Chained And Crucified Mom
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden 
beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting 
conditions. 

The woman who, after a few drinks at a party takes on all comers, male and 
female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on 
stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The 
couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders. 

Betty is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within 
her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, 
waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it, and that stimulus is 
provided by a perverse church. 

CHAINED AND CRUCIFIED MOM-a fictional story about a society that refuses to 
face many of its real problems. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Reality is oneness." 

Kathy Van Sickle whispered the words printed neatly on the black sign that 
stood in front of the white clapboard house before her. Several cars were 
parked to the side, among them her mother's blue and white 1980 Dodge. 
Clutching the wood handrail of the one-story building, Kathy still couldn't 
believe her mother was inside, was part of this terrible group she had read 
about in the Times two days ago. The young blonde stared at the large 
picture window covered by thick curtains on the inside. According to the 
story, this so-called church was actually a haven for deviates who enjoyed 
bondage, S&M, and other perversions which the girl could only guess at. Her 
fingernails scraping the wood, Kathy felt her cunt begin to warm, grow moist 
as she thought of what could possibly be going on behind those closed doors. 

The article had talked about back rooms, about special areas for beating, 
for all sorts of sodomy, for people into leather, for ... oh, there were so 
many things the girl couldn't even remember, things that made her a little 
sick as well as intrigued some part of her. 

Betty Van Sickle, her mother, belonged to that church, The Church of Gospel 
Ministry. That her mother had suddenly taken to religion seemed strange to 
her at first. After all, the family was never particularly religious. But 
after her father had been killed in that accident two years ago, Betty had 
begun to act strangely. At first Kathy had ascribed her actions to grief. 
She too had been greatly shocked by her father's sudden death. But then time 
began to heal her wounds and life returned to some semblance of normalcy. It 
seemed to work that way for her mother. But then lately Betty had begun to 
act oddly-going out at nights for church meetings, talking to church 
members, going to various church functions, and yet never taking her 
daughter to them. Then came that awful article in the Times. 

Footsteps! Kathy felt a chill rush through her pussy as she let go of the 
banister and slipped behind several bushes that grew thickly alongside the 
main pathway. Another church member was coming up the walk-a man, about 
six-one, thickly built with a full head of dark hair and a moustache to 
match. He stopped just five feet in front of Kathy and looked around, 
casually slipping one hand into his right shirt pocket and fishing out a 
cigarette. Lighting it, he took a long drag, exhaling slowly, then climbed 
the stairs. As Kathy knelt in the dirt, her knees shaking violently, she 
heard the faint tinkling of the doorbell. 

"Brad. Come in. The meeting's just about to start. Betty's been asking about 
you." 

Kathy's heart nearly hit the ground. Betty! Her mother! Her mother and that 
man together in this hideous church. She cringed in the bushes for another 
minute before getting into a crouching position, turning and walking slowly 
along the right side of the building. Fields on either side of the old home 
prevented the curious stares of nosey neighbors. 

"Oooooohhhh!" someone moaned. 

Kathy stopped in her tracks, one hand to her heart as she heard a woman's 
groan once more in the night air. It was coming from the last window. She 
bent down a little further, leaning against the rotting boards and moving 
toward that window. 

"Oh do it! Do it! Oh God, ohhhhhh yesss, do it to me!" 

It was her mother! It was the voice of her mother! Kathy thought she was 
going to have a heart attack there. It was Betty, her cries halfway between 
pain and ecstasy! Kathy slipped a little closer to the window which had 
carelessly been left open. She stopped, one hand on the sill, her gaze 
riveted to the two-inch crack at the bottom of the pane. Bending down, the 
girl knew she would be able to see into the room. 

"Oh don't tease ... uhhh ... don't ... don't tease me this way!" 

Something in her mother's voice sent electrical shocks rushing up and down 
her inner thighs. It was the same tickling, burning itch she had had at 
times on those heavy dates when Bobby Thatcher or Ricky Dennis tried pushing 
their hands up her skirt. They were so clumsy it was easy to knock their 
hands away. Now there were no boys to make her hot. It was something else, 
something tugging at her, making her feel so hot down there. When she 
crouched down, moving her hips slightly to adjust to the sitting position, 
the velvety surfaces of her virgin pussy rubbed together and hot fuck juice 
seeped out, wetting down the nylon band stretched across her pussy. Kathy 
closed her eyes, digging her fingernails into her knees until that throbbing 
ache faded some. There, it was gone-at least for awhile. Clutching onto the 
sill, Kathy blinked her eyes clear and peered into the small bedroom. 

She caught herself, putting two fingers to her lips to fight down a cry of 
shock. The room was bare, the walls painted a baby blue with white trim. 
Pushed to one side and in front of the window was a large double bed-the 
old-fashioned type with an iron headboard and footboard. And stretched on 
that old mattress, her hands roped together and tied to one of the several 
iron decorations behind her, was Betty Van Sickle! 

"God, God, don't ... oh don't do this to me any more!" Betty was apparently 
going out of her mind, her knees half raising, then flopping down to the 
mattress again while her ankles beat against the bed. 

Her face was a bloated, twisted mask of lust while her blonde hair splashed 
in tangles over her throat. In front of her was a young man of about 
twenty-two. He had blond hair that fell over his shoulders. From his arm 
movements, Kathy could see he was jerking off, playing with his prick while 
her mother looked on. 

"You really want this bad, huh, Betty? You want it shoved in you, pumpin' in 
and out till you go nuts?" the young man said in a cracked voice. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" 

Kathy felt a rush of shame redden her cheeks at her mother's gasped reply. 

"You ain't gonna get it. I just came in here to warm you up, baby," the 
young boy said, letting go of his prick and rubbing his fingers up and down 
Betty's firm white thighs. The woman groaned, a look of intense pain 
rippling over her face while her fingers curled into the iron headboard. 

"Yeah, you're real hot today," he sighed, rubbing his fingers on either side 
of her cunt. 

Kathy groaned, clawing at the sill as she watched her mother's thighs 
tighten, the tendons rubbing against the sweaty flesh while the cords stood 
out against her throat. Betty was going wild, digging her fingernails into 
her palms, tossing her head from side to side while that teasing rubbing 
continued. The room was filled with her wild sounds of frustration and the 
steady metallic squeaking of that old iron bed. 

"You're gonna get it from the master, baby. From somebody who knows just 
what a hot bitch like you wants." 

"No! No! Don't want to ... to wait! Can't ... oh please...." 

Kathy thought she would die right there. She could feel her knees sinking 
into the soft black dirt bordering the house. In the distance a dog was 
barking. Still the girl crouched there under the window, watching her mother 
toss in heat. 

"Mmmmm ... gonna suck me some muff first," the man said. 

Kathy's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in another lungful 
of air. That man was pushing her mother's thighs apart, his fingers pressing 
into Betty's legs while he rocked forward from his squatting position. His 
hair touched the woman's thighs while his ass angled up. Kathy could see his 
balls-big leathery ones hanging from between his thick-muscled legs, covered 
with a fine coating of blond hair. And then she watched as his head dropped 
down to her mother's pussy. 

She was watching him suck her mother's cunt! Closing her eyes, resting her 
chin against the sill, Kathy swallowed hard, feeling her clit burning like a 
glowing jewel as her mother's agonized cries filled the air. Betty was 
having her pussy sucked, and her daughter crouched only a few feet away, 
watching in fascinated horror. 

"Mmmmmmm, good fuckin' pussy, man, good and hot and tight! Yeah, good to 
have my tongue workin' around on it," the man muttered, wiping his lips with 
the back of one hand. 

He dropped his head once more, holding her knees apart in spite of the 
attempts Betty made to close them. She was arching her back, wallowing her 
shoulders against the crushed pillow behind her while the balls of her feet 
struck that stud again and again. And all the time she was tugging at the 
ropes binding her wrists to the iron headboard, screaming the walls down, 
begging for more, begging for him to fuck her! 

"My God!" Kathy whispered, feeling she couldn't stand watching any more, yet 
unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. 

Just at that point the door cracked open. The young man stopped his cunt 
eating, backing off and standing up at the foot of the bed. As he half 
turned to the left, Kathy was able to see his prick! She nearly let out a 
gasp of surprise as her eyes took in what appeared to be at least nine 
inches of throbbing prickmeat, capped by a meaty purple cap. Her mother was 
going to have something like that shoved into her? Again the teen closed her 
eyes, mentally measuring the distance of nine inches from her own pussy up 
to her belly! Something that big would take her over completely! It would be 
like having a spear impaling her body! Again she shivered with something 
between fear and excitement. 

"Okay, Jack. It's my turn for this bitch!" the newcomer said. 

The man called Jack smiled, bent down and picked up his few clothes which 
were strewn to one side of the bed. She had seen the other man entering the 
house! 

Betty rolled her head to one side, looked up at the man, then tensed, her 
eyes widening, then darting back to the young blond leaving the room. "No, 
no, you can't leave me alone here with him!" 

"Sorry, babes, you're his for the night," Jack said, saluting the woman 
mockingly, then stepping behind Brad and walking from the room. 

"Could hear you down the fuckin' hall," Brad said in a low voice, kicking 
the door shut and locking it. He began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, 
gradually revealing a hairy chest that made Kathy gasp. None of the boys she 
knew at school could boast of a body like that, none of them! 

"Oh please, don't ... don't hurt me," Betty said in a small voice. Her 
mother was obviously afraid of this man, of what he would do to her. The 
girl thought back to that horrible article she had read and shuddered. S&M. 

Beatings! Whips! The reporter had written in some detail about what went on 
here. Was this going to happen to her mother, right in front of her very 
eyes? 

"That's what you want, baby. That's why you came here in the first place. So 
don't give me no shit," Brad growled, slipping the shirt from his shoulders 
and scratching his firm pecs. 

"No, but not the way you do it ... oh God!" 

There was a tall bureau to the left of the big bed, the only other piece of 
furniture in the room. Brad sat on one end of the bed, slipping off his 
black leather engineering boots, pausing with his left boot in both hands 
after having kicked off the right. 

"Here's something for you to suck while I get ready," Brad said, pulling off 
the boot, then pressing the sole against Betty's face. 

Kathy tightened her grip on the sill, watching as Brad rubbed that filthy 
boot up and down over her mother's face, pressing the heel hard against 
Betty's chin. Her mother made choking, gagging cries that turned her 
stomach. And all the while the big man was laughing at her mother's 
distress! 

"Suck it, bitch, come on, lick that leather, move that tongue up and down," 
he snarled, pressing the boot harder against the woman's face. 

Betty let out another moan, trying to twist her head to the left, then to 
the right. But there was nowhere she could move without that boot pressing 
against her lips. She could taste the dirt mixing with her saliva into a 
kind of sickening mud bubbling between her lips as she kicked back with her 
heels, the bed squeaking and groaning under her asscheeks. 

"Yeah, lick it up," he said, hitting the woman against the chin, then 
throwing the boot to one side of the bed. 

Betty spat out the filthy mixture from her mouth, sucking in choked lungfuls 
of air as Brad stood up and walked to the dresser. Kathy could see the front 
of his jeans tenting up and knew instantly he was wearing no shorts. From 
his size she could only imagine the cock he was sporting and let out a 
shivery moan. Size of his prick! What on earth was she turning into? 
Crouched there beneath the window, Kathy found herself thinking thoughts 
that she had been told were bad. And who had told her that? Her mother, the 
woman rutting like a wild animal in heat in front of her! 

Brad searched through the top drawer, pulling out several lengths of rope. 

"This'll do for a start, baby." 

He was holding onto a four-foot length of half-inch line, twisting the ends 
around his vein-knotted knuckles. Betty was staring wide-eyed at him, her 
legs moving against the squeaking mattress while her wrists turned in their 
bonds. Her mouth half opened, letting out a rush of air as he knelt on the 
sagging bed and draped the rope around her right tit. 

Betty watched, making small gaspy cries as Brad looped the line around her 
tit, tightening it more and more until the red nipple stood up like a little 
finger. The blonde squirmed, pushing her head back once more into the pillow 
and letting out a soft groan as the rope tightened yet another inch. 

Kathy moaned along with her mother, putting one hand up to her left tit and 
squeezing through the material of her blouse. She felt her nipple get hard 
and itchy, scratching against the garment. 

"Now for the other one." Brad produced a second length of line, leaving the 
first length of rope draped over her legs for the moment. Betty cried out 
again, looking at him and begging as Brad roped the left tit and squeezed 
the line against her flesh. 

"Yeahhhhh," he sighed, watching as the tiny nub sprang up from the 
surrounding tit flesh. 

Betty wallowed her shoulders against the mattress, her eyes closed, a pulse 
leaping at her throat as the big stud took both lines in his hands and drew 
them up over her head. Kathy watched in amazement as her mother's 
high-riding tits pulled back, then raised from her chest as the tension on 
the ropes increased. Slowly they moved up until they were sticking straight 
up from her body, the nipples an angry purple. Betty let out another groan, 
her heels banging against the mattress. 

Brad looped the free ends of both lines around the iron headboard, affixing 
them to the tope binding the woman's wrists. Betty rolled her eyes back, 
looking at the lines holding her prisoner. 

"Oh, oh, oh don't ... don't hurt me like this!" she cried in a strained 
voice. 

"It's just the start, baby." 

Reaching into his pockets, Brad pulled out what appeared to be two earrings. 
Apparently her mother knew what they were. Betty eyed the devices, then 
threw her head back and screamed the walls down, her cheeks and forehead 
growing red. 

"No! No! No! Oh God, no, no, he's going to kill me! God in heaven, he's 
going to kill me!" Betty screamed like a madwoman. 

For one terrible moment Kathy thought she should rush from the bushes and 
run to the nearest phone to dial the police. But there was something in her 
mother's voice that kept the girl in the bushes. For all the horror in 
Betty's cries there was something that told the hidden teen her mother was 
secretly enjoying this. Yes, Betty was gasping and begging Brad to stop-and 
secretly wishing he wouldn't. 

Brad knew it too. Taking out the clamps, he examined them slowly, turning 
them over in his fingers, making sure Betty could see them well from her 
prone position. Then, unscrewing one, he reached down, touching one 
stretched-out nipple with the cold metal. Immediately the frantic blonde 
cringed away, her forehead becoming dotted with beads of cold sweat. 

"Yeah, we're gonna have lots of fun tonight ... more than before," Brad 
grunted. 

Rustling around in the bushes outside the window, Kathy braced herself 
against the window, giving herself over to the strange hot feelings 
scorching her veins. Yes, she was hoping they would have their fun, for, to 
her shame and confusion and yet secret delight, she was having her fun as 
well. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Betty let out another cry, beating her naked legs against the bed while the 
clamps jiggled on her rubbery nipples. Brad kept screwing them, tightening 
the metal around the nubs until Betty was seeing stars. Her hands pulled and 
jerked at the ropes binding her wrists to the iron headboard. But every 
attempt at freedom pulled at her bound tits, the ropes strangling her tits. 
The woman gasped and moaned, her face a mask of fear as Brad gave the screws 
a final twist then stepped back. "Oh no, no, no!" 

"Oh my God, No!" Kathy echoed in a whisper, her knees shaking once more. It 
was hideous, watching her mother go through all this. That strange man was 
tying her up in all sorts of weird ways. And those clamps! She had never 
seen something like that before in her life! They were so heavy, falling to 
either side of her mother's tits, distending the dark red nipples, pinching 
them while her mother thrashed this way and that. When she adjusted her 
sitting position a little better, Kathy could see something that shocked her 
even more. There was something unsettling about seeing her mother's fuzzy 
blonde pussy getting so wet like that! She could see the glistening of the 
juices against her mother's cunt and thigh flesh! Kathy swallowed, feeling a 
tightness strangling her throat. She wanted to look away, to tear her gaze 
away from the scene yet again. But the girl kept on staring, watching with 
growing amazement as her mother thrashed and writhed with heated delight 
under this savage man's hands. 

"You Goddamned slut! Stupid bitch!" Brad howled at Betty. 

Kathy jumped at the words, covering her ears and letting out a gasp of 
horror. Never had she heard her mother being called such names! Again the 
girl blushed furiously as she heard her mother moan. 

"Oh, stop this! I'm not ... not all those things," Betty stammered, blinking 
away the tears. 

"Then what the fuck are you doing here, baby? Only sluts and whores come 
through here wantin' a little action," Brad sneered, reaching down and 
unbuckling the black leather belt threaded through his pant loops. 

Betty's eyes widened once more as she knew what he was about to do. 

"No! Oh not the belt!" she whispered, drawing her knees together while 
twisting her cunt away from him. "Please, not that!" 

Brad only chuckled, taking the buckle with one hand and pulling the leather 
completely from his pants. Kathy watched the big stud loop his belt, then 
tap it slowly, rhythmically against his left thigh. Betty was perspiring 
heavily, her body now glistening under the harsh overhead bare light bulb. 
Her wrists twisted against the ropes while her muscles and tendons bulged 
against her arms. Her eyes were wide, her gaze was fastened on the leather 
belt now hanging threateningly over his head. Betty made a whimpering sound 
in her throat. 

Brad's arms tightened, the looped belt jiggling in his fingers. Then it came 
down in a broad arc, cutting through the air with a hissing sound. Betty's 
body tensed, one leg folding over the other while she let out a wail. The 
wail turned to a shriek of pain as the leather snapped into her flesh, 
biting the area just below her right lower rib. 

Betty's eyes closed tight, her mouth opening and letting out scream after 
frantic scream! Her body jerked to the right, her spine arching while her 
head snapped from side to side. 

Kathy clapped both hands over her ears, letting out a moan as she heard her 
mother sobbing for Brad to stop. Opening her eyes again, she saw Betty still 
writhing on the bed, a long red mark appearing. 

In another moment, Brad was poised to strike again, standing to one side of 
the bed, trailing the looped end of the belt over Betty's tits. The woman 
flinched, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow, her belly shivering and 
contracting at the light touch of the leather. Brad liked that. He enjoyed 
watching this attractive blonde cringing under the threatening touch of his 
belt. He moved it up, hefting first one tit, then the other with that 
instrument of torment. 

He moved more quickly than before, taking advantage of her momentary 
relaxation. Snapping the belt out full length, Brad slammed the belt down 
hard over the full width of her belly. Betty's eyes rounded, her nostrils 
flaring while a rush of air came from between her lips. The rush of air came 
without sound as the branding, burning agony of that last blow seared her 
mind and soul. 

The mindless shrieks finally came. Her belly ballooned out, then caved in as 
the woman's cries echoed off the blue bedroom walls. How her stomach burned 
along with that spot just below her ribs where Brad had struck her first. 
And still he had that belt. Still he was swinging it like a hangman's noose 
over his head, smiling strangely, watching her reaction of horror and pain. 

"Oh, why are you doing this to me? Oh my God, Brad, you're really hurting 
me! This is really painful," Betty sobbed, blinking away the hot tears that 
had begun to streak her flushed cheeks. 

"That's what you came here for, Sister Betty," he sneered, looking around at 
the bare bedroom. "You joined the church for a reason, baby, and that's 
that." Brad continued swinging the belt in front of her eyes, caressing one 
of her cheeks with the leather. 

Betty shivered, closing her eyes yet again and letting out a low moan. 

Kathy, meanwhile, was feeling funny down between her legs. The more she 
watched her mother abused, the more she watched that man beating her, the 
hotter she became! 

There had been plenty of stories she and her friends had giggled about, 
stories about guys who liked to beat up on girls and girls who liked that 
kind of thing. But those were only stories to scare one another with. No one 
really believed them. They were phony, right? 

Blinking the tears from her eyes and peering yet again into the bedroom, 
Kathy knew now they weren't. She sighed, resting her chin once more against 
the sill after checking around to make certain no one was nearby. The 
immediate area was still deserted. A car or two drove by, one parking in the 
lot and its occupants walking up to the door. Apparently that story in the 
Times had done little to stop the business of this church. There were no 
police, no raids, nothing but the muted sounds of her mother rutting under 
the leather beating of that stranger. 

Kathy could feel the subtle pressure of the nylon crotch band against her 
pussy now, the soft wet material rubbing against her feathery cuntlips. 

"Why am I feeling this?" the girl whispered, turning her eyes away from her 
mother for a moment and staring into the empty field behind her. There was 
another moan of delight, of pain, quickly followed by the dry smacking sound 
of leather against flesh. Kathy rubbed her upper arms briskly with her 
fingers, knowing she would never call the police now. Her mother was 
enjoying this immensely in spite of her cries to the opposite. Kathy could 
see her mother's red cuntlips through her blonde pussy hairs, could see fuck 
juices flowing hotter and faster, streaking her white thighs. 

The girl felt the sheer nylon of her panties being pressed up between the 
puffy lips of her cunt. Why were her shoulders shaking so? And that swelling 
ball of heat in her belly! The girl was panting like some damned animal 
while her mother was being tortured on that squeaking bed! Frantically Kathy 
held onto the wall, feeling the silken material of her briefs quickly soak 
through. Oh, she could feel the nylon much better now that it was wet, so 
very, very wet! 

"This is horrible," Kathy whispered, once more trying to extricate herself 
from the bushes and leave this place. But the girl knew she would have to 
stay until the end, until her mother reached climax with this savage, 
beautiful animal. 

Another blow, this time across the left thigh, the beveled portion of the 
belt nearly burning her cuntlips. Betty jerked both legs out, her tits 
bouncing as best they could under that bound condition. Brad laughed, 
striking her other thigh, then alternately smacking them lightly with the 
belt, watching the woman grow frantic under the fear of him hitting her 
cunt. 

"I wouldn't hit that thing, would I baby? I mean, why would I ruin something 
as pretty as that little pussy?" he cooed, rubbing her pussy hairs with his 
left hand. 

Betty sucked in a lungful of air and held it, raising her head and peering 
over her ropestrangled tits at her cunt. Then, turning his hand over, the 
young man suddenly grabbed a fistful of Betty's pussy hairs, tugging up, 
trying to snatch them out. 

"Yagggghghhhhh!" 

Betty's face reddened. It was as if someone had dumped a hundred burning 
coals onto her pussy. Her body jerked and bounced against the mattress while 
she arched her back and kicked up at the man. Oh God, he was going to tear 
her apart with his bare hands! She could feel the strands tearing from her 
cunt now, the hairs pulling away while her screams became more savage. 

Brad let go, doubling the belt once more and striking hard against the right 
side of her head. Her cries changed, became more shrill as her skull snapped 
to one side. Another blow and Betty choked on a stifled shriek. Saliva 
bubbled from the corners of her mouth. The woman licked the spit from her 
lips, trying to fight down the pain that ran from her belly down to her 
ravaged cunt. 

"Oh God ... you bastard! You're doing this to me, killing me! You Goddamned 
bastard!" she moaned, looking up at Brad and spitting at him. 

"Keep it up, bitch! You and your kind don't wanna play these kinda games 
once the going gets rough. You just wanna fuck around. Well, baby," Brad 
said, chuckling and still sneering down at the bound woman, "I ain't gonna 
be playin' no silly game. I play for keeps-and I get the feelin' you do 
too." 

"No, no!" she spat back, twisting her head away from him. 

Brad silenced her with a savage blow across her right nipple. Betty 
screamed, her legs jerking up toward her belly. The pain went on and on. She 
felt like salt had been rubbed in some terrible festering wound. He struck 
the belt once more against her tit tip, making the woman grind her teeth and 
cry out with another shrill scream. 

Kathy jumped each time her mother let out a howl, her flesh puckering up 
into goosepimples. Brad was really working on her. His bare back was to the 
terrified teen, but she knew what was going on. She watched as his arm 
cocked back like some horrible trigger, the belt dangling back along his 
lower arm. 

And then he snapped it forward. There was another smacking sound, and then 
the cry of her roped and bound mother, followed by the banging sound of that 
headboard against the wall. Hugging her body hard, Kathy sucked in her lower 
lip and bit down hard. Something inside her, something she couldn't quite 
yet understand, was envying her mother. As horrible as that thought was, 
Kathy couldn't ignore it! As her mother screamed and twisted like mad in 
front of her under all those horrible belting blows, Kathy knew she wanted 
to be there, to be tied up to that bed and whipped by that heavy-pricked 
stranger. 

Brad slashed the belt once more across Betty's face, the leather burning her 
left cheek. She screamed about being disfigured, bringing yet another cruel 
laugh from Brad. He lashed out another time, drawing the leather over her 
sternum, then on over to her tits. The woman writhed with pain from the 
blows, feeling her cunt grow yet more fiery under the belt. 

"Hot bitch," he growled, smacking his lips. 

"You ... you animal," Betty whispered, shaking the perspiration from her 
face while tugging yet again at the ropes. 

"Animal, huh? And what the fuck you think you're doing, baby, ruttin' like 
this in front of me? Fuck, I seen bitches in the kennels less hot than you, 
baby." Brad grabbed hold of her pussy once more and tugged up at her cunt 
hairs. 

Betty screamed, arching her back while pushing her head into the pillow. 
Brad kept tugging up, twisting her hairs, threatening to snatch her cunt 
bald. Then he let go, dropping the belt and slipping his fingers around the 
top button of his Levi's. 

"You been waitin' for this, haven't you, Sister Betty? The other guy was in 
here for a warm-up. But you been waitin' for old Brad and his magic cock," 
he whispered, opening his Levi's. 

Kathy pressed her nose against the dirty window pane, feeling her heart 
beating a thousand times faster than before. She had been waiting all this 
time for his cock, crouching there in the dirt, listening to her mother's 
cries, watching her mother twist in her bonds while that savage beat her. 
And now she was going to get her reward, going to see what her mother had 
been getting all along at this church. 

Betty's eyes were wide, her tits rising and falling mightily as Brad's jeans 
halved. He was turned profile to the window. Kathy found herself putting one 
hand to her right tit, squeezing, feeling the material scratching against 
her aroused nipple as slivers of incredible chilly heat sliced through her 
aroused pussy. This would be the very first time she would see a man's 
prick. She had seen all sorts of pictures of men with hard cocks. But this 
would be the first live one! She held her breath as Brad unfastened the last 
button, pulling open his Levi's then begin sliding them down his thighs. 

Kathy nearly jumped out of her skin. She had never seen something that big, 
that fat, that ... oh, it was so hard for her to believe something that big 
was hanging from between a man's legs. She saw her mother's eyes round, her 
forehead wrinkle while her lips parted in mute admiration. 

"Like it, eh baby? You like havin' somethin' like this shoved into you? You 
dig havin' this hunk of meat squeezin' down between your legs and into that 
hot juicy cunt, right?" 

The words were sick, perverted, but accurate. Betty tried to deny them, 
tried to shake them off. But Brad was telling the truth. She kept panting 
heavily, the fire down between her thighs growing fiercer, more 
concentrated. She could feel her clit rising. All her muscles tensed, the 
big ones in her ass cramping from the excitement as Brad stepped from his 
Levi's and kicked them over toward the bureau. 

Kathy groaned, closing her eyes until a particularly powerful ripple of 
sexual thrill passed through her young cunt. Every square inch of her body 
was alive now. She could feel the rub of her dress, the touch of her bra, 
that magic sliding sensation of her soaked panties against her pussylips. 
She seemed better able to hear her mother's cries and Brad's growling. He 
was holding his prick with one hand, milking his cock tauntingly in front of 
her sex-crazed mother. 

"It's gonna feel real good goin' into you, baby. You're gonna dig havin' 
this meat slidin' up your pussy." 

He was walking toward Betty now. Kathy saw the rhythmic movements of his 
hairy asscheeks. Then in a moment he was kneeling on the bed, knocking her 
mother's legs apart, crawling between them. 

He was chewing on her mother's cunt, mouthing that pussy the way the other 
man had. But there was something different, something sexier about the way 
Brad was doing it that made Kathy nearly faint. She could almost feel the 
big man's lips sliding over her own pussy, his tongue tickling her clit, 
then curling and stiffening and going into her cunt. Yes, she would give 
anything to be spread out there before him, even giving up her cherry to his 
tongue, to his cock! 

"Fuck me!" Betty begged. 

Brad was making muted sucking sounds between her legs, his hands holding her 
cunt open while his tongue tickled her clit again and again. Betty threw 
back her head, feeling as if she were tumbling head over heels into some 
black abyss. His tongue was scouring her cunt, scraping along the insides of 
her pussy, touching all the slick, sensitive bumps and hollows. 

Tonight two men had licked her pussy, and it was so marvelous, so wonderful. 
And there was more to come. There would be more when he stuck that prick in 
her! 

"Gonna rip you open with this thing, baby. You ain't gonna be able to walk 
when I get through." 

Betty and Kathy both gasped as Brad pulled back and readied himself for a 
fuck. Again Kathy shivered, wishing with all her might that she could be her 
own mother just for the next few moments! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Animal! Oh God, you animal!" Betty cried again and again, her head snapping 
from left to right, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened 
cheeks and forehead. 

She tensed her thigh and asscheek muscles, feeling the hot, spongy head of 
his cock bouncing along her cunt, then pushing up against her pussylips. The 
tiny muscles spasmed, shut tight for a moment, then finally relaxed when the 
woman felt him rubbing his prick against her clit. That did it! That touch, 
that wonderful hot, itchy touch of his cock against her clit did it! 

His cock was going in, actually going in! Betty had seen him several times 
at this church, had listened to the minister talking about sexual freedom, 
about the various things they did here. But it had taken Betty this long to 
become an active member in the church. And all the while, as she sat in the 
conference rooms in the house, she had eyed Brad. Time and time again the 
woman had tried to ignore him as he returned her stares. Betty gradually 
lost her inhibitions. Those lectures began having their effects on her, the 
woman stared more longingly at Brad. And finally came the moment when she 
had let it be known that she wanted him as her partner. 

"Yeahhhh, bitch. Come on, Sister Betty, come on, move it, move it for ol' 
Brad," he said, slapping her taut ass again and again while fucking his cock 
into her hungry hot cunt. 

Kathy couldn't believe again this was happening! Her mother, her own mother 
was doing this, fucking a complete stranger in this hideous little church. 
And all the while she was trussed up in that horrible position, the ropes 
twisting against her wrists and that clattering headboard. 

"Ohhhhh, mother," Kathy groaned, feeling another fiery shiver threaten to 
knock her over the edge into her own world of climax. "Ohhhhh ... you don't 
know what you're doing to me!" 

Brad grunted, fucking forward with his muscular, hairy ass. His prickhead 
worked inside, forcing her cuntlips apart. They sprang back, then slipped 
together tightly around the back flanges of his cock. As his prickhead 
slipped in, the woman felt her cunt walls spasm, milking, gumming the 
vein-ribbed sides of his cock. It had been so long, so very long since she 
had been fucked. She was having a kind of itchy spasm along the full length 
of her cunt sheath. It was so good, so very, very good feeling this! 

"Fuck, fuck...." Betty chanted. 

Brad hunched in a little more, twisting his body around so the woman could 
feel his cock working around the tight hot cunt passage. His spongy cockhead 
fucked deeper, more and more juice gurgling out of the hole and wetting down 
her thighs. Betty whispered out another moan as she felt her pussy being 
stretched more and more to take his massive prick. 

"Take it, take my cock," Brad whispered, biting her ear lobe. 

"Cock," Betty repeated in a choked cry, tugging madly at the ropes holding 
her arms back. 

"Cock," Kathy whispered, her hands rubbing over her thighs. If only she 
could touch herself, rub her fingers over her cunt. Yes, that would be 
heaven, would be just like it was sometimes in her bedroom when she thought 
about guys and got excited. But then the girl worried about someone finding 
her. At least this way she would be able to hide, run away if she had to. 
With her panties down and skirt up escape would be more difficult, if not 
impossible. How could she explain to her mother she had been watching her 
all this time? The thought of that kind of revelation made her flush red. 

Brad was halfway in now, starting to draw back while moving his hands up to 
Betty's tits and squeezing them. The pressure plus the agonizing pull of the 
rings against her nipples made the woman cry out in pain. She moved her hips 
from side to side, feeling the tug of his prick against her pussy walls. 

"Yeah, yeah, that's the way I dig it ... that's the way I really dig it," he 
whispered, milking her tits, tugging at the rings and watching them distend 
the red nipples even more. He was still withdrawing his prick, watching 
Betty's face convulse with a riot of emotion. Then he stopped, his cockhead 
the only thing embedded in the wild woman's pussy. 

Betty was making strange strangled grunting sounds deep in her throat. She 
clawed her fingers against the ropes behind her, digging her fingernails 
into her palms. Again her cries bounced off the bare walls of the bedroom. 
And then he began pulling all the way out! 

"Noooo!" Betty cried. 

Betty felt her cunt muscles spasming once more, clasping tightly on the 
withdrawing cockhead. She wanted that full feeling in her belly, that 
sensation of his prick filling her up, making her stomach swell as if she 
were pregnant once more! But Brad has his own ideas, holding his prick out 
from her cunt, watching her pussylips actually convulse, then fold over one 
another! 

And then he was on top of her tits, sucking her screwed, tormented nipples, 
tugging on the nubs until Betty was writhing in horror and pain. He bobbed 
his head from one tit to the other, sucking first on one nipple, then taking 
in the other. Then, bending back, Brad moved his fingers through her pussy 
bush once more, finding her clit, then taking it between one thumb and 
forefinger and pinching hard until the woman screamed. Oh God, God, it was 
as if he were spearing her with a knife right between her legs! 

"Noooooo!" Betty screamed. 

"Just a break, Sister Betty, something to let you know who the fuck's boss 
around here!" 

He was back on top of her, flinging himself down full length and squeezing 
her tits again in his hands while fucking his cock blindly at her juicy 
pussy hole. 

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman gasped, feeling sensations she couldn't believe were 
real. 

Brad was kissing her like a brutish animal. There was no love, no romance, 
no flowers and music. There was only lust-brutish, animal lust raging in 
both of them. 

She felt his tongue scraping along her lips, pressing in against her teeth. 
She could taste her own cunt juices in his mouth, could smell them on his 
cheeks. It was an aphrodisiac, something that turned her on terribly as he 
glued his mouth to hers and started sticking his tongue down her throat. 

His teeth scraped against hers, his tongue wagging down over hers, down to 
her tonsils, his spit seeping into her throat while his prick was still 
making those blind fuck-motions at her pussy. How she wanted to be filled 
with that cock. His hands were squeezing those horrible clips hard against 
her nipples, twisting them around and around until she screamed several 
times into his mouth from the agony. 

Kathy thought she would go mad right there beneath the window. She was 
breathing heavily, wishing she could take off her clothes but not daring to. 
The sounds of her mother going mad were almost too much for her to stand. 
How she wanted to feel Brad's hands on her tits, to feel Brad's cock rubbing 
against her pussy. Bracing herself against the wall, the blonde teen watched 
as Brad's ass began to rise and fall rhythmically. Yes he had found her 
mother's cunt again. He was fucking her steadily, the wet, sucking sound of 
his prick fucking Betty's cunt hole reminding Kathy of the sound a stick 
makes in wet mud. 

"Uhhhhhh...." Betty gasped, feeling her body being divided into two separate 
halves the long way by that fucking cock. 

The pressure seemed to be growing more and more inside her until she thought 
she would faint from the incredible feeling. Brad's prick seemed to be 
growing, actually ballooning out inside her, forcing out her pussy walls 
while his balls slapped again and again against her asscheeks. It was as if 
someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her. His cock felt so long, so hard, 
so thick! Surely something that big couldn't stay in her for so long without 
causing some kind of permanent damage. 

Brad let out a muffled cry, then jabbed his tongue even deeper into Betty's 
mouth. It was a scene of madness, of sexual excess to the highest degree as 
Betty's white body thrashed and writhed under Brad's. 

Betty felt another series of strangling convulsions race through her pussy, 
her cunt walls sucking hard at his fucking prick. Her asscheeks tensed and 
relaxed, tensed and relaxed, bouncing against the groaning mattress while 
her mind spun about in this wild, mindless fucking spree. 

She felt totally pierced, nailed to the bed by this prick, crucified on the 
cross of total degradation in the name of total pleasure. His hot cock made 
her cry out again and again into Brad's sucking mouth. She wanted to cum, 
needed to cum in order to quench the holy flames that had been fanned in her 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh God ... cum, cum," the woman gasped as Brad pulled away for air. 

Easing back a little, the stud flexed his ass and sent his prick fucking 
back into her like a spring-driven knife blade. As his cock fucked into her 
cunt, the woman thought she had finally reached that moment of madness, that 
period of insanity when she would tumble off the edge into the land of 
climax. 

Betty was wrong. 

"Nooooo!" she screamed in frustration. 

He was holding her back purposely, playing her like a finely tuned piano, 
keeping her just below that level where she would climax. The woman thrashed 
and writhed madly under him, stretching, trying to get to that point where 
wild sensations of climactic fury would burn through her body. 

But Brad kept her down, pressed to the bed while fucking his cock more 
slowly into her cunt. Betty gurgled and gasped with a mixture of pain and 
passion, arousing the animal in him all the more. 

"More ... more!" Betty gasped frantically. 

"Goddamned greedy bitch," Brad said, pulling up for a moment and backhanding 
the frantic woman. "You have to learn, Sister Betty." 

Betty didn't care. She could feel little at the moment except the rush of 
blood in her temples caused by the heat between her splayed thighs. The 
slap, in fact, increased the tension in her cunt. As he started fucking his 
prick faster and more furiously into her cunt, Brad wanted to unload his 
balls now, while Betty was climbing the walls, begging him to bring her off. 

"Cummmmm!" Brad yelled. 

"Cummmmm," Kathy whispered, rubbing her thighs together, the added weight of 
her plump asscheeks making the rubbing her cuntlips against her clit all 
that more exciting. 

Betty was very aware of Brad's big hands gripping her asscheeks now. He was 
positioning her, angling her ass upward while fucking into her cunt more 
savagely. The woman could smell herself, could smell the odor of Brad's 
perspiration. How his hard prick drove into her heated fuckhole while his 
hands lifted her ass higher into the air. 

Betty pulled and twisted her wrists, feeling the ropes cutting into her 
flesh, cutting off the circulation to her fingers. Nothing in the whole 
world could have matched the fury burning through her mind and soul now. 

"Huhhhhrr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" she moaned mindlessly. 

The bed creaked and groaned now, the headboard slapping madly against the 
wall until small hairline cracks appeared in the plaster. Betty gasped as 
his fingers crawled all over her asscheeks, thrilling to the building 
pressure. 

Brad fucked his pounding, blood-bloated prick into her convulsing fuck 
tunnel. He was making her whimper and gasp with murmurs of a pleasure she 
had never thought possible. 

"Fuck me! Oh God, in heaven, fuck me!" the woman shrieked. 

She could almost feel her bones cracking under the merciless pounding. And 
still she couldn't cum! 

"Fuck it out, bitch!" 

"Ohhhhhhh yes, yes, now!" 

Betty couldn't stand much more. Her hips began a kind of wild humping, a 
frenzied rotation as she took his cock again and again. 

Brad was grunting something in her ear. He was flexing his thighs again and 
again, repeatedly sliding his prick over her clit, sending out spray after 
spray of her fuck juice onto the bed. 

Kathy felt her brain simmering as the world seemed drifting from her. She 
scratched and clawed at the wooden wall while her mother wailed and writhed 
inside. 

"Cumming! Oh God, I'm ... I'm going to cum ... my God, cumming!" Betty 
struggled to climb his long prick again, her hips rising to meet Brad's 
pile-driving movements. 

"Good, baby. Come on, work it on out, cum, cum on, baby," Brad grunted. 
"Feel the holy pleasure." 

The pain of his fingers on her asscheeks, the pain of his hands on her roped 
tits, on her screwed nipples-all combined in a mind-blasting sensation, that 
white-hot moment when all sensations came together in a pinpoint of feeling. 
It was a moment when Betty thought she had died because the pleasure was so 
intense. Then came the spasms-one after another, an avalanche of wild 
pleasure. 

She thrashed about as much as the ropes allowed her, kicking and screaming 
and biting while her hips writhed madly. Brad was cumming! Yes, she could 
feel him shooting cum into her. Spurt after squirt of jizz splashed against 
her cunt walls, dripping into her body. Again and again and again he 
exploded into her pussy, his prick jerking and jumping against her clutching 
cunt walls. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Betty moaned. 

Kathy watched the mad dance, watched as Brad held her kicking screaming 
mother down while his legs jerked about. Yes, they were cumming! She could 
almost feel the big man's prick jerking around in her own pussy, spilling 
its load deep in her body. Oh, she had never wanted something so badly as 
she did now watching those two shamelessly thrashing on the bed. 

And then Kathy's own climax came, more powerful than anything she had ever 
experienced in her life. It took the girl by surprise, knocking her from the 
wall and back into the bushes as if someone had hit her across the face with 
a closed fist. Crying out, then jamming her knuckles into her mouth to 
prevent more screams, the teen doubled up, her knees pressing against her 
body. Oh, it was so good-so good that it hurt terribly! Fiery chills pushed 
up through the pulsing, mushy heat that had plagued her for the last few 
moments. Jerking, twitching, Kathy rolled over onto her other side, pressing 
her knees now against her tits. She worked her ass around in frantic circles 
now, crying excitedly through her nostrils, feeling the air she sucked in 
burning the insides of her nose and mouth. 

Now Kathy could understand why her mother wanted someone like Brad so very, 
very much! She would have killed at this point to have a man on top of her, 
a man mounting her, his legs pinning hers to the ground while his prick slid 
up her cunt hole! The branches of the bushes clawed and scratched at her 
face as the frantic young teen writhed. Then came the itching, tantalizing 
fire, the flames licking up her legs and into her cunt. Kathy bucked her 
body wildly, hitting her arms and legs against the roots of the nearby 
plants, staining her dress with grass and mud. 

How long the wild sexual frenzy lasted Kathy had no idea. When she opened 
her eyes once more, everything was very quiet. 

Her arms and back ached from the awkward position in which she had lain. 
Pushing aside several branches, the young girl rose, brushing herself off. 
Again she listened for the sounds of someone nearby. Her cunt still throbbed 
and pulsed, a reminder of what had happened. Slowly moving up to that window 
once more, she saw her mother still in bed, her arms and tits roped to the 
iron headboard behind her. Brad had climbed off long ago and was dressing, 
his prick tucked into his Levi's. Kathy felt something like disappointment. 
How she wanted to see his cock again! 

"Well, baby, this is your first church service," Brad said, buttoning up his 
trousers, then sliding his flannel shirt over his broad shoulders. "You're 
gonna be back here a lot more, and there's a hell of a lot more to go 
through before you achieve total release, Sister Betty. 

Betty screwed her eyes up, staring at the ropes still holding her prisoner. 

"I'm so ... so ashamed," she said, dropping her gaze modestly. "My 
daughter...." 

Kathy felt a sharp pang of guilt stab through her. She couldn't listen to 
anymore of this. Gathering herself up, the girl backed away from the bushes, 
turned and ran on tiptoes past the front entrance of the church. She kept 
running as if Satan Himself were pursuing her, her heart beating a mile a 
minute. 

When she finally stopped, one hand over her heart, the girl turned around, 
making sure no one had followed her. 

"How awful," she breathed, closing her eyes to regain her composure. How 
awful, yes. But how she had wanted to become part of it. Images of Brad and 
her mother now drifted in front of her as she made her way home, wondering 
how this horror story would end. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"What did you say, young lady?" 

Betty stiffened, setting her coffee cup down with a clatter on the saucer. 
She was staring angrily at her daughter across the breakfast table, her 
fingers tightening around the handle of the cup. 

"I said ... what I do on a date is my business, Mother," Kathy said, her 
lower lip trembling. 

It was the morning after that terrible scene she had witnessed between her 
mother and that man. Somehow Kathy had managed to make it home, climbing 
into her bed before her mother returned. She rested there in bed, staring at 
the ceiling as she heard her mother walking to her bedroom. What was she 
thinking? How could she even walk after having done all those terrible 
things with Brad? And what would she be like tomorrow morning at breakfast? 
Would she even show her face? 

Those and other questions whirled around and around the young girl's mind as 
she tossed under the clinging covers that night. How her cunt burned even 
after that mind-tingling cum she had endured beneath that bedroom window! 

Images of her mother fucking that stud, her hands tied back, her tits roped, 
her legs beating against the bed, then against Brad's thighs, flashed in her 
mind, joining other images. How would it feel to have a man like that 
fucking her, touching and sucking her cunt and tits? 

There were times during the night that the confused teen thought she could 
feel Brad crawling on top of her, could feel his fat cock squeezing into her 
cunt, pressing against her cherry. The feel of the ropes against her flesh, 
the smacking of the belt, the hideous, wonderful mocking in his 
eyes-everything made the girl shiver with that awful chilly heat as the 
night slowly turned into dawn. 

"It's mine, too, young lady," Betty countered, tilting her chin arrogantly. 
She hadn't intended the conversation to take this ugly turn. But her sexual 
encounter last night with Brad had made her more than casually conscious of 
sexual activity in general. "I'm your mother, and I'm here to help you with 
things, things like that." 

Kathy squirmed in her seat, feeling the fatigue from last night's poor sleep 
draping over her like a heavy coverlet. She twisted the napkin in her 
fingers, biting her lower lip, not wanting to say what was begging to be 
said. 

"Nothing happens on a date, mother. I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl," 
Kathy whispered, lowering her eyes and kicking her feet against the kitchen 
table legs. 

"I know that," Betty sighed, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and 
dropping her voice to a conciliatory tone. "It's just that ... well, so many 
things happen out there a young girl's just not prepared to handle. We 
haven't really talked lately, dear. And I just feel it's time...." 

"Maybe it's because of that church you've been going to," Kathy blurted, 
reddening. 

"Oh!" Betty jumped, feeling an accusing finger pointing at her. 

She nearly dropped the coffee cup back onto the table at those words. 
Collecting herself as best she could, Betty raised her gaze and stared at 
Kathy. The girl looked flushed. Did she know anything? No, that was 
impossible! Betty had been sure to keep her ... her church activities quite 
well hidden. Calming down once more, she patted her hair smooth on the back 
of her head, feeling a little ripple, of electric excitement rushing up and 
down her inner thighs. Just that apparently innocent mention of the church 
made Betty shudder with the thought of Brad and what emotions he had aroused 
last night. It had been the first time, the very first time she had done 
something that exotic. And, to her shame, she had loved it! Remembering the 
chafing ropes around her wrists, Betty tugged at her nightgown sleeves, 
realizing Kathy was observing her every movement. 

"I don't see where this conversation is helping either of us, mother. If you 
think I've been sleeping around town, why don't you come right out and say 
it?" Kathy said, pursing her lips up tightly. 

"That's not fair, Kathy And I don't think something like that. Oh, let's 
talk about it another day," Betty said, cradling her head in her hands. 

"Undoubtedly, you're tired, Mother," Kathy said stiffly, feeling as if she 
were making an exit from a play. 

Ignoring her mother's questioning look, Kathy pushed back her chair, dabbed 
her lips with her napkin and rose from the table, not daring to look at her 
mother. She rushed from the kitchen, feeling her heart beating so fast she 
thought she would faint. It was just like last night as she had peered 
through the window and watched that horrible scene. Well, today she was 
going to find out about that church herself. The thought of her mother going 
back to that place again drove her wild. Kathy knew she was too young for 
those sort of clubs ... the kind of clubs perverts like her mother and Brad 
attended, but she had to see the place for herself. Maybe during the day no 
one would be there and she would have a better chance of sneaking in and 
having a look. Kathy was determined to find out more about this "religious" 
organization her mother had joined. 

Time passed slowly that day. Several of her friends had called around eleven 
to see if she wanted to go swimming at the community pool near the mall. It 
was summer vacation, and they had only four more weeks of it. Kathy begged 
off, pleading a headache. The girl watched as her mother dressed and 
announced she was going shopping. 

"I'll be back later this afternoon, Kathy," Betty said, standing before the 
hall mirror and patting her hair. "Are you certain you don't want to come 
with me?" 

Kathy was slouching on the living room sofa, thumbing through a fashion 
magazine. She peered up briefly from the pages and shook her head from side 
to side, rubbing her bare feet together and resettling comfortably on the 
large cushions. 

"Very well," Betty sighed, straightening her dress, then stepping from the 
house. 

Letting out a long sigh through her teeth, Kathy dropped the magazine down, 
rushed to the front window and watched her mother back out the car. Her 
heart was beating so wildly. There was still time to call this off. She 
could run outside and join her mother for another mindless day of rifling 
through clothes at the local mall. But no. She felt her cunt itching, a 
strange kind of heat building between her legs once more. 

Her flesh was alive, her nipples so very, very sensitive as she thought 
about that hideous place and what her mother had done there. Of course she 
wouldn't be doing the same thing. There probably wouldn't be anyone around 
this early. But Kathy was determined to see inside that perverse church, 
even if she had to break in to do it. 

Satisfied her mother wasn't returning, the young teen slipped on her 
sandals, turned off the television and slipped out the door. The church was 
only one mile away, one short mile. How convenient, she thought, for mother, 
her lips curling into a sardonic smile as she walked down the tree-shaded 
street. A rising breeze blew her silky mane of hair back across her shoulder 
blades. She straightened her spine so her tits stood out all the more. She 
liked that feeling, liked the feeling of being admired, of being desired. 

The movement of her legs stirred something deep inside her. Turning the 
corner, Kathy paused for a moment, closing her eyes and feeling the pulsing 
itch of her clit against her swelling cuntlips grow even more furious than 
before. It was actually taking her breath away! How horrible! That church. 
Just the thought of the church was making her so weak, so ... vulnerable. 

Mastering her weakness, the girl began walking down Glendale Boulevard, now 
ignoring admiring stares, thinking only of the church. In a moment she saw 
the street, clutched her chest and turned to the right, seeing that field, 
and finally the church with that strange sign in front of it. "Reality is 
oneness." 

As she approached the one-story white building, Kathy noticed there were no 
cars parked around. Good. She sighed with relief, looking about her to make 
certain no one noticed her movements. The few homes on the street seemed 
deserted. No one was about. It was so odd, as if she had just slipped into 
some kind of time warp. Cars rushed back and forth on the boulevard only a 
few hundred feet away. But here there was nothing, not even the sound of a 
barking dog to break the silence. 

Gathering her courage, Kathy slipped through the empty field to the left, 
threading her way through the waist-high yellow weeds to the back of the 
building. 

She stopped just short of a gravel drive leading to a garage out back. There 
was a large black padlock on the door. The front, she was certain, was also 
locked. But ... yes, it was unbelievable, but the window through which she 
had spotted her mother being roped and raped was still cracked open! Again 
Kathy looked around, found no one nearby, then tiptoed toward the window. 

"Dear God, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself, sliding her fingers 
under the rotting wood of the windowpane and pushing up. 

At first it wouldn't give, the wood having been swollen by years of rain. 
But slowly, gradually, the window began to slide up. In a few moments, Kathy 
had created a large enough opening for her to slide through. 

Wriggling back and forth on her belly after having kicked up from the 
ground, the girl soon found herself tumbling through the opening, landing on 
her hands and knees. Quickly she stood up and rushed to one side of the 
door, eyeing the bed she had seen her mother thrashing on so wildly the 
night before. No sounds. Nothing but an occasional creak as the house 
settled. Stretching out one hand the girl cracked the door, again stopping 
and listening for some sound. Nothing again. 

Letting out another sigh Kathy opened the door fully, stepping into a narrow 
hall. Someone had left a light in the living room on. Kathy noticed the glow 
down the corridor. Ignoring the reception room, the young teen stepped 
forward, stopping at one particular door on the right. There were several 
doors lining the hall, "playrooms" she imagined, some more effectively 
decorated than the one her mother had been fucked in. 

Having opened the door, the girl stood in the entranceway, stunned by what 
she saw. Obviously Kathy had chosen the prime room. It housed devices she 
had seen only in some history books, devices she was sure were used in 
torture. 

"My God!" she gasped. 

Eyes wide, the girl stepped in gingerly, her fingers pressed against her 
lips while she studied the various goods hanging from spikes driven into the 
wall. It was a medieval dungeon! That was the only way the girl could 
explain it to herself. The walls had been painted a dark gray, probably to 
imitate cinder blocks, while the floor had been laid over with a tile to 
simulate flagstones. The rest was unbelievable. Kathy stopped in the middle 
of the room, next to what she guessed was a rack. The wooden cogged wheels 
were ominously quiet now, but she could well imagine a woman stretched naked 
on the thing, her screams bouncing uselessly off the walls while some maniac 
like Brad turned the wheels more and more, tearing her arms from her 
sockets. Trailing her fingers over the gears, Kathy shivered, feeling the 
hair standing up on the back of her neck. 

Turning her head, the girl saw other tools of the trade. Whips, harnesses of 
one sort or another, riding crops, rusty chains with cuffs dangling from 
them, a small stock with holes for the arms and legs, dildos of all sizes, 
rings and screws of the type she had seen on her mother's nipples that 
evening, and many, many other things. 

The girl walked slowly across the room, her hands pressed against her mouth, 
her breathing labored as she thought of what these things were used for! 
Suddenly the girl wasn't feeling so enthusiastic about staying here. Her 
mother was sick. She had to be to associate with these kind of people, 
people who enjoyed hurting others! There was something very, very strange 
and wrong about this whole set-up. In the room there was even a cross with 
chairs attached to it. 

"What should I do? Oh my God, what should I do?" Kathy whispered through her 
trembling fingers, eyeing once more the devices of unholy torment hanging 
around her. 

The girl's reverie was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. 
Someone was coming in. The girl froze, her flesh crawling as footsteps 
creaked down the hall. There was no time to get back to the rear room and 
slip through the window. Coming to her senses, Kathy backed away, hiding to 
the right of a large green metal file cabinet next to the door. Holding her 
breath, Kathy waited. 

The footsteps stopped just short of the doorway, Did he know someone else 
was here? She could hear his breathing. Would he check the rooms? Kathy felt 
her chest tighten while her mouth became dry as cotton. For what seemed an 
eternity the man did nothing. Then she heard the footsteps pick up again, 
the sounds of his boots shuffling over the corridor floor. He was moving to 
the back room, obviously to check out the window. Kathy pressed her spine 
and ass harder against the wall, her knees trembling, knocking violently 
together while perspiration dampened her shorts and halter. The footsteps 
stopped again. 

"Who the fuck's here?" 

The voice was deep. Kathy started shaking even more. 

"I said, who the fuck's here?" 

Brad! Yes, she would recognize that voice anywhere! He was here for some 
reason, and there she was, trapped in this hideous church with her mother's 
partner in unholy bondage. He paused at the doorway of that rear room, 
pounding the wall hard with his fist, then began walking more quickly back 
to the living room. 

Please keep going, please God, Kathy prayed, her eyes closed as if that 
would somehow keep her invisible. 

Then Brad stopped once more right in front of the doorway, paused for 
another moment, then stepped in, kicking the door shut. 

"Goddamn!" Brad whistled through his teeth, bracing himself against the 
closed door. 

Kathy somehow managed to remain conscious. She stood there, her hands now at 
her sides, palms pressed against the plaster while her legs rubbed against 
one another. Oh, he was handsome all right, more handsome up close than he 
had appeared the night before. But there was anger in his eyes even though 
his lips were curling up in a smile. 

"What we got here, hmmmmm? Some kind of little crook?" 

Brad was breathing hard, moving one hand up, touching Kathy under the chin 
with his fingers. Kathy shuddered, flinching away from him. 

"You've sneaked in here, and you don't have an explanation why?" Brad asked, 
moving his hand away, then sliding both his arms to either side of her head. 

Kathy eyed both massive arms, feeling so small, so very, very tiny. She 
couldn't tell Brad what had happened the other night, she just couldn't. 
Instead, the girl remained silent, turning her eyes away from him and 
praying somehow she would be saved. 

"Not the talkative type, huh?" Brad grunted, pinching Kathy's chin and 
twisting her head around. 

The girl winced, a stab of terror making her heart flutter. 

"Please ... don't hurt me ... oh God, don't ... I didn't do anything. I 
didn't steal anything," Kathy murmured, her heart threatening to tear right 
through her chest. 

"I'm not worried about that," Brad said, his gaze dropping to her tits, her 
thighs. "I think we got something a little more serious here, and if you 
don't start talkin' fast I'm gonna start usin' some of this shit on you to 
find out why the fuck you're here." 

Kathy's eyes widened. She looked into the savage dark pools of his eyes, 
then stared once more at the things hanging threateningly on the walls. 
Whips, riding crops, and God only knows what else. She wasn't like her 
mother. She couldn't stand that kind of torment. 

"No!" Kathy twisted away, panic chilling her very soul. Somehow the girl 
managed to slip past Brad, running around him to the door. It was stuck! 

"Trouble, bitch?" 

The next thing Kathy knew she was being dragged back, his right hand tangled 
in her long blonde hair, yanking her away from the door. 

"Alyeeeee!" 

Never before had anyone caused her pain. And now this stranger was nearly 
tearing her hair out by the roots, pulling hard, oh so hard! Her head 
snapped back, her feet tripping over one another while her arms flailed 
uselely to either side of her body. 

"Lemme go! Lemme go!" she shrieked. 

"Yeah, sure baby, so you can go out there and blab even more to the fuckin' 
press," Brad hissed through his clenched teeth. 

Kathy stumbled backward a little more, her forehead wrinkling in terror, her 
eyes blinking while the tearing, pulling agony increased in her scalp. 

"Wouldn't surprise me if someone like you gave that fuckin' story to the 
Times," Brad said, yanking her hair back even more. 

"No!" 

Her legs tripped again. Losing her balance, her arms waving frantically to 
either side to regain in, the girl tumbled backward, landing with a dull 
thud on her ass. 

How her spine ached from the fall. Rubbing her fingers through her hair, 
Kathy fought back a sob rising in her throat. She peered up at the big man, 
brushing several stray strands away from her face. What was he going to do 
to her? 

"Cunts like you want to have a little action, then they blow the whistle ... 
just like some bitch did with the papers," Brad said, twisting his fingers 
around her hair once more. 

"No, no, I swear it ... I never did anything like this before ... I never 
was here before," she said, lying through her teeth. 

Kathy's voice became more pleading, higher, something obviously pleasing to 
Brad. 

He twisted strands of hair around his dirt-encrusted fingers, his breathing 
growing more labored as he pulled up. Kathy gasped, her breath catching as 
she felt the pain once more in her scalp. Rising, pushing her hands against 
the floor, the girl tried to ease the tearing agony in her head. 

"Stupid bitches ... I told the reverend we should screen everybody before 
they come in here. He's too fuckin' greedy, though, and now they're sneakin' 
in through the windows." 

"Ughhhhh ... oooooohhhh!" 

Brad pulled up violently, twisting her hair around his fingers, nearly 
tearing a hunk from her scalp. Kathy screamed, tears rolling from her eyes 
and rushing down her flushed cheeks. Her feet scrambled under her, the big 
muscles in her ass cramping as she fought to ease the pain. 

Brad mumbled something, then drew her face close against his boot, banging 
her mouth so hard her lower lip nearly cracked open. Kathy could feel her 
front teeth pressing against her lips, could taste the pungent flavor of his 
leather against her mouth. The girl struggled again, her hands pressing 
against his legs. 

"Don't like it so much now, do you, baby? You don't like it when the goin' 
gets rough. 

You think you can come in here and have a good tour like some fuckin' 
Japanese tourist, then go out and tell all your friends?" 

Brad was getting angrier, twisting her hair more and more. Kathy screamed, 
her fingernails clawing at his jeans while more tears of pain and panic 
rolled down her cheeks. 

"There ain't no way you're gettin' outta this without payin'. You wanted to 
see this so bad. Well, you're gonna see more than you bargained for." 

Why had she thought she could come in here without being discovered? That 
thought rattled through her mind again and again as Brad dragged her across 
the floor, then eased his grip. 

"Oooohhh...." Kathy moaned. 

He was standing spread-legged over her, his hands on his hips. Looking up 
while propping herself up on her elbows, Kathy studied those thick-muscled 
legs, those broad thighs, and more importantly that ominous bulge behind his 
fly. 

She remembered what she had seen that night-that long killer prick sticking 
straight out from his groin! And how her mother had loved his cock. How her 
mother had twisted and bounced around in that bed, her arms tugging against 
the ropes as Brad fucked inch after thick, throbbing inch into her pussy. 
And now, no doubt, he was thinking about doing the same thing to her. 

"I'm gonna give you a ride, baby, with this thing," Brad said, touching his 
fly as if he could read her mind. 

Kathy shuddered, a chill rushing up and down her spine. She began to 
crawfish back, dragging her heels behind her, One sandal came off. 

"I'm gonna give you such a ride you ain't gonna be able to piss for a 
fuckin' month after I get through with you." 

"Oh no, no, no ... you don't understand. I've never done something like this 
and ... and oh, I'll die if you ... you rape me and...." 

The words died on her lips. She saw the determination in his eyes, the 
growing evil, the mounting sadism taking over. Kathy wished she could 
disappear, fall through a crack in the floor. But instead she was the main 
attraction, the thing Brad wanted most of all right now! 

"A fuckin' virgin? Come on, baby," Brad said, reaching down and caressing 
her cheek. Again the girl backed away. Brad's face darkened. "Well, if you 
are, you ain't gonna be one for long." 

"Oh no, no, help!" Somebody help me!" Kathy screamed, twisting around and 
crawling away from him on her belly. In an instant Brad was on top of her, 
his body pressing hers hard against the floor, crushing the air from her. 
The girl cried out again, clawing forward, breaking her fingernails against 
the tile while Brad began humping his crotch against her two soft assmounds. 

His hands were gripping her wrists, his knees pressing against the backs of 
her legs and all the while his crotch was still rubbing against her ass. He 
was mouthing her ears, sticking his tongue into the waxy canals. At times 
Kathy could feel his breath against the back of her neck. 

"Noooo!" 

"You wanna play hard to get, bitch? I got something that's gonna make you a 
lot more easy to tap once I get through." 

He was off her, gripping one wrist and jerking her up from the floor. He 
nearly pulled the arm from its socket, dragging her over to the rack. Kathy 
screamed, wheeled around and tried once more to rush for the door. 

Brad swore violently, twisting her arm until she thought he was going to 
snap it in two. The pain was awful. Sinking to the floor, her head bowed 
down, her hair curtaining her face, the girl was forced to submit and 
surrender. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Oh no, no, not that ... oh please, you don't know what you're doing to me! 
Oh God, I'm a virgin! I never ... never...." 

Kathy's face was flushed, more tears rushing down her cheeks as a pulse 
leaped at her throat. The animal! The savage! He had torn off her clothes, 
ripped the halter from her shoulders, then tossed her against the rack hard, 
nearly breaking her back from the force of that horrible blow. 

Half draped over the rack, Kathy felt his hands tearing at her shorts, 
ripping open the top button, then forcing the zipper down, his hands finally 
shoving both shorts and panties down to her ankles. 

"Nice, baby, nice hot and fresh cunt. And you say you ain't never been 
fucked before?" His lips were almost drooling with saliva as he eyed the 
naked, helpless, trembling young woman. 

Kathy drew her arms together, trying to hide her tits while her hands spread 
over the fine blonde fuzz covering her cunt. Somehow, now the thought of 
having Brad fucking her wasn't so beautiful. Out there in the safety of the 
field it had seemed appealing. But now? 

"No, oh please...." 

Her voice was more strained as she pleaded with the big man to let her go. 
Brad muttered a curse, then sharply knocked her arms away from her tits. 

"Gonna have me a nice time with that body, man. Gonna make it a real nice 
time for you too, if you cooperate," Brad said, sliding an arm around her 
waist. 

Kathy groaned through her chattering teeth, feeling the rough rub of his 
Levi's against her flesh. His hands were roaming freely over her body, his 
fingers sinking into her flesh, then sliding up to her asscheeks. The girl 
dropped her head back, panting heavily, her brain spinning around and 
around. 

"No!" Kathy gasped. 

"No, huh?" 

Kathy felt cold sweat running down her back as Brad passed one hand over her 
pussy, rubbing his knuckles against her cuntlips. She remembered him tearing 
at her mother's cunt, remembered the way her mother had cried out again and 
again as his fingers ripped hairs from her pussy. Would he do the same thing 
to her? A tingle rushed up and down her spine, making her flesh crinkle and 
crawl while those knuckles kept rubbing back and forth over her pussy. 

"I got ways, baby, to turn you on." 

The hand stopped moving. She felt his fingers gripping her by the arms, 
holding her tight as he pushed her back toward one of the walls. Stopping 
her, Brad reached around and produced a pair of handcuffs lined with 
sheepskin to keep the iron from chafing the flesh too much. Kathy whimpered, 
her arms being drawn behind her, her wrists moved against one another. In a 
moment she felt the cuffs snapped around her hands, the metallic clinking of 
the locks making the girl's blood run cold. 

"Now you ain't gonna be runnin' away ... unless you wanna get out into the 
streets lookin' like that," Brad said, hefting up one tit with his hand, 
then rolling the pink rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger until 
wrinkles appeared on Kathy's forehead. The touch of his fingers against her 
tit tip made the girl wince and cringe, her breathing becoming rapid, raspy. 
When he increased the pressure, the girl's knees bent, her mouth opening 
while a rush of air escaped. 

"Noooo," she sighed, her nostrils flaring from the pain. 

Still Brad pinched her nipples, now tweaking both of them, a savage grin on 
his lips. The girl threw back her head, closing her eyes, the cords sticking 
out from her throat as the pain increased. He was hurting her again, 
tormenting her tits, squeezing her nipples until she thought he was going to 
tear them off! He pinched them, continually twisting and turning them around 
and around until she finally cried out with a sharp scream. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" Her knees began to fail her, buckling under the pressure and 
pain. 

Brad caught her, dragging her back by the waist to a small three-legged 
stool by the rack. There was something on it, something strapped to the 
center of the stool she hadn't noticed before. There was just too much to 
see in the room! 

"On here, baby." 

Kathy's one leg pressed against the stool, her other slightly in front of it 
when the girl realized what was on that chair-a dildo! She had seen things 
like those in magazines, plastic cocks women used for pleasure! 

"No!" the girl shrieked, closing her eyes, kicking her legs out and 
overturning the stool as she twisted wildly in Brad's grip. 

Her arms were still handcuffed. But there was much she could do to keep him 
from mutilating her with that horrid thing. 

"No, no, I won't let you do that to me! Oh God no!" 

Brad held her more tightly around the waist, throwing her around, then 
letting the girl go, her body tumbling around and around on the floor, 
finally coming to rest after banging hard against the green metal cabinet 
near the door. Breathing heavily, the big stud bent down and picked up the 
stool, checking the dildo in the center then sauntering back over to the 
prone girl. Kathy shook the loose hair from her eyes, cringing from him, her 
shoulders shaking mightily. 

"No, no, don't touch me! I swear I'll die if you touch me!" 

He picked her up, dragging the protesting girl back across the room to the 
stool. 

"Now you sit down there, baby, sit! You gimme any trouble and I'll beat the 
snot outta you." 

When Kathy tried once more to struggle away from him, Brad jerked his hand 
back, slapping her hard across the right cheek. The hard blow snapped her 
head to the left, her hair whipping across her face while her body nearly 
tumbled from the stool. The hot, stinging pain resulting from that blow told 
the girl she had no choice in the matter. She would lose her cherry to that 
horrible, inanimate thing sticking straight up from the stool. 

Brad sat her in front of the dildo, that twelve-inch thick white plastic 
prick pressing up against her cuntlips. And then the girl realized the dildo 
wasn't plastic at all but metal of some sort. There were wires protruding 
out from the bottom, attached to nothing at the moment. 

Brad was kneeling down at the foot of the stool now, having brought back two 
more cuffs from the wall and attaching her ankles together, then roping them 
to the bottom rung of the stool. She rubbed the backs of her legs against 
the stool, feeling a queasiness in her stomach. 

Kathy knew she was going to experience a kind of sexuality she had never 
even thought about before. It was like drifting out of reality, the room 
spinning about her while Brad prepared her for his own kind of virgin 
sacrifice. 

"Now, we're gonna sit you right on top of this thing. If you keep your legs 
together real tight you won't slip down...." 

Kathy let out a shivery groan, her teeth chattering while her lips moved in 
silent prayer. She felt his hands cupping her asscheeks, lifting her from 
the seat of the stool, then moving her forward. Eyes down and bulging out, 
the young teen whimpered through her nostrils like a frightened kitten, her 
belly stiffening as the tip of the metallic dildo brushed over her cuntlips. 

"No, don't ... oh please, please, don't make me lose my cherry like this!" 
the girl wailed, tossing her head back. 

"It's the only way, bitch. You're gonna have the fuckin' thing popped this 
style. I ain't gonna dirty up my cock with blood." 

Kathy tossed her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping over 
her shoulders while her arms tugged and yanked at the manacles behind her. 
Once more she pictured her mother lashed to the bed, her legs flailing about 
while Brad fucked her. It was happening all over, and she was the victim. 

The smooth round head of the dildo pressed teasingly against her pussylips. 
Kathy tensed her leg and thigh muscles, her knees straightening, her spine 
curling out as the tingly cold rippled through her pussy. Her tiny cunt 
muscles were contracting while rushes of excitement rippled up and down her 
body. "No...." 

"You can hang up there all fuckin' day for all I care," Brad said, bending 
down and starting to twist some of the black and red wires together. "But 
this is gonna get you down fast." 

Peering down at the big stud, Kathy watched as he drew the wires out from 
under the stool, then reached back for what appeared to be a small motor 
shoved to one side near the rack. He was attaching both sets of wires, 
twisting them together, then affixing them with a small black roll of 
electrician's tape. Again the girl looked around at the strange, 
frightening-looking instruments. 

"And this is gonna make things even more interesting," Brad muttered. 

He had another long black wire in his hand, the end of which was attached to 
what appeared to be a long silver knitting needle. Kathy twisted her head 
around, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and running down the 
sides of her neck. Brad slipped behind her, spreading her asscheeks apart 
with one hand while sliding the needle several inches up her asshole! 

Kathy stiffened, her small shoulders thrown forward while her tits bounced 
on her chest. The cold sharp sensation in her shitter made her eyes pop out 
while her fingers worked against one another. She was trembling, her body 
shaking as if someone had already passed an electric current through it. 
Never had she thought someone could do something like this to another! That 
thing, that horrible thing was shoved up her ass, chilling the warm, slick 
lining of her ass tube. 

"Okay, honey, let's warm up that pussy of yours," Brad said, bending down 
and turning on the small gray generator. 

Almost immediately the room was filled with the gentle humming sound of an 
electric motor. Kathy tensed, her fingers stiffening, her toes curling until 
they cramped while she straightened and tensed her thighs even more. That 
rounded dildo head was barely kissing her soft pussylips, brushing against 
the entrance of her cunt. A particularly harsh cramp passed through her 
thighs. Kathy tried to ignore it, knowing if she relaxed for even an instant 
the horrible dildo would fuck her pussy. 

"Uhhhhh...." she moaned. 

Brad checked out the wires once more, then turned a small black dial on the 
front of the motor a bit to the right. 

Kathy felt her knees trembling, her thighs rippling as a tingly warm 
sensation passed through her cunt. He was raping her with electricity, 
sending a current of electrons rushing through her cunt! Her back stiffened, 
her head snapping back while her hair splashed over her shoulder blades. For 
an instant the girl felt her knees giving way, the dildo sliding past her 
cuntlips, pushing them apart, touching the sensitive ribbon of flesh between 
her inner and outer pussylips. Kathy rallied, forcing herself to ignore the 
electricity, tensing her muscles once more. 

"Uhhhhh...." she groaned. 

And that needle in her asshole! It wasn't cold any more! No, it was warm and 
wild, sending vibrations racing up and down her ass, making her stomach 
contract, adding to the itchy ache just starting to nibble at her clit. Brad 
smiled, reached down and twisted the knob a little more. 

"I call it my persuader." 

"Oooohhhhhhhh!" 

Tiny teeth seemed to be nibbling at her clit now. Oh yes, yes, it was as if 
there were some small animal around her cunt and asshole, biting away at all 
the sensitive nerve endings down there! The girl twisted a little on the 
stool, her legs growing more and more relaxed while the buzzing current made 
her body glow. 

"Ohhhh, no, no, stop it ... stop this craziness!" Kathy pleaded. 

"You dig it, baby. I can see it in your fuckin' eyes, bitch. You dig havin' 
me shoot this shit through you," Brad countered, twisting the dial yet a 
little more to the right. 

"Yaggghhghhhhh...." 

Her body was trembling violently now as a hot sensation scorched her veins. 
Against her will, against everything she held holy and sacred, Kathy felt 
herself growing aroused. Yes, the tingling had done things to her, terrible 
things! She could feel her clit rising, growing stiff as those awful wires 
jiggling under her as more electricity sliced into her body. 

Brad could smell her and knew the girl was growing as aroused as he was. She 
was horrified at her reaction; horrified and yet delighted in some strange 
way. Was this the feeling her mother had had when Brad had tied her to the 
bed, beat her with that horrid leather belt, then fucked her half out of her 
mind? 

There was another rush of current, another blast of current that made the 
girl whip her thighs from side to side, her ass hanging there in midair, 
jiggling from the violent movements she made. Her asscheeks clenched, 
relaxed, then clenched again, almost drawing the needle deeper into her ass 
from the milking movements. Flames of goodness and pain were scalding her 
cunt and shitter, the fires making Kathy gasp and groan. Her knees were 
bending, buckling, giving way under the steady convincing pressure of the 
current. 

"That's it, baby, come on down, come on down and let that dildo take care of 
you." 

"No, no, no!" 

But it was happening. The girl could feel her body surrendering, giving way 
to the hot, biting pressure building in her body. She could feel her belly 
swelling, the muscles in her arms and legs and thighs tensing and spasming 
from the rushing current. 

The stool rocked and scraped under her. Sparks seemed to be flying out from 
her juicy cunt crack. She was being fucked, her cunt being stretched for the 
first time by that awful object. Crying out again, Kathy tried tightening 
her legs again. But it was useless. Screaming, the girl gave up completely 
and let the metallic cock push aside her itchy, convulsing pussylips. She 
could feel her cunt walls clutching desperately at the prick as if it were a 
real one. The small muscles guarding the fuzzy mouth of her pussy were 
tensing, relaxing, then clutching at the fake prick. Kathy snapped her head 
from left to right, sparks of unspeakable pleasure rushing from her clit to 
her asshole and back to her clit once more. Frantically the teen dug her 
fingernails into her palms, her thighs rippling under the electric pressure. 

Another increase of current. Desperately the girl tried wrenching herself 
from the tingly heat. But there was little she could do. Her face a blur, 
Kathy felt the bone-crushing weight of the electricity begin to singe her 
entire body. No, he was going to electrocute her ... and it would be 
wonderful, wonderful considering the pulsing heat taking over her clit now. 
It was incomprehensible. Kathy let out a wild groan, tossed her head back, 
then let the dildo come to rest against her cherry. 

"All the way, baby," Brad encouraged, twisting the dial yet again. 

"Yaggghghghhhhh!" 

The muscles and tendons bulged against her sweat-dampened flesh. Back and 
forth her body jerked, blood boiling in her veins. It would surely kill her. 
Yes, this torture would surely kill her! She writhed and tightened her legs 
around that dildo, feeling that this torture would destroy her. The pressure 
of the dildo against her cherry was increasing. But, with the current 
tearing through her pussy and asshole, Kathy could hardly feel the pain. She 
held her breath, feeling her knees giving way completely. There was a moment 
of expectation, of pressure, of pain. Kathy opened her mouth and let out a 
shrill cry of despair, feeling the dildo tearing through the tiny membrane, 
ripping into her. 

Slowly, painfully, her body sank down until her ass came to rest on the 
stool. Between her splayed shivering thighs, the metal dildo nearly halved 
her cunt, the current making the swollen pussylips quivering around the 
metallic surface. Kathy closed her eyes, feeling the strength ebbing from 
her body. Her clit pulsed dully in spite of the pain while her pussy felt 
heavy with juice. 

What is happening to me? she wondered, frightened now by the emotions racing 
through her body. 

Shards of painful pleasure cut again through her clit and sliced into her 
asshole as the current seemed to increase even more. Yes, he was going to 
kill her, going to electrocute her, going to.... 

And then it was over. Kathy's body grew limp. She nearly fell off the stool, 
Brad rising and catching her just in time. She felt his strong arms around 
her, his hands clutching her arms while the silver needle began slipping 
from her shit-chute. Yes, she was making movements as if she were taking a 
shit, working the horrible thing out of her ass while her cunt muscles still 
clutched at that dildo in her pussy. 

"You dug it, baby, there ain't no way else to put it. You dug havin' your 
ass and snatch rammed by the juice. Now you're gonna have the real thing." 

Kathy groaned again, unable to focus onto what was happening for a while. 
Images of the room, of those whips and riding crops and dildos filled her 
mind as she looked around, then stared at the big man hovering over her. He 
unlocked the manacles around her ankles although keeping her wrists still 
firmly secured behind her. The girl groaned, shivery hot chills running up 
and down her back as Brad lifted her from the dildo. Slowly, strangely the 
slick metal cock slipped from her pussy, the shivering elastic cuntlips 
shrinking back together behind the retreating dildo. Another small spasm of 
delight rippled through her cunt, making her close her knees together 
instinctively. 

"Here, baby, gonna fuck the shit outta you right here," Brad said, banging 
her bare feet against the edge of the rack. 

"The bed...." 

"When you show me you're good enough for a sack I'll fuck you in there. 
Right now someone like you is good enough for the gutter ... and don't you 
forget it, fuckin' hot cunt bitch!" 

His cruel words stung Kathy's pride. She was about to say something when he 
dumped her on the rack, her head striking the wooden table roughly. There 
was the light jingling sound of a zipper being opened, the rubbing sound of 
cloth over flesh. In a moment she saw Brad stepping out of his boots and 
Levi's, his long thick prick half hard now. She shuddered, drawing both 
hands protectively over her naked tits once more, remembering how her mother 
had gone wild once his prick had been fucked into her pussy. Oh, how those 
cuffs chafed her wrists! 

The girl tried squirming away from Brad, successfully rolling one leg over 
the other and starting to slip from the rack. The big stud threw his boots 
against the table, grabbing hold of her knees and spreading them wide apart. 

"Gonna get inside there, baby. Gonna crawl in and squeeze down deep till you 
want more. And you're gonna want more, believe me, when I get through with 
you." 

Kathy let out a little cry. Brad was climbing onto the rack now, his prick 
growing thicker and longer with each passing second. He was between her 
splayed thighs now, his hands rubbing his prick, then sliding under, cupping 
his hairy, long-hanging balls. The girl's eyes widened, then focused on the 
flat, doublelobed purple cockhead pulsing with growing arousal. _ 

"Oh no, no!" 

The metallic dildo had not seemed as threatening as this cock hovering over 
her. Again Kathy twisted around, trying to slide backward. Brad laughed at 
her escape attempts, reaching out and curling his fingers around her narrow 
shoulders. 

Jerking the girl back down roughly, Brad spat on his fingers, working his 
slick palm around and around his prickhead. And then he was down on top of 
her, his chest pressing against her tits, his hands holding her down hard 
while his awful prick was gouging her cuntlips. Kathy felt dizzy, half crazy 
with what was happening to her. She wanted to scream or something. But Brad 
sealed her mouth with his, digging his tongue down deep into her throat! 

Crying into his mouth, the girl felt spittle bubbling out from the corners 
of her lips and drooling down her cheeks. This was awful, hideous! He was 
going to fuck her. Even now she could feel him jabbing his cock against her 
pussylips, trying to work his big prick into her body. Again the domed 
cockhead pressed against her cuntlips, forcing them stickily apart, 
corkscrewing down into her body. Kathy arched her back, wallowing her 
shoulder blades against the splintery wood of the rack. Stars popped in 
front of her eyes as inch after inch fucked into her body. 

With a fast pistoning lunge, Brad fucked her. The girl cried out again, 
feeling his fleshy cock split her in two, going down deep. The girl wriggled 
her slim ass, feeling herself caught on that stabbing cock. Brad grunted 
again, slowly working his prick deeper and deeper. 

How it hurt around the tense, rubbery edges of her cunt. But slowly Kathy 
began thinking less and less about that any more. She was starting to become 
blown away by the way her velvety cunt walls were being stretched apart by 
his huge prick. 

"Told you I'd have you beggin' for it," Brad said proudly, pulling away from 
the girl for a moment and sneering down at her. 

"You animal," she sputtered, twisting under him. "You haven't proven 
anything. Anybody can rape a woman. You just are making me ... confused or 
something." Kathy cried out as another inch of his cock fucked into her. 

"Yeah, right, you keep tellin' yourself that ... especially when you got 
juice comin' outta you like this," Brad said. 

He slipped his hand down between her legs, sopping up some of the bubbling 
fuck juice, then drawing his hand back up and shoving it against her nose. 
Kathy grimaced, turning her face away and coughing. She was hot, her cunt 
running with the hot, frothing fuck butter as more and more prickmeat fucked 
into her. The girl couldn't lie about her body. Brad felt her writhing under 
him, felt her growing warmth, felt her fuck juices seeping from her velvety 
pussy. There was nothing she could do to stop it. 

He was crawling like a madman on top of her once more, his teeth cutting 
sharply at her chin. And then again his mouth was on top of hers, the 
pressure of his lips forcing hers back against her teeth. Desperately Kathy 
tried pulling away from her tormentor, twisting her body this way and that, 
forcing her tongue up, even trying to bite his. At times the girl forgot her 
wrists were still bound together and tried jerking her arms forward. The 
iron cut into her flesh, reminding her she was a complete prisoner of Brad's 
lust. And worst of all his prick fucking in, deeper and deeper, past where 
her cherry had once been anchored. 

His prick was gouging against the walls of her pussy. Brad grunted with 
pleasure, sliding his fingers down over her waist, then around her boyish 
hips to her asscheeks. The girl rolled from left to right, realizing to her 
horror that she was squirming against his cupping hands sexily. No, she 
couldn't help someone like this! She couldn't help him destroy her! And yet 
... and yet there was that burning fire deep in her, the flames of which 
scorched out the morality her mother had so carefully implanted. 

"Yeah, go for it, baby, come on, show ol' Brad what you can do." 

Kathy found herself wiggling and tilting her hips more and more, bucking 
them up from the rack in a strange way. She bit her lower lip and felt the 
muscles in her cunt contracting and convulsing with excitement. 

"Oh stop it! Stop this! Oh God, what are you doing to me?" 

Yet, try as she might, Kathy couldn't quite convince herself of the horror 
of this situation. Her mind was drinking in the joy of being fucked! Her 
body quivered at the heavy touch of Brad's cock and balls, at the feel of 
his hands gripping and pinching her flesh while his hips bumped and ground 
against hers again and again. It was starting to drive her out of her mind. 
It was so hot and tight and itchy down there in her pussy. 

"Man, man you're real soft baby. Soft and hot and slick down there," Brad 
groaned as Kathy tightened her pussy muscles. "Yeah, that's it, move that 
pussy, move it around for Brad." 

"Oooohhhhhh!" Another shiver moan came from deep in her throat as Kathy took 
more and more of his cock between her split thighs. 

The girl pushed her legs down straight on the rack and stretched them as far 
apart as she could, her heels brushing the splintery edges. She was all the 
way open now, her cuntlips peeled back as Brad fucked her wildly. She 
wondered for an instant how it looked down there, her cunt so stretched and 
swollen and slick with fuck juices. Closing her eyes, Kathy tried to imagine 
the scene, tried to picture her blonde young cunt fucked again and again by 
that thick, long prick, his balls slapping the underside of her ass. Just 
the image rushing through her mind made the girl hurry toward climax. 

Again and again Kathy tried jerking her hands free, twisting her wrists in 
the cuffs. The weight of Brad's body against her shoulders made her sockets 
throb with pain. If only he would undo those cuffs! How they hurt her so! 
But Brad was only thinking of one thing only-her cunt. Her tight, hot little 
pussy was convulsing while being fucked again and again by his cock. He kept 
telling her wonderful, awful things about the way her lithe body felt 
rubbing against his while he fucked her. 

"Uhhhhhh!" he moaned in her ear. 

Kathy sensed what that meant. His movements, his breathing, everything about 
him was building in a way that was different from before. Cumming! Yes, she 
could tell by the jerky way his muscular thighs were pounding against hers 
that he was close to climax. She felt something taking over his body, a 
driving need to dump his load in her cunt. And that same need was building 
in her too. In spite of the pain, in spite of the bondage, Kathy felt her 
cunt start to boil and tighten around Brad's prick. Yes, he was going to 
cum, going to shoot his spunk deep inside her. 

"Fuck it, fuck it!" Brad growled, fucking hard into the girl's pussy. 

Kathy cried out, her cuntal muscles spasming, sucking at the fat prick. She 
dug her fingernails once more into her palms, gasping and groaning while 
twisting as best she could under his body. The spasming in her pussy was 
getting worse and worse, building into a savage fury. 

Brad's fingers tightened around her shoulders, slamming her down again and 
again against the rack as if he wanted to kill her. Looking up through her 
long lashes, Kathy could see an animal-like fury in his black eyes while 
sweat dripped from his face. Hair hung in his eyes as he threw his head back 
and let out a hideous howl. He was cumming inside her! Kathy winced, feeling 
something hot and wet spurting against her cuntal walls while his prick 
jerked spasmodically. 

"Bitch!" He squirmed wildly, his face darkening and twisting as if someone 
had stabbed him in the back with a spear. 

The image stayed with the jerking, twisting girl, the image of a spear 
halving her body. Yes, that was what Brad's cock was, a wonderful spear 
stabbing again and again into her cunt, driving her mad with its hardness 
and stiffness. 

Then it was Kathy's turn. Blinding lights flashed behind her eyes as the 
itchy ache turned into something else, something much more wonderful that 
simple tension. She had felt something like this before while playing with 
herself in bed. But nothing had ever been this powerful, this overwhelming 
before. While Brad's cock continued to spit out more and more jizz, Kathy 
came with hurricane-like fury. She danced her ass wildly, her feet banging 
against the edge of the big rack while her tits jiggled from the force of 
her orgasm. 

Her fingers clawed at her ass, then at the rack as her cunt tightened, 
softened, then tightened again against Brad's shooting prick. She was 
milking him, sucking out more of his hot cum with her pussy while her body 
writhed against his. 

And above her Brad was grunting and lunging like a maniac. The girl had no 
idea a man could fuck a woman so deep and fast as he was doing now. How that 
friction burst into a golden fireball! Fighting for her breath, Kathy 
twisted her head to one side, feeling Brad's teeth scraping against her 
neck. His hands were all over her as they came and came and came. She could 
smell their sweat mingling, could smell his cum, her fuck juices joining as 
the seconds passed so slowly now. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Brad was licking the base of her throat now, feeling her asscheeks, 
squeezing them as if they were mounds of dough. And all the while his prick 
was still inside her pussy, still jerking a little while the mixture of cum 
and cunt juice oozed around his flaccid cock. Kathy stared up at the 
ceiling, her gaze drifting around to the walls where all those whips and 
riding crops hung. She shivered again. She supposed her luck was holding out 
so far. He hadn't used those hideous things on her body ... yet. 

"You're good, baby. Real good. You dig havin' your body fucked. I can tell 
that," Brad said, pulling up and staring hotly at the girl. 

"No, that isn't true," she sobbed, sucking in her lower lip and biting down 
hard. She couldn't look at him, couldn't look him in the face. She read the 
truth all too well in his eyes, and it terrified her! 

"Yeah, you keep tellin' yourself that," he said, chuckling softly. "And I'll 
keep fuckin' you. Sooner or later you're gonna figure it out for yourself. 
Meanwhile...." 

Brad pulled his cock out, lifting his body from hers. Kathy felt his 
softened prickshaft slid past her cuntlips. The girl shivered, feeling her 
cunt empty. How strange! She had fought, in her own way, to keep her 
virginity. But now there was a feeling of regret, of loneliness now that 
Brad had pulled his cock from her cunt. 

"You're a mess, baby," Brad said, toweling himself off, then staring at the 
girl stretched on he rack. "You gotta get cleaned up." 

Kathy felt exhausted. But obviously Brad was concerned only about his 
pleasure. Scooping her up in his arms, the big stud whisked her from the 
room, carrying her down the corridor, past the reception room, and into the 
what appeared to be a small kitchen. There, just beyond a low gas stove, was 
a door. 

"We keep this for people who want special kinds of discipline," Brad said, 
stretching out one hand and opening the door. 

Almost immediately Kathy could smell the distinct dampness of a cellar. They 
walked carefully down a set of narrow wooden steps, the stairs creaking 
under their weight. Everything was dark all around her. It wasn't until Brad 
reached the bottom that he put her down, turned and flicked on a light. 

Kathy squinted her eyes, blinking under the sudden bright illumination from 
a bare bulb hanging just above her. 

"Walk over there." 

With that, Brad reached down and unfastened the cuffs binding her wrists 
together. Kathy murmured her thanks, rubbing her wrists against one another, 
looking down at the faint pink marks the cuffs had made. 

"I said walk over there," Brad repeated, his voice harsh as gravel. 

The girl flinched, raising one shoulder protectively as she turned and began 
shuffling her bare feet over the concrete in the direction Brad pointed. It 
was still difficult for her to make out things down in the cellar. Twice she 
bumped against a box or something on the floor. 

"Stop." 

Kathy didn't make a move, folding her hands and arms over her tits. Her 
flesh was puckering up into goose pimples while her toes curled against the 
cold floor. Brad was doing something behind her. She could hear the sound of 
clattering against the floor. What now? Something else up her cunt? Was he 
going to electrocute her again, this time keeping her in the cellar so 
passers-by wouldn't hear her cries? There was little, Kathy felt, Brad 
wasn't capable of. 

"Turn around," he commanded. 

She hesitated only for a moment, still keeping her arms and hands folded 
over her tits. Slowly the trembling young blonde turned, blinking as she saw 
Brad standing there near the light with something in his hand. Before she 
had a chance to focus her eyes, she felt a blast of hot water smashing into 
her belly. 

"Oh!" 

The girl opened her mouth in surprise, falling backward, her arms flailing 
out to either side of her body. A stream of very warm water was playing up 
and down over her belly. Again Kathy stumbled backward, desperately trying 
to remain upright from the initial surprising blow. She skated and slid on 
the wet floor, her feet striking one another. There was a nearby cement pole 
she tried to get to, the spray sliding down to her thighs, then going back 
up to her tits. 

"Stop this! Oh God!" 

It was hard for her to talk, to breathe. The steaming jet of water roared 
and splashed in the cellar. Brad had to nearly shout to be heard. 

"This is how I clean sluts after church!" he cried. 

Kathy glared at him, wrapping her arms around the pole and feeling her feet 
still sliding out from under her. He had raped her with that awful dildo, 
taking her cherry away with it. And then he had thrown her on that rack, 
raping her with his prick, making her twist and rut under him like some kind 
of mindless Hollywood whore. And now he was degrading her in this awful way. 
In front of the girl a large black drain gurgled merrily as the water 
swirled around and around, disappearing down under the floor. 

And then Brad directed the hot water at her ankles, catching her by 
surprise. Her grip loosened around the pole and she staggered back. Another 
blow on the chin knocked the girl completely over. With a scream Kathy sat 
down hard on her ass, her spine rattling from the hard fall. 

"Like it, baby? Man, you like anything up, your pussy, even this water!" 

Brad was playing a new game with her, a game that left her panting and 
rutting once more like some sort of animal. He was directing the water on 
her crotch, moving the stream up and down, now hitting her tits, now 
directing it against her navel, and then finally moving it up and down 
against her fuck slot! 

Kathy tried covering her pussy with her fingers. But the touch of her hand 
against her sensitive pussy flesh was making her even hotter. As shameful as 
it was the girl felt herself become aroused under this awful torment. 

"No, no, stop it!" she cried. 

Kathy tried folding one leg over the other, tried turning around and keeping 
her back toward Brad. But he was an expert at this, playing the hose around 
and around her body, knocking her to her ass when she tried moving around, 
twisting back until she was facing him once more, her throbbing pussy 
exposed to the water. Oh, how that water hit her like a sharpened hammer, 
striking her clit again and again and setting up flashes of fire throughout 
her pussy. Kathy doubled up, dropping her hands to her cunt as a powerful 
blast of erotic sensation raced through her. 

Pounding her fists against the floor, Kathy dropped to her belly, sprawling 
out in front of him, her tits pillowing against the concrete and her body. 
Her blonde hair clung wetly to her cheeks and chin. How she wanted to get 
up, to get up and rush at Brad with outstretched fingers to claw out his 
eyes. But the throbbing in her cunt was too strong. 

And he was directing the water now in front of her face, sending a fine 
spray of droplets into her mouth and nose. It was impossible for her to 
breathe without taking in that water! She rolled back away from that awful 
stream, fighting to get free of the coils of hair tangling about her throat. 

Brad shot the water straight up between her long thighs now. The girl found 
herself hunching back at the stream involuntarily. What was she doing? It 
was like a delicious warm tongue sticking up and down her pussy, licking her 
clit, sucking her pussy. No, she couldn't let herself rut like this! 
Turning, Kathy tried again to get up. She managed to get into a 
half-standing position before Brad directed the stream right at her asshole. 
The hard stinging warm touch of water in her shitter caught the girl by 
surprise and once again she tumbled to the floor, striking her knees hard 
against the concrete. 

"Uhhhhh!" Kathy gasped, her slick body sliding on the smooth, wet concrete. 

Her flesh was reddening as the water massaged her again and again. She could 
feel her nipples growing hard and stiff, while all her cunt was tightening 
as if getting ready for another fuck. 

Brad moved closer now, sending the water cascading into the girl's face, 
then shooting it down into her cunt, and finally her asshole. Again and 
again Kathy tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance. 
He was working her body well, stimulating her with the stream, laughing 
whenever she tried hiding from him. 

"Yeah, baby, you dig havin' yourself washed down like this, right?" 

"No, no!" 

Kathy stopped, looking at him, then staring up the stairs. If only she could 
get to the stairs! If only she could reach them she would free herself. And 
then the girl thought about this place, thought about it posing as a church. 
A sharp laugh escaped her lips as she rolled onto her back. A church! 

"Yeah, baby, that's it, give it to me!" 

Brad directed the full force of the stream onto her pussy, the water making 
her cuntlips flutter open. Again Kathy found herself hunching back, fucking 
that stream of hot water! 

"Just got through fuckin' with me, and she wants it again," he muttered. 

The words brought her back. And now he was blasting the water against her 
tits. She could feel her itchy, stiffened nipples driving into the flesh of 
her tits. Then she felt the whole mass of each round tit hefting, lifting 
from the force of the stream. The outside heat of the water and the inner 
heat of her lust combined to make Kathy pant. "Oh no!" 

She put her hands over her face. The shame of crawling around on the floor, 
of rutting like some animal in front of Brad made her want to die. If only 
she could die, could faint, everything would be all right. With another 
groan, Kathy tried rolling over, but failed to do so. She rested on her 
back, sobbing as Brad played the hose from her tits to her cunt. 

The heavy rush of water on her clit and her cunt hole made the girl's hips 
rise and fall. Again she cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, 
letting her upraised knees fall open. Kathy tried to stop the mad growth of 
her cunt heat by holding her hands over the wet triangle of her blonde 
soaked cunt hole. But then Brad directed the water to her tits. The girl 
turned her head to one side, coughing and gasping for air. 

"Come on, baby, come on!" 

It wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. She 
could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and 
closing of her pussy muscles. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely 
exposed to the warm water. She hoped Brad would stop when she started to 
cum. If he kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything he did 
to her until her climax tapered off. 

Kathy found herself twisting her hips, actually searching for the stream. 
Her pussy was starting to feel more and more lusty. The tight, hot mass of 
feelings in her crotch accelerated, sharpening to a pinpoint as the water 
beat regularly at her clit. Kathy jerked to the right, her legs beating 
against the floor. It was happening, happening fast and hard. Her flesh 
squeaked against the cement floor as she gritted her teeth, waiting for the 
climax to wash over her. 

"Go for it!" Brad shouted. 

It nearly came, sweeping her into that wonderful abyss of sexual climax. But 
then Brad moved the water over to her tits, toying with them. Kathy cried 
out, feeling that wonderful knot of tension in her pussy slip a bit. 

"No, no!" 

How she wanted it, wanted to feel the overwhelming sharp, pinching waves of 
climax wash over her. But Brad was having fun doing this to her, playing her 
like some weird musical instrument, toying with her. 

"Want it, baby? Wanna feel a good hot cum again?" he groaned. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

She ground her teeth together even harder, wanting to pound the floor with 
her fists but unable to muster the strength. Oh, to cum, to cum! She wanted 
to climax under that water. 

And then he was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the 
flesh around her clit. It felt, oh yes, like a huge mouth sucking and 
licking at the top of her cunt mound. Kathy groaned, tensing herself, 
winding up for her big climax. She spread herself for the invading stream, 
feeling the vulgar thrill of the blast against her cunt and now her asshole. 
It was going to happen! Her climax was there, just out of reach. Straining 
internally and mentally, the girl lowered her hips, needing to feel that 
stream against her clit. The whole of her pussy was tied up in knots of 
hunger. 

"Fuck it out!" Brad called. 

Her hips rolled and circled, seeking out that last bit of pleasure. And then 
it happened! Explosion after explosion rocked her body, taking her breath 
away! She was cumming, exploding again and again with a force that shattered 
what was left of her mind. Kathy was strangling on her sobs, her breath 
driven out by the force of her climax. The bright cellar darkened. Kathy 
dragged her clawing fingers over the cement. This was too much, too much, 
these powerful climaxes, all happening within a short period of time. Surely 
this would kill her! 

"Oooooohhhhh!" Kathy moaned. 

"Come on, baby, come on and go for it! Come on, cum with the fuckin' water." 

Brad still played the stream over her convulsing pussy, making her climax 
last longer than she had ever hoped it would! Every square inch of her skin 
tightened, stretched over her bones. Even the wrinkly areolas tightened 
until the surface of each tit hurt from the compressing flesh. Kathy crawled 
up to the water heater, her face still twisted away from Brad so she could 
breathe. 

The tormented, still-cumming girl reached out, trying to climb up. The water 
splashed between her shoulders, pinning her to the warm, rumbling cylinder 
of the water heater. Another powerful spasm made her tremble, then collapse. 
With a groan of defeat, Kathy slipped to the floor once more, one arm draped 
protectively over her face. The whole world seemed to crash down around her 
and filter into her cunt. The water stopped, and the girl fell into a dark, 
beautiful silence. 

Kathy had lost consciousness. The girl had no idea for how long she had been 
in a faint. When she came to, everything was dark once more. 

"My God!" She whispered to herself, wondering where on earth she was. 

As her head cleared, the girl realized she was standing up, her arms unable 
to come up to her chest. Was she tied once more? Twisting her head around, 
the girl realized she was in some sort of box, some sort of mummy case! 

"Help! Oh God!" Her voice was hoarse, her body trembling at the thought of 
being buried alive in this hideous place! 

She hated having her body restricted this way! Shuffling sounds outside the 
case told her Brad was nearby. 

"Please, take me out of this place," Kathy pleaded in a trembling voice. 

There was no sound. Then a faint scraping brought the girl around. At this 
point Kathy realized there were a myriad of small holes all around her, 
admitting in small drafts of air and points of light. What were they for? 
Her question was answered quickly as something rubbed against her throat. At 
first the girl shrank back in sheer panic, fearing it might be some sort of 
hideous little beast Brad had admitted. Then she realized it was a long, 
narrow, sharp object. A knitting needle, most likely, and it was now 
touching her throat! 

"No!" she screamed. 

But then the girl realized she shouldn't scream or make any sudden moves. 
That thing would pierce her flesh! Struggling to keep quiet, Kathy dug her 
fingernails into her firm white thighs and fought for control. 

I must not move, must not, she told herself again and again as the needle 
twisted around against her flesh, then finally pulled back. 

The girl felt her muscles relax and heaved a sigh of relief. Her joy was 
short-lived, however. Another needle, and finally a third slid through the 
small openings near her tits. The girl heard the steady advances of the 
needles and felt her blood pressure rise accordingly. 

Her breathing increased, her nostrils flaring and burning with the oxygen 
she sucked in. In a moment she felt the sharp touch of the needles against 
her nipples! Brad was very good in approximating where the various parts of 
her body were! And now he was pressing forward more, twisting the needles 
around and around, nearly piercing her areolas! Kathy sobbed, beating her 
knuckles against the wood. He would mutilate her! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Stop it! Oh stop!" 

Brad was careful not to break her skin, arousing her while threatening the 
terrified girl. Again Kathy beat the sides of the box with a steady rhythm, 
her teeth grinding against each other while something very strange was 
happening to her cunt. She was feeling a hot tension again! God in heaven, 
she was becoming aroused by this torture. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped. 

Was she turning into something hideous like her mother? Was there something 
inherited in her family, some sick trait that made her respond to this kind 
of horrid treatment? 

"Nooooo!" she moaned. 

The needles remained, pressing hard against her nipples. Kathy pressed her 
shoulder blades against the hard wood behind her, curling her toes against 
the floor, begging Brad again and again to stop this awful treatment. There 
were times when she could hear him breathing, could even hear him laughing 
at her cries. But not once did he back off. The girl threw her head back, 
striking the rear panel of the box as two more needles began threading their 
way into the box. 

"Take this one, baby. This one's got a special mission." 

The scraping sound was coming from below. Kathy already could well guess 
what was going to happen now. She heard the scraping sound increase, heard 
the needle slipping through the tiny hole toward her cunt. Closing her eyes, 
clenching her fists, she waited. Then there was the sensation of something 
touching her cunt hairs, something crawling like a snake through them and 
aiming right for her clit! 

"Oh no!" she whispered. 

Another needle and yet another slipped through more holes. In a moment all 
three were pricking her cuntlips, one of them touching the sensitive area 
just below her clit zone. Kathy thought she was dying with fear and pleasure 
as the needles pricked her cunt again and again, twisting in her feathery 
soft pussy flesh. 

"No, no, no!" Kathy bawled and yowled, battering the sides of the box with 
her fists until her knuckles were red from the blows. 

The cellar echoed with her cries while those hideous needles were doing 
their work. Her belly tightened while her naked ass jiggled up and down 
against the wood behind her. No more! no more! The girl had had enough of 
this church. She had to escape, get away from this madman before he killed 
her. 

The needles backed off, then came again, this time twisting more furiously. 
Kathy screamed, throwing her head from left to right, feeling the gentle 
splashing of her hair against her throat and jiggling tits. It was as if he 
had those awful electric clamps on her again, sending jolts of electricity 
rushing through her body! Then a wild thought raced through her mind. She 
had to be fucked again! Fuck. The word, as livid and real as the needles 
pricking her, filled her with a new strength and desire. Yes, she had to 
fuck him, had to fuck someone! 

Kathy sagged against the wooden box, gasping and sobbing, feeling so hot she 
thought her body would explode into flames. 

And then the door opened, a burst of cool damp air striking her flesh. Brad 
caught her as she fell forward, holding her back against the case by the 
shoulders, fanning his fingers out against her tits. 

"Had enough?" 

"Oh God, God, why are you doing this to me?" she gasped. 

The firm, warm touch of his finger against her body made the girl gasp even 
more. Kathy tried to tense her muscles, tried to stand up on her own. But 
she was only a limp rag, a doll pressed up against the box behind her. He 
had drained her of everything-of morals, of will, of strength. The torture 
had been too good. Kathy could well understand now why her mother had 
sacrificed herself to this church. 

"You came in here and wanted to find out about this. I own part of it, 
service part of the ... the congregation," Brad said, his lips curling into 
a sarcastic smile as he pushed his face against hers. "You're too young for 
the public congregation. But I got a feeling you might be just right for our 
Sunday School." 

He was mocking God, the church, everything holy and good. Then why was Kathy 
smiling weakly? Why did she find herself leaning against him, panting like a 
dog, wanting him to touch her more, to ... to fuck her? 

"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned. 

"You don't get enough, do you? Greedy little bitch, 'specially after 
somebody tapped your Goddamned cherry!" 

How she hated him still, and yet needed him desperately. The sex hunger he 
had awakened in her could be satisfied only by pleasing the sadist in him, 
the masochist in her. 

"Okay, baby, fucked on the floor ... like a Goddamned bitch." 

Twisting her around, Brad forced Kathy on the ground, making her kneel on 
her hands and knees. In a moment she felt his arm encircling her waist, 
drawing her closer up against him while his prick stiffened up against her 
ass. Yes, he was going to fuck her doggie style, fuck her like the gutter 
bitch she was! 

Kathy growled when he reached up and pinched her right nipple, twisting her 
nip around and around between his thumb and forefinger so hard she thought 
she would piss. 

"Uhhhh!" 

And then his cock was in! Oh yes, his prick was in, his prick touching those 
trembling, sensitive pussy walls once more. Only this time their fuck was in 
a new position, the feeling of that prick pressing against her clit from the 
underside while her tits hung sexily down from her upper chest. He began 
fucking his prick harder and harder against her ass, the force of his 
forward fucking blows jerking her body up off the floor more than once. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted. 

His cock was going in deep, the way she liked it. Sparks of incredible 
goodness showered into her pussy, touching all those wonderful spots that 
made her grunt and growl. Her knees scraped against the wet concrete. 
Through her curtaining blonde hair, Kathy saw the box, saw the discarded 
green rubber garden hose that had tormented her earilier. Then she saw 
nothing but golden lights exploding in front of her. 

There was more grunting behind her ass, the touch of Brad's harsh fingers 
clawing at her jiggling, swinging tits. And then he was cumming, spraying 
her cunt once more with his jizz, his hands clawing at her belly while 
squirt after spurt of jizz filled her cunt. 

And once more it was over. Once again Kathy lay spent and exhausted on the 
floor, her hands clawing at the smooth, cold concrete surface while Brad 
pulled out of her and slapped Kathy hard across the ass. The girl moaned, 
her shoulders tensing from the blow. 

"You're done, baby, Can't fuck around with you any more. But you come back 
later ... maybe tonight and I promise you, you'll have one hell of a good 
time here. Maybe we can even get some of the parishioners down here to help 
you ... find God." Brad laughed, helping the girl up to her feet, then 
shoving her roughly forward toward the stairs. 

Kathy clung to the railing, hauling her body up the stairs as if she were 
made of lead. She could hardly see. All the girl wanted to do was sleep, 
crash down on the floor and regain her strength. But Brad wanted her out of 
the church fast. 

Mustering what little strength she had, the girl toweled herself off and 
dressed, eyeing the big man all the time, waiting for him to turn around and 
change his mind and begin beating her once more. But nothing of the sort 
happened. Dressing, the stud waited, leaning against the wall of that 
torture room upstairs, hands folding over his massive chest as Kathy 
gingerly drew up her shorts, then slipped her tight-fitting halter over her 
tits and buckled it shut. 

"Dressing like that, you'll probably get fucked on the way home," he 
commented wryly, taking her by the arm and leading her to the rear door. 
"Maybe you'll come through the door next time like everybody else and not 
through ... say, how the fuck did you know about this place?" uo 

"I ... I read about it in the paper and was curious and...." 

She blanched, seeing what Brad was staring at-the window. He could never 
know about her mother and her! No, she could never let anyone find out how 
she knew what kind of place this really was! 

"Yeah, I guess," he muttered, pushing Kathy out the back door, then locking 
it shut. 

"My God!" she gasped. 

How normal everything looked around her as she stood on the rear stoop, 
peering through the field next door. The sun was up, the cars wooshing back 
and forth on the boulevard only a few hundred feet away. Overhead a bird was 
chattering to its mate. And yet ... and yet how everything had changed! 

Feeling more tears welling up, Kathy covered her face with both hands, 
fighting for control. No, she couldn't break down here, not in the middle of 
nowhere. She would rush home, up to the safety of her bedroom where she 
could sort things out. 

Quickening her pace, Kathy fought back the tears, leaving behind her the 
church with that odious sign planted in front-"Reality is Oneness." 

* * * 

Later that afternoon Betty had returned from shopping at the mall, surprised 
to find her daughter at home-or apparently so. She could hear the sounds of 
the radio playing through her daughter's closed and locked bedroom door, and 
Kathy had murmured something when she called up to her. Teenagers! Betty 
shrugged, feeling at sea when she thought of her daughter. Somehow she would 
have to get through that all Kathy had erected! Shaking her head, Betty 
began sifting through her purchases. Halfway through the woman realized this 
evening was another church meeting, that thought making her tremble. Sitting 
down on a kitchen chair, Betty drew her fingers against her lips. Could she 
go through with it one more time? Hadn't she had enough? Hadn't she exposed 
herself to the limits of sexuality once too often? And then the memory of 
Brad and the other man came to her, almost as vividly as if the two men had 
been standing right in front of her there in the kitchen. She trembled, 
letting out a small moan through her fingertips. That warm, tickling 
sensation all over her flesh was starting up again, the sensation that had 
weakened her before. She hadn't wanted to think of fucking again. The memory 
of that night, however, was too hot for her to ignore. Even the thought of 
leaving Kathy alone dimmed next to the idea of going to bed with those 
animals at the church. Church. 

Betty smiled cynically at that word. How they had perverted that 
institution, and all in the name of perversion and getting a tax break. What 
a combination! Betty smiled more broadly, cupping one hand under her large 
and still firm tits. Yes, she would go to that meeting. As horrid as it was, 
as degrading as it would probably prove to be, Betty knew it would be 
useless to fight the feeling rising in her. She had tried before and failed. 
Now she knew what awaited her, and that knowledge was overpoweringly 
persuasive. Sighing she finished putting away her purchases, wondering what 
she would tell Kathy. 

Time passed quickly. Before she knew it Betty saw it was nearly seven 
o'clock. The scheduled meeting was for seven-thirty, and still Kathy hadn't 
come out of her room. She said she was ill and didn't want anything to eat. 
Glancing nervously at her wristwatch one more time, Betty felt a twinge of 
guilt, that feeling supplanted quickly by one of overwhelming lust. No, she 
wouldn't think twice about what she was doing. Thinking twice only brought 
on those silent conversations with God, with her own gnawing conscience. 
There was the church with men like Brad in it-everything else, at least at 
this point, came second. 

Biting her lower lip, Betty took pen in hand, scribbling a hurried note 
about going to church and being back around midnight or so. There was plenty 
of food in the fridge. Sighing, she put down the pen and turned, patting her 
hair into a neat pattern before the mirror. Yes, she was attractive, damned 
attractive. And to think children her daughter's age thought her over the 
hill. 

I could show them a few things, Betty thought wickedly, wincing at her own 
boldness and darting a nervous look up the stairs as if Kathy could overhear 
her thoughts. No, that was silly. 

Heaving another sigh, she marched out the door, closing it quietly, feeling 
as if she were a sneak thief. It was a lovely night for a walk. 

I shouldn't go ... I just shouldn't, Betty thought, the vibrations of her 
high heels against the concrete sidewalk sending delicious sympathetic 
ripples up and down her sensitive thighs. How her cuntlips began to swell, 
to tingle that delicious way that took her breath. She wondered if all women 
felt that way as they strolled down the boulevards. Was that why they wore 
heels-for the thrill of those vibrations tickling their clits? How her 
nipples stiffened and itched madly under her dress! It was the thought of 
what lay before her, the thought of that horrid, wonderful congregation of 
sadists and masochists she had accidentally stumbled onto when reading an 
article. 

There it is, she said to herself, stopping at the corner and catching her 
breath. There was still time. She could still back out. Betty paused for 
only a minute, her brain racing madly with lust. No, she couldn't back out. 
She had made up her mind long ago, giving herself over to this. Squaring her 
shoulders, Betty walked determinedly to the house. Bright lights shone 
through the heavy curtains over the front window. There was Brad's jeep 
parked to the side. She stopped again at the foot of the wooden stairs, 
feeling her heart racing. He had done so much to her the last time. And now 
she felt he would do even more. No silent conversations. Nothing but the 
sheer pleasure of seduction, of the pain that always accompanied the 
pleasure she felt. 

Once inside and having shown her church card to the receptionist, Betty 
walked the silent corridor, the silence broken by an occasional cry from 
behind one of the closed doors. She shuddered, stopping at the third door on 
the left. From underneath she saw the light billowing out. Brad was in 
there, waiting for her, according to the receptionist. Brad and that prick; 
Brad and the way he had of hurting and yet pleasing her! 

"Yeah, baby, take your fuckin' clothes off," he said, rubbing his crotch as 
Betty stepped in. 

"No hello, nothing but this?" she remarked, closing the door behind her and 
taking in the handsome rugged man in front of her. He had already slipped 
off his church robe, his Levi's now half unbuttoned down the front. Betty 
heaved a sigh of arousal, seeing the clear outline of his prick pressing 
against the front of his jeans. 

"That's all you get, baby. That's all you're worth." 

It was the start of the game, of the game that she had longed for all day. 
Setting down her purse, Betty began unbuttoning her dress, reaching around 
and slowly unhooking the small cloth clasps. 

"Too damned slow," he muttered, slapping his thighs, then walking around to 
her and tearing open the top of her dress. 

"No! Don't, this dress cost me...." 

"Shaddup!" 

Jerking his hand up, Brad brought it down, backhanding the blonde hard 
across the jaw. "Agghghhh!" 

The top of her dress ripped in the back and Betty fell to the left, her head 
snapping around from the force of the savage blow. Losing her balance, she 
topped over a chair, upsetting her purse on the floor. Grasping the back of 
the chair, Betty again slipped, her body sliding over the seat, then 
tumbling completely onto the floor with a sickening thud. 

"Oh God ... ," she moaned. 

She tried getting up, both hands on either side of her head. Betty managed 
to push her torso up, her long blonde hair hanging on either side of her 
head and brushing over her whitened knuckles. It was then that Brad raised 
one booted foot and pressed the sole against the back of her neck. 

"Unnnnffff!" she gasped. 

He pressed down, shoving the woman's face into the dirty floor. 

"Oh stop ... uhhh...." 

The pressure increased, his heel digging into the small of her neck while 
his sole threatened to crush her skull. Betty tried screaming, but the force 
of his boot seemed to knock the wind from her. Her arms pushed out from her 
body, the fingers clawing at the wooden floor. Again she cried out in 
muffled tones, her tongue sliding out from her mouth while her eyes bulged. 
He was choking her, stepping on her neck and choking her. And all the while 
the savage was laughing at her distress. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"No, no!" 

He was stepping even harder on her neck, pressing down, rubbing his dirty 
sole back and forth, kicking that small bulge at the base of her skull at 
times, then drawing the heel of that boot down until it was cracking her 
spine. 

Betty tried rolling around, tried reaching back and grasping the offending 
ankles. But Brad had positioned himself well, keeping well away from her 
fingers. 

"You're really hurting me. Oh God, please, please stop it!" she cried. 

"Yeah, stop it," he mocked. 

Things were going too far. Much too far! Betty had expected some of this. 
But not the pain, not the threat of mutilation! 

"Up!" he commanded. 

The boot was gone! Catching her breath, gasping air, the woman slowly drew 
her hands under her body, pushing upward. How her shoulders ached, how her 
spine seemed to throb with pain as she tried shoving herself into a kneeling 
position. Betty managed to get halfway up when she felt that awful boot 
again, this time kicking her in the ass. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

He laughed again, laughed cruelly as the toe caught her right between the 
asscheeks. Screaming, her arms shooting out from under her, Betty pitched 
forward and fell, her chin striking the floor. Stars and blue lights flashed 
in front of her while her legs and arms sprawled to either side of her body. 

"You got the picture of what we're gonna do already. I had a visitor this 
morning, some little cunt who got turned onto this shit. Maybe she'll come 
around tonight and we'll have a nice threesome," Brad taunted, sliding one 
toe under her ribcage and jerking his leg up. Betty rolled onto her side, 
dropping both arms protectively over her belly. 

She looked up at him, feeling a sensation of complete helplessness wash over 
her. He was all-powerful, someone who held the power of life and death over 
her. Another shudder raced through her body and soul, making Betty groan 
softly under her panting breath. 

"And I think I told you to get the fuck undressed," Brad said. 

With that he reached down and ripped at her clothes, his fingers unbuttoning 
some clasps, tearing others until the garment hung loosely from her 
shoulders. Betty offered some resistance at first. But then she realized 
nothing was going to stop him. In the end he tore the dress from her body, 
kicking it into a useless crumple in the corner. It was then she realized 
she was in the main torture room-the room wtih all the whips and riding 
crops hanging threateningly on the wall, the room with that huge cross. 
Hugging her body, Betty had rarely felt this vulnerable. Her bra and panties 
clung damply to her tits and cunt respectively. Brad stood in front of her, 
curling his fingers up rapidly, a motion that told her to stand. 

Keeping her eyes lowered, Betty did as he indicated, her knees shaking, 
rubbing quickly against one another while her flesh puckered up into goose 
pimples. Brad traced one finger along the shoulder strap of her halter, 
grinning sheepishly, then moving quickly, twisting that finger around and 
breaking the thin band of material. 

"Oh!" Betty cried, the bra falling quickly from her tits. 

"Don't be so fuckin' modest," Brad growled, knocking her hands away from her 
tits. "I seen 'em before-sucked on 'em even." 

But Betty couldn't help her reaction, covering her now-naked tits with the 
tops of her arms. Brad walked back to his shirt, pulling out his lighter. He 
moved back to her, flicking the top back and forth, back and forth until the 
clicking sound became maddening. 

"I like big tits like yours, baby. And yours don't sag-that's pretty damned 
unusual for a woman your age. Yeah, that's what I dig." 

In a moment Betty felt her nipples stiffening again, growing red with 
arousal at his touch. Brad noticed it too, remarking about how she looked. 

"Nice, baby, nice and hard-tipped. You've got good red nipples. I like 'em 
like that-hard, glowing, just like this." 

He flicked the flint wheel, sparks igniting a blue/orange flame. Betty 
sucked in a raspy breath, her eyes widening as she saw the fire flickering 
in the draft. 

"You know, a nipple can get even redder than what you got," Brad said, 
drawing the flame closer toward her tits. 

Brad was holding the lighter only inches away from her tits. Already the 
woman could feel the heat radiating from the flame. She stood very still, 
taking in a deep breath and holding it. This action made her tits stand out 
even more. Brad let one hand slide down to his crotch, the fingers working 
slowly over his tenting prick. His eyes fastened onto hers he brought the 
flame of the lighter to within one inch of her nipple. Betty flinched, 
starting to take a step back. 

"Don't move, baby, unless you want me settin' fire to your head." 

She froze, the words chilling her blood. Again Betty looked down at the 
fire, scraping her fingernails nervously along her thighs. The heat was 
making the tiny nubs stand up even more while beads of perspiration trickled 
out from under her arms. Anxiety and fear flooded through the woman as the 
heat increased. Oh, it was starting to burn her nipple! It was starting to 
hurt. But something else was stirring deep inside her, that something that 
had drawn her to this church in the first place, something that had drawn 
her away from her daughter and into Brad's embrace. 

"Oh!" 

The fire moved back a little, then slipped toward her right nipple once 
more. Again 

Betty shivered, that shiver coursing through her body making Brad smile. The 
sadist in him was enjoying her reaction. And even more enjoyable to someone 
like Brad, Betty knew, was the actual dealing out of terrifying pain. 

"Please...." she started to beg. 

As Betty stared, the big stud moved the lighter closer and closer. She could 
smell the burning fluid, smell the acrid aroma of flaming gasoline as the 
rubbery flesh began to pucker up from the increased heat. And when he 
touched it to her nipple the woman couldn't believe it. No one would be that 
savage, that cruel. And then there was a searing, agonizing pain, a shock of 
displeasure that made Betty scream, jerk her head around and fall backward. 
One hand shot up, the fingers rubbing her injured nipple while she stared 
angrily at him. 

"No, baby," he told her, snapping the lighter top down, then smacking her 
face with his other hand. Betty cried out again, feeling his opened fingers 
smacking her face hard. "Got some pigs here who can't take pain. You can 
take anything, I know that. You wanna take anything." 

"No, that isn't true, just isn't true," Betty groaned. "We'll see." 

Brad moved to the cabinet near the door, remembering for a moment the young 
girl he had raped so brutally that afternoon and remarking to himself the 
resemblance between Betty and her. Pulling open the creaking doors, the 
young stud fished around the various devices lining the sagging shelves, 
pulling out finally a double set of cuffs and a black leather studded dog 
collar with several clamps and hooks sewn into the surface. 

"Here, put on your new necklace," he said, slipping the leather around 
Betty's neck and fastening it tightly around the back. The woman let out a 
hissing sigh through her clenched teeth, feeling it nearly choking her 
windpipe shut. Automatically Betty curled her fingers around the collar. But 
Brad told her to keep her hands to her sides unless she wanted his boot back 
up her ass. She did as she was told, her nostrils flaring and her mouth 
opened to drag in more air. 

"Bend over, now!" 

Another whimper, another act of obedience. Doing as she was told, Betty 
placed her wrists atop her ankles, bending at the waist, feeling the sexy, 
vulnerable sensation of her tits swinging out from her chest and nearly 
brushing over the floor. 

"Good, real good." 

Brad worked quickly, slipping the first cuff of one pair around her right 
wrist, then stretching out the small linked chain out and opening the second 
cuff, securing it finally around her right ankle. Betty moaned, looking at 
the strange device, then tilting her chin up and moving her head back to 
ease the pressure of the leather dog collar against her throat. 

The second set of cuffs was applied more quickly, affixing her left wrist 
and ankle together. Brad stepped behind her, slipping both hands under her 
thighs, rubbing the fingers on either side of the elastic legbands of her 
panties. Betty closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip, feeling 
those chilly rushes of sexual heat rippling up and down her pussy. That 
rubbing, that delicious teasing tubbing of his fingers along her thighs and 
pussylips was driving her mad. And it was hard to suck in air to feed her 
aroused body. The more he touched her, the more he slipped his fingers 
around her crotch nearly brushing them against her pussy the more air she 
had to suck in past that choking, restraining collar! Betty's face reddened, 
her breaths coming in strangled gasps. 

"Ohhhhhh yeahhh, real nice to fuck this way," Brad sighed, rubbing his 
tented crotch up against Betty's ass. "Fucked a young kid like this today. 
Maybe you'll dig it toe." 

Backing off, Brad made Betty walk toward the rack, stopping her when her 
head was nearly touching the edge. She waited, hearing him rustling around 
in the cabinet for something else. Another chain! This one he attached to 
the bottom of the leather collar she wore, drawing the free end of the links 
to her right ankle cuff. "Uhhhhh...." 

She was bound completely now, her neck attached to her right wrist and 
ankle, that collar seeming to choke her even more. Brad was bending down 
behind her now, his face pushed up against the silken material of her 
panties, his breath blowing against her ass. She could feel it, feel his 
tongue starting to wet the material. In a moment it was as if she were 
wearing nothing, his fingers and thumbs pressing against the muscles of her 
thighs while his tongue was teasing under the legbands of her briefs. 

Betty groaned, twisting her wrists in the cuffs, sucking in more air with 
difficulty as that wonderful tongue edged closer and closer to her slit. 

"Oh my God ... ohhhhh nooooo...." 

She was going mad, feeling her knees grow weak with trembling. Brad was 
going wild behind her, his tongue slopping over the tender inner skin of her 
thigh. Each beautiful lick was bringing out more and more juice from her 
cunt hole, the fuck fluids wetting down the narrow nylon crotch panel 
pressing against her snatch. 

"Ohhhhh yeahhh, baby, come on, come on, you dig havin' this done to you. It 
ain't right, but you dig havin' your cunt sucked." 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Betty admitted, shamelessly wagging her ass from side to 
side as if she were a gutter bitch in heat. 

"And you smell good, too, real good, like a good bitch." 

It was wonderful, lovely friction, his hot wet tongue against her warming, 
wet panties. He was nuzzling his nose up against her crotch panel now, 
forcing the nylon to sop up the fuck juice oozing from her pussy. He was 
tasting and smelling her, his fingers now curling up around the waistband of 
her panties and tugging them down. Betty shivered, feeling the wet nylon 
peeling slowly from her fuzzy cuntlips, edging down past her thighs and 
finally falling down around her ankles. She was naked now, stark naked, her 
cunt completely exposed! Brad sighed another filthy remark about her pussy, 
then went back to licking her cunt. She could feel his hot panting breath 
tickling her cunt curls as he drenched her pussy over and over again. 

"Oh, oh...." she groaned. 

In a way Betty didn't want to think of what was happening to her. This man 
was touching her and doing things to her no one ever had done. She should 
feel nothing but shame and revulsion here. But all Betty could feel was the 
hunger of her body, a hunger that was forcing out all thoughts except those 
dealing with Brad and what he was doing to her. Again she moaned softly, 
twisting her body around, feeling his breath blowing up into her damp 
asscrack while his fingers worked up and down her thighs. The chains rattled 
against her wrists as her body shivered once more. If he kept this up she 
could cum right in his mouth! 

Brad pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Fuck juice 
flowed from her hole freely now, streaking her shivering white thighs, 
mixing with the big stud's spit. 

"You wanna get fucked?" 

"Oh God, don't ask me that ... please," Betty begged, trying to hold onto 
some shred of decency. 

"Yeah, don't gimme that. I'll do it, baby. I'll fuck you till you scream. 
But first I'm gonna make you hotter than you ever been ... or gonna get." 

Brad moved to where the metal dildo still stood, fixed to the top of the 
three-legged stool Kathy had been imprisoned on earlier. Removing the silver 
tape, Brad picked up the long cylinder, examining it. He hadn't cleaned the 
instrument other than wiping off the blood from her torn cunt on the 
surface. Bringing it up to his nose, he could still faintly smell the girl's 
pussy on the metal. He smiled, turning and staring right at the two fleshy 
ass mounds facing him. 

The wires were still attached to the base of that thing. Sliding his fingers 
rhythmically up and down the smooth surface, Brad walked over to Betty once 
more, reaching one hand out and caressing her asscheeks, one thumb sliding 
up and down her asscrack. Betty sucked in a ragged breath, holding it while 
her head began to pound painfully. 

She felt one finger linger around the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. She 
could feel the jagged nail rubbing up and down. And then suddenly his finger 
was sticking into her asshole, shoving in until it stopped at the second 
joint! 

Betty tried pitching forward, but the ankle and wrist cuffs prevented her 
from moving much. A hot flash of agony rushed from her violated asshole to 
her clit, making that tiny sex center stand up with arousal. 

"Take it out! Oh God, take it out!" she yammered wildly as Brad kept 
twisting the digit around and around in her ass. 

"Feels nice and hot and tight in there, Betty. You ever been butt-fucked 
before?" 

"No! No!" 

Her forehead wrinkled, her eyes rounding in growing terror as the thought of 
having Brad's prick up her ass seared her mind. Something that big, that 
thick fucking in and out of her ass? Surely he would injure something with 
his cock if he were serious. Again the woman tried walking away, putting one 
foot in front of the other, jerking her head forward with that move and 
nearly strangling herself from the resulting pressure against her dog 
collar. Oh, Brad had been clever all right, making sure every movement would 
be a torment to her. 

"I ain't gonna fuck you up the ass, if that's what you're worried about," he 
said, taking the dildo and rubbing the cold metallic surface up against her 
asscrack. Betty let out another hissing gasp, her ass flesh wrinkling and 
trembling under that touch. "I ain't gonna dirty up my cock with no shit. 
But I got somethin' here that's gonna make things easier for me." 

"No!" Betty's voice rose in intensity, a distinct tremor making it higher 
pitched as she felt the cold, round thing sliding down, down toward her 
asshole! 

The woman didn't have to be told what was going to happen. She had seen 
artificial cocks like those hanging around the walls of the church more than 
occasionally. But they were for women who enjoyed that sort of thing, 
preferred something false to a man's prick. 

"Please, don't!" 

Her hands jerked against her ankles once more, the muscles ribbing against 
her flesh as she felt the metal dildo rubbing up against her warm asshole. 
Brad was purposely taking his time, angling the cock until it was parallel 
to the floor. She felt the pressure increasing against her asshole and bent 
her knees a little more. 

Her protests died into a soft murmur as the pressure grew even more against 
her shitter. Betty's breathing became more labored as the dildo pushed in, 
puckering her asshole inward. Her knees bent a little more while a pain 
began to radiate out from her ass. 

"Ohhhh...." 

Brad began twisting the dildo, corkscrewing it in deeper, deeper, the metal 
disappearing gradually between the stretched shitter lips. The woman cried 
out again, jerking her head from left to right, her eyes closed as 
perspiration now made her flesh gleam under the overhead lights. 

"Come on, in, in!" Brad grunted. Brad slapped her again and again with his 
free hand, his opened fingers reddening her ass until her ass was on fire. 

Betty heard his breathing whistling as the blazing agony of her ass radiated 
out to her cunt. Juice ran from the mouth of her pussy down her thighs, 
mingling with her sweat. Brad let out another curse, then shoved down and in 
with that dildo a little harder. Betty twisted, her arms tensing, her 
fingernails breaking against the floor. She could feel her spine tensing as 
Brad fucked in a little more. And then, with a sudden, piercing shock of 
agony, that smooth metal dildo was slipping in past her tightened ass ring. 
Betty thought she was going to faint. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Eeeieyeyyiiiii ... aggghghhhhhh!" 

Her body was split open, torn in two as if someone had taken a chain saw to 
her thighs and slipped it up to her shattered skull! Betty screamed louder 
and louder, feeling as if Brad had taken her guts and shoved them all up to 
her belly. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of 
her asshole. Never, never before had she experienced such agony. And he was 
still pushing that awful dildo in, twisting around and around, driving the 
metal cock up into her ass while laughing at her distress. 

"Got a hungry ass, eh, Sister Betty? You got a real hungry butt that wants 
to suck that thing in, right? Man, it wants that dildo real awful bad!" 

"No, no!" 

Betty felt the obscene slickness of the dildo against her shitter, felt it 
pressing against her tightening ass lining. More and more slid in. And then 
it stopped! Betty opened her eyes, staring at the floor and murmuring her 
thanks. The muscles around the metal prick were still painfully cramped, 
threatening to tear any moment. But at least that shoving, ripping agony was 
over. Betty tried to force herself to relax, tried to force her ass to 
accept the dildo. 

"And that ain't all that's takin' place here, baby." 

More? Oh God, there was more? Brad was moving back to the rack, fiddling 
around with something. Then there was a click immediately followed by a 
humming sound. Before the woman was able to think about what was going on, a 
shocking kind of warmth made her ass churn and her belly tighten. 
Electricity! Oh God, that thing up her ass was attached to a generator, and 
Brad was shooting electricity up her ass. 

"God! Oh no, no, don't electrocute me like this! My God, don't ... oh 
please!" 

Again the woman tried jerking her hands away from the chains holding them 
prisoner. Again the cuffs held firm. Brad turned to his half-willing victim. 
Her eyes were glazed and wide, spit oozing from her mouth as he increased 
the voltage. Yeah, she was just like that girl earlier that day, screaming 
for him not to hurt her, and yet taking everything he could throw at her ... 
and then some. Twisting the dial around the big man sent another increase up 
through the jiggling black wires. 

Betty thought sparks were coming out of the chains attached to her wrists 
and ankles. Her nipples blushed more darkly while her cuntlips were slick 
with fuck juice spilling more and more from her cunt. Gasping in lungfuls of 
air, the woman begged Brad several times to turn off the electricity. But 
all he did was twist that awful dial around, sending another jolt into her 
ass. 

"Yagghghhhhhh...." she screamed. 

This jolt was stronger than to just raise goose flesh. Betty felt her 
muscles convulsing, felt the dildo in her ass jumping around. Was it 
jerking, or was it her muscles spasming from the electricity rushing up into 
her guts? Her mind whirled confusingly around and around as she shivered. 
How her pussy and tits ached. Jerking her head up, feeling the choking, 
restraining chains around her throat and wrists, the woman began to shiver 
more convulsively. There would be more. Oh yes, there would be more! The 
waiting for the ultimate pain made her cunt and nipples itch so. And how her 
ass felt, so hot and yet so clogged with that awful metal prick! Each surge 
made her think she was going to disgrace herself by shitting all over the 
floor. 

"Yeah, baby, gonna fry you up good, make you so fuckin' hot you won't know 
or care what the hell's happenin' to you. You're gonna find God, Sister 
Betty." 

Betty believed it. Already her mind was out at sea, whorls of color swirling 
around, making her oblivious to everything except her pussy and that awful 
thing shoved up her ass. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

Brad moved the dial, setting it up yet another notch. As the electricly 
surged through her body, Betty jerked, biting down hard on her lower lip. 
Her temples throbbed and ached, while a wild buzzing seemed to fill her 
ears. Was it coming from the machine behind her, or was it rattling around 
inside her head? She didn't know, bent over that way, her body trapped by 
the chains and cuffs. Brad was laughing harder behind her, feeling her butt, 
then twisting the dial up yet again. 

"Go for it, baby, come on, move that butt, move it around, show me you can 
really take that metal dick up your shitter!" 

Her nipples felt swollen to the point of being raw. The muscles in her belly 
knotted until they cramped while her bowels churned wildly. And, all the 
time, her cunt was hot-wet and hot, aching for something, even for that 
awful sparking metal prick to be inside. The waiting for a more powerful 
jolt up her ass, the one that would bring her off, that would make her body 
explode into a nova made her weak and gaspy with expectation. She felt now 
she had to have that raw elemental power in her flesh, stimulating her, 
making her so hot she thought she would explode! 

Brad saw the pussy oil rushing out of her cunt hole and spattering against 
her thighs. With a cynical grin, the animal moved the dial yet another turn 
to the right. 

"Elyyyyeiiiiii!" 

It was like a fist lightly slapping her ass, then twisting around and 
squeezing up her shitter. The wires chattered and rattled behind her while 
her toes curled and dug against the wooden floor. The aftershock felt like 
glass shards scratching her asshole and reaching up into her cunt. 

Her ass clamped shut on the dildo, the muscles growing tighter and tighter 
until they cramped down with a painful shudder. A fist of air burst out 
nearly dislodging the dildo. And again the muscles cramped down, the 
electricity making her teeth chatter. 

Oh God, I'm going to die this way, Betty thought, her brain frying up in the 
heat. 

Brad was cranking the switch up higher, making Betty feel as if she were 
being struck by car after car on the freeway. Her tits and belly and cunt 
were being torn by flaming spears while her bones seemed to shatter under 
the onrushing electricity. She began screaming, her shrieks shrilling. And 
then finally her cries were choked behind the spit rushing from her mouth as 
Brad turned the dial yet another notch up. 

"Aggggghghhhhh!" 

The blonde was quickly losing all her bodily functions. The pain was like a 
fat animal stalking and tearing apart her insides slowly. She was helpless 
to control the pain, helpless to control the jerking in her cunt and the 
tearing sensation in her clit. Yes, even with that thing up her ass, she was 
feeling a wild climax rushing through her like some fiery waterfall. Betty 
staggered in her chains, jerking her head up, not caring about the leather 
dog collar any more, not caring about anything except the tearing in her 
cunt and ass. 

No more! No more! Surely he couldn't force her to take any more! She would 
die, surely die if he were to keep sending volts of electricity coursing 
through her asshole. 

And then it stopped! The rushing, roaring, tearing pain in her asshole 
stopped, the sensation of that dildo stuffed all the way in now replaced 
with one quite different as Brad began pulling it out. 

He jerked it back roughly, making Betty feel as if she were taking a good 
hard shit. When it clattered to the floor he took her firmly by the hips, 
curling his fingers around the jutting bones while sliding his now-exposed 
prick up against her asscrack. 

"Gonna fuck you, fuck you like that fuckin' dildo did. Only this time it's 
gonna be the real thing slidin' up your butt." 

Betty screamed, throwing her shoulders back as far as she could, feeling the 
blunt-edged cock shoving up against her asshole. She wept hot tears, her 
mouth twisting open and letting out another cry, a shrieking scream as the 
fat double-lobed head twisted its way deep into her ass! 

He was slamming into her like a rutting beast, taking her there in that 
standing position, pumping more and more of his dick in until ... yes, he 
was all the way in her. All the way in her! Yes, she could feel his belly 
against the rounded tops of her asscheeks, could feel the wiry touch of his 
cockhairs against her shitter lips. 

Brad rested only for a moment, bending back and sliding his prick halfway 
out, only to fuck back in savagely again. In and out, in and out, making 
Betty cry and choke with the assfucking strokes. The orgasm she had reached 
with that fiery electricity seemed to keep going on, heat slicing into the 
sides of her erect clit. 

"Ohhhh yeahhhhh, take it, Sister Betty, take it all the way up your fuckin' 
butt." 

Betty grunted, feeling her body exploding again and again. She felt her guts 
blowing apart, felt Brad's fingers clawing and ripping at her flesh. And 
then the big stud let go, filling her shitter once, twice, then three times 
with spurting jolts of white-hot cum. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Betty screamed, feeling an explosion of fire in her ass. 

The thick, spurting globs of the big man's cum burned like acid eating into 
her bowels. She convulsed, her body swaying from side to side. And all the 
while her cunt was empty, unattended. Lightning jolts of incredible heat 
kept burning into her shitter, and how the woman wanted something in her 
pussy now! 

"Good fuck, good fuckin', baby," Brad crooned, rubbing his fingers up and 
down her back. 

"Ohhhhhh...." 

Betty was sobbing, totally humiliated by the latest attack on her body and 
mind. How she wanted that prick to stay up her ass now. How she wanted that 
incredible fullness to remain. But Brad was pulling out now, rubbing her 
back with both hands and sliding his prick out from her distended bowels. He 
was nearly withdrawn when he stopped, his fingers teasing against her ass. 

"Damn!" he muttered, then pulled his cock out with a fast jerk. 

Betty trembled, her knees threatening to give way as Brad rushed around her 
to the window, threw it open, and stretched halfway out. There were sounds 
of a struggle, the sounds of a young woman screaming, then fighting him. 
Those sounds, those awful, desperately cried sounds were familiar! A shock 
of recognition rushed through Betty as the peeping girl was dragged over the 
sill and into the room. 

"It's the same damned cunt who was here today," Brad muttered, pulling Kathy 
into the room and dumping her in front of her horrified mother. 

"Kathy!" Betty exclaimed, feeling desperately ashamed of her position. 
Manacled chained and fucked, she was facing her daughter. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Brad quickly learned of the relationship as he slammed the window shut and 
grinned. 

"A mother/daughter team," he said, scratching his chin with one hand. "Ain't 
seen somethin' like this since I went to a whorehouse just outside Hong Kong 
when I was in the Navy. Man, bet we could really get somethin' goin' here." 

"Lemme go! Lemme...." Kathy was horrified at having been discovered then so 
rudely hauled in like this. 

She started to scramble to her feet. One hard slap across the top of her 
head sent the teen sprawling back down on her ass, her legs spread out in 
front of her. 

"Animal!" Betty cried, tears of horror and shame and anger rushing down her 
cheeks. 

"Sticks 'n' stones, baby," Brad said, nudging the trembling blonde teen with 
the toe of one boot. He had already slipped his Levi's back up to his waist, 
half-zipping them up. "Your old lady digs bein' fucked in the ass. That's 
what you like too." 

Kathy shook her head violently, eyeing her chained mother, then looking away 
in embarrassment. 

"You know, this is the cunt I fucked like crazy this afternoon!" 

"Kathy!" 

Betty felt horror rushing through her veins as she looked in disbelief at 
her guilty daughter. 

"I've known about this for a long time. I even saw you and him...." Kathy 
started to say. 

The bitter words came up from somewhere, choking off her sentence at the 
end. Kathy rubbed one tear away from under her right eye, looking once more 
at her mother, feeling a sickening feeling at the pit of her stomach. 

"No sense in feelin' bad about this," Brad said, shurring. "Get your clothes 
off, baby, and we'll have ourselves a party." 

"I said get 'em off!" 

Kathy shivered, knowing not to counter anything Brad said. Betty watched in 
helpless despair as her daughter proceeded to degrade herself. Quickly, the 
shorts, halter, panties and bra were gone, her young lithe body completely 
exposed. Brad stared admiringly at the naked girl-her slender thighs, her 
firm tits. 

"Yeah, just like I remember. Man, you both got fuckin' good bodies, and I'm 
gonna make sure you enjoy 'em." 

Taking the girl by the hair, Brad dragged Kathy screaming to the cabinet, 
throwing her against the wall, then opening the drawer and pulling out 
another set of cuffs. 

"This'll keep you from gettin' into any trouble with me," he growled, 
fastening her wrists together behind her back once more. The girl felt the 
iron chafing the sensitive flesh that had been injured earlier that day by 
manacles. "Now, I'm gonna see somethin' I've always wanted to see since 
China." 

Leading the girl back to the rack Brad hooked the manacles to an eyehook 
fastened to one side of the table, preventing her from moving forward, 
backward, or to either side. 

"Up we go, baby, up we go and eat your daughter's pussy." 

"No!" 

Betty tried waddling away in that horribly awkward position. But no movement 
was really possible. Brad let her go for a moment, then reached down and 
pulled up on the chain attached to her dog collar. The woman choked, her 
eyes bugging out, her face reddening while she made strangled, whistling 
sounds in her nose. There was no choice. There just was no choice. 

"Up we go." He was leading her toward the rack like a puppy, pulling on the 
chain, laughing as her wrist and ankle restraints clanked with each step she 
took. 

In a moment Betty found herself up next to her daughter's legs. Kathy was 
groaning, keeping her legs together, looking down in horror at her bound 
mother. 

"Come on. Have a little hair pie," Brad said, tugging up on the leather 
collar. 

Betty cried out once more the restraint choking on her windpipe. Brad pushed 
Kathy down until her cunt was even with her mother's chin. The girl cried 
out, closing her eyes, again drawing her legs together to prevent this awful 
thing to happen. 

"Come on, bitch, open up!" 

He slapped her once, twice, three times across the face, finally knocking 
her thighs apart with his right fist. There was nothing Kathy could do. 
Sobbing, she cinched her eyes shut even tighter and let her knees fall 
apart. Oh God, God, she could feel her mother's breath panting against her 
thighs! 

"Eat 'er up, baby!" 

"Ohhhhh...." 

Kathy couldn't believe this was happening. In a few short days, in a few 
short hours her life had been turned upside down. First the rape, the 
beatings, and now this-her own mother wedged down there between her thighs, 
about to eat her out. The girl strained backward, feeling her mother's nose 
against her cuntlips! She shivered with revulsion, her flesh crawling. Brad 
was reaching down, pushing Betty's head forward, rubbing her mouth against 
the young girl's cunt. 

"No!" Betty was terrified. She could smell her daughter's cunt crack. 

The girl was aroused. But was it because she had been peering in through the 
window at what she and Brad had been doing? Or was it because of ... of 
this? 

"I said eat, baby," Brad growled. "Just think of my dick, think of how I'm 
gonna beat the snot outta you both unless you cooperate." 

Swallowing hard Betty stuck out her tongue, flicking it between her 
daughter's curl-covered cuntlips. Almost immediately she heard Kathy 
groaning, saw her thighs tightening while her body trembled. Something very 
wet was oozing from between Kathy's young pussy lips. Oh God, it was fuck 
juice. 

"That's it, man, lap it up," Brad said, moving behind Betty and pushing her 
face into her daughter's crotch harder. 

"Mmmmmffffff!" 

The young girl arched her back like a cat, closing her eyes then opening 
them again, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. The whips, the 
chains, the crops all danced in her mind as her mother's tongue washed up 
and down her pussy crack. 

Kathy felt that tongue being pushed in, easing past her tense lips. Yes, she 
needed something, even her mother's tongue slipping into her cunt hole to 
take care of the burning itch that had risen. She had watched them, watched 
Brad torture her mother with that horrible dildo, the same one he had ripped 
her cherry with earlier. And when he had assfucked her, had gone crazy while 
fucking her again and again with his prick. Kathy knew her mother would come 
back here and knew she had to follow. But never had she thought things would 
end this way! 

"Eat 'er up." 

Gently Betty fitted her mouth onto her daughter's cunt and started sucking, 
running her tongue along the tense, rubbery cuntlips fluttering with 
excitement. Kathy's feet danced on the floor, her ass bouncing and rubbing 
against the rough edge of the rack. The girl could feel her mother's breath 
rustling through her hairs now. Her clit popped out, throbbing and hard. 
Turning to Brad, she saw him milking his prick again, that fat cock sticking 
straight out from between his halved Levi's. The prickhead was big and 
purple, pulsing with life, ready to spit out more of that whitehot jizz. 
Letting out another shivery moan, Kathy closed her eyes and gave herself up 
completely to the whirlpool of hot, swirling emotion. Yes, yes, it felt 
good, so very, very good. 

Betty, meanwhile, was warming to the task, almost forgetting it was her 
daughter in that horrid position. Arching her head out and stiffening her 
tongue the woman licked the throbbing surface of Kathy's clit. Instantly the 
girl cried out, shoving her juicy cunt down as far as she could, pressing it 
against her mother's mouth. She was going mad with sensation. Screaming and 
sobbing like a wild woman, the girl tried pushing her hips down harder and 
faster, trying to get more tongue up her pussy. Yes, more tongue up her 
cunt. Again staring at Brad and his prick, she thought of how his cock would 
feel up her cunt. She humped up and down her mother's tongue. 

Kathy came with a fury, her knees hitting Betty's cheeks again and again 
while her ass jiggled and danced against the rack. Exhausted and humiliated, 
the young woman humped and hunched, finally collapsing weakly against the 
rack and her mother's sucking mouth. 

While Kathy was still coming down from the fantastic orgasm that her mother 
had given her, Brad rushed forward and pulled her mother away. 

"What?" Kathy asked groggily, still so high that she wasn't sure of what was 
happening around her. 

"Hell, bitch," Brad spat, "it's almost time for the best part of the church 
service to start." 

"The best part?" Betty asked as Brad started unfastening the cuffs from her 
wrists and ankles. "What do you mean by that?" 

"You came here to find religion ... to find God, Sister Betty," Brad 
explained, "an' that's just what you're goin' to do tonight, with a little 
help from the rest of the congregation." 

As if a cue had been given, the door opened and several dark-robed men and 
women filed in. Kathy, still sitting on the rack, looked on in astonishment. 
What could all this mean? What had her mother gotten herself into? Dear God, 
what was going to happen now? 

The lights in the room were extinguished and candles were lit, bathing the 
room in a weird light. Shadows danced about as unseen air currents licked at 
the flames of the individual candles. The cross against one wall was stood 
on end and bolted to the wall. 

"What's going on?" Betty screamed. "What are all of you doing?" 

"We're a church," Brad said as he pulled on his church robes. "That's what 
our charter from the state says. And, as a church, we must conduct services 
that will appear as church services to prying eyes." He shot a glance in 
Kathy's direction. "We have our own ways, and those ways are not for 
outsiders. You shall become one of us." 

Betty looked at the cross and shouted, "I've changed my mind! I don't want 
to be part of your church. Just let me and my daughter go, and I'll promise 
that we'll never say anything about what you do here to the papers!" 

"Too late, bitch," Brad growled. 

The congregation grabbed Betty even as she tried to escape and carried her 
toward the cross which had been bolted to the wall. They used the chains to 
crucify her, to hang her on the cross like some mock-Jesus dying for their 
sins. The strain on her shoulders was terrible, and Betty thought for a 
moment that she would either pass out or sweat blood. 

Kathy wanted to do something to help her mother, but there was nothing she 
could do. She looked over at Brad. He tossed her a church robe and smiled 
mockingly. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. She donned 
the robe and joined the others grouped around the cross. 

Then they began to sing, humming really since there were no words, just a 
tuneless pattern that seemed to go on without end. Kathy joined in, and, to 
anyone passing by the window, it would have seemed to be just another church 
service. But it served more than just that. Kathy knew now that she wanted 
to be a part of this group, wanted to take part in the pleasures that they 
had to offer. 

And, on the cross, Betty had come to the same conclusion. Looking down at 
the robed worshippers, she knew that she was no better than they, that she 
and they were cunt from the same pattern. They were worshipping her body, 
worshipping the things that they could do for her and worshipping the things 
she could do for them. 

They began to touch her, rubbing their hands in the fuck juices which were 
flowing from her cunt. They were being cleansed in the juices of her pussy, 
being saved from a mundane life where nothing exciting ever happened. And 
she was part of it. 

Betty sought out her daughter and saw her pressing forward with the others. 
They looked at each other. 

They smiled. 

After all these years, they finally understood each other. 


THE END
