A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South America jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved sexual acts. Such behavior would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the U.S.A.
For the young mother and daughter in this novel, they have already accepted and adjusted to their world of sexuality. Yet, they are given an insight into another side of sex-into the dark world where souls mix pleasure with pain, agony with ecstasy, delight with domination.
CHAINED DAUGHTER, ROPED MOTHER deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure-we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Angie pulled at the ropes twisted around her wrists, feeling the rough hemp rubbing chafingly against her flesh as she licked her dry lips. Joe Gantner was on top of her, his fingers pressed hard against her upper arms while his donkey-sized cock brushed teasingly against her inner thighs. Roped and raped! The two words clattered about her whirling mind as she twisted and writhed atop the wrinkled, sweaty top sheets.
"Gonna fuck you good, Mrs. Barrington. Gonna fuck you 'til you can't stand it anymore."
Angie felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Joe blew softly into the waxy canal. He was whispering things to her ... things he was going to do to her that made her shiver with terror and excitement. Oh, how alive her body was to his touch. The woman quivered when she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against her pussy mound. It had been so long, so very long since someone had fucked her. And now he was doing it this way-ropes twisted around her hands, her arms drawn back over her head and affixed to the headboard! Another thrill of chilly sexual heat rippled up her spine, making Angie curl her back and tighten her ass-cheeks. The bedsprings groaned as the hot woman twisted from side to side, juice oozing from her fuckslot like lava from a volcano.
"Ohhhhhh, please..."
Please what? Please fuck her? Yes, that's what the delivery man was doing. She had been waiting for him. Only now Angie realized just how long she had been waiting for him this morning, sitting there nervously tapping her fingers along the edge of her empty coffee cup, staring out at the empty backyard, waiting for the sound of his car as it neared her back door with the groceries she had Ordered. Her daughter, Cindy, was at school and wouldn't be home for nearly five hours. It hadn't taken long for Joe to make his move, especially with Angie standing there in a sheer white silky bathrobe that revealed all her attractive curves.
"Baby, baby..."
Where was he going? Angie felt the bed sagging, felt Joe sliding off the mattress. Opening her eyes, she watched as he rummaged through her bureau. Was he going to rob her? After she had fallen into his arms, Angie said something about being tied up, wanting to feel overpowered, mastered by a man. Joe had taken the hint and had found several pieces of rope in the kitchen drawers, roping several figure-eight knots around the blonde woman's wrists and binding them to the Spanish style headboard behind her. That, Angie thought, would be that. But apparently Joe had other plans.
"You know, been deliverin' groceries like this for over a month now," he muttered, his paw-like hands sifting through Angie's silken under things. "Ever since I got laid off at the Kaiser steel plant there in Fontana. Seen lots of you cunts give me the eye. But there ain't been nothin' like you, baby. And I'm gonna have my fill of it today."
Angie lay breathless, her nostrils burning with each gasp she inhaled. How tight her chest was! How dry her throat and mouth were, nearly cracking with the lack of moisture as a sheen of perspiration glowed over her smooth, white body. Angie was more aware than ever of the ropes holding her in place. She watched as more of her underpanties and bras came flying from the bureau.
Oh, how handsome Joe was-tall, dark hair, eyebrows that nearly met over his long straight nose! He reminded her of those fierce Turk warriors who used to crash into villages at the turn of the century and kill all the men, finishing up their terrible tasks by raping the women to death. Yes, the thought of having Joe rape her to death made Angie tremble even more with excitement. She let out another shivery moan, pulling at the ropes until she could feel a shock of pain race up and down her bound arms. "Yeah, this'll do it."
Joe turned around, a pair of pantyhose and a silken belt in one hand. Angie didn't dare ask what was going to happen. She felt him gripping her ankles with both hands, holding them together and pulling them back until her toes were touching the smooth, rounded bottoms of her naked ass. He told her not to move or she'd get slapped. There was an edge to his voice that told Angie he meant business.
"Oh, no, I won't ... I promise," she whispered, her heart beating so hard, the woman thought it would rip through her chest!
"Damn bitch ... movin' that ass around all the time like you were wantin' it. I know that kinda cunt, man. You're a cock-tease, pretendin' you've got a hot pussy when all you want to do is fuck up my head," Joe said through his clenched teeth, wrapping the silken belt around her ankles. Angie winced as the silk cut into her flesh. He was tying her far too tight for this to be considered comfortable. But again, the woman thought better about complaining. Joe was off on some terrible tangent, and the woman guessed he would become more ferocious if she were to make a sound.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned quietly.
Joe was tugging the silk more tightly around her ankles, twisting the material around and around, binding the ends together in a square knot.
"Yeah, Goddamned cunts, teasin' a guy with their pussies and asses, then not puttin' out. Well," Joe said, laughing softly under his breath as he reached down and picked up the pantyhose, "you're gonna put out like you ain't fucked before, lady."
He was drawing her legs back a little farther. Angie groaned, pressing her head into the pillow behind her as she felt the tension become uncomfortable around her thighs and lower back. He was bending her into a U, pressing her toes against her lower spine. Angie tried squirming around to find a more comfortable position. But it was impossible!
She was on her right side now, Joe attaching the pantyhose to her bound ankles, then drawing the silk up, up to her wrists. In a moment he had affixed the stretched silky material to one of the headboard columns, reaching down and gripping her jutting hipbones with both hands and rolling her back on her ass.
"Ohhhhh ... oh, God!"
How her knees ached from the awkward position, her toenails digging into her spine, her thighs tense, spread widely apart, her arms hurting from this bondage. Angie winced again, her muscles knotting as ripples of excitement and fear rushed through her. She had never been put in such a helpless position. Again, the woman tugged at the ropes, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead while a trickle of sweat oozed from under her arms. She could feel the sheets gathering up under her ass as Joe towered over her, his fingers rubbing together, a twisted, sick smile spreading over his lips. There was a strange light in his blue eyes.
"Bitch ... a good-lookin' woman, but still a Goddamned fuckin' bitch," Joe whispered, rubbing his nose with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Oh, he was so big, so very big. And how she had wanted to have that feeling again, that sensation of being spread open by a cock, of being really fucked by a man! And how close it had seemed to come true when this hunky, young delivery man came by.
"Oh, please, just fuck me ... just..."
Her words trailed off in a hushed whisper as her forehead wrinkled with pain. Joe was reaching down now, pinching her rubbery nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. Angie arched her back, jerking her head back into the crushed pillow, curling her toes until they cramped.
"Eagggygyghghhgg!" she squealed, her titmounds jiggling like pudding on her heaving chest. Again, the headboard clattered angrily, small hairline cracks appearing in the blue plaster. Joe laughed, squeezing harder, then he tugged at the ropes holding her wrists bound together. The added tension made her wrists ache even more. And he was cinching the rope more tightly, cutting circulation off to her fingers. Angie snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat and face as the pain increased, drowning out the pleasure she had been feeling for a moment.
He was squeezing both nipples now, his fingers tearing at the nubs, the nails scraping at her sensitive tit flesh while his fat prick stood straight out from his hairy groin. Again and again, Angie screamed, the pain stabbing into her like broken shards of glass! She let out a gasp of air, sucking in another with a noisy rasp. Tears blurred her vision, trickling from under her long lashes as Joe gave another savage twist to her nipples.
"No, ohhhhh ... oooowwwwww!"
He was sucking her right nipple now, squeezing her other tit with one hand while chewing down on the hard little nub with those square white front teeth! The biting, the nibbling, was sending more shivers of fear and sexual heat through the bound woman. It was a nightmare, a horrible, wonderful nightmare that sent terror knifing through the helpless blonde again and again. This was no dream, however. Angie was beginning to know Joe's brutality, a kind of suppressed anger that was exploding again and again. He would fuck her. But oh, what a road she would have to travel to earn that joy!
"No ... no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as his biting became savage.
"Shaddup!"
Joe jerked his head up quickly, shaking the long black hair from his eyes. Angie watched him, watched with rounded horrified eyes as he snapped his right hand up, the fingers spread widely apart, casting a long black shadow over her body. He was going to hit her! She saw the dark blue veins standing out against his hairy arm flesh, saw the slight tremble of excitement in his hand. Then the big paw came down in a broad arc, cutting through the air, making a low whooshing sound before it smashed into the right side of her head.
"Ughghghghhhh..."
The force of that blow snapped Angie's skull to the left, cramping her neck muscles. The effect was stunning, knocking her nearly unconscious. For a moment the woman felt the world sinking away in a black tar, a buzzing sound rattling about in her head. Then reality trickled back in, the reality of the hemp cutting into her wrists, the reality of the silken pantyhose holding her legs back in that awkward position, and the reality of Joe kneeling over her, threatening her once more with his hand.
"You gonna stop screamin' out, or am I gonna have to knock you out?"
"No, no," she whispered hastily, blinking away the tears blurring her vision. "I promise ... I promise I won't shout."
She could tell he was enjoying this tremendously. He liked watching her tremble like this, helplessly begging him not to hurt her. She was whimpering softly again, whimpering like a kicked, frightened puppy, and feeling just about as helpless. Joe stood back a bit, letting her cry for a moment. But she could feel the excitement building in the room quickly, and knew Joe could also. He raised his hand again, spreading the fingers widely apart. Angie shrank back as best she could, shaking her head back and forth, not believing he was going to strike her again.
"Oh, no, no!"
Down came the hand again as she tried flattening herself against the wall. The sounds of the crashing slap and her quavering outcry were muffled by the thick walls of the small bedroom. The hand came back, the knuckles bruising her chin, knocking more wind and sense out of her.
"Now, for a real fuckin', baby..."
Only now was Angie aware of the sexual thrill building in her hot, fuzzy cunt mound. She was wet, wetter than she had ever been before. And it was all due to him, due to the rough way he had been handling her, knocking her about with his hands, binding her up in those ropes and belts and pantyhose!
"Fuck..."
She repeated the word, feeling her body coiling and tensing like an over-wound spring. Angie sobbed, sobbed in fear, and sobbed with the secret excitement throbbing through her body. She could feel her pussy swelling open, feel the sexy, subtle rub of her swelling cunt lips as they folded over one another and slipped back and forth, up and down with the tiny jerking movements she was making with her thighs. Joe saw the movement and smiled even more. He knew he had reached the woman. They were cut from the same cloth, both wanting, needing this kind of excitement for their fucking.
"Fuckin', baby, fuckin'..."
Angie was dizzy with lust and fright. She felt the big hands spreading her thighs farther apart, her pussylips pulling stickily apart, more juice drooling from her fuckslot and soaking down her cunt hairs. Joe kept talking about how his cock was going to feel inside her as he leaned forward, his prickhead pressing up against her cunt lips. Again, Angie felt the tiny muscles down there tensing, cramping with that tingle, taking her breath away! She moved her head from side to side, her breathing becoming hard and raspy once more while her fingers curled around the chafing ropes. Joe was bending completely over her now, his fingers digging into her upper arms until they left light blue bruises on her flesh. She could feel his breath pumping against her throat as his prick shoved up against her cunt once more.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you're hot, real hot," he said, reaching down with one hand to press her pussy with his fingers. She felt the knuckles brushing up against her cuntcrack, pushing past her outer pussylips, touching the soft, silky flesh of her cunt throat. He drew that hand back up and took a sniff, his eyes lighting up. "Yeahhhh, good hot pussy!" He taunted her by making her smell her own juices.
"Noooo..." Angie groaned, turning her head away and closing her eyes. Oh, she was so hot, so very hot! And the way the juice was running from her, she sensed she was very close to that mind-bending climax. The springs groaned again as she twisted in her bonds, tugging at the restraining ropes behind her.
"And you're gonna really blow when I get through with you."
With that he threw himself down onto her, his fingers clawing her thighs, sliding up to her ribs, cupping her tits and squeezing hard once more. She felt her nipples popping up between his knuckles as his lips slid around her throat, sucking her throat. She wanted him, wanted him all over her. As her terror mounted, so did her lust. She could feel his sweat flowing down her juice. That sudden sensation was as powerful as the blows he had struck her with earlier. It knocked the wind from her. Gasping for air, the woman twisted around to the left, flexing her thighs, jerking her ass up, pressing her belly up against Joe's in a silent plea for that wonderful long, hard prick of his.
"Yeah, go for it, baby. Come on," he groaned, biting her earlobes. "Come on and go for it, fuck it out."
"Fuck ... fuck..."
She wanted his mouth on her thighs, sucking her pussy, everywhere. Angie didn't care about propriety, about her daughter, about anything except the aching tingle driving her up the wall. She even thought of his teeth biting her clit, tearing at it as they had torn at her nipples and shivered with ecstasy.
"Stupid bitch ... thinkin' only about fuckin', I bet ... all your Goddamned useless life, all you wanna do is fuck."
"Not true," Angie protested. But at this point she couldn't think straight at all. Perhaps she had been nothing but a fucking machine, the truth only coming out now.
' 'Eayyayghghghhhh!"
The woman's thoughts were interrupted when Joe slid his right hand down, jamming his palm between her legs, forcing them more widely apart. He was cupping her cunt mound, stroking her clit with his thumb. Angie thought she was going to lose her mind! Slivers of excitement sliced through her body while stars exploded behind her eyes! She threw her head back, cords sticking from her neck while muscles bulged, rippling her sweat-dampened flesh. Without thinking, the frantic woman shoved her hips up, feeling his thumb penetrate her cunt.
"Yeahhhh..." Joe grunted, satisfied with her performance. Moving the thumb around, he pushed in again at a forty-five-degree angle, finding her swollen clit, then crushing it under his jagged nail. It was at this point that Angie screamed, jerking her head from side to side, feeling as if she were suffering the torments of the damned!
"Yagggghhghghhhh!"
She was panting now, the veins in her neck distended, a pulse throbbing in her forehead. The woman fought back to keep from shouting once more. Joe twisted that awful thumb around again, then pulled his hand away. It came from her fuck-hole, making a soft, sucking noise.
"Goin' in, bitch. Goin' in, just like you wanted me to when you opened the fuckin' back door today," Joe whispered, knocking her knees apart and mounting her. At last! At long last!
CHAPTER TWO
He struck her again, this time with his other hand, the knuckles crashing across her right cheek. Angie screamed, wishing she could hide from the man, and yet at the same time wanting to throw herself on top of him and fuck her pussy until it came and came. Joe was prying her apart with rough fingers, knocking her knees open, then leaning forward, his hands braced on either side of her body. Angie shut her eyes a third time, tears oozing from under her closed lids. Her mouth was a tight scar as she tightened her jaw, biting her lower lip. Spasms of wild lust burned at her clit as the fires of incredible goodness licked teasingly up her thighs. Joe held her down, his double-lobed purple prickhead drooling cockjuice, touching the tip of her clit, rubbing against it again and again and sending bolts of electricity stabbing into her gut. Angie never thought she could feel sensations like these whirling around in her brain! The woman was sobbing uncontrollably now, pulling at the ropes around her wrists, wishing she could hold onto Joe, drag him closer, screw her pussy onto his prick hard and pound herself into an exploding climax! Yes, she wanted to cum, wanted to climax with that animal inside her, ravaging her!
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned.
He was inside her now, his fat prick spreading her slick cunt walls apart. Angie curled her spine, wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress as inch after thick, throbbing inch of prickmeat squeezed into her. The woman cried out loudly, feeling the juice dribbling out around the sides of Joe's cock-meat, trickling down into her asscrack. The feeling of his hard prick burrowing into her, spreading her open as she had never been before, sent shock wave after shock wave through her cunt, into her tits, into her belly, making her head throb.
Her tiny cunt muscles were squeezing hard against that invader, clutching at it, milking and gumming his nine-inch cockshaft while his balls dragged over her cunt lips.
"Good fuckin' ... good piece of ass," Joe commented with a gasp, shifting his thighs from side to side so Angie could feel his cock working inside her.
"Ohhhh!" Angie gasped.
She responded with a counter movement, increasing the sensation of his prick-thrusts tenfold. Joe closed his eyes and shivered for a moment, his fingers tensing around her thin upper arms. She could feel his cock vibrating inside her, actually swelling up more and more. Oh, he was as hot as she was! They were both close, so very, very close. "Fuck it, baby!"
And then he fucked her harder, faster! And as he raped her, thrusting his cockmeat skillfully into her pussy, the scalding pain corkscrewed into something better, something far greater than pain. As he rode her, his knees banging against hers, Angie tightened up, grinding her hips up as best she could. The cramps she felt before from the bent-back position of her legs disappeared as he collided with her again and again, their bodies making slick clicking noises that mixed with her groans and cries. Angie could only think of her body now, think of the dreadful itching, aching need that rocketed higher and higher with each passing second.
"Fuck ... oh, fuck!" she cried, licking her lips, jerking her torso up and down, up and down, feeling her pussy stretch tantalizingly around his pile driving prickmeat. He slammed into her hard this time, his hips bruising hers, his knees jerking against hers. She felt his mouth cover her lips, his tongue driving in between her teeth. Desperate, the woman sucked at it, spit gurgling out from between their lips and dribbling down her throat. Ohhh, he was cumming! Angie could feel the first bursts of jizz burning into her pussy, scalding the convulsing slick walls of her cunt. She cried out, wishing she could wrap her legs around his ass and pound his kidneys with the balls of her feet. Oh, how good it was to feel his prick jerking around inside her, feel these hot spurs of jizz spattering against her cunt walls, then dribble from her fuck-hole and trickle down her ass-cheeks! It had been so long since she'd had this feeling. And somehow the ropes, the bonds, even the curses and slaps were an added spice that increased the sensations stabbing and crashing against her all the more!
"Yagghghfhhfh ... uhhhhhhh!"
A blinding flash of light exploded in her head as the warming glow between her legs flashed into an all-consuming bushfire! Again and again, the fire raged, singeing her clit, burning into her cunt and exploding with a nova-like fury in her belly and brain. Angie tried screaming. But her choked, croaking sobs were lost under Joe's obscenities. Her face blanching, her throat ribbed with her veins and cords, the woman bucked and thrashed as wave after wave of climax exploded in her.
When it was over, Angie sagged in her bonds, her arms hurting her terribly, her thighs aching from the bent-back state while the ropes and pantyhose seemed to be cutting into her flesh like razor blades. Now that the lust had ebbed for a moment, Angie felt the pain and discomfort of her position all the more.
Joe was pulling out of her, shivering as his softening prick slipped from her pursed-out cunt lips. More jizz dribbled from her fuck-hole, wetting down her cum-streaked ass-cheeks.
"Had enough, Mrs. Barrington?" he asked in a mockingly formal tone. Joe was wiping his prick with one of the pair of panties he'd thrown from the bureau earlier. "You wanna get untied and get ridda me? That's what most of you broads like doin' ... hot to trot, then after you cum, you can't-wait to shove me out the door. Kinda embarrassin' havin' some ex-steel worker and a delivery boy fuckin' you.-What're the neighbors gonna say, right?"
He narrowed his eyes, a taut smile crossing his face as Angie lay there staring unblinkingly at him. What he said was true. Now that the edge had been taken from her, she thought of her daughter, of her friends, of the idea that Joe was here still and could do what he wanted without any interference on her part. Good lord! He could rob her and even kill her! That thought flashed on her mind, although Angie did all she could to dismiss it.
" 'Course, you could pray 'til I get hard again, then fuck you outta your mind. Yeah,"
Joe said, scratching his stubbly beard thoughtfully and smiling more broadly at the cringing blonde woman. "Gonna fuck you again ... and again and again 'til you bleed. And then you're gonna be beggin' me for my prick."
"No, oh, no, please, Joe, just let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just don't hurt me anymore," Angie rattled, her brain freezing at the thought of being raped like this any more. Her muscles were cramping more, and a dull, throbbing ache was starting to form around the base of her neck and spine. Thoughts of her daughter coming home early and discovering the two of them like this made her sick to her stomach. Maybe she should offer him money, anything, just as long as he let her go. How could she have exposed herself to this?
"Yeah, then you're gonna call up and tell my boss how I fucked you, right?"
A sneer replaced that knowing smile. Angie's eyes rounded, her gaze shifting to that offending right hand. She thought he was going to use it on her again, strike her into semi-consciousness and then do God only knew what.
"You ain't gonna do anything like that, baby," Joe said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Pushing strands of his black hair from his eyes he leaned forward and rubbed his callused fingers up and down the edges of her cunt lips, picking up some of the mixture of her cunt-juice and his cum and smearing it over her lips. Angie instinctively licked at the liquid, tasting the salty, bleachiness of it, wondering what he was going to do next. She shifted her ass a little to the right, trying to ease the aching pressure in her thigh.
Joe slipped off the bed once more, his semi-limp prick dangling invitingly from his hairy crotch. She watched as he bent over, his washboard belly heaving up and down while his thickly muscled thighs rippled at each movement. Even now, even as she faced the possibility of more pain, of more degradation, Angie couldn't help but admire the man who had fucked her. All these years of waiting for someone like Joe had been worth the frustration she had suffered. The tingle that had driven her to this man was coming back after ten minutes of relaxation. Joe had disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear him rattling around in the back. In a moment she saw his long shadow cross the bedroom doorway threshold. He was standing there, his cock starting to get long and thick again. For a moment her mind blurred at the thought of enduring another fucking from this sex-crazed maniac. She closed her eyes, feeling the tickling, burning aching itch grow worse. It was back again, taking away her strength, making her tremble. Her cunt was feeling very hot and wet once more. When she moved her ass slightly, she could feel the slick surfaces rubbing together, could feel those tiny muscles that had cramped down again on nothingness. Angie almost laughed at her reaction. She was no teenager who was going to get fucked for the first time. And yet, tied up this way, helpless and bound, the woman felt feelings she hadn't sensed for nearly twenty years. Gasping, she flushed red with embarrassment, ashamed to show her lust, and yet unable to control it. He had fucked her only minutes before. And there she was rutting like some barnyard animal in front of him, her juices washing away his jizz from her pussy.
"You're juicin' again, baby. Man," Joe said, shaking his head as his eyes studied the woman's fat, bloated cunt lips flecked with diamond-like drops of pussyjuice. "I don't think I ever saw a bitch like you!"
Angie shuddered at her own rising sexuality, at the sight of Joe's rising prick. She could almost feel it rubbing against her cunt lips, his balls flattening out against her thighs as his fingers held her prisoner against the groaning mattress. It was at this point Angie's gaze moved to his right hand and saw a small blue box of something peeking out from between his fat fingers. Matches! He was holding a box of stick matches, the ones she had had on the stove for the past year in case the pilot light burned out. Joe saw the movement of her eyes and smiled more broadly, pulling the box out in full view.
"See it, baby? You see what I got here?"
He held the box up in front of his eyes, pushing the center portion open. Several red-tipped matches spilled onto the carpeted floor, rolling away from his feet. Angie cringed once more, not knowing for certain what he was going to do but feeling they were about to cross some new threshold, one she might find more terrifying than anything she had encountered before.
"Matches!" Angie gasped, her forehead wrinkling, her flesh tingling with fear and excitement.
"Right, baby," Joe said, sniggering as he pulled one out, snapped the box shut and drew the red tip across the flinty side of the container. There was a bright yellow explosion of color, then the instant smell of burning sulphur. Angie wrinkled her nose, her eyes wide and round as they took in the bright red flame rising from the wooden stick. "You know, your nipples are about the same color as the fire?"
"They are?" she gasped, watching as Joe began walking toward her. He stopped at one edge of the bed, holding the burning match as if it were a funeral torch. The smell of the burning sulphur and wood grew stronger as a tinny blue trail of smoke curled up to the ceiling from the match. Joe's face took on a threatening, hellish appearance from the glow of the flame.
"Yeah, just about the same color. Let's have a close look see."
Angie started to scream, her lips twisting open as a rush of air escaped over the front teeth. He had dropped the match onto her right nipple, the rounded bottom of the flame barely touching the sensitive rubbery flesh. Perspiration broke out on her skin as if to extinguish the flame singeing her nipple. The torments of hell seemed concentrated on that one tit tip. Angie finally found her voice, screaming again and again, curling her fingers and stabbing the nails against her wrists as she jerked and twitched against the restraining ropes.
He had closed the windows before fucking her the last time. But surely someone would hear her, would call the police, would do something to stop this horrible hell-fire torture she was enduring.
"How about this one?"
Joe's face remained quiet, a slight twitch of his left cheek being the only thing that indicated his true arousal.
"Agghrhrhghghh..."
He was burning her left nipple now, the flame licking down onto the top of that half-inch-long tit tip. The woman was frantic, twisting her body to the left, pushing back with the tips of her toes while rocking her hips and torso away from the match.
"Damn!" he cursed.
In his excitement, Joe had forgotten how short the matchstick was. He winced, frowning, shaking his right hand rapidly to put out the flame. Angie sighed, her muscles relaxing, her ass flattening against the mattress. For a moment, anyway, the pain and fear were gone. But the cracking sound of sulphur igniting once more, the pungent aroma drifting into her nostrils, the flickering bright light coming from the corner told Angie her ordeal was far from over.
"There," Joe said with some satisfaction, dropping one hand to his crotch and giving his semi-rigid prick a soft tug while moving the burning match between Angie's legs.
Raising her head from the pillow, the woman looked between her high-riding tits and saw the match drop down to her left thigh.
Immediately, Angie felt the warming fire singe the fine hairs on her legs. Joe was humming a country-western song softly, his eyes focused on her reddening flesh.
"Feel good and warm, baby? You dig it?"
Time and time again, Joe passed the flame over her thighs, making Angie groan, making her twist around, making her beg for him to stop the pain, to take the fire away from her injured flesh. But Joe ignored her, still humming that awful tune, moving the match up, up along her tendon-ridged thigh toward her cunt. Was he going to burn her pussy? Was he going to set her cunt hairs on fire?
"No, don't! Oh, God, God, lie's going to burn me! Oh, God, someone save me!"
Angie was crying out in earnest now, screaming for help, praying someone outside would hear her, would call the police and have them stop this sex scene that had gone too far!
"Damn it!"
Again, Joe had burned himself-with the match. Shaking it free of his fingers, he raised his right hand, again about to slap her into submission. Thinking twice about it, however, he laughed, that horrible cruel edge cutting through his laughter and making Angie tremble. Looking around, he caught sight of the white cotton Jockey shorts he had slipped off earlier.
"This is one way to shut you up, baby."
Reaching down with one hand, the big stud scooped up his briefs, wadding them into a tightly packed small ball, then stretching his free hand forward and gripping Angie's long blonde hair. He yanked back hard, tugging the strands until they nearly ripped from their roots. The woman screamed again, shrieking past soprano. That was what Joe wanted. Pressing the cotton shorts into a tighter ball still he jammed them between her lips, stuffing them in as far as he could in spite of Angie's frantic cries. The elastic band and piss-flap pried her mouth open, keeping her teeth from biting down on his working fingers. In the end it was like having a tennis ball shoved down her throat! Angie tried pushing the briefs from her mouth with the tip of her tongue. But Joe had shoved the things in too deeply. All her cries were now reduced to muffled choked groans. Satisfied he had gagged her sufficiently, Joe went back to his opened box of stove matches, drawing out a third and striking it against the edge of the container. Another flame flashed out. And once again he moved the burning match over to her pussy, letting the flame warm her flesh, reddening a long red path up the inside of her left thigh up to her cunt lips, "Uhhfhfhfhhfhhff!" she growled.
Angie jerked and twisted in her bonds, her muscles cramping, bulging against her sweaty flesh as the flame drew closer to her pussy. She looked down with horrified, wide eyes and watched as some of her blonde cunt hairs singed black under the flaming onslaught, curling back. The smell of burning hair filled the air around them, sickening the woman. She tried screaming out, her attempts making her throat choke tight and grow sore. Spittle oozed down her throat, threatening to choke her. And still that flame burned her. She could feel the warmth curling into her pussy, sliding into her like a thick flicking tongue. No, no, she couldn't have that kind of image, not that kind of image when he was threatening to burn her, to destroy her pussy!
There were the whispery crackling sounds of more cunt hairs falling victim to the flame. Then Joe dropped the match into her fuckslot. There was a chilling, electrifying sensation that made her knees jerk apart and sent bolts of wild excitement shattering into her brain. There was a distinct hissing sound, the sound of that fire being extinguished by Angie's hot, flowing juices. Joe laughed, pulling the match from her shuddering cunt lips.
"You're my kinda woman, baby. The more I throw out at you, the more you want. Christ, you'd probably take on a football team if you could. But," he added, throwing the box of matches back on the floor, "you're gonna have to be satisfied with just me for a while."
"Mfmmfmfmfffff!"
He was rubbing her cunt again, smoothing his fingers over her singed pussylips, drawing more and more pleasure from them while his prick hardened to its full length and thickness.
"Two fucks in a row ... and this close, man. Christ, you're turnin' me on, bitch. And I dig it," Joe growled, settling back down onto her. Crying through the spitty gag, Angie wanted to tell him how she, too, was turned on, how good it was having him do all this to her and fuck her as well!
CHAPTER THREE
Joe was straddling her now, his knees pressing against the sides of her body, his hands moving her tits in against each other as he rocked his ass back and forth. She could feel the hot, hard rubbery slide of his cock as it slipped over her tits, rubbing up against her injured nipples. He was making odd grunting sounds, his head tilted back, his eyes shut as his balls dragged over her upper belly. Angie could almost feel the burning warmth of the matches as the big stud rubbed his prick back and forth, back and forth, the touch of his cockmeat making her nipples tingle with lust.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhh, baby, yeahhhh," he groaned, opening his eyes and looking heavy-lidded down at the helpless, gagged blonde. He paused in his rocking movements, taking in the sight of Angie roped in that obscene position. "Man, you got me so fuckin' hot, I could cum right now. But that ain't gonna happen."
He closed his eyes again, his body shivering as Joe made an obvious and successful attempt to keep from blowing his wad into her face. Angie groaned through the shorts, feeling the cotton tickling the back of her throat. She coughed, trying to swallow the excess saliva that was backing up dangerously in her throat.
It was getting so hot in her cunt, and the juices seemed to flow without ebbing.
"Ohhhh baby, you're gonna take it now," Joe groaned, rubbing his fingers over his fat, meaty knob.
Angie lay there quietly, her clit burning and throbbing like a glowing lump of coal. Joe slipped both hands under her ass, his fingers cupping her ass-cheeks, working them like two soft lumps of clay. That subtle movement made her cunt lips rub against one another, touching her clit, at times. Angie groaned through the cotton, her teeth chattering as she felt herself staggering closer toward climax. His prick was inching back, back past her cunthole while his knees slipped under her ass and spread her body open even more.
"Ngnnfnnffffff!" she gasped.
Another series of cramps, these making her spine feel as if it were going to snap in two. How her body burned with passion once more! How she wanted to feel Joe spreading her cunt open once more with his prick. But what was he doing sliding that thing past her dripping pussy-hole! Every nerve ending in her cunt was standing up on end, sputtering with electricity, waiting to be touched, to be rubbed by the stud's fat prick. And yet there he was, holding her open, his fingers pressing outward now and sinking slightly into her resilient ass-flesh.
In a moment Angie guessed what was going to happen. She felt his prickhead rubbing up against the wrinkled, puckered flesh of her ass-hole. Joe moved one finger tentatively around to her shitter, feeling with the callused tip to make sure he was in the right position.
"Nnfnfnnff ... noooo!"
Her voice was hard, cracked, muffled behind those jammed-in pair of Jockey shorts. He was going to fuck her in the ass!
"You got it baby!" Joe said, noticing the stare she was giving him. His thick lips sneered down at her once again. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my prickmeat, man. When I get through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week!"
Again Angie cried through the gag, jerking her arms against the ropes, feeling them cut even deeper. The cramps in her legs and thighs were getting worse as she struggled helplessly against his prickhead. But he was hunching into her, her thighs now resting against the tops of his legs, his prick a straight fleshy beam at a ninety-degree angle to her shitter. The woman could feel the slippery warmth of his cockhead shoving up against her tight, puckered ass-hole. The pressure was getting more and more intense. Joe was only toying with her now. But she knew in a few seconds he would be playing for real. She felt his fingers drawing slowly up the swollen, outer fringes of her cunt lips, teasingly inching toward her clit, only to slip away. She could feel her pussy moving, shuddering with lust and frustration as she thought of the fat prick that would be in her ass-hole instead of her cunt.
"Nnnnfnffffff!"
Angie bit down hard on the shorts, jerking her head from side to side. The pressure had taken on a more painful concentration now as Joe began fucking her. She could feel his double-flanged, meaty cockhead slipping past the grayish pink flesh of her ass-hole, spreading it apart, puckering it in. The pain became awful. Her head throbbed. A pulse leaped at her throat as once again Angie screamed past the spit-soaked gag, pulling her arms so hard the tendons bulged against her flesh. Please stop, she prayed as his fat prickhead popped past the tense ring of muscle guarding her shitter.
"Jesus ... one hell of, uhhhh ... of a tight mother," Joe cried, squeezing her ass-cheeks, slapping them when Angie started tightening up on him.
"Unnfnnfnfffff!" she whined.
Cinching her eyes tight, fighting back the desire to scream, the young woman felt his prickhead tunneling down, down into her gut.
The pain was horrible, Shockwaves of agony racing to her belly. A shudder of lust and pain made her belly muscles tighten as Joe gave another hunch, his fingernails scratching her smooth ass flesh.
"Gotta ... get ... it ... in ... uhhhh, yeah, baby, get it in," Joe muttered, drawing back a little, then hunching forward.
Angie's face drained, blanching as Joe's prick slipped two more inches into her shitter. He was spreading her bound thighs even farther apart with his knees, the resulting tension knotting her hamstrings into painful cramps.
"Fuckin' bitch ... you dig this, dig havin' a strange dude fuck you up the ass. Yeah, Goddamn it, the more I give you, the more you want," Joe growled.
As he spoke, one of his hands reached forward. Angie felt the backs of his fingers brushing over her cunt hairs, then felt his hand turning around. He grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began twisting it. She thought the ceiling would come crashing down on her. Lights popped in front of her eyes as the pain in her cunt matched that in her ass, the two colliding and sending waves of agony into her overloaded brain.
"Yaggfhfhhfhfffff!"
Angie screamed loudly into the gag, her throat growing tight and raw from the wild attempts of shrieking for help. Couldn't anyone hear her? Joe waited for her puffing cries to soften, then twisted her clit harder. Her forehead wrinkled, the air going out of her lungs in a loud sigh while her knees shuddered with the resulting agony.
"Love it, baby, love feelin' me in you, dig feelin' me mess up your pussy," Joe muttered, pinching her tiny clit again, listening to Angie's cries of horror and pain.
"Uhhh..."
The clit-pinching stopped. Joe was smoothing his fingers over her tugged fuck-nub, then sliding two fingers in and out, in and out, fucking her with those digits, making Angie hot all over again. She was torn completely in her mind now, her pussy going into itchy tremors of lustful need. When Joe slipped a third finger in, twisting them around and around, keeping her clit in constant contact with his knuckles, the blonde let out a squeak of delight, tensing her ass muscles around his pistoning prick. The sensitive nerves of her stuffed, overloaded ass began perking up to the fucking. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed, tensed and cramped as he slipped yet another inch of his dark-red cockmeat into her.
"Oh, yeahhhh, baby, let this ol' delivery boy fill up your Goddamned butt."
Joe reached around, tightening the silken pantyhose around her ankles, tugging at the bonds, watching Angie's face grow white each time the rope or pantyhose chafed deeper into her flesh. She thought of restraints, thought of the way they held her prisoner to this bed, then thought of his fat prick splitting her ass wide open. All the images jumbled together in her mind, making her gasp and pant harder.
The sliding of his prick as it chugged deeper into her ass sent shivery hot thrills through her shitter. Angie felt her bowels filling, stretching with the big man's prick. It was like a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her ass. She thought he would surely have to stop. Any more and he would tear her in two.
But it kept coming, sliding more easily now. She felt him moving his knees forward an inch or two, readjusting his position, then driving in a little more of his prick. The steady pressure increased more until finally she felt his wiry cockhairs scratching the stretched lips of her shitter. He was all the way in her! Yes, all those nine inches of cockmeat were stuffed up her shitter, his balls pillowing out against her ass-cheeks. Angie jerked her head from side to side, tears oozing from under her shut eyelids once again. Never would she have thought herself capable of doing something this obscene, this daringly erotic before. Joe squatted there for a moment, catching his breath, shaking his head rapidly from side to side to knock off the perspiration. Opening her eyes, Angie looked up pleadingly at him. There was a strange glitter in his eyes, the glitter that had caught her attention nearly a week ago when he had begun delivering groceries. Yes, she had wanted something like this to happen! And that strange fullness inside her bowels had excited her the way she wanted to be excited. It wasn't like the heat in her pussy when she was being fucked by a prick. But it was connected some way, some marvelous way that drove her up the wall.
"Oh, yeah, baby, gonna blow my wad up your ass, and gonna bring you off at the same time," he muttered, fingering her pussy, then fucking her faster and faster with his cock.
"Mmfmfmmfffff!"
Angie arched her spine as much as she could, pushing her head into the pillow as she started to cum. Yes, she could feel her cunt muscles tensing, the tingly itch becoming a more concentrated feeling that took her breath away. She was making loud wheezing sounds through her nostrils, while her chest tightened and mouth grew dry. She felt his fingernails jabbing the slick sides of her pussy, felt the knuckles rubbing and bumping over her clit like some weird tickler. Fucking. Fucking in the ass, in the cunt. The incredible stuffing distension in her ass-hole made her belly seem full, made her feel pregnant with lust.
"Fuck it out, baby ... uhhhh ... oh, yeah, fuck it out."
Joe's voice was tight, strained, revealing the excitement about to peak in his cock. The tempo of his ass-ripping cock grew more frantic, more jerky as his balls rose up hard against the base of his prick and threatened to explode.
"Mmmmm ... mmfmfmfeeahaghhgh!"
The gag had grown smaller because of the saliva soaking through the cotton. Angie was better able to scream out her fear, her delight at what was happening. She squeezed her tiny ass muscles around his prick, trying to drag more sensuous tingles from his hard fuckrod. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She only felt the rising hot chills of orgasm dragging across her cunt, bouncing off her violated ass-hole, then shooting into her brain. That hard, hot spinning ball of sexual excitement was about to blow up, shatter into a million brightly colored pieces and take her and Joe with it.
"Uhhhh ... gonna make it ... oh, yeahhh," Joe cried , snapping his head back. At the same time he shoved a fourth finger into her pussy, strumming her clit with his thumb, scouring her fluttering cunt walls with his fingernails. It was all she needed to pop off. Angie could feel those jets of cum firehosing into her ass. It was like having a warm enema! Her eyes widened as she felt more and more of the stud's lava-like jism shoot into her shitter. Then a crashing sensation devastated the young woman, the sensation of her pussy walls slapping together, milking against nothing, rubbing against themselves. The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the sensations in her ass. Angie felt her shitter and pussy convulsing in the same mind-bending rhythm. For a few wild moments Angie felt herself becoming all cunt, hot, clenching, milking while Joe dumped the rest of his load down her ass, filling her up with his cum.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh..."
He left his jerking prick in her shitter for several minutes as the spasms of climax faded from both of them. In a moment he began sliding his softening prick out. He paused for a second, then slipped out farther. Angie wept, shaking her head from side to side. She loved having his cock in her shitter. As horrible as it was, she wished he could have left it inside her a bit longer. How good it felt having a cock inside her, anywhere! She hungered for that feeling all the time. When Joe slipped his prick out an inch more, she fought to keep it in her ass-hole.
"Like gettin' it up there, huh? Too bad I don't have more time, baby. I could fuck someone like you all Goddamned night and still take care of shovin' my cock down your throat in the morning. But Mr. Goldberg's gonna be wonderin' where the fuck I am."
Angie wanted Joe with her all the time, wanted him fucking her again! But the young stud was insistent, pulling back with a shiver. Angie felt his prickhead pause again, tugging at her assmouth before finally slipping out with a slurping sound.
Joe stood up, wiping his prickheaad with one edge of the coverlet before rounding the bed and starting to untie the bindings. The ropes came first, loosening around her wrists, then finally sliding off. A tingling sensation itching through her palms and fingers made the woman realize just how tightly Joe had bound her wrists to the headboard. Drawing her arms forward, Angie curled her fingers, scratching the tips against her cum-smeared thighs. The knotty aching sensation in her upper arms was fading quickly as the young man half-turned her on one side and untied the knot in the pantyhose, unbinding her ankles. Again, the woman moaned, rubbing her legs against one another and pulling them out in front of her. How good it was to straighten out.
"Gonna come back, though, Mrs. Barrington," Joe said, quickly stepping into his Levi's, then sliding them up above his crotch. "Yeah, you got one hell of a hot pussy, and I ain't gonna let somethin' like that slip away from me. Not ol' Joe." He pushed his flaccid prick into his jeans, then zipped up.
Angie thought about what she had been through, what she enjoyed about it all-the ropes, the feeling of being helpless, of feeling that man over her, of having him do things to her which she couldn't stop even if she wanted. Did she want to endure something like that again? Watching him slip his flannel shirt over his hairy chest, she knew she did! God help her, she knew she did!
"Oh, yeah," Joe said, pausing at the door and leaning against the molding. "Don't forget, the groceries are on the table. Think you got some frozen shit in there or something. Probably all melted by now!" He laughed lightly and shook his head. He turned and sauntered down the hall, his muscled ass perfectly molded against the tight-fitting faded Levi's.
Angie didn't say another word as she lay there and listened to his fading footsteps, followed by the opening and closing sound of the back kitchen door. Slowly she rose, rubbing one hand across her forehead, turning and staring at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her hair was knotted in tangles that fell around her narrow shoulders. Her lips were pouting, a little swollen, giving her face that certain depraved look, she thought. Depraved! That was a good word for it, considering all she had done in the past hour or so. Sliding her legs slowly over the edge of the bed, Angie paused again, running her fingers through her hair. The ropes had chafed her wrists badly. She would have to wear full-length blouses or something to hide the marks from her daughter. Cindy would certainly comment on those, as she had commented wryly on many things of her mother's life lately.
. Angie brushed aside those disturbing thoughts for the moment, standing up and feeling a little shaky. Well, that could be understood. She had been through a great deal lately. Again, the woman looked at herself in the mirror, stared at her full hips, her markless legs, her flat belly, those rounded firm tits that hung pendulously on her chest. Yes, she was an attractive woman, more attractive than many young girls half her age. A wry smile crept across her full, red lips. That was why Joe had fallen for her, had followed her into the bedroom, had roped her to the headboard and fucked and fucked and fucked her.
Even now she could feel the juices in her pussy, could feel the cum oozing in her shitter. How wonderful it had felt as that firestorm of lust had encased her body twice in one day! Now she had someone who would satisfy her regularly, someone who would explore this new world of bondage and pain.
At that point Angie glanced at the small clock on her bed stand and saw it was time to start dinner. Cindy would be home from school soon. Sighing, Angie walked listlessly to the doorway, unhooking her blue silken bathrobe from behind the door and strolling to the bathroom. There was no pain, shame or confusion about what she had just done. There wasn't the feeling of being too old for this sort of thing. No. Angie knew she needed someone like Joe, and she had been lucky enough to find him.
"Joe..." she whispered.
Even pronouncing his name sent shivers of lust racing through her body, making her cunt tremble all over again. Closing the bathroom door behind her, Angie bent down and turned on the warm spray of the shower. How the droplets massaged her aching shoulders, her tense muscles. How good it felt pelting her cunt! She turned and let the steady stream flow over her back, trickle down her spine, ooze past her ass-hole and wash out the tiny opening.
Angie took the soap and worked up a good lather where Joe had fucked her. Her fingers slipped along her cunt lips, then back to her ass-hole. She surprised herself when she moaned at that light, rubbing touch. Angie realized she was still hot, still ready for more action from the young stud. He had touched something deep inside her, had unleashed some terrible force that was guiding her life now. She would flow with it, see Joe again, have him fuck her and torment her with whatever he had in mind.
When she had dried and come out with a towel wrapped around her body, the robe in one hand, Angie ducked into her bedroom and quickly rearranged the coverlet. In spite of her newly found sexual joy, she didn't want her daughter, Cindy, to know. How would the girl react? The thought made her a little nervous, perhaps in years to come she could confess to her daughter what went on. But not now. Cindy was just too young.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Owwww! You're ... you're hurting me!"
"Shaddup, you fuckin' little cunt! You been askin' for somethin' like this for a long time. Now you're gonna get it ... and in spades!"
Cindy Barrington was in trouble. She had heard all the stories about Gus Johansen, the school janitor, tales about how he would leer at the girls in gym, of how he even had peepholes cut in the showers so he could watch them wash down. They had made Cindy feel kind of creepy whenever she went in to clean up or even to take a pee. But they also added a kind of spice she never admitted to the others. When her very best friend, Betty Thorston, told her Gus was caught more than once by the principal sitting in the basement and beating off over some girlie magazines, Cindy giggled, feeling her pussy tighten at the thought of him doing it. Gus wasn't particularly attractive, considering most things, but there was a kind of rugged handsomeness about him. That plus something else the girl just couldn't put her finger on drew Cindy to the basement right after school. Ducking her friends, she hid in the downstairs John until the sounds of the kids scurrying down the red-tiled floors of the building disappeared. Then Cindy snuck back into the halls, avoided the few teachers still in their offices grading papers, then slipped down the back corridor to the narrow stairway leading to Gus' office.
She hadn't been disappointed in what she found. Apparently Gus didn't care about the principal and the apparent warnings he'd received about sexual activities in the school. When she rounded the corner and leaned against one of the hot-water heaters gurgling away, she saw Gus reclining on a small cot across the room, his dirty overalls pushed down around his ankles, the red-and-white elastic band of his Jockey shorts wrapped tightly around his ankles. Sitting uneasily on his lap was a magazine opened to several pictures. More interesting to Cindy was what was happening between Gus' legs. The big man was jacking his cockmeat, his fingers clenching his fat hunk of cock tightly and jerking up and down on it. Every now and then he slowed down, groaning and grunting a little, only to begin all over again. At times his legs kicked out and he threw back his head, twisting his fingers around and around his bulbous prickhead. Cindy gasped, covering her mouth with her fingers, watching the operation with growing fascination. A misty dew began covering her blonde cunt tufts while blood rushed into her pussylips, swelling them open, making her feel so damned itchy and hot down there! Cindy let out another groan, rubbing her knees against one another, wishing she could reach under her skirt, pull down her panties and touch herself.
It was during her initial fascination with his jacking off that disaster happened. Not noticing an empty scrub bucket nearby, Cindy moved closer, her eyes widening, her nostrils flaring as she watched the middle-aged janitor fingering himself harder, faster. She took a deep breath, a quiver crossing her young, flushed cheeks. How her pulse raced, the blood scorching through her veins. Her flesh seemed so hot and sensitive to the touch! Above her, the pipes clanged and huffed, muffling the sounds of her sliding feet, the sounds of her increasingly harsh panting. She knew she was blushing violently. Nice girls just didn't do this sort of thing. But Cindy couldn't help herself. A small shock cut through her tightening thighs, making her feel all weak and shivery. Gus was moaning again, his fingers slowing down. He was holding his prick up straight now, his cockhead so purple, so shiny, Cindy thought it was going to explode. She could hear him breathing unevenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had his gray shirt open. Even from where she was standing the girl could see that he was dripping with perspiration. It was hot down there, but she knew that Gus was hot with something else. He was working his fingers slowly up and down the pulsing ridge that ran along the bottom side of his prick. She took another step forward, her hands hugging her body, her mouth dry as cotton. Then Cindy remained, watching as Gus began fingering himself rapidly once more, the slick clicking sounds of his hand over his cock making the girl hotter by the second.
"Yeah, yeah!" Gus had cried, moving his ass against the groaning cot.
Cindy took a shuddery breath, licking her bottom lip. She had once touched herself like that in the bathtub. Her mother had come in and said something. Cindy couldn't remember exactly what the words had been, But she knew that because of that one time she had felt funny about sex in general. But this, watching Gus doing this to himself, had managed to block out that early childhood warning.
Again, Gus had groaned, slowing down. Cindy moved another step, her foot accidentally kicking over the unseen bucket. It clattered noisily forward, hitting one leg of the cot. Gus jumped up as if someone had set off a bomb, pulling up his trousers quickly and knocking the magazine to the floor in the process. Cindy let out a tiny scream, crisscrossing her arms over her tits and backing up slowly.
"I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
The words just wouldn't come out. How could she explain herself. People just didn't come wandering down here by accident. Gus stood there, his face red, his prick still pulsing, pressing against the front of his dirty gray overalls. His face had first registered some fear with shock. But in a second he realized what was going on and a smile crossed his lips.
"Curious, eh? Wanna see what I was beatin' off to?"
Gus had kicked the magazine over to Cindy. Now she saw the pictures, photos of women in black stockings, in leather harnesses and bras, being beaten and fucked by men.
"Oh, God!"
Cindy backed away, wanting to run quickly from the room. But Gus moved faster, locking the door, then starting to corner the terrified girl. Somehow the game ended at that point. Cindy begged him to let her go, swearing she'd never tell Mr. Jones, the principal, about what she'd seen. But Gus didn't seem to be listening to her. He only made odd animal-like sounds, spreading his arms out to prevent her from running away, crouching down like some kind of animal, his beady black eyes glittering with the excitement of the chase, of the hunt as he cornered Cindy near the water heater.
"Oh, no, no..."
Her whimpers died away, becoming nothing more than gasps as Gus lunged, gripping her by the wrists and dragging her over to the center of the room. He kept slobbering over her, his hands roaming all over her body, gathering the material of her blouse up in his paw-like hands, pulling the garment up out of her skirt. Cindy began to panic. She tried screaming. But Gus slipped a hand over her mouth, nearly choking the air from her, threatening to knock her senseless if she didn't cooperate. Cindy could hardly breathe, she was so terrified. It was then she cried out that he was hurting her and begged him to let her go.
"Please, I'm ... I'm sorry I came down here," she stammered, wiping the tears from her eyes. A quick downward glance told her that Gus was still excited, still hard.
"Sorry you just got caught, that's all," Gus corrected, his smile growing. "That's okay, though. I got plans for you. Figured sooner or later I was gonna catch me one of you cunts. And see?" Gus shrugged his shoulders and grinned evilly at her. "It happened."
"Oh, no, no..."
Cindy remembered that the school was practically vacant now. The few teachers who remained were at the front of the building near the office. Gus' spaces were at the rear and below the first floor. This plus the fact that no one particularly wanted to come down here unless he had to left them almost virtually isolated.
"I got lots of things down here ... things I been buyin' up just for some time like this," he said, his voice shivering, betraying the emotion that was coursing through his veins.
Cindy stood there, her body trembling with terror. Gus made a move for a small green scratched wooden box near his cot, then stopped, turning around and putting both hands on his hips. Cindy felt so small, so tiny, so helpless. All the bravado her mother and her friends always said she had disappeared in that moment.
"Please..."
"A virgin, baby? You a fuckin' virgin?"
Again Cindy bit down on her lower lip and nodded her head. Yes, she was. Maybe that would change his mind. Maybe he had some shred of decency in him that would make him stop this before it really got started.
"Yeah, ain't fucked a virgin in a long time. Didn't think there were any around here, 'specially the way you girls talk about fuckin' guys and all that crap," Gus muttered.
"No, get away from me ... oh, please, don't do this to me!"
Gus was walking toward her slowly, rubbing the dark stain in his pants, massaging his hard prick through the dirty material. Cindy felt as if she would faint, but she didn't dare lose consciousness.
"Go away ... please, just go away, let me go away," she begged, backing up. In a moment the girl felt her spine strike the water heater. There was nowhere for her to run. Her eyes searched about the tiny room frantically, looking for a way out. It was a prison for her. Everywhere she looked, she saw only Gus ... and that cot and that old green box.
"Oh, no, no, no..."
Cindy started to scream, her hands rushing to her mouth, her body trembling as Gus lunged for her. She felt one hand wrap tightly around her waist while the other clamped over her parting lips once again. His callused palm pressed so tightly, it felt as if he would force her teeth to cut her lips. Cindy struggled against him, her nose filled with the rank odor of sweat and grease. She felt his legs banging against hers as he tried dragging her away from the water heater. Struggling, crying out into his dirty palm, Cindy felt more of her blouse come undone. He was going to strip her, going to rape her right here in school!
"Nooooffffff!" she screamed.
Stories flashed through her mind, tales of young girls being raped by guys or even by teachers in high school. But those were the kind of things dreamed up by frustrated writers or something she had always thought. That sort of things never happened in real life.
"Come on, baby, come on and enjoy it. You wanted to see me beat off, right? Now you're gonna feel that thing squeezin' down into your pussy. That's just what you wanted, right?"
How could he talk so filthy? And now he was shoving her around the room, twisting her around, banging her head against the green cinderblock wall. When she came to her senses more fully, Cindy realized that Gus had fully opened her blouse. She could feel his belly and chest touching hers. And now his fingers were inching around, prying at the strap of her bra, fumbling with the hook.
"No, oh, no, somebody help me!" she cried as Gus took his hand away.
"Go on and yell, bitch. Ain't no one around here's gonna hear or help you," Gus muttered, tearing the bra from her body.
"Oh!"
Cindy's eyes widened, her arms shooting up and covering her naked tits. Somehow the girl had managed to slip away from him, drawing the torn sides of her blouse over her naked tits, crouching over. Cindy felt like a hunted animal now, her heart beating so hard, she thought it would surely burst! And there was Gus, holding her ripped bra in one hand, smelling it as if it were a bouquet of roses or something! The girl felt a little sick to her stomach as she watched.
"Nice, baby, nice and fresh. Bet your pussy's nice and fresh, too."
"Oh, no, no, no..."
Dropping her bra, Gus ran toward her, nearly tripping over the cot. The sound of the legs scratching over the cold concrete made Cindy yelp. She turned and began running blindly through the tiny room, her arms stretched in front of her, her blonde hair streaming behind. In a moment she felt fingers twist around the flowing strands, drawing them back, tugging so hard that tears sprang to her eyes.
"Yagggghhghhhhh!" she screamed.
The pain was excruciating! For a second Cindy thought Gus would snatch her bald. She could feel some of the hairs tearing from the roots. Her knees bending, Cindy let out another cry, feeling her neck tense and ache from the sudden sharp yanking back.
"I'm hot, baby. I was hot when I was starin' at all the naked women in the mag. But now I got one right here ... and with a real nice set of knockers, to boot," Gus said, panting heavily. "I'm real long and thick. But you know that already. And you're gonna dance around when I stick it in you. My bladder's almost as full as my balls. Maybe I'll piss inside your cunt, too, when I'm through shootin' off."
He wasy saying horrible things, terrible things that made her terrified. Again, the hand came over her mouth, muffling her cries. She choked and gagged, twisting around in that tight, air-choking grip, feeling his knees pressing up against the backs of her legs. Now Gus was tugging at her skirt, tearing down the zipper, sliding the black cloth over her thighs and down around her ankles.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Only her sheer pink panties were on now as she kicked her legs rapidly back and forth. He had lifted her from the floor, his one arm choking the wind from her for a moment.
But Cindy knew it would do no good to fight. It was going to happen. Cindy tried screaming again. But Gus' hand clamped more tightly around her mouth.
"You gonna give me trouble, girl? You do," he said, his face darkening, "and I'm gonna make you so fuckin' sorry you ever came down here and tried spyin' on ol' Gus, understand?"
The threat was well taken. Cindy stopped her struggling, feeling her body relax completely against the janitor's.
"Better," he muttered, relaxing his grip on her lips.
His wet mouth was slobbering all over her ears while his hands pawed her tits. He was squeezing them, moaning into one ear, hunching his crotch into her ass while pinching her long, red nipples. Cindy blushed furiously, feeling so ashamed so embarrassed. This was the first time a man had done something like this to her! She had always thought she would be married or at least engaged to a guy before she would have him touch her this way. But fate had something else in store for her. There she was, half naked in the school basement with the janitor pawing her, feeling her tits, rubbing his prick against her ass, pressing his legs against hers and telling her all sorts of awful, exciting things he was going to do to her.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, nice tight ass," he moaned, rubbing his hand over the thin silk and gathering the material in small balls. His breath stank with beer and cigarette smoke. His hands were roaming around her hipbones, sliding around to the front of her panties. Cindy gasped in a breath and held it, feeling his fingers inch over her crotch panel. Gus stopped for a moment, his breathing puffing against the back of her neck. It was sickening, awful! He was rubbing the nylon over her cunt lips, moaning and hunching, spreading his fingers out in fan movement and moving them up and down, up and down, pressing the dampening material to her pussycrack. The resulting sensation was shocking! Instead of the immoral outrage Cindy should have felt, the girl experienced extreme pleasure. Letting her head fell back, the young blonde teen felt an electric shock seeping from her clit and going to all parts of her body. How her tits seemed to swell at this point, throbbing with a kind of pulse that was plaguing her clit!
"Ohhhh, yeah, the little girl's turning on now, huh? You like ol' Gus touchin' you like that, emmmm! like having' your pussy rubbed."
"No, ohh, no, that's not true," Cindy said, lying through her clenched teeth.
"Right, sure. Come on. A little slut like you's not good enough for the bed yet."
He twisted her around, pushing her down until Cindy found herself flat on the floor, her ass flattened against the cold concrete. Gus was on top of her, his body nearly pressing the wind completely from her. Twisting her head to one side, the girl tried avoiding that stinking breath, those full, greasy lips that were trying to slide onto hers.
"Still playin' the virgin, eh, baby?" Gus said, an edge cutting through his voice. The stud cupped her cunt through her panties and gave it a squeeze. Cindy groaned, arching her back, feeling her jutting shoulder blades rubbing painfully against the hard, cold basement floor. One hand disappeared, sliding down between their bodies. A jingling sound told Cindy he was unzipping his pants again. In a moment the trousers were gone, kicked free of his ankles. Cindy could feel something warm and hard and hot pressing against her inner thighs and knew instinctively that it was his prick. Oh, yes, his cock was rubbing up and down against her flesh, inching up and pressing against the wet crotch panel of her panties. The girl let out another shuddering moan, blinking back the tears starting to form behind her eyelids.
"Uh ... no, no..."
Cindy squirmed and writhed, again trying to slide out from under him. But the moves only made her position worse. Gus held tightly onto her hair, tugging savagely whenever the girl fought him. More and more Cindy was aware of his throbbing prickhead pressing against her cunt. All that separated it from her cherry was that tiny band of nylon, not a barrier, she guessed, for the janitor was determined to rape her no matter what.
CHAPTER FIVE
"No!" Cindy screamed frantically.
"Yell again like that in my ear and I'll punch you 'til I break your ribs, bitch."
The cold, hard concrete floor was hurting her back and legs. Cindy felt him grabbing her panties by the leg bands now, his fingers tugging at the crotch. Nothing gave. Then Gus tugged, yanking the cloth from over her hot cunt lips. He kept on pulling until he tore the cloth in three places. Cindy heard the tearing sound and made a small grunting sound of terror. No, she wasn't going to shout. She could only guess what kind of physical abuse she'd endure if Gus became angry again.
"Uhhhhh..." she moaned.
Cindy cinched her eyes shut once more, her body tense, rigid, as if it had been turned into stone. She felt the remains of her panties sliding down over her knees, over her ankles, her feet. She was stark naked! He had stripped her brutally, leaving her naked on the floor, ready to be fucked. Gus drew back a little, eyeing her naked body, sucking in a shuddering breath and holding it as he studied her thirty-four-inch tits, her red nipples, her white flesh, her cunt bush, which was hiding that virginal fuckslot, hot and ready for the tapping.
"Look at that cunt," Gus muttered to himself, drawing one hand over the frazzled white-blonde hairs and barely touching the curled, whisper-soft ends. Cindy stirred at that touch, her fingers clenching and unclenching while she moved her ass-cheeks over the cold concrete. "Seems criminal to me some dude ain't touched that thing all this while. Well, baby, ol' Gus is gonna take care of that right fast!"
"Oh, no, no..."
Realizing what was about to happen, Cindy felt another urge to struggle wildly. Could she just lay there and let him fuck her? Gus shook his head and started rubbing his fingers more directly this time, touching the top of her cunt with his rough fingertips, moving them up to the base of her thickening, rising clit. Cindy drew in her lower lip, chewing down on it hard. It was wrong feeling this, wrong having these sensations rumbling through her pussy. But there they were. Gus had touched something, something that made her tremble with excitement at what he was going to do next to her! Thoughts of her mother, of the stern lectures she had received at home about boys and what they wanted to do to girls evaporated in a flash.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
Gus was pinching her thighs, squeezing them until she squealed and moved her ass-cheek from side to side. He was playing games with her, awful, terrible games, teasing her naked cringing flesh. The way he was hurting her now, pinching her cunt lips between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched her soft inner thighs again, digging the jagged nails into her flesh. Cindy whimpered in anguish.
"Let's see that nice little butt of yours," he growled.
Cindy groaned as he rolled her onto her belly, her full tits pillowing out onto the warming concrete. She felt his filthy hands crawling over her ass flesh, pawing her ass-mounds, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her thighs. His fingers dug deeper into her resilient, white flesh. Cindy ground her belly solidly against the floor, trying vainly to keep her cunt and ass-hole away from this man. If someone would only burst in on them, save her from this ... this horrible outrage to her virtue!
"Oh, don't ... Gus, please don't do this to me!"
She felt his fingers gouging the sensitive, moist flesh of her asscrack, felt the nails scratching the slick, wrinkled flesh of her shitter. And when he slipped one finger into her cuntmouth from behind, the girl's lips opened, a gasp of air escaping over her front teeth. Her knees flew apart, her thighs slapping loudly against the floor. "No, no!"
"Gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna really get it into you."
Cindy panicked, jerking one knee up, trying to crawl away from him. But Gus held her down, his fingers gripping her hipbones and keeping the girl pressed level against the floor. There was little she could do. She felt him reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, then slowly forcing it into her tight little wet cunt. The girl shivered. Never before had she experienced something quite like that. Even when she had fingered herself at night in bed, Cindy had been gentle with herself, barely dipping her trembling fingers into her juicy fuck-hole. But Gus was going right in, gouging the seepy, velvety lining of her pussy, laughing at her cries, mocking her fears with obscene laughter and descriptions of how she was going to like it.
"No, no, no!" she pleaded.
But that warming thumb, the way it was moving around and around her tight little cuntmouth, the way it was touching all the nerve endings and making her tremble at the sensation belied all the protestations Cindy made. She was feeling something that made her heart skip beats, that made her tight cunt loosen up a little, accept that probing finger, even tighten up around it as his knuckle slipped past her full swollen pussylips into her hot fuck tunnel.
"Oh, yeah, baby. You're hot ... plenty hot. You got stuff comin' outta you this way, and that means you're ready for a good pluggin' ... something' ol' Gus can give you real good."
It was horrible. She felt so exposed, so shameless, so like the whores her mother used to warn her about!
"Uhhh ... real tight down there ... gotta loosen you up a little before I stick my prick into you," Gus said, pulling his thumb out with a slick popping sound.
Cindy shivered, her shoulders shrugging up over her neck. The offending hand was gone. The blonde teen let out a shuddering sigh of thanks, not realizing that the worst was yet to come. She felt both hands sliding under her shoulders, scooping her up from the floor.
"Here, baby, guess you're good enough for Gus' couch. Always thought about havin' one of you cunts down here, stretched over my cot. Now it's true. Just goes to show you, if you pray hard enough, you'll get what you ask for," he said, laughing at Cindy's horror.
He dropped her on the small canvas bed, pulling her legs straight until her ankles draped slightly over the front end.
"Can't have you movin' around all over the place. Gotta keep you in place," Gus said, his breathing becoming more labored. Instinctively Cindy knew something horrible was about to happen, something far more terrible than having her cherry popped. There was a kind of breathlessness about Gus, an almost unreal feeling coming from him that made the girl shiver for her life.
"Gus, please ... you can't do this to me and get away with it. Someone'll find out and ... and then you'll lose your job and I'll be ruined and..."
But Gus wasn't listening to Cindy's rational advice. Rope, lengths of it-Gus pulled out several pieces, throwing them in a tangled pile to one side of the cot, then selected two long pieces of half-inch line. Quickly, he draped one over her right wrist, securing it with a slipknot, then bending her arm back and attaching the free end to one of the wooden supports. Cindy snapped her head back, rolling her eyes up and watching the operation. He was binding her wrist to the right leg of the cot, then doing the same with her other hand. In a moment she was stretched back, her arms pulled high over her head and down, the fingers brushing against the concrete basement floor.
"Oh, God ... God..."
"Just shut up, and maybe you'll dig this as much as I do."
Cindy doubted it. Lying there helpless wasn't her idea of a fun time. And yet something was happening down there, something to her pussy, something she couldn't understand. In spite of the pain and humiliation, her clit was a little glowing jewel, burning hotly even now as the ropes tugged at her bound wrists. And there was more, much more. Gus was pulling out more line, taking her left ankle and slipping the hemp around her flesh, cinching it tightly, then drawing it down around the lower leg of the cot. He did the same to her other ankle, thus completely immobilizing her arms and legs. Cindy turned her head from one side to the other, her eyes widening. What was he going to do to her? He had been fingering her pussy, touching her ass-hole, doing all kinds of crazy things to her and making her feel so spacy, so crazed with what she guessed was lust.
"Don't like gettin' my cock messed up with a cherry poppin' all over it," he muttered, passing his right hand over her pussy once more before turning and delving back into the wooden box.
Cindy turned her head around, watched the janitor fishing about, then pulling something long and pink and thick from the container. Her mouth opened, her eyes rounded even more while her mind spun dizzyingly around. The object was just like a prick only bigger, it seemed. There was a round flared head and vein-like projections around the stalk. Gus examined the plastic thing carefully, his gaze drifting to her startled face, then back to the thing, his hands bending it gently. Cindy sucked in a ragged breath, her heart starting up rapidly once again after having stopped in horrified surprise.
"It's a dildo, honey ... and a special one," he said, trailing his fingers down to the flat-edged base. Cindy followed his hand movements, seeing two black wires dangling from the end of that dildo. There were small clamps at the ends of the wires, obviously attachments for a battery box. "This'll loosen you up enough for me, and will take care of the job of doin' in that cherry."
"No, no, no!"
Cindy wasn't sure what he was about to do to her. But vague, half-formed horrible images raced through her head. She jerked from side to side, her arms and legs tugging wildly at the ropes, making the cot scrape and groan over the floor, the supports racked, while Gus still played his fingers lightly over the long, pink dildo.
"Told you to keep quiet. Now I'm gonna have to gag you, bitch."
"No, don't!"
Gus was back in the box, pulling out what appeared to be a long black leather strap, a rubber ball suspended in the center of it. Moving around to her head, Gus twisted strands of hair between his fingers, pulling back hard. The resulting pain was so great that Cindy opened her mouth to scream. That was all he needed. Jamming the ball hard between her front teeth, the janitor worked it in, past her teeth, until it nearly slipped down past her molars.
"That's gonna hold you."
"Mmfmmffffffff!"
Drawing the strap around her ears, Gus buckled it behind her head, making sure it was fitting tightly against her cheeks. Cindy turned her head slightly to the right, swallowing the spit that had begun to gather behind the ball. Now there was nothing she could do to alert anyone who might be passing by of her plight. She stopped her struggle, her eyes now on that big pink thing still in Gus' right hand.
"This is gonna spread you wide open ... but it's gonna make you feel real good, too ... because of this," he said, pointing to several small metallic plates on the sides of the dildo. "There's a core of steel inside, understand, baby? it's attached to these tiny plates, and that's all linked up to the wires down here." He fondled the black wires at the bottom. "Now, for the box."
Cindy rubbed her ass-cheeks from side to side on the cot, twisting her wrists helplessly against the ropes, feeling them rub her flesh more than ever as Gus pulled out a small blue box with corresponding wires to the dildo. Opening the top, he checked the batteries, apparently satisfied that they were in working order.
"Now, this is gonna feel real good ... gonna make you hotter 'n you ever thought you could be. And then, when you're ready, ol' Gus is gonna make you blow up, man, really pop off!"
His words burned through her soul as he attached the dildo to the box, then moved around to the front of the cot. Cindy raised her head, peering over her tits, chewing down on the rubber ball as beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She felt as if she were going to her own execution. Her bowels rumbled and her chest tightened. No, this had to be a horrible, terrible nightmare. But there she was, roped, restrained, while Gus knelt between her legs, staring wide-eyed at her juicing cunt.
"Nice, nice..."he sighed.
There was a clicking sound, followed by an almost inaudible humming. The thing was on! Gus slipped forward, bracing himself against the cot, pushing the electrified dildo forward.
"Mmmmmfmfffff!" she gasped.
He touched her right inner thigh with the tip. A tingly, hot sensation made her muscles twitch. Cindy dropped her head back down to the stretched canvas cover of the cot, digging her fingernails into her sweaty palms. She didn't want him to do anything more. But still that dildo crept silently forward, brushing over her thighs, the buzzing electricity making her muscles quiver. The heat concentrated in a tiny pinpoint at the top of her cunt lips, her belly tightening, tensing as the head of that horrible thing edged up near her pussy.
"I can make it better for you," Gus said, moving his right thumb down to a small dial on the blue box. "By turning this thing up I can make you really squirm around, baby. You're gonna go nuts." He chuckled as he touched the bottom junction of her pussylips with the dildo.
"Eagghfhfhhfhffffff!"
A warm, buzzing sensation filled her pussy. Cindy chewed down on the rubber ball, saliva frothing out from the corners of her stretched lips. The blonde teen wallowed her shoulder blades against the harsh canvas of the cot, her legs and knees trembling as more and more electricity sparked into her cunt. He was twisting that plastic cock around and around, pushing it up against her pussylips gently, laughing as he tried working it into her tight little fuck hole.
Again, Cindy tugged at the restraining ropes, her wrists and ankles reddening under the efforts. The wooden supports scraped noisily over the hard floor. Gus backed the dildo away, then pushed it forward once again, increasing the voltage buzzing through the rod.
Cindy chomped down hard on the rubber ball once more, arching her spine as the tingling sensations increased. It was as if something had hardened her muscles, stiffening them, tearing at her insides. And all the while, that dreadful pressure increased, making her cunt so sore, so very sore!"
"Ooooffffff!"
"Yeah, you're juicin' up a storm here, baby, really gettin' yourself all wet!" he gasped, twisting the dildo around and around.
Cindy arched her spine a little more, pressing her head back against the cot. It felt as if he were trying to work a strain up between her legs. He was going to split her in two! The movement of that dildo caused the girl's heated cunt to start lubing up more and more, the slick liquid making the dildo slide into her pussy more easily. Her outer cunt lips were stretching around that thing, the tense rubbery flesh hugging the smooth sides tightly. Her cunt muscles were tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, convulsing as the current buzzed into her pussy.
"Ooooffffff!" she gasped.
More electricity-the humming filled her ears now. The electrons rippled through her tits, it seemed, making her nipples so hard, so stiff, so achingly itchy! Her belly rippled and her thighs clenched as much as they could, her ass-cheeks slapping together as she jerked her body up off the cot. This animal of a man was tormenting her, forcing her to submit to this horror! And now he was rubbing that dildo over her clit, touching it all the time, buzzing electricity making her experience a series of tiny orgasms that sent her gasping and gulping. How she wanted to scream out her delight, her horror. But the rubber ball gagged her effectively. All the girl could do was cough and moan through the latex, praying that soon this would end and Gus would release her.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby," he groaned, fingering his hard dripping prick with one hand while pushing the dildo forward again.
Cindy thought her body would split in half. And yet the electricity was doing what Gus said it would. Already the girl could feel her cunt walls stretching itchily around the invading rod, her warm, slick pussy flesh fitting snugly around the electrified dildo. Her bowels surged as she felt the electricity increase in intensity once again.
"Mmmmmfmfmmffffff!"
Her head snapped from side to side, her teeth rattling from the increased rush of current. Gus was sliding the dildo back and forth slightly, twisting it, rotating it from side to side. She twisted against the cot as much as she could, the ropes really digging into her ankles and wrists now, leaving long red marks where the line chafed. But what she felt most of all was that horrible thing spitting electrons into her pussy. Fires of lust were burning in her now, ignited by that hideous monster burrowing steadily into her pussy. The tendons tensed in her thighs, ridging the flesh while the veins protruded from her neck and forehead, her flowing cunt-juice was conducting the electricity now, sending more and more of it directly into her clit. There was another increase in the huming sound as Gus pushed the plastic cock in another inch. Cindy felt her tits, belly and cunt ripped to pieces by steely, hot knives. Her cries were choked behind that awful rubber ball as she writhed against the groaning cot. Her body was now arched above the small bed, trembling mightily, the muscles and tendons stretching her pale, sweaty flesh. Cunt oil speckled and dried on her tensed, rippling thighs. Through it all, Cindy could feel the dildo's smooth, rounded head pressing against her cherry. Yes, it was going to break through. And what was more, Cindy could care less. The sensation of being fucked, the feeling of those biting electrons racing through her cunt and ass-hole, blotted out all fears of having her cherry popped. Groaning, Cindy surrendered to the man, then tossed her head wildly from left to right as Gus gave his dildo a final shove and ripped it through the thin membrane. With one swift, near-painless, stab, Gus had ripped away her cherry.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy tugged at the ropes holding her ankles to the cot. She felt that fat dildo slide past her ripped cherry, tunneling down, down into her pussy. And the current, oh, how it made her cunt muscles quiver, tighten and grip that dildo hard. More saliva frothed around her mouth, drool oozing down her chin as her head shook violently from side to side. She was curling her fingers, clawing her nails against the binding ropes, while her back arched even more. Gus turned up the current yet another notch. Cindy cried out around the gagging rubber ball. She felt orgasm after climax erupt in her body. The girl cried out, coughing and gasping under the intensity of her climax. She couldn't control the jerking and convulsing in her body. As the teen shuddered on the table, Gus watched with mute fascination, seeing the girl's body bow out, her body supported only by her shoulder blades and the balls of her feet. Her face was a blur now while her body writhed like a frightened serpent on the dark cot. He was shoving the dildo in and out, faster and faster, raising the current flow, watching as Cindy nearly passed out from the electricity and the force of her own climaxes.
"Ughhhhfhfffff!" she gasped.
Cindy fell back on the cot, her muscles aching, knotted from the tension of being stimulated by the steady current of electricity. The girl panted heavily, sucking in air with wheezing sounds around the gagging rubber ball. It was all so unreal. Again, Cindy thought this was some horrible nightmare, a dream from which she'd awaken and find herself tucked safely under her covers. But the feel of that rough canvas under her naked ass, the chafing sensation of the rope against her wrists and ankles told her it was all too true. Cindy fought back the panic rising in her chest like a fountain.
"Okay, baby."
The current stopped. Now all she could feel was the constant tugging of the dildo against the slick walls of her torn, violated pussy. Cindy sniffed, a tear seeping down one cheek. Gus was having the time of his life pushing that dildo in deeper, twisting it around and around, watching Cindy move her body in a counter rhythm. To her shame and dismay the girl was betraying herself, rocking her body from left to right as much as the ropes would allow, letting him do this to her without so much as a whimper of protest. And now Cindy could only feel the tight, tingly hot feeling that had taken her breath away earlier.
Then he drew the plastic prick out, twisting it still, making her grunt and gasp behind the rubber ball. In a second it was out, leaving her so empty. Cindy cried out, drawing her knees together instinctively. How odd it was not to have something inside her, something stretching her out, filling her up.
Then Gus climbed up on the table, jerking her knees up a little, tugging at the ropes holding her ankles to the cot.
"Think ... uhhh ... think I can get in without too much trouble this way," he muttered, sliding his big broad hands under her ass-cheeks.
Cindy sniffed again, feeling the inner lips guarding her cunt being forced apart. The pressure of his cockhead was forcing her open, spreading her the way that awful electronic dildo had earlier. The blonde teen let out another grunt, closing her eyes and biting down on the ball. Well, at least there would be no pain this time, no electricity that seared her flesh and rattled her bones.
The rubber-like rim of her pussy clenched inward as Gus slipped his knees forward and fucked his prick up into her pussy. Cindy let out another long, low moan, feeling something very warm and hard and slick entering her body. There was a heat to it, a heat that added to the warmth coming from her body. Cindy squirmed, wagging her pert little ass in a kind of welcome dance.
"That's it, bitch! Yeahh," Gus sighed, closing his eyes and stroking his fingers on either side of her bloated cunt lips. "Yeah, that's nice and good. Fuck, you're gobblin' that up real nice ... like you been starvin' to have somethin' like that up your pussy for a long time!"
Gus' words bit into her pride as she felt that thing sliding into her tight little fuck-hole. She'd been raped by that plastic thing, her cherry torn to pieces by it. And now this animal was fucking her, raping her with his donkey-sized cock. Cindy shuddered as his thrusting mass of stiff prickflesh began squeezing its way into her. Her legs jerked, twitching against the sides of the cot and the restraining ropes. Gus laughed without any humor in his voice, his face tense, his eyes round as he slipped yet more of his prick into her. Again and again, she screamed, her cries muffled by the ball pressing up against her front teeth. Her cunt sheath had tensed suddenly, kinking against his fucking prick, sending a Shockwave of pain racing through her body. Gus had no patience for the girl's reacting body. Rather than pull out and start again, he forced his way down harder, taking a deep breath and shoving up with all his strength. In a moment he had forced the entire fat length of his bloated cock into her all the way. Cindy sobbed and shrieked alternately, her muscles throbbing and cramping and aching around his invading prick. Surely he was tearing something in her, something that would kill her! It was so hard to believe that her body could hold so much thick cockmeat without tearing somewhere!
She felt the wiry hairs of his crotch tickling her smooth cunt lips. Yes, he was all the way inside! For one wild second the girl thought his prick would come out of her mouth. The helpless teen wondered if it was physically possible for her to be literally fucked to death. If Gus kept this up, surely she would at least fall unconscious. Already the world around her was growing hazy, getting darker as the blood-swollen knob of his moving prick poled back and forth, back and forth.
"Ughhfhhff! Uhhhhuhhrrrrrr!" she growled.
Cindy was becoming blinded by her own rising sexuality. The stabbing plunge of Gus' prick filled her tight violated pussy to overflowing. The young teen jerked her head to the left feeling the perspiration trickling maddeningly down her face and burning into her eyes and nose. She writhed helplessly under the big man, hearing the cot groaning, feeling the wooden supports would surely collapse under their double weight.
"Oh, baby, baby, ol' Gus is gonna really fill you up with his jizz ... yeahhh, and he's gonna feel so good when he does it," the janitor sighed, stopping his chugging cock for a moment and rubbing his fingers briskly along her swollen outer cunt lips.
Cindy tried flexing her crotch muscles in a continuing attempt to force out his fat prick. But the massaging pressure of her walls against his cock seemed to arouse the janitor even more. Besides, Cindy knew she was only fooling herself. She wanted him inside her, fucking her hard, touching her clit, touching her all over. How her tits jiggled together with each forward fucking thrust. Sparks showered into her cunt from her clit when Gus touched her down there, his callused fingers drawing more and more excitement from her body.
"Huhrhhrrr!" she groaned.
Gus flexed his thighs again, shoving his prick back all the way to her pussy. The young blonde arched her back, digging her head into the sagging canvas, feeling her pussy swelling out, threatening to tear, with so much cock-meat tunneling into her.
"God!"
The word escaped around the gagging rubber ball. Cindy bit down harder, a throbbing ache starting around in her head. She let out a gasp, then sucked in a deep breath, holding it as he felt his hard prick stretch her pussy walls.
"Jesus, baby! Christ, you're gonna ... uhhh ... gonna make me cum soon."
Cindy felt a little sick once again. She was going to have a man shooting inside her, filling her pussy up with his hot jizz. She and the other girls used to giggle about things like this, about how hot guys got before they shot off. But now she was on the receiving end, her body split wide open by his prick. Gus' cock was splitting her in two, halving her cunt, threatening to blow apart any second.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he panted.
Gus slowed down to a rhythmic pounding, sliding it in and out, in and out. Cindy felt his hips rotating from side to side against the full, soft cheeks of her ass. He was still stretching her cunt wider with every forward fuck. And there was nothing the girl could do to stop him even if she wanted to. The sexy, slippery sliding of his prick was taking away the will to fight back. It seemed as if his prick had an electric charge all its own, just like the dildo that had tormented her earlier. Cindy tugged at the bonds once more, the ropes cutting into her flesh while her body swelled with that hunk of greasy prickmeat.
"No, no, nooofffff!"
The blonde teen clenched her eyes tight, feeling Gus' hands move back down to her ass-cheeks. He loved to touch her down there, curling his big fingers in and squeezing her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart while rubbing his nails into her asscrack. He was making her cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to violate her pussy. He had to touch her all over, making her realize just how helpless and violated she really was.
His hands kept crawling up along her body, touching her belly, touching her tits. Gus was staring crazily at her, sliding his hands over her tits, squeezing his fingers against her nipples. Cindy jerked her head from left to right, praying he would stop, praying he would cum, do anything to end this horrible torment.
"Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned helplessly.
His hands started squeezing and massaging her nipples, tugging at her large tits. Strange hot thrills of excitement radiated out from her tit tips and shot down to her pussy. He was rolling those rubbery nubs between his thumbs and forefingers, letting her know who was boss. Then his hands slipped back down to her hips, tugging her firmly down onto him. Cindy sobbed again, feeling the wet drops of his sweat dripping onto her belly.
"Fuck it out, baby, come on, move that ass like you did before, come on!"
Gus was slapping her ass-cheeks now, drawing his right hand back then hitting her with his opened palm. Cindy squealed through the rubber ball, tensing her legs, feeling the stinging heat of those awful blows.
"Man, it's somethin' else watching my prick goin' in and outta your body."
"No, no," Cindy cried, not wanting to hear him talk anymore.
"Yeah! I mean, I sit here and watch it slip right into your pussy, goin' all the way down ... uhhhh ... yeahhh, all the way down, splittin' you in two. You dig that, don't you, baby? You like havin' me throw it into you nice and slow, touchin' your clit at the same time ... fuck ... right?" Gus muttered.
"Oh, no, no...."
But she did! Oh, yes, she liked it when Gus was fucking her slow, rubbing her clit with his fingers, making her feel so hot, so possessed! Cindy felt her mind sinking into a dim red haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Gus entering into the last round of his fucking. The fat head of his prick was pistoning in faster and faster, his hairy balls bouncing off her ass.
"Hot, man, real hot! I mean, it's gonna burn me up! You got one hell of a hot little pussy there, baby! Oh, fuckin' Jesus!"
The continuing heavy thrusts of his fat prick inside her pussy were building up sensations that Cindy had never felt before in her life! She screwed up her face, afraid of the power she felt building up in her pussy and yet anxious to see this thing through. Gus was still feeling her up and down all over, squeezing her ass-cheeks again, rubbing his thumbs along her narrow sweaty asscrack and laughing each time Cindy squealed and backed up into his hands. Yes, he could see just how aroused she was. She wanted it, wanted it bad! The more prickmeat he threw her, the more she desired.
Yes, Cindy thought to herself, the feeling in her mounting higher with each passing second. It had felt so good before, and now it was feeling better. It felt better than anything the young girl had ever felt before.
"Yeah, yeah!" Gus gasped down at her, his hands slapping flatly against her ass-cheeks. He was stroking straight up and down in her cunt, his crotch pile driving against her pussy. "Move it, baby. Come on, move that caboose. Thatta girl, keep movin' it."
The slaps mixed with her quiet cries of humiliation and delight. Cindy felt his ceaselessly moving cock keep up its chugging trip through her aroused pussy. Her thighs were aching so much from the spread-apart position they were in. The ropes around her wrists and ankles kept Cindy from moving the way she would have liked to. And yet they added a peculiar spice to this whole scene. The thought that she was trapped, the feeling of that hemp cutting into her flesh, everything aroused her terribly. It was getting so hard for her to breathe! And that ball! It kept her mouth pried open, kept her from screaming out for help. Of course, Gus needn't have worried about that now. Such good things were happening to her body Cindy wasn't about to endanger her experience now. All she wanted was his fat prick to keep sliding through her body, spreading her open while the ropes kept her body in place.
"Uhfhhfhfhhfhfff!" she choked.
The young girl knew Gus was about to explode. She prayed he could somehow control himself just long enough for her to reach her orgasm. She had undergone so much horror and pain. It was only fair that she get some of the pleasure as well. And how her pussy burned! How the flames of lust were licking up her tensing thighs, nearly touching her clit! Once that happened. Cindy instinctively knew a firestorm of desire would burn through her, sending her into a region she had only dreamed of!
"Come on, baby, come on!"
With his harsh, kneading hands, Gus gripped the teen's full tits and kneaded them again, turning them inward and rubbing her hard nipples together. The touching of her nipples against one another, the feel of his awful, callused hands against her tits, once more sent Cindy off into a torrent of pre-climactic spasms. She was groaning and shouting through that awful rubber ball, her fingers clawing helplessly at the restraining ropes, her sweaty body banging again and again against the wet canvas of the cot.
Cindy as going half crazy with sensation. The two of them were rocketing up, up toward a wild climax. She was gasping, breathing with wheezing sounds through her flared nostrils as his prick dug harder and faster into her pussy. She kept sighing, waiting for that wonderful moment when her world would explode with atomic fury. She wanted his cock, wanted more of it. Her body ached for his prick, throbbed for it as he shivered under the massive forward fucking strokes.
"Baby ... ohhhhh, fuckin' Jesus baby!" Gus cried, snapping his head back and cinching his eyes closed. Cindy felt his fingers pinching and tugging at the tight flesh of her thighs. He was gasping and crying out something, swearing at her.
And then it happened! Cindy felt his body grow suddenly tight, his hands slapping her wildly while his thighs kept hitting her spasmodically. There was a moment's pause. And then the young blonde teen felt the white-hot jizz spattering into her cunt. He was coming in her pussy, firing the hot, squirmy liquid into her cunt. As the heavy quantity of jizz backed up into her cunt, Cindy felt the throbbing, itchy sensation of her pussy get more and more intense, more concentrated quickly. Cindy gasped, closing her eyes and curled her fingers again, digging her fingernails into her palms. It was as if lightning were sawing through her cunt, the ragged edges slicing into the sides of her vibrating clit. It was going to happen! Because of all the pain, because of all the degradation, because of that wonderful cock still shooting in her cunt Cindy was going to cum ... and cum big!
"Eaggghghghhhhgggg!"
She screamed and screamed, each shriek higher, more intense than the other. Her body arched once more, bridging over the cot while her tits jiggled against Gus's still-massaging hands. Lights exploded in front of her, burning into her brain while her hot, wet, clutching pussy held onto his squirming prickmeat tightly. She wished this could have gone on for an eternity, an eternity of fucking, of cumming, of having her body explode again and again while white-hot jizz slicked over her convulsing cunt walls.
How long her climax had lasted, Cindy didn't know. She kept hearing some woman shouting and sobbing and guessed it could only be her. The power of her first massive orgasm had nearly knocked her unconscious. It was only through the greatest concentration and will that the blonde teen managed to remain alert. When it was finally over, the girl sank back onto the cot, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Only then was she aware of the cutting tension of the ropes and worried about how her wrists and ankles would look once Gus took the restraints off.
"Ohhhhh yeah, baby ... fuckin' shit, that was one hell of a fuck!"
Cindy turned her head away, tears falling freely from her eyes. She had done it, really done it! She could feel the hot jizz still oozing from her cuntslit, wetting down her thighs while the perspiration dampened her flesh. He had fucked her, and now he was laughing at her. She wanted to crawl into some corner and just die.
"And you aint' gonna tell on ol' Gus now, are you, baby? You ain't gonna say a word," he whispered, pushing his face against hers. His foul breath made Cindy shrink away from him as much as she could. His cock was still inside her pussy. " 'Cause if you do, I'm gonna find you wherever the fuck you are and make you wish you hadn't come down here and peeked on me jackin' off. That's what I'd say, too. You came down here for a fuck. It don't matter who they'd believe. The word'd be out all over the fuckin' place and you wouldn't be able to come here again, right?"
Cindy nodded her head, more tears streaming from her eyes. She was caught, trapped by this foul man. And there was nothing, nothing in the world she could do about it!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several days had passed since mother and daughter had become initiated into bondage. Neither knew about the other's experience, Cindy growing quiet and using her studies as an excuse to remain in her room. Angie thought about Joe day and night, unable to control the resulting nervousness that made her jump each time the phone rang. More than once, she thought he would come over in spite of her pleas not to, kicking down the door and manhandling her right in front of her daughter. She knew she could never let that happen again. She would remain chaste, would make sure she never slipped and called that young man over again.
But as the hours passed on the third day Angie sat alone at the breakfast table, staring down into her empty coffee cup, tapping her fingers on the stained saucer. She was feeling so damned nervous, so damned unsettled! Try as she may, the only thing she could think of was Joe and what he had done to her. She was becoming a ... a fuckaholic! What a word! Just thinking of it made her smile weakly.
Angie pushed aside the cup of coffee impatiently, folding her fingers together so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Why did that awful tingle have to come back? Why couldn't she just be a regular woman and not have to contend with these hot, tight feelings in her cunt? She was a mature person. She should be able to control her emotions, couldn't she? Joe had been an accident, a mistake. Surely she could triumph over that. Was this any way for a woman in her thirties to act when she had a teenaged daughter to support?
"Cindy..." she whispered.
Angie stopped, straightening in her chair as she heard her daughter's radio upstairs. She had been quiet lately, not giving her the usual trouble she had about dating and boys in general. That was a good sign, she guessed. Angie had such high hopes of Cindy earning a scholarship and going on to college. She couldn't ruin those chances with some seedy scandal breaking over both their heads.
Footsteps. Cindy was coming down the stairs. The sound of the radio was off. Angie glanced at the kitchen clock. It was three-thirty on Saturday afternoon. The sun streamed in strongly through the back window, warming her arms and thighs. Again she thought about Joe and wondered what he was doing now. She could always call for another grocery delivery.
"Think I'm gonna go down to school," Cindy said, sucking in her pouting lower lip and letting out a soft sigh.
"But who's there, darling?" Angie said, feeling her heart leap up. Her daughter would be gone for a while ... leaving her completely alone-Joe, Joe, Joe.
"Uh ... well, the girls are kinda having a basketball game. I wasn't going to go, but ... well, I'm getting bored studying up there," Cindy stammered, keeping her gaze lowered to the floor. Gus would be there, Gus with his magnificent prick. He had seen her Friday and told her to meet him in his office Saturday, or he'd start spreading rumors around the school about her. Cindy wasn't about to take any chances. Besides, the thought of meeting that man again made her shiver with excited expectation. Would her mother guess that something was wrong? No, she seemed preoccupied about something. Probably it had to do something with her late father's insurance policy. Cindy had heard her mother arguing about something like that with the agent on the phone the other day.
"Well, just take something warm with you, dear. It's going to be chilly later on," Angie said, marveling at the way she was able to keep her voice steady. The woman peered out the window, seeing a few tufts of white clouds drifting lazily over the blue sky. Angie rubbed her damp palms on her shirt, feeling that tingle stealing away that strength she had. The juices were starting to flow from her cunt right now, dampening the broad silken panty crotch. It was a miracle her daughter noticed nothing.
"Guess that's a good idea," Cindy muttered, shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes. "I'll be back around five or so."
"See you then, dear. Be careful," she called out to her retreating daughter.
Yes, Cindy was beautiful. She had nearly forgotten how attractive her daughter was. Could she really be giving her moral advice, telling her what was wrong and right while she, herself, was doing all those terrible things with Joe? Would her daughter have the same inclinations in her later life?
Angie sat back down behind the kitchen table, hearing her daughter rustling about in the living room. Then there was the sound of the door closing and her daughter's fading footsteps. Angie inhaled a deep breath, glanced at the wall clock, then rose from the chair. How her clit burned, twinkling like a star.
"God..."she moaned.
She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding as she dialed the number of the market. What if he were gone? Angie didn't know his home phone number. And the thought of her getting someone else there made her more nervous than ever.
"Yes, this is Mrs. Barrington," Angie said in a quick, breathless voice. Thank God. Joe wasn't answering the phone. But as she rattled off a relatively short order to the woman at the other end of the line, Angie swore she could hear his gruff voice in the background swearing at something or someone. "And send over Joe ... Joe Ganter, if you would. Yes, he left something here the last time he was here and ... and I want to give it back to him."
Angie rang off quickly, amazed that she could be so brazen. She was actually calling for him. The woman still kept her right forefinger on he phone button, holding the receiver against her ear, feeling the plastic grow sweaty against her earlobe. How dizzy she felt! Would he come? And if he did, how would he act? She was taking so many chances. But all this seemed to add to the excitement she felt.
Angie moved from the phone, and she walked like a zombie into the living room, listening to the ticking of the mantle clock, waiting for Joe to come. Her breathing was becoming more and more shallow, her chest tighter, her head starting to throb. Angie leaned against the yawning fireplace, wondering if she should have even called the market. What if her daughter came back early, finding her mother and that man? Angie covered her face quickly with both hands, driving that thought out. No, she couldn't think of that. All she should think of was Joe and what he could do for her. He would take away all the frustration, all the nervousness that had nearly driven her up the wall these past two days.
Again, footsteps at the back door, heavier than Cindy's. Joe. Yes, he was here, knocking on the door. She could ignore him, stay here in the safety of her living room and ... and...
"Coming," she called.
Angie walked briskly through the large room, pausing briefly at the hall mirror to check herself. She could see why Joe came over so quickly with the groceries. What on earth would he tell them at the supermarket when he didn't return for such a long time?
"Yes, come in," Angie said a little airily, glancing over the grinning stud's shoulders to see if the neighbors had noticed anything. No, no one around. Good. Angie closed the door quietly behind him, locking it, wondering what she would do next.
"What you ordered ... from the market," Joe grumbled, putting down a neatly typed piece of paper on the kitchen table.
Angie was swaying back and forth, wondering what she should do. Joe was standing there in a white cotton t-shirt, his big arms folded, his Levi's stretched tightly over his thighs, revealing a long bulge running down his left leg. Angie swallowed hard, tearing her eyes away as she searched for her coin purse in the top kitchen drawer. This was going all wrong. It was too mechanical. Joe was doing nothing but standing there as if he had some other place to go. A pang of jealousy shot through her. What if he had another woman in the neighborhood, and she was only a stopover point?
"I ... I can't seem to find..."
Angie bit her lower lip, tears blinding her eyes. Her fingers were like ice, unable to grip the five-dollar bills wadded in the tiny white purse. She wanted to cry out something, tell him how she felt, but pride kept her from doing a thing. He was going to leave as if she didn't even exist. Oh, it was going all wrong.
"Here," she said, handing Joe two five-dollar bills and not daring to look at him.
"I got my car here. You're the last delivery. I want you to come with me, Mrs. Barrington," Joe said, taking the money from her and stuffing it in his front pocket.
"What?"
"You heard me."
He was crazy. She wasn't about to leave the safety of her home. Surely he had to be thinking she was crazy.
"No, I can't. My daughter-"
Angie didn't get a chance to say another word. He was gripping her by the shoulders, his fingers warming her upper arms immediately. Angie trembled, feeling the strength of his body radiating through hers. She still wanted to say no, to refuse to go with this man. But his eyes bore down into hers, destroying her will, forcing her to bend to him, even if it meant her destruction.
"Come here, baby."
She felt his breath pumping against her throat. He was bending down to her, his mouth opening. In a moment she was pressed against him, her thigh warm where his crotch was. Angie could feel the rigid swelling of his cock pushing outward against his jeans. A hot thrill washed over her flesh while her cunt lips began stretching, pulling, folding over one another with excitement. She let her hips rock back and forth, the subtle movement sliding her cunt lips over one another and against her clit. Joe slipped his right hand down from her lower back over her ass-cheeks, gathering the material of her skirt in one hand, squeezing her ass.
"No, no..."
But Angie let Joe have her mouth, opening it wide, letting him slip his tongue in while he rubbed his crotch against her hipbones. Angie felt herself slipping further and further into his sway, while Joe kept moaning into her mouth. "Come on..."
Angie knew she couldn't refuse. Grabbing her purse, the woman followed him out the back door, locking it, then looking around to see if the neighbors were out. No. No one was around. It was as if there were a conspiracy to push her into his arms.
"Inside," he growled.
She slipped into a small green Toyota, her ass sinking comfortably into the broad front seat. Joe slipped in quickly next to her, starting up the tiny car and backing it with a squeal from the drive.
"I live a few blocks from you, baby. Not bad, eh? I been watchin' you every now and then when you come out here. Thought about stoppin' by. But then I didn't wanna freak you out."
"Oh..."
Angie felt her tits swelling, the nipples growing stiff and itchy, feeling as if they were roasting in some kind of sticky syrup. So, he'd been watching her, thinking of her, maybe, as often as she'd thought about him. The thought made her smile.
They drove for a few blocks, turning into a rear drive leading from an alley. Angie got out quickly, feeling as if she wanted a veil or something to protect her identity. It was a small wood-frame house standing alone at the end of a dead end street. In the distance she could hear a dog barking. Someone nearby was playing a Spanish station, and the sounds of squealing children filtered through the mid-afternoon air. It was a poor neighborhood bordering on hers. "Here."
Joe opened the kitchen door for her, stepping back and letting her in.
"Go downstairs, over there," he said, pointing to a badly scratched brown wooden door standing half-opened on the other side of the refrigerator. There was the distinct smell of stale beer and tobacco hanging in the fetid air. The house obviously hadn't been cleaned much at all. There was litter all around the kitchen, and dirty dishes stacked irregularly in the sink. Angie ignored it all, her heart pounding harder by the passing second. She heard Joe close and lock the front door as she opened the wooden door fully and began making her way carefully down the squeaking wooden steps.
It had been a regular cellar at one point. But Joe had changed that dramatically. There were all sorts of things on the wall that, even in the dim light filtering through the high narrow windows, stood out. Angie still clung to the wooden handrail, her eyes widening as she stared at the equipment-harnesses of all sorts, whips, riding crops, bridles, all made of black leather, some studded with metal bolts and snaps. The sound of Joe's heavy tread behind her made her start.
"Nice, eh? I've been collectin' these things for a long time. Better to have a house with a basement to put all this shit in instead of an apartment," he said, putting his hands between her shoulder blades and shoving her forward.
"I ... don't think you understand," Angie said, turning around slowly and putting her hands out in front of her. "I mean, what happened back there ... in my house, was something else ... different from this." She glanced at the long, complicated bridle hanging to her right. "I didn't mean to give you the impression I was into ... this."
Angie spoke studiedly, feeling the hair rising on the back of her head when she focused her eyes a little more clearly and took in the full extent of Joe's playroom.
"Yeah, you all say that kinda thing. And then, man, you can't get the leather off," Joe remarked. Laying one heavy hand on her shoulder and pushing her back. Angie stumbled backward, stretching out both arms to regain her balance. It was starting. The frightened woman looked about her at the cinder-blocked room. The devices hung there lifelessly, mocking her.
"No, don't..."
But her protests were weak. Joe moved toward her, one hand raised in the air. Angle backed away, her right leg stumbling over something on the floor, a wire of some sort. She kept shaking her head, wanting to scream but finding it impossible to do so. Oh, it had been so foolish to follow her emotions and ride with Joe to this horrible place. Now there was nowhere she could run.
"Uhhh!" she gasped.
His big hand paused for a moment, his fingers outspread before it cut that all-too-familiar arc through the air and crashed against the side of her face. Angie screamed, her head snapping violently to the left, her hair washing over her face. Her knees buckling under the violent attack, the woman collapsed to the floor. Her cheeks stung, the hard blow making her cry out in anguish.
"You keep crying, and yet you want more."
Reaching down, Joe grabbed Angie by the hair, tugging her head up so hard, the muscles around the base of her neck cramped. There was the sound of something tearing-her blouse! Angie jerked away from the big man, holding her garment together. It as happening all over. Only this time there were those awful things hanging on the wall. "No!" she screamed.
Was there someone outside? Angie thought she saw a pair of legs cross in front of the window. Opening her mouth, the woman was about to shout when another blow smacked her hard across the mouth, sending her spinning around to the floor. When she blinked her eyes open, Angie found herself on her right side, one hand between her thigh and the concrete, the other covering her face protectively. Joe was nudging her in the ribs with the toe of his boot.
"Take it off. Take it off, baby, all your fuckin' clothes."
Angie rubbed her fingers over her eyes, choking down a sob of fear. It was a little painful for her to get up. She had fallen to the floor hard, striking her head and hips against the surface. Pushing back the hair from her eyes, the woman stood up, feeling her knees knocking together. Joe was rubbing his now-hard prick through his Levi's watching her with that horrible evil smile crossing his handsome face. Sobbing, Angie finished unbuttoning her white blouse, shrugging the thin material off her shoulders and letting it float to the floor. Reaching back, she unhooked her bra, feeling the straps loose immediately around her sides.
"Yeah, those are the nice firm tits I remember," Joe sighed, stepping up to her. Angie shrank back as the brassiere fell to the floor, shrugging her upper arms in to protect her tits. Joe grabbed her hard, his fingers bruising her upper arms. He was shaking her, making her head roll from side to side. Her tit flopped forward, striking his chest.
"Now the rest."
He flung her back, nearly knocking her to the floor once again. Angie moved hurriedly, not wanting to upset him any more. Unzipping her skirt, she stepped quickly from it, sliding her panties down over her ankles and tossing them in the pile of her clothing. Joe scratched his chin, the smile broadening as he stared at the naked, trembling woman. Angie had never felt so bared and vulnerable before in her life. Again her gaze drifted to the gadgets dangling from the wooden stakes in the walls.
"Stable slut," Joe muttered, walking over to a long piece of leather with several others attached to it and smoothing the backs of his fingers over the studs. "That's what you're gonna be-something to ride around on. You ever do anything like that, Mrs. Barrington?"
"No!" she gasped out, her eyes rounding in horror as Joe slipped the device from the long wooden stake, then held it in front of her.
"It's a real trip. And if you don't put it on, baby, I'll drag you around the room first, then slip this thing onto you one way or the other, understand?"
Angie nodded, unsure of what she was doing, of what would happen to her if she refused.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The same fright that had attacked Angie earlier, when she first saw this horror salon, attacked her once more. When she had refused again to put on that grotesque outfit, Joe shoved her to the floor, kicking her hard just below the rib cage. Angie thought he had bruised some of her organs, the brutal kick knocking the wind from her. She wiggled away from his as he approached, the sound of his boots sliding on the cold concrete floor sending chills up her spine. She thought of her home, of the foolish move of having decided to come with Joe to his place. Her gaze took in that bridle or whatever it was still in his right hand.
"Slut ... that's what you are, baby, and you don't even know it."
"No, you're wrong!"
She was whimpering, craw-fishing back, one hand behind the other, her ass-cheeks sliding over the cold concrete. She wouldn't put that horrid thing on. She wouldn't! He could hit and kick her all he wanted, but it was so grotesque, so humiliating even to think about donning that harness. She shook her head again from side to side, her forehead wrinkling, her heart beating harder.
"No, don't ... don't touch me with that thing ... don't, Joe..."
Nothing had prepared Cindy for this. Even their session in the bedroom three days earlier couldn't have really prepared her for this. Her mind couldn't fathom the depths to which she would sink with Joe, and he was pushing her down deeper, harder.
Angie slid backward, her wide, terror-stricken eyes focused on the advancing animal. He gained on her, kicking her legs apart, throwing the bridle on her. When she brushed the terrible thing from her body, shaking as if he'd thrown a basketful of snakes atop her, Joe stooped, picked up the bridle, then slapped her hard across the face with the leather.
"You'll put this on, bitch, or I'll shove it down your throat."
"No ... I..."
"Agh!" she squealed.
He swung the bridle over his head again, making it come down, or so it seemed, in a kind of slow motion. The studded tips chewed the flesh along her right hip, making her body twitch as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. Again the woman screamed, her voice getting higher, more strained. Angie jerked one leg out, trying to roll onto her belly to protect her pussy.
"Cunt!" he bellowed.
Joe swung the bridle down again, the leather straps crashing against her ass-cheeks, then back against her inner thighs. Angie was dizzy with fright, stumbling forward, her arms stretched out. Somewhere there had to be an exit, an escape from this torment. "Yaggghghhh..."
The tips of the bridle caught the lower swell of her ass-cheeks. The blonde wheeled around, panic swelling in her chest as Joe fell atop her, his hands pawing her tits, her cunt.
"Oh, God, no!" she pleaded.
He was immobilizing her, sliding that device on her in spite of her movements. Again, Angie tried kicking back, knocking the big man from her. Another slug across the right side of her head knocked the fight from her. Joe moved around, kneeling down, sliding what appeared to be a choke collar around her neck.
"This'll keep you from givin' me any lip. You try somethin' and I'll knock the wind outta you," Joe said, sliding the two leather straps through a large brass buckle. Angie swallowed hard, feeling the broad leather studded collar pressing against her windpipe. There was another sensation, this one far more sinister. Joe was forcing her up, forcing her to kneel, keeping her arms rigid and at her sides. He barked orders, calling her all sorts of filthy names as he draped two broad leather straps over the tops of her shoulders, the rest of the bridle falling down the center of her chest. A small cold brass ring to which the two straps were attached made her flesh pucker up with goose pimples. "There."
Joe pulled the straps tightly down over her shoulders, adjusting the ring so it hung just at the bottom swell of her tits.
"Gonna be a good horse, baby, a good horse," he snickered.
Angie felt renewed humiliation rise in her as Joe adjusted the center strap leading down from that cold ring between her tits. She felt the leather press excitingly against her belly flesh, three more straps dangling loosely at the bottom from another ring.
"Yeah, you're gonna be all tied up and ready for a good ride."
A wide cross-strap slipped around her thighs just above her hipbones, fastened by a broad buckle just at the base of her spine. Two smaller ones hung down, gripped later by Joe and pulled around to either side of her cunt lips. Hooks at the backs of these attached to the rear lower buckle. A long narrow strip of leather leading from the woman's spine up to the top shoulder straps completed the device. Joe adjusted the rings and hooks, tugging on the bottom buckle to make sure the narrow thigh straps pressed hard against her swelling cunt lips.
While Joe was dressing her in this encasing device, Angie began to feel her pussy growing hot and tight all over again. The thought of being restrained, of being held captive in leather made her gasp. And the way her pussy was reacting! Needles of sharp, piercing heat bit into her clit, bringing a warmth Angie had wanted these past few days.
"Now, gotta hook you up to something to really make you feel this, baby."
Joe had taken off his t-shirt, revealing his sweat-stained chest. From the tone of his voice, from his rapid breathing, Angie could tell he was as excited as she was. Sliding one hand under the right top strap, Joe led the reluctant Angie across the basement floor, her bare feet aching from the cold concrete. They passed the water heater, stopping by one of three pillars. He was holding her against the cold surface, her shoulders pressed squarely against the support. Glancing up, Angie noticed three eyehooks screwed into the large wood support beam overhead.
"Keep your fuckin' hands at your side, baby," Joe warned.
Angie cringed, flattening her hands and pressing her fingertips against her flesh. A rush of fear and pleasure rippled through her no cunt, making her both apprehensive and expectant as to what was about to happen. Joe kept an eye on her, moving to one wall and sliding off several lengths of chain with various hooks and rings attached to them. "Turn around."
Angie did as she was ordered, keeping her head down, feeling him fumbling with the brass ring between her shoulder blades. The rattling behind her was nearly deafening, the heavy links slapping against the backs of her legs and ankles painfully. A sudden weight on the upper straps told her that Joe had attached the links of chain to her harness.
"Now, we're gonna have ourselves a ride, baby, a good, high ride."
Angie still stod there, the chains pulling hard at her. Joe moved a stepladder behind her, taking the chains up from the floor and tugging them up. She felt the pressure of the leather pulling against her upper chest. The woman looked up and watched as Joe slipped the two long links of chain over the eyehooks. Step by step, he dropped down, always pulling at the chain, the links clattering slowly over the iron hooks. Angie grunted, feeling the leather harness tightening up against her body. He was going to string her up like some piece of meat! Her arms hung limply at her sides, and her fingers fanned out as she curled her toes.
Yes, she was being hauled up, the chains pulling her off the floor.
"Ooooffff!" she coughed.
It became harder for her to breathe, the restraining harness acting as a kind of choke device. The small leather strips around her cunt lips were pressing into her pussymeat, stimulating her, making the juice flow more hotly from her fuck-hole. Angie began twisting from side to side, her toes leaving the floor. Joe secured the chain link when her feet were about three inches from the concrete. He moved the ladder away, standing in front of her with his legs spread widely apart. The leather was cutting into her flesh now, leaving long red marks while the juices from her pussy slicked down the black material around her crotch. A dizzying, buzzing sound filled the woman's head.
"But we gotta do somethin' for those tits," Joe said, his eyes brightening as he studied her. "Yeah, they sure need some attention."
Again, he moved to the wall, taking two smaller linked pieces of chain from the hooks and moving up to Angie. The woman's eyes widened again, studying the tiny clamps attached to the ends of those links. Pinching one open, Joe raised his right arm, affixing the bright metal clamp to her right nipple.
"Yeeagghghehheee!" she screamed.
The painful pressure of the clamp biting into her nipple made the woman kick her legs forward, her head snapping back, tears forming and welling up in her eyes. Joe waited for her to calm down, her arm muscles knotting as she tried climbing the chain holding her off the floor to get away from the hot pain burning into her nipple.
"Now the other one."
Angie clenched her teeth, closing her eyes, struggling to keep silent as the cold clamp chewed down on her left nipple. Still chuckling, Joe stretched the chain out, the pressure pulling her tits away from her chest. How purple and distended her nipples were becoming under this torment! Reaching out, he attached the free end of the small-linked chains to two more eyehooks screwed into the low ceiling. There she hung, her nipples clamped and tugged out, her body trussed in leather, tilting forward, obscenely open to any sexual attack. And all the while, her cunt ached for prickmeat.
"Yeah, that's the way you belong, baby. You belong tied up, roped, in leather!" Joe muttered, moving again to the wall and studying the various devices hanging on the wall. His hands stopped at a long black riding crop.
"Now I'm gonna heat up that pussy ... the way I'll be, you'll dig it."
Joe picked the crop off the wall, winding the thong carefully around his right wrist. Angie waited, horrified at what she guessed would happen. Her spirits sank as the chains rattled above and behind her. As she hung there from the ceiling, her body stretched, stretched enough for her to touch the floor on tiptoe to ease the pulling pain in her arms.
Joe moved around, prodding at her left tit with the end of the crop. Angie shuddered, feeling the leather and metal tip press into her warm tit flesh just under her nipple. Joe laughed softly again, rolling it around, A shiver of hot sensation fluttered from her nipple to her spine. Angie pressed her toes against the floor. Her tits began to swell teasingly as the strain on her arms eased.
Joe walked in front of her, the tip of that crop trailing over the full underswell of her tits. He was playing with her, toying with her mind and body. She could tell that his cock had grown even more, standing straighter against his trousers. Then suddenly the tactic changed. With a sharp, violent move, Joe slashed the crop hard, managing to hit both nipples with ease. Angie squealed, her head snapping back, her along blonde hair washing over her shoulder blades. The hot sting made her teeth rattle in her head. Setting her jaw, the woman slipped her head forward again, staring heavy lidded at her tormentor below.
"Good reaction, baby."
Again Joe drew his hand back, sending the crop crashing into her lower belly, then snapping it down again, making a red X on her flesh with the little whip.
"Unnhhhh!" she gasped.
Her hands flew out protectively over her injured skin. Joe rapped her knuckles hard with the crop, nearly breaking them with the force of that blow. She pushed her arms behind her, rubbing her injured hand against her ass, feeling the cold brush of the leather against her knuckles. Again, Joe struck just under her kneecap with the middle of her crop. He pulled her away from the support column, letting her fall back, striking her head against the concrete pillar and nearly knocking her senseless.
Joe let her hang there for several more minutes, trailing the tip of the crop over her belly, hefting one tit, then the other.
"Baby, this is one hell of a turn-on," he muttered.
Joe reached forward, curling his fingers around several strands of her cunt hairs, then yanking his hand to one side. Angie thought someone had set her pussy on fire. The tearing, pulling sensation sent hot knives of torment through her as her body twisted and bounced on the clattering chains. The blonde woman began gasping loudly, her face flushed with excitement and fear as Joe rolled the torn hairs between his fingers, grinning up at her.
Sagging in the chairs, Angie was about to beg him to let her go. Her shoulder sockets were aching, feeling as if they would tear from the weight of her hanging body. At times she could support herself by straining her toes downward and bracing her body on their tips. But Joe kept hitting her, knocking her from side to side, making any kind of stable position impossible. Then the big man struck her just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop. Angie's ankle jerked to the right. Grabbing it, Joe pulled her away from the support pillar behind, then flung her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Angie slammed against the table, the back of her head striking the column. She rebounded forward, her body aching, the flesh tight against the restraining leather harness. How her head ached and spun as she swayed from left to right like a pendulum. Again her body swung backward, striking the column knocking more sense from her head.
"Let ... let me go, Joe. Oh, please," she sobbed, her tits flopping wetly against one another.
But Joe was too far gone to listen to anything. He lashed the crop over and over against the soles of her feet, sending hot shocks of pain radiating up her legs to her cunt. Angie screamed, jerking her hands down, trying to do something to break the blows of that horrible instrument. She kicked out, trying to evade the whistling crop. Her long blonde hair dangled over her shoulder blades as the woman wailed and shouted. "Ughfhhfhhhghhg!"
Now the arch of her foot was his target. Joe slowed his beating strokes, timing them to hit just when the woman didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Screaming again, Angie jerked her head from left to right violently, doing all she could to stop the bruising swings of that crop against her body. She felt the leather slicing into the white flesh of her ribs and belly.
She managed to get her toes down to the floor once more, easing the strain off her back. But Joe was ready for that. He beat at the backs of her knees, the full fleshy columns of her thighs, then moved around and stuck her jiggling ass-cheeks with a savage glee. Angie could hear his breath wheezing and whistling, mixing with her own cries as that awful crop smacked her flesh again and again.
"Take it, baby, take it 'til it burns your fuckin' butt."
Her ass was on fire. Angie thought she felt her skin splitting under the savage attack. The blazing pain in her ass radiated to her cunt, making her clit respond strangely, violently to the beating. Juice oozed from the seepy lining of her pussy, trickling through her forest of blonde cunt hairs, oozing down her whip-striped thighs. Angie yammered for mercy, jerking her body again on the chains, expecting no help or kindness from Joe.
"Ohhh, no, no, you're ... you're going to kill me," she stammered.
"Yeah, baby..."
She swung again on the chains, her toes brushing over the concrete floor again, her eyes focused on the dirty, unfinished ceiling of the basement. Sinking into complete despair, Angie let herself dangle, her head lolling back, her ass-cheeks relaxed and opened.
"Oh, yeah, baby..."
That move was what Joe had been waiting for. With a quick step around to one side, the big stud jerked his arm up, bringing the crop down with a slashing overhead stroke. Angie heard the whistling sound behind her and braced herself as best she could. There was a sudden flash of heat followed by a tearing, ripping sensation through her asscrack. The tip of the crop caught at her ass-hole, stretching it out of shape, making it feel as if he had set her shitter on fire!
"Eaggghghghghhghhgggg!" Angie screamed, her throat sore from the constant yelling and shouting. The incredible pain of his assault on her ass-hole blasted up, nearly crushing her spine, shooting finally into her brain. She jerked convulsively on the chains, the top of her cunt-mound wet with her shooting juices. Another blow just above her clit sent a shower of sparks into her cunt.
This couldn't go on, it just couldn't. Angie couldn't survive much more, she felt. She shoved her ass backwards, trying to get away from the crop Joe was now trying to screw into her pussy. She felt the blunt tip puckering her cunt lips inward. Her pussy slowly stretched and tried to accommodate that big lifeless thing. The woman's eyes rolled up into her head as the rough leather scraped against the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cunt lips.
"No, oh, no!"
"Ain't gonna waste you on this, baby," Joe said, yanking the crop from her pussy with a loud sucking sound. Angie felt as if her pussy were turned inside out from that sudden move. A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her pussy told the woman that all Joe had done to her wasn't simply painful. He would make her feel the maximum amounts of pleasure and pain before he let her go.
CHAPTER NINE
Joe had tired of beating the woman, getting back on the ladder and unhooking the chains that kept her swinging above the floor. Angie murmured thanks as she felt the floor touch her bare feet once more. But Joe hadn't finished with her yet. Shoving her down onto the concrete, he forced the woman into a doggie position, tucking her knees under her belly, then getting down behind her like a dog and grabbing hold of her hipbones. Angie felt her cunt burning, simmering as if someone had lit a hot fire under it. How the juices ran from her fuck-hole, oozing down her thighs, wetting her kneecaps. All the beating, the degradation and the obscene talk had turned her on as never before. She could hear Joe breathing heavily behind her, heard the sound of his zipper jiggling down, then felt the familiar hot, steely touch of his prick against her ass-cheeks. Angie tried twisting her head around to see what Joe was doing. But the beating, the arousal had seemed to steal her of all strength. She knelt there, her head hanging from between her jutting shoulders, her hair sweeping over her knuckles, her knees hurting from the cold pressure of the basement floor. All she wanted at this point was his prick, his hard, thick cock sliding into her oozing pussy, touching her clit, driving her into that wonderful golden-red world of climax.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned.
More sparks showered into her cunt, waves of delight searing her brain as Joe's prickhead touched her pussylips. The drop of pre-cum at the end of his cock touched her clit, acting like a drop of acid on the tender, supersensitive wand of fuck flesh. Angie trembled, curling her fingers, clawing her shattered nails over the concrete, waiting for his cock to go in all the way.
With a forward thrust of his hips, Joe centered his prick over her cunthole, then shoved in. The woman moaned low, arching her back, her eyes widening and rounding while her jaw slackened. How good it was to feel his prick stuffing at her cuntsleeve, rolling forward, sinking long and hard into her pussy. Angie had the steamy, belly-filling tension of his prick inside her all over again. She moved her thighs from side to side like a flour sifter, pressing backward, wanting to feel all his cock against her.
"Oh, yeahhh..." Joe grunted, shoving forward again, drawing his legs up against hers. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his prick popped past the tense ring of her cuntmouth and shot all the way in. Angie m couldn't believe she was feeling all this. She moved from left to right, feeling Joe's fingers slipping around the harness. He was tugging back, jerking the small straps around her shoulders toward him, forcing the leather to cut into her flesh. At the same time he was fucking her, the big stud slipped his other hand around the waist strap, forcing the crotch leather straps to slide into her cunt just around his pile driving prick. Having that leather sliding into her wet, dark-red cuntmeat while being fucked was too much for the gasping blonde. Angie tossed her head around from side to side, gulping in lungfuls of air as she felt the slippery slide of that leather, lubricated by her own juices and Joe's prick grease.
In and out, in and out, the teasing, steady fucking rhythm of his fat hard cock drove her higher and higher with each pistoning drive. In a while Angie began moving her ass in circles, feeling his cock ballooning out in her cunt, taking over every action of her body. Joe slapped her ass at times, calling her filthy name in the book, telling her how he was going to dump his load in her cunt.
"Uhhh ... ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned.
His hands slipped down to her tits, pinching her nipples, squeezing the flesh until Angie squealed in pain and pleasure. Her cunt burned terribly, and Joe was putting out the fire with his wonderful prick. Her pulse raced faster and faster, scorching her veins while she tossed her hips with a wild abandon. Fucking, fucking, she would be fucking all night if she could. The heat in her pussy climbed higher and higher, burning her brain, taking all thought away from her.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby, fuck it out ... fuck it out, move that butt!"
"Fuck..."
Angie was mindless with lust, feeling an angry fire starting up at the mount of her cunt-hole. A gathering rush in her veins was strong, too strong for her to stop. She grunted, ramming her pussy back onto his prick, feeling his balls flattening up against her ass. She was going to cum! Yes, she could feel her cunt winding up, getting ready for a long, hard, hot cum.
"Now, bitch!"
She felt Joe's prick vibrating inside her, jerking around like a small animal. Then there was the distinctive feel of his jizz spattering against her convulsing cuntwalls. That was all she needed. The blonde woman pitched over the edge, exploding into millions of pieces as her world came to an end. Angie wept and struggled, her fists pounding the floor while she jerked her head. Overwhelming waves of pleasure tore through her cunt, then exploded up through her spine and into her brain. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten, cramp then convulse as the massive thrusts of his cum-spewing prick took over. Angie cried out again, feeling her cuntwalls gripping down on his prick time and time again.
"Ooooh ... eayygyghghghhhh!"
Another explosion, this one more powerful than the others. The leather restrained her body as she tried sliding away from the big man behind her. Joe only laughed at her, closing his eyes and finishing dumping his load of jizz into her cunt. When it was over, Angie felt as if she were near-dead. Joe had let go of her, shoving her forward after having pulled his prick from her. She lay sprawled and bound on the floor, her face covered by one hand as she streched the other one down between her legs and felt the burning, pulsing, clenching of her pussy.
"Good thing you were my last delivery," Joe said, wiping one hand over his sweaty forehead. "I got some more plans for you before I take you back."
Angie shook her head, pushing the hair from her eyes. No, she couldn't take any more of this. And yet she guessed Joe had much more in mind before he would be finished with her. t t t
Some miles away, Cindy was having problems of her own. Driven by some strange dark force over which she had no control, the young teen had slipped back into school undetected by the several patrolmen in the corridors. Gus was waiting for her, standing there with his big hands on his fleshy hips, that same terrible, exciting smile on his lips. As she stood there in the doorway, Cindy thought about bolting once more. But she found herself moving toward him, shutting the door behind her.
"Knew you'd be back," he said, a nervous twitch of his cheek the only indication of just how aroused he was.
"I ... I don't know why..."
Cindy couldn't finish the sentence, feeling so excited she could hardly walk, let alone speak. Her cunt was swollen open again, the seepy, swarmy feeling down between her shivering white legs meaning only one thing-a lust for this big animal in front of her who wanted nothing more than to humiliate and fuck her.
"I don't give a fuck why. Just come on over here, bitch, and get outta them clothes."
Cindy sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of one finger, feeling her flesh become so sensitive that it took her breath away. Slowly she removed the red-and-blue blouse, laying it carefully on one high-backed wooden chair, eyeing Gus warily as she reached down and unzipped her skirt, stepping from the garment. Cindy had worn no panties, and now she blushed furiously when Gus made some filthy comment about that. Kicking her sandals free, the young teen stood there stark naked, her alabaster skin glowing under the bare overhead light bulb.
"You like all the other shit I put you through. You dig gettin' put through your paces, right? That's just what I'm gonna do now, baby, put you through your paces."
He led her to the cot, that all-too-familiar cot where she had lost her innocence just a few days ago. Cindy kept her gaze lowered, her hands in front of her, fingers interlaced as Gus went to that horrid box and pulled out bizarre leather accoutrements. One he held looked something like a complex object.
"Come here, baby."
Cindy folded her arms protectively over her tits, shuffling her bare feet over the cellar floor. What would her mother think if she were even to guess what she was doing? And her friends would just have a fit if they suspected what turned her on. Yet no one would find out. They were alone here, alone in this big building, she and Gus acting out their private fantasies. Cindy felt her heart start again after the janitor draped the leather device over her head.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped quietly.
One strap fitted over the center of her skull, the strap dividing in two just between her eyes and going down either side of her nose. They ended at the junction of her lips, kept apart in a broad upside-down Y by a third strap that ran across her face, just below her ears to the back of her head. There were small adjusting straps which Gus tightened now, cinching the leather hard against her cheeks and skull. A small black rubber ball, slightly tinier than the one he had forced in her mouth before, completed the picture, forcing her jaws apart.
"Yeah, baby, yeah ... nice horse, nice pony. Can ride you all the time," Gus laughed, pulling a three-inch-wide studded collar from the box, then fitting it tightly around her throat. Cindy tilted her chin up high, swallowing saliva, her nostrils flaring at the touch of that collar as it pressed against her windpipe. Two straps dangled from the bottom of that device, now hooked around the underswell of her full tits and attached to the back end of the collar.
"Now for these," Gus said, bending one arm back and pressing the fingers against the base of her spine. Cindy groaned against the rubber ball, bending forward until her torso was parallel to the floor, her long blonde hair hung over her face and ears, curtaining her eyes. Gus reached around for her other hand, bending it back and instructing Cindy to keep her hands together while he searched for a set of appropriate wrist cuffs. It didn't take the janitor long to find them, shaking them free, then slipping the leather padded devices around her wrists and snapping them shut. Fear and panic began to rise in her, the same kinds of feelings that had heightened her arousal three days before when he'd roped her to the cot and fucked her mindless. Even now the girl could feel her pussy getting hot, so hot that she thought it would kindle her frizzled cunt hair alive with flame. She shuddered, her knees growing weak, her flesh crawling with unspeakable delight. The cuffs rubbed up against the sore areas that had been chafed by the ropes earlier. Thank goodness her mother hadn't noticed anything during those three days. Of course, she had done all she could to disguise it. And now it was happening all over again, bondage, bondage and fucking, the two becoming so mixed together that Cindy couldn't separate one from the other.
"One more hookup here, bitch."
There was more rattling around in that box as Cindy remained doubled over in that obscene position, her tits hanging from her chest, pulling sexily at her flesh. Gus pulled out two sets of clamps which were attached to one another by a fourteen-inch length of small-linked chain. Immediately Cindy knew what that was for. Bending down, he rubbed the cold metal over her right nipple, making the surrounding flesh crinkle in response. Cindy felt another shiver race up and down her spine. She rubbed her fingers together and felt her cunt lips grow hot and tingly, felt more of the pain, more of that same kind of discomfort that somehow added an incredible spice to her arousal.
The tiny crocodile-like teeth bit into her rubbery nipples, the slight weight of the clamps and attached chain pulling her dark-red flesh out from her areola. Oh, how her cunt burned, tingled and itched with the touch of that horrible little thing. And now Gus was attaching the other one, opening the clamp and letting it chew down on her left nipple! The chain draped in a slight bow toward the floor, pulling his tits out from her chest even more! He had finished with her, finished trussing her up in this horrible outfit. And now he told her to bend down even more, her ass-cheeks high in the air.
"Gonna ride this little doggie ... gonna ride 'er real nice."
Twisting her head around, peering over one shoulder, Cindy watched as Gus slipped out of his greasy gray uniform, sliding his dirty shorts down over his thighs after having pulled off his loafers and socks. There was his prick, the one that had given her so much unholy pleasure the day before. And he was going to fuck her again, going to drive her out of her mind once more with his horrible cock after doing God only knew what with her.
"Mount 'em up. You don't know how much I've thought about doin' this to you girls, baby," Gus panted, stroking his cock with his right hand. "Been peekin' in the Johns, watch-in' you piss and all that shit. You know..." He stroked her cheek slowly. "I even saw a couple girls fingerin' themselves off while in the toilet." He chuckled, swinging one leg over her thigh. "I jacked off then, watchin' some cunt think she was alone while she finger-fucked herself. Man, some of you cunts really get crazy when you cum. You're one of 'em, baby. You get real nuts."
"Ohhfhhffff!" she gasped.
He was on top of her, his legs straddling her lower back as if she were a horse and he the rider. She felt his thick-muscled thighs pressing hard against her sides, his hands rubbing up and down either side of her spine. He twisted his fingers around her hair, pulling back on the strands as if they were reins. Cindy groaned into the rubber ball, snapping her head back, letting her knees nearly buckle to the floor.
"No you don't, baby. You ain't gonna collapse on me, not yet."
He pulled back on her hair hard and knead her, knocking the wind from her lungs. He was actually riding her!
"Come on, move it, baby, move it around here."
His muscular weight nearly crushed her to the floor. Cindy grunted, her face reddening, her mouth puffing out the wind it took to feed her straining body. One foot out, then the other, then the other again, slowly she began making progress, her back nearly cracking in half from Gus' ass pressing down on it. He laughed at her, kicked her several times in the shins, jerked painfully back on her hair and nearly tore it from the roots more than once. Cindy stumbled against the cot, regained her balance, then stumbled again, careening with Gus on her back until she hit the water heater. Nearly losing her balance, the girl leaned heavily to the left, stumbling one foot over the other toward the stairs. It was so hard to move around with Gus on her back, his words biting her pride, his feet kicking hard against her sides, his hands tearing at her hair. He rode her around the basement room like that for nearly ten minutes, giving her directions, then changing them when she had nearly carried them out. Cindy was close to collapsing, feeling her strength quickly abandoning her, when Gus finally tired of this game.
"Good horse. But you're one hell of a better fuck, I know."
She felt him sliding off her body, his fingers caressing the sides of her head, tugging at the bridle around her chin.
"Oooooffff!" she gasped.
"You wanna get fucked like some kinda wild animal, right, baby? That's just what you're gonna get ... one hell of a wild fuck."
Pushing her into an upright position, Gus moved her back, back past the water heater toward the cot until she felt the backs of her legs brush against the chair.
"You probably wouldn't move around much to get away now," Gus said, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cunt and watching her pussylips pucker up at the light touch. "But I'm not gonna take any chances."
Taking a long length of half-inch line from the green box, Gus knotted one end around the cuffs, using a double figure-eight, attacking the free end up around a large hook that had been embedded in the wall behind her. She was restrained further by the rope tugging now at her wrist cuffs. Sliding down, his tongue trailing along her hot, salty flesh, Gus licked down into her navel, then slipped farther, finally lapping at her moist, swollen fuzz-edged pussylips.
Terrified, Cindy moved her hips forward, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddery moan of delight as his tongue licked into her fuck-hole. She felt the juices flowing again, oozing out, dropping onto his lancing tongue. Gus was fully aware that Cindy was responding quickly to his licking, that she wanted to cum in his mouth. He gave her feathery kisses, sucking at times at the smooth, slick surface of her outer pussylips, then stiffening his tongue and stabbing down, down into her cunt until she let out a cry of wild delight and jerked her knees forward, nearly tumbling to the floor.
"Good," Gus nodded, pulling back.
Cindy opened her heavy-lidded eyes, feeling the clamps weigh more heavily on her swollen tits. Somehow he had managed to get hold of another dildo, this one seemingly thicker than the one he'd used to break her cherry days before. He was pushing it in now, stretching the girl's pussy. It slipped past the curled lips of her pouting cunt, making her scream through the rubber ball. It bored into her like some merciless drill. Peering down through tear-blurred eyes, Cindy saw the look of undisguised glee as Gus looked up and saw her expression of terror and pain.
"Uhhfhffff!" she moaned.
Cindy felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into his glassy eyes. Gus had her where he wanted her-helpless, roped. There was no happiness in his face now, only obscene joy, the joy of one animal overpowering another. He had her tight little pussy stretched more and more, twisting the dildo around like a screwdriver, nearly tearing her sensitive, trembling cunt walls.
"Uhhhhh . .
Cindy pushed her legs apart in an attempt to widen her pussy-hole. Nothing seemed to help. Nothing aided her discomfort as he twisted in another inch or two of that horrible prick into her cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
"Stop ... uufuufufff!"
"Now, baby, you're gonna find out what this is all about. I've just been fuckin' around with you before. Now we're gonna get down to the real stuff."
"Ohhh!"
"But I can't really get a good hold of you this way, baby. We gotta string you up ... you know, get you goin'. "
Craning his neck and slitting his eyes, Gus peered up at the ceiling, taking note of a U-hook screwed into the ceiling just above him. Grinning knowingly, the janitor pulled out another length of rope, this one nearly eight feet long, and slipped it around the screw above him, testing it for strength by tugging on it, then unknotting the line holding Cindy's cuffed wrists to the hook behind her. She felt him slipping the stretch of rope around her wrists, tying it firmly, then pulling on the free end. Her wrists were pulling back and up away from her body. She leaned forward, a terrible tearing pain attacking her shoulders. He was hauling her up from the floor, her arms pulling back behind her, lifting her sagging body higher and higher. Another shock of agony racing up her knotting, distended arms, nearly knocked her unconscious. In a few moments she found herself dangling from the ceiling, her feet about eleven inches from the basement floor. Faintly, behind the door, Cindy could hear the school bells ringing automatically in the empty corridors.
"Ooooffff!" she gasped.
The heavy dildo was all the way in. Something else was happening, something terribly odd. Glancing down again, she realized that there was a kind of suction around her cunt lips. There was some kind of clear plastic cup around the edges of that latex thing, preventing air or anything from escaping her pussy. Gus' eyes were glittering again, that hideous, animal-like glitter that made her feel terror knifing through her body and brain once again. The janitor moved back to the gray porcelain double sink near the water heater, turning on the cold water and doing something, filling a container, as best as Cindy could tell. When he turned around, the young blonde teen realized it was a large sack with an orange bulb attached to it.
"We start now."
Moving up to her, Gus slipped a tube hanging from the other end of the filled container to the base of the dildo. As wires had been attached to the first latex prick, tubing was attached to this one, tubing through which that icy water would spray!
"Eeeeeeyyyaghghghhhh!" Cindy shrieked, her body jiggling on the rope, the movement sending more hot shocks of agony through her straining shoulders. The girl thought she felt something popping as her legs kicked out. The icy liquid splashed all around inside her, slicking down her cunt flesh, making her pussy walls shrink more tightly around that dildo. The thickness of the pseudo cock kept her itching tissues from tightening too much, and they strained all the more in their attempts to shrink. Pain rode through every nerve ending in Cindy's body, it seemed, as Gus shot more icy water into her pussy.
"Yeah, yeah!" he exclaimed, sweat beading his forehead.
Cindy watched as his prick turned a darker and darker shade of red, his fat meaty cockhead throbbing and pulsing with unbridled lust while his big hairy balls tightened in their sac. Another shot of water caused another icy chill that made her body stiffen and bounce painfully on the long, groaning length of hemp behind her.
Gus had estimated the amount of water correctly. She was swelling open with the liquid. And now the water was heating up by her body temperature, the heat making the liquid expand. Her agony was becoming greater, her face alternately reddening and blanching. That horribly suction cup held itself securely in place, keeping the water from oozing out. Every time she tried to force it free, Cindy felt another shock of pain.
"Now, we're gonna experiment about how you like havin' your ass fucked."
Gus had gone back into the box and pulled out some kind of screwing clamp, then several of them! She saw the strange-looking things in his big hands, glittering obscenely under the bright overhead bulb. He moved around her, placing the cold clamp between her sagging, pert ass-cheeks. Turning a small knob, Gus was widening the clamp, stretching her asscrack farther and farther open. The more Gus twisted that knob around, the farther apart her ass-cheeks spread. He had put the clamp carefully in her crevice so when her ass-cheeks were completely stretched open, the pucker of her shitter was completely exposed. Cindy felt the cold rush of air blowing against her stretched-open ass-hole. For a second the girl forgot about the dildo stretching her pussy open, forgot about the warming water churning around her convulsing cunt and thought about the terrible words Gus had spoken. Was he really going to fuck her back there?
"Noooffff!" she gasped.
Biting down on the black rubber wedge, Cindy tried to squirm away from his pawing fingers. She felt him fingering her shitter, sticking one finger in up to the second joint, then wriggling it around. His jagged fingernail scraped painfully along her slick ass lining, making her gasp in pleasure. Her cunt muscles tightened strangely around the dildo each time Gus jabbed his ass-invading finger deeper into her guts.
"Yeah, I found it."
He was fumbling around behind her, standing up on a low box and holding her from behind. With a heaving sigh, he located his target, ramming his prick forward, shoving his fat long cock at her stretched ass-hole.
"Yiiiiii!" she screamed.
Cindy shrieked louder and louder, wriggling even more furiously than before. She twisted from side to side, trying to pull free of the awful ropes chafing her wrists. How her shoulders popped, threatened to tear, it seemed, as her body fought against the pulling line. And all the while there was that awful pain, that terrible pulsing agony making her ass-cheeks ache. That prick, that killing prick stretched her shitter, sending Shockwaves of agony racing through her body! Oh, how those white-hot flashes of pain brought tears coursing down her flushed cheeks, while scream after scream ripped from her throat.
"Ohhhhh, yeahh ... nice and tight. I like it nice and tight," Gus crooned, smoothing his fingers over her body.
He had stopped fucking her for the moment, leaving his prick inside her, his cock throbbing like crazy, the juice oozing from his prickhead. He kept telling her what a tight ass-hole she had, how good it felt having her shitter clenching shut on his invading prick. Then his fingers moved up to her tits, the jagged nails flicking at her bloated nipples, that touch sending a new kind of pain shooting through her.
"Uhhhhhh..." Cindy gasped, then sobbed, feeling a strange kind of heated pleasure burning through her body. And how that water seemed to increase in pressure as he excitement rose! It was impossible to stop the pleasure rising in her, try as she might. He was pounding his prick back into her shitter now, his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks, his knees pressing hard against the backs of her legs. Red and black stars exploded in her head again and again as she bounced once more on that restraining rope.
"Uhhhhh ... ooohhhh!" she moaned.
Gus squirmed a little closer to her, using his thick-muscled hips to force her thighs farther apart. At the same time, he was sliding his left hand down under her ass-cheeks, teasing her mercilessly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over that sensitive narrow ribbon of flesh separating her cunt and ass-hole. Cindy snapped her head from side to side, those chilly flashes of sexual heat making her so excited, she could have pissed! But the water kept her from doing anything. Then she felt him biting her neck, again telling her terrible, wonderful things about her body while corkscrewing his cock into her shitter a little deeper. He touched her clit with his pinching fingers, drawing an explosion of white-heat from her tiny fuck nub.
"Ufhfhfhfhhfhfffff!" he panted against the back of her neck, sounding almost as if he were drowning. Cindy felt him shudder more than once, his grip around her waist tightening, relaxing, then tightening again. And always there was that slow, hard, hot sliding sensation up her ass-hole. And then the teen realized Gus was all the way in.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.
Gus left his cock inside the girl for a moment, letting her take the sensation in of having her ass split by his prick. The pressures in her cunt were building up because of her excitement, the water seeming to boil and froth against her convulsing pussy walls. It was such an odd sensation! Oh, how it all hurt. Cindy could feel the agony. But with that hurt was a delectable sensation. The thrill was building more and more in her, a powerful climax starting right in her clit.
"Yeah, yeah!" Gus cried, grunting like a stuck pig behind her. "You're as tight as a young cunt should be ... just like I thought you'd be. Man, wonder if any of the other cunts are like you!" Gus smoothed his hands again up and down her body. He traced her small curves, pinching her thighs, then cupping her ass-cheeks once more and squeezing them so hard that she squealed through that gagging rubber ball.
"Yagghghhgggg!" Cindy cried again, feeling the pleasurable throbbing taking her breath away. Her cunt burned, burned with a delight she had never thought possible. His prick was stabbing her, burning into her ass. And all the while, her cunt was exploding. Her ass-hole started tightening on his invading cock, making her raise her hips as best she could to take in more of his prick. She was trying to swallow up more of Gus' prick, more of his cock to fill her up!
"Yeahhhh ... use those hips, baby. Yeah, I see you dig what I'm doin' to you. You're gobblin' this up. Man, can I pick 'em!" Gus chuckled half to himself, hitting her ass-cheeks, then pinching her arms and legs while pulling back a few inches.
Cindy's eyes flickered. She felt as if he were yanking out a handful of guts with that movement. She tightened her thighs, pushing back, arching her spine in an effort to keep that warm, stiff thing up her ass. Gus stopped, then tensed his thighs once again, shoving his cock all the way in until his heavy balls flattened against her ass-cheeks.
"You like it, baby?" Gus asked, smoothing his fingers over her clit.
"Love it ... I love it," Cindy gasped low and throaty, her mind awhirl with the sensations racing from her clit and shitter. It was true. Yes, it was true! She loved it, loved every second of this torment.
"Yeah!"
With that Gus stabbed her again in the ass more viciously than ever. Cindy writhed all the more violently, swaying from side to side, wondering when it would ever end, and praying it never would.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cindy felt Gus' right hand slipping around her hips again, and his prick kept making short fucking movements into her ass-hole. He was gripping the tip of the dildo, twisting it around and around, making short jerky movements in and out of her pussy. The result was to create a churning sensation inside her cunt, make that water slosh around, stimulate her as she had never been aroused before. Cindy kicked out both legs like a frog. His free hand squeezed her ass-cheeks even harder. Gus laughed at her gasps and cries, fucking her harder when the young blonde teen screamed for him to let her go.
"No way, bitch, no ... uhhh ... no way!"
"No, no..."
But Cindy couldn't stop herself, didn't really want him to let her free. No, she loved the sensation of her arms being pulled back, the painful tension in her shoulder sockets, the chafing of the cuffs against her wrists, and his wonderful prick burrowing down into her hungry assmeat. She found her mouth watering, her throat aching with tension while her cunt spasmed again against the sloshing water. She was certain her body would explode at any second, her cunt shooting the suctioning dildo out against the far wall.
"Cum, you Goddamned little fuckin' bitch. Come on now and fuck it out."
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Reaching around, Gus gripped the dildo hard, twisting it halfway around and pulling outward. There was a burping sound, then the sensation of the water rushing out. He had pulled out that thing. Immediately spasms rocked her pussy as the warm water boiled out and rushed down her trembling white legs. Cindy groaned, feeling her cunt walls rubbing against one another at the sudden release of tension. Miniature spasms rippled through her pussy, making her cuntwalls slap hard against one another.
And then she felt his prick sliding out from her ass-hole. With a sharp cry, biting down on the gagging ball, Cindy cinched her assmouth closed, trying to keep his hard hot prick embedded in her pussy. The lewd feeling of his prick sliding out from her shitter, making he ass mouth pucker out, sending more thrills of delight rushing up and down her spine. But she wanted him to stay in her. No, he couldn't pull out, couldn't leave her completely abandoned like that!
"Ughhhh!" he grunted.
For a moment his bloated prickhead paused at her shitter lips, the double-lobed bulb tugging at the wrinkled flesh. Then Gus jerked out his prick, leaving Cindy feeling so abandoned, so empty. The girl sobbed in complete humiliation, twisting her head around and staring wide-eyed at the opposite wall. Oh, if only he would fuck her, fill her again with his prick. The emotions he had triggered in her had taken the girl over completely. Now all she cared about was fucking, fucking and the pain and pleasure that Gus brought along with it!
"Uhghhghhhffff!" she panted.
He was pulling her down, easing the rope, keeping her wrists bound tightly behind her back. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to the floor. Obediently Cindy sank to her knees, glad the awful tension that had nearly pulled her arms from their sockets was gone. He was tilting her head back, holding his fat prick in one hand, rubbing his hot, blood-filled cockhead against her lower lip.
"You're gonna suck me off now, baby. I don't know if you ever gave your boyfriends head or not, but you're gonna suck my prick good 'n hard."
She felt his fingers pressing down hard against the junction of her jaws, forcing them open. Oh, how her cunt burned, ached for his cock, for the dildo! But he wanted her to suck him now. Perhaps if she did a good job, she would feel Gus' prick fucking her into another blinding climax!
"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhh!"
Cindy had never done anything like this. She felt his prick sliding heavily over her lower lip, his cockhead shoving back over her tongue, barely brushing her teeth as it made its way down, down into her mouth. She moved her tongue around just under his prickhead, feeling the hot, slippery bulb. The taste was rank. Yet it was part of that man, and because of that, Cindy wanted to suck it, to eat it, to swallow his cock down her throat as much as she could. It was a heavy, hunk of prickmeat sliding in and out of her mouth, and how good it felt!
"Suck it harder, bitch! Come on, clamp them lips down on my fuckrod . . .oh, yeahhhh, like that ... like that, you Goddamned slut! Uhhhhh..."
Gus arched his back, drawing closer to the girl, striking his thighs periodically against her cheeks. Cindy was going a little mad, licking her tongue up, down and around the fat thing, leaving a residue of saliva all over his cock. The hairs matting his crotch were tickling the insides of her nose, almost making her sneeze. She could smell the strong, bleachy aroma of his sweaty groin, that odor triggering her into yet a higher state of heat. The young girl felt her cunt muscles cramping, knotting up with excitement while her tongue massaged back and forth, the tip teasing the sensitive groove just under his double-lobed cockhead.
"Goddamn! You sure know what the fuck you're doin' with ... uhhhhh ... with that mouth, bitch ... yeahhhh, you're real good!"
Cindy liked what he was saying. Yes, she knew she was turning him on, making him growl with delight, making him weak with her mouth. There was a kind of rush of power and exhilaration at the thought that she could make someone as big as Gus that hot, that weak. She sucked harder, pulling at his prick with her lips while wriggling her magic tongue wildly back and forth over the cum tube bulging out now from the bottom of his prick. With another jab in, Cindy sucked so hard that her cheeks sank in, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Man, ohhhhh, man..."
How strange! Nothing was in her cunt, and yet the pressure of Gus' prick in her mouth was making her pussy so hot, so terribly hot and tight. She heard Gus swearing like a sailor, felt his hands tightening around her skull, his fingers pressing in against her temples while his prickhead banged again and again against the back of her throat. For a moment Cindy thought Gus was going to shoot off in her mouth. She heard him making the same throaty sounds he had choked out when he'd fucked her before. Now he was fucking her mouth, sliding his prick in and out, in and out over her pouty lower lip. Saliva frothed around her lips, dripped down her chin while his balls slapped noisily against her head. Gus leaned forward and down, holding her skull tightly now with his knees. In and out, in and out his cock kept sawing through her mouth as the fire in her cunt burned savagely out of control. Again, the girl wrinkled her nose at the pungent aroma of his sweaty, unwashed crotch. But the initial repugnance was gone the moment he shot his prick back into her mouth and slapped her face.
"Oh, take it baby, take it!"
He was sliding his balls into her mouth, pulling out his cock and rubbing the slick base against her nose. Cindy sucked in his leathery prickhead and tongued the groove teasingly. She could feel herself edging up toward orgasm once more! That dildo, the water, the ass-fucking, his pawing fingers, everything sent her soaring up toward a climax.
She could almost feel the cum boiling in his fat balls. Just when she thought he would cum in her mouth, Gus pulled out, wiping his spongy purple cockhead over her flared nostrils.
"I ain't gonna waste my jizz in your fuckin' mouth, baby. I got other plans for that."
He pushed her back, his hands heavy on her shoulders. Cindy toppled backward, her head striking the concrete hard. She was dizzy with the force of that blow, dizzy with the force of her boiling lust. Gus threw himself on top of her, his hipbones bruising her thighs, his feet kicking hers violently apart. The cold hardness of the floor made her back and shoulders ache terribly. And yet the touch of his hard hot prick against her pussy, his cockhead prodding against her bloated pussylips made the pain disappear, turn into something far more powerful, far more delightful. Cindy curled her legs around the big janitor. She felt his fingers tugging at the leather harness around her head, pulling it tighter, threatening to crush her skull with his moves. She choked and gagged, the rubber wedge nearly cutting the junction of her lips as Gus knocked her legs up and thrust down with his prick. After two or three tries, the young janitor finally sank his cock into Cindy's boiling cunt.
Oh, yes it was what she finally needed. Shamelessly the young blonde teen rutted there under Gus, kicking and screaming with whorish abandon.
"Uh ... uuhuuhuhhhh!" she grunted.
Cindy was going insane with sensation. Her brain shattered into millions of pieces as his prick drove harder and faster into her pussy. Gus was grunting, his body slapping wetly against hers as the two became awash in their own sweat! Cindy cinched her eyes shut, thinking about Gus, thinking about being fucked thousands of times by hundreds of faceless, nameless men. All she wanted to be in life was a whore, a sluttish whore who would take on men as often as possible, her clinging cunt milking them dry of every drop of hot, sizzling cum!
Gus' hands gripped her ass-cheeks tightly, squeezing and kneading them. Then, wild with his own arousal, he slipped one forefinger up her shitter, digging around cruelly, scraping her bowel lining with the nail, grunting as the girl was hurled into a new dimension of climax.
"Yagghghghghghhh!" she wailed.
Whipping her hips up and down, battering her ass-cheeks against the hard cellar floor, the teen thrilled to the combination of his fucking finger and prick. Then there was that wonderful sensation, the feeling of her cunt being hosed down with squirt after spurt of cum! Yes, Gus was shooting off, firing his load hard and fast into her pussy!
"Cummmmmm!" Cindy shrieked, and she kicked, completely dissolved by the climax. Her body shattered, her mind fell to pieces while Gus kept firing his load into her body. How her cunt muscles cramped and grabbed onto that hunk of squirming cockmeat, the jizz seeping from around its throbbing sides and oozing down into her asscrack. Again and again, the girl hissed through her teeth, biting down on the wedge, feeling her heart about to explode as she became all cunt-hot, wet, clutching.
"Man, oh, man..."
In minutes it was over. Gus had pulled out, smearing his prickhead over her still-tight cunt lips. The tit clamps were pulled off, as was the harness, all neatly re-hung on the inner racks of that green box near his cot. Next came the cuffs, leaving the girl free to go. But Cindy still lay there, her head now propped up on the front of the cot, her eyes studying the big man as he slipped his legs into his gray overalls.
"Don't worry, baby," Gus said, tucking his shirt into his trousers and zipping up. He kicked her skirt and blouse over to her. "I won't forget about you. You come down here any ol' time and Gus'll fix you up."
It was horrible, awful. And yet Cindy, as she picked up her blouse and skirt and began slipping them on, knew she would be back to let Gus touch her once more, manipulate her as she had to be manipulated. And to think that only a few days ago she was nothing more than a virgin, like the other girls in school who talked about doing things with guys but never had the courage. Well, she had had the courage, and had done things the others wouldn't even have dreamed of. Hiding an impish smile, Cindy slipped the thin cotton blouse over her shoulders, buttoning it quickly, wondering when she would sneak down here and let Gus do all those naughty, wonderful things to her once again. t t t
Back home, Angie was sitting alone on the big sofa, her cunt still tingling, her body still feeling terribly alive to the touch. She could still feel Joe's body against hers, his hands cruelly hitting her, the touch of whips, the riding crop, the sensation of being strung up like some Nazi prison-camp prisoner and violated in the most sadistic ways possible.
"Oh, God!" she sighed.
Angie dropped her head slightly, covering her mouth with one hand, feeling shudders of excitement ripple up and down her flesh. It had been wrong, completely wrong. And yet Angie couldn't deny she had hunted Joe down, had nearly begged him to come over and fuck her. He had taken her to his place, to his playroom and had visited some of the worst humiliations one human could impose upon another. And she had loved it! Yes, she had loved the pain, had sought the degradation And Angie knew she wanted more.
Oh, if her daughter Cindy were to find out...
The thought made her cheeks burn with fire. No, Cindy must never discover that secre Angie tightened her fingers. Her daughter w far too innocent, too naive to understand th ins and outs of what had been going on in h mind and body. Perhaps much later, when sh was older, more sophisticated.
Angie glanced up at the clock. Cindy would be coming home soon. Time to put on dinner.
And then perhaps she would think of Joe again, think of when she would order groceries again and let him seduce her once more with his wild brand of sadism. Yes, she thought, stifling a long yawn and stretching her thin arms over her head, it was going to be a good, wonderful year!
