ropes, feeling them
cut into her flesh as his cock fucked deep into her cunt hole.
"Gotta bust you ... uhhh ... gotta bust you wide open ... now!"
The words terrified her. Cori felt the pressure building up in her
cunt hole more and more until she thought she would die from it.
And then ... then she could feel her cherry tearing, ripping from its
anchorage and pulling loose as Uncle Jim's cock fucked all the way in.
The pain was awful. Cori let out a scream, her cries making her throat
feel raw while her body snapped and jerked and twitched against his
pawing hands. Never had Cori felt that kind of pain. It made her head
throb.
To take her mind off the cock in her violated cunt for the moment,
Uncle Jim pulled the lead pipe halfway out then shoved it back in,
twisting it around and making her bowels kink up painfully once more.
She screamed, beating her head against the crate while Uncle Jim
fucked all of his cockmeat into her hot, clenching cunt. He was
sweating heavily, beads of perspiration dripping onto her upper back
while he lay for a while against her, stroking his fingers over her
flat tummy.
Cori's mind was reeling from the fucking her uncle had given her. She
could feel both things in her-that awful lead pipe, and that big cock
jerking up against her cuntal walls.
Uncle Jim caught his second wind and straightened up, fucking her once
more. In a second, his prick was sliding in like a hot poker through a
tub of butter. His big fucker rammed in and out, in and out, burning a
tight passage into her slippery cunt hole. He was making the teenager
cry out with every rough fuck-thrust, her body shuddering with the
force of his lunges. Her clit was throbbing wildly, spasming while her
uncle fucked down hard and nasty into her deflowered pussy.
"Fuckin', baby, that's what we're doin'! Feels real nice, don't it?"
"Oh, no, no!"
Cori lied through her teeth, backing up onto that cock, feeling his
prick tearing into her pussy. She could feel the slapping of his fat,
cum-packed balls while he braced his body against hers. She knew he
was going to shoot soon.
Uncle Jim was holding her hard by the hipbones, fucking his cock into
her, nearly forgetting about the long thick pipe jerking around in her
asshole. Almost as an afterthought, he took the pipe in one hand,
jerking it down, then pulling it all the way out with a sucking
popping sound. Cori's body jerked against his, a shout coming from her
mouth as he flung the pipe down on the floor.
"Uh! Uhhhh!"
The heavy flow of her cuntal juice made Cori's pussy slippery for that
fucking prick. Oh, how she loved that feel now! There was nothing
awful about getting fucked. How wonderful it was, getting reamed out!
Just when he was about to shoot, he gave his prick a sharp jerk,
reaching forward and twisting several strands of her blonde hair
between his fingers.
She yelped, her head snapping back as she felt the tearing pain in her
scalp. He swore at her, slapping her with his other hand, then shoving
his crotch up tight against her ass.
He was doing it, cumming in her pussy, filling her pussy with his hot
cum-load. He tore at her hair, swearing at her while globs of his hot
jizz burned into her cuntal walls.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped.
He was tearing at her, pulling at her with his fingers as if they were
burning pincers. But Cori was in a world of her own, jerking and
writhing against his grip while she came and came and came.
Oh, God in heaven, this was better, far better than anything she had
ever experienced in her young life.
Twisting up against him, feeling his body pressing against hers, Cori
drank in the delicious sensation of this man fucking deep into her
while she came hard. She felt her cunt tighten up once more around
Uncle Jim's prick, then slacken off as a warming glow slipped like a
glove over her flesh ...
* * *
While Cori was coming down from her sexual high, Rhonda was just
crawling up to hers.
The men hadn't finished with her yet. Jack had let her service some of
them, her lips curling around cock after cock, her tongue slurping
around their balls while they jacked off in her hair. After some time,
the confused woman couldn't feel a thing. She did what they told her,
sucking cock, licking ass until she felt as if she were whirling
around in some wild fantasy.
It was only when Jack dragged her downstairs that she realized reality
was only too close.
He had roped her carefully to his work bench, bending out one leg
until it was parallel to the cracked concrete floor and tying the
ankle to one edge of the worn counter top. Rhonda bent her left leg a
little for balance, sobbing and whimpering when Gus took both arms and
stretched them forward while Jack slipped a three-foot length of
quarter-inch line around her wrists, crosscrossing the rope until it
snugged tightly over her flesh. He pulled her arms forward until she
had to lean slightly to ease the tension around her shoulders and
elbows. Gus secured the rope to the other end of the workbench, making
her completely open to anything from behind.
Rhonda looked around her with growing terror, moving her left foot
around to try to ease the tension on her arms and bound leg. The men
staggered down the stairs to look at her, commenting on the way she
appeared, bound and helpless.
Jack winked at them and disappeared around the corner. When he
returned, he was holding what appeared to be a long wand. Blinking her
eyes clear and shaking the hair from her eyes, she saw it was a long
black-handled device with a clear glass tube of about eight inches
protruding from it. At the tip of the rod was a tiny ball, also of
glass. There appeared to be dial settings on the base of the handle.
Jack turned around, smiling at the woman, then switching the dial
until a buzzing, crackling sound filled the room. The men grew silent,
leaning on the handrail of the basement stairs and watching with
growing interest as Rhonda shrank away from the awful thing.
"It's called a violet wand," Jack said, moving the rod in front of the
woman.
In an instant, Rhonda knew what it was. She could only see the glass
glowing a deep purple while sparks occasionally shut from the glass
ball at the top.
"They used it a long time ago for medicine or something. I souped it
up. I think you're gonna like it."
Rhonda shook her head silently back and forth, her face whitening with
terror. Instinctively, the woman pulled back at the bonds, twisting
her wrists and ankles as she watched Jack move the wand closer to her
tits.
He finally brought it down, sending a stream of static electricity
biting into her rigid brown nipples.
"Ahhhh!"
Rhonda nearly fell to the floor as the crackling electricity burned
into her tit flesh. She threw back her head, her eyes rolling while
she shrank away from the painful touch. It was as if a powerful set of
sharp-toothed jaws were nibbling on her nipple, threatening to tear it
off.
"Yaghghghhhh!"
Rhonda flinched back once more as Jack touched the rod against her
other nipple, watching as her tits slapped together. He brought the
thing down to her belly, watching as her stomach spasmed and her body
shivered against the work bench. It was all the woman could du to keep
from falling to the floor. She knew that if she did, she would be
twisted around painfully, perhaps fatally if they gut carried away
with the electricity.
Jack moved back go her ass, bringing the wand down inches above her
spine. Rhonda tensed, feeling the tiny hairs covering her white
shivering flesh like a fine down standing up from the pulsing
electricity so close to her skin. Her face whitened again as he moved
the wand around to her fleshy, full asscheeks. It was when he brought
the thing up between her sweaty asscheeks that Rhonda began screaming
again. Pitching forward, she let out shout after shout, spit frothing
over her lips while Jack moved the electric wand back and forth over
the sensitive flesh between her cunt and asshole.
Just when the woman thought she was going to faint, Jack pulled the
violet wand away from her body, bringing it around to her tits once
more and holding it inches away from her nipples. Rhonda whimpered,
waiting to feel the stinging touch of that awful thing against her
nipples.
It was a horror, the electricity stinging into her nipples, pulsing
through her tits until they felt as if they were swollen and about to
tear off. She shouted, yammering loudly, sobbing and feeling herself
growing faint. Still, Jack kept the wand there. The electricity seemed
to intensify, almost frying her body as she sank from reality and
collapsed, twisted on her ropes, unconscious while the wand still sent
sparks into her body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"The bitch awake yet?"
"Yeah. Look at the way she's movin'."
Rhonda could hear them talking while she still kept her eyes shut
tightly. She could feel the painful pulling on her shoulders and
thighs, realizing she was hanging down from the corner of the work
bench. She knew she couldn't stay this way much longer. Her muscles
were cramping terribly while her bone sockets were popping from the
awkward strain. Still, the woman was terrified of showing them she was
conscious.
She groaned softly, her head hurting. All her muscles tightened then
relaxed, feeling stiff. Breathing slowly and easily, she listened to
the men carefully as they walked around her. Someone poked his finger
against her belly, making her wheeze slightly. She pretended to be
half conscious, hiding the flutter in her belly. When Jack moved in
front of her, she peered from under one slitted eyelid. She saw he
still held that awful electric wand in his hand.
He moved to the side and hefted one big tit by its tip. Rhonda put
every ounce of her being into remaining still. She heard Jack move
around, some of the men whispering around her. Then she felt his hands
pulling at her waist. Rhonda cringed at the touch, but Jack didn't
appear to notice. She let him move behind her, heard him stopping.
Then there was that sound, that awful sound of the wand buzzing and
sparking behind her. Rhonda opened her eyes, staring wide-eyed into
the eyes of some man in front of her who was jacking off. She saw his
big prick, the thick blue veins throbbing against the flesh while his
blue eyes sparkled with delight.
Suddenly, she felt something very hot and tingling shoot through her
like a bullet. Jack had shoved the wand up her shitter, twisting the
glass rod around until at least two inches was buried up her ass guts.
"Yaghghhhh!"
Rhonda twisted up to her original standing position, her muscles
spasming. Gagging with the dull pain throbbing in her ass, the woman
felt her guts kinking up while agony raced through her body. Her eyes
bulged wider as her legs twisted and ridged from the electrical
onslaught. It seemed as if her ass and belly were on fire at the same
time, her bowels contracting and cramping, pushing the shit back and
forth as she grunted in panic. She stared at Gus in front of her, her
mouth wide, gasping, for air.
Her terror and pain showed clearly on her face.
"Not so sleepy now, are you, baby?" Jack said.
"No, take it out, take it out!"
As much as Rhonda wanted that wand slipped from her shitter, she was
terrified to move too violently in her wild attempts to dislodge the
sparkling invader. Frightened that the glass would break and gouge her
bowel lining, the woman stood as quietly as she could, her asscheeks
flexing and tightening, her bowels moving and kinking while she prayed
that she wouldn't disgrace herself and shit all over her thighs.
"Uhhhh! "
Rhonda shook her head, her arms aching as she yanked and pulled at the
cuffs chafing her bleeding wrists more and more. Her head lolled from
shoulder to shoulder, her hair splashing across her tits while she
stood on tiptoes until her arches throbbed with pain.
"Let her swallow that thing up her ass, man! She looks good jumpin'
around with that wand shoved up her ass!" Gus cried out.
The others agreed, jacking their pricks slowly, rhythmically, watching
as Rhonda twisted on the glass sparking spike. Jack stopped fucking
the rod in and out for a moment, cocking his head to one side and
narrowing his eyes while slipping it in steadily, one inch at a time,
until nearly six inches of the sparking wand was pushed into her
asshole.
Rhonda shivered as if she were having a fit, foam frothing around the
corners of her tensed mouth while her forehead throbbed from the
electric assault. Her bowels were stinging and cramping, sending lewd
signals up from her shivering white ass into her clit. It was odd,
wild to have that kind of sensation racing through her body as she
swayed drunkenly against the wooden work bench. Sweat poured from
under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her
swollen tits. Her nipples were growing thick and tumid, throbbing in
time with her clit and asshole as Jack fucked in yet another inch.
"Oh!" she gasped.
He twisted the small black dial at the bottom of the wand's handle,
sending the maximum amount of electricity exploding into her ass guts.
Rhonda's mouth opened wide, a gust of air escaping from her throat
while her eyelids fluttered nervously. The woman pulled wildly at the
cuffs binding both wrists and her right ankle, her body shaking from
side to side while her face became a blur. Spit frothed down her
cheeks while she sucked in air to feed her bursting lungs. The agony
in her ass flamed into an exploding ball of golden agony while her
cunt snapped shut again and again on thin air.
Jack watched closely, finally satisfied he had given her the maximum
amount of pleasure before shutting off the wand and pulling it quickly
from her sucking shit chute.
"Yaghghgghh!"
Rhonda jerked and jumped, her hair standing on end as her muscles
spasmed and her shitter clamped shut on nothing. Reaching around, Jack
unfastened her cuffs and threw her down on the floor. Rhonda still
jerked and twitched, arching her spine, throwing her head from side to
side while kicking her legs out in wild abandon. She looked like a
woman possessed.
Bending over, he slapped her twice across the face, bringing her back
to reason.
Sobbing, covering her face with both hands, Rhonda hardly felt the
pressure as he threw himself on top of her and fucked his cock into
her sucking pussy.
Rhonda didn't care at the moment what was happening to her. She needed
something inside her, something that would scratch the maddening
itches aching through her cunt and ass. Jack was fucking her hard, his
prick sliding all the way in to the hilt and throbbing in her cunt
while Gus squatted down on her face and fed her his prick through her
mouth. She was filled with cockmeat as the men panted and pumped,
rodding the young woman again and again while the others jacked off
and wished they could be a part of the action.
Gus came first, fucking his cock all the way down her throat and
firing his cum until both balls unloaded fast and hard. While Gus was
staggering up and away from her, Jack bruised her cunt with his
forceful fucking, corkscrewing his prick into her, driving her half
mad with his prick. Rhonda and he came at the same time, her fingers
clutching at his face while her long white legs kicked high in the
air.
It seemed like forever before she finally came down from her sexual
high. The others were standing around, cum stains on their Levi's.
Jack pulled her from the floor and shoved her toward the stairs.
"Get dressed. We're finished with you now," he said, pushing his
fingers through his hair.
"But don't you forget, baby, you're on call .. all the time, with this
club."
Rhonda felt the cramps in her legs, felt the stinging in her ass still
while cum oozed from her cunt hole and trickled down her inner thighs.
She reveled secretly in being dominated, although she would have died
before admitting it to this bunch. But now, she thought as she hauled
herself painfully up the stairs, she had other things to think of.
Guilt came over her as she thought about her daughter Cori and her
phone call. There was that desperate tone of voice, a tone that told
her more than the words. It was probably nothing more than a
disagreement between the girls. She had had plenty of them when she
was Cori's age, and it meant nothing. Still ...
"Good ass, baby, real good," Jack said.
No, she couldn't think of this. At least, she couldn't think of it
right now. Her daughter needed her. She would get to the bottom of
Cori's trouble, and then she would come back here and let these men do
what they would ...
* * *
Miles away, Cori and Cindy were having problems of their own. Uncle
Jim didn't trust Cori now, even in the fruit cellar, especially as her
mother was coming up soon. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong
to spoil his plan to get hold of those mining certificates.
Cori stayed in the awful main basement, her legs pushed through two
small openings in what her uncle called Pilgrim stocks. It was
something, she guessed from Cindy's look as the two girls studied the
thing, he had used on his daughter many times before. While the
brunette cringed helplessly against the far wall, Uncle Jim had made
Cori lie down and raise her legs high above the floor, forcing her to
keep them straight as he slipped them into the open stock then clamped
the top down over her ankles.
Snapping two six-foot lengths of galvanized chain into two hooks
attached to an overhead beam, he then dragged out a three-foot wooden
assembly with two holes cut at either end, similar in style to the
ones through which her ankles now lay. Opening the assembly, Uncle Jim
thrust Cori's arms through, snapping the device shut, then bringing it
up with her torso to the level of the chains. It took little effort
for him to attach them, leaving the teenager hanging by her wrists,
her arms held captive in the portable stock. Her asscrack opened and
closed, her shitter forced open by the strain of her position. When
Cindy tried to go up to her to sympathize and comfort the girl, Uncle
Jim dragged his daughter away, threatening her with the back of his
hand if she tried anything.
Cori sobbed, turning her head away, glad they were leaving her, and
yet wishing they had stayed.
The minutes ticked by slowly, her thighs aching from the hanging pull
of her own body, her wrists and ankles chafing cruelly under the
stocks. When she tried to move to ease the pain throbbing in her hip
joints, the chains bounced back and forth, increasing the pain.
Sighing, Cori looked up at the ceiling, wishing she could will those
awful chains to snap.
It was at least an hour before she heard her uncle's footsteps coming
closer. He entered the room, rubbing his hands gleefully, his face lit
up like a glowing fire.
"Your mother's coming here. She just called," Uncle Jim said. "That
means we're gonna have a little party for the two of you. Maybe I'll
even have Cindy here."
Cori froze. Her mother, here! He was going to torture Rhonda as he was
torturing her and her cousin! Cori shook her head from side to side,
tears tolling down her flushed cheeks while her body bounced obscenely
on the chairs. No, this was the last straw, the ultimate degradation.
How could God let something like this happen to her and her family?
Uncle Jim's smile faded as he strode up to her slowly, grabbing her
chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerking her head up. She
found herself staring into his eyes, unable to take her gaze from his.
He was all-powerful, she thought.
"You know," he said, stepping away from her and rattling around in a
drawer of a cabinet, "it's gonna be almost a disappointment to get
those certificates. I hope your old lady even fights me on it for a
while. Oh, I'll get them." He was pulling out four long wires with
rusty alligator clamps attached to one end of each. "But I hope Rhonda
holds out. If she does, I've got some persuading things like these."
"What . . . what are they?" Cori gasped, her eyes growing round and
wide as she stared at them.
Uncle Jim shrugged noncommittally, licking his lips as he pinched the
end of one of them and opened the metal jaws. Cori could see the tiny
brown teeth come closer to her, looking like the fangs of a horrid
little animal. Uncle Jim brought one clamp down near her throat, then
quickly changed direction and let the small clamp snap shut over her
right nipple.
Cori let out a shout, snapping her head back while prancing her ass
back and forth against the leg stocks. The chains rattled overhead
while her fingernails dug at the wooden stock.
"There, that feel good, baby? You gonna have a good time with that
biting down on your nipple?"
Cori groaned, twisting her head around and watching him come at her
with the other clamp. She was ready this time, grinding her teeth as
he let the object bite down on her left tit, the rusty teeth nearly
piercing the red rubbery nipple flesh. The weight of the wires pulled
down at her tits, distending the nipples, making the young girl groan
more loudly.
Uncle Jim moved around between her legs, holding her cuntlips open
with one hand while clamping a third alligator clip just below her
clit. Now Cori began to panic, bouncing her ass up and down, feeling
the wood stock chafing her wrists even more. Her legs tensed and
ridged, her thighs pulling back while she swayed obscenely from right
to left like a pendulum. The chains supporting the hanging stock that
entrapped her arms rattled as Jim stroked the girl's cuntlips,
brushing the blonde pussy fur surrounding them with the backs of his
fingers and cooing softly to the terrified girl.
Then he moved behind her, stroking her whipped ass, taking the last
clip and inserting it into her shitter.
"Awk!"
Cori's eyes widened as she bounced her ass up, her buns clenching
together while her ass ring worked against the metallic invader,
trying to dislodge it. Nothing worked. She hung there, her body wired
while Uncle Jim took a small hand-cranked generator from a wooden
cabinet and placed it on the floor. Slowly, deliberately, he took each
long black wire dangling from each clamp and fastened it to tiny
silver outlets at the back of the gray box. Cori watched fascinated,
her heart beating faster and faster while her body tensed against the
wooden stocks.
When he was through, Uncle Jim looked at the box, taking the silver
handle and giving it a slow turn clockwise. Immediately, Cori felt
biting agony at all four points. Her nipples tingled while her cunt
and sphincter snapped shut against the invading clips. Uncle Jim
stopped, noticing how white her face had become while her nostrils
flared under the pain.
Cori looked wildly at him. Surely he wasn't going to keep her like
this and send more current into her! Surely he had to have seen just
how painful it was having the electricity surge through her body!
Perhaps he had seen too well. Walking back to the cabinet, Uncle Jim
fished around the top shelf for a while, returning with what at first
appeared to be a brown rubber doorstop.
"Open your mouth," he barked. Cori did as she was told, afraid of more
pain. "I don't want you to bite your tongue off. If you did, then I
wouldn't know more about those certificates, if your mother's
unwilling to talk, that is."
Cori tasted the vile rubber. It was awful, making her retch as she
tried to take her mind off the deliciously biting pain of the pincers
against her nipples, cunt and asshole. Uncle Jim moved back to her
ass, taking the wire and pushing it deeper into her asshole. He shoved
it as far as he could get it, laughing when Cori started crying and
sobbing, her asscheeks flexing against one another The cold curled
wire made her breathe heavily, her cheeks puffing out while her
forehead creased with worry. She took shallow, uneven breaths to keep
from choking as Uncle Jim shoved the wire in just a few more inches.
Cori had heard about things like this, about torture devices used
against young women. Just recently, there had been something about a
maniac in Detroit who had held several women prisoners for nearly a
year, making them do vile things like this for his own pleasure. Her
Uncle Jim, she suspected, was one of these horrid men. And when she
saw him again, squatting down like an animal in front of her and
gripping the hand-cranked generator, she was sure of it. She could
feel the wire in her ass. Tiny teeth were nibbling at her clit, making
the pink flesh swim in hot juice while her nipples blushed more and
more darkly.
Gripping the handle, Uncle Jim turned it slowly, watching as Cori's
body trembled in the stocks. She felt the faint pulse digging into her
tits, her cunt and her asshole. The girl jerked again, unused to the
feeling. Uncle Jim turned the crank again, this time a little faster.
Cori jerked up against the clamp shoved up her asshole! Jim turned the
crank more slowly, watching as the young girl shivered while her cunt
and tits ached. The waiting for more pain made her cunt itch and her
tits throb so!
Uncle Jim was satisfied, licking his lips like a wolf and turning the
handle more quickly. Cori let out a sharp cry now, throwing her head
back while the cords stood out against her throat. She made strangled
cries while pain shot through her cunt and ass. It was as if some
awful animal were tearing at her tits, cunt and shitter. Her skin felt
as if it were burning while her nipples became swollen. The muscles in
her belly knotted and cramped, her tummy ballooning while her ass
clenched hard against the clamp. Her clit seemed to buzz, defying the
pain coursing through her cunt. She tried to close her legs to squeeze
off her orgasm. But the stocks were keeping her legs apart.
How odd! Pain and climax happening at once. The current was doing such
bizarre things to her.
"Like it, baby? Enjoy havin' this in you?"
Uncle Jim's mocking words seemed to echo in her rattled brain as he
turned the crank faster than before. It felt as if someone were
hitting her in the belly and ass with a fist!
Cori let out another shout from around the rubber wedge, her head
lolling from side to side while a fist of air burst from her shitter,
nearly dislodging the clump of wires stuffed in her ass. And when
Uncle Jim began turning the crank even faster, the young girl thought
she would surely die. She screamed, her tits and belly and cunt and
shitter being ripped apart by wild sensations. Cori jerked her body up
and down, her spine arching, her asscheeks clenching and unclenching
while her legs pulled wildly at the wooden stocks.
Blood oozed from her chafed ankles and wrists as the girl fought to
escape the killing agony. She writhed harder as spit and cunt juice
gushed from her. Her lips turned purple while diamonds of saliva stood
out. Her thighs rippled uncontrollably as the pain tore through her
body. As she shuddered and jerked on her chains, Uncle Jim shouted
with approval, turning the crank faster and faster. Cori's face was a
blur as she shouted and screamed around the rubber wedge. She nearly
broke her teeth as she bit down hard.
God in heaven, she was going to die. She knew she was going to die,
electrocuted here in this dismal basement.
Uncle Jim gave a final twist.
It was all Cori needed. Her climax exploded with a fury that knocked
her out. Her clit throbbed in time with the pulsing electricity, her
body bouncing up and down on the restraining chains. Her eyes rolled
up into her head, her mind shattering as she collapsed against her
restraints and the electricity stopped. The last thing she remembered
was Uncle Jim's face peering into hers, his hands on her thighs as she
dropped back, back into wonderful, comforting blackness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rhonda had hoped she would arrive during the day. She hated driving at
night. But she had had trouble starting her car, and the mechanic
didn't arrive for nearly an hour after she had called. Tightening her
grip on the wheel, she guided her big car down the highways, wincing
at all the headlights and wishing she had postponed driving until the
next morning.
No. She had promised Cori she would be there that evening, and be
there she would.
Carefully, Rhonda had chosen her wardrobe, being sure there would be
no telltale marks her daughter or Jim would notice. She blushed
thinking about what she'd done, remembering that violet wand and how
the electricity had heightened her arousal. No. She would think of
that later. She eased her big car onto the narrow road that ran past
her brother-in-law's home.
There would be nothing wrong, Rhonda thought as she pulled up in front
of the brightly lit house. It looked cheery enough. There was nothing
forboding about it. As she stepped from her car and brushed her hair
back, Rhonda was certain she would find everything normal. Then she
would return to the city and call Jack and...
Her pussy winked shut at the thought of what would happen. She felt
her clit rising now, her cuntlips folding over one another and
frictioning deliciously as she walked to the front door.
"Yeah, hi, Rhonda. Come on in."
Jim looked pleased enough. The TV was on, although neither of the
girls were around. They were probably upstairs, she thought.
"Is Cori around?"
"Oh, yeah. Cindy, too. They're downstairs.
Want something to drink?"
"Uh, no, no thanks. I came up here mainly to see Cori."
Jim shrugged, opening a beer and pouring out half a glass. He drank
it, then turned around and shut off the television.
"You know, I was thinking about those mining certificates my brother
had before he died. You know the ones?"
Rhonda looked at him quizzically, feeling her heart start to beat.
There was something in that gaze, something in that look that reminded
her of Jack, of Gus, of the whole crew back in the city. No. That was
foolish. Jim wasn't that way. She pushed the thought from her mind for
the moment, focusing in on what he was saying.
"Yes. In fact, I was looking at those papers the other day. I was
going to throw them out."
"You didn't, did you?" Jim looked almost sick.
"No. They're still at home. I thought I could use them for decoration
of some sort. I don't know."
"Well, I thought I'd go back up to Denver and look at those mines. If
I had those certificates, I'll bet they'd let me in a lot easier.
It'll be a kind of retirement hobby of mine."
"But they're worthless. Doug told me that before he died," Rhonda
protested.
"Don't matter. I like goin' out for lost causes. So, why don't you
just sell 'em to me? I'll give you a good deal.
Rhonda looked at her brother-in-law suspiciously. Something was up,
and it wasn't just those certificates in her bureau drawer.
"Well, let me think on it. I'll let you know.
... ow! What are you doing to me, Jim?"
He had run out of patience, jerking one hand forward and holding her
arm tightly.
"I want those damned certificates, and I want them now! Where the fuck
are they?"
He was twisting her arm around, bringing it behind her back and
pressing the wrist against her spine as he pushed his face against
hers. Rhonda could smell the beer on his breath, an odor that made her
wince. He was pushing her down onto the floor, keeping up the
pressure, shouting and yelling terrible things at her while still
demanding to know where the certificates were.
Rhonda kept quiet, suddenly thinking of her daughter and fearing the
worst. Jim stopped, pushing her down onto the floor and running his
fingers through his hair. Rhonda lay there trembling, drawing herself
away from the big man. Her daughter was here, her Cori. If Jim had
done this to Rhonda, what had he done to Cori? And where was Cindy? A
rush of horror went through her.
"Where is she? Where's Cori?" Rhonda whispered as she got up, feeling
her hair stand on end when Jim just grinned back at her and rubbed his
cock-bulge.
"Your daughter's a real fine fuck. You know that, baby? And I'm gonna
find out about you now."
"No!"
Rhonda threw herself at her brother-in-law, her fingers curled,
scratching at his face. Startled at first, he grabbed both wrists and
threw her back, sending the woman crashing against the wall behind
her.
Striking her head hard against the plaster, Rhonda fought to stay
conscious. Her legs felt like rubber, but she braced herself against
the wall and kept screaming the same question about her daughter.
Jim came at her, cocking one hand back, then bringing it down hard
against one side of her face. Rhonda screamed, feeling the hot,
stinging blow of his fist against her jaw. Her head snapped to one
side, her mind in chaos as her body twisted around and crumpled to the
floor.
She felt him straddling her body once more, gripping her dress from
behind and tearing it away from her body.
Jim stopped, laughing at her.
"So, looks like somebody else has been fuckin' around with you. Look
at all those marks!"
"I ... I fell,' Rhonda said, blushing.
"Yeah, sure. Well, in that case, you won't be so clumsy here, will
you?"
He pulled her up from the floor, tearing her dress from her body.
Rhonda backed away from him, covering her bra and panties with both
hands. She knew he could see the dark cuntal vee under the sheer nylon
of her briefs, something that was exciting her brother-in-law. Again,
she whispered about her daughter.
"You wanna see Cori? You gotta give me some pleasure first, bitch."
"What ... ?"
"Over here."
He led her to one end of the living room, forcing her back down onto
the floor. Drawing her hands behind her head, Jim fished out a
fourteen-inch length of clothesline, twisting it around her wrists
just below the chafe marks and securing it with a double slipknot. He
laughed at her, shaking his head as he examined the various stripes
and wounds on her flesh.
"Somebody really knows what the fuck they're doing with you," he
remarked, tying the rope to one leg of the heavy sofa behind her. "I'd
like to meet the guy. Maybe we can exchange ideas. You know, kind of
like pen pals and all that shit."
"No! Oh, no, you're ... ohhhh!"
"Hurting you? That's why I'm doin' it, bitch!"
He was smiling down at her almost kindly, securing the line, then
running his hands up and down her half-naked body. He reached around,
pulling out a small knife and releasing the blade. Rhonda looked at
the horrid thing, her eyes widening as he brought it down to her bra
and cut the straps, then pressed the flat of it against her
nylon-covered cunt. She could feel the cold steel pressing against her
pussy, feel her cuntlips start to shiver. Against her will, she pissed
on herself, wetting down her panties while soaking her thighs.
Jim laughed, shaking his head while pulling her wet panties from her
thighs. "Couldn't hold it back, could you?"
Rhonda turned her face from him, horrified at having disgraced herself
that way. Jim lay the knife down, then reached in his back pocket and
pulled out a pack of matches. He struck one.
"You know, you'd be surprised to see what kinds of reactions I get
with something like this," he began, holding the blue flame in front
of her eyes. "It's not the best thing I've got. But man, you wouldn't
believe the really great kind of fun I can have with something as
simple as this."
Rhonda sucked in a deep breath, watching as he brought the flame up to
her right nipple. She was sweating, her body glistening with a
perspiration sheen as Jim moved the fire from one nipple to the other,
letting it drop to within a quarter of an inch from the turgid nubs.
She felt her nipples tingling and stiffening.
"Yeah, you're into this as much as I am, but I bet you don't like to
admit it."
Rhonda squirmed uncomfortably, wriggling her ass against the carpeting
as she felt the burning warmth prick her right nipple. Jim waited,
then brought the flame down against the thick nub.
"Aiyeeeee!" Rhonda screamed, arching her spine.
He was burning her alive, searing her nipple with that awful fire.
Her tits rolled and jiggled against one another while Rhonda jerked
her body away from the awful pain. Jim swore, shaking the match out.
He had burned his fingers. Flipping open the box, he took out another
match, lighting it then moving it down to her tits. Rhonda stopped her
shouting, watching him with mounting terror. No. No. He had to stop.
He couldn't keep her going this way!
But Jim moved the flame down, this time touching the bottom of it
against her right calf. He moved the fire along quickly enough not to
burn her flesh too seriously. Rhonda jerked her legs open
instinctively, her mouth a tight scar as she watched him with rounded
eyes. The line of flame was moving closer and closer to her cunt. With
a whispering crackle, the first few curly hairs of her cunt burned.
The smell of singeing hair added to the smell of his beer, making the
woman gag at the smell of it.
And the pain was horrible. The heat felt as if he had dumped blazing
coals into her pussy. Rhonda shuddered, arching her spine again,
wallowing her shoulderblades against the carpeting until they reddened
from the friction. She could feel the tears flowing over her cheeks
while she begged him again to stop.
But Jim kept moving the fire over her pussy, watching the blonde hairs
blacken and burn back to her swollen cunt flesh. Pussy sweat dotted
her cuntal curls, oozing over her flesh, failing to ease the burning
pain aching through her pussy. Jim saw the slickness coating her
cuntlips and smiled more grimly than before, bringing the flame down,
down until it was nearly touching her clit. He shook out the fire,
giving the woman a reprieve.
Rhonda yammered for mercy, tugging at the line holding her bound to
the sofa behind her, her body twisting and turning while Jim struck a
third match, this time bringing the fire down to her cunt without
hesitation. She screamed, the agony racing through her like wildfire.
He had touched her clit with the fire, watching as she bounced her ass
against the floor and rolled her thighs up. Drumming her legs over the
carpeting, Rhonda shouted and screamed, her voice echoing through the
big house.
With a final gush, her pussy extinguished the flame with the thick
heavy juices. Rhonda ground her teeth together, grunting and moaning,
sobbing her agony as Jim threw the matches onto the sofa.
"Up and around!" he barked, his big hands gripping her hips and
twisting her over until Rhonda was on her knees.
Her arms were twisted painfully against one another. But that didn't
frighten her. Jim took that knife again, bringing it up against the
side of her throat and pressing it into her flesh.
"Your daughter liked this a lot. She screamed for more before I
finished with her."
"You're lying!" Rhonda screamed back, tears flowing from her eyes.
"You just watch, bitch. You just watch, and you'll find out about that
little slut you've got ... and yourself, too."
For a moment Rhonda feared her brother-inlaw would slice her throat.
Then she remembered she hadn't told him about where the certificates
were hidden. Neither, apparently, had her daughter. They were safe for
the time being, she thought, feeling the icy trail of the knife
against her flesh. And then Jim brought the blade down against her
cunt, rocking it down, pressing the sharp tip harder against her clit.
Rhonda gasped. The pressure on her cum center made a shock as sharp as
the knife itself shoot through her. She arched her spine, presenting
her cunt eagerly to Jim's stare.
"Yeah, you're just like your fuckin' daughter. Both whores," he
muttered.
The repeating touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of delight
through the woman. Rhonda became acutely conscious of the tiny slits
on her cuntlips, slits Jim cut with the tip of his knife. She found a
hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her pussy. Rhonda fought
with herself, trying to keep her mind intact while her body was racing
out of control.
Rhonda's pulse was racing like mad. Her slit cuntlips were on fire.
And there was Jim, teasing her more than ever. He dragged the tip
back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth, then
back again until the buzzing, spinning flashes of delight grew worse
and worse. And then in another moment she saw him pulling his jeans
down, shoving his hard cock forward, the salty drop of pre-cum oozing
from his piss slit setting the tiny cut in her clit on fire. It burned
like acid, and yet at the same time excited her all the more. Rhonda
rolled her hips forward, and his cockhead lodged in her cunt hole.
"Man, I've always wanted to fuck you, baby. Always fucked your sister
and kept thinkin' of you. And now I've poked mom and daughter, too!"
Rhonda could have screamed. But the perverse delight soaring through
her kept her from doing anything but grunting with delight. The long,
thick cock slipped into her cunt hole like a greased set of fingers.
Once Jim's prick went halfway into her dripping fuck-hole, he let go
of her hips and shifted his grip to her pendulous tits. His fingers
dug into her tits and kneaded at them. Rhonda felt an aching heat
burst in her nipples, telegraphing even more lust into her tormented
cunt.
How Rhonda loathed the man fucking her. But still, she couldn't help
but hunch against him even harder. The whole length of his prick was
in her pussy now, stretching her fuckchannel, churning around inside
her cunt.
"Uh, no, no!"
The teeth clamped on the nape of her neck made Rhonda throw her head
back. She raised herself on her arms a little, swiveling her ass
around. She had to feel that release now. Nothing could stop her from
wanting it. Jim's belly slapped loudly against her ass, the wiry hairs
of his cock bush scratching her asshole. The itching, burning
sensation in and around her ass drove her crazy. Rhonda shoved back
against her brother-in-law's pounding prick, wiggling her ass.
"Man, oh man!"
Jim clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Rhonda sobbed and
grunted, the combination of the stretching and gouging against her
body driving her higher and higher. She cursed and gasped, her head
rolling as she clawed at the carpeting below her. The tearing pain of
the ropes against her wrists added to the delight. She forced her
big-tipped tits against his clutching hands once more, loving the
feeling, enjoying having him fuck her this way. And then the great
blast furnace of heat stoking in her cunt exploded, sending floods of
pussy juice searing over her shrinking clit.
Rhonda let out a howl, tugging at the restraints, beating her ass
against Jim's groin as she felt him starting to fire load after hot
load of cum into her cunt. He growled and struck her, biting down
against her once more as she came and came and came.
Oh God, she thought as her climax slackened, what has become of my
daughter? Has she endured the same thing?
CHAPTER NINE
"So, you wanna see your daughter, eh? Okay, no problem," Jim said
after unfastening her wrists from the sofa.
Rhonda kept her head down, her eyes lowered, too ashamed to look him
in the face. She had shamed herself, pissing on her thighs, then
rutting like that after he had tormented her in that foul way. And now
he was taking her, naked and disgraced, to see her daughter.
"Please, just let me get dressed."
"You wanna see her? You see her like this. March, bitch!"
He pushed her forward, shoving the woman through the kitchen, past the
filthy stove and toward a large white door that was ajar. Rhonda
stopped, shrinking back. They were all the same, she thought with a
shiver. Jack, Jim. They all had their little playrooms in their
basements. She felt him gripping her just below the elbows, forcing
her down the narrow steps. As Rhonda made her way carefully down the
stairs, she knew instinctively her daughter was down there.
"Oh, my ... my God!"
She had been prepared for a shock. But she hadn't been prepared for
this!
It was Cori-or at least, she guessed it was her daughter-hanging there
from the ceiling. The girl was wearing a leather mask that fit tightly
over her face. Two small slits appeared at the center for breathing
purposes, while a zippered mouthpiece allowed Jim to open and close
the girl off as he chose. From a small eyehook sewn into the top of
the leather hood, a doublelinked chain rose to the ceiling, apparently
attached to something out of sight up there in the darkness. The chain
was taut, pulling her daughter up from the floor until just her toes
barely touched the cold concrete.
What was particularly upsetting was the long pole thrust up her
daughter's cunt. Set in a large round copper base that rested flat on
the floor, the pole was smooth, about two inches thick, and attached
to a portable generator. Cori, at times, stood higher on her tiptoes,
wriggling her hips and ass slightly, trying to screw herself up from
the pole. But it was pushed in too far, Rhonda guessed. To keep the
girl from pushing herself up from the pole with her hands, Jim had
cuffed them behind her back, the rusty steel biting into her delicate
wrists.
Jim had been telling the truth. He had had Cori in more than one way.
Rhonda felt sick, grabbing her stomach and turning away from him. It
all had to be some dreadful nightmare.
"Oh!"
There in the corner was Cindy. No hood or mask hid the young
brunette's face. She was squatting in some kind of cage, her arms
thrust back and roped behind her while her knees had been brought up
and bound to her upper arms. A rope was tightened around her throat,
pulled taut and cinched around one of the bars of the cage. Jim had
gagged his daughter with a wide piece of black leather secured at the
back of her head.
Cindy was crying, tears rushing down her pretty face as she looked at
her horrified aunt.
"My God! Why are you doing this to us?" Rhonda asked.
"The mining certificates," he said simply, one hand stretched out.
"Oh, God! Are they really that important?"
Jim shrugged, saying nothing more. He strolled to one corner of the
room, disappearing from sight for a moment.
Cindy started grunting through the gag, her eyes wide while her body
jerked from side to side. She was trying to tell Rhonda something.
Before the woman could even begin to understand what was happening,
she heard her daughter shriek through the hood. Cori's body stiffened,
bouncing up and down on the pole while her legs kicked out. Like those
of a frog. Her nipples blushed while her tits swung back and forth
against her heaving chest. It was grotesque.
Rhonda clasped her hands over her ears, dropping to her knees while
waiting for Jim to stop it. She could smell something burning, the
smell of singeing human flesh! Rhonda scrambled to her feet, rushing
to her daughter.
He was electrocuting Cori, sending currents of electricity into her
cunt as she bounced and jerked obscenely on that pole like a crazy
puppet.
"Stop it! Oh God, stop it!"
Cori's head cocked to one side. Her mother! Her mother was here,
watching her fuck herself on the pole while her cunt shivered under
the electrical attack. Cori sobbed, trying to stop what she was doing.
But the current was making her thrash and writhe against the pole as
if it were her human lover. Against her will, Cori fucked herself,
feeling the smooth rounded end nudging her womb while her clit sparked
deliciously with excitement.
Jim turned off the generator, watching as Cori's body sagged back down
toward the floor. The chain grew taut again, keeping the bottom of the
hood snug against the girl's chin and throat. Rhonda hurled herself at
Jim once more, demanding that he let her daughter go. But this time
Jim was ready, catching her by the shoulders and squeezing her so hard
she thought he was going to shatter her bones. He pushed her down,
down to the floor, his eyes blazing with a fury that she could only
think of as hellish. He looked back at Cori, then dragged Rhonda to
her feet, keeping one hand wrapped around the back of her neck.
Rhonda gagged, hardly able to breathe as she felt herself led past her
daughter and into the darkness at one end of the basement. Banging her
knees against something, she stopped, her hands jerking out and
touching something very hard and very cold.
"Inside," Jim said.
Before she could question him, Rhonda felt Jim shoving her forward.
She jerked her arms out for balance, feeling herself pitching into
space. Rhonda had managed to discern a kind of white, oblong object in
front of her, perhaps a bathtub. When she tumbled forward, her legs
leaving the floor while her arms struck something hard, the woman knew
it was indeed a tub. Tumbling in head-first, Rhonda rolled to one
side, her legs folding over one another. She scrambled halfway up, but
Jim knocked her back into the tub with a backhanded slap.
"Uhhhh!"
Rhonda fell against the back of the tub, covering her face, able to
see her daughter still impaled on the awful pole. Jim moved up to
Rhonda, standing spread-legged in front of her, blocking her view of
Cori. He unfastened his Levi's, pushing them down, then pulling off
his boots before stepping out of his jeans.
At first, Rhonda thought he was going to make her suck him off,
perhaps fuck her in this odd place. She would still keep those
certificates hidden, she thought to herself, inching away from the big
man as he rested his thighs against the top edge of the tub. They were
valuable, they had to be, considering the trouble Jim was going
through to get them. No matter what happened here, she would keep
quiet. Sooner or later they would escape, and with those certificates,
they would make a better life.
"Open wide."
"What?"
He was bending his knees slightly, holding his prick in one hand and
rolling the fat prickhead gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Rhonda looked up at her brother-in-law curiously, finding it strange
that he hadn't tried to climb into the tub or even force her head
forward. And then suddenly a hot spray of something very wet and warm
struck her squarely in the face. It took a moment before the woman
realized the spray was coming from his cock. Jim was pissing on her,
directing the stream of piss right at her nose!
"No!" she cried out.
Mortified, Rhonda started climbing from the tub once more. Jim struck
her across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the woman back
into the tub. Sobbing, feeling degraded, she shivered as she felt the
man's hot piss stinging a path along her tits, the piss splattering
over her nipples before it trickled down and gathered in a warm little
puddle at her navel. Rhonda slapped her hands back and forth as if she
could get rid of the vile-smelling piss gathering in a pool under her
ass. Jim was laughing, directing the stream up at her face once more,
trying to piss right into her mouth.
Rhonda groaned, turning her head, feeling the piss plastering down her
hair. Her ass slid back and forth on the slick, wet porcelain bottom
of the tub while his piss gurgled down the drain. Finally, the stream
of his piss stopped.
"Gone dry. But I can fix that. You stay there," he warned, pointing a
finger at her.
Rhonda didn't move an inch, shuddering with revulsion as she watched
him walk to a sink and down three glassfuls of water. He swaggered
back to the tub, covering his mouth and letting out a loud belch.
Rhonda cringed back, feeling the bile rising in her throat as Jim
stepped into the tub and braced each knee against the sides. He was
squatting, directing his big cock at her face.
"Now, open that mouth wide, or I'll send more voltage into Cori. You
thought she was dancin' before? Wait till you see ... "
"No! All right!"
Rhonda leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on her knees and
opening her mouth wide. Jim smiled with satisfaction, holding his cock
with one hand while starting to piss. Rhonda heard the first drops
spatter on the tub, then felt the warm piss start up her thighs, rush
over her belly, then finally wind up spattering against her face. He
was pissing in her mouth now, directing the yellow stream over her
teeth, onto her tongue, laughing as he watched it gurgle around like
water in a toilet before spilling over her lips and down her chin.
This time, Jim had more piss in him than before, his bladder gradually
emptying into Rhonda's open mouth. When she'd finally had all she
could take, Rhonda turned her head and gagged, spitting out the vile
piss while holding tightly onto her belly. It was all she could do to
keep from vomiting. Jim grabbed her hair and twisted it around
savagely, finishing by pissing all over her nose and eyes. He let her
go, pushing her away, then shoving one big toe into her cunt. Rhonda
jerked her hips up, shamed by the insertion, and yet feeling the
rising heat surge through her pussy. Jim laughed, fucking her with his
foot, holding onto the sides of the piss-smeared tub. The woman moved
her thighs in the opposite direction, loving the feeling, wanting
more.
"Damned slut! The more I throw at you, the more you want."
"No, no!"
Rhonda sobbed as he shoved her legs apart, his prick stiff now.
Draping her legs over either end of the tub, Jim shoved his prick in,
feeling her cuntal walls snap shut on his cock. She loved it, loved
wallowing in the piss, feeling his filthy piss staining her ass and
thighs while he fucked more and more prickmeat into her pussy.
"Uhhhh!"
Rhonda twisted her body up again, bouncing her ass, cumming hard and
fast while Jim fucked her cunt. And, as horrid as all this was, Rhonda
knew she was having one of the biggest climaxes of her life.
CHAPTER TEN
Cori had heard everything. She had heard her mother's cries, her
uncle's laughter, the sound of piss splattering against the sides of
the tub. At least, she thought it was piss splattering. Listening to
things happening through the black leather hood was difficult. With a
sigh, she let her body relax a little more, feeling the rod poking its
way gently into her pussy.
There was something pleasant about being left alone this way. Cori
felt her pussy walls snugging up teasingly against the long pole,
sucking more of it in while the hood pressed deliciously against the
sides of her face. She had countless small orgasms while her mother
thrashed wildly under her uncle's piss.
He was coming back! Cori heard her uncle stop at Cindy's cage. There
was some muffled cries, then the sound of his shuffling footsteps
resumed. He brought one hand down to Cori's hood, tightening the
leather by pulling it forward while rubbing his fingers down over her
stuffed pussy. She could feel one finger edging up to her clit,
teasing it while she felt the copper rod pushing deep into her cunt.
Uncle Jim pulled the hood from Cori's head, unfastening all the bonds
and gathering her in his arms. He raised her up, the copper tubing
sliding from her pussy. Cori looked back and saw the cunt juice
running down the pole. God, she had turned into nothing better than a
whoring slut. And he was dragging her toward her mother, who clung
uneasily to the side of the piss-stained tub. Even Cindy was looking
at her, her eyes wide with terror as Jim brought Cori to them, then
motioned for Rhonda to climb from the tub.
Cori wanted to say something to her mother. But Uncle Jim stopped her.
"Keep your mouth shut. I like it that way," he told her, taking a
small rubber ball from a nearby box and stuffing it into the girl's
mouth.
Rhonda started to complain, then shut her mouth. It would be better
for them if she said nothing, keeping quiet as she looked at her
daughter and prayed God they would be all right.
Leading Cori to one side, he sat her in a wooden chair, drawing a
broad brown leather strap over her waist and fixing it tightly. She
groaned, feeling the awkward position of her bound arms hurt her even
more than before.
"Here, stand on the chair arms like so," Jim said, patting the arm
rests of the wooden chair.
While Rhonda climbed from the tub, wishing she could wash the stinking
piss from her flesh, Jim walked to his daughter's cage, opening the
wooden gate and unfastening the bonds. Cindy shrank back from her
father's touch. But Jim yanked the reluctant girl forward and pushed
her around until she was behind Rhonda. Cori looked up and found
herself at eye-level with her mother's cunt. She could smell the
pungent aroma of hot pussy and knew immediately that Jim had fucked
her mother.
"Oh God!" Rhonda gasped.
"Now, you stick your cunt in her face. You eat it, baby, eat it out
nice and hot," he said, shoving Rhonda forward and pushing her pussy
right into Cori's mouth.
Cori gagged, the cunt hairs tickling her nose while her mother's
cuntlips flattened against her mouth. She tried twisting away, the
strong smell making her gag. But there was nothing she could do. She
felt her mother's body shiver, then realized something was making
Rhonda push forward more emphatically than before. She heard her
mother groan, feeling her cunt warming up against her mouth as she
stuck her tongue out and wriggled it up into the woman's hot, drooling
fuck-hole.
Cindy was up, pushed forward against her mother's ass and forced to
eat out Rhonda's shitter. Cori blushed, hearing her mother moaning
shamelessly, hunching against her mouth while her feet slipped
dangerously on the narrow wooden arm rests.
"That's the way, girls. Come on, eat out that pussy," Jim said with a
sharp laugh, reaching around and pushing his daughter's face deeper
into the cleavage of Rhonda's white, shivering ass.
Cori tried pulling her head away. But the strap and the bonds around
her wrists restricted her movements.
Rhonda was going a little crazy, holding her hands against her
daughter's slender shoulders while moving her hips back and forth in a
fucking movement. She was feeling two tongues eating her out, one
flicking deep into her cunt while the other was laving spit into her
asshole! Rhonda wanted to stop, but her body refused to respond to her
wishes.
"Goooooood, so goooooood!" Rhonda cried out, shocking even herself.
Never would she be able to explain to her daughter how she became so
involved in doing this, in how she grew to love bondage and pain. She
wondered as she fucked her cunt harder against Cori's nose and lips if
her daughter would understand Jack and his friends.
"Man, too bad I didn't call up my buddies,' Jim said, his prick
pressing up against the Levi's he had just drawn up. "Man, they'd make
mincemeat outta you both-fuck, all three of you, including that cunt
of a daughter of mine."
Cindy pulled back, wiping her mouth and starting to run toward the
stairs. Jim bolted after her, catching the fleeing teenager by the
right arm and wheeling her around like an old sack. She screamed, her
legs tangling up with one another. Losing her balance, she pitched
forward, doing a half-roll before crashing against the floor. Cindy
shrieked, rolling head over heels until she crashed to a rest against
the old tub.
Rhonda looked at the unconscious girl through lust-glazed eyes,
breathing heavily while still hunching her cunt up against her
daughter's face. She should have felt horror, compassion, empathy. But
all she felt now was more lust surging through her pussy, firing her
up until her nipples seemed to be glowing like two embers while her
clit throbbed against Cori's lapping tongue.
"The certificates, bitch!" Jim shouted, aroused by his daughter's
fall.
He grabbed Rhonda around the waist and hauled her away from the chair
kicking and screaming, her fists beating at him. He hauled her off to
another chair, slamming her into it and drawing it with loud scraping
sounds toward her daughter. Cori shook her head, crying out to her
mother while Uncle Jim carelessly roped Rhonda's wrists to the broken
wooden arm rests.
"No, Mama, no! He told me about this. Run!" Cori screamed as she
thrashed against the chair.
Rhonda watched as Jim worked quickly, unraveling a nest of wires, then
pulling them free. More electricity!
She managed to wrestle one arm free, the ropes cutting . her flesh
painfully. Jim was attaching the clips onto her daughter's nipples,
tugging at them, pulling them nearly from her tits while Cori
shrieked, her head jerking crazily. She yammered loudly again, her
legs kicking against the stool as Rhonda tore through the bonds, her
wrists dripping with blood.
Lurching forward, the woman grabbed a fistful of wires, holding them
taut, and twisting them quickly around Jim's neck. She had no idea
where the strength came from that surged through her slender frame as
she choked him, dragging the gagging man back toward her chair.
"Uhhhhghghg!"
He was helpless! After all this, now he was finally helpless! She felt
his body twitching, his hands jerking back for her. But something
surged through her again, giving her the strength of ten as she choked
the air from his lungs. In a moment, Jim lay limp, his eyes rolled
into his head.
"Mama, don't kill him! Just get us out of here!" Cori screamed.
It was all Rhonda could do to keep from finishing the job, but she
rushed to her daughter and freed her, then pulled Cindy up from the
side of the tub, helping her toward the stairs.
"Don't worry, honey. We're gonna make sure he never touches you
again," Rhonda said soothingly as the three battered women staggered
up the stairs without looking back.
* * *
Much time had passed since Rhonda's visit to the farm. She had thought
that with proper counseling she and her daughter would forget and
overcome what they had experienced. But even with the new rush of
money they received-the certificates were incredibly valuable, as Jim
had guessed-nothing could stifle the raging fire in her body and, as
it turned out, in her daughter's.
While Cindy preferred to leave the city and live with relatives while
Jim quietly resumed his life alone in the country, Cori and Rhonda
finally gave in to the perverse desires that had been lurking in the
backs of their minds all the time.
Jack and his friends were pleased ...
"So, a mother-daughter team. Man!" Jack said, wiping one big hand over
his mouth. "I never would've believed this would happen. But hell, I'm
all for it!"
The others agreed, looking on with pleasure as Rhonda hung from the
ceiling, her arms stretched high above her head, with the iron cuffs
cutting once again into her wrists. Her muscles bulged against her
flesh while her tits were pulled flat against her heaving chest.
Standing in front of her, a riding crop in one hand was Cori, her
daughter. Rhonda looked down pleadingly, her ass scarred with red
crisscross marks, evidence of a recent beating.
Cori's nostrils were flared while her eyes were wide with arousal. The
men could see how red and swollen her cuntlips were while juice
frothed from her fuck-hole and dotted her curly blonde pussy hairs.
Cori moved around to her mother's front, jabbing the crop against
Rhonda's pussy and watching the woman's legs kick outward. Then she
stepped back, bringing the leather whip back, then crashing the thongs
hard against Rhonda's upper thighs.
The woman shrieked, feeling the hot sting of the crop biting into her
white flesh. Her body jiggled against the overhead chains while she
swayed from side to side. Again, the crop flayed over her thighs,
threatening to peel the skin off.
"Okay, baby-now the two of you get it."
Cori groaned as they wrestled the crop from her, shoving the teenager
back against the wall where four iron rings for her wrists and ankles
lay open, ready for use.
Yes, Rhonda thought, watching Gus and Jack jerk her daughter up
against the rough cinderblocks and pin her down like an insect, she
and Cori had finally found something to do together. It was, she
thought wryly as the cuffs pulled her shoulders nearly out of joint,
something most families wouldn't do. But then again, she and Cori
weren't most families. They were rich now, and they could do as they
pleased.
"Oh God, no! Fuck, fuck!" Cori screamed from the wall as the men
yanked on her cuntal hairs and bit hard into her tits.
Yes, it would be fun to finally do things with her daughter. And
perhaps, in time, with Jim.
THE END
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