Diane Miller smoothed down her tight black skirt as she slid out of the tow truck, her car having given out in the middle of the New Mexico desert an hour before. The trip had turned into a disaster, she thought, looking over to where her daughter, Tammy, and Tammy's friend Julie, were scrambling down from the tow truck, giggling like the schoolgirls they were. She ran her hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair, her tight-fitting emerald-on-black silk blouse pulling tight against her large breasts, her anger and frustration growing as she looked around this deserted fueling station, marking the pumps, the garage, and the connecting office, as well as an upstairs living space, her piercing green eyes falling on Julie in her cutoff shorts and cutoff T-shirt as the damned girl began flirting with the truck driver. Damned slut. The child was practically screaming "rape me". She bit back her anger.

"Julie!" Diane said, "Leave the man alone." She ignored the way his eyes roved over her body, all six feet of firm, smooth, curved womanly flesh, and pulled two twenties from her purse.

"Thank you Ma'am," the driver nodded to her, smiled at Julie and her daughter, forcing her to bite back a rebuke to the girls as they giggled and waved, and said, "the owner of the station will be around shortly. He's probably just upstairs getting something to eat. He'll take good care of gals." He eyed the girls and the woman greedily, thinking about the pliable pieces of fuck-meat they were going to become. Harry always did a nice job with whores like these--hell, he might even head back in this direction later in the day to see if they still had any kick left in them.

Diane couldn't keep a sneer off of her face--the uncouth, unclean son-of-a-bitch, leering at her that way. She watched the truck drive off in the heat of the New Mexico sun, wishing she hadn't even begun this trip, and certainly wishing she hadn't agreed to take Julie along. Julie was arrogant, flirtatious, and teasing, flaunting her young body, enjoying the attention she received from the opposite sex. Slut. Only twelve and already a slut, she thought, showing all that white flesh, her short blond hair, light blue eyes, and pretty face just adding to the aura of corrupted innocence. She'll be pregnant by fifteen; I don't understand what Tammy sees in her--I've taught her better.

She glanced at Tammy, whispering into Julie's ear, proud of her daughter, proud of her 5'5" height, her lithe, willowy figure, her auburn hair hanging down to her shoulders, her large, round green eyes, bright with intelligence, the slight pout to her mouth, her delicate, beautiful features, her twelve year old body budding into womanhood. Tammy was a good girl, a bit sharp, a bit quick to feel contempt, too beautiful, too _sexual_, Diane thought, for her own good, thinking of all the times she had seen her daughter unconsciously flirt with boys and men, her body giving signals which her mind didn't even recognize. But Tammy was a good girl, who could be counted on not to get in (too much, she qualified) trouble.

She shook her head slightly and stared at the garage, her hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread, her short black skirt pulling tight against her thighs, her blouse tight against her flat stomach, her breasts straining against her silk fabric, her eyes narrowed against the sun and the glare of the windows on the upper floor of the garage as she waited for the owner to come out. Bastard was sure taking his time; she was in no mood to wait.

Harry Samson, owner of the only garage and gas station within fifty miles, his only customers a few Indians and the occasional bikers, rubbed his greasy hand across his fat, hairy belly as he looked down at his "customers". He grinned. "Hey Fang," he said to his dog, a young Mastiff, pure-blood, big and scary and just right for keeping people out of his business, "we got some company. Let's go visit." He grinned to himself, chuckling, as he made his way down the stairs. Good thing Ben had brought them; he and Ben were buddies--no unwelcome questions would get past Ben.

Tammy giggled again. She knew her mother didn't like Julie, but Julie was _so_ much fun. Julie was telling her about how she had seen the driver's penis get hard when they were driving, and how she had wriggled against him in the seat. She made it sound so wicked and silly at the same time. She glanced at her mother, standing staring at the building, making sure she was out of hearing range. Not that she, Tammy, would ever do anything like that--the man had been gross, smelly and hairy--and she wouldn't have the nerve, anyway. Sometimes she wished her mother wasn't so strict, so _prudish_. She never could get comfortable around boys, her mother's words about the sins of the flesh echoing through her mind whenever her thoughts wandered to what it would be like. She blushed just thinking about it.

Diane swiveled her head down as she saw the wooden door to the office swing open, her face immediately twisting in disgust and then a twinge of fear as she first caught site of the owner and then of his large dog before she smoothed her expression over. No reason to get on bad terms with the man, she thought, even if he's a disgusting, fat, foul excuse for a human being.

He was short, at least six inches shorter than her, obese, with piggy little eyes and a piggy little face and a huge gut which hung below his dirty, stained, V-neck T-shirt, flopping over his belt like a huge white slug, and obscenely hairy, every follicle seemingly covered in dirt and grease. His legs were a grotesque white, the skin stretched by lumpy fat and covered with hair, his shorts dirty and stained like his shirt. She figured he hadn't washed his nest of brown hair in over a week, nor, as she caught, on the breeze, the odor of unwashed flesh and urine and old food oozing from his body, had he bothered to bathe in at least as long.

She stepped back as his dog came charging up to her, her arms protectively covering her front as the huge beast approached, tongue lolling out, drool spilling from its mouth. A picture of a childhood incident flashed through her mind: a huge stray dog, mounting her neighbors bitch, a much smaller dog, humping madly against it, the smaller dog whimpering and crying as the male dog brutalized it, riding it around the yard as it yipped and cried out. She would never keep one of those beasts, not even a small house dog like Tammy kept begging her to get; they were nasty, disgusting animals, their sex exposed obscenely, their tongues lolling out of their mouths, always drooling. She shuddered as she caught the rancid scent of the animal.

"Fang!" Harry called out sharply, bringing the dog up short as if it had been on a leash, "sit!". The dog sat, four feet from Diane as she stared back at it, struggling against her innate fear of big dogs, not wanting to give this disgusting parody of humanity coming toward her an upper hand in the coming conversation about her car. She looked at more closely as he approached her, mastering herself, a faint expression of disdain registering on her face as she looked down on this fifty something year old man, dirty and gross and foul as a human being could get. She tossed her head slightly as she met his eyes, two hard little pebbles peering greedily from the folds of fat surrounding them, making her slightly nervous, reminding her of the dog sitting just four feet away.

Harry saw the expression of disgust flit across her face, watched as it was replaced by fear mastered and then disdain as he came up to her, his eyes taking in her body, her big, curvy, sexy body, her huge tits, her flat stomach, her wide, sexy hips, her gorgeous legs. She was a catch, a big, beautiful animal and he smiled inwardly as he thought about what he was going to do with her, about how he would wipe away that smug superiority she wore like a cloak, how he would have her screaming and begging at his feet like the whore she was.

The two girls with her didn't look bad either, young meat, he thought, the taller one her daughter, must be. Slender, willowy, tight cunts, he thought, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his mind casting ahead, seeing them stretched over a table, screaming as he pounded his cock into their tight little cunts. Mother and daughter, he thought again, his mind delighting in the possibilities, in the twisted things he could make them do to each other. He recalled a show in Mexico he had seen with a mother/daughter team--the way they had scream, the obscene torments they had been forced to inflict upon each other.... He could hardly wait.

"Hello, Ma'am. What seems to be the problem?"

"I don't know for sure. It just seemed to die about twenty miles out. I'm lucky that that tow came along when it did."

"Hmm," he peered at the car sitting in front of the garage, sticking his finger into his mouth and running it along his gum line, dislodging a piece of food, seeing the look of disgust passing across the bitch's face. "Come on into my office and let me get your name and then I'll take a look at it." He grinned up at her, staring into her exquisitely pretty face, imagining it twisted in agony, its mouth stretched wide and howling in pain.

She turned and followed him, glancing quickly at the dog as it rose to follow them, her nervousness growing. The man was giving her the creeps. He's just a man, she thought, a filthy lowlife, no good for anything or anyone. She grimaced as her fashionable boots became encrusted with dust, turning to yell to her daughter and Julie: "I'll be right out. I need to sign a few things. You girls wait out here."

"Your daughter?" Harry asked as he stepped behind the counter, pulling out a form and slapping it down on the counter with a pen.

She glanced sharply at him, suspicious. She didn't like him, and she didn't like him noticing her daughter. "Yes. The tall one. The other girl is her friend, Julie. Her name's Tammy." She leaned over the form and picked up the pen as he walked over to the window to peer through. She began writing, her mind focused on getting the form filled out and getting out of there--she was about to ask to use the phone--when she sensed motion behind her. She started to stand, her body jerking reflexively as she felt an arm lock around her chest, a hand pressing something smothering over her mouth and nose. She surged up, feeling the drag of his body holding hers, anger and fear rushing through her, her hands tearing at the hand holding the cloth at her mouth, the sharp, ugly stench of chemicals overwhelming her, making her mind reel, the situation becoming unreal as she became dizzy, her muscles refusing to lift her body, refusing to fight off this disgusting man. Her daughter, she thought as she felt herself slump down to the ground, her eyes falling shut as blackness covered her thoughts.

Harry wheezed heavily as he looked down at Diane's limp body. What a strong bitch, he thought, using the short sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. For a minute there he thought the cunt was going to get away--heh, she was strong, she could take a lot of punishment, a whole lot of punishment. He chuckled and grabbed her by her arms, admiring the way her breasts jiggled as he dragged her behind the counter. Now all he had to do is get the other two cunts and he could start to party. He rubbed his cock through his shorts as he looked down on the prone form of his captive.

"Tammy!" he called out, watching as she glanced toward the source of the call, seeing him waving to her. "Your mother wants you. Julie, you can wait outside," he said quickly, he only wanted to have to deal with one of the little sluts at a time.

Tammy jogged over to the office, her mind racing to figure out why her mother wanted her. She slipped past the owner, holding her breath so she didn't have to smell him, and burst into the office, confusion settling in as she looked around, finding it bare. She began to turn, a half cry smothered as the owner grabbed her, smothering him in his arms, covering her face with a strong smelling rag, shock at the attack paralyzing her, freezing her as she sucked in a deep breath, the smell from the rag making her dizzy, weak, too weak to fight when she felt herself begin to slip down into unconsciousness.

Harry looked down at the three cunts, smiling to himself and rubbing his cock. Julie had been easy, just like Tammy. A little chloroform and they were out like lambs. Boy, he loved young pussy, he loved their lithe, slender bodies, their hairless cunts, their smooth, firm skin. He thought with pleasure on the two college sluts he had had a month ago--those two were good, but he thought that these three, the two preteen sluts and the mother, big and strong and oh it was going to be fun breaking her, were going to be better. He resisted fucking one of them right then and began the arduous task of transferring his prizes down into his hidden basement, accessible only by a trap door. He would wait for the sluts to wake up before he stuck them like the pigs they were--it was much more satisfying to hear them scream.

*****

Tammy slowly regained consciousness, the sounds of sobbing and screaming filling her ears, shaking the last dregs of dizziness from her, pain in her shoulders confusing her. Where was she, what was happening? Oh my god, she thought, her head jerking up, her twelve year old heart quickening into a panic as she remembered what had happened. Oh my god, she struggled, her slender, delicious body twisting as she discovered she was hanging nude by her wrists, her feet inches from a hard concrete floor. She began shaking, fear and panic engulfing her body, her toes scrambling for purchase to take some strain from her shoulders, finding it, stretching her calves wonderfully. It was a nightmare, she thought wildly, a nightmare. She'd wake up, wake up any second, it was a nightmare, but she knew it wasn't, and tears began to leak from her bright green eyes.

"MMMGGGGFFFF!" she said, discovering a gag in her mouth, stretching her jaws wide, a heavy rubber prod holding her tongue down. She shook her auburn hair from her face, tears or fear beginning to run down her face as she saw her mother, her mother bound on her back on a slightly inclined board, her mother nude, her arms bound above her head, her knees pulled to either side of her head, her mother with her ass and cunt sticking straight into the air, her tits bulging between her thighs, a compact ball of sexual organs bound to a board.

Oh my god oh my god what was happening. Her eyes gaped as she stared at her mother, her mother who locked the door when she showered, who warned her against nudity, who told her it was a sin, her mother whose body was obscenely exposed before her eyes, her sex gaping into the air. She groaned in terror at the sight of her mother, her mind whirling at seeing the pillar of her life humiliated, degraded.

No no no no no this can't be happening she thought. Her mind finally registered the howls and sobs coming from just over there, just ten feet away, where Julie was tied bound over a knee high table, on her knees, bent over, her arms bound wrist to elbow behind her back, her torso strapped around the table, her mouth gaping obscenely with a ring gag, the gag missing, allowing screams of pain of echo from her throat. Her head was pulled back by a strap around her forehead and bound to her arms, forcing her to face forward, her face a mask of pain and fear, tears streaming from her eyes, drool spilling from her mouth, racking sobs shaking her slender, twelve-year-old bound form as a misshapen form worked behind her, slapping her ass, pounding his hips against the softness of her buttocks, driving his cock deep into her bowls, her virgin asshole stretched around his thick cock.

Harry grunted with each thrust into the twelve year old's ass, sweat streaming down his face, his fat, greasy hands clenched hard into Julie's slender hips, holding the bucking, squirming girl in place. He loved virgin ass, so tight, so many screams, so much begging and pleading and howling as he drove his cock again and again into her ass. Slut, he thought, whore, bitch. He had beaten the cunt's ass with a whip to wake her up screaming, each howl torn from her throat making his grotesque body shudder in glee, until he couldn't take it any more, he had to have her, had to fuck this slender, boyish twelve year old ass, had to drive deep into her virgin bowls, had to make her hurt and scream and beg as he plowed into her. Ten minutes he had been fucking her ass, ten minutes she had been squirming and bucking and writhing on the end of his cock, his cock buried into the depths of her bowls, plunging in and out, blood and shit slicking it, her ass clenching and spasming in pain, massaging his cock like a rippling vise until he felt himself getting close, her screams driving his lust higher, until he grunted and slammed hard into her ass, feeling his cock jerk in her bowls, spilling its seed deep inside her guts.

Diane hear the screams and the sobs as she come to, and knew exactly what was happening--he was raping Julie. He was fucking Julie. She felt her bonds, knew that she, or her daughter, were next. She felt strangely detached, strangely unemotional, only an emptiness in the pit of her stomach betraying her fear. She had come too almost fifteen minutes ago, had seen the fat dwarf putter around, his body obscenely nude, his cock, thick and grotesque and uncircumcised, dangling, half hard, between his legs. She had seen, thought slitted eyes, him beat Julie's ass, had heard her wake up screaming, the sickening slap of belt against flesh echoing throughout the underground chamber.

She had stared, stared at the leather as it whooshed through the air, striking the girl's ass with a brutal slap, scream after scream echoing through the chamber with each blow. She had been fascinated; she couldn't take her eyes away; it just didn't happen. It couldn't happen. She knew it did, but that had been in her mind, removed; it hadn't been so _real_, so immediate.

She had seen her daughter hanging by her wrists, beautiful, she thought strangely, my daughter is beautiful, her nude body seeming to glisten in the dim light. She had turned her head and looked at Julie again, had seen him force his fat cock into her ass, had seen the agony stretching that pretty face, the fear, the terror, the pain twisting it, making it erotically ugly. Stupid teasing bitch, she thought, shocked at herself, stupid cunt is getting just what she deserves. Cock-teasing whore, she thought, bitch, her mind forgetting her own position and her daughters. She wish she was the one torturing the teasing little slut Julie, wishing she were the one making those animalistic sounds pour from her strained lips, she were the one to twist that pretty face into a mask of pain as she tortured the root of the sin, tortured the slutty little whore's cunt and ass and tits, burning and whipping and hurting them, tearing the sin away.

She closed her eyes and shuddered, driving the thoughts from her mind, visions of the Sister of her schooldays looming before her, calling forth visions of hellfire, of the lake of fire burning and tormenting the damned for all eternity. She mustn't think such thoughts, mustn't think about how _good_ it was to see Julie tortured, how beautiful her daughter looked, her daughter, she thought, her mind drifting what was going to happen to them, of what this foul, bloated, stinking man was going to do to her, to her daughter.

It was happening again, just like that night, that night when she had been taken, fouled. She had been young, still living at home, when she had gone out with her friend Mary to a bar, drinking until they were fouled with liquor, turning their face from God and letting the pleasure of drink fill them. Mary had left with her boyfriend--she hadn't known Mary had a boyfriend, leaving her, young, naive. The man had told her he was a school teacher, had come into the bar to make a call, had seen her there alone, nervous, had offered to drive her home. She had hesitated, her mother's warnings tugging at her, but her mother would never know about this night.

He had stopped in the park, she didn't know why until she felt hands tearing at her clothing, feeling her body. She had fought him, tried to make him stop, but she couldn't. He pawed her, hurt her, forced her to touch his cock, forced her to kiss it, forced it into her body, hurting her, fouling her, like an animal, her blood staining her skirt.

It had taken hours for her to walk home, where she had snuck into her bathroom and tried to wash away the blood and the stink and the foulness staining her body, staining her soul. She shuddered as she remembered that night so long ago, that night which was repeating itself now.

She shuddered again, and fear began to grow in her, not for her, not for Julie, but for her daughter. She would do anything to save her daughter the shame of being raped by this animal, from being fouled, stained, but she knew that there was nothing she could do, knew that she was completely helpless, her thighs aching from being pulled practically over her head, her breath laboring from her constricted chest, a gag filling her mouth full, muffling her.

Tammy's eyes widened in horror as she saw Harry pull his cock with a sickening popping sound from her friends brutalized asshole. Silence filled the basement, cut only by Julie's staccato sobs, as Tammy stared at his cock in horror. It was huge, so fat, so long. She had never seen one before, had never seen a real-live penis. She was a good girl, feigning shock when Julie had described one--how it looked, how it felt, how it smelled. She felt sick as she saw it glisten with blood and shit in the dim light, and began struggling in her bonds, her calves aching from supporting her weight, the chains holding her wrists to the ceiling rattling as she pulled against them. It had been in her ass, in Julie's ass. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't happening. It was so big, so big, it would never fit. It was evil, foul, disgusting, to have a penis there. Even in her slit, her tiny slit, it would never go. It was wrong, wrong, wrong. She glanced in panic toward her mother; mom, mom, she thought, mom, mom, she tried to cry out, her gag muffling her.

She felt Harry's beady, piggy, evil eyes fall on her, and shuddered as she saw him smile, revealing stained, crooked teeth. "The little slut's awake, I see. Don't worry, you're next."

"MMMFFFF! MMMMMFFFFF!" she screamed into her gag, terror at being touched by this strange man filling her, her lithe, firm body twisting as she struggled against her bonds, her calves burning in fatigue, her arms and shoulders aching from strain, goosebumps rising on her smooth, young flesh as she watched him slide his softening cock into Julie's mouth, watched his fat ass as he humped it into her mouth, feeling her own nipples grow hard with fear. It was covered with shit and blood, going into Julie's mouth, oh my god she thought, her mind reeling in horror.

"Nice and clean," he muttered, turning to face mother and daughter, his cock glistening with the saliva of the other bound girl. He loved making them clean his cock after he had raped their ass. The little sluts. He grinned as he looked from one to the other, noticing them both watching him, the daughter's green eyes wide and wild with fear, the mother's cold, hateful, calculating, even bound as she was, no more than an ass, a cunt, and two tits for his use. He chuckled, the sound ugly and deep mingling with the sobs of the other girl.

Tammy began futility twisting and turning in her bonds as Harry walked around her, a huge, bloated, hairy toad with beady, piggy eyes, his touch seeming to burn her skin as he ran his fat fingers across her back.

"MMMFFFFF! MMMFFFF! MMMMFFFF!" she cried out, tears of fear streaming down her delicate features, making her large green eyes glisten. "MMMFFF! MMMMFFFF! MMMMFFFF!" No! No! No! she wanted to scream, wanted to fight, wanted to run. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't.

"What do you think, mommy," he said, staring into Diane's hate-filled eyes as he ran his hands over his squirming captive, her skin soft and supple under his rough, greasy hands. "Think I should fuck your precious daughter? Think I should spread her legs" he reached around the girl and gripped the front of Tammy's thighs, making her squeal as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her legs apart, jerking her ass back against his groin, "think I should drive my cock into her cunt? What do you think, mommy?" He licked the back of her neck, loving the way she shuddered and twisted in his grasp, loving the squealing whines she was making as he explored her young body. "Mommy can't talk, can she? Let me fix that." He quickly walked over to Diane and pulled her gag out.

"Let her go," Diane said calmly, her voice even, tinged with hate and loathing. "Let her go. You can keep me. Just let her go." The sounds of Tammy's whimpering and Julie's sobs a background to their conversation.

"Let this sweet, delectable, piece of meat go?" he smiled as he made his way back to Tammy's bound body, his hand running over her chest, roughly massaging her budding breasts, pulling absently at her nipples. "Why would I do that, mommy?"

"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch. Let her go." Her voice was louder, her muscled in her neck straining to lift her head up further, the muscles in her body quivering as if she could break free from the bonds which held her balled up on her back on the ground.

"Son of a bitch?" he growled, his face turning ugly, his hand snaking out, snatching a belt from a nearby table. "Watch mommy, watch what this son of a bitch is going to do to your precious little daughter!" He stepped back and the room was filled with the sickening sound of leather against flesh, a muffled howl coming from the throat of Tammy as the belt landed full force across her pubescent nipples, her lithe body jerking and swaying on the chain supporting her, her feet going out from under her as pain flashed through her body.

"STOP IT! STOP IT STOP IT!" Diane screamed again and again as he brought the belt down again and again against the tender flesh of her daughter, making her howl and swing and twist in the air, her body jackknifing and jerking, her legs kicking and flexing as the belt struck her tits, her thighs, her ass, her back, her shoulders, leaving ugly red marks crisscrossing her white flesh. "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" she howled, her whole body quivering against the bonds holding it to the board, each stroke seeming to land against _her_ flesh, each jerking of her daughter's body seeming to transfer itself instantly to hers, the sound of leather against flesh, of her own screams, her daughter's screams, and the renewed sobbing of Julie seemed to meld together into a hellish cacophony of sound. "STOP IT!" she howled again, her mind thinking crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts about how girls needed to be punished, needed to be whipped and beaten and hurt to drive the sin from their bodies.

He stopped, wheezing, his body sheened with sweat, joy gleaming in his piggy eyes as he looked at the sobbing, hanging, whip-marked girl before him, his cock rock hard again from the sounds and sights of agony before him. He looked at the panting, straining mother, so big, so sexy, bound like that, all tits and ass and cunt, "Maybe I'll fuck her now, what do you think, mommy?" He slid his hand against Tammy's cunt, gripping it hard, hearing her whimper through her gag.

"No." She said it softly. "No. Please. Fuck me instead. Just let her alone."

"What? Did you hear that Tammy? Your momma wants me to fuck her. Isn't that right mommy?" he hissed.

"Yes. Fuck me. Just don't hurt her anymore."

"I think you're right, mommy. I think your daughter is a little to sweet for the main course. That cunt over there was a nice appetizer, and your daughter will be a nice dessert, but I think I'll have you for dinner." He grinned wickedly and heaved his body over to a workbench, grabbing a small case before approaching Diane.

Diane watched in horrid fascination as this obese, obscene, lumpy horror of a man kneeled by her ass, his cock turgid and thick, slapping against her thigh as he leaned over her, a dirty canvas zippered small case in his hand, his breath foul and rotting as he smiled down at her, his pudgy fingers pulling open the case. She shuddered uncontrollably as he showed her what was in the case--pins, two inch long pins with round heads, his eyes glinting down at her from between folds of fat as he smiled.

"I got something special for mommy and her fat tits."

She remained silent, dread filling her, and a sense of relief that he wasn't hurting her daughter, not yet, that he was going to torture her. Her tits, though, he was going to torture her tits, her tits which she had always flaunted, wearing tight blouses or sweaters, shaping bras, loving the way they drew the eyes of men, loving the way they made her feel sexy, and secretly, al little bit slutty, looking down on the men for looking, but _wanting_ them to look. She shuddered as her tormentor flashed a single needle before her eyes, grinning evilly.

She felt him press the tip of it against the center of her nipple, and her body began to shake as he began to press it into her tit meat. Pain lanced through her breast, sweat popping up on her forehead as she gritted her teeth, a small whimper escaping her mouth as she felt the needle penetrate deep into her fat tit, his thumb pressing her nipple down, grinding the pin deeper and deeper into her tit flesh.

She moaned as the agony from the single pin burned through her body, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt him press a second pin against the underside of her breast.

"AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she howled as he slammed the second pin hard and fast into her tit, her body bucking in agony in its bonds as her tit exploded in pain, tears leaking from her clenched eyes.

"Scream bitch, scream," she heard him snarl as he drove another needle straight down into her other breast, tearing another howl from her throat, and another, and another, her strong body sweating and bucking and thrashing in agony as pin after pin was driven into her sensitive tit meat, her screams echoing horribly against the basement walls, her voice growing ragged from her screaming.

He slammed home the tenth pin, five in each of those fat melons, and leaned back on his heels, a grotesque toad of a man with eyes burning in lust, waiting as her screams tailed off into agonized sobbing, her face bright with pain, her green eyes clenched shut, leaking tears. He glanced over at Tammy, that sweet piece of meat hanging there, horror in her eyes, his cock throbbing as he considered the possibilities. He turned back to the bitch mother, and leaned over her, between her spread legs, his cock resting against her buttocks, his hands to either side of her chest.

"Okay, mommy, you ready for a fucking?" he whispered, his face inches from hers.

Even with the agony in her breasts she turned her face away from his, his breath like rotting flesh in her nostrils, his obese body pressing against the back of her thighs, slimy and sweaty and gross, the sensation, combined with the pain, making her want to vomit. She felt his bloated cock press against her cunt, her mind whirling in humiliation and pain, her eyes closed as if to keep out what was happening to her. Son of a bitch, son of a bitch she thought, her mind flashing back years ago when she was trapped in a car, a man mauling her, dirtying her, like now, using her body for his pleasure, her ripe, full body, so sexy, she knew, so strong and perfect.

"Uhgg" she grunted as he slammed his cock home into her cunt, stretching it wide, scraping against the dry walls, causing tears of humiliation to leak from her clenched eyes as he leaned the weight of his hips down against her body, grinding his pelvis into hers. She shuddered in disgust as he dragged his tongue across her cheek, her whole body shuddering in pain and degradation as her mind visualized what was happening to her, picturing her folded up, bound, this disgusting man on top of her, her fat tits pierced through, her body, her firm, strong body, her beautiful, tempting body, being used, being abused, being raped by this animal. She shuddered again, her mind whirling in a haze of pain and visions.

Harry loved the taste of the cunt's skin, loved the way her face was twisted in pain, loved the feeling of her cunt engulfing his cock. She was tight for a mommy, tight and warm, and she was going to be oh so active, soon, very soon.

"You like that mommy, you like my cock deep in your cunt? Here it comes mommy, here comes the fucking of your life." He placed one hand on top her breast, pressing down softly, then harder, and harder, tearing screams from the bitch's throat as his weight drove the pins deeper into her flesh, her head thrashing back and forth, her auburn hair wild around her face, a face distended by her howling and her pain as he moved his other hand on top of her other breast, leaning his full weight against the fat melons of her tits.

God it was good, her whole body shaking and quivering and straining in its bonds, her chest heaving as she sucked in air to scream again and again, his weight on her cunt and her tits, grinding agony into her flesh, her cunt spasming in pain as he started pumping into her, slamming his cock into her exposed cunt mercilessly, her screams driving him wild with lust, her pain building his excitement to a fever pitch as the bitch's big, strong body thrashed uncontrollably beneath him.

She couldn't stop screaming--the pain was beyond what she thought possible, her tit meat feeling like it was being ripped apart, flashing grinding, agonizing pain through her body, his plunging cock adding to the humiliation as he plowed into her. Her head whipped back and forth, her mind seeking an escape from this agony, which seemed to go on and on and on and never end as his cock pounded down into her cunt and his hands mashed her tits to her chest, the pins tearing the flesh of her mounds, shredding them, turning them into two globes of fiery pain.

"AAHHHHHGGG! NOOOO! PaPaPaPaLEEEEAASSEEEE! STOP! AAHHHHHGGGG!" she begged and screamed again and again, her whole being focused only on the pain, her world narrowing to the two hands grinding agony into her breasts and the cock splitting her cunt wide. They were her whole world, the pain and degradation and humiliation was all she knew, all she could feel, all there was for her as she continued to scream and beg for him to stop, stop hurting her, stop raping her.

He was close, close. It was so good, hurting her, making her scream, using the cunt, taking her, hearing her scream and beg. She was nothing, nothing he thought as her cunt continued to spasm in pain around his cock, a fucking piece of meat, a toy, a screaming, begging, howling fucking toy to be fucked and raped and tortured forever as he grunted his pleasure, grinding his cock deep into her spasming cunt, spilling his seed deep into her heaving belly as he clenched his hands around her tits, drawing more and more screams for him, his cock pulsing again and again in pleasure, spewing come, filling the cunt up, making her his.

Vaguely, through the pain, she felt him come, the agony reaching a crescendo, flaring almost unbearably, sending streamers of darkness flowing across her vision as he pumped her full of his nasty come. She wanted to pass out, she wanted it to be over, and she screamed again as he levered himself off of her, her tits throbbing in time with her heart, each beat a searing agony as her mind began to clear from her pain, her body still shaking uncontrollably in reaction. She felt him unhook her ankles and knees, her legs, covered in sweat, the muscles standing out like cords, flopped to the ground, her knees slightly bent, her thighs parted as she panted heavily, her mind taking stock of her body.

Her tits were ruined, she knew it. They had never hurt so much, so badly. Each breath she took sent agony flaring through the tender mounds--she was afraid to look at them, afraid of what she would see, afraid that they had deserved to be brutalized, deserved to be tormented because she had flaunted them so brazenly. NO! NO! Don't think, don't think. It wasn't that way. It wasn't. Stop it!, her mind cried, reaching out to take stock of the rest of her body. Her legs ached from her struggles, feeling sore and bruised, like her groin. She could feel his come leaking from between her labia, feel it slipping across her tender flesh, and she was overcome with shame, fighting against the sense of satisfaction she felt, satisfaction that her body, such an invitation to sin, was being punished so deservedly. She moaned with each breath and opened her eyes, gazing through tears at the darkness of the basement, where she saw her tormentor sitting like a demented, perverted, satanic cupid on a small stool, his flesh hanging grotesquely over the sides, his heavy cock gross between his fat, hairy thighs, his eyes blinding in their dementia. Her gaze turned to her daughter, hanging, tears coursing down her face, a face distended by the ball gag still lodged in her mouth, her young body still pure, its flesh so smooth and white and innocent. She shuddered and shut off what her mind was whispering to her.

Tammy couldn't stop crying. Her mommy was screaming, screaming, filling the basement with the horrible sounds of agony and terror. Please stop, she begged in her mind, please stop making mommy scream she wished toward the man, the bad man, whose ass wobbled as it moved back and forth above her mother's bound body. She knew what he was doing, knew that he was having sex with her, was raping her mommy, and her own pain was forgotten. She wanted it to stop--she wanted to be home in her own bed, safe, safe from this man and his penis and his pins and his whips. Please stop hurting mommy she begged again in her mind.

Harry sat heavily on his stool, a cold beer in his hand. He felt his cock begin to twitch again--it was always like this the first day with the cunts, he felt like he could fuck forever--as he gazed at his handiwork. Diane was stretched out, panting and moaning, her big, strong body covered in sweat, her tits smeared with drying blood and turning black and blue. He would have to watch that--he didn't want to ruin such fine pieces of meat quite yet. Tammy was quietly crying, her young body stretched, balanced on its toes, criss-crossed with whip marks, the ball gag muffling her sobs as she sunk further into despair. He had special plans for her, very special plans. And then there was Julie. He smiled as he remembered her spasming ass, the way her body bucked and thrashed as he had sodomized her. She was still in position, strapped on her knees, her small, twelve year old ass thrusting out, offering her virgin cunt. He wondered what he should fuck next--he wanted to take Tammy, but he could wait. Anyway, he had a better idea.

Diane groaned as he pulled each of the pins from her tits, relief flooding her body as the pain lessened, turning from a sharp, stabbing agony to a throbbing, background pain, like a deep, hard bruise. She felt his breath against the side of her face and the trickle of blood down the sides of her chest.

"Okay mommy," he whispered to her softly, "here's the deal. I'm going to fuck the sweet little cunt your daughter's got next."

"Nooo..." she moaned, "Please...."

"You don't want me to plow your little sweetheart mommy? I bet she fucks like a whore, mommy."

She shook her head weekly, repeating "Please..., no, don't. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" he whispered to her, smiling to himself as she nodded.

Her eyes grew wide as she listened to him speak, shuddering as he ran his hand lightly over her flesh, his words cutting into her as he described what she was going to have to do to save her daughter from a fate worse than death.

Tammy watched as the fat man leaned over her mother, whispering to her. She watched as her mother shook her head, and then began crying, nodding as she did so, the fat man's face turning to look at her, his smile sending fear flowing down her young body, before locking her ankles together with a short chain.

It was worse when he untied her mother, who stood unsteadily on exhausted muscles, straightening up to look like a wounded, captured amazon, her height seeming to give her strength. Her eyes, though, made Tammy shiver--they were so filled with despair, crazy despair. She wanted to cry out, to run to her mother, to feel her mother's arms around her, protecting her, keeping her safe, but she couldn't, the rattling of the chain pulling her arms over her head, stretching out her lean young body, was a constant reminder of her captivity at the hands of this horrible man.

Diane wavered on her feet, her whole body aching from the position it had been held in for so long, her breasts throbbing agonizingly on her chest, dreading what she was about to do, what she _had_ to do for the sake of her daughter. She lifted her hand, feeling divorced from her body, and pointed to Julie. "Fuck her again. Fuck her slutty cunt. The bitch-whore deserves it."

She said it loudly and clearly, not daring to look at Julie as she heard the girl call out through her stretched open mouth, "Ooooooo! Eeeeaaasssee!" before breaking down and beginning to sob again, filling the basement with her despair.

Tammy couldn't believe her ears. NO! she wanted to scream, struggling in her bonds as she watched the man force a gag into her mother's mouth, stretching her jaw wide, hurting her while he did it. She shook her head, wanting her mother to explain, to tell her why she had said that, why she was letting this man do this to them, even while knowing that her mother was as helpless as she was without really believing it--her mother had always been so strong, so big and _there_, always keeping her safe, always telling her what was right, and what would send her to eternal damnation. Her mother couldn't be helpless, couldn't be talking like some gutter whore like her mother had warned her against.

Diane approached her bound daughter, her head down in shame as she bent down and grabbed Tammy's ankles, knowing that their tormentor was watching, was waiting for her to balk, waiting for fight so that he could despoil her daughter, could take Tammy's innocence like hers had been taken so long ago. She shuddered at the thought and lifted her daughter's ankles above her head, leaving one leg draped over her shoulder--her daughter's naked flesh warm and soft against her own flesh--while she hooked a leather cuff around her daughter's ankle, pinning it near her hands. She repeated the process with her daughter's other ankle, hanging her from her arms and legs, her body bent double at the waist, her slender legs spread obscenely, her virgin, almost hairless cunt obscenely exposed above the small brown circle of her anus. She couldn't look into her daughter's eyes, green eyes filled with confused despairing pleading, not knowing why her mother was doing this, not knowing why these horrible things were happening to her.

Harry watched with growing pleasure as Diane picked up the short twisted leather whip he had left for her as he positioned himself behind Julie, his greasy hands running over the soft flesh of her ass, loving the way she shivered and sobbed as he pressed his cock against her virgin cunt, waiting for just the right moment to plunge it in.

"You ready girl," he said to Julie as he ran his hands over her lower back. "You ready to have your slutty cunt reamed out? I know you loved my cock in your ass, but you're going to love it even more in your fresh little pussy. Hell, if it hadn't been for mommy over there, I might just have been happy with your ass. Mommy convinced me that a slut like you needs to be taken care of, completely." He grinned as she sobbed harder at his words, as Diane turned her head and looked at him with hate and despair-filled eyes, her knuckles white around the handle of the whip.

"MMMGGGGFFFFFF!" Tammy howled in shock and pain as her mother brought the lash down against the back of her thigh, her flesh burning at the contact. "MMMGGGFFFF!" she cried out again through the gag, the whip landing again, this time kissing her stomach just below her belly button. Why was her mother doing this, why? She didn't understand, she couldn't understand. What was happening? Why? "MMMMMGGGGGGFFFFF!" she howled again and tears began flowing from her eyes as they begged her mother to stop, her whole body shaking and jerking as it hung from its ankles and wrists, her sex grotesquely exposed to the air, her young slender body breaking out in a sweat as pain lanced through her lithe body as her mother brought the whip across her inner thigh, making her howl her pain and anguish into her gag, her mind a whirl of confusion and despair.

Diane heard Julie cry out as Harry plunged his dick into her virgin cunt, deflowering her, taking her completely, using the girl, the twelve year old girl, she thought, the twelve year old flirt, with the young, vivacious body, her quick smile, her teasing eyes getting plugged violently, brutally, her narrow twat being pounded by the obese, disgusting, foul man. She shuddered and brought the whip down again against her daughter's flesh, her eyes locked on her daughter's thighs and groin, not daring to look at her face, to see the betrayal lurking there, to see the pain and despair hiding in those once lively green eyes. She wanted to yell "I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO," but the gag prevented her, turning her into an instrument of her daughter's torture. She wanted to tell her daughter it was this or what Julie was suffering, the slap of flesh against flesh as Harry raped her a counterpoint to the sound of the whip against her daughter's flesh, the background noise of whimpers, moans, sobs, and screams echoing through the basement.

The bitch was so tight, so sweet, her suffering so pure, her cunt so smooth and fresh as he slid his cock deep into her snatch, savoring the sensation as it hit bottom, pounding against her cervix, loving the way she shook and bucked and moaned and sobbed as he raped her virgin cunt, this twelve year old piece of fuck meat his to use, _his_ to fuck and torture. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out, her cunt so tight it resisted, her moans and painful sobbing driving him to thrust harder back into the cunt. And the floor show, the floor show with mommy beating her daughter's thighs and stomach; that was sweet, and hot. That precious young piece of meat hanging there, in agony, confused by her protector beating her, hurting her, tormenting her. It was delicious, just delicious, like the cunt he was currently raping.

Her daughter twisted slightly before her eyes, her body shaking and bucking and twisting to avoid the lash of the whip near her tenderest parts. Diane's arm slashed down mechanically, the sounds of torment filling the basement seemed to blend into a single cacophony of horror as her mind shrunk from what she was doing, her vision locking on the reddening flesh of her daughter's thighs, drawn inescapably to her crotch, to where her labia and tiny anus winking at her. Horrible, she thought, sinful; her mind drifted back, back to when her rapist had let her go, had released her to make her way miles back home, her own cunt aching, stretched, leaking the bad man's come. It had been horrible, being home, trying to wash it away, away from her filthy cunt, her horrible cunt which could make a man do that to her; like the cunt before her, like the daughter's cunt, so fresh, so innocent, to tempting, so filthy and sinful and disgusting. Without knowing it she brought the whip right down on her daughter's virgin cunt-lips, smashing the tender flesh with the blow, tearing a horrible howl of animal pain from behind her gag.

Bad cunt, bad cunt, bad cunt, was all that Diane could think, her mind a vortex of emotions and thoughts and pictures, her arm flailing the whip against her daughter's exposed crack, driving the girl into spasms of agony, her body thrashing uncontrollably about in its bonds, pain overwhelming her, making her scream and cry like a tortured animal as her mother kept driving the whip into her tender cunt. Punish it, punish it, hurt the cunt, hurt the filthy, disgusting, sinful thing, she thought as she beat her daughter's cunt, wishing it were her own, wishing that _her_ cunt would be beaten, tortured, burned, punished for being, punished for the sin it caused.

The bitch was freaking out, Harry thought, freaking out on her daughter's cunt, beating the little whore into a quivering dance of agony with the whip, turning her virgin cunt into a red mass of raw, swollen flesh. He fucked Julie's cunt harder, his whole body seeming to inflate as his lust skyrocketed, his cock throbbing in the hot sheath of the virgin cunt writhing in its bonds beneath him. God damn he had gotten some sweet playthings this time, just like those two college girls, willing to do anything to each other to keep his hands off of them, coming to fear and hate each other more than they did him, looking to him as if he were their savior. He grunted, his cock flexing painfully inside the bitch's virgin cunt, his third come within two hours sending lancing spikes of pain and pleasure though his groin, spluttering into ecstasy as he grunted and jerked against the piece of fuck meat beneath him, jamming his cock deep into her cunt, slamming up against her cervix, making her grunt and jerk and sob as his cock spit its wad into her cunt, filling up the little whore with his come.

Diane didn't know how long she had whipped her daughter's cunt, didn't know how long before she felt a strong hand on her wrist, stopping her from another blow, how long before her eyes focused again and she stood looking down at the disgusting troll of a man who had brought them here and abused them so badly. She only had a second before she felt him press something against the flesh of her stomach and then she seemed to lose control over every muscle in her body.

Harry looked down at the woman's body, limp on the floor, his cock glistening with its own come and Julie's blood, a long string of come dangling from the tip. The whore was such a package, such a prize of tits and ass and thighs and stomach, so big and hot, he thought, as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the floor to the corner of the room, near the lone toilet. He quickly hooked a hard leather collar around her neck and fastened her wrists behind her back. He also bound her thighs and ankles together, making sure she didn't have too much mobility--it wouldn't do to have her killing herself before he really started having his fun. He checked the gag to make sure it was in firmly; he wanted to make sure the three of them couldn't hold a chat while he took a break.

Tammy's whole groin was on fire. She screamed pitifully into the gag as the horrid man ran his hand along her crotch, her whole body jerking at the slight touch. Only pain existed in her mind, pain and betrayal and fear overwhelming her as, behind shut eyelids, she replayed again and again her mother bringing the whip down right into her crotch, sending flaring agony though her young teenaged body. She sobbed into her gag as she felt herself let down, her mind going dark as blood flooded her powerless limbs, the next few moments of her binding a nightmare haze of semi-conscious nightmares.

The teenaged cunts were on either side of mommy when he was done, all tied almost immobile, although able to squirm into a sitting position. He had gagged them all--he didn't want them commiserating or explaining--he wanted them to mull what had just happened, to let their little minds replay the sounds and sights of mommy dearest telling him to fuck Julie, of mommy beating her precious daughter.

He smiled to himself. This was promising, very promising. The blond bitch was broken--she hadn't stopped crying even now, and he knew she would do whatever he wanted. He loved blondes; he would just have to make sure he didn't break the teenaged whore. Daughter was confused and shaken. She had no idea what was happening, which is what he had in mind. Mommy couldn't protect her, was helpless, at the best, and hurt her. He wanted to see that one come so hard she passed out, to see that little innocent slut come bucking and squealing on the end of his cock as he beat her small tits black and blue while mommy watched her slutty daughter being raped and loving it. And mommy, well, she was a true prize, full, mature flesh which could take beating after beating after beating.

She was still stunned, her mind in a state of limbo. as she heard the large metal door bang closed after Harry exited. Her sex ached, her tits throbbed, her body tingled painfully. What had she done? What had she done? She had beaten her daughter, tortured the girl, whipped her...her...she shuddered at the remembrance. How could she have done that? What had happened? She shifted, grinding her tit against the concrete, bringing tears to her eyes, feeling she deserved the pain for what she had done. It was all her fault--she had been so sure of herself, so proud of her body, her size, her sex. She had sinned, she had been dirty and foul and used and now she was paying, and her daughter was paying with her. She looked over at her daughter, laying bound on her side, her young flesh beaded with sweat, curled up in a fetal position, her arms bound behind her back, her eyes shut and leaking tears, her chest rising and falling raggedly.

Tammy felt the hard concrete floor as consciousness returned, darkness clearing from her mind as she felt again the punishment her young body had undergone. Her inner thighs and...and secret place were swollen painfully, every movement of her legs making her moan in agony. Mommy, she thought suddenly, flinching as she remembered the pain had come from her. Her mother had beaten her there, had driving the hard leather relentlessly into her soft flesh. She sobbed suddenly, realizing for the first time how hopeless her situation was, how nobody would protect her, how totally powerless she truly was. Not even her own mother, so stern, so forbidding, so strict with he admonitions against the sins of the flesh, spread open on the ground with that horrible man raping her, using her mother--her mind shied, and shied again when she thought of her friend, the sound of her sobbing continuing even now that they were alone. What must it have been like, to be raped, to be sodomized? To have him force his _thing_ into her mouth? Horrible, horrible, she shuddered, joining her sobs to Julie's as she sunk into a well of terror and pain and expectations of horrors which she could barely imagine.

Harry let them stew for a couple of hours, checking in on them using the remote camera every once in a while. The bitches weren't doing anything except lying there, thinking. He grinned to himself, feeling himself growing horny as he made a few calls. He scratched Fang's head and wondered if it was time to let his favorite dog have a little fun. What the hell, he said to himself, the animals he had down below were more than fitting for his animal.

One hour, a chili dog and two beer later he watched as three despairing and fearful faces turned toward him, Julie's face a mask of pure hopelessness and resignation; Diane's face filled with guilt and fear and a touch of defiance--he liked that, it made it more fun; and Tammy's face a picture of confused, despairing innocence. Each looked on with fear as he ordered Fang to sit in front of the door before advancing to position the cunts in their proper places.

Diane's stomach knotted as she watched the troll-like man wrestle several contraptions and a tripod mounted video camera before grabbing Julie and flipping her onto her stomach. She watched in horrid fascination as he hog-tied her, humming and talking to himself all the while, his hands slapping and pinching and prodding her young flesh as he worked.

"Smooth...sweet flesh...mmmmhmmmhmm...like that...slut...Fang's gonna love this...hurt you..." he muttered as he dragged Julie, her stomach and breasts dragging painfully on the concrete, directly in front of a device which sloped up at a 10 degree angle with a head-rest meant to hold the head back at an angle.

Tammy cringed as the fat man approached her, squealing in fear through her gag as he lifted her slender form and laid her down on the angled device, professionally transferring her bonds to secure her to the contraption, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees and bound apart with a spreader bar, her ankles cuffed and attached to rings in the floor, a rope tight around her slender waist, pulling it in, reddening the soft white flesh, her ribs showing as her smallish breasts were pulled flat against her heaving chest, her head pulled back, her mouth forced open by the position, the ball gag removed to allow her to moan softly as the pain and terror and confusion which had engulfed her for the past hours came out in soft pleadings and sobbings. She was so ashamed to be bound like this, so horrified to be so exposed before her mother, panic striking momentarily as she thought about her mother beating her sore groin again, her slender form shuddering.

"Okay Mommy, your turn," Harry said as he dragged the whore over to one of his favorite contraptions. It gave him good access to a bitch's ass and mouth, and had a few surprises for them. He bound her over the coffee-table like device, binding her on all fours, like a dog--he liked that thought, her chin resting on a padded rest so that she was forced to face forward, just a few feet from the face of her daughter. He tightened the strap across her lower back, forcing her labia even further apart, and her clit even harder against the imbedded metal V in the table, the sounds of her moans of pain music to his ears. Her tits, still black and blue and bloody, he slipped metal bands around, constricting them until her tit-meat bulged around the metal, the edges drawing blood from the abused flesh, the whore's moaning and squirming hardening his cock even more. One final touch--the metal, studded dildo attached to an arm underneath the table. He slid it into the bitch's gaping snatch, shoving on it hard before attaching an alligator clip to it's base, two wires running from it to board on which a car battery, a number of resistors, and several switches, sat.

The world was an upside-down nightmare, a horror of flesh and leather and bonds to Tammy, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her mother, her mother's mouth forced open by a ring, her tongue convulsing in her mouth as Tammy watched and listened to her moans of pain, tears streaming down her own face as she saw her mother powerless before her. She saw the fat man behind her mother, saw him pick up a large bullwhip, saw him crack it over her head, a howl of pain screeching from Julie as it snapped against flesh, his voice echoing nightmarishly about the basement--"SHOW TIME CUNTS!"

"Crawl, whore, crawl to your friend's pussy, crawl and lick it good, whore!" he yelled, snapping the whip against the blonde's sole, hearing her scream through the ring holding her mouth wide as she jerked forward, squirming across the hard concrete on her belly toward her friend's spread legs, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her whole face scrunched up in pain and humiliation and terror. "Faster, whore!" he screamed, landing another blow to her exposed sole, drawing blood from it as the cunt wriggled nearer to her goal, her soft white flesh tearing itself against the hard concrete as tears flooded from her eyes, her thighs and stomach and breasts turning a bright red as she squirmed toward Tammy's cunt.

Oh my god no! "O!" Diane yelled, the pain and discomfort of her binding forgotten as she watched the whip drive Julie closer to her daughter. "Hop! Hop!" Stop! Stop! she grunted out even as she felt her rapist's cock press against her anus, shame filling her as she thought about what he was about to do, that he was about to sodomize her, to use her asshole for his vile desires. "O!" she cried out for herself and her daughter as she saw Julie finally attain her goal, her head over her daughter's groin. Oh my god oh my god she thought as pain lanced through her ass as he began to force his fat cock into her bowels, driving her clit even harder against the metal V, making her moan in pain, a despairing, endless moan of pain as he stretched her ass wide with his cock, filling her bowels with his meat, and her mind with shame and humiliation.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Tammy cried out in terror as she felt Julie's mouth against her tortured groin, the touch of her tongue slobbering over her private place sending jagged nails of pain through her body as she squirmed in her bonds, her breaths short and staccato, forced so by the rope around her belly. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" she begged even as she saw her mother's face twist in pain, a terrifying moan of agony wrenched from her throat even as the sound of the bullwhip echoed through the basement again, to be joined by Julie's muffled scream, and the fat man's command to her to go faster, harder. She started crying again as she felt Julie's tongue slice between her labia, flicking across her clit to send unbearable sparks of sensation strangely mixed with pain through her young body. "Stoooooooooop...." she whined even as Julie began licking her slit in earnest, making Tammy want to pee and squirm and buck her hips at the same time, driving her mad with the disgusting sensations rising from her groin, visions of the hell her mother had instilled her with flashing across her clenched eyelids every time Julie's tongue slid hard across her clit, sending horrible sparks of feeling through her thighs and stomach and up into her nipples. She didn't understand what was happening, only that she wanted it to stop, please somebody make it stop.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHH..AHHHHHHHHH" Diane screamed and sobbed again and again as electricity poured through the metal around her tits and against her clit and buried deep in her cunt, making every muscle in her body clench in agony, adding to the terrible ripping, tearing sensation in her bowls as fucked her ass mercilessly. The sounds of her daughter's pleadings were the worst though, the sound driving spikes into her mind, guilt at making her daughter suffer this, at bringing her here, at not being able to protect her hurting as badly as every jolt of electricity and every stroke of her rapist's cock into her stretched ass. "AAAHHHH...AAAAAHHHHHH...AAHHHHHH," it went on, her body spasming in its bonds in agony, her huge tits dancing madly beneath her as she watched her daughter's face contort in disgust and horror at what Julie was doing to her. Julie, that slut, that bitch, stop it stop it she wanted to scream even as she screamed again as her rapist spiked his cock deep into her bowels, her hips gyrating madly in pain as her clit was brutally mashed and shocked and mashed again and again against the metal V. Oh god she deserved this she deserved this ran madly through her mind as the sight of her daughter's face brought back memories of her own rape so long ago, the face of her own youth superimposing itself over her daughter's as remembered how she had humiliated her husband, teasing him with her tits and cunt and ass and denying him, of her hypocrisy in preaching against the sins of the flesh when her own horrible lusts consumed her daily, driving her to bizarre fantasies of consummation, of her lies and hatred and pride, each stroke in her burning ass and shock through her clit and cunt and tits screaming to her her own guilt and abasement.

Like a fucking stuck pig, he though, spearing his cock deep into her ass, loving the way it spasming around his thick meat as electricity poured into her cunt, her whole body writhing and sweating in its bonds as he used her like the pig she was, like the dumb godamned meat which was all she was good for. With one hand he clenched her hip, driving his cock deep into her grasping, spasming shit hole, while the other still held the whip, lashing it against the blond whore's foot or side leg whenever he though she was lagging, his hand flipping a switch on the board to send even more current through the pig he was impaling, sending her bucking and thrashing even harder against her bond, her screams rising into a constant howl of agony as he used her for his pleasure, his eyes locked onto her daughter's face, eating up its horror and its writhing confusion as her friend licked that hot young clit of hers. "Come on bitch, come on," he whispered under his breath, wheezing as he continued to pound mommy's ass, "come. Come."

Tammy didn't know what was happening. Her whole groin felt like it was on fire--each stroke of Julie's tongue across her slit send grotesque shivers through her body, reaching up to burn her nipples with a cold fire. She was sweating, her whole body straining, her stomach heaving against the rope constricting it, the muscles writing as her body fought; but she didn't understand, didn't understand except that Julie was doing a horrible thing, that it was horrible and awful and what was happening to her and it was too much and she couldn't take it and she wanted her to stop but not stop keep going hurt so much but it was good but it hurt and stop hell punishment bad sin hurts good good good oh my god oh my god "AH AH AH AH" the cords in her neck stood out as her twelve year old body strained against her bonds, sweat making her smooth white flesh glisten, "AH AH OH MY GOD...I...I...I CAN'T...CAN'T...OH...OH...OH...AAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!" her chest heaved and her body shook and pain blossomed in her nipples as the bullwhip landed on them to be spread like wildfire, subsumed by a sensation more powerful than the pain sweeping though her nerves, making every muscle in her young pre-teen body spasm as darkness clouded her vision and she heard her mother scream NOOOO! in the background as she shuddered again and again as the feeling so strong it could only be pain but wasn't pain swept through her until she collapsed limp in her bonds, panting desperately for air as she felt Julie lay her head sideways against her groin, nausea building in the back of her throat as her body came down from what had happened to it.

"Yes...yes..." Harry whispered to himself as he pounded Diane's asshole harder, watching her daughter's expression slowly begin to change. He was so close to spilling his spunk deep in this bitch's ass, which her daughter about to pop her cherry cork right in front of him. It was too much. He flipped off the juice to the cunt and leaned over her, his cock spasming inside her stretched asshole, grabbing her by the hair and screaming, "LOOK! LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT THE WHORE!"

"NOOOO!" she screamed as her daughter came back into focus, her own agony dissipating as she saw the look of wild lust and confusion etched on her daughter's straining face, her mouth gaping and grunting and panting as her come built higher and higher. "NOOO!" she screamed again, not her daughter, not her precious daughter. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be coming her, couldn't be taking pleasure, she wasn't a slut, wasn't a whore like her mother who deserved it but she didn't, her daughter didn't deserve it but she did she was coming just like a whore, her body jerking and thrashing and coming like a whore who was only good for fucking on this earth before going to hell to be tormented by demons forever torturing her for her lust and punishing her lust no not her daughter she screamed along with her daughter as electricity came back hard, slamming into her tits and cunt and clit, making her whole body spasm and jerk in agony as her rapist slammed his cock in and out of her burning asshole again and again, driving her clit hard into the metal beneath it, punishing it, punishing her for having been such a slut before, like her daughter would have to be punished, like Julie had been punished, until she felt his cock jerk deep in her spasming asshole and his hands grip the twin globes of her ass hard as he pumped his foul semen deep into her bowels.

The End