Tortured Daughter, Tormented Mother
by Paul Gable
(LB-1085)


FOREWORD 

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their 
goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain 
examples. 

And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder . . . 

The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find 
themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed 
existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, 
they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of 
their captors. 

TORTURED DAUGHTER, TORMENTED MOTHER-the shocking story of innocent women 
learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our 
uncaring society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Hey, sweet thing, ain'tcha supposed to be home with your mama?" 

"Yeah, you hang around a place like this and you don't know what the hell's 
gonna happen." 

Janie Weathers stood by the grease rack of the old run-down garage, unsure 
of whether to stay or not. She had come down here to check on her mother's 
car, which was still up on the rack. She hated these men, hated the way they 
looked at her, the awful way they were talking to her. They were leering at 
her young body, staring at her as if they could see right through her 
clothes! It made her uncomfortable. 

"My mother said she needs the car by tonight," Janie said, glancing at the 
wall clock overhead. It was nearly three. The air in the garage was hot, 
oppressive, smelling of grease and gasoline. She gasped, rubbing her 
fingertips over her forehead. Janie hadn't wanted to come down here and talk 
to Jack and Hank Barrington, the two brothers who owned and operated this 
service station. But her mother hadn't been feeling well . . . again! It had 
been like this since her father died nearly two years ago. At times she 
thought her mother would be hospitalized and she would be left home alone to 
run things. That's just the way it was today-her mother dragging about the 
house while she was running down to this awful service station checking on 
the car, enduring insulting looks and words. 

"Will the car be ready?" Janie asked, her voice losing some of the certainty 
it had earlier. 

"Well, depends," Jack said, pushing back his mechanic's hat and grinning at 
her. . 

He was handsome in a brutal way-that square-cut jaw, those brilliant black 
eyes, the moustache bushing around his upper lip almost meeting his 
sideburns. Janie could understand why some girls thought him attracts tive, 
especially when he washed some of that grease off. His brother was a little 
less handsome. Blond, tall, thickly built, he reminded Janie of those 
pictures of Nazi storm troopers. "Depends?" 

Janie felt her fingers trembling, growing icy. She didn't like the way the 
conversation was going, the way both brothers were looking at her. She felt 
hot flashes rush through her body as her spine tingled. Protectively the 
girl rubbed her fingers over her upper arms, glancing behind her to see if 
the door was open. She might be forced to run, to run for her life from 
these . . . these maniacs! 

"Well, you gonna play ball with us?" 

Jack looked a little unsure of himself at first when he started talking. 
But, when Janie didn't bolt for the door, he became bolder. Laying down a 
wrench, he wiped his fingers on his jeans, his grin becoming broader. 

"Ball?" Janie asked, her eyes rounding. She felt his eyes boring through 
her, burning her clothing, staring at her . . . her young cunt. She shivered 
once more, feeling her flesh crawl. 

"Yeah, you know . . . Hell, lots of your friends come down here after school 
. . . you know? They come down here and we close up for a little while. 
Everybody has a good time," Hank said, reaching down and hiking up his 
loose-fitting overalls. 

Janie thought she could see something pressing against the front of his 
pants-something that made her tremble even more. Could they be having 
thoughts about her, about taking her to bed, about . . . about fucking her? 

"I . . . I don't know what you mean," Janie said, tilting her chin defiantly 
and sucking in a deep breath. 

She stared at them coolly, trying to hide the confusion and fear whirling 
around inside her. She had come down here to find out something and she was 
going to stay until the brothers answered her. 

"I just came here to find out about my mother's car. Now, if you don't want 
to answer me, I'll just go back home and tell my mother," Janie threatened. 

Jack's smile faded, his face darkening. 

"You ain't gonna go nowheres . . . leastways, not 'til Hank and me get 
through with you." 

The words shocked Janie. She stood there, not believing for a moment what 
she'd heard. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Jack making a move toward 
her. 

"No!" Janie shouted, shrinking back. 

"Sure, you wanna do it, baby. Man, I've seen you eyeing me and my brother 
here lots of times when you go to school. We watched, man, watched them tits 
jigglin' up and down, seen that nice pretty little ass of your bouncin' 
under them short skirts," Hank said, smacking his lips like a hungry wolf. 

"You're lying . . . you're . . . you're wrong! I never . . . never thought . 
. . oh God!" 

Janie felt sick. To think these men were studying her as she walked to 
school, speculated about her, wondered if she would put out. That was what 
all men thought. Wanting to snake up a woman's legs and slip their cocks in. 
That's what the boys at school all wanted, and some of the girls gave in, 
opened their legs and gave in. She wasn't one of those kind of sluts, 
opening her thighs just to anyone. She would do it only when she met a boy 
she loved, maybe even wait until she married. It was old-fashioned, but it 
was what she wanted. And she'd never give anyone like the Barrington 
brothers anything more than the time of day! 

"Come on, baby, you gimma a proper hug and maybe we'll let you go . . . for 
today," Jack said, stepping closer. 

"No!" Janie shrieked, shrinking back from his outstretched hand. 

She was backing away, one foot sliding behind the other on the slippery 
garage floor. This was getting out of hand. She would turn and run, run home 
and tell her mother what these crazy men were trying to do. 

"Man, get her! She's gonna run and then we're in for it!" Hank whispered. 

Jack acted fast. The floor was slippery, so slippery she couldn't move very 
well without falling. Twisting around, trying to bolt for the door, Janie 
fell to her knees, her legs spreading out to either side of her. Jack was on 
top of her in a moment, reaching down and grabbing her by the wrist and 
pinning her arm behind her while Hank ran to the garage doors and pulled 
them down. 

"Put the fuckin' closed sign up. Don't want nobody comin' in and fuckin' 
around while we've havin' some fun, right, baby?" 

"Help, oh help! Help!" Janie screamed, jerking her body from side to side. 

She had to get free, break the awful hold these men had on her. Jack was 
hurting her wrist, twisting her arm up. Letting out a gasp, the girl lowered 
her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. The pain was awful, 
shooting like red-hot lightning bolts up and down her arm. She knelt there 
on the floor, her knees in the grease, her dress getting all dirty, while 
Hank closed up the shop and Jack threatened to hurt her more if she tried to 
make a break for it. 

"Okay, man, okay. Ain't nobody gonna come in here for a while. Some of the 
guys'll think we're fuckin' one of her friends," Hank said breathlessly, 
rubbing his hands on his jeans once more. 

"Okay, man. You gonna cooperate or we gonna have to teach you some lessons 
first?" Jack said, his voice thickening with excitement. 

"You're all crazy. When my mother hears about this, she's gonna sue you, 
lock you up!" Janie's face was red with pain and terror and anger. 

"Yeah? You gonna say somethin' to her, sweet tits?" Hank asked, pushing his 
face into hers. 

Janie shrank back, her eyes rounding when she saw the glimmer of sadistic 
anger in his eyes. She had stepped into something she couldn't handle. She 
had walked right into a trap, a sexual trap, one she wouldn't escape from 
easily. 

"She ain't gonna say nothin' to her old lady," Jack hissed, twisting her arm 
around until Janie cried out in pain once more. 

Tears sprang to her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks. He was twisting 
her arm around some more. He was enjoying this, enjoying listening to her 
cry out, loving her trembling, her sobbing, as she knelt there cringing 
under him. 

"You wanna put out for us . . . just like you fuck around with the other 
guys at school?" 

"No! I don't know what you're talking about! I . '. . never . . . never did 
that kind of thing . . . I . . . oh, please, please, don't!" 

It was true, really true! Some of the guys at school had tried to feel her 
up during a date. But she remembered what her mother had told her as 
well-"Boys want one thing only. And when they get it, they'll leave you high 
and dry." 

No, she wasn't going to come in pregnant, knocked up, being the object of 
pity and derision. So when the boys tried to feel her up, when they tried to 
excite her, Janie shoved them away, making a point never to date them again. 

But the truth was that she was hot and curious, almost willing to try 
anything with a boy. It was only at the last moment when she froze up, 
shoved him away, that she knew she was fighting against her own natural 
inclinations. She would never let a boy touch her, and yet, there were times 
when she wanted him to overpower her, force her to submit to a . . . a fuck! 
A good hard hot fuck! 

"Yeah? Well, fuck, a virgin! If you're a virgin, we're gonna find out real 
soon. Man, I ain't fucked a virgin since I tapped my cousin couple of years 
ago," Jack muttered, giving Janie's wrist another twist before letting her 
go. 

"Ohhhh . . . " The young blonde teen collapsed in a heap, drawing her hands 
over her face and sobbing hysterically. This couldn't be happening to her! 
This was a dream, a terrible, horrible dream. Things like this didn't happen 
to people like her. They happened to bad girls, loose girls, who paraded 
their asses around the streets. 

"Let's take her out back, man. Ain't no one gonna hear or see her there!" 

Janie felt hands grabbing her, hauling her up from the floor and dragging 
her back behind the grease rack. She struggled, twisting from side to side, 
crying out for help. At times she tried kicking at the men. But Jack and 
Hank stayed well out of her range, holding her tightly between them. 

"Let's strip 'er!" 

"Noooo!" 

They had thrown her into a small room that smelled just as badly as the 
garage. Plastered on the green, chipped plaster walls were colored photos of 
women, naked women in various obscene poses. An unmade bed was in a corner, 
the sheets wrinkled and a dirty gray color. 

"Down, baby, down," Jack hissed, shoving the screaming girl across the room. 

Janie stumbled, pitching forward, her arms stretched out in front for 
balance. Her leg hit the front edge of the bed. Janie fell with a loud crash 
across the sagging mattress. In an instant she was trying to get up. 

"Back, bitch!" 

Jack stepped in front of her, raising one hand high over his head. Before 
she could protect herself, his hand came down in a broad arc, slicing 
through the fetid air until his fist crashed against her right cheek. 

The force of the blow sent her head snapping to one side, and she fell back 
on the bed with a thud. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . " Her head throbbed as if someone had dropped an anvil on it. 

"I'm the oldest, fucker," Jack said, edging Hank away who by this time had 
begun to unbutton her dress. 

"Oh stop this, stop it before . . . before it's too late!" Janie wailed. 

She moved her hand up, desperately clutching at her half-opened dress. 

"It's already too late, baby. Way too late. Now come on, you gonna help me 
get you outta this?" 

"No!" 

Jack muttered something under his breath, then fell on top of her. His 
brother was laughing from the other side of the room as Jack ripped at her 
dress. 

"No, no, no!" Janie screamed and writhed, her hands clutching at the big 
man's face, her legs kicking out, trying to catch him in the groin as he 
ripped and tore at her dress. She felt the top give way first, the buttons 
tearing loose and falling to the bed, her dress sliding down her shoulders 
to her waist. He was kissing her throat, his thick lips sucking at her 
flesh, his tongue wiggling against her neck! And then he was reaching 
around, tearing at the zipper on her back, ripping it open! In a moment 
Janie felt her summer cotton dress tearing loose, sliding from her body, 
leaving her in bra and panties. 

"Now, that's real nice . . . real nice," Jack said, pulling back and 
studying the half naked girl under him. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Janie groaned under his weight. 

His legs were draped over hers, pinning her hard to the bed. He had her 
stretched open, her ankles dangling over the edges of the mattress. There by 
the door stood Hank, fingering his cock through his pants. 

"Kiss, baby, kiss!" Jack muttered, throwing himself back onto the girl. 

Janie groaned, struggling helplessly under the man's weight. She could feel 
his hands pawing her tits, squeezing them through the cups of her bra while 
his cock dry-fucked her. She could feel something big and hard, something 
terribly hot pressing against the crotch panel of her panties. 

"Noooooo!" Janie twisted her head around, biting down hard on Jack's hand. 

"Ooowwwww! Fuckin' bitch!" 

Jack reared back, shaking his fingers, rubbing them against his side. 

"What's the matter, man, the girl too much for you?" Hank taunted. 

"Ain't too much for me, man," Jack muttered, inspecting his injured fingers. 

Janie cringed on the bed, realizing at this moment she'd done a stupid 
thing. Nothing was going to convince these men to leave her alone. 

"Nice little cunt like you," Jack gasped, sliding off the bed and still 
rubbing the front of his Levi's. "Wouldn't have thought you'd be so dumb, 
you know, chick? I don't let chicks like you get away with pullin' something 
real stupid like that." 

His voice was getting thicker, lower. Janie trembled, propping herself up on 
her elbows, scooting back slowly. Soon she felt the wall pressing up behind 
her. She watched the big man standing in front of her. He was reaching down, 
reaching for his belt. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It happened so quickly, so unexpectedly! 

Nothing in her young life could have prepared her for the horror. No one 
could have made her believe that she would have been trapped in a garage 
with two sex maniacs bent on destroying her. Janie was sure they were going 
to hurt her, going to enjoy hurting her. She could sense from the way they 
talked earlier that they were the types to beat up women, dragging them 
through the muck before fucking them. 

"Oh, please, oh please," Janie begged, holding one hand up to her face 
protectively and pressing her back harder against the wall. "Please, I don't 
want to say anything. I swear, I won't tell anyone. Please, oh please don't 
. . . please . . . " 

Jack unbuckled the long, metal buckle, sliding the black leather from around 
his waist. 

"You're gonna be real cooperative, baby. I mean, you're just gonna roll on 
over and offer that little pussy up to me when I ask for it . . . that is, 
when I get through with you." 

Janie stared up at the big men, wishing she had a knife, a gun, something 
she could fight back with, kill him and his awful brother. 

"Oh don't . . . don't!" 

Even as she sobbed, one hand still protecting her face, she saw the shadow 
of Jack's arm come down toward her. The belt cracked in the air, 
straightening out for a moment, then snapping down at her. 

Janie screamed, her head turning to one side. She could hear the hissing of 
the leather through the air. 

The leather chewed the flesh just below her rib. Janie thought for a moment 
that someone had burned her with a cigarette. That heat, that awful, 
stinging pain brought more tears to her eyes. She jerked, her knees sliding 
up to her tits while her head snapped back. She let out a low groan, turning 
onto her side to protect her pussy from the belt's blows. 

"Over on your fuckin' belly, stupid bitch. Over or I'll tear your tits off." 

.Janie sobbed harder than before, reluctantly obeying the mechanic's orders. 
Silently the girl prayed, prayed to God to give her strength to outlast this 
ordeal. She pushed her hands beneath the filthy pillow, turning her face to 
one side. 

"Wanna see that ass, man . . . wanna see that nice smooth ass!" 

Reaching down, Jack slid his fingers under the elastic waistband and yanked 
down her panties. Janie yelped, her knees digging hard into the mattress, 
her thighs pressing against the sheets. She felt her panties sliding down 
over her hipbones, sliding down her thighs, past her ankles, gone! Naked! 
Stark naked! She blushed furiously, never having felt so vulnerable before 
in her life! A draft blew over her buttocks, raising goose bumps on her 
lightly tanned flesh. Janie moaned, clawing the pillow frantically as she 
waited for Jack's next move. 

Jack hesitated with the belt for a moment, doubling it, letting the leather 
trail over the sensitive flesh of her back thighs. He smiled, chuckling, 
when Janie groaned and moved her body from side to side. Tufts of her blonde 
euntal hair peeked from under her ass, looking all too tempting to the young 
mechanic standing over her. He swallowed hard, then raised one hand above 
his head. With another hissing sound, the leather cut through the air then 
crashed down on her. 

Janie's body jerked as if someone had touched it with a live electric wire. 
Again and again the belt came down, heating up her ass, making the girl 
scream until her throat was dry. Her ass burned, the hot sensation tearing 
through her asscheeks and spread into her cunt. 

As hard as it was to believe, Janie felt her pussy heating up, felt her clit 
rising, getting so hard as it did when she played with it sometimes. Janie 
screwed up her face in confusion. Never before had she associated pain and 
humiliation with sexual pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Janie squirmed and wiggled on the dirty bed, the belt smacking again and 
again against her sensitive flesh. No, no, she thought, fighting the 
terrible feeling, the awful sensations rushing through her young cunt. This 
was terrible! No one had told her about the connection between this kind of 
pain, this kind of degradation and pleasure. 

Janie couldn't ignore the hot, tight, mushy feeling growing hotter and 
tighter in the furry bundle between her legs. Again and again the belt 
sliced into her flesh. And again and again Janie groaned out pleas. But now 
her moans were tempered with something else, something far more sensuous, 
something she wished she could hide but couldn't. The girl let Jack and Hank 
see just how warm she was getting down there, just how hot and sexually 
aroused she was becoming! 

"Oooooohohhh!" 

The belt crisscrossed over Janie's asscheeks, the leather leaving long red 
marks on her flesh. 

She could hear Jack's breathing become heavier, more labored above her. She 
tried not to cry. But the leather burned her flesh and her buttocks felt as 
if they were being branded by a burning iron! Yes, branded! That's what was 
happening to her! Someone was branding her, showing the world what kind of 
slut she was. For that was the true word for her behavior-sluttish! 

Even now, as the big mechanic sliced the leather into her flesh, Janie felt 
her pussy juicing, felt the warm fluids wetting down her outer labia, 
straining the sheets beneath her. 

"Ooohoohohh!" 

Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Wouldn't he ever run out of wind? The two 
brothers were so well-built, but surely even they couldn't go on forever. 
And what about Hank? Would he take over when his brother tired? Would they 
switch around, beating her, fucking her until she was nothing more than a 
piece of raw meat? Stories of girls found naked and half-fucked to death in 
ditches raced through her mind. 

"Ungghhhh!" 

The belt was concentrating on her asscrack, the tip curling at the bottom 
and nearly reaching her clit. Sparks seemed to shower into her cunt when the 
belt neared her clit. It was then that Janie moaned particularly hard, 
digging her knees into the mattress while wiggling her buttocks from side to 
side as if she were actually seeking out the belt! 

Janie sucked in another ragged breath, holding it until the next blow of the 
belt. Jolts of lightning-like pain shot through her tits and cunt, making 
her roll over, then slide back onto her belly again. Jack knew, he had to, 
he had to realize just what was happening to her! She wished she could hide 
her shame, her rutting in front of these men! 

"Unghhhhh!" 

Already the searing pain had spread into her cunt, making her clit throb 
like a festering wound. With each blow, her body vibrated like a struck 
tuning fork, making the girl less and less coherent. Thoughts of her 
attractive mother, of the car, Of her friends, vanished under the rising 
heat of her cunt. 

She rubbed the fronts of her thighs hard against the wrinkled sheets. She 
groaned into the pillow, wishing someone would touch her cunt, do something 
incredibly awful to her-like fucking her, tearing her cherry, fucking her 
until she couldn't walk for a week! She had heard those awful expressions in 
school and had giggled over them. Now they came back in full force. She 
could see the truth in them. Yes, she wanted to be fucked hard, brutally, 
have her cherry ripped away! To feel something as hard and stiff and long as 
a man's dick inside her had to be the best feeling in the world! 
Instinctively she knew this! 

Janie was chewing the pillow, hiding her lust-bloated face. How she wanted 
them to fuck her, to go through with their sick, horrible plan to fuck her 
violently. And yet still another part of her clung to her old life, to the 
warnings of her mother, of some of her friends, of her conscience. This was 
wrong, horribly wrong. Making love was supposed to be between two people who 
respected one another, who loved one another. This was less than animals 
fucking in the gutter! She was rutting, rutting because someone was beating 
her on the ass with a leather belt! Surely that had to be the lowest kind of 
sexual arousal around. Surely she could stop the hot, mushy feelings rushing 
through her cunt, turning her into something lower than a street whore! 
"Nooooo!" 

But how could she stop feelings that seemed to be flowing from somewhere 
dark and deep inside her? Try as she might, Janie couldn't control her 
reactions to Jack's belting. She writhed and twisted, her ass jiggling, 
reddening under each, increasingly hard blow. 

Crying out for help, clawing desperately at the sheets, Janie felt herself 
spinning higher and higher toward an incredible orgasm! 

"You little slut," Jack said, stopping his beating and wiping his sweaty 
forehead with the back of one hand. "You really can take a lot, man. A whole 
lot. Ain't met that many who can. They're usually yellin' their fuckin' 
heads off. But you, man . . . " 

"Ohhhhhh . . . " Janie moaned. 

Janie felt humiliated beyond words. She buried her face even deeper into the 
pillow, shutting her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. 

"I'm goin' in, man . . . goin' in to see if the slut was tellin' the truth 
about her cherry," Jack said, throwing the belt to the floor. 

"Get sloppy seconds again, huh?" Hank muttered, turning around and leaving 
the room for a second. 

"Get what you fuckin' well want!" Jack shouted over his shoulder, chuckling 
softly while undressing. 

Janie turned her tear-stained face to the wall. She felt the bed sagging as 
Jack sat down. The smell of sweat and grease came to her nose, making her 
slide slightly away from the big man. She shoved her face deeper into the 
pillow. 

"You cooperate and we can have a lotta fun. You wanna fight, fine. Man, I 
don't give a fuck. I'm gonna get inside you one way or the other. You make 
it hard on yourself, and that's your fuckin' problem," Jack said, smoothing 
his fingers over the hot, reddened ass flesh. 

Janie cringed, her fingers locked together under the pillow. She would need 
strength, real strength to endure this horror. He was going to rape her, 
sink his cock into her hole and tear away her cherry! 

Janet's mind went blank, a strange buzzy feeling taking over her 
consciousness. How strange that she was looking forward to this rape just as 
much as she was detesting it. Janie wondered if sex was like this all the 
time-a mixture of pain and pleasure, of expectancy and fear, of love and 
hate. She doubted that any of her friends or her mother would be able to 
answer that one. 

"I'm gonna have you dancin' naked all around here before I'm through with 
you . . . and I'm gonna have you lovin' every fuckin' second of what I do to 
you," he said, standing up and sliding his greasy Levi's off his 
thick-muscled hips. 

"No, no, no!" she whispered. 

Janie heard him undress, heard his shirt and pants hitting the floor. And 
while fear increased in her, she also felt her cunt start to twitch, 
actually move with a kind of excited hope. Her clit tingled as if thousands 
of hot needles were tearing at her small little sex spindle. 

Janie trembled while her pussy shook. She was moving her thighs from side to 
side, feeling her cunt rubbing against the material of the sheets and loving 
that touch. Anything, anything touching her pussy was welcome now! To her 
shame, Janie could hardly wait for Jack to take her and . . . and drive his 
cock into her cunt. 

He was fingering her asscrack now, rubbing two digits up and down, sliding 
them closer and closer to her cunthole. 

She felt him touching her shitter, rubbing his knuckles over the wrinkled 
flesh and chuckling as she shoved her ass up to him. If only she could 
control herself, control how she was reacting to his fingering. But nothing 
worked. In the end she felt the pressure in her cunt swell, making her move 
around, her buttocks opening and closing invitingly while her hips shifted 
from side to side-a shameless, wanton dance of lust. 

Jack was laughing openly now, enjoying her discomfort, her confusion at what 
was going on. He knew she was fighting her desires, her wishes. He knew she 
was giving herself up reluctantly. Reaching forward, Jack slid his fingers 
under her elastic bra strap, unbuckled it, then slid the bra off her 
shoulders. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

Now she was completely naked, her big thirty-four-inch tits pillowed out 
under her chest. 

"Come on, baby, come on," he said, reaching around and rolling her back onto 
her ass. 

Janet's eyes rounded as she stared at the big thing sticking out of Jack's 
hairy groin. His cock was frightening, too big for her, she thought. She 
would never be able to take that big prick in her cunt. How could a man have 
something that big! His cock had to be at least ten inches and five, maybe 
six inches around! 

"Nice, huh? Drives most women real crazy. Gonna drive you nuts too," Jack 
said, stroking his heavy hunk of meat slowly. 

"No, no, I won't let you . . . let you touch me with that . . . that . . . " 

He would kill her with that big prick, would split her wide open, ruin her 
for life! 

"Yeah, gonna pry you wide open, baby, gonna make you feel every fuckin' inch 
I got between my legs-fill you up 'til you feel my balls restin' on your 
fuckin' butt." 

The smell of his sweat, of the grease still on his rugged body, made her 
gag. It was so strong, so overwhelming. And yet it was the smell of a man, a 
smell that aroused her as much as it repelled her. 

"Oh God in heaven, help me!" she wailed. 

"That's it, baby, pray. Pray while I fuck you 'til you bleed. Before I'm 
through with you, I'll have you beggin' me for more of my dick." 

Janie screamed as Jack reached down and jerked her legs apart. He was rough, 
not caring if she was enjoying herself or not. Her head snapped back and 
another wail escaped from her lips as she felt his callused fingers 
spreading her cuntlips apart. More lust oil spilled from her pussy, wetting 
down his fingers and her inner thighs. 

"You're pretty hot, baby, really wantin' this. Man, I ain't gonna listen to 
you no more. You wanna get fucked, and that's just what you're gonna fuckin' 
get." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Janie squirmed on the bed, her fingers clenched into fists that pounded 
against the mattress. Jack had climbed onto the bed and was holding his cock 
with one hand, rubbing the fingers of his other up and down her furry slit. 
It was awful, horrible, and yet inevitable that the girl found herself 
responding to the mechanic's advances. 

While he degraded her, hurt her, Janie found her cunt growing hotter and 
tighter, the juices flowing out freely and wetting down her thighs. 

"No, oh, no!" 

He was leaning over her now, his knees shoved up tight against her buttocks. 

Janie screamed, both hands raised and pressed against Jack's massive chest 
while one leg kicked out to the side. It was impossible to shove him away. 
He was too big, too insistent. He only laughed at her attempts to knock him 
away. 

"You're gonna take it all, baby, all the way up your cunt." 

"Stop!" she begged. 

There was a look of frantic terror in the girl's eyes as Jack rolled her 
back a little more, her knees nearly banging against her forehead. She could 
feel it, could feel his hot slippery cockhead pressing against her 
pussylips! No, he couldn't fuck her, not with that thing, not with that 
horribly long, thick cock! She squirmed her ass again, beating her fists 
against his chest, begging him to take it away. 

Janie felt Jack shoving down, pressing his dickhead hard against her pussy. 
It was awful, horrible! The girl closed her eyes tightly. Snapping her head 
back, Janie let out a low, throaty growl as she arched her back. The pain, 
the pain! Slivers of glass-sharp agony shot through her pussy, making her 
writhe. 

"Yeah, baby, come on, move that ass, move it," Jack grunted, his face red 
with the effort of fucking the virgin. He shook the sweat from his face and 
relaxed for a moment, tensing his thigh muscles once more and bearing down 
on the helpless blonde teen once more. 

Again Janie threw her head back, her blonde hair splashing across her face 
and the base of her throat. She shouted out for him to stop, prayed God to 
give her strength, as she beat her fists against his hairy, sweaty chest as 
that horrible big thing screwed its way into her tight little fuckhole. 

"Nooooo, oh . . . oh, oh please! Please . . . ughhh . . . you're . . . 
you're kiilling meeeeeee!" 

Tears rolled freely down her face as Janie twisted and wriggled under the 
big man. She had never felt such pain before in her life! God, it felt as if 
someone were knifing her between her legs! 

Again Janie cried out, her body jerking from side to side as Jack tried to 
slip in another inch of his cock. 

"Ugnhhhhh!" 

"Shaddup!" 

Looking up, Janie saw the back of his right hand coming down. She braced for 
the blow. His fist stung her cheeks, snapping her head to the left, making 
her head throb with the force of the slap. She sobbed, dazed and hurt, 
feeling her cuntal muscles relax just a bit. "Oooohhhh!" 

The pain was nearly overwhelming. Once or twice Janie thought she was going 
to lose consciousness. But somehow she had managed to stay awake. 

Jack was pushing harder, tearing back the tight inner muscles of her cunt. 
The pain became excruciating at this point. Her body trembled mightily as if 
she were having a fit. Her thunderous tits jiggled on her chest while her 
knees snapped hard against Jack's sides. 

"Man, gonna . . . ughhh . . . gonna make it, baby. Gonna tear that fuckin' 
cherry of yours with my cockhead. And then it's gonna be clear sailin', 
bitch, clear sailin', " he said, taking in a deep breath. 

Janie felt him leaning against her, his bear-like hands pinning her 
shoulders to the mattress while his thighs shoved down. His eyes were black 
and hard, filled with anger and sadism, as he shoved a third time. 

"Oooooooooohh!" Janie bucked her ass back as far as she could, a shot of 
pain knocking the wind from her. 

She breathed shallowly, rapidly, sounding as if she were about to go into 
cardiac arrest at any second! And then it happened! There was a tearing, 
ripping sensation somewhere deep in her belly. He had torn through, had 
broken past the thin membrane of her cherry and was sliding the rest of his 
prick into her. 

Janie let out a cry of horror and surprise, her knees sagging apart, then 
jerking back, slamming hard against Jack's sides. She arched her back, 
wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while her head snapped from 
side to side. More tears rolled from her eyes, leaking into her nostrils and 
mouth as she made raspy, gravelly sounds. 

God, it had happened! She had lost her cherry, lost her virginity, her 
innocence to this animal. Lying there, panting heavily, feeling his fat 
prick slide into her hole and making her belly swell up as if she were 
pregnant, Janie wished she could die on the spot. She had been ruined 
forever, sullied by this animal. How would she ever be able to face her 
mother, her friends with the knowledge that she had been brutally raped! 

"Ohhhhh!" 

"Feel good, baby? Does my prick feel good sawin' away inside you?" Jack 
taunted. 

"Ohhhhhh," Janie responded, not caring what he did to her now. She had been 
dragged through the mud already. There was little he could do or say that 
would make her feel any worse at this point. 

"Come on, baby, come on and fuck with me. You can do it, 'specially since 
you've lost that fuckin' cherry," Jack said, reaching down and kneading her 
soft, resilient tits. 

He was milking her tits, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and 
forefingers and sighing when he watched those rubbery nubs grow a darker 
shade of red. 

"Yeah, you don't wanna admit it, but you're goin' for it now, ain'tcha? 
Yeah, you want that fuckin', want it real bad, want me to play with your 
tits while I fuck the shit outta your goddamned pussy, right?" 

"No, no, don't . . . don't do this to me! OH God, God, just leave me alone!" 
she wailed. 

But Jack kept pistoning his prick in and out of her hole, the speed 
increasing as her juices and her muscles allowed his cock to slide back and 
forth with ease. In a moment Janie found that she was helping, actually 
helping him. Her thighs were shifting from side to side, brilliant 
electric-like flashes sending showers of sexual sparks into her hot cunt. 
She was turning on, getting hotter and hotter as Jack made sure his prick 
kept in constant contact with her clit. 

"Ohhh, oohhhh!" 

"That's it, baby. Work it on out. Come on, work it out 'til you shoot," Jack 
encouraged. 

When her clit began to shiver, Janie tried to block out the pleasure she 
felt. No woman could feel pleasure having been brutally raped like this. It 
was impossible! No woman likes to be taken like this, taken like some piece 
of trash and thrown on the floor and stomped upon. But her feelings couldn't 
be denied in the end. Janie felt herself on the brink of a powerful orgasm. 
She was twisting and writhing on the bed, the balls of her feet banging 
against his lower back as Jack kept fucking her, his halls now slapping hard 
against her upturned buttocks. "Oh! Ohhh!" 

A forbidden chilly fire raced up and down her cunt, making her pussy juice 
more and more. The room was filled with her grunts, his moans, and the wet 
slick sucking sound of his prick pounding into her furry fuckslit! 

Janie felt her clit erecting with lust while her thighs and belly tightened. 
Jack was still playing with her tits, pinching the nipples, rolling them 
between his fingers. They felt so big, so swollen! The tips ached so, the 
sensation increased by the maddening way he was toying with them! 

"Nooooo!" she screamed. 

Soon, soon she was going to cum, have her first big orgasm-with a stranger! 
The thought was mind-numbing and exciting at the same time. She was going to 
climax with this sexy animal. As much as it horrified her, it also pleased 
her. What was happening to her? Why was she thinking these awful thoughts, 
feeling these powerful sensations racing through her cunt and tits? 

"Work it out, baby . . . ughhhhh . . . yeah, work it out 'cause I'm gonna 
dump my load in you pretty fuckin' fast. Yeah, gonna . . . gonna do it . . . 
do it now!" 

His voice was throaty, uneven, raspy. Instinctively Janie knew he was ready 
to shoot. She had studied about how men shoot some sticky stuff in a girl. 
It was going to happen to her in a few seconds. 

"Ooooohh!" 

Janie felt Jack tense above her, felt his fingers press down hard against 
her chest. He threw back his head and let out an animal howl, his groin 
grounding against hers while his fat long dick jumped around inside her. He 
was cumming, shooting his load! 

"Fuuuuucckkk!" 

Janie's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she felt something very hot 
and wet spraying inside her. So this was how it felt to have a man cum 
inside her! The feeling was incredible, nothing like it in the world! 

Janie let out a groan, dragging her nails over his back, hunching up against 
the big man and wagging her ass back and forth as if it were her tail. 

"Unghhhhh!" Janie threw her head back once more, closing her eyes, giving in 
to the feeling overwhelming her cunt. 

She was cumming, feeling her pussy explode into a million fiery pieces while 
all the breath shot from her lungs. Sucking in more oxygen to feed her 
twisting body, she screamed out her need, feeling the sting of his cum, the 
sting of her own orgasm as her cuntal muscles cramped and grabbed hold of 
Jack's spraying prick. 

"Man, that's it! Baby, work it out, work out that fuckin' cum!" 

Janie couldn't talk, couldn't do anything except buck and thrash on the 
mattress, her cunt split apart by his ten-inch cock. She rode him like a 
merry-go-round horse, slicking down his pole with her hot young juices. 

"Fuck, fuck!" she cried, amazed that she used that horrible, dirty word. 

Words didn't matter at this point, though. Nothing mattered except the power 
she felt unleashed between her legs. Bucking, crying out, Janie felt her 
asscheeks clench against the intrusion in her pussy. His cum burned, filling 
her cunt, triggering another series of orgasms that knocked the wind from 
her. That sexy eruption in her clit was more exciting and satisfying than 
anything she had ever known. It was impossible for her to control her 
emotions, her feelings at this point. She was spinning out of control, 
falling into an abyss of sensual feelings. 

Her hips jerked up, shot back, then jerked up again, her cunt milking his 
spraying prick, the muscles gumming along the full length of Jack's cock. 
Her tits slapped together while her belly rippled and her cunt tightened 
again around his big cock. 

"That's it. That's a good fuckin' virgin, baby, a good virgin!" 

He was laughing at her now, mocking her as she rolled her ass from side to 
side. She didn't care what he said now. As more spasms rocked through her 
pussy, Janie raised her knees higher and bent her knees, the movement 
tightening her cunt. Jack responded by pounding his cock in again, reaming 
out her pussy once more.' 

"Man, fuck it out, baby, fuck . . . it . . . out!" 

Janie had no idea how long she'd thrashed around on the bed, debasing 
herself in front of this man. She never knew anything could be so 
pleasurable, so delightful while at the same time humiliating. Now that the 
major part of her orgasm was over, Janie lay there racked with guilt, 
wondering what on earth could have triggered her off like that. 

"Took your fuckin' cherry, baby. Plucked it out and had a good time doin' 
it. And, man, the way you was movin' that tight little ass of yours showed 
me you dug it too, right?" 

Jack slapped her asscheeks. That hard touch sent another electric shock 
racing to her clit, making Janie cry out with surprise. Her cuntal muscles 
gripped his slackening prick once more, holding tightly onto it while jizz 
oozed out of her pussy. 

"Man, bet you could go on for all night. But I ain't got the time for it," 
Jack said, reluctantly pulling back and withdrawing his prick. 

Janie moaned, feeling her slick elastic cunt walls collapsing behind the fat 
retreating head of his prick. He pulled free with a wet pop, shaking his 
head while still on his hands and knees. 

"What is it?" 

The door had squeaked open. Hank was standing there, running his fingers 
through his blond hair. 

"The old lady called. Wanted to know if we seen her daughter," he said, 
nodding to the raped Janie lying lifelessly on the bed. 

"What did you tell her?" Jack asked, climbing off the mattress and hitching 
up his pants. 

"That you'd call her back," Hank said, rubbing his crotch and staring at 
Janie. 

"Dumb shit," Jack muttered, brushing by his brother and slamming the door 
behind him. 

"Looks like it's just you and me, sweet tits," Hank said, reaching down and 
opening his pants. 

Janie heard the metallic slide of his zipper. She blinked open her eyes, 
turning her head and staring at a dick nearly as large as Jack's. Blond 
tufts of hair brushed around the fat base while a pair of fat nuts dangled 
from under his cock. Automatically her cunt went into spasms of fear as Hank 
shoved his Levi's down past his knees and walked to the bed. 

"Naw, I ain't gonna have no sloppy seconds from my brother," he muttered, 
guessing what was going through Janie's head. 

"Th-then you're going to let me go?" she whispered, hope filling her for the 
first time since her rape. 

"You kiddin'? Not yet, baby, not 'til I've got my share of fun from you." 

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling forward hard. 

Janie screamed, feeling her body come to life once more. She scrambled up 
from her prostrate position, her hands beating at Hank's hand. 

Hank pulled her from the cum-stained bed-sheets, yanking her off the bed. 
With a groan Janie found herself tumbling off the mattress, sprawling at his 
feet. He still had her by the hair and tugged up. She let out another 
scream, her eyelids fluttering, her scalp creasing with fear. Drawing her 
forward, he shoved her face against his boot, cutting her lip. 

Janie groaned, licking the injured lip, tasting blood! 

"Suck it, baby, suck it! Gimme good head!" 

Suck cock? Was he out of his mind? Was he crazy? She wouldn't do it! 
Wouldn't lower herself to that level, to the level of a . . . a cocksucker! 

Again Janie tried pulling away, but Hank held her tightly, snagging her hair 
in his fingers, jerking her up until her nose was pressed flat against his 
groin. She could smell his crotch, could smell the hot arousal of his cock 
and balls! 

"Please!" Janie knew it was useless to beg. There was nothing in the world 
that would have stopped Jack from tearing away her cherry. And now there was 
nothing that would stop Hank from fucking her mouth. He was pulling on her 
hair, pulling it back so hard Janie thought he was going to tear it from her 
scalp. To ease the pain, Janie opened her mouth, opened it and gave Hank 
what he wanted. Yes, she would suck his prick, do anything to stop that 
awful mind-numbing pain searing her head. 

"Better," he grunted, easing up on his hold. 

Janie opened her eyes, staring cross-eyed at the fat purple cock head in 
front of her. Swallowing a lump of fear and revulsion the girl opened her 
mouth wide, bending her head back slightly. In a moment she felt the head of 
his cock brushing over her lower lip. Hank let his prick rest on her tongue 
for a second, then he shoved his cock halfway in. 

Janie's cheeks puffed out, tears rolling down from her eyes while her face 
reddened. Strangled whistling sounds came from her nostrils, her eyes 
widening as she tried to gasp for breath. It was as if she were drowning! 
When she tried pulling back, however, Hank increased the pulling tension on 
her hair. Feeling the pain again in her scalp, Janie relented and let Hank 
do whatever he wanted to with her. She was helpless. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Come on, baby, just don't sit there and take it. I wanna see some action, 
some of the action you showed my brother. Fuck, I could hear the two of you 
out there in the office. Surprised the fuckin' cops didn't come in and bust 
the joint. Now I wanna see you move, baby, move it for me like you did for 
that son-of-a-bitch!" 

He pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing the spongy head over her 
forehead, then bringing it down to her eyes and sliding it over her lids. 
Janie trembled. What should she do? She'd never done this before and 
suddenly this man was demanding horrible, awful things of her! 

"Come on, baby, come on, start lickin' that thing. Come on, lick it like it 
was candy!" Hank insisted, bending his knees and shoving his hairy groin 
into her face. 

Janie gagged, swallowing again. There was nothing she could do! Reluctantly 
she opened her mouth again, sticking out her tongue, pushing her face 
forward. She started licking over his piss-slit, sliding her tongue back, 
back along the ridged underside toward his balls. 

Hank directed her, groaning every now and then, rubbing her hair and warning 
her that if she tried something stupid like biting him or squeezing his 
balls his brother would be in quickly and would kick her senseless. Janie 
was sure of the threat and pushed any such ideas from her head. 

"Yeahhhhh, that's it, baby, move that fuckin' tongue, move it . . . ughhhh, 
great, great head, baby, good head!" Hank sighed. 

Janie was giving him feathery touches with her tongue, sliding her lips 
back, back until they were touching his swinging balls. The big man was 
going crazy, nearly losing his balance twice while his body rocked slowly 
from side to side. He was telling her how to lick him, how to move her 
tongue back and forth along his dick until she was lapping him like a dog. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah, that's it!" 

Janie wasn't sure how some girls could like this. It was awful, debasing. At 
best she had been able to do it without gagging or retching. Perhaps it was 
because she had just cum so violently. 

"Jesus!" 

He had her drag her tongue up to the groove on the underside of his 
cockhead, dig it into his pisshole, then pull it back, trailing the tip down 
to his tightening balls once more. 

"Man, that's it, baby, that's it . . . fuckin' best head I've had in a long 
time!" 

Hank kept grunting with satisfaction, sawing his hips from side to side. 
Soon, the young mechanic couldn't take the teasing any more. He pulled his 
prick out, held her head between both hands and forced her lips open wide. 
Centering his prickhead, he shoved in, pushing back, back until he could 
feel the back of her throat shoving hard against his cock. 

He was knocking the wind from her, blocking off her air passage with his 
cock! Janie's face turned a bright red as she twisted helplessly under him, 
clawing at his chest, his thighs. 

Finally he relented, drawing his cock back a few inches, letting Janie take 
in more air to keep herself from falling unconscious. When he thought she 
was better, Hank started fucking her mouth in earnest. 

It was going to happen all over again. She was going to take another man in 
her body, have him cum-but this time it would be in her mouth! Already she 
could taste something very salty, something very bleachy coating her mouth, 
her tongue and lips. It made her swallow, the cum coating her throat, her 
belly. 

"Man, go for it, go for it!" Hank cried, his voice sounding strained. 

Janie felt his fingers fanning out on the sides of her head, felt them 
pressing down so hard she thought he would crush her skull. She flicked her 
tongue wildly up and down his dick, curling it around the sensitive grooved 
side, hoping he would cum soon! Her jaws were sore from being pried wide. 
Frothy drool oozed from the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin. 

It was awful, terrible to be like this, having her mouth filled with 
prickmeat! 

Rolling her eyes up, Janie saw his chest rising and falling faster and 
faster. His head was tilted back, his mouth open and gagging sounds coming 
from it. He was going to cum, shoot off in her mouth! Janie's mind whirled 
around and around, hardly able to understand what was going on. That 
bloated, purple prick hammering against the back of her throat was about to 
blow its load. She knew it, sensed it. She could hear Hank calling her all 
sorts of names, his grip on her skull growing unbearably tight. And then . . 
. 

"Unghhhhh . . . fuckkkkk!" Hank screamed. 

He was cumming, blowing his load into her mouth. He told her to suck it, to 
swallow all of his jizz as more and more of the bleach-flavored stuff 
spattered against the back of her throat. It was like swallowing slime! 

Several times Janie tried to pull away, yank her head from the big man. But 
he held her firmly pressed against his crotch, rubbing his balls against her 
chin, filling her mouth with his white-hot jizz until it started bubbling 
past her cheeks and hanging down in strings from her chin. 

"Ohhhh yeah, baby! Yeah, good head. Fuck, it was worth waitin' for a cunt 
like you," Hank said, smoothing his fingers over her cheeks. 

He pulled his cock from her mouth in a while, rubbing the tip of his cock 
over her lips, then stepping back. 

Janie turned her head to one side and spat out a mixture of spit and jizz 
into the dirty wooden floor. Holding her belly, she tried to keep her cool, 
tried to keep from retching. These animals had violated her in every way 
possible. She knelt by the bed, wishing she could die. 

Janie fell back against the bed, resting her head against the dirty 
mattress, feeling the cum still bubbling out of her pussy. She ached, ached 
mentally and physically. She just wanted to get away from Hank and Jack. 
Tears of shame streaked her face now as she thought of how Jack had fucked 
her, of how she had tossed her hips up to him, wagging her ass from side to 
side, begging him for more cock. And her performance with Hank? That had 
been shameless! She had sucked him dry, had let him fuck her mouth until her 
jaws ached. She turned her head and spat once more, still tasting the salty 
flavor of his hot cum! 

"Come on. We gotta get her dressed and home. Her old lady's real worried. 
Even talked about callin' the cops when I told her we ain't seen the bitch 
for a while," Jack said a little worried. 

"And not a peep outta you, understand? Don't want your mama all upset, now, 
do you?" Hank said, reaching down and hauling Janie up. 

Janie leaned back, bracing herself. How would her mother react to this kind 
of story, the story of her own daughter's rape? The girl shivered, rubbing 
her fingers up and down her arms. She didn't even want to think of it. 

"You gotta sneak in, I guess. She's gonna be askin' you all kind of 
questions and you'd better change your fuckin' clothes," Jack said, throwing 
her torn skirt and blouse at her. 

Janie took the garments, examining them, feeling more tears rolling down her 
cheeks. She had put them on this morning so happy, so innocent. She was 
going to help her mother out, going to be a big girl. Little did she know 
that those same clothes would be torn from her body and cast aside while two 
men fucked her silly! Janie sobbed, hugging the torn skirt and blouse to her 
body. 

"Come on, get dressed and get the fuck outta this place. And remember, don't 
you tell your old lady nothin', " Jack warned. 

Janie nodded tearfully, starting to put on her panties. It would be so hard, 
so difficult to hide something like this from her mother. But she would have 
to. This couldn't get out into the neighborhood, into the school, or even to 
her mother! Janie would never be able to show her face again! 

Brush her hair away from her face, Janie dressed slowly, her arms aching, 
her legs cramped, her pussy still throbbing with pain and delight from her 
most recent fuck. No, no one must ever know about her brutal fucking here in 
the garage. 

Back at Janie's home Laura Weathers waited impatiently for her daughter's 
return. Holding the tall vodka collins in her hand, she pressed the cold 
glass against her lips, staring through the lace curtains into the empty 
street in front. She had called the garage and Jack Barrington had said 
Janie left over an hour ago. She felt her pulse quickening. There were so 
many things going on in the streets of Los Angeles now, things that made it 
unsafe for a girl like Janie to walk around. Still it was afternoon. Surely 
no one would try anything. 

Laura turned from the window and took another swallow of her drink. Janie 
was the only thing she had to live for now that Brad was gone! Yes, she knew 
she should go out, get a job, meet new friends, meet a man. A man! How her 
daughter had tried several times to get her to go out, date, find a man! How 
could anyone compare to Brad, his love-making, the way he used to hold her 
in bed, slide his prick in, drive her wild with the way he fucked her while 
shoving his tongue down her throat and playing with her tits. He had a way 
of stimulating all parts of her body at once! There was nothing lacking, 
nothing shabby about the way he made love. How could she so possibly find 
someone as considerate and passionate as her late husband? 

But lately Laura had noticed that her cunt was missing the touch of a man. 
There were some nights when she lay in bed and thought of men-thought about 
the way they felt when they crawled on top of her, about the way they 
touched her thighs, played with her tits while their cocks slid up and down 
her belly! 

Laura moaned, tilting her head up and taking another swallow of the burning 
liquor. Yes, that was her consolation now-drinking, something she knew her 
daughter disapproved of. But would Janie approve of her dragging men home 
every night, keeping them in the bedroom to all hours while she fucked her 
brains out? She doubted it. The memory of her father was still strong in her 
daughter. 

Still she could sneak out, find a man who had an apartment and . . . 

"Ohhhhh . . . " 

It was no good. She would be sneaking out, acting like a teenager. There had 
to be some other way, some way she could satisfy the awful feelings in her 
cunt without arousing her daughter's suspicion. 

Laura laughed, getting up from the couch once more and walking slowly to the 
front window. She was worried about her daughter, worried about Janie 
looking disapprovingly on her actions as she had worried about her mother's 
reactions whenever she went out on a date. How strange! "Ummmmm!" 

It was happening again! Even now as she waited anxiously for her daughter it 
was happening. As she walked, the friction of her cuntlips over her swollen 
clit had become excruciating. 

Laura caught her breath, steadying herself against the front window! What on 
earth was she going to do with herself? How could she keep on living alone, 
not doing anything while her cunt burned and throbbed like this? She needed 
a man, perhaps several of them, lots and lots of men, all climbing up to her 
bedroom with stiff cocks, waiting to satisfy her. 

Shaking her head, Laura finished her drink and concentrated on her daughter. 
Where on earth could Janie be? She never stayed away from home too long 
without calling first. 

Again Laura peered through the lace curtains, hoping she would catch a 
glimpse of her daughter coming down the street. 

"Janie?" 

She thought she heard the back door open, was it her imagination? 

Footsteps! Someone was in the house, sneaking toward the bedroom. 

Turning, Laura held her breath, wondering if she should run for the front 
door and try to escape. Was it a burglar, a rapist? Her heart skipped a 
beat, her flesh crawling with fear as she slid one foot in front of the 
other hesitantly. 

Reaching the hallway, Laura peered down the corridor and saw someone walking 
toward the back bathroom. 

"Janie?" 

The shadowy figure stopped. 

"Hi, Mom. Just came in. I have to go to the John and . . . " Janie couldn't 
lie. She stood there staring at the bathroom door. If only she had been a 
little more quiet; if only she had moved more quickly, had made it to the 
bathroom. There she could have changed her clothes, showered. She wanted to 
wash, get that awful grease smell off her flesh, wash out the cum from her 
pussy and mouth! 

"Janie, what's wrong?" 

Laura felt her heart stop. She approached her daughter who was still hidden 
in the shadows. From this distance the woman could tell Janie's skirt was 
torn, her blouse in tatters. 

Laura dropped the glass from her hand, the ice cubes scattering on the 
floor. Holding one hand to her mouth, she fought down a scream. She knew 
what had happened to her daughter. She had been raped! Someone had raped her 
little girl! 

"Oh my God, Janie!" 

"Mama, I . . . I'm sorry," Janie stammered, the words choking in her throat. 

Janie turned around and fell into her mother's arms, sobbing hysterically. 

Laura managed to calm her anger, reassuring her daughter, stroking her hair 
while leading her gently back to her bedroom. Undressing the sobbing girl, 
Laura noticed the marks, the several welts around her buttocks and thighs, 
the marks on her tits and chest. 

Time and time again Laura wanted to ask her daughter more questions, 
interrogate Janie to find out what exactly happened. 

But the moment she brought it up, Janie went into hysterics, her arms 
flailing in front of her, her legs kicking at the bed. Laura couldn't upset 
her more, couldn't do something like phone the police although she wanted 
to. Laura knew the cops would leer at Janie, ask her all sorts of horrible 
questions, and then probably do nothing about it. 

During the next two hours, she bathed her daughter, kept quiet except for 
one or two casual questions. By the end of that time, Laura was certain it 
had been the Barrington brothers who had raped Janie. Those mechanics, those 
animals! 

Laura bit her lower lip, hiding her feelings from Janie. Tucking Janie into 
bed and waiting until she was asleep, Laura tip-toed from the bedroom, 
shutting the door quietly behind her. She stood in the hall for what seemed 
like hours, unsure of what to do next. 

Then, squaring her shoulders, she marched down the hall to her bedroom, 
opening one of the bureau drawers and pulling out a gun that had belonged to 
her late husband. She had fired it several times at the local range since 
her husband's death. She would fire it now at the Barringtons. They deserved 
it, deserved bullets in the heads. 

Shutting the drawer, Laura shoved the pistol into her purse. Quietly she 
left the house, checking on Janie one more time before slipping out. The 
car. Of course they would be expecting her to pick it up shortly. They had 
told her the oil had been changed and they were just finishing up on the 
lube job. Changed the oil! They had been busy raping and beating her 
daughter! She would show them, show them they couldn't take something dear 
to her and destroy it! 

Laura stepped outside, hugging her purse. She walked down the street. 
Turning the corner, Laura saw the station where her car was. She stopped, 
inhaled a deep breath, felt the pistol with her free hand. No, she wasn't 
going to back down. They deserved this, deserved it fully. 

Holding her head up, Laura continued walking toward the station, feeling 
excited, exhilarated by her decision to shoot the Barrington brothers. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was nearly five when Laura walked into the service station. She slipped 
into the small front office, feeling the gun in her purse again, waiting for 
the last customer to leave the pumps outside. In the garage she saw her car, 
apparently finished-just as finished as these pigs would be in a few 
moments. 

Jack was the first one to spot her, nudging his brother in the elbow, then 
wiping his hands clean with an old rag and heading into the office. He was 
smiling. 

Laura trembled with hatred, composing herself just in time to return a 
pleasant smile. She opened her purse. 

"Your car's ready, ma'am," Jack said, continuing to wipe his hands while 
eyeing her up and down. 

Laura felt a shiver of revulsion run up and down her spine. This was one of 
the animals who had raped her daughter. And there he stood in front of her, 
studying her as if he had plans for her body as well! 

"My bill?" Laura asked, barely able to keep still. She wanted both brothers 
in here. 

Hank was outside turning off the pumps, checking the fuel levels and 
cleaning up the lot. 

"Yeah, in my office back here. I'll get it," Jack said, giving her another 
look before throwing the rag down and disappearing through the rear door. 

Laura opened her purse and pulled out the revolver. It would be quick, easy. 
She had to avenge her daughter, punish the Barringtons for their crime. 

Glancing outside, she saw Hank ambling toward the office, stuffing a dirty 
cleaning rag in his back pocket. It would be quick, fatal. Jack was coming 
in from the back door. It was almost too easy, she thought. 

She felt her heart pounding rapidly, felt her flesh tingling with 
excitement. Backing into one corner where she could cover both doors, Laura 
hid the gun in the folds of her dress, her fingers tightening around the 
grip as she waited for Jack and Hank to appear. 

"Hi! My brother's . . . " 

"In the back," Laura finished for Hank. 

At that point Jack appeared, holding a wrinkled sheet of paper in front of 
him. He was studying the figures as he walked into the office. 

"Okay, it looks like about forty dollars with the air filter change and-" 

"Just don't move," Laura said, her voice trembling as she pulled the pistol 
out and aimed it first at Hank, then Jack. She felt a rush of power course 
through her veins. 

"What the . . . " Jack whispered, his eyes widening as he found himself 
looking down the barrel. 

"Just don't move, don't say a word," Laura demanded, waving the gun at Hank. 
"You, you get over with your damned brother, the two of you get inside." 

"Come on, lady, I don't understand what's goin' on," Hank said, laughing 
nervously, his eyes focused on the small but deadly automatic. 

"My daughter this afternoon. Does that give you two a clue?" Laura said, her 
voice trembling. God, how she hated these men! It was all she could do to 
keep from pulling the trigger. But she knew she had to do it away from the 
office. 

Jack looked at Hank, then back at Laura. "I don't know what you're talkin' 
about. Now if you just sit down and talk about it maybe . . . " He moved 
toward Laura. 

"Don't come this close," she said, her eyes narrowing as she aimed the 
pistol squarely at his head. 

Jack stopped, squaring his shoulders and backing down. 

"Now, slowly, just turn and move into the back room." 

The two brothers looked at one another and started walking toward the back 
office. Laura knew she had to be careful. 

"Now listen, lady, I don't know what your daughter told you, but nothing 
happened here," Jack said as they stepped into the small room. 

"How I want to do this," Laura said, pointing the gun first at Hank and 
feeling her finger tighten around the trigger. 

Jack moved like lightning, his right hand dropping down fast and slamming 
against her wrist. 

Laura cried out, the pistol flying from her hand and clattering to the tiled 
floor. 

"No!" she screamed. 

"Get the fuckin' gun!" Jack shouted, grabbing Laura by both wrists and 
holding her at arm's length from him. 

Laura was frantic, twisting her body from side to side, snarling like a 
beast as she tried to kick him in the groin. Twice she bent her knees, 
jerking her legs out. But Jack twisted his body to one side. 

"No, no, no!" Laura groaned. 

She had failed. And now she was at their mercy. What were they going to do, 
call the police, sign a complaint against her? How would she be able to 
explain her actions without giving away the terrible secret of her 
daughter's humiliation? 

"She's feisty, all right," Hank said, slipping the gun into the top desk 
drawer and locking it in. "Just about as feisty as her daughter." 

Laura stopped her struggling for a moment, peering through the blonde hair 
covering her face. 

"Then . . . then you admit it," she gasped, her fingers curling into two 
fists. 

"Yeah, we tapped your daughter today," Jack said, his smile curling into an 
evil leer. "But man, she wanted it bad. She couldn't keep her fuckin' ass 
still once I stuck my cock in her cunt. She was movin' that ass around like 
a real whore. You teach her that, mama? 

You teach your daughter how to fuck a man right?" 

"No, no! You . . . you bastards! You did this to her, you made her like 
that!" Laura screamed, throwing her head back and letting out a howl for 
help. 

"Gag 'er! Don't want the cops comin' in and findin' the bitch. We gotta 
teach her a lesson-just like we did with the daughter. But this one's gonna 
be a little tougher. We can do it, though," Jack said. 

Hank moved behind her. Laura could hear him opening a can. In a moment she 
felt something sliding into her mouth. God, it was awful, tasting of grease 
and gasoline! She gagged, twisting her body, jerking her head, trying to 
spit out the horrible cloth! 

"Tape it!" 

Hank used a roll of adhesive tape, pulling out a long strip and winding the 
white tape around her head twice, securing the rag tightly in her mouth. 

"Now, baby, we're gonna see if the same-kinda heat's runnin' through you 
that runs through your fuckin' daughter," Jack said, still holding her by 
the wrists. 

Laura sagged in his grip for a moment, feeling exhausted by her futile 
attempts to escape. They had her trapped, trapped with no one knowing where 
she was. Janie was asleep and probably would sleep for hours considering her 
ordeal. 

"Yeah, she's gonna be hot, real hot. Let's fuck her before we try any of 
that other shit, okay?" Hank asked. 

Jack nodded, tightening his fingers around her wrists. He jerked her up to 
his body, rubbing his groin against her crotch, pushing her arms behind her 
and shoving his face down against hers. 

Laura could smell the tobacco and stale beer on his breath. So this is how 
it had been for her daughter-both men fucking her, both of them tormenting 
her while she was at home sipping her cocktail! Laura felt sick to her 
stomach. 

"You ain't gonna think about nothin' 'cept my dick when we finish with you, 
baby. Ain't gonna be nothin' in your mind except fuckin'. " 

They hauled her back, behind the desk, through another door. 

Laura kicked and twisted, screaming through the spit-soaked gag. She was 
helpless, unable to fight for herself, unable to save herself from these 
animals! Again and again she jerked, trying to pull herself free. 

But it was impossible. 

They shoved her through the door into another room where she saw a bed, 
still crumpled from Janie's rape. 

"We got your fuckin' daughter there. It's kinda right that we're gonna fuck 
her mother in the same place," Jack said, twisting her arm. 

Laura screamed again, twisting her body, jerking out one leg and trying to 
kick him in the groin. 

"Yeah, she's gonna be a real mover. Bet you she's gonna heat up once we 
start fuckin' her," Hank said. 

"See if we can get her goin' now," Jack answered, pinning her arms behind 
her more tightly and spinning her around. 

Laura felt him hunching into her ass, holding her so hard that her shoulders 
ached from the pressure. Hank was in front of her, rubbing his fingers up 
and down the front of his Levi's. She saw a long, tube-like protrusion 
pushing out his fly. 

They were going to fuck her, both of them were going to fuck her! God 
couldn't be that cruel. He wouldn't let someone like the Barringtons do this 
to her, not when the same thing had happened to her daughter. 

"That's right, mama, go on and try to get the fuck away. We're right here, 
we're gonna catch you, catch you and rope you just like we did with your 
daughter," Hank said, stepping in front of her. 

Laura was too tired to fight back at this point. She stood there, her knees 
weakening, feeling Jack's hunching motions behind her, feeling his fingers 
still holding her hands prisoner and shoving them against her lower back. 

Hank stared into her eyes for a moment, then dropped his hands and curled 
his fingers around the hem of her blue cotton dress. The frightened woman 
moaned through her gag, feeling the material edge up past her knees, up, up 
until it was around her waist. She saw Hank's eyes widen, felt one hand 
trailing along the nylon of her panties. He was pressing the silky material 
against her warm flesh, rubbing it over her cuntlips. Back and forth, back 
and forth it went, his fingers pressing the material into her fuckslot and 
rubbing it against the hollows and bumps of her cunt. 

Laura was beginning to respond to that subtle silky friction! No, no, it was 
unthinkable that she would react that way. But it was true! Closing her 
eyes, trying to fight back the feelings in her pussy-she was turning on! 

A shiver of delight rushed up and down her thighs, a shiver like the one 
she'd felt earlier this afternoon when she thought of her husband, when she 
fantasized about picking up men in strange bars and taking them home for a 
night's fuck. 

"Hey, man, think she's gettin' turned on. Yeah," Hank said, his lips curled 
into a cynical smile. "The broad's gettin' good and hot down there. She came 
in here to blow us away, and now she's turnin' on to us. Ain't that a pile 
'a shit!" 

"Just like her daughter," Jack said, laughing cynically. "A fuckin' bunch of 
sluts, or whores!" 

The words burned her pride. Laura wished she could pull her hands free, tear 
their eyes out with her bare fingers. But Jack had her gripped too tightly. 
Instead she could only stand there and be ravaged by these men. 

She felt her flesh crawl with pleasure as Jack held her tightly, rubbing his 
body against hers. Then one hand slid down for a moment, just for a moment. 
There was the sound of an opening zipper, then the feel of something-of a 
cock pressing into her ass! 

"Ohhh, mama, mama, your daughter can't hold a candle to you," Hank 
commented, rubbing her pussy, then sliding his fingers up and curling them 
around the waistband of her panties. 

Laura felt him sliding down her panties, shoving them to her knees! She 
cried out, jerking her head from side to side, her eyes closed tightly while 
tears rolled down her cheeks. This wasn't right, wasn't right at all! She 
couldn't be turning on to these vile men! 

Again she tried kicking out at them, tried twisting free. But it seemed that 
her strength to resist was disappearing, fading under her rising sexuality. 
What she was concentrating on now, it seemed, was that sliding prick pumping 
against her asscheeks. It was almost as if Jack were trying to get into her 
asshole! 

"Let's see just how hot you are," Hank said, slipping the panties off her 
feet, then standing back up again. 

Laura saw an arm flash out and down. Then there was the feel of his fingers 
caressing her outer thighs, sliding in, in until he was touching her cuntal 
hairs! A man touching her like that! It had been so long, so long since any 
man had done that. 

Laura let her head fall back, let herself flow with the electric feeling for 
a moment as his fingers trailed along the hot, rubbery edges of her pussy. 
Images of her husband flashed through her mind as she felt Hank slip one 
finger, then two into her fuck slot. 

"Hear that, man? She was moanin', moanin' like a bitch in heat," Hank 
whispered. 

"Yeah, man, don't know if we can keep her from comin' too fast-like her 
daughter. You know your fuckin' daughter kept comin' and comin'? Wonder if 
it's somethin' in the family. Sure hope so," Jack taunted. 

Hank slid his hands up and down some more, twisting his fingers around her 
pussy until Laura thought she would go out of her mind. Her knees buckled 
and she rested heavily against Jack's chest. She felt ripples of delight 
rush through her cunt, felt more juice seeping from her hole, slicking down 
her thighs. 

There was no way she could disguise how she was feeling, how she was 
reacting to this horrible foreplay. They knew she was hot, ready to fuck, 
ready to fuck the men who had raped her own daughter! Laura almost laughed 
hysterically as she thought of the sick act she was about to perform. Her 
feet shuffled along the slick floor as Jack kept hunching his cock against 
her ass. 

"Wooooooo! Feel that grip. She's sure fuckin' hot to me," Hank said. 

"Yeah, I gotta have some of that leg when she's fuckin' me, man. Her 
daughter went crazy the second I slipped my cock into her. Probably the old 
lady's gonna go into convulsions or somethin', " Jack joked. 

Laura moaned again as she felt his fingers inch around her burning pussy. 
Her nipples were driving her crazy, getting long and hard, while her flesh 
tingled and crawled with Hank's touch. 

The gun, her revenge, the thought of killing the Barringtons, were all 
fading away into space. Now she was thinking about her cunt, about all the 
fantasies she had been having the past few months. Now she thought about 
cock, prickmeat, those horrible men surrounding her and what they wanted to 
do. She shivered with delight and fear as Hank kept twisting his fingers 
around and around in her cunt. 

"Ungnhhhh!" 

She jerked back, the cords sticking from her neck. Sweat dampened her 
clothes, making them stick uncomfortably to her flesh. 

"She's tight, man, tight as I ever felt. Shit, she probably ain't been 
fucked in a long time," Hank said, his lips revealing the pleasure he felt 
in screwing her with his hand. "Feel me checkin' you out, baby? Feel good, 
havin' them fingers reamin' out your pussy?" 

"Hey, man," Jack laughed. "She's pushin' away from your hand and it's about 
to make me shoot all over her fuckin' ass." 

"We got somethin' good goin'. Now she's shovin' onto my hand like she wanted 
it up her cunt all the time. That's just what I been givin' her now. Not as 
good as a dick, is it, baby? But me and my brother's gonna get that problem 
taken care of." 

"Man, oh man," Jack groaned. 

With each movement she felt Hank sliding his fingers deeper and deeper into 
her cunt. The juice was running so thick from her hole it was coating her 
thighs with the pungent-smelling dew. 

"Shit, she's juicin' like crazy. Man, you must really be hot, baby, if you 
got it comin' outta you this way," Hank whispered. 

"What's the matter, baby? Didn't you get any fuckin' the past year?" Jack 
asked, circling her with one arm and squeezing her tits. 

Laura could feel her nipples mashing in, being pinched through her bra. The 
strength of Jack's hand made her want to rub her tits against him. But she 
shook off that thought for the moment, holding still, letting him rub her. 

"Sweet ass, sweet everything. Yeah, it's gonna be real good havin' my dick 
in her. Come on, let's get this show on the road," Jack said, pulling Laura 
back toward the bed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Laura groaned through the gag again, feeling Jack propel her backward. Hank 
had unbuttoned her dress and torn it from her shoulders, casting it behind 
him. As her naked ass slipped across Jack's cock, she felt him hunching into 
her again, trying to get his dick between her legs. She found herself 
shifting slightly, letting his cockhead work between her smooth thighs and 
inch in toward her asshole, over her pussy. 

It had been so long, so long since she had felt that touch, the touch of a 
hard, hot dick. It made her shiver with delight, made her forget about 
everything except her hot, aching cunt and the pricks out there eager and 
ready to satisfy it! 

"Oohooohhhh!" 

Jack had moved in front of her now, knocking his brother out of the way. 

Laura felt him pushing her back, back, her legs hitting the edge of the bed. 
They fell back together, his arms locked tightly around her waist. Laura hit 
the bed, the force of her fall knocking the wind from her. When she shook 
herself from her daze, she felt him twisting and grinding on top of her, his 
knees shoving her thighs apart. In a moment his cock was shoving up toward 
her slippery cuntlips. 

"Mmmmmfff!" Laura jerked her head back, pressing into the soft mattress 
while she wiggled her hips like a sex-crazed maniac. Fucking. Fucking. She 
was going to be fucked, going to be feeling a man fucking his dick into her 
cunthole for the first time in many years! She should be horrified, should 
be doing everything she could to knock him away. Now she could probably 
knock him in the groin, smash his balls with her knee. 

But Laura didn't want to do that, didn't want to destroy the thing that was 
going to take care of her aching, throbbing pussy. How differently she was 
reacting to these men! She had wanted to destroy them, and still one part of 
her mind held onto that fact. But now she was embracing them, opening her 
body to them willingly, anxiously. How strange it all was! 

"Christ, 'baby, you ain't had no dick for a fuckin' long time," Jack 
confirmed, wriggling his hips from side to side. 

"Hey, brother, you'd better take it easy or you're gonna cum all over her." 

"Man, can't stop," Jack grunted. "She's more of a fuckin' turn-on than her 
bratty kid." 

"Unnghhhh!" Laura groaned. 

Jack flicked his tongue into her ear, telling her he was going to cum in her 
now. It was awful thinking that he was going to be dumping his sperm in her 
pussy, filling her with his jizz the way he had filled her daughter's cunt. 

"Man, makin' it . . . uughhhh!" 

Laura felt his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt. She felt him 
shoving his hairy groin up hard against hers, felt his balls slapping 
against her ass. Her feet banged against his hard-muscled sides with each 
thrust of his rod. She knew from the way he was hunching that it would only 
be a few more strokes before he shot up her pussy. 

"Get it on, man!" Hank encouraged from behind him. 

"Now, gonna . . . ughhhhhhh, fuck, this bitch's too much, man! She's better 
. . . ooooohhh . . . better'n the daughter." 

Laura wanted to scream, but the filthy rag muffled her cries. She heard him 
moan as he shoved his cock up as far as he could get it. His balls 
tightened, then started pumping knots of creamy jizz into her pussy. 

Laura felt him starting to shoot into her cunt. She arched her back, 
wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. More and more cum filled her, 
spattered into her sucking hole. It was good, so good feeling his cum inside 
her. If only she could cum with him, could reach climax at the same time! 

"Mmmmmghhhr" 

Laura felt her cunt wrapped tightly around his thick prick, milking it, 
working all the hot jizz from it. Her clit was erect. She felt Jack 
shuddering on top of her, holding frantically onto her for a few more 
seconds and then relaxing his grip. The cock-shooting stopped. He was 
through with her for the moment. 

"Too fuckin' much, man. I ain't fucked somethin' this hot for . . . what do 
you think, about four hours, right?" 

The brothers laughed. 

"Come on, let's get her bra off. I wanna suck them tits while I fuck her," 
Hank said. "Didn't get a chance to shove my dick up her daughter's hole. 
This is my big chance, huh?" 

"Yeah, she's good and hot and ready for you. I broke her in." 

Hank had pulled off her bra easily, whistling appreciatively at her firm 
thirty-six-inch tits. Laura hadn't gone to pot like many women of her age. 
Her tits were still firm, unblemished, attractive. 

"Baby, it's gonna be like with your fuckin' daughter," Hank said, his eyes 
widening as he smoothed his fingers over her body. "When we get through with 
you, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore on your fuckin' body." 

Laura could smell the sweaty, heavy odor of fucking in the small room. The 
scent of sweat and cunt juice acted as an aphrodisiac for her. She inhaled 
sharply, letting out a groan as she felt the hardness of Hank's body 
pressing on her. He circled his arms around her waist, pulling her up 
against him, hunching into her. She could feel his cock shoving up against 
her body just a few inches above her pussy. God, it was sooooo good! 

"Bet she don't wanna shoot us now, man," Hank said, mouthing her tits. "Bet 
the only thing she wants to see shootin' all fuckin' night is our cocks." 

It was true. It was so true! Her body had betrayed her, had turned her into 
a fucking machine. 

"Take this damned gag off!" Hank reached up and yanked the tape off her 
head, making Laura cry out in pain as he tore off some strands of hair with 
the adhesive. She spat out the rag, coughing and gagging for a moment, 
spitting out to one side the foul mixture of gasoline and spit that had been 
choking her. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, you ain't gonna be cryin' out for help now." 

He pulled her head back and shoved his mouth down onto hers. For a second 
she thought of biting his tongue. But then that touch, that rubbing of his 
mouth against hers, of his tongue searching sensuously, took over her 
thoughts. She wiggled under him, loving the way his head pressed down 
against hers, the way his lips crushed hers and worked back and forth. 

In a moment Laura could feel his cockhead jabbing at her pussy. He shoved 
forward harder and worked his prick right into her pussy. She groaned into 
his mouth, fighting back with her tongue, loving the sensation of having 
something thick and long piercing her cunt again, shoving aside the itchy, 
tender tissues and squirming its way into her fuckslot. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" 

Laura felt his shaft hit the load of cum from his brother's cock. In and in 
his cock slid, the thickness and hardness thrilling her cuntal walls. His 
cock was spreading her wide open, sending showers of delight sparking from 
her clit. 

"Man, oh man, she's a fuckin' whore." 

"No, no . . . " 

"Man, you want me to stop now? You want me to take it out and leave you like 
this?" Hank taunted. 

"No, no, no!" 

She was begging them for a fuck, actually begging them to fuck her, to keep 
their cocks inside her! And all this after she had been determined to kill 
them for her daughter's sake! Her former thoughts mocked her as she wiggled 
and squirmed under Hank, impaled by his cunt-splitting dick. 

"Unghhhhh . . . " Laura moaned. 

"Take it, baby, take my cock, take it 'til you fuckin' choke on it!" 

She felt his tight-skinned meat sliding in and out, sawing through her pussy 
on a film of his brother's cum mixed with her flowing juices. How good it 
was to feel his ass shoving down hard, sending his hard hunk of cockmeat 
steaming in and out of her pussy. He was making his prick slide in and out 
as fast as he could. 

His fucking thrusts knocked the wind out of her. It was good, so maddeningly 
good. Chilly flashes of delight shot through her pussy. She was getting 
close, so very, very close to climax! 

"Want more, baby? Want more cock up your cunt?" 

"More . . . want . . . want more . . . ughhh!" 

Laura felt her cuntal sheath tighten up around Hank's prick, squeezing his 
cock as it fucked into her. She could feel the fat head of his cock as it 
worked its way in, down into the depths of her body. Her cuntal muscles 
clamped down, cinching tightly around his pistoning shaft. It was starting. 
It was beginning-her wild, mind-blasting orgasm was starting! I "Oooohhh!" 

Laura found herself gripping the big man tightly around his shoulders, 
pulling him down onto her while scissoring her legs tightly around him. 

Jack watched from behind, amused at her frantic efforts to cum at the same 
time as his brother. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Laura couldn't believe the fury that was unleashed in her cunt at that 
moment. Pitching on the bed, her fingers curled, nails scratching across 
Hank's broad back, Laura pounding her thighs up, grinding her crotch against 
his big balls, wanting to feel his cock jerking inside her, spilling his cum 
into her sucking hole. 

Cum! Cum! It was the most beautiful word in the world. Cumming! She wanted 
to fuck all night, all night while her daughter slept safely at home. 

"Cummmmm!" she screamed, tearing her mouth away from Hank's and letting out 
frantic gasps and whimpers. 

And then it came, came with the fury of an atomic bomb! Laura felt her hot, 
sore, stretched cunt explode. Her climax came on so strong she nearly passed 
out. Again and again she sucked in air with wheezing gasps, her eyes glazing 
over and rolling up into her head. 

Her clit throbbed and beat so hard the woman thought it was coming loose. 
Her pussy walls trembled, then cramped, gumming down hard on the pistoning 
of his cockshaft. That sensation, that wild sensation of having her pussy 
being filled with jizz, sent her off into another series of clitoral spasms. 
Cum! Cum! It was the best feeling in the world! 

"Unghhhhh!" Laura arched her back once more, wallowing her shoulders against 
the mattress, digging her heels against the sheets while clawing at Hank's 
back. 

Again and again she threw her head back, pounding it against the bed as the 
wonderful spasms raced through her pussy. It was so hard to breathe, so hard 
to suck in enough oxygen to fill her lungs, as the brain-splitting orgasm 
kept on. 

"Fuck it out, baby, come on . . . man, she ain't had enough dick for years! 
She's gettin' it now," Hank groaned, wriggling his hips from side to side, 
stirring his still-hard dick around in her cunt like a giant spoon. 

"Ohhhh!" 

The spasms were dying away, ebbing, as the big mechanic on top of her 
collapsed and gently fingered her tits. Laura turned her head away, blinking 
away the tears that still welled up in her eyes. She had done the most awful 
thing in her life. She had invited these men to fuck her, dragged them in, 
writhing and twisting like a hellcat the moment they stuck their filthy 
cocks into her cunt. 

"Nice fuck, baby, good fuckin', " Hank moaned, pulling his cock out of her. 

Laura covered her face with one hand, feeling the awful shame and guilt of 
having been fucked like that. But it had felt so good, so wonderfully good! 
They had both reamed her out, had both filled her with their dicks. Somehow 
the woman knew she would have no need of dreams or fantasies this afternoon. 

Then she thought of Janie-her poor daughter, ravaged by these men, mocked by 
so them, then turned out like some piece of used goods. 

Again she looked at Hank and Jack and felt a surge of hatred shoot through 
her. How could she have let them touch her like that, fuck her so brutally 
and loved them for it? She had to have lost her mind for a while. 

While Hank was still on her, she struck at him, drawing her sharp nails 
across his cheeks and screaming. 

"Animal!" 

"Ughhh!" Hank reeled back, covering his injured cheek with one hand and 
falling off the bed. 

Jack sprung into action, rushing past his dazed brother and striking Laura 
hard across the right cheek. The force of that blow dazed the angry woman, 
snapping her head to one side and sending her crashing back onto the bed. 

"Ohhhh!" Laura gasped. 

"Stupid bitch. Let's show her what we do to dumb bitches," Hank growled. 

Laura lay on the bed, sobbing, covering her face once more with both hands. 
She had failed, failed miserably. She had meant to avenge her daughter and 
had only managed to disgrace herself in front of the very men who had 
destroyed Janie. 

Now Laura lay sprawled on that filthy bed, the very same bed her daughter 
had been violated on! Cum bubbled from her cunt, oozing down her thighs, 
wetting the dirty, damp sheet beneath her ass. She moaned, wondering what 
new horror the men had in store for her. 

"Try this on for size, baby." 

Laura heard the tremor in Jack's voice. Raising her head slightly from the 
bed, she looked and saw him standing in front of the bed holding a piece of 
rope. 

"Oh no, no, not . . . not that!" 

Bondage. That's what had happened to her daughter. She remembered the marks 
on Janie's ass, the scars on her thighs and her wrists. They had tied her up 
and beaten her. This couldn't happen to her. She wouldn't let it, wouldn't 
let it happen again, not here. 

"Come on!" Jack screamed. 

She shrank back, holding her hands tightly pressed to her tits. 

Jack climbed onto the sagging bed, stretched out one hand and grabbed her 
wrists. 

"Fight it, baby, and I'll knock your teeth all over this place." 

She saw the look in his eyes, knew he meant business. Swallowing hard, Laura 
turned away, holding her wrists together in front of her while the big man 
bound them together, securing them with a tight figure-eight knot. 

"Come on." 

He was sliding back, tugging her by the wrists, pulling her off the bed. 
Laura slipped her legs over the side and stood up, feeling so naked, so 
vulnerable there in the small room. Her tits rose up and down on her heaving 
chest as she looked from brother to brother, wondering what they had in 
store for her. 

"Gonna go all the way with this one," Jack said, smirking at her. 

He ran his fingers down her tits, stopping at her nipples, tweaking them 
until the woman let out a tiny cry. 

"Come out into the bay. We're gonna have ourselves a little fun." 

He led her from the small room, past the office where she had first held the 
Barrington brothers prisoner with her drawn gun. It was getting cooler 
outside. As she stepped from the outside office into the now-closed bay of 
the garage, her flesh tingled, puckering up into gooseflesh. 

Laura hesitated for a moment, not wanting to step onto the dirty, 
grease-slicked cement floor. But Hank was behind her and he shoved her 
forward. She stumbled, caught her balance, then stumbled again, shaking the 
blonde hair from her eyes. Her feet slipped over the slick surface. It was 
so oozy, so dirty! 

"Stop here." 

Jack walked over to a large bin to the side, pulled open the heavy iron lid 
and fished out a long piece of one-inch line. He stopped in front of her, 
tilting his head back and studying the ceiling. Casting the rope up, he 
grunted with satisfaction, having slipped the line over a support beam. 

Hank reached over and gripped the other end of the rope, binding Laura's 
wrists to the larger line. 

"Oh!" Laura gasped. 

She looked up at the beam. It was nearly fifteen feet above her head. God, 
they could string her up and leave her dangling there like a hunk of meat in 
a freezer! 

"No, please, please, I'm sorry I did anything . . . please, I'm sorry," she 
whispered in a tight voice, pushing her ass out, trembling in front of these 
men. 

"Up you go, baby. You're gonna be a hell of a lot more fun than baby cakes," 
Jack said, curling the rope around his wrist and pulling down. 

Laura nearly fainted from terror as she felt her arms jerk over her head. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jack was pulling, tugging at the rope. 

Laura screamed, her head snapping from side to side, her hair splashing over 
her face and throat. Her arms had been jerked high over her head, the rope 
tightening around her wrists, then chafing the flesh as the tension built. 
Slowly, gradually, the moaning woman felt her body stretch, then rise up, up 
from the floor. 

"Unnnnnhnhnhgh!" 

She lowered her gaze, watched as her toes wriggled three inches, then five, 
then nearly one foot above the greasy concrete. The pulling tension in her 
shoulder sockets was painful. Laura sobbed, kicking her legs. 

"Okay, man, let's secure the line," Jack said, tugging the rope over to the 
grease rack and tying a double figure-eight around one of the iron prongs. 

He stood there in front of the woman, watching her twist slowly on the rope, 
watching her tits jiggle with each movement she made. 

"A fuckin' puppet. That's what you look tike," he muttered under his breath, 
licking his lips. 

"Yeah, and what you gonna do to the puppet?" Hank asked, a thin smile 
crossing his lips. 

"What do you think? Come on. I got some shit I bought over at the Pleasure 
Chest last week. Didn't know exactly what I was gonna use it for, then. But 
now . . . " 

Laura hung there, wriggling her fingers, trying to get more blood in them. 
The rope burned her flesh! She tried not to move, to jerk her legs and arms. 
Each movement made the tension in her arms and wrists more painful. Pleasure 
Chest? Yes, she knew what that was. She had heard about it being one of the 
largest sex shops in the country. What had he purchased there? She could 
only guess and groan. 

"Ever seen a dildo, baby?" 

Jack was back in the room, holding something very pink and very long and 
thick. Hanging from the base was a twelve-inch tube, at the end of which was 
a bulb. 

"What . . . " 

"Watch what happens when I squeeze the bulb here," Jack said, his eyes never 
leaving hers as he manipulated the long plastic device. 

"Oh!" Laura watched in disbelief as the dildo appeared to swell in places, 
bulges and little bumps appearing. Her cunt contracted in fear as she 
guessed what he was going to do with that. 

"And you know, if I fill this thing with water it'd fill you up like a 
balloon," Jack said, unable to continue for a while as he laughed. "Yeah, 
there's a fuckin' seal here that would keep the water from goin' out. You'd 
blow up, man, really blow up!" 

"No! No!" 

Laura jerked again on the ropes, kicking toward the men, snapping her head 
back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Of course it was useless. Her wild 
movements were causing her more and more pain. Finally she stopped, hanging 
limply from the ropes, her head dropping to her chest while her long hair 
curtained her face. 

"Better," Jack said, examining the dildo once more. "Come on, I wanna see 
this fucker work. The salesman said it drives broads nuts, 'specially if 
they're into weird things. And this bitch, man, she's hot for it, really hot 
for it." 

"No, wrong, you're . . . you're lying. You're lying, you hear me?" Laura 
cried out, tears blurring her vision. 

No, it wasn't true. She wasn't into that sort of thing. They were forcing 
her to feel these awful things. She was hanging here against her will, 
hanging like a piece of beef in a meat locker! Jack had to be out of his 
mind! 

"What are you . . . you doing?" she gasped, watching as Jack walked over to 
the sink. 

"Fillin' it with cold water. Your cunt's so fuckin' hot, thought it might 
need a little coolin' off," he said, turning around and grinning up at her 
as the plastic cock filled with water. 

"Oh, ohhh!" Frantically she closed her legs, pressing her knees together 
protectively. 

Jack checked the dildo, then he grunted with satisfaction. He capped the 
seal. With Hank behind him, he advanced toward the trembling, bound woman. 
He noticed her quivering, the way her flesh was crawling with fear. 

Handing the bloated dildo to his brother, Jack grabbed Laura firmly by the 
thighs, fanning out his fingers around her asscheeks. 

"Gonna get you ready for it, baby, gonna get you so fuckin' ready you're 
gonna dig havin' that thing inside you." 

"Oh no, no, get away from me, don't!" she cried, rolling her head back and 
staring up. 

It was awful, terrible! She felt his breath on her cunt, felt the way he was 
holding her hard around the buttocks. He was kneading her ass-flesh, pulling 
the globes apart. That pulling tension squeezed her cuntlips, making them 
pull stickily away from one another. He kept doing that, massaging her 
buttocks, opening her fuck slit, forcing her cunt walls to rub against one 
another. 

Slowly Laura was starting to warm again, feeling tight and hot between her 
white, shivering legs. How could it be happening? Why was she turning on 
like this, hanging from the ceiling, about to be violated by that inanimate 
thing, tortured in front of these men? Something inside her, something very 
wrong, something that would have been better left alone was rising, 
responding to these men. Perhaps Jack was right. Perhaps she was a 
masochist, someone who enjoyed having these horrible things done to her even 
while she protested vehemently' 

Laura shook her head back and forth in confusion, her eyes glazed as she 
felt the juices flowing once more through her cunt and out of her fuck slit. 

"Yeah, that's it, you fuckin' bitch. Lube it up, get good and wet for that 
dildo," Jack said. 

"No, no, oh noooo!" 

Laura shivered as she felt Jack readjust himself beneath her. He said 
something about her juices having washed away the cum. He was going to eat 
her out, he said, drive his tongue into her hole! He was touching her, 
forcing her legs apart, licking his tongue along the tense, rubbery edge of 
her outer cuntlips. 

Laura told herself she wasn't going to respond to this. If it took every 
ounce of strength and will in her body, she wasn't going to let him have the 
satisfaction of watching her shame herself once more. 

But again her body betrayed her. She couldn't control herself, keep herself 
from turning on this way, from wanting to wrap her long legs around his neck 
and shove her pussy into his face. It was getting so fine, so wonderfully 
fine to feel his tongue rimming her cuntlips. She felt her tiny muscles 
spasming whenever he dipped his tongue into her hole. 

"Ohhhhh . . . God!" Laura felt dizzy, high. 

She pulled at the ropes again, drool frothing at the corners of her mouth. 
She didn't want to feel the hot rush of sensations each time he drew his 
tongue over her clit. 

But there it was. There was no denying her sexual arousal any more. She had 
failed, failed in trying to control herself. Sobbing with humiliation, Laura 
sagged in her bonds, knowing there was no way she could escape! 

"Noooo!" 

Jack was almost gentle now, tracing his fingers along the curves of her ass, 
his teeth cutting her more and more. 

To her dismay and shame, Laura found herself pumping her ass in steady, 
hunching motions, almost as if she were trying to fuck him this way with her 
body suspended in midair! The ropes groaned overhead, a fine rain of dust 
settling on the two of them. She was fucking his mouth. It was unbelievable, 
but that wonderful tickle was building in her cunt. She let her head hang 
between her arms, her ass writhing. 

"Uh . . . uhh . . . oooohhhh!" The gasps broke from her throat. 

Jack's fingers slid under her, rubbing the hollows of her thighs where they 
met her body. Laura wished he would touch her all over, stimulate every part 
of her body. She wanted that stimulation, plenty of it to make her feel 
good! 

"Man, the cunt's goin' wild," Jack said, envying his brother once more. 

"Yeah, better than the little bitch before her. This one knows how to move 
real well. Must be goin' nuts up there," Jack said, pulling his head away 
from her crotch to look up at the panting woman. 

"Aahahhhhh!" Laura groaned. 

Laura thought she was going to faint from pleasure! Jack slipped two fingers 
into her, sliding them back and forth in her convulsing cunt. She jerked her 
ass back, pulling on the ropes harder, drooling like a wild animal. Jack 
liked the reaction and fucked in and out of her with his fingers, dropping 
his head back in her crotch and sucking her clit. And his tongue! That 
wonderful tongue was stabbing into her, slowly pulling back, then-stabbing 
back in. She craved more of it! He was fucking her with his tongue and 
fingers, driving her half mad. 

More of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. Laura cried out once more, 
jerking her hips forward, feeling the rope tighten around her wrists. There 
was pain, lots of it. But somehow it was mixing with the pleasure she felt 
mounting between her legs, making her feel so very, very good! 

"Unghhhhh!" Laura exclaimed. 

Laura bounced from side to side. She could hardly keep still enough for him 
to give her enough friction. He was digging against her soft cuntal lining, 
plowing his knuckles against the grabbing walls. She felt the suction of her 
pussy as if it were trying to nurse a cock. She had no control over herself 
any longer. She was rocketing up, up toward a wild climax, ready to cum with 
these men, climax in front of them. 

Just when Laura thought she was about to cum with a fury in his mouth, Jack 
pulled away. 

"No, baby, no, you ain't gonna make it this easy. I'm gonna make you beg for 
climax. Man, we're gonna have you danglin' around, begging for us to let you 
cum. And I ain't gonna let you . . . leastways, 'til I feel it's right. And 
then, baby, you're gonna go nuts . . . I mean, really nuts with it!" 

Laura trembled. There was little she could do to bring herself off. She 
wanted to cum! Her clit burned, juices slicking all around her trembling 
clit. 

Bringing her knees together, she tried crawling up on the rope, shoving out 
her ass, jiggling from side to side to bring more rubbing friction to her 
cuntal walls and clit. But the ropes kept her stretched out. She didn't have 
the strength or coordination to move on the ropes to bring herself off. It 
was horribly frustrating to be left there high and dry. "Unnghhh!" 

Laura blinked away her tears and stared down at Jack. There was no smile on 
his face now. He was holding that artificial cock and aiming it right at her 
spit-slick pussy. She closed her eyes and curled her fingers, digging the 
nails once more into her palms. 

Her heart was beating fast and hard! He was going to rape her with that 
awful thing, stick that dildo up her cunt and ram it all the way in! She 
kicked out one leg, jerking her arms again on the ropes, feeling as if her 
shoulders were tearing apart with the hanging tension. 

"Unnghhhh!" 

That dildo! It seemed larger, thicker than anything Jack or Hank or any man 
had between his legs. It slipped past the lips of her cunt. It butted and 
bored into her cunt, forcing the walls to stretch to the tearing point. 
Three times Jack had to stop. 

Laura cried out, her face turning red, then blanching while the muscles and 
tendons bulged against her flesh. Sweat coated her body with a silvery dew. 

"Man, maybe it's too much for her," Hank whispered as he watched Laura 
bounce and scream above him. 

"Naw, man, she's gonna stretch out for it. 

She's doin' it now. Cunts like that can take anything. Shit, could probably 
take her down to Mexico and have her go down on the fuckin' donkeys. Bet she 
could give some of those Mexican chicks a run for their money," Jack 
sniggered, pulling the dildo back a little, twisting it, then screwing it 
back in. "Unghhhhhhhg!" 

Her legs kicked out like those of a frog, making her body jerk and swing on 
the rope. Her hair splashed and tangled around the base of her throat. He 
was stopping! Laura breathed with wheezing gasps through her flared 
nostrils, coughing and gagging as she felt the weight of that plastic thing 
hanging from her pouting cuntal lips. Jack was giving her a rest, a little 
respite before he started fucking her all over again with that horrible 
thing. 

"No more," she panted, shaking her head from side to side. "No more, I can't 
take any more . . . no, can't . . . " 

"Sure you can, baby, you're the bottomless pit," Jack said, twisting the 
dildo a half turn and laughing as Laura stiffened and jerked. 

"Unghhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh!" Laura groaned. 

Her cunt was being stretched as he drove another few inches of his dildo 
into her pussy. Laura felt she would never be the same. Her cunt stretched. 
The membranes were fighting not to tear as the big mechanic kept screwing 
that awful thing into her. 

"Okay, baby, now you're gonna find out what this is all about." 

The insertion finally stopped. 

Laura gasped, opening her eyes and looking down once more. Jack was 
balancing himself on the grease rack, his fingers wrapped around the tiny 
bulb at the end of the dildo. How obscene it looked-that pink thing sticking 
straight out of her cunt, the hairs bushed around it. It looked as if 
someone had stuck a barber pole into her cunt! She shivered, her eyes 
riveted on that thing bouncing up and down with every move her cunt muscles 
made. 

"Now you're gonna feel somethin' that's gonna make you feel real good," Jack 
said. 

"What kind of animal are you, anyway?" Laura gasped. "What kind of person 
could you be to rape my daughter then do the same thing to me?" 

Her question went unanswered. Jack was still holding that bulb, watching 
her, watching her sag. 

"Oh God, God," she whispered, knowing she had no hope as long as these 
beasts had control of her body. She had to keep quiet, to conserve all her 
strength and determination to fight back, to survive this horror. 

"Ughhhh!" Laura groaned. 

Jack gave the dildo another turn to keep her quiet. She was being turn apart 
as that plastic thing continued to stretch her beyond belief. The artificial 
dick seemed nearly twice as thick as the cock Jack sported. And now her body 
was going to be played with, toyed with, while she dangled from the ropes. 

"Oh!" Laura's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open as she gasped. 

Jack had pulled the dildo out several inches, then shoved it in with one 
powerful push to the hilt. Nothing equaled the pain, the incredible rush of 
feelings going through her when he shoved that awful plastic dildo into her 
cunt! Stars popped in front of the tortured woman's eyes, her muscles 
tensing again, her toes fanning out until they cramped. 

"We'll start now," Jack said. 

Laura felt the suction surrounding her cunt-lips, realizing now that the cup 
at the base of the dildo had attached itself to her. Jack was right. It 
prevented air from touching her pussy and prevented anything inside her cunt 
from leaking out. 

A shiver of fear went into her as she saw him toying with that awful bulb. 
He was going to squeeze it, going to drive that icy water into her cunt! 

Laura wanted to beg him to have mercy. But instead she bit down on her lower 
lip, keeping silent. There was no sense in talking to him, in begging for 
relief from her pain. 

"Eeeaaeeayyyaghhhh!" Laura screamed. 

Laura thought she was going to die! She screamed and shrieked, the icy water 
splashing around inside her. It was washing her down, making the woman 
writhe in agony. Her cunt walls, stretched by the dildo, were trying to 
contract when the water splashed through her. But the thickness of that 
plastic thing kept her tissues from tightening. 

The sensation was awful, vile! Pain shot through every nerve ending she had, 
making the woman's head buzz and spin with confusion. She bobbed up and down 
on the ropes once more, her head snapping from side to side, her screams 
turning into moans of despair and defeat when the icy water stopped spraying 
out for the moment. 

"Yeah, yeah . . . " 

Jack was sweating as he watched the way Laura danced on her ropes, 
frantically trying to escape the cold water. Once more he squeezed and once 
more the attractive blonde shrieked, her muscles bulging, her body jerking 
on the bonds, her hair splashing over her face while her tits jiggled and 
slapped wetly together. It was as if someone had attached an electric cord 
to the woman and was passing a current through her body. 

"Ooooooohhh!" 

The pressure inside her cunt was becoming close to unendurable. Laura didn't 
know how much more she could stand before passing out. And then, as if in 
answer to her prayers, the water stopped. 

"Oohhhh God!" she gasped. 

"Don't worry, baby," Jack said, moving around behind her and playing with 
her ass-cheeks. "It ain't over yet." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Come on, baby, you dig this, really dig it," Jack muttered. 

The pressure in her cunt was still tremendous. He hadn't done anything to 
relieve it. In fact he had touched that dildo several times, fucking it back 
and forth, letting a little of the water out with those fucking movements 
but not enough to mean anything. 

At times she tried spreading her legs apart, kicking them out, doing 
something to try to knock that awful thing out of her pussy and relieve the 
pressure. But the suction cup remained, sealing her cunt tightly, keeping 
her at the height of her discomfort. 

"Go on, Hank, you like ass-fuckin' bitches. Go on and shove it into this one 
while I play around with her pussy," Jack said. 

Laura watched in horror as the younger Barrington brother moved around her, 
took a chair from behind the grease rack and dragged it over the floor to a 
position directly in back of her. 

"No! No!" 

Fucked in the ass! She had never done anything like that before. 

Please God no, no, please don't let him do this, don't let him touch me like 
that! Oh God, I'll die, I'll die if he fucks me there! 

Laura closed her eyes, shuddering again the moment she felt Jack playing 
with the dildo, screwing it back and forth, letting a little more of the 
water out, easing the pressure against her aching cuntal walls. Ohhh, how 
could she endure so much pain, so much humiliation as she hung there 
helplessly from the ceiling? 

Hank was spitting on his fingers, lubing them. 

"Ohhh . . . " Laura groaned. Laura bucked back, her shoulders shrugging, her 
eyes moving rapidly back and forth as she felt Hank's fingers moving up her 
tight asscrack. They slid up to her shitter. The thought that he would touch 
her there, that he would slide his fingers into her hole made the woman want 
to retch. 

"Noooo!" Laura shrieked. 

Laura was shifting her thighs from side to side, curling her fingers once 
again into fists, breathing rapidly, as her feet kicked back and forth. She 
felt him sliding his fingers up and down her shitter lips, toying with her, 
playing with her asshole. 

"Oh no, no!" 

Laura felt Hank move his fingers around in a tiny circle inside her tightly 
clenched sphincter. Occasionally he probed with one finger, then drew back. 
The big man repeated this motion, sometimes pushing two fingers, even three 
in, then pulling them out, caressing the gray/pink wrinkled flesh 
surrounding her asshole. 

Nothing had ever been up her ass except an enema tube. And that had been 
painful and uncomfortable. Now a man was shoving his fingers up her ass, 
wriggling them around, laughing at her as she screamed and tried kicking 
back at him. 

"Man, she keeps that up and she's gonna break the fuckin' rope," Hank said, 
looking at the beam from which she was suspended as the rope creaked and 
groaned from her violent kicking movements. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" Laura screamed in a choked, strangled voice, her fingers 
grasping at the ropes binding her wrists together, the nails breaking while 
her belly swelled. 

Hank slipped a fourth finger into her tight hole, almost his entire fist! 
What was he trying to do, rip her apart as his brother was tearing her to 
pieces up front? Did they want to see her split in two, fall to the floor in 
halves while they got off? 

"Unghhhhh!" Laura groaned. 

She saw stars again as Hank twisted his fingers around and around, reaming 
out her tight little shitter, fucking his fingers in and out like a thick 
cock. He moved them faster and faster, watching with growing excitement as 
Laura screamed and hunched forward, her asscheeks jiggling with her rapid, 
frantic movements. Unintentionally Laura was shoving her ass back harder on 
his fingers as she moved around on the ropes. 

"Yeah, move that ass, baby, move it good and hard and fast," Hank 
encouraged, reaching up with his free hand and slapping her buttocks. 

"Yiiiii!" Laura screamed. 

Jack had slipped the dildo out another inch, letting some water flow out. 
Then back in, the blunt head banging against her pussy walls. And behind 
her, Hank was continuing with his fucking movements, twisting his fingers 
around and around, watching as her asshole gradually stretched for him. 

Once again her body was doing things she couldn't have dreamed of! That 
sensation, that feeling of having those fingers jammed up her ass, was 
making her feel excited once more. The stretching, tearing pain of the dildo 
UP her cunt was turning into something different, something far more 
pleasurable than agony. 

Hot flashes were radiating out from her ass, making her thighs tighten, 
making her rub her knees together. The big dildo bobbed up and down, 
clutched greedily by her excited cunt-muscles! Her cunt sucked at the big 
artificial cock, tried to draw it in deeper while Hank toyed with her 
asshole. 

"Man, she's goin' nuts again. Probably get-tin' hot 'cause she didn't get 
off before. Yeah, told you, baby, you'd be doin' anything to get off once we 
stand in on you," Jack sneered. 

"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna fuck her now. Gonna jam my dick up your ass, baby, 
jam it 'til you can taste my cum in your fuckin' mouth!" 

"No, no, I'd rather die! I'd rather die than do . . . do this awful thing!" 
Laura screamed. 

Jack twisted the dildo again, rubbing it back and forth, making it come in 
contact with her clit continually. Laura thought she was gong to die! That 
rubbing, the constant reaming of her butt, everything happening at once, was 
confusing her, making her feel things she shouldn't and think things she 
shouldn't. 

Her head rolled. She was whispering "fuck me" softly, so softly that only 
she could hear those awful words coming from her mouth. She was twisted, 
perhaps more twisted than the two men torturing her. Her cunt was throbbing, 
growing hot, wet and tight, aching, as if she were waiting for her lover to 
come. And yet there was nothing between her legs except a big bloated 
plastic dildo sawing in and out of her cunt! And behind her was Hank, Hank 
with his fingers, those magic fingers screwing in and out of her asshole! 
What a whore she had become! 

"She's ready, man, really ready," Hank groaned. 

"No, no, yes, no!" 

Laura didn't know what she was saying, could barely understand what she was 
thinking. 

She screamed again when Hank pulled his fingers out of her shitter with a 
loud pop. "Unghhhh!" she gasped. "Say you want it, baby. Come on, tell me 
how bad you want my dick up your ass!" 

"No, no, that isn't true, isn't true at all. I don't want you anywhere!" she 
shouted. 

"Liar!" 

Hank swatted her across the ass hard, grabbing her by the flanks and shoving 
his face into her asscrack suddenly. It was a moment of inspiration, one 
that made Laura shriek with delight and fear. She felt his tongue, his 
wonderful tongue flicking against her asshole. It was touching her in that 
forbidden place, licking up and down her asshole, teasing her horribly, 
sending hot flashes to her clit. 

"Noooo!" she cried, arching her back, tugging at the ropes until they dug 
more cruelly into her wrists. 

"Man, I'm gonna bury my cock all the way in, baby, ass-fuck you all the 
way," Hank whispered, pulling his face from between her smooth, spit-slick 
asscheeks. 

Laura heard him getting up on the chair, heard the sound of his zipper 
sliding down. He held her with one hand around the waist, pressing his knees 
up against the back of hers. 

"No, in the name of God no! No! Please don't fuck me . . . don't fuck me 
there!" 

Her pleas stopped the moment she felt the hard rubbery head of his cockshaft 
pressing up against her asshole. She held her breath. The reaming of her 
cunt seemed to disappear for the moment as Hank tensed his muscles, held her 
more tightly by the waist while searching with his fingers for her asshole. 
He found it, then guided his dickhead up to the opening. 

Laura let out her breath with a rush, then inhaled another, holding it, 
waiting for the inevitable pain, the inevitable sense of degradation that 
would surely follow. 

"Unghhhhh!" 

He was pressing up, his knees shoving up against hers, his body trembling 
with the effort of balancing himself on the chair while holding her steady 
enough for the fuck. 

Laura squirmed, sliding her ass back and forth, doing everything she could 
to check his fucking. Perhaps if she made it difficult enough for him he 
would stop. 

"Damn it!" Hank muttered, telling her he'd beat the fuck out of her if she 
didn't stop moving. 

But Laura still shoved her ass from side to side, her eyes wide, her 
nostrils flared, as she felt that slippery hard hot thing shoving into her 
ass! 

"Nooo!" she screamed. 

He was making headway! He was actually forcing her asshole to relax, to give 
way and admit his fat dickhead. 

Laura shivered again. She felt her shitter puckering in, forced in by the 
sliding of that fat bulbous cock! 

Brilliant colors lights popped in front of her, nearly blinding her as more 
and more of that big cock slipped in! 

"Shit, man, she's gonna tear me up!" Hank grunted from behind. 

"Go for it, brother. Come on, drive that fucker into the bitch! I wanna see 
her fucked at both ends!" 

Laura wept, then let out a loud shriek. She felt completely torn in her cunt 
and in her ass. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed against Hank's 
belly then shivered as he popped past her tight sphincter, drilling at least 
three inches of his long dick into her asshole! 

"Wawwwhwhhhwhhhh!" Laura screamed. 

Laura wanted to die, wanted to sink out of sight. Her thighs ached, her 
belly rumbled as yet another inch of Hank's big cock slipped into her ass. 
Nothing in the world could feel so obscene, could hurt so much as getting 
fucked in the ass, Laura thought. 

"Take it, baby, take it all, take all my dick," Hank growled. 

"It's too . . . too much," she gasped, her body bouncing back and forth. 

When she swung forward, Laura impaled her cunt more on that plastic dildo 
still being screwed from side to side by Jack. When she shoved back, she was 
fucking herself in the ass with Hank's rigid cock. Fucked at both ends! 

Hank snapped his hips, shoving several more inches of his prick into her 
violated ass. 

Laura groaned again, her head rolling from shoulder to shoulder. The initial 
pain had gone, replaced once more by that hot, lascivious feeling she had 
experienced when the big man had been toying with her ass with his fingers. 
She was starting to heat up again, actually feel her clit sputter with 
delight as more and more of Hank's hunk of cockmeat slipped up her ass! 

"Oh no! No, no!" Laura moaned. 

The pain was still there, still intense, still adding that delightful edge 
to her pleasure. She jerked her ass from side to side, swinging her legs. At 
times her legs hit the chair, nearly knocking Hank to the ground. 
Instinctively Laura clenched her asshole around Hank's dick, making the 
young stud groan and shiver. 

"That's it, baby, that's it. Man, she's gettin' into it! Christ, you've got 
a tight asshole, baby! Ugh, man, it's like tryin' to fuck a tight fist!" 

"Oh please, please, take it out, take it out!" Laura moaned, yet wanting him 
to leave it in and pound her ass harder. 

Fortunately for her, Hank understood her needs. He snapped his hips against 
her ass to make her feel his cock more intensely. Laura cried out, her head 
jerking back, feeling that fat dickhead jerked and throbbing inside her. She 
felt as if Hank were turning her insides to putty. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Laura sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure shooting 
through all parts of her body. Once more she tried blocking off the 
pleasure. It was wrong, wrong to be feeling these things, especially since 
this was supposed to be torture. 

But nothing could blot out the riot of sensations burning in her pussy and 
asshole. She couldn't stop enjoying the monstrous things the Barrington 
brothers were doing to her. The more they degraded and hurt her, the more 
she seemed to want! 

"Unnghhh . . . " she gasped. 

Hank's cock felt as big as a baseball bat! And he was fucking her faster and 
harder, his balls slapping against her buttocks. She could feel his hands 
traveling freely up and down her chest now. He was pinching her nipples, 
tweaking them until she cried out with pain. 

Laura cried out, twisting on the ropes once more, her legs kicking out, 
hitting Jack once in the chest as he squeezed the bulb and sent more ice 
water coursing into her pussy! The sensation of cold water against her pussy 
walls drove her crazy! She felt her cunt contract again, felt her cunt 
muscles spasm then cramp shut, gumming that plastic dildo, sucking it in 
deeper. 

"Come on, baby, come on, fuck hard, fuck yourself onto my dick," Hank 
growled into one ear, flicking his tongue into her ear. 

Janet felt the big man squirming closer to her shitter, using his narrow 
hips to force her thighs farther and farther apart from behind. Twice he had 
nearly fallen from the chair. She heard him muttering something, then adjust 
his standing position, tucking his butt under and driving more of his shaft 
into her asshole. 

"Ughhh!" 

Laura felt herself being lifted a little higher from the floor. It was the 
force of his upward and forward ass-fucking blows. Her tits shivered, the 
nipples having nearly turned purple from all the excitement and stimulation. 
This couldn't go on. Dear God, it couldn't go on. Laura didn't have the 
stamina for his sort of thing even if the Barringtons did. 

It was Jack's turn to torture her. Hank began making sharp but short fucking 
thrusts into her ass. His older brother, meanwhile, was twisting that dildo 
around, forcing it even deeper into the girl's body. 

It was incredible how the discomfort was adding to her pleasure! Laura was 
feeling a lustful heat building up more and more, taking over all her body 
functions, crowding all thoughts form her mind except one-cumming, orgasm, 
having that prick in her ass jerk and pound her bowels while her clit 
drummed out the heady rhythm of climax! "Ohhhhh!" 

Hank stepped back, then drove in, having managed to worm all his cock into 
her ass. Again Laura could feel the slapping of his nuts against her butt. 
He was pounding in and out of her tight hole, taking advantage of her 
relaxed, stretched sphincter. 

Up front, Laura felt more water shooting into her cunthole! She was going to 
blow apart with that much pressure between her legs! 

"Oh no, noooo!" 

She closed her eyes, jerking back and forth, begging Jack to ease the dildo 
out some more, to let some of the pressure go. But instead he kept squeezing 
that bulb, his eyes glittering with sadism as he watched Laura dance and 
twitch on the ropes while his brother fucked her ass. 

"Nooooo!" 

It hurt! Laura couldn't ignore the agony that made her ass and thigh muscles 
cramp with pain. But at the same time there was that delectable, thrilling 
sensation. The excitement was building in Laura. Soon she would cum, cum 
with a cock up her ass and a dildo shoved in her cunt! Penetrated at both 
ends, penetrated by two dicks at the same time! 

"Fuck, baby, come on, you dig it, right? You dig havin' your ass fucked, dig 
hangin' here while we do anything to you, right?" 

"No, no!" 

She sobbed and gasped with pleasure, her cunt throbbing in time to the 
ass-fucking. Her shitter started tightening on his invading shaft, making 
her pussy back and raise her hips as best she could to bump against Hank's 
groin. 

"She's gonna pop any sec, man. She's gonna make it . . . so am I!" 

Jizz up her ass, cum spilling into her bowels, bloating her belly! She 
wanted it, wanted anything that would double her with pleasure, making her 
clit sparkle like a flare while her body jerked and twitched. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Hank stabbed viciously into her asshole, his fingers bruising her thighs, 
his balls slapping violently against her buttocks. The chair he was standing 
on scraped across the floor several inches from the violent fucking 
movements he made. 

At times Laura thought he might topple, tearing his cock from her hole, 
leaving her high and dry. But the young mechanic managed to keep his 
balance, hugging her tightly, pinching her tits and nipples and never once 
breaking the rhythm of his cock trenching out her asshole. 

Jack was sliding the dildo back and forth, watching as those movements 
allowed water to ooze out from around the suction cup. He bobbed the dildo 
around and around in circular movements, making sure the smooth warm plastic 
sides stayed in contact with the woman's clit. 

It was wild, absolutely the most wild thing Laura had ever felt in her life! 
Her knees jerked out once more as his dildo-fucking made her swing from side 
to side. 

"Unghhhhhh!" 

She was rutting shamelessly, showing herself off to be no better than a 
gutter bitch in heat! The pain was starting to build up to an orgasm. This 
time she could see there would be no series of small, minor climaxes. This 
time it was all building up to one big blowoff. Her ass burned as if someone 
had dropped burning gasoline on her shitter. She was going to pop soon, blow 
her mind with her cunt and asshole stimulated like this! 

"Man, can't hold back," Hank growled, lowering his head and biting the nape 
of her neck. 

Laura reared back, letting out a wheezy gasp, thrusting her hips forward 
while both the cock and dildo sawed through her body like lightning bolts! 

"Unghhhhh . . . ooohhhhhh!" Laura groaned. 

Laura felt the room sinking away from her. She was floating on a cloud, 
drifting high above the earth with brilliant lights flashing behind her 
eyes! It was one of the most beautiful feelings she had ever felt in her 
life! 

Jerking at the ropes, loving the chafing feeling they created against her 
tormented flesh, Laura bobbed up and down, swinging first against Hank, then 
against his brother Jack, scissoring her legs, humping forward and back, 
wanting to feel every inch of that cock and that dildo before she popped 
off! 

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned. 

A firestorm raced up and down her thighs, burning her pussy. Laura's 
breathing sounded as if she were suffocating. Time and time again she cried 
out, her head falling back, her mouth open and gasping while her eyes glazed 
over. Her long blonde hair swept over Hank's face, down over her back. Her 
thighs jerked up, then sagged back to the floor each time Jack skewered the 
long dildo in. Soon she would cum, if she didn't explode first. 

Her arms twisted again and again, making the ropes around her wrists bite 
deeper into her flesh. It wasn't enough. She needed more stimulation, more 
sensation to help her get over the edge. Her mind was blasting to pieces, 
her body twisting and writhing as Hank pumped faster and faster. He was 
biting hard, nearly breaking through her flesh! He whispered things to her, 
awful things, things about how fine her ass was, how good a butt-fucker she 
was, how she liked having guys fuck her in the cunt and ass at the same time 
and how that was a good whore's trick. Yes, a whore, a slut! That's what she 
was, and that's what her daughter probably was. 

Now Laura could well imagine Janie having thrashed around, legs up in the 
air, her cherry popped and not caring. They were the same, Laura guessed, 
slices of cloth from the same roll! The Barringtons sensed this, sensed it 
and used it to their advantage. Fuck the daughter, then fuck the mother and 
compare. Laura could have laughed at that thought except that her mind was 
centered on her asshole and pussy! 

She was going to pop now. She couldn't control herself, couldn't control the 
rush of feelings racing through her pussy now. It was as if some awful damn 
had burst. This time her cum was much more powerful than before, much more 
inhibited! She felt the sexual ball of hunger whirling around at incredible 
speeds in her belly. It was slipping lower, unraveling, coming to pieces and 
smashing into her cunt! The attractive blonde sucked in a deep breath, 
snapping her head from side to side, breaking contact with Hank's teeth as 
she felt herself falling into the abyss of climax! 

Every muscle in her body cramped, spasmed, while her legs kicked out in 
every direction. Nothing mattered any more. All that mattered were the wild 
sensations rioting in her pussy. Again and again they exploded, driving all 
thought from the woman's tortured mind. She was having two orgasms, a cuntal 
and an anal one. It seemed as if her body were one big clit, throbbing and 
pulsing while Hank and Jack kept jabbing into her body! 

Hank was pinching her flesh, hugging her body tightly while his prick 
throbbed and jerked inside her ass. He was yelling and shouting, calling her 
every name in the book while filling up her ass with ropes of his jizz. 

"Fuckin' bitch! Goddamn slut, whore! Man, oh man, you got a hell of a hungry 
ass. Shit, fuck, shit! Baby, you . . . you're too much. You can't get enough 
dick. FUCK!" 

It was true! As Laura pitched and writhed on the ropes, she knew she could 
never have enough cock . . . at least not after what the Barringtons had 
shown her. She would never have enough now. Fucking! That's all that was 
worthwhile in the world! Family, friends, social position, nothing really 
mattered when it came down to fucking. There was nothing funny or strange 
about this. Fucking was serious business, something that should take up most 
of one's time. 

These and other such confused thoughts circled around in Laura's head as she 
jerked and bobbed on the ropes while Hank screamed behind her, still filling 
her ass with his cum. 

When it was over, she felt the young mechanic lean heavily against her, 
smoothing his hands up and down her flat belly, then push away. He was 
stepping down, chuckling with the success of his ass-fucking. 

Laura groaned, her head hanging forward, long blonde hair curtaining her 
shamed face. She sagged in her bonds, her fingers fanned out and curled 
slightly, her shoulders drooping under the weight of her body. Jack gave the 
dildo a few more tugs, then pulled it out. A cascade of cunt-warmed water 
spilled to the cement floor, splashing and gurgling down the drain. 

It felt so good, so wonderfully good, to have the pressure released from her 
pussy. Laura sighed, feeling her cunt walls spasm at the release of all that 
water! She fanned out her toes, stretching her body, still trying to ease 
the pressure on her shoulders and arms. Her body ached from that awkward, 
bound position. 

"We should get the daughter down here again," Jack mused, staring up at the 
hanging woman and smiling thinly. 

The words stunned Laura. She couldn't let that happen here. Not Janie, not 
again. She would do anything to keep her daughter from falling into the 
abyss she was now wallowing in. 

"Oh no, no, please, I'll do anything, anything with you. Just don't . . . 
don't make my daughter come here," she pleaded, her heart pounding rapidly. 

Jack smiled. "Anything, eh? Man," he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, 
"you don't know what the fuck you're gettin' into. Hey, man, bet she didn't 
think she'd be hanging' around here when she brought that heap in for an oil 
change this morning, right, Hank?" 

The two brothers laughed at the horrible irony of Laura's actions in the 
morning while she hung in front of them, water still trickling down her 
thighs. 

Let them laugh! Let them do their worst. She would beat them at it, she 
swore. She would secretly enjoy herself during her own degradation. But she 
didn't want her daughter here to witness her shame, to see how her mother 
was behaving, and then to be forced to submit to the same awful terror. 
Janie had survived a brutal rape and beating. Let the memory of that be 
enough. And let her mother take the rest . . . take it and enjoy it. 

"Take her down," Jack said, turning around and fishing a quarter from one 
pocket. 

Hank climbed on the chair behind her, reached up and fiddled with the ropes 
binding her wrists together. Laura felt the ropes sliding, burning her flesh 
even more. And then suddenly she was free, falling to the floor. Hank caught 
her quickly around the waist and lowered her gently. 

"Ohhhhh . . . " Laura leaned against Hank, feeling her heart pounding faster 
and faster as she thought of the brothers, of what they were capable of, and 
of what she had begged them to do. 

"Have a beer," Jack said, handing one can to his brother while he continued 
drinking his. "Best idea in the world was puttin' that machine in." 

Hank had set Laura down on the chair. She sat there, slumped down, her head 
tilted slightly back as she watched the two men guzzle their beer. It was so 
weird, so odd being here, sitting down like this, watching her two 
tormentors silently drinking and eyeing her while she did nothing. There was 
an almost dreamlike quality about the scene as she sat there wondering what 
they were planning to do next. 

"Yeah, nothin' like a good, cold beer after a hot fuck. You want some? Oh, 
yeah, that's right, ladies don't drink beer from a can," Jack said 
ironically, crushing the can between his fingers and flinging it over his 
shoulder. "But I got it good and warm for you in here," he said, patting his 
groin. 

Laura's eyes bulged as she watched him unzip his fly and pull out his soft 
prick. Hank followed suit, the two brothers grinning. 

"Wh-what?" 

She knew what they were going to do. She knew it and it made her sick! 

Hank told her to get off the chair and kneel down by the drain. 

"Go on, bitch, we're gonna show you just what kinda toilet you are," Jack 
said, rocking back and forth on his heels while his fingers rolled his fat 
limp cock up and down. 

Reluctantly Laura did as she was told. She had no choice. She had promised 
she would do anything as long as they didn't bother her daughter. It looked 
as if they would keep their part of the bargain. Now it was her turn to keep 
hers. 

She knelt on the cold, greasy concrete, the drain opening in front of her. 
Nervously the woman glanced around, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. 

"Take it, baby, take it all!" 

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. 

Laura closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath as she felt the first few 
warm droplets against her belly. Her flesh crawled with revulsion. Pissing, 
pissing on her! They were using her as a toilet as they'd promised! 

More and more piss splashed onto her, coloring her flesh, trickling down her 
tits as Hank aimed his stream at her throat. She wished she could drop into 
a hole and die as more and more piss splashed over her body. It spilled over 
her belly, filled her navel, then swirled out, dribbling down into her pussy 
bush. It slicked down the hair, then continued trickling over her cuntlips 
and then down to the floor. In a moment Laura could hear the piss gurgling 
down the drain in front of her. 

"Man, oh man, it's somethin' else pissin' on a broad! Fuck, ain't had this 
much fun in a long time," Jack said in a trembling voice, directing his 
stream now at her thighs. 

Laura shivered, her eyelids blinking rapidly while tears welled up. No, she 
wouldn't cry, wouldn't let her emotions show. Clenching her fingers and 
pressing her fists tightly against her thighs, she set her jaw firmly. 
Instinctively her hips wiggled, trying to shake the hot droplets free. 

"Oh, baby, there ain't no way you're gonna be able to stop the piss from 
hittin' you. Man, we're gonna cover you with it, make you swim in it!" 

His words were awful and yet exciting. The more they seemed to push her face 
in the muck with their boots, the more she loved it! She was losing her 
mind, going crazy while they did this to her? Had she already slipped, 
become a mental case when they both fucked her at the same time? 

"Unghhhhh!" she gasped. 

Laura kept her eyes shut, biting her lips to keep from crying out with 
frustration, rage, disgust and rising excitement. The thin hot spray stung 
her nipples, moved over to her throat and threatened to go into her mouth 
before sliding back down to her tits. She felt the piss stream on her navel 
for a while, dropping down to her cunt and stinging her clit before sliding 
back up, up to her chin. 

They were going to piss in her mouth! Both Hank and Jack were aiming their 
streams of urine at her lips. Instinctively Laura jerked one hand up, 
clamping her fingers tightly over her mouth just in time. She felt the 
double stinging spray hit her knuckles and splash onto her cheeks and 
forehead. 

"What's the matter, baby? You don't like havin' our piss to drink? Didn't 
you want any of that fuckin' beer we was drinkin' a few sees ago?" Jack 
taunted. 

Laura shook her head from side to side, still holding her hand tightly over 
her mouth. She was trying to muffle the gagging sound deep in her throat. 
She could smell herself and it made her sick! 

"Hey, you're almost runnin' out," Hank said, noticing the stream arcing down 
from his brother's cockhead. 

"Yeah, gonna need more beer . . . both of us, I guess . . . and the bitch 
too." 

Jack slipped his cock back into his pants and ambled over to the machine. 
Laura watched, shaking, shivering with the piss coating her flesh. Jack took 
two more cans from the dispenser and tore them open. The brothers drank 
quickly, laughing at her distress, then throwing the cans in the corner and 
waiting for the beer to work. It didn't take very long. 

"Take those fuckin' hands down, baby. We wanna see you all over," Jack 
ordered. 

Reluctantly her hands came down. She managed to compose herself for the 
moment, her face appearing clam except for a brief quiver along the left 
cheek. Both the Barringtons were fingering their cocks again, getting up the 
water from their bladders. 

Jack let out a watery belch, bending his knees slightly and rocking on his 
heels. 

"Open that fuckin' mouth!" 

It was the command she had feared most. There was nothing she could do. She 
had made the promise. 

"Ohh!" Laura gasped. 

It would be over soon. No matter what they did to her, it would soon be 
over. Then she could go home and try to resume what was left of her life. 

"I said open it!" 

Laura shivered again, tilting her head back slightly and parting her lips. 
She was breathing more shallowly now, her tits rising with each inhalation. 
She felt her nipples getting sore again. Was it possible? She was becoming 
aroused once more. 

"Ughhh . . . " Laura gasped. 

It had started. She felt the intensity of the dual stream on her pussy once 
more. 

Hank was chuckling, moving the yellow spray up and down her cunt, watching 
the blonde hairs move under the force of his piss. Then Jack grunted out 
something and started sliding his spray up to her navel, then up to her 
tits. In a moment she felt both brothers pissing on her throat! Droplets 
sprayed onto her lips, her chin, her eyelids. She blinked rapidly, wanting 
to protect her face and yet not daring to. She knew what the Barringtons 
wanted to do. 

"Ughhhhh!" she groaned. 

She grunted again and again, revulsion and horror leaping to her throat. The 
stink was spreading. It was as if she were crouched down in a toilet, her 
feet wading in piss, her knees sliding in it while it gurgled down a drain 
before her! She wanted to draw back, to scramble to her feet and get away. 

But Laura didn't dare move, didn't dare move one inch as those horrible men 
laughed and pissed on her face. She thought of her daughter again and 
remained firm, kneeling there like a sacrificial lamb, waiting for the 
slaughter calmly. 

Jack was the first to slide his piss-spray into her mouth. It stung the back 
of her throat, washed over her teeth, then swirled out over her lips and 
dribbled down her chin. Hank joined him, the dual spray soon filling her 
mouth as if she were gargling urine. 

For the moment Laura did nothing, shutting her eyes even more tightly, 
trying to block out the horrible sensations rioting in her body. And then 
she smelled it even more. Her entire body was becoming nothing more than a 
toilet! 

"No!" she screamed. 

She fell back, one hand covering her mouth again as she tasted the sour bile 
rising from her belly. It was only with the greatest effort that 

Laura kept from vomiting. She spit out the vile fluid, sliding away from the 
gurgling drain and the awful smell. 

Still on her hands and knees, she coughed and gagged, her hair once more 
hiding her shame-ridden face. Thank God, the brothers seemed to have gone 
dry. It was over, really over! 

"And now we gotta clean you up real good." 

Laura felt her heart sink. More! They actually had more for her! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Laura stumbled, her body reeking with the awful odor of stale piss. 

"Whew! Man, she smells like a fuckin' old toilet seat," Hank taunted, 
wrinkling up his nose in mock horror and revulsion. 

"Yeah, she's gonna have to be steam-cleaned, you know?" Jack said, shoving 
the woman forward once more. 

Laura slipped on the greasy concrete. They had yanked her up from the grease 
rack and were now shoving her toward the opposite wall. Jack told her to 
stand just opposite the rack while Hank hooked up two hoses to wall 
connections near the workbench. Above one of them was marked in printed 
faded red "steam cleaner." 

Crossing her arms protectively over her tits and cunt, she turned halfway 
around. 

"No!" 

Jack made her turn back to face them. She pressed her fingertips to her 
lips, watching with terrified eyes as the brothers finished making the hose 
connections. Jack took hold of the brass nozzle, throwing out the rubber 
hose in a broad arc behind him while checking the connection up front. 
Behind him, Hank grinned, one hand on the nozzle. 

Laura started backing up against the wall. 

"Now?" Hank asked. 

Laura looked down at the floor, then defiantly back up at him. Her soft blue 
eyes hardened and she set her mouth in a tight line. They could do their 
worst, even make her loathe herself, but they wouldn't get at her daughter 
again. That was something that made even this worth while. For an instant a 
wild notion rose in her that she could best them. She raised her chin and a 
scornful smile crossed her lips. 

"Ooohhh!" 

That smile of defiance changed quickly as a blast of hot water smashed into 
her rib cage. She owned her mouth in surprise, stumbling back, her arms 
stretched out to either side of her body for support. Her feet were slipping 
on the wet and greasy floor as she fought to keep her balance. 

"Wash down, baby. We do the same fuckin' thing to your car when we're 
through. But we don't piss on it. Might ruin the fuckin' finish," Jack said, 
playing the heavy stream of water up and down her body. 

They were laughing loudly at her wild attempts to stay upright. She could 
hear their scornful jeers over the roar of the water as it played up and 
down her body, pushing at her, shoving at her like a million hot, heavy 
fingers. She fought back, skating and sliding on the floor, screaming at 
them, her cries muffled by the continual roar of the fast-flowing water. 

"Nooooooooo!" she screamed. 

The piss was washed away in a flash. They were just doing this to torment 
her, to drive her wild. Laura cried out in anger again, feeling the concrete 
slide under her bare feet. Her tits jiggled with the effort she made to keep 
on her feet. 

"Ughhhhhh!" she gasped. 

The water had begun to steam in the cool room. 

"This is how we clean up junk for the swap meets," Jack roared. 

Laura glared at him, wanting to spit in his direction. But the next blast of 
water caught her unawares. The stream dropped, slashing down at her ankles. 
Her arms flew out again, her head snapping back while her knees bent 
slightly. 

She fought desperately to keep her balance. Twice her toes smashed painfully 
against the grease rack, her tits slapping together then flying out from her 
chest. In a second she was upended, her feet flying out in front of her. 
With a scream Laura fell hard on her ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh God!" 

She shook the wet hair from her face, gasping for air. Several times she 
tried to scramble to her feet again. But Jack was careful to direct the 
stream at her crotch. That spray hit her cuntal flesh. It opened her outer 
labia and reset a flash fire on her clit. 

Laura doubled up, letting out a howl as a blast of erotic sensation nearly 
paralyzed her. 

"Nooooo!" she screamed. 

The water was just hot enough to make Laura sweat. She gasped and panted, 
tucking one leg under the other and rolling onto her belly. She was trying 
to get her cunt away from the warm, caressing stream. Her long hair tangled 
around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free as 
Jack kept playing that awful stream around and around her body. 

"God!" She shouted, begging Jack to stop this. 

But the older Barrington had no intention of relaxing the grip he had on her 
mind and body. He shot the water straight up her shivering thighs. 

Laura found herself hunching back at it, actually humping back at the spray 
as she'd humped against that plastic dildo moments before. What a slut she 
was! She had climaxed so many times today and yet she was begging for more. 
It was as if she were trying to make up for those long years of sexual 
deprivation. 

"Oooohhhh!" she groaned. 

There was another blast of hot water against her asshole. Then he managed to 
play it on her cunt. It was almost like getting fucked again at both ends. 
Images of Hank fucking her ass and Jack fucking her cunt flashed before her 
eyes. 

"Ugnh!" Laura gasped, her slick body sliding on the concrete. 

She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of that hot water would 
surely drown her. She tried turning sideways, keeping her back to them. Her 
flesh reddened as the stinging water massaged her thighs and buttocks. 

"Go on, baby, crawl, that's it! Crawl around the floor like you was meant 
to!" 

Jack stepped around the floor, keeping to one side of the rack to keep the 
spray from wetting down his clothes. Hank was helping him, commenting on the 
way Laura was hunching against the stream, shaming herself by bobbing her 
ass up and down while the water played over it. "Oh, oh, oh!" 

Laura tried protecting her face and tits. But there was no chance of hiding 
any part of her body. She had to lie on the floor, turning one way and then 
the other to keep the water from filling up her nose and mouth and drowning 
her. 

"Noooo!" 

Laura turned her head, seeing clouds of steam rolling up from the cold 
floor. 

Jack was staring at her with the same savage glare he had when he raped her 
with his cock. He looked like something risen from hell to torment her. 

"Ugnhh!" she gasped. 

The water moved up now, blasting against her tits. Her nipples sank into the 
flesh of her tits under the pressure of the stream. It was odd, exciting! 
The outside heat of the water and the inner heat of her lust combined to 
make Laura pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the 
hard-spraying hose. 

"Go for it, baby, go for it! Come on, move that ass, move it for us, get it 
on with the water!" 

Laura put her hands over her face. The shame of having gone through all of 
this with the Barringtons crashed in on her like a runaway freight train as 
she crawled around in the muck. Her defiance of the brothers had faded. She 
rolled over onto her back, lying there like a zombie, sobbing and gagging as 
the mechanic played the water from her tits to her cunt. 

The heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made her hips rise and 
fall. She cried out with a mixture of pain and lust, letting her upraised 
knees sag apart once more. Fucking, fucking with anything. That seemed to be 
her awful fate. All those moral lectures she had given her daughter came 
back now with a mocking fury, leering at her as she wallowed around in the 
wet grease, staring up at the ceiling, letting the brothers fuck her with 
the stream. She would fuck with anything, it seemed. If they had a dog there 
was little doubt in Laura's mind that she would have taken the mutt on. 
Bitch, whore! Slut! They were all names that fit her only too well as she 
lay there and let Jack and Hank do what they wanted. 

Again Laura tried to stop this wild, insane growth of cuntal heat by holding 
her hands over her wet pussy. But her tits rolled, her hips jerked up and 
down in fucking motions, seeking out the water as if it were a hard, heavy 
cock reaming out her cunthole. 

"Nooo!" she gasped. 

Every time Laura put her hands over her pussy, Jack moved the stream so it 
would spatter on her asshole or her tits. The splashing water bounced off 
her thunderous tits, spraying into her mouth and nose, making her choke and 
gag. She turned her head to one side, dropping her hands from her pussy, 
holding them to her mouth and throat and desperately trying to suck in air. 

"Man, she's goin' nuts. This is almost better 'n fuckin' her with that 
goddamned dildo," Jack said, his eyes bright with sadistic fury. 

The drain gurgled merrily, sucking up the greasy overflow as Laura rutted in 
front of them. The power of the water beat her flesh into a lustful 
readiness for more stimulation. 

"Noooo!" she screamed. 

Laura put her fist to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much 
the hosing aroused her she didn't want them seeing her cumming, not like 
this, not with water splashing in and out of her pussy. 

And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. 
Laura felt the telltale tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing 
of her cuntal sphincter. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely 
exposed to the water. It was awful, wildly awful. If Jack kept on, Laura 
knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, wouldn't be able to keep from 
doing anything except lay there and cum until her orgasm tapered off. 
"Oohhhh! Ohhhhh!" 

The woman started twisting her hips, her cunt actually looking for the 
stream. The wild mass of feelings in her crotch intensified, sharpened, as 
the water beat at her clit. She wanted to get more of that flow into her 
snatch, have it smash harder and harder against her clit. 

"Unghhh!" 

Laura heard her flesh squeaking on the wet cement floor. She loved that sexy 
sensation increasing in her crotch, making all her cunt muscles pulse and 
vibrate. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the cum over her. 

"No, no!" she cried out in frustration. 

Jack moved his arm, sweeping the water across her tits, then back to her 
cunt. The sudden cessation of heat in her pussy made the wall of rising 
excitement inside her slip a bit. Then the renewed blast pushed it higher 
than before. 

Jack was taking careful aim with the hose, realizing just where Laura's mind 
was at. She groaned and screamed, feeling the water toying with her nipples 
longer this time, the stream forcing her heavy tits up toward her face. She 
loved it, loved every awful second of it as Jack dropped the stream to her 
crotch and shoved her up toward climax. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Back down to her cunt again. 

This time the blast opened the flesh around her clit. It was like a huge 
mouth sucking and licking her cunt mound. She screamed, throwing her head 
back, her fingers clutching desperately. She groaned again and again, 
tensing herself to hurry her orgasm. 

"Nnghhhhhhhh!" Laura screamed with frustration. 

Jack played the hose now between her spread thighs. Only the softer drops 
hit her cunt. The water bounced from the floor, bathing the undersides of 
her raised thighs. 

Laura levered her ass up, putting her hands on her asscheeks and spreading 
herself open for the stream. She loved the thrill of the spray against the 
ring of her shitter. She thought of Hank once more, of his heavy dick, of 
how he fucked the hell out of her ass while Jack rammed her cunt with his 
dildo. That awful spray! What it was doing to her! 

She groaned, twisting and hoisting her ass up toward the water lewdly, not 
caring what the Barringtons thought about her any more. Nothing mattered to 
her except her cunt and what would bring satisfaction to it. The force of 
that water had aroused every part of her mind and body. The woman had never 
felt such wild need build up so quickly in her crotch. Even the insides of 
her thighs ached for the release of her cunt tension. 

It was there, just out of reach, just beyond the horizon. Laura strained, 
lowering her upraised thighs. She needed to feel that stream beating against 
her clit. The whole top of her cunt seemed to be tied in knots of hunger, 
waiting for that last shove over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, 
looking for that last bit of hot sensuality. 

"Man, she's gonna make it. Switch over," 

Jack said, pulling the spray from the woman's cunt and laughing derisively 
as she howled with displeasure. 

Hank moved quickly, turning off the hot water, uncoupling the two-inch hose 
and refastening it to the other nozzle. In a moment the water sprayed again. 
But this time it was cold. 

"Oooooww!" Laura gasped. 

Her cunt clenched like a fist, the muscles cramping from that sudden change 
in water temperature. She could almost hear her cunt muscles slapping 
against one another as they clamped down. 

"Oh damn, damn, damn!" 

They had wrecked her! They had held off the climax she'd sorely needed, 
pulled it away, leaving her high and dry. Those awful, terrible men! How she 
hated them, hated them so much she could kill them With her bare hands! 

"Ooohohoohhhhh!" 

That cold stream flowed faster, it seemed, than the hot one had. It played 
over her body, constantly centering on her cunt. Laura couldn't believe how, 
once her pussy had become used to the cold temperature, her sense of 
impending orgasm was coming. There was that clenching of her cunt muscles. 
The icy water seemed to immobilize her pussy, holding it at the unbearable 
height of various spasms for seconds at a time. 

"Oh God!" she screamed. 

Jack moved the hose, concentrating the spray now on her tits. Laura fought 
with all her strength, sucking short breaths, her eyes bulging at the 
effort. The room was filled with her cries and the splashing of the water. 

Somewhere in the distance, the men were laughing at her, laughing at her 
distress as she wriggled under the rushing stream. Her tits seemed to be 
spasming, battling against the awful chill. Laura just wanted the powerful 
streams to stop now. She wanted it stopping now. She was more than ready to 
blow up into thousands of pieces. Her cum was just around the corner. 

"Go for it, bitch!" 

Jack was having far too much fun watching her writhe and wriggle under the 
water, playing with her. 

Laura felt herself spinning out of control. She wanted to scream, beat the 
floor with her fists, tear out her hair with frustration. The water wouldn't 
let her go. It had its grip on her. And then it came! Her orgasm came, came 
with a tremendous force. She became nothing more than a grunting, screaming 
animal. 

The water and gut-wrenching explosion of her climax wouldn't let her go for 
several more minutes. Laura writhed on the floor, agonized by the explosions 
in her pussy. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain 
control of her body. 

"Ohhhh God!" she gasped. 

She had fouled herself, had revealed to what depths she would sink in order 
to satisfy her pussy. She was a whore, a slut, a woman who lived for nothing 
else except gaining the satisfaction her cunt needed. There she lay, panting 
on the dirty floor, her body slick with water and grease, her pussy 
clutching as the water sprayed on her cunt. 

"Go for it, baby, come on, show us your fuckin' stuff," Jack taunted. 

Laura rolled over, feeling the icy stream blasting against the spasming ring 
of her asshole muscles. Nothing was sacred any more. Nothing mattered. She 
strangled on her own sobs, her breath driven out by her climax. The garage 
seemed to darken. Laura dragged her fingers on the cement, still trying to 
get away from the terrifying power of her own reaction. 

Her flesh was tight, stretched over bones and muscles by the chill. The 
goosebump hardness of her nipples hurt. Her areolas tightened until the 
whole surface of each tit hurt. 

Laura slithered across the cold hard floor, still clawing to get away. She 
was still cumming. She was still cumming! 

"Christ, she's still goin' at it! Man, she's still shootin'! " 

The naked, still-climaxing woman climbed up, her head tilted back while her 
orgasm roared through her cunt. 

Jack shot the icy water at her shoulders, smashing her tits and hip to the 
wall. 

Laura's arms sagged, then collapsed. She slid down to the cement floor, one 
hand covering her face. For a moment everything around her darkened. It was 
as if the whole world were entering her convulsing pussy. The water stopped, 
and she could hear the Barrington brothers laugh! She hated them! 

"Unnnghhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" 

Laura lay on the floor for several minutes, hovering between consciousness 
and a faint. She thought of her daughter, of the pain and humiliation Janie 
had had to endure at the hands of these men. Were they telling the truth? 
Had her daughter turned on to them as she had? That would remain an 
unanswered question forever. Never, never could she tell Janie of what 
happened here today. This would remain forever a dark secret. 

"Ohhh!" 

Her head lolled. Someone was carrying her, taking her away from the car bay. 
She felt her legs dangling over a strong arm, felt something very warm and 
firm pressing against one arm and her left side. She was half wrapped in a 
coarse blanket that scratched her skin. She had no idea where they were 
taking her. 

"Ohhhh . . . " she moaned. 

Laura had no idea for how long she'd been in this semi-coma. Those awful 
brothers! The cold water. The woman moaned again, feeling as if she'd been 
beaten up. All her muscles hurt, throbbed with a dull ache as she was 
maneuvered to the rear office. 

Laura felt the man carrying her shift his grip on her torso. A door was 
opening. He kicked at it, grabbed her once more, then carried her back into 
the office. 

She lay limp, not wanting them to realize she was gradually awakening. 

"Too bad, man. We gotta let you go. 'Course you won't tell the cops anything 
about this," Jack said, placing her on the bed and stepping back. "Hank's 
gettin' your car ready. We'll call the bill . . . settled," he said, 
chuckling at his poor joke. 

Laura stirred on the bed, feeling her anger rising once more. 

"You rape my daughter, then me, torture both of us and expect me to . . . to 
do nothing?" she asked, her voice trembling. 

Jack's smile faded. He raised one hand then shot it down, the back of his 
hand smashing across Laura's right jaw. Her bead snapped to one side, her 
hair splashing over her face as she dropped back to the bed. She let out a 
cry, surprised that after all this she could still feel the pain of a simple 
slap. 

Rubbing the reddened flesh, Laura brushed back her hair and stared angrily 
up at the big mechanic. 

"I ain't askin' you to do nothin'. I'm tellin' you. First," he said, putting 
one foot up on the bed and leaning down toward her, "you think they're gonna 
believe your story? You think they're gonna buy it, some fuckin' horny widow 
and her sexy daughter screamin' rape? Yeah, sure," he went on, chuckling as 
he placed the toe of his boot on her thigh and pressed down until Laura 
squealed and inched back, "they'll figure somethin' went on in here. But 
they're gonna figure you two came over and started prancin' your asses 
around." 

"You . . . you." Laura couldn't finish. She was choked with anger and 
frustration. 

"And then," Jack continued, stroking his chin, "they'll guess that somehow 
you found out I fucked the daughter . . . or vice versa. Don't matter. You 
both flipped out and decided to scream rape to get back. And," he went on, 
leering at her, "even if the case gets to court, how do you think you and 
the little girl's gonna face up to havin' your sex lives thrown around, huh? 
You think you can live around here after that kind of trial?" 

Laura dropped her eyes, wallowing in her defeat. No, she would never be able 
to show her face again in the community. And what would her daughter think, 
knowing the same thing had happened to her mother. No doubt the Barringtons 
would paint a clear picture of Laura's and Janie's sexuality, one that would 
be picked up by the papers and spectators alike. They would become a freak 
show, their lives more ruined than they were now. She could never tell the 
police, never do anything about this. 

"Now you just get dressed and get your ass back home," Jack said, rubbing 
his boot up and down her thigh, then booting her hard in the ass. 

Laura cried out, jerking off the bed, holding her hands over her tits. She 
waited for him to strike her, to grab her by the hair and pull her over the 
bed, rolling on top of her and fucking her in the ass or cunt. 

Instead, Jack stood there, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand then 
reaching down and tossing her torn clothes to her. 

"Come on, get dressed, cunt, and get the fuck outta here. And oh, by the 
way," he said, stopping at the doorway and turning around, "you ever need an 
oil change send the kid down first, then you come along. Maybe we'll do a 
double fuck." 

Jack laughed, slapping the doorway as he went out. 

Laura stood by the side of the bed for a long time, tears rolling down her 
cheeks. She had failed, failed in every way. Instead of outrage and horror 
she felt a kind of regret, regret that all this was coming to an end! She 
slipped her bra back on, buckled it, then slipped on her dress, studying the 
several tears in the material. She would be able to sneak back in her home, 
past her daughter who would undoubtedly still be asleep. How would she be 
able to comfort Janie when she wondered about how the girl reacted to all 
this? Did the teen want to come back here, return to have the same kind of 
horrible treatment in order to achieve a mind-blowing climax? Was her 
daughter a carbon copy of her-a whoring slut? 

Laura put her hands to her face and shook her head. She couldn't think like 
this. Somehow she would have to deal with this new force rising inside her 
and possibly taking over her daughter. It wasn't right, just wasn't right to 
feel like this when a man beat her. 

"Come on, bitch, we gotta close up," Jack shouted from the front office. 

Gathering her pride together, Laura straightened up and walked from the back 
office to the front. Somehow she would deal with this. After all, she was a 
mature, intelligent woman. She could cope with anything. 


THE END
