Mom And Sis In Bondage
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

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

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

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

MOM AND SIS IN BONDAGE-the shocking story of innocent women learning the 
sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring 
society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Don't! Oh, please, don't hurt me!" Ann Felton stepped back, one hand 
pressed to her lips, the other stretched back while her sandaled feet 
shuffled through the short field grass. Below her, the heavy Friday evening 
traffic crawled through the Cahuenga Pass of the San Diego Freeway, 
commuters edging from the Los Angeles basin to the San Fernando Valley. High 
above them, the blonde teenager was backing away from Jack Belcher. He had 
taken her up there for a little drinking, a swig of some good wine, he said, 
from Mexico. It sounded wicked, something naughty but not too dangerous to 
do after school. Little did Ann realize that Jack had other plans in mind. 

"Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna fuck you in the ass 'til you're spittin' out my 
cum." 

Ann's eyes widened, her jaw slackening when she heard the filthy words pour 
from his mouth. Jack was rough, she had granted. More than once, she'd seen 
him in the school cafeteria, swaggering from table to table, giving certain 
girls a weird kind of look. The other boys often objected. But Jack and his 
buddies would put an end to their objections with a stare or even a 
threatening pose. Still, he was attractive, tall, thick muscled, jet black 
hair and mustache, with a face that reminded Ann of the pictures of Russian 
Cossacks she'd seen in history books. It was only recently that he'd been 
noticing her, stopping by her table at lunch, much to the discomfort of her 
friends. She wouldn't really do anything with him, she thought, even though 
she felt that funny concentration of mushy heat in her pussy whenever he 
drew close to her. There were times when she could feel her cunt tightening, 
the muscles actually cramping and drawing her pussylips together like a 
drawstring purse while he stared hotly at her. It was only flirting. God 
only knew, it was the only thing she could do. Mother kept an eye on her all 
the time, warning her about men and what they could do to her. Well, let her 
worry. Ann was getting tired of toeing the line, of buckling down to her 
mother's laws. She wanted some fun, some freedom. 

"No, you don't know what you're talking about!" Ann gasped. 

Jack threw back his head and let out a throaty laugh, rubbing his fingers 
along either side Of his half-opened fly. In the dim light of the quarter 
moon, Ann could see the silvery teeth of the zipper. She drew in a ragged 
breath, a pulse leaping at her throat. A chill wind blew in from the north, 
rustling the grass around her, making the girl feel so alone. There was no 
one up here. No one! Jack had told her that, after some drinking, they'd go 
over to the drive and watch the racers peel around the treacherous curves. 
It had sounded like so much fun. And her mother would be thinking all the 
time that she was at a school dance with her girlfriends! It was perfect! 
She had even drawn in the help of her resistant friend, Patty Harrington. 
And now she was backing away from this animal, stumbling over the uneven 
ground, looking enviously at the long string of red tail lights below her 
and wishing she could be with any of those people. 

"Ain't gonna fuck your pussy, baby. That's easy. This other shit's great ... 
and that's just what you're gonna find on my prick when I'm through-your 
shit. And you're gonna dig havin' your ass ripped open like...." 

Ann couldn't stand listening to his filthy talk any more. Letting out a 
groan of disgust, the young teen wheeled about and bolted forward, her feet 
slipping on the damp grass. 

"You ain't gonna get far, bitch," Jack shouted out. 

She could hear his booted feet pounding the dirt behind her! Ann let out 
another cry, her fingers clawing at the grass for leverage as she 
desperately tried climbing up the steep hillside. She could just see the car 
resting at the edge. If only she could get to the road, there were plenty of 
places that she could hide from this animal until he tired of her and drove 
off. Getting back home was one problem she'd face later. 

"Back here, baby, back here so I can ream out your ass!" 

He was drawing closer. Ann muttered a curse, her legs slipping out from 
under her, her chin striking the hard ground while her hands flew out to 
either side. Scrambling back up, the girl began running on all fours, her 
tits jiggling in her bra. One sandal came off. Then the other. Her body 
twisted and turned as the girl gritted her teeth together and put every 
ounce of strength into trying to get away. Perspiration dampened her white 
and blue cotton party dress while her lungs felt like they would burst from 
her effort to running away. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

She fell again, slipping backward. Pitching forward and sprawling on the 
ground, Ann let out a groan of defeat. Jack was there, standing next to her. 
Turning her head to one side, she saw his black boots, heard his heavy, 
labored breathing. What was her punishment? She guessed that he was going to 
get even with her for having bolted from him. 

"Didn't work, did it bitch? You and your stuck-up friends look down at me 
... me and my buddies, right?" 

"No, no, never!" Ann protested, pushing herself up and rolling around. She 
sat there, her ass cheeks touching the damp grass around her. Just sitting 
there, feeling the grass pressing against her dampened panties, Ann felt 
slivers of erotic sensation start nibbling away at her cunt lips and clit. 
The girl put one hand to her chest, feeling her heart battering against her 
rib cage. Her heart felt as if it were going to burst! She drew one leg 
under her ass, shrinking back from the young stud as he kept telling her 
terrible things about herself. 

"Yeah, you're sayin' that now. But you really think I'm somethin' like dirt. 
The only reason you're out here's 'cause you thought it'd be real great 
slummin' around town. Whatcha gonna tell 'em tomorrow ... how groovy it was 
makin' out with someone like me?" 

His voice was getting harder, a cracking edge making Ann tremble with 
fright. Her flesh crawled as she watched his fingers curl and uncurl into 
fists, the callused fingertips pressing hard against his thighs. 

Ann had never been with a man before. Not like this, anyway. Was he really 
going to rape her in the ass? Just the thought of it, just running his awful 
words through her mind once more made the girl cringe with disgust and 
terror. Even the thought of him fucking her the normal way-in the pussy-made 
her spine tingle with fear. 

"Please, Jack. Let's just go ... take me home and I promise I won't tell 
anyone anything about you or anything else," Ann pleaded, forcing a smile on 
her small, doll-like face. Another breeze lifted her long hair from her 
small shoulders. 

Jack shook his head, wiping his right hand across his lips. 

"Ain't no way, baby," he said, rubbing his crotch a little harder. Curling 
his fingers around the zipper tab, he pulled it open all the way. Ann 
wrinkled her forehead, drawing her hands back and scooting her ass away from 
him. She shuddered, the cold damp grass brushing over her naked thighs. 

"I'll ... I'll scream," she whispered, her mouth growing so dry now that Ann 
couldn't even speak. 

"And who's gonna hear you, the bunnies? No, baby, you can yell all you want. 
But I'm gonna fuck you good ... fuck you so hard, you ain't gonna be able to 
waddle around the fuckin' school all Goddamned week!" 

When he put one hand inside his open pants, Ann twisted around, folding one 
leg over the other, stretching one hand out, trying to pull herself away 
from him. It was a useless, futile attempt. Muttering another sharp curse, 
Jack stomped forward, reaching down and curling his dirt-encrusted fingers 
in her long blonde hair. 

"Yiiiiiiii!" 

No one had ever touched her like that! No one had ever caused her such pain. 
Even her strict mother had spanked her lightly only in the most severe of 
cases, and then had late apologized to her. But now, hot sharp needles of 
pain drove into her scalp, making her cry out again and again as Jack pulled 
at her hair. She could hear some of the strands tearing from her scalp as 
she jerked up both hands and began flailing her nails at his wrists. 

"No, stop, stop!" she screamed wildly, beating him. 

But Jack only laughed, jerking her head to the right, then snapping it back 
to the left, watching her twist and writhe helplessly, her face reddening, 
quickly becoming a mask of pain. Hot tears welled up in her eye, rolling 
down her flushed cheeks as her legs kicked out. More strands ripped from her 
scalp. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

He jerked her head toward him one more time, snapping her close, her mouth 
striking the side of his black engineer boot. Ann groaned, feeling her lips 
crack. She could taste something warm and salty. Blood! God, this was going 
too far! He would surely kill her if she couldn't scramble away from this 
maniac. Again, the terrified blonde teen tried scrambling away, digging her 
fingers into the soft earth, beating her feet against the dirt as she tried 
scooting from him. But Jack held on, twisting her hair even more, pulling 
and yanking her head again and again against his boots, laughing as she kept 
screaming. "Nooooo!" 

And then he let her go, putting his big fists on his thighs and peering 
hotly down at her. Ann trembled, drawing her right hand over her mouth, then 
looking down at her fingertips. There was a little blood, but not too much. 
The girl felt her body shaking with terror as she leaned back and slowly 
crawled from her, her legs dragging in front of her. He was growling like 
some savage animal! 

"Yeah, baby, you're good and hot-blooded," Jack whispered, pushing his pants 
down a little farther, opening his red-and-black-checked flannel shirt all 
the way until Ann could see his hairy, washboard belly and his well-formed 
pecs. He was sweating, too, sweating with arousal, with excitement, with the 
thought he had of fucking in that obscene way! 

Again, the girl felt her flesh crawling with revulsion, the skin puckering 
up in goose pimples. His pants dropped to his knees. Ann saw that he was 
wearing a jockstrap. But that white, ribbed pouch couldn't hide his fat 
prick pressing out against it. She was close enough to see that the stud was 
big, big as a horse. 

"Ohhhhhh...." Ann moaned. 

Terror and fascination mixed in her mind as her blue eyes widened in horror. 
Jack began sliding his fingers under the elastic straps holding the 
jockstrap to his thighs. 

"You dig it, eh, baby? You like lookin' at my body, right, bitch?" 

Ann shook her head quickly, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to figure 
out why she couldn't keep her eyes off that ribbed jock-pouch bulging with 
that hunk of hot cockmeat. 

"Noooooo!" she gasped. 

He was through playing, it seemed. Moving up to her, Jack raised his right 
hand, his hard-on throbbing against the stiff material of his jockstrap. Ann 
cringed backwards, trembling under the brightness of his eyes. They were 
hard and black, like those of a shark! Again, the girl trembled, drawing 
back a little more, raising her hand to protect her face. And the way he was 
smiling! It was a leer, a sick smile, his teeth pulling back, drawing across 
his teeth. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

His hand came down like a jet, his fingers cutting through the thickened 
air. One more moment and Ann felt the full force of the blow, her head 
snapping to one side, her long blonde hair splashing over her face. Sharp 
needles once again assailed her as her head seemed to wrench from her neck. 
Ann let out a scream of pain and fear, her body twisting to the right and 
rolling around and around. Dimly, the young blonde teen was also aware of a 
sexual thrill building between her legs, something that seemed to intensify, 
if only briefly, with that blow. 

Ann raised herself, pushing the hair from her eyes, rubbing the injured 
portion of her face. She was crying, her body shaking with sobs as Jack 
stood there, his hands still on his hips. He let her cry for several 
minutes. But the excitement was building in him quickly. Ann could feel it 
as she lay there. The sound of the traffic below seemed to diminish as time 
passed. Somewhere overhead she could hear the steady dull thudding of a 
police helicopter. If only they would fly over, flash the searchlights 
across the hillside there. Surely the police would spot them, would come 
down and rescue her before Jack could do anything more to her. 

"Come on, baby, I'm gettin' tired of playin' around with you." 

Jack slipped his thumbs under the tight white elastic straps of his jock, 
pushing the cup down. Ann blinked, her mouth gaping as his fat ten-inch hunk 
of cockmeat rolled out and stood out from his groin. Ann had never seen 
anything that long and thick before! She blinked again, shaking her head as 
if somehow that would change the picture before her. No. It was all too 
true. Jack was like a donkey, his cock gradually filling with more blood, 
stiffening as the seconds ticked by maddeningly. 

"Ohhhhh, please ... please don't do ... please don't touch me with that...." 

Ann couldn't finish the sentence. She thought of his awful threat, of the 
way he said he was going to fuck her in-oh, she couldn't even think it 
through! He would surely kill her with that thing, that monstrous cock! 

"like it, baby? I drive some of the girls at school nuts with this thing," 
Jack said. 

He reached down, stepping from his jockstrap, then scratching his balls. 
Ann's eyes widened even more as he stepped up to her, his fat prick waving 
back and forth, his meaty cockhead slapping against his thick-muscled 
thighs. She could hear him breathing now in raspy, labored breaths. 

No, she couldn't let this happen to her. And yet something else was 
happening to her, something else was rising in her mind, a part that made 
her want to touch it, to feel it. As her mind reeled with horror at the 
thought of being fucked, her crotch filled with a wild throbbing, the juices 
flowing out of her virgin pussy and wetting down her thighs. Sobbing, Ann 
moved back, pressing her fists against her thighs. Again, the sound of the 
police chopper filled the air, quickly ebbing in a moment as it disappeared 
behind the hills. Perspiration dripped from her forehead and burned into her 
eyes as a cooling breeze tightened her damp scalp. 

"Noooo...," she moaned. 

But Ann couldn't deny the feelings of her tits swelling, of the tingly, 
tight feeling around her nipples, of the crinkly sensation of her areolas, 
while her pussy wriggled and moved with sexual tension. Her full, rubbery 
cunt lips were swelling, curling and trembling while her clit gradually 
filled with blood and stiffened above the surface. As his prick came closer 
to her, Ann swallowed a lump of excitement, feeling her cuntwalls buckling, 
knotting up with tension. How could she be feeling this, having all the 
sensations of a woman about to accept her lover. And she was no woman, not 
an experienced one, anyway. She was a young girl who had never let a boy 
touch her pussy. And now she was suffering all the wild sensations of 
arousal, of slowly edging up, up toward climax! 

"Should make you swallow this mother, take it down your throat. Wouldn't you 
dig that, baby, having this down your fuckin' throat!" 

Ann twisted her head away, sucking in more oxygen. Suck that thing? She was 
about to say something when he dropped down, putting both his paw-like hands 
on her narrow shoulders, then shoving her down hard against the ground. 

The force of her back, shoulders and head striking the soft earth suddenly 
knocked the wind from her. In a second, Ann came back to reality, realizing 
that Jack was on top of her, his knees jabbing hers apart, his hands pawing 
her tits. 

"Yiiiiiighghgh!" 

"Shaddup!" Jack bellowed. 

He struck her again with his right hand, his knuckles bruising her chin. The 
girl let out another yelp, this one more smothered than the last. To shut 
her up, Jack moved one hand up and he grabbed her hair again, curling the 
strands around his fingers, then twisting it up and out. Ann ground her 
teeth together, feeling her body shudder with pain. 

"No, no, no," she whispered, closing her eyes in defeat. 

"Better," Jack said, letting go of her hair, then dropping his head to 
slobber wet, tonguing kisses all over her throat. There were tearing sounds. 
Her dress was being torn off her now, splitting the thin material around her 
shoulders. A sudden coolness around her tits told her that he had partially 
stripped her now. There was another ripping sound followed by the sensation 
of the bra-straps loosening around her shoulder blades. In another second, 
her tits sprang free. 

"No!" Ann yelped, instinctively raising both arms to protect them. 

"Bitch!" 

Jack knocked her hands away, then crawled up until his knees were resting 
painfully on both her arms, the weight of his body threatening to crush her 
bones. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Ann cried out, stars popping in front of her eyes. Clearing her 
head, she saw his cock directly over her mouth. He was sitting on her, the 
smell of his unwashed crotch invading her nostrils. Ann wrinkled her nose, 
trying to turn her face away, sobbing as the pain in her arms and shoulders 
took her breath away. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Man, man...." 

Jack had backed off a little, resting his fat hunk of cockmeat on her chest, 
then moving her tits in from the sides of her body until her nipples were 
turned inward and pressing against his cock. Back and forth, back and forth, 
he sawed his cock between her full thirty-six-inch tits. His toes scraped 
against the insides of her long white thighs. 

Ann groaned one more time, digging her heels into the soft earth again, 
feeling her shoulder blades sinking into the dirt while his cock rubbed 
steadily back and forth over her nipples. His naked ass danced over her 
lower belly and his balls dragged over her chest. Again and again, the teen 
begged him not to hurt her. But as the seconds passed, and as one degrading 
act followed another, the young girl realized that Jack wasn't about to back 
off. He had chosen a path to follow, one involving her ruin and degradation, 
and nothing would turn him from it. 

"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned. 

He crawled off, dropping his head to her tits. Ann arched her back, shoving 
her head into the grass while moving her tensed, cramped ass-cheeks from 
side to side over the damp grass. He was biting her nipples, sinking those 
white front teeth into her rubbery, sore flesh. And how good it felt! As 
awful as it was to admit, the girl couldn't deny the hot, sparking 
sensations radiating out from her rubbery nipples and shooting like tiny 
bolts of lightning into her cunt. Ann bit down on her sore lower lip, doing 
all she could to control the feelings racing up and down her body. But 
nothing, nothing could stop what Jack had put in motion. She flexed her 
thighs and ass-cheeks, rocking her body from left to right, feeling the 
subtle rub of her swelling, juice-slicked cunt walls against one another as 
more of the lava-like fluid seeped from her pussy. This whole thing was 
wrong. And yet there was little Ann could do to stop the fire burning 
through her cunt. 

"Stop this! Oh, please, stop this!" 

"You want it bad, baby, real bad." 

To prove his point, Jack stretched his hand back, his fingers crawling like 
a slimy animal over her belly, down past her navel, until they were pushing 
through her thick blonde cunt bush. Her dress had long since twisted around 
her waist, and her panties had twisted around so much that part of her pussy 
was exposed. It was to that exposed part that Jack moved his fingers, 
rubbing them over her swollen pussylips, feeling the dampness of the nylon 
crotch panel. He stiffened his index finger, then shoved it into her pulsing 
cunt up to the second knuckle. 

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. 

It was as if someone had shoved a burning cigarette into her pussy! Ann's 
legs jerked apart, the balls of her feet pounding against the damp earth, 
while her spine arched and her arms spasmed. At the same time, the girl felt 
her cunt muscles convulse, cramping, cinching down on his invading finger as 
another wash of juice oozed from her seepy, fuzzy fuck-hole. Jack smiled, 
twisting his finger around and around like a small spoon, scraping his 
fingernail against her slick cuntflesh. Again, the girl moaned, jerking her 
body around, feeling her pussy spasm again and again. 

"Yeah, real bad," Jack whispered, rubbing his prick over her thighs. 

"No, no, get it away, take it away," Ann groaned, struggling against the 
powerful, confusing feelings racing through her mind. 

"Yeah, take it away," Jack sneered, pulling his finger out with a violent 
yank. Ann sighed, feeling her pussy walls relax for a moment. "You're gonna 
go nuts if I don't fuck you somehow." 

"Wrong ... wrong...." 

He was down between her legs now, his fingers twisting around the elastic 
leg bands of her panties. Ann jerked her hands down, clawing at the 
juice-dampened nylon, trying to draw her thighs protectively together. There 
was more tearing, then the sensation of the damp silken material pulling 
over her thighs, her knees, her ankles, her toes. Ann grabbed the hem of her 
torn, now-filthy dress and tried covering her pussy. 

"Fuck it out, baby...." 

There was another blow, this one to her right cheek. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

Ann fell back to the ground, half-conscious. What was he doing to her? She 
felt his hands roaming around her pussy, felt his fingers caressing her 
swollen cunt lips. Groaning, the girl tried raising her knees, pulling them 
together. But those hands, those horrible, callused hands were keeping her 
spread open shamelessly that way. He was sliding another finger into her 
fuck-hole, sticking it in deeper than before. Ann groaned, begging him to 
stop. He did at the moment his fingertip touched her cherry. 

"A fuckin' virgin!" Jack whispered, pulling his finger out. "Ain't gonna 
mess up my prick ... leastwise, not right now." 

His hands were around her thighs, pushing her around, rolling the girl over. 
Ann felt him pushing the dress up around her lower back, felt him pushing 
her legs apart. His hands were fanned out across her ass-cheeks now, his 
heavy breath pumping against her naked flesh. And then he was licking her, 
touching her plump, white ass-cheeks with his tongue. 

Ann curled her fingers, digging the tips into the soft ground, feeling her 
body tremble at the hot, wet, licking touch of Jack's tongue. And then he 
was moving that sloppy wet thing into her cuntcrack, drawing it down toward 
her pussy, creating more hot, tight, tense feelings down there. And up his 
tongue went, up to her shitter, the tip curling around her pink wrinkled 
flesh while his fingers kneaded her ass, the tips leaving long red marks in 
her ass-cheeks. 

"Ohhhhhhh...." 

"Nice, but not hot enough, baby. Gotta work them cheeks, get 'em real hot 
and ready for my prick." 

He was gone, the tongue suddenly withdrawn from her spit-slicked asscrack. 
Jack was shuffling around behind her. Ann desperately wanted to see what was 
going to happen, what he was doing. But terror kept her eyes closed, her 
head forward. There was the sound of material rubbing together behind her. 
The breeze was stiffening from the Valley, rustling more of the grass around 
her. More goose bumps broke out around her ass and under her arms as the 
chill air tightened her flesh. Ann fought back the tears, curling her 
fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. No, this couldn't be 
happening to her, it just couldn't! She was. her mother's little girl, 
someone who wanted to be just a little bit daring, a little bit naughty. 
"Yaggghghhhhh!" 

Ann's thoughts were interrupted by an explosion of painful heat striping 
across her ass-cheeks. The girl's body spasmed completely, her arms jutting 
out, her legs jerking away from one another while her head snapped up. 
Before the girl could catch her breath, another slicing blow followed by a 
dry, smacking sound, assailed her ears smashed through her body. 

He was beating her, whipping her with the black leather belt she had admired 
time and time again at school. Twisting her head around and peering up at 
him with tear-stained eyes, Ann saw him standing above her, menacing, as if 
he were a conquering Hun about to rape the temple virgin. Twisted around the 
whitened knuckles of his right hand was the buckled end of the belt, the 
long piece of black leather dangling toward the ground. A slight trembling 
of the belt revealed just how aroused Jack was. His prick was sticking 
straight out now, his fat cockhead purple, pulsing, slick with the pre-cum 
slowly oozing from his piss-slit. His balls were tightened up against his 
scrotum while his chest and arm muscles rippled with tension. It was the 
same kind of tension that was making her cunt hot and tight in spite of the 
pain and fear racing through her body. 

"Oh, no, no, don't do that ... you're hurting me!" 

"Not half as much as I wanna, babe, not half as much." 

Ann's eyes rounded as she watched Jack snap back the belt, pushing one foot 
forward in front of the other for balance. There was a snapping sound as the 
leather curled in midair, the pointed tip cracking, then arching down toward 
the screaming girl's ass. Ann tensed, her butt muscles growing hard, the 
flesh tightening, forming a smooth, curved surface. Ann let out a loud sob, 
her sob turning into a wail as the black leather crashed down loudly against 
her ass-cheeks. 

"Yaggghghhhh ... yiiiiiiiii!" 

It was savage, the belt curling into her sweaty asscrack, the pointed end 
biting the sensitive, wrinkled flesh of her ass-hole. It was as if someone 
had touched her shitter with a live cigarette! Sparks of an odd tingling 
heat bit into her clit, making her cuntwalls shudder while her legs and arms 
spasmed once more. 

"No, no, stop it!" Ann shouted, her cries dissolving into sobs as Jack 
snapped the belt back one more time. Again, the leather hissed through the 
night air, slapping loudly against the girl's ass-cheeks. Again, Ann 
screamed, her fingers clawing at the damp grass, pulling the plants out by 
the roots as the stinging heat tightened her pussy. What was happening to 
her? Why was she feeling this strange mixture of pain and pleasure while 
that young animal was hurting and humiliating her. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

The belt curled around her left thigh now, its hot tongue kissing her flesh, 
leaving a long red mark where it had touched. Another smack! Another shout! 
Another series of spasms racing through her cunt and ass. The girl squirmed 
and whimpered as the belt slicked onto her trembling ass-cheeks. Long red 
marks were crisscrossing her ass now, while her tits pillowed out between 
her chest and the damp ground. 

"No, no, no...." she pleaded. 

The wheezes of her tormentor mixed with her painful cries. The girl tried 
not to cry, knowing somehow that the more she showed her pain, the more Jack 
would hurt her. But keeping silent under the brutal attack was impossible. 
The more she struggled to keep silent, the harder the belt seemed to chew 
into her flesh. "Yaggghhhhh!" 

Jack was hitting her across the shoulder blades now, the pain wrenching 
poignant cries from the helpless blonde teen. Then it was back to her ass, 
the bouncing blows making her ass-cheeks jiggle hotly. And with each blow 
the hot, cunt-tickling feeling increased. Her tiny clit ached and throbbed 
now. Twisting her head around, the girl pressed her left cheek against the 
field grass, her fingers opening and closing, grabbing at the grass while 
her knees spread apart even more. Was she really raising her ass-cheeks up 
as if she were searching for more pain, for more of that hot kissing belt? 
She felt her thighs tightening, her knees drawing slightly together to 
support her rising body. 

"Fuck it out, baby, I knew you'd be wantin' that belt. Yeah, I knew it," 
Jack whispered, rubbing his right arm, letting the belt trail along the 
backs of her thighs and ass for a bit. 

"No, no...." 

"Fuckin' hypocrite ... you keep sayin' no, and you want this bad." 

Jack snapped the belt near her head, laughing as Ann jerked at the sound. 
Moving forward, the big stud slid his foot under the girl's chin, kicking 
her face, then moved back between her legs. Ann turned her tear-stained face 
up to him, silently begging him to let her go. She saw Jack curling the 
fingers of one hand around his fuckrod, jerking the tight pink skin around 
the inner core, his balls rolling softly under that jacking motion. 

"Back to it, baby. You're ready for it now." 

In a flash, he was back between her legs, his knees pressed against hers, 
his hands kneading the soft mounds of her ass. His two index fingers were 
scraping down along the inside curves of her ass-cheeks, spreading them 
apart. Ann felt the cool air blowing against her overheated shitter. And 
then there was his tongue again, that awful tongue skewering her ass, the 
tip burrowing down into her bowels! Her eyes widened and her legs trembled 
once more. 

"Yeah, ready and ripe for fuckin'...." 

His hands increased the tension of her spread ass-cheeks. Ann was gulping in 
lungfuls of air, struggling to keep from losing her mind as she felt 
something very hot and hard brushing up against her ass-hole. His prickhead! 
God, it was happening! His fingers were playing around her shitter, 
stretching the flesh more and more. Ann wrinkled her face with the pain, 
letting out a rush of air. Her chest tightened as hot flashes of painful 
delight tightened her pussy while Jack twisted two fingers into her 
ass-hole. 

"Uhhhh...." she whimpered. 

Ann drew her right knee forward, fanning her toes until they cramped. The 
girl began clawing the loose earth once more, her nostrils burning from the 
oxygen she sucked in. She clawed away, her arm muscles knotting painfully as 
Jack held onto her. Another finger! A strange fire started in the rim of her 
ass-hole, taking her breath away as he moved those awful fingers in and out, 
in and out. In spite of the horror, in spite of the pain, the girl began 
moving her hips around in a counter rhythm. Was that another chopper 
circling nearby or the sound of the blood pounding in her ears? How the 
world seemed to explode, to spin around and around as Jack continued to 
violate her body. 

"Nooooo...." 

Jack yanked his fingers out of her shitter, slapping her ass-cheeks hard, 
laughing again as Ann cried out in shame and pain. In a moment the girl 
heard him puffing behind her, felt him crawling over her body, bracing 
himself over her like some hideous bridge. 

"Please...." 

"Please, what? Fuck the shit outta you?" 

Ann held her breath, wondering what more he had in store for her. She 
thought of herself lying there, stretched half naked on the ground, 
helpless, and that big stud towering over her, his fat prick dangling over 
her ass, and another flood of cunt-juice oozed through her tangled blonde 
pussy-hairs. More slippery heat, more of the feeling of a cunt furnace about 
to explode because of its own heat. 

She felt Jack's big hands bracing against her shoulder blades. His prickhead 
was sliding up over her ass-cheeks, slipping into her asscrack. The girl let 
out a shuddering breath, grinding her teeth together. The seconds ticked by 
agonizingly slowly. There was more pressure. She felt his meaty cockhead 
slipping between her ass-cheeks, sliding up, up until it was pressing 
against her wrinkled ass-hole flesh. Ann let out another shivery breath. 
Jack muttered something, then thrust down with his pile driving hips. 

"Yaggghghhhh!" 

Certainly someone would hear her heartrending screams. Someone would guess 
she was being torn apart, ripped in half by his awful cock! Yes, it was 
splitting her in two! She felt his blunt prickhead pressing harder against 
her ass-hole. 

"Take it, baby. You're shit, whether you know it or not, and that's just 
what I'm gonna feel against my cockhead when I fuck you." 

"Noooooo!" 

Again, Ann screamed, her cries going unanswered in the unfeeling hills. The 
wind picked up, blowing strands of her blonde hair in her face. Ann's cheeks 
puffed out as she gasped in more and more air, the pain nearly driving 
consciousness from her mind. Tightening her ass-hole muscles, the girl 
pushed outward as if she were taking a shit. She had to keep his awful prick 
from her ass! Surely he would tear something, would kill her with that 
thing. 

"Come on, baby, you ain't gonna keep me from butt-fuckin' you bad." 

"Stop!" 

But Jack was determined. He shoved forward again, jabbing his prick like a 
rock against her ass-hole. The girl still tensed her shitter, cramping her 
ass-cheeks together until the muscles ached from the tension. Raising one 
hand, Jack struck Ann hard across the back of her head, then beat her again 
across the shoulders. 

"Nooo ... uughhghhh!" 

The blows forced her to relax her grip. With a grunt of triumph, Jack shoved 
down hard, twisting his fat prickhead into her ass. 

"Yaggghhhhh!" Ann wailed. 

Flashing yellow lights exploded behind her eyeballs as more and more of his 
cock twisted into her shitter. The muscles around her ass felt as if they 
were tearing. Certainly something awful had to happen to her body. And yet 
at the same time her cunt was nearly inside out to feel his prick sawing 
into her ass. Yet, in spite of all those years of moral training, Ann was 
wanting him to fuck her pussy, to tear away her cherry, to rape her. 

'Tuck it out, baby!" 

"Nooooo!" 

Jack let go of her shoulders. She felt his hands sliding down to her tits. 
The girl squirmed, moving her ass up, pressing the rounded tops of her 
assglobes against his hairy belly. Finally those hands worked their way 
down, down to her tits, the fingers massaging her sore nipples, squeezing 
the resilient flesh while his prick continued its slow, painful downward 
trip, splitting her bowels wide open. 

"Uh ... uhhhh ... ooooowwwww!" she gasped. 

The pain was radiating out from her shitter, making her ass-cheeks beat with 
agony, making her thighs throb brutally as the unnatural rape continued. 

"Oh, baby, and this is just the start. We're gonna have lots more fun before 
I'm through with you," Jack said, shaking the sweat off his forehead as he 
stabbed yet another inch of his prick into her shitter. 

"Nooooo!" 

Ann sobbed, knowing that Jack was telling the truth ... and secretly glad of 
it. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ann squirmed and writhed under the growing pain, the widening head of his 
prick seeming to go on forever. It was tunneling down into her body, making 
her muscles cramp and tremble. Ann jerked her head up and let out a hissing 
sound, clawing at the dirt in front of her. The blades of grass tickled her 
cunt and rubbed between her injured thighs. As his prick sliced deeper into 
her, that lewd slowness of his fucking driving the breath from her, Ann 
prayed with all her heart that it would stop ... or go on forever, leaving 
her in a continual state of arousal. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

Again, her arms and legs spasmed. Jack had buried half his cock in her 
shitter, struggling with an overwhelming desire to fire his load into her 
ass. Shaking his head again, closing his eyes tightly, the big stud began 
pulling out, grunting while keeping his hands pressed flat against her lower 
back. 

"Ohhhhh ... God, God, you're killing me ... ohhhh, you ... you fiend!" 

Ann wept tears of shame and pain. That reverse tugging sensation felt as if 
he were turning her inside out. She dug her knees harder into the soft 
ground, yelling with pain and the wild sensation of her body being violated 
in this odd way. 

The girl bit down on her sore lower lip once more. She couldn't even cry out 
now, not with the insistent shoving movements of his bar of prickmeat in her 
ass. She shoved her ass-cheeks away from him, trying to find some relief 
from that obscene sucking in her shit chute. 

"Noooooo!" 

Jack stopped again, rubbing his fingers on either side of her spine. Ann's 
shoulders shuddered with the agony, her cunt going into tremors of delight. 
The folding, slippery ring of muscles guarding her pussy cinched shut, 
relaxed, then clamped down tight on nothingness. A milking action. Yes, 
that's what would happen if Jack were to turn her around now and bury his 
prickmeat in her simmering pussy. If only he would do that, violate her cunt 
the way he was raping her ass! If she were going to be humiliated in this 
horrible way, then why not have him completely ruin her! 

"Uhhhhhh ... oh, stop it, Jack, please, you don't know what you're doing!" 

"Baby, I know exactly what the fuck I'm doin', " he gasped, pausing 
mid-thrust to shake more sweat from his forehead. Curls of his black hair 
hung rakishly over his forehead while the muscles in his big arms tensed, 
pressing against the darkly tanned flesh. "I'm fuckin' the shit outta your 
butt, and you're diggin' it." 

"No, no!" 

His hands were pinching her nipples as if to punish her for that obvious 
lie. The round, firm mounds of her ass were flexing against his belly, 
moving together as if she were actually looking for more of that awful 
fullness threatening to split her ass wide open. 

"Ohhhhhh, baby, nice hot ass ... nice butt buttmeat!" 

The sliding of his cock as it speared deeper into her ass sent more chilly 
rushes of delight and shame up and down her spine. Was it possible that her 
rectal nerves were more sensitive than those in her cunt? How her mind 
whirled about from that awful fuck! Closing her eyes Ann found herself 
thinking terrible thoughts once more, thoughts about how big his prick was, 
about how it was splitting her in two, about how it would be spitting out 
white-hot jizz into her bowels! Again and again, Ann tried driving out those 
lewd thoughts. But they crept back in as more of Jack's cockmeat squeezed 
into her shitter. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." she moaned. 

Jack started forward again, pressing his knees atop hers. The strange 
fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her more and more. It was a 
wild, radiant heat making her clit stand up and stiffen even more. The girl 
moved her bruised thighs a little to the right, then to the left, feeling 
the slick, sharpedged field grass cutting into her clit, massaging it, 
rubbing more life into it. She was masturbating this way, letting the grass 
enter her pussy like fuzzy, stiff little hairs that found every sputtering 
nerve ending! 

"Uhghghghghhghgh ... ooohhhmyGod!" 

In spite of the pain, in spite of the shame, Ann wanted more prick in her 
ass. Yes, that was the horror of it all. She actually wanted more of his 
prickmeat in her. She wanted him fucking her brutally in her ass. 

"Fuck it, baby!" 

"Fuck...." 

She had opened her ass more, it seemed. The fucking was easier, in any case. 
He was drawing out again, her insides appearing to want to follow his prick 
out. Ann thought that the suction would drive her mad with passion. 

"Uh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!" 

The girl cried each time Jack drove down, his cockhead fucking in deeper and 
deeper until his hairy crotch was slapping wetly against her ass-cheeks. All 
the way in! Yes, as hard as it was for the grunting girl to admit to 
herself, his cock was all the way in! Ann squeezed her shitter tight around 
his prick, trying to hold him in. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. 
All the teen wanted his cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of 
sexual heat exploded in her assguts, shattering her, scattering her body all 
over the hills. 

"Fuck it, baby, gonna blow now, gonna blow your fuckin' butt all over the 
hills!" 

Jack shoved back and forth, in and out, his prick chugging through her 
ass-hole. The hot friction in her sweaty ass was driving her up the wall. 
She could feel her cunt tightening, tensing, the walls rubbing against each 
other as heat sliced into the sides of her stiff clit. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Ann was grunting now, her body exhausted, her mind blown to pieces by the 
ordeal. All the pain in her body seemed focused in her violated ass-hole 
while Jack's hot balls slapped wetly against her ass-cheeks. As the big stud 
fucked his cockmeat into her more wildly, the girl's mind flashed blank. She 
knew that she was being fucked hard and fast, but the way her pussy reacted, 
Ann didn't care what was going on in her ass. Yes, let him tear her to 
pieces with his prick. She didn't care, didn't mind the pain, the 
stretching, distending of her stuffed bowels. 

His stiff bar of prickmeat seemed to slow down. Then with a sweaty slap of 
his hard belly, Ann felt him move faster and faster. It was like having a 
dozen knives stabbing her all at once. Vulgar thrills accented the climax 
about to explode in both of them. Oh, how she wanted it to happen all at 
once, the juicy sliding of her cunt lips over one another and her clit, the 
piercing thrusts of Jack's cock in her ass. 

"Baby, gonna make it. Yeah," he whispered, dropping completely on top of her 
and biting the nape of her neck, "Gonna make it!" 

"Owwwwwwww!" Ann screamed loudly, feeling his nipping teeth nearly breaking 
her flesh. 

"Go on, bitch, ride it with me, come on," he growled, squeezing her tits 
hard, mashing her nipples while pile driving his prick into her. Yes, he was 
going in for the last round. Ann instinctively knew that he was going to 
cum, going to blow his load up her ass! 

"Oh, no, noooo!" 

The thought of this man spilling his jizz in her ass blew through her mind 
like a blowtorch. She hunched her butt back and forth, slamming her thighs 
against the grass, clawing the dirt, burying her face in the tall weeds as 
that whirling ball of sexuality threatened to blow apart in her cunt. Yes, 
she was going to cum too, going to climax without having anything in her 
cunt to stimulate her! 

"Uhhhhhhh!" she whimpered. 

It was then the girl realized that the blades of grass sawing into her pussy 
were teasing her, tickling her up to climax! God, how awful, how 
humiliating, how excitingly wonderful! 

"Come on, baby, move that butt," he said, slapping her ass-cheeks loudly 
with both hands, stopping his fucking for only one moment. 

"Huhhhrrr! huhhhhrrrr!" 

With another grunt, Jack rammed his prick deep into her ass. Ann swore that 
she could feel the lining tearing. His cock hit her like a runaway truck. 
She screamed, feeling his prick jerking, twitching unevenly in her ass. Yes, 
he was cumming, firing squirt after spurt of his hot jizz into her 
convulsing bowels. 

"Uhhhhhhhh, baby, makin' it ... shootin' off in your fuckin' butt," Jack 
said, biting her harder, slapping her thighs, her ass, the back of her head, 
then jerking hard on top of her. His twitching nearly knocked all the wind 
from her as more and more of his cum spurted into her clutching ass-hole. 

"Uhhhhhhhh...." she groaned. 

Ann felt herself pitching over the edge as his cock danced inside her 
shitter. She felt her pussy snap shut on emptiness, the walls slapping so 
hard that the girl swore she could hear them. Convulsing, her body jerking 
as if someone had touched a live electric wire to it, Ann felt his 
cum-shooting fuckpole in her ass and flew into the abyss of climax. For a 
moment she thought the power of her own cum would knock her unconscious. 

"Yaggghhhhh ... oh my God, I'm ... uhhhhhhh ... oh, oh, ohhhh!" 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, make it, make it!" Jack cried. 

The two of them wrestled together that way for what seemed like an eternity, 
Ann's tortured body writhing under the steady beating of Jack's shooting 
prick. When it was finally over, Ann let out a sigh of relief, clawing 
softly at the grass while Jack braced his knees against the backs of hers 
and pulled out. The sensation of his softening cock sliding out on a layer 
of his cum sent more chilly heat rushing into her cunt. Ann groaned, her 
shoulders shaking with delight. 

"You were somethin' else, baby. I knew you'd dig havin' your butt fucked. 
You're the kind who digs any kind of fuckin' ... just as long as it's good 
and hot," Jack said, leering down at her as he stood up and fumbled around 
for his pants. 

"You ... you forced me to do this," Ann sobbed, wiping her eyes with one 
hand. How awful it was, feeling the jizz trickling from her shitter and 
wetting down her thighs! 

Jack was laughing as he drew his Levi's up over his legs. "Listen, baby, 
once I started fuckin' you, you couldn't get enough of it. And you're gonna 
pay me some mind again, bitch. We're gonna make it more 'n this one time ... 
and you're gonna dig it even more than now." 

"Ohhhhh...." 

Ann wanted to throw his words at his face. But to do so now would be unwise. 
How could she get back home on time? If he left her here, surely her mother 
would know something was up. Under the circumstances, Ann wasn't sure if she 
could lie convincingly enough to convince her perceptive mother. 

"Now get dressed and get back in the car. Gotta make you look real nice for 
mommy," he sneered, grabbing her wadded panties, then flinging them in Ann's 
face. 

Brushing back her hair, Ann fought away the tears and pulled her damp 
panties over her legs, shivering as the cold material touched her hot, 
swollen cunt. Tucking her legs under her ass, Ann stood up shakily, feeling 
the muscles ache around her thighs and lower back. Jack was tucking his 
shirt back into his pants, still leering at her, zipping up his fly finally 
and walking away. He didn't even offer to help her up the hillside to the 
car! 

"Come on, baby, don't want your old lady wonderin' where the fuck you been," 
Jack called over his shoulder. 

Never, never would she see this animal again. Ann vowed as she picked her 
way gingerly up the steep hillside to the car. 

* * * 

Back home, Ann's mother, Marrian, was having a dilemma of her own. 

"Uh ... some coffee, Justin?" 

"No, no thanks, Mom." 

Marrian sat uneasily at the edge of the sofa, her coffee cup barely rattling 
on the saucer as she stared at her handsome eighteen-year-old son. Justin 
had been such a problem as a child, especially after his father had died. It 
had been six years since Brad had been around to give him a firm hand. 

"You're home ... early. We didn't expect you until next week some time." 

"Guess everything got mixed up in the mails ... about the information when I 
was getting out of classes and all," Justin said, lowering his eyes for a 
moment. 

They still couldn't talk to one another as mother and son. Maybe it was 
because they had never had quite that kind of relationship. All those years 
and they had never sat down and felt comfortable with one another. And now 
Marrian was having feelings toward him, about her own son, that she could 
hardly keep down. Turning from him, she stirred her coffee, wondering when 
Ann would be coming home. Surely her daughter would ease the situation. Ann 
and Justin got along just fine. 

"Well, I haven't got your room ready yet. But if you don't mind waiting...." 

"No problem, Mom." 

He was leaning toward her now, one knee brushing against hers. Marrian felt 
her body shudder, her fingers becoming numb, icy, barely able to hold the 
cup. She placed the coffee back on the table, feeling very out of sync with 
the rest of the world. Before the doorbell had rung, she had been sitting 
alone in the kitchen drying her eyes. It had been so long, so very long 
since she had had male companionship. Most of the time she had managed to 
keep busy with raising her children and part-time jobs. But every now and 
then the feeling would come over her that life was passing her by, and there 
was little she could do about it. Tonight was one of those times, and she 
had resigned herself to a night of crying when Justin had suddenly walked 
in. 

"Maybe I'd better go and get it ready. You know, Ann's been talking about 
you all week," Marrian said, getting up and realizing only then how shaky 
she was. Her knees were weak, knocking against one another and a strange 
kind of tingling was making her flesh feel so hot. A kind of tight itchiness 
was throbbing around her stiffening nipples while her pussy started to burn. 
Again, the thought that this was her own son sitting there, triggering these 
obscene feelings, raced through her mind. Marrian thought it best that she 
get out of the room as quickly as possible to avoid any untoward scene. 
Justin stood up, running his fingers through his short blond hair. He was so 
handsome, and his blue eyes sparkled so sexily ... just like her late 
husband's used to when he would lead her to the bedroom and...."No!" 

"Mom, something wrong?" 

"Nothing," she said, putting one hand in front of her to stop Justin while 
closing her eyes. She had to struggle for control. Turning from her son, 
Marrian tried to fight down the bubbling-hot feeling making her cunt lips 
swell, fold over one another, rub slickly together as she moved from the 
long sofa. She was afraid that her face would reveal her smoldering lust for 
her son! Yes, she could admit it now, her son. She wanted him to touch her, 
to do things to her that ... oh, God, she couldn't let this train of thought 
go on any further! Marrian didn't know what on earth would happen if she 
kept thinking of Justin as her lover. "Maybe a touch of the flu. 

"I'll take an aspirin and be all right." 

"Here, lemme help." 

Marrian had prayed that Justin wouldn't touch her. But there it was. Things 
were becoming so blurred, so out of focus. Marrian realized that her 
breathing was hard, labored, when her son moved around the coffee table, 
then took her by the elbow. She leaned against him, putting one hand to her 
throat and keeping her eyes closed. The bathrobe she had been wearing was 
starting to open. Moving her other hand up, she clutched the terry cloth 
edges, folding her robe closed. 

"Justin, I'm fine ... really." 

"I don't think so." 

His hands were sliding around her waist. Marrian struggled like a tiny bird, 
turning around to see her son smiling a sexy, cynical smile. The situation 
was becoming dangerous fast. Again, the attractive woman tried moving away, 
but her son's hands locked behind her waist, drawing her close. She could 
feel his breath pumping against her throat. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. 

He was kissing her throat. God, his lips were so hot. She almost giggled, 
feeling her cunt explode into tingly, tight fires. What was she doing? Was 
she becoming some kind of incestuous nymphomaniac? All this damned 
loneliness had done it to her! And now she was being held by her son, her 
own son, who was feeling her ass and kissing her. 

"Nooooo, Justin, please, this can't be happening!" 

"It already is. I don't know what the hell's happening, Mom, but...." 

His fingers were opening her gown. She felt the edges clinging to her tits, 
holding onto her large red nipples before opening up completely. Justin 
dropped his head, gently sucking her stiff nipple between his teeth. Marrian 
let out a hissing sound, feeling his hands slowly stroking the feathery 
blonde fuzz of her cunt. In a moment they were back on the sofa, her ass 
squirming over the sofa cushions, her thighs spreading for his touch. When 
his finger slid into her hot wet cuntcrack, Marrian groaned loudly, letting 
her head fall back, wondering in the back of her mind where this would take 
her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"This ... just isn't right," Marrian said, pushing her son away, reaching 
back with one hand to the sofa to steady herself. There was a wolf-like 
stare in her son's eyes as he moved toward her. Marrian backed away, her 
heart beating like a triphammer. 

"Come on, Mom, come on," he said, stretching out one hand, curling his 
fingers toward himself. 

"No ... oh, Justin, Justin, you don't know what you're doing." 

He'd always been unmanageable, a being unto himself. Her late husband could 
handle him most of the times. But now, now things were different. 

"Don't!" she said. 

Justin lunged at her, his fingers locking around her small wrists. Marrian 
cried out in pain, feeling her robe slip open, revealing her lithe, 
attractive body. Justin held her that way, his fingers nearly crushing her 
bones, his gaze roaming freely, shamelessly over his mother's naked body. 

"Ohhhh ... God!" 

Marrian's cheeks burned with humiliation as she stood there, her robe 
hanging uselessly around her shoulders. Justin was watching her, his gaze on 
her high-riding tits, her red nipples, her long white thighs, her pussy. 

"Wow ... thought you were something else ... but this goes to prove it." 

"Justin ... you don't know what you're saying. I'm your ... your mother," 
Marrian said, emphasizing the last word. 

That word-mother-rang in her ears, made her blush even more furiously as her 
son's fingers tightened around her wrists. But then why was she feeling the 
things she did, the hot tightness between her legs? She let out a shuddering 
breath, closing her eyes and working her fingers against her thighs, trying 
to push away the warm, tingly feeling settling over her pussy. She had to 
talk her son out of this. 

"Justin, you have to let me go. This is crazy, insane!" 

"Crazy, huh?" 

His blue eyes blazed suddenly, his forehead tightening while his lips curled 
up into a cynical smile. 

"Sick, maybe? Why don't you say that, Mom? I'm gonna show you just how sick 
I can be." 

It was like facing a high, rolling ocean wave. "No, I'll scream ... don't 
Marrian twisted frantically in her son's hard grip, her gown slipping from 
her shoulders and puddling around her naked feet. She could feel her tits 
rocking and slapping together, her thighs tightening as her son held her 
wrists hard between his fingers. 

"Help ... oh, God!" 

"Damn it!" 

His hands left her wrists. In a moment Marrian felt her son's left hand wrap 
tightly around her waist while the other slipped over her opening mouth, his 
fingers pressing her lips in so hard that they cut against her front teeth. 
He was dragging her back, back past the sofa, back toward the bedroom. Her 
heels dragged over the blue thick piling of the living room carpet, her 
ankles striking the coffee table, the sofa. Marrian drew her hands up, 
curling her fingers around her son's right hand, trying to pry it off her 
lips so she could let out another yell. 

"Don't, Mom ... don't do it or I'm gonna hurt you," Justin warned. 

Hurt his own mother? No, never! She had loved him, had been good to him. 
Surely he wouldn't do something as foul as that. Marrian kept trying to pry 
the hand off her mouth, kicking back, twisting her body as best she could 
while her son dragged her down the darkened hall. 

"No! Stop this!" 

The hand at her waist had gone for a moment. Marrian twisted her body to the 
right, arching her spine, pulling away from her son. But the hand on her 
mouth still held, keeping her head pressed against his chest. There was a 
jingling sound. His zipper! Oh, God, he was going to fuck her! Suddenly the 
thought of having her own son raping her right there in her house knifed 
through her brain, horrifying her. Marrian screamed again, this time into 
Justin's callused palm, and kicked back. She had to get away. There could be 
no way that she could submit to something like this-her son, her own son! 

"Damn it!" Justin bellowed. 

Her right heel had caught him in the shin, catching Justin off-balance for a 
second. Marrian took advantage of his temporary surprise and jerked forward, 
pulling completely away from her son. Not daring to look back, the woman let 
out a small cry and darted down the hall, her thighs jiggling, her 
ass-cheeks bouncing up and down, her tits slapping wildly together. Where 
would she flee? The backyard? The streets? What would the neighbors say, 
watching her rush from the house stark naked, her hair streaming back, with 
her son in hot pursuit? Marrian didn't care. At this point, all she wanted 
was to flee from her son. 

"Come back here!" he yelled. 

The frantic blonde woman had managed to reach the kitchen doorway when 
Justin caught up with her, his fingers catching her hair, jerking her back. 
Marrian screamed, her arms stretched out in front of her, her fingers 
clawing uselessly at the air, her knees bending, falling to the carpeted 
floor. Marrian sobbed, frantically pounding her hands around her scalp, 
trying to pry his fingers from her golden strands while her tits hung 
forward slightly from her chest. Please don't let this happen! she prayed 
silently, hot tears rushing down her cheeks. 

"Thought you'd run away, huh, Mom? I was thinkin' about fuckin' you all the 
way back here from school, and then you run away," Justin said, his voice 
thick, trembling with an unspoken threat. 

"All the way back? Oh, my God, what's happened to you, Justin? Thinking that 
kind of thing ... it's unnatural!" Marrian gasped with horror, forgetting 
temporarily about the pain in her scalp. 

"Can't help it. That's just the way I felt ... felt that way a long time, 
too," he added, twisting her hair a little more, letting out a sigh when he 
heard his mother cry out in pain under him. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

She was flat on the floor now, her tits pillowing out on the carpeting, her 
legs spread out so that her toes touched either wall of the narrow corridor. 
The stiff, scratchy feel of the carpeting against her pussy felt strangely 
good, tingly, satisfying. But Marrian did all she could to keep this 
pleasant feeling a secret from her son. Surely he would come to his senses. 

"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned. 

For the time being, Marrian knew that she had to endure this horror show. He 
was between her legs now, his right hand exploring her girlish waist. 
Marrian trembled under her son's touch. She could hear his labored 
breathing, knew he was aroused, sexually aroused. Letting out another soft 
moan, Marrian tried drawing her legs together, shuddering at the scratchy 
feel of the carpeting against her thigh flesh. 

"Oh no, no...." 

"Open up, Mom ... come on, open up," he said, mockery heavy in his voice. 

It was as if she didn't know this young man, her son. He rolled on top of 
her, shoving his legs between hers, keeping her open and wide apart. The 
idea of what he was trying to do made the woman shudder with revulsion. Her 
normal life had suddenly been turned upside down, shattered by this terror. 
Marrian could taste bile rising in her throat. She had to keep her sense, 
her composure, at least as much as she could. Perhaps there would be a time 
when she could bolt from him, escape and run away! 

"Yeah, Mom, come on, it's gonna feel real good roddin' you, real good...." 

His voice was a sigh, as soft as her ass-cheeks, which gave under the 
pressure of the stud's thick-muscled thighs. He had opened his pants fully. 
Marrian could feel his cock, his long stiff hot prick, that tempting 
cockflesh she used to catch glimpses of when he was a teenager taking a 
shower in the upstairs bathroom. It was pressing against her ass-cheeks now, 
edging dangerously close to her hot, sweaty asscrack. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Marrian squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from her son. But Justin 
was playing a savage game with her, opening his mouth, then biting down on 
her hair, yanking it back until she squealed in pain again, her body 
trembling with agony. 

"Nooooo ... oh, Justin ... you're hurting me, hurting your own mother!" 
Marrian sobbed, blinking away the tears welling up behind her eyes. 

"Yeahhhh...." 

He jerked his head back once more, tearing out several strands with his 
teeth, massaging his hands up and down her shoulder blades. 

And now she could feel his hot throbbing cock pushing into the intimate 
junction between her thighs. No mother should be feeling this! No mother! 
And yet there she was, stretched out on the floor, loving every second of 
this horror. 

A car drove by outside. Someone outside was arguing about something. In the 
kitchen, the wall clock ticked mechanically while the refrigerator hummed as 
usual. Yes, everything was going on normally, in spite of the incestuous 
scene happening right here under her own roof. 

"Justin!" 

"Poor little Mom," Justin mocked. "You don't look comfortable. You oughtta 
be all smiles, especially knowing what I'm going to do to you." 

Marrian shouted when she felt her son's fingers stroking her cunt. Realizing 
what was going to happen in a moment, she struggled wildly. 

"God, help, he's raping me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Damn 
it!" 

There was the sound of a fist hissing through the air. Marrian couldn't 
believe it. He was going to strike her, knock her out. She screamed again, 
getting out the first few words before the fist hit her on the right side of 
the head. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as the woman let out a groan, 
her body jerking from the force of the blow. Marrian struggled "to keep her 
consciousness. But Justin's hammering fist had done its job. With a groan, 
the blonde woman fell unconscious, her body about to be violated. 

Marrian had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She came to, feeling 
herself in a sitting position. At first afraid to open her eyes, the woman 
couldn't resist cracking them a bit. Breathing heavily, Marrian cracked her 
lids, peering through the long blonde lashes. She wasn't upstairs any 
longer. Justin had dragged her though the kitchen and down the stairs, 
apparently, to the basement. Her heels and ankles were sore, doubtlessly 
from having struck the steps on the way down to the cellar. Opening her eyes 
wider, Marrian saw that she was on an older wooden chair, the back having 
been cracked years ago. Splinters bit into her shoulders and thighs and her 
toes curled against the cold concrete beneath. 

Marrian wanted to rub her forehead, shake away the gray cobwebs that Justin 
had put there with his fist. But she realized at this point that she 
couldn't. Her hands had been tied behind the chair, her arms stretched 
around the back of that wooden chair. Her shoulders ached from the unnatural 
position. Justin had tied her well, looping the half-inch line around her 
wrists in two figure-eight knots, securing the line with a slipknot. The 
rope bit into her flesh, chafing the skin pink whenever she moved her wrists 
around in attempts to slip free. Opening her eyes completely and shaking her 
head, Marrian realized that her legs were bound also, her ankles to the bent 
legs of the chair. Justin had tied them also with figure-eight knots, 
binding her ankles to the wood. Turning her head toward the half-lit stairs 
to her right, Marrian saw her son standing there, his massive body blocking 
out the light filtering down from the kitchen. Seeing him darkly silhouetted 
like that made the woman shudder. He looked like an executioner! 

"Ohhhhh, Justin, what are you doing to me? Dear God, what?" 

"I'm sick and tired of hearing you yell out, Mom. I'm gonna make sure you 
don't do nothin' except moan." 

He was slipping his pants off completely now, stepping from them, his fat 
prick wagging from side to side, striking his thighs. Reaching in his 
pocket, Justin pulled out a dirty white handkerchief. He wadded it up, then 
swaggered over to the chair, where he pulled back on his mother's hair and 
jammed the filthy rag into her mouth. 

"Uhhhhffff!" 

"You know, I'm not the only guy who thought about workin' a number on his 
old lady," Justin said, fixing the gag, then taping it to her head with an 
inch-and-one-half masking tape. "I talked to a lotta guys up there in 
Stanford. You know." Justin bent down next to his mother and looked up into 
her wide, terrified eyes. "Lots of guys think about fuckin' their mothers, 
about tyin' 'em up and gettin' back for all those years they didn't let them 
do stuff. Don't know." Justin paused, looking away for a moment and 
shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe it's wrong. Lots of people would think so. 
But," he added, standing up and shaking loose hair from his eyes, "I don't 
think so. Thought about this a lot. Cut the last few days of physics to come 
down here and think about it, maybe do something about it. Well, it's going 
down now, Mom, going down." 

Marrian shook her head violently from side to side, crying out through the 
spit-soaked gag, tensing her muscles so hard that they ached and cramped. He 
wasn't fucking her yet, hadn't fucked her. No, her pussy wasn't damp with 
cum, wasn't sore from the stretching she surely would have felt from a prick 
the size of Justin's. But what was he going to do, then? 

"Gotta warm up, and dad's old generator's just the thing." 

What? Marrian watched him with her rounded eyes, twisting her wrists around 
in the rope. He moved to the old workbench near the stairs, knocking aside 
several of the old tools and pulling a large, gray machine from the top. It 
was the portable generator her late husband had purchased just before he 
died. Now her son was pulling it out, straightening the colored wires 
dangling from the sides. 

Minutes passed, maddening minutes, and Marrian felt her flesh crawling with 
terror and perspiration. Beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead and her 
fingers were growing cold and numb from the restraining rope. She tried 
pushing her thighs farther apart, working her toes against the floor, 
anything to increase the circulation. And all the while, Justin was working 
nearby, stark naked, his prick having lost some of its stiffness. But his 
balls still pulled high and tight against his groin, a sure sign that he was 
still aroused by the fact of having his mother stripped and bound near him. 

"There...." 

Finished? With what? Marrian craned her neck forward as much as she could, 
peering through the darkness at that big gray machine her son had cleaned a 
bit. Blue and red and black wires twisted out of the generator, the ends 
tipped by silver clamps Justin had attached during the passing time. 
"Mmmmmfffffff!" 

"Ever see somethin' like this, Mom? I heard the Nazis used lots of 
electricity in the camps during World War II," Justin said, holding one wire 
up to his face and twisting the clamp in front of his eyes. He was smiling 
more broadly, his teeth barely showing under his thick blond mustache. It 
was a horrible smile, one that made the woman tremble in her bonds. "They 
used to have people electrocute one another this way. I'm not gonna go that 
far ... I think." 

Marrian didn't know what her son was up to, but she was certain that it 
would be awful. She moaned again through the gag, pushing her tongue against 
the dirty cotton, trying to wriggle free of the restraining ropes around her 
wrists and ankles. The chair scraped against the concrete floor while her 
tits jiggled from her violent movements. Then feeling a wave of exhaustion, 
Marrian stopped, her head hanging low, her hair curtaining her face. 

"There's no way you're gonna get outta here without me lettin' you loose. So 
you might as well get used to it." 

Justin moved the generator around to her chair, setting it on a low 
overturned box. He had already plugged the thick black wire into the wall 
socket and was examining the clamps once more. Some were larger than the 
others, all of them looking incredibly evil. "Mfffffff!" 

Marrian's eyes widened even more, her fingers working against her palms, her 
throat and chest tightening until they hurt as her son opened one clamp and 
moved it to her right nipple. Justin was watching her, his eyes dancing 
merrily, savagely as he brushed the cold metal against her hot, rubbery tit 
tip. Closing her eyes the woman let out another shuddering groan, jerking 
her body back, hearing the chair scrape once more against the floor. No, he 
couldn't be doing this to her, couldn't be tormenting her this way! 

"Uhhfhhfhfhfhhgthhfhfff!" 

He had done it! Crying out as loudly as she could, Marrian felt the cold, 
cruel teeth of the small clamp bite into her nipple! It was like having a 
thousand microscopic icy needles cutting into her flesh! Marrian jerked 
back, her body whipping from side to side, nearly unending the chair. Justin 
had to hold her down as he affixed the clamp more judiciously around her 
nipple. 

"Easy, Mom, you've got others to go," Justin said, slapping her lightly 
across the face to bring her to. 

Marrian sobbed, chewing down on the filthy gag, wondering when her daughter 
would come home, praying that she wouldn't for a while. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"And this one ... goes right here." 

Marrian let out another groan, biting down hard on the gag as Justin opened 
the teeth of the second half-inch clamp, then let them bite down on her left 
nipple. The woman struggled back against the chair, rubbing her spine 
against the support, feeling herself grow faint from the pain. The sensation 
of the clamps biting down into her nipples took her breath away. And those 
wires! They promised more to come, more pain, more humiliation. Again, 
Marrian looked pleadingly at her son, wishing that she could roll the gag 
out, beg him, promise him anything. Surely there couldn't have been anything 
in the past that could have merited something like this! 

"Now for the fun parts...." 

Two of the large clamps dangled in his right hand. Taking the first one, 
Justin opened it up, clamping it to her right cunt lip. The shock of having 
something down there, of having something touching her cunt, let alone of 
having her son involved with it, nearly knocked Marrian out of her mind. She 
winced, her body shivering, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples as the 
tiny, needle-like teeth nibbled into her pussymeat. And then there was the 
second clamp, drawing closer to her other cunt lip. Justin was humming some 
tune as he fastened the metal device to her pussy. 

"Two more to go...." 

Marrian looked down, seeing her body wired this obscenely to that awful 
machine. As she moved, the black wires jiggled together, the clamps seeming 
to bite down even more savagely into her body. Justin took another clamp and 
he attached it to the moist red cunt-meat just below her clit. 

"Yeah, you tell me you're not excited, Mom, but look at this," Justin said, 
rubbing his knuckles over her pussy, then raising them and shoving them in 
front of her eyes. They were wet, wet with her flowing, hot juices of 
arousal. 

"Ooooffff!" 

"Nothin' more to say, Mom. You want this same kinda stuff like I do." 

"No, nooo!" she cried through the gag. 

But by now her juices were boiling, seething from her weeping fuck-hole, 
slicking down her tightening thighs. Marrian felt her muscles convulsing 
around her fuzzy pussy, milking the aroused walls against nothingness. Oh, 
if only she had something inside her, something as thick and long and hot as 
her son's cock! It was wrong to think of something like that, she guessed. 
But how could she help it? Everything conspired to make her into this kind 
of grunting, gasping slut. "Uhhhhhh...." 

Justin moved around behind the chair, reaching around and spreading his 
mother's ass-cheeks wide apart as best he could. Marrian felt him pushing 
her forward, raising her ass up from the splintery chair bottom for a 
moment. Then something cold and thin was being stuffed into her ass. He was 
sliding a clamp up her shitter! Marrian closed her eyes and gasped, feeling 
her shitter muscles tightening around this unnatural invasion. 

"Oooooohfffff!" 

The muscles around her arms and shoulders ached. And those clamps, those 
awful clamps chewing so painfully, and yet so erotically around her cunt 
were driving her mad! Justin pulled back and checked the wires, satisfied 
that he had done a good job. Marrian was breathing hard now, her nostrils 
burning from the air she sucked in with wheezing gasps to feed her twisting 
body. 

"Nooofff!" she protested again through the salty gag. 

"You don't have a choice, Mom. Just like I didn't have a choice in a lotta 
things you and dad did to me," Justin countered. 

She saw Justin heading over to the generator. He stopped by the right side 
of the big machine, looked at her once, then looked down at the dials and 
flipped on the switch. Immediately a gentle humming sound filled the room. 
Marrian tensed, waiting for the first rush of electricity to crash into her 
body. 

"You know, there's enough juice put outta this thing to fry a fish ... at 
least, that's what dad said just before he kicked over. You think so, Mom?" 
Justin taunted, smiling at his terrified mother. 

"Uhhhhffff...." 

Marrian struggled, bending forward at the waist, pulling her wrists against 
the wooden back while twisting her legs and ankles around as best she could. 
The ropes groaned from her frantic moves but held fast, rubbing painfully 
against her flesh. 

"No way, Mom, no way!" 

The wait was terrifying. At any second her son could release the power of 
that generator into her body. Marrian felt her stomach tightening, turning 
over, churning with horror. Oh how heavy those clamps were on her tits, 
pulling at her nipples. And that thing in her ass was pushing up like a 
finger, an obscene digit wiggling its way up into her bowels. How those tiny 
teeth nibbling at her clit seemed to move, actually move, even though 
Marrian knew that they were perfectly still! More juice seeped out, washing 
over her pussy-hairs, slicking down her thighs as that awful humming sound 
filled her ears. 

Justin had turned toward his mother, his victim. The woman's face was 
flushed more than before, her eyes glazed and wide, staring back at her son 
in disbelieving horror. The cotton gag swelled her cheeks, puffing them out 
while spit frothed around the corners of her stretched lips. The clamps were 
making her nipples blush darkly and her cunt lips spread apart from the 
weight of the heavier, broader metal clamps. Marrian moaned like a 
frightened little puppy, afraid of the dark and hungry for affection. 

His fingers were near the dial. And then slowly they turned the plastic 
wheel, making the humming rise another pitch. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." she whimpered. 

Marrian threw her shoulders back, slamming her spine against the chair. It 
was different, humiliating, awful! Her tits pulsed, the wire in her ass 
jumping around as if it had a life of its own, while the muscles throughout 
her body tightened. It was just a little bit of electricity, just enough for 
the woman to feel it. A warming, slight burning sensation exploded around 
both nipples, her clit, her cunt lips, her ass-hole. Marrian tightened her 
muscles in her thighs, jerking them together as best she could. She could 
feel the ropes still holding her arms and legs prisoner. The buzzing echoed 
through her ears now as electricity shot into her body. Her belly tightened, 
then rippled from the current. Her spread cunt lips were slick with more and 
more juice that spilled over her thighs. 

"Yeah, Mom, that's just a sample of what's gonna come," Justin said, 
reaching down wkh one hand and jacking his prick slowly. Marrian turned her 
head in his direction, her eyes taking in the big dark generator that seemed 
to loom even more than before. Then she moved her eyes up and saw his cock, 
that big juicy hunk of prickmeat throbbing between his fingers and wished, 
for one awful second, that Justin would slip it to her! 

How fantasies danced in her head as more and more electricity rippled 
through her bound body. Marrian jerked again, her legs twitching, banging up 
against the chair while the ropes still did their job. There was another 
increase in electricity, the generator humming a note higher than before. 
The faint pulse had increased to a steady throbbing in her tits and cunt, 
her ass feeling as if someone were licking up there, skewering her body with 
a warm, wet prick. Fucked in the ass! Just the thought of it, of having a 
cock shoved up where that wire was now made Marrian tremble. 

"Huhhrhrhhrrrr!" she growled. 

Another increase. Her arms spasmed, the muscles knotting up until they 
cramped while the tendons pressed up against her thighs, ridging her 
sweat-slicked flesh. Marrian knew that there would be more, more that would 
tear her flesh, rip it to pieces! And how her cunt itched through all this, 
itched and tingled as if she were waiting impatiently for a hot lover to 
come and... 

"Aggghhfhfffff!" 

That wire seemed to clog her ass even more than before! Marrian jerked more 
wildly as Justin increased the setting. 

"Now we're gettin' into the hot stuff ... yeah, you're gonna really get into 
it now!" 

As the electricity soared through her body, Marrian jerked wildly, biting 
down hard on the cloth gag. Her temples throbbed and ached as she heard the 
generator nearly screaming next to her. Her nipples were swollen more and 
more, pressing against the chewing teeth of the sputtering clamp. The 
muscles in her belly knotted more and her clit felt as if it were swelling 
to the bursting point. Again, Marrian tried closing her legs, tried working 
those awful clamps from around her cunt lips and clit. But nothing worked. 
All she could do was sit there and take it, have the electricity rippling 
into her helpless body while her son laughed and increased the setting yet 
another notch. 

"Yaggghghhhfhhffff!" she screamed. 

The room sank away from her consciousness. Now all that was left was a 
yellow glow filming her eyes, matching the glow warming her pussy, her 
thighs. Her cunt lips felt raw, pulsing, hot and tense. 

"Come on, come on, Mom, you like it, right? You like it." 

Marrian looked heavy lidded at her son, wishing with one part of her mind 
that he would die, and with the other part that he would tear off those 
awful wires, throw her onto the floor and fuck her! 

"Maybe a little more juice...." 

If only she could beg him to stop, promise she would do anything for him. 
But the gag kept her from saying a word. Screaming through the gag, Marrian 
watched helplessly as the dial moved up yet another notch. 

"Yaggghghhhhffff!" 

It was like having hard fists hitting her in the tits, cunt and ass. The 
shocks, pulsing one after the other, were like shards of glass tearing into 
her body. Her ass recoiled like an over-wound spring, making her think she 
was about to disgrace herself, shit all over the chair, add further yet to 
her humiliation and degradation. 

"Uhhfhhfhhffff!" 

Urine spouted from her cunt, wetting down her thighs as Marrian felt herself 
losing control of her natural functions. Her fingernails were scratching 
painfully at her wrists and palms as fiery steel daggers stabbed into her 
pussy and tits. Another notch, and the generator screamed like a soprano 
now. Marrian screamed as well, her eyes sinking back in her head, her 
eyelids fluttering, her legs shivering and shaking uncontrollably while her 
tits danced and jiggled against the wagging black wires. More juice and more 
cries choked behind the cotton gag. 

"Go for it, Mom." 

"Huhhhrrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" 

The world exploded into millions of pieces, her body shattering along with 
it. She would die, surely die from this, electrocuted by her own son in the 
basement of her house. How would Ann see this? Would Jack go after her the 
way he had attacked his own mother? The thought saddened her only briefly. 
Then another, more powerful jolt of electricity surging through the black 
wires, drove even those thoughts from her mind. 

"Ygghfhfhhfff!" she cried through the gag. 

Marrian writhed, saliva oozing from her mouth, cunt-juice gushing from her 
fuzzy fuck-hole. She arched her spine, bowing out from the chair, the ropes 
straining and groaning as the woman nearly glowed with electrical current. 
What things were going on in her body! Her lips and nipples were turning 
purple from the increase of electrical current, spittle setting like 
diamonds on her lips. There was some great beast stalking inside her body, 
the claws tearing at her insides, ripping her bowels, tearing at her clit, 
at her nipples. Her head jerked from side to side, her blonde hair splashing 
over her face and base of her throat. No more, no more. Her heart was 
beating irregularly. Surely it would burst from this surge of pain and 
pleasure and electricity. 

"Yughghhhfhhfhfff!" 

And then the inexplicable happened! In the midst of the beating, throbbing 
pain, Marrian experienced climax, one of the most shattering climaxes she 
had ever had in her life! 

"Mmfmfmmffff!" she panted. 

Her mind flew to pieces, her body twisting and writhing until the ropes 
nearly drew blood from her wrists and ankles. She coughed and laughed and 
screamed through the soaked cotton, wanting to tear at anything that came 
close, unable to move from the chair. She shuddered and jerked, the 
electricity keeping her climax going, intensifying the abnormally powerful 
explosions of her clit. 

"Ghgfhhghhghghggtf!" 

Her face was a blur. Her legs kicked against the ropes binding her ankles. 
Just could take no more. With a rapid hand movement, he shut the machine 
down. Marrian felt as if some great force that had been pinning her body 
down to the chair were suddenly released. With a gasping groan, she sank 
heavily forward, the ropes keeping her from tumbling to the floor. How her 
cunt burned and ached from the electrical onslaught and her own climax! The 
throbs still went on, not ebbing even though the power had been switched 
off! And her ass-hole! Marrian had no idea of the nerves back there, of how 
they could be stimulated! 

"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned. 

Justin was pulling the wires from her nipples. Half conscious, groaning, 
Marrian felt herself being released from the chair, felt herself falling 
into her horrible son's arms. She was still sobbing, feeling the terrible 
tremors erupting in her cunt and ass-hole. Even her tits spasmed and jerked. 
Marrian felt herself fainting, falling into a black abyss of 
unconsciousness. Justin wouldn't let her go this easily. No, her son had 
more, much more to put her through. 

"Justinnnnn ... don't ... don't ... oh, God, you've done enough to me, 
haven? you?" 

There was no answer. He said nothing, pulling her from the chair. Her body 
weighed heavily against him as the young naked man pulled his mother past 
the chair, past the workbench and generator, past the water heater to a pile 
of old rags stacked to one side. "Uhhhhhh...." 

"Gonna fuck your mouth, Mom. Gonna see how it feels gettin' sucked off by my 
own mother," Justin said, wrapping his fingers around her head and jerking 
her face into his crotch. 

Marrian was nearly smothered by his soft, leathery balls. She sneezed, the 
wiry hairs of his crotch tickling the insides of her nostrils. 

"Suck it," he demanded. 

His fingers were twisting in her hair again, threatening to snatch her bald. 
Her pussy still convulsing, Marrian obeyed willingly, parting her full lips, 
feeling them peel back over her teeth as if she were about to kiss. Instead 
of a mouth, however, she received fat hot prick-meat rubbing over her lower 
lip. The weight made it pout down. Yes, she could taste the clean, bleachy 
flavor of his cum as it oozed from his piss-slit. And then her son was 
shoving forward, sliding his prick over her tongue, telling her to massage 
the sensitive groove under his prickhead. 

Down, down it went, making her cheeks puff out, making her eyes water with 
lust, with depravity, with horror, and with inexplicable joy. Marrian had to 
breathe through her nose as his cock blocked her mouth. She was doing as he 
wanted, wriggling her tongue from side to side, drawing more juice from his 
fuckrod, watching her son's body tremble as hers had done earlier with the 
electricity. He fanned his fingers out along the sides of her head now, 
pressing the tips against her skull as if he were about to crush it. Sawing 
his prick in and out, he fucked her mouth until his cockhead was massaging 
her tonsils. Justin was saying terrible things to her, things that he had 
wanted to say for years. 

"Good head, Mom. Yeahhhh, always wanted to have you suck me off, wrap that 
tongue around my prick. Used to lay in bed thinking about you and Dad 
fuckin' away in the room next door. Wanted to do the same thing ... have you 
suck my prick, then get fucked." 

Words. Just words. They drifted in and out of her head as Marrian kept 
sucking on her son's cock. How big it was! How good his prick felt pressing 
against the insides of her cheeks, caressing her tongue, thrusting down her 
throat! She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in. 

"Good head, Mom, real good head ... just ... uhhh ... like I thought it 
would be," Justin said, leaning against his mother in such a way that his 
lower belly pressed against her forehead. 

Marrian sucked harder, the taste of his cum becoming stronger, saltier, 
making her swallow more and more. Justin was groaning louder now, twisting 
his hips from side to side, stirring his cock inside her mouth like a big 
spoon. Her tongue kept licking around his fat fuckrod, drawing more and more 
juice from it. She no longer knew if it were her son kneeling there, forcing 
his cock in her mouth, or some wonderful strange lover come to save her from 
her boring listless life. Everything was happening too fast for her to 
think. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Marrian sighed. 

She felt his fat cockhead shoving back over her tongue, sliding back more 
and more until it was clear to the back of her throat! 

"Good, real good." 

Marrian groaned. Yes it was good, very good. In spite of everything, or 
perhaps because of everything, this was making her body sing in a tone it 
rarely had. How good, how wonderful it was! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Fuck...." Justin held his prick in his mother's mouth, his double-lobed 
cockhead slowly fucking in and out between her compressed lips. "Ohhhhhh!" 

He pulled out completely, holding his fingers tightly around his fuckrod 
until the head turned purple, big and purple. Marrian knew what that meant. 
Her son was close to shooting his jizz. Oh, and she had been the one to 
excite him, to drive him to this point! The thought made her head spin with 
excitement! 

"Justin...." 

How should she act now? He had put her through so much, had hurt her, 
degraded her, and yet she wanted more of that treatment, more. 

"Damn it!" he yelled. 

"Noooo!" 

He slapped her across the face, his knuckles bruising her chin and lips. 
Yes, let him do anything to her, hit her, torment her, do anything as long 
as he could satisfy the longing and throbbing in her cunt! 

"Uhhhhh!" she gasped. 

He was on top of her, his knees spreading hers apart, his prickhead jabbing 
for her cunt. Marrian rolled her head from side to side, keeping her 
shoulder blades and ass flat on the mass of stinking rags under her. She 
could feel Justin's breath on her tits, feel his mouth chewing on her sore 
nipples, his tongue lathering the tips with hot spit. "Ohhhhh...." 

Her son, her own son, and his prickhead was finding her cunt-hairs. Her 
knees were edging back, back, until they pressed against her tits. In a 
moment she felt his prickhead sliding on her juices up into her hot, 
throbbing cunt. Fucked! Fucked for the first time in six years, and by her 
sadistic son. His hot prickflesh shoved against her, fucking her, reaming 
her out, getting her hot enough to hunch back onto him. 

"Uhhhh, Mom, go for it ... go!" 

Marrian thought about the ropes, about the electricity that tore through her 
body and screamed, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against 
the rags. 

"Want me to stop now, Mom? Want me to stop fuckin' you?" 

"No, oh, no, no, no!" 

It was to her shame that she admitted this. Her nipples still pulsing from 
the metal clamps, her cunt still clutching around madly from the 
electricity, Marrian couldn't deny the pleasure her son was bringing her 
with his cock. With another groan, the frantic woman shot her hands around 
his back, pulling him down closer to her body. 

"Take it, Mom, take it, fuck it out, get my cum," he grunted, shoving his 
fuckrod deep inside the clutching cunthole. His prickmeat slid in on that 
thick film of pussy oil. Again and again, he fucked her, rodding his own 
mother, his ass shoving down fast, sending his cockmeat steaming in and out 
of Marrian's cunt as fast as he could make it. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"More, Mom? You want more? You want it all the way, Mom?" 

His taunting voice ran in her head as she tightened her thighs, hunching up. 
She felt his strokes getting longer, deeper, slower. Marrian tightened up on 
her cuntsheath still more, squeezing as much as she could on the downstroke. 
She felt his cockhead working its way down, down into her clutching, begging 
body. Tremors of incredible need were starting up again, making her writhe 
desperately under her son. She was heading for another climax, her body 
about to explode all over again. But this time there was a reason, his cock 
buried up to the hilt, his balls ready to pump out a good hot load into her. 

"Ohhhh...." 

She was moaning, gripping her son tighter as she shoved her body up onto his 
convulsing fuckrod. Justin went wild, grinding his hips against hers. His 
cock careened into her pussy like a runaway missile. As the spasms of her 
pussy became stronger and fed up to her clit, Marrian moaned and grunted, 
hoping against hope that her son would cum soon. Her climax was there, just 
out of reach, so close that she was afraid to move. Then suddenly she felt 
Justin's prick start to throb around deep in her cunt. The woman's pussy 
muscles tightened and convulsed wildly. 

"Shoot ... gonna...." 

Justin couldn't finish the sentence. Crying out with a low, wild growl the 
young man blew apart, hot jizz flooding into his mother's cunt. Marrian felt 
her hot, sore stretched cunt blowing apart at the same time. Her climax came 
on so strong that she nearly fainted. Her clit throbbed and beat more wildly 
than when it had exploded under the electrical assault. 

"Yaggghghhhhhhh!" 

It was as if she were about to die! Her cunt gripped hard onto her son's 
shooting prick, clutching it in massaging movements twice for every load of 
jizz shot into her pussy. 

"Yaggghghghhhhuhhhh!" 

And then it was over! Marrian lay there on the pile of rags like a discarded 
sack, one arm draped over her eyes, a feeling of shame and guilt hovering 
over her like a death cloud. 

Between her legs, the woman could feel the cum and juice still seeping from 
her fuck-hole, trickling over her thighs, making her shudder at that light 
touch. Oh, what had she done? 

"That was good, Mom, real good." 

Justin muttered something else, climbing over his mother, hitching up his 
pants, then slipping on the shirt he had discarded earlier. 

"I'm gonna be home for a week. Maybe we can do this again, Mom ... you know, 
a real mother-son relationship, something they always talk about on those 
dumb shows," Justin mocked, nodding to her as she sat up, then he slowly 
climbed the stairs back to the kitchen. 

Marrian followed him up with her eyes, not daring to move until he 
disappeared completely. Putting one hand to her head, the woman bent 
forward, looking at the thin stream of white dribbling from her cunthole, at 
the marks that the ropes had left on her wrists and ankles, then at the 
generator that had caused her so much pleasure and pain. How on earth had 
all this begun? It had to stop, had to end before she could go on with her 
life. But how could she stop what she felt was a freight train heading out 
of control. God only knew how, but Marrian knew that she had to come to 
terms with it. Groaning, staggering up to her feet Marrian struggled for 
balance, wondering where on earth her daughter was. 

The ordeal for Ann wasn't over, however. Jack had promised to take her home, 
concerned as she was of what her mother would say if she were late. And 
after all, she was supposed to be with her girlfriends. What would they say 
if she weren't to go back at all? But those questions were buried by the 
young man's fast-rising lust once more. Halfway home he stopped the car, 
turned and looked at Ann, cringing in the corner of the front seat. She 
didn't dare look at him, didn't dare speak a word. Her ass still ached from 
the savage rape. Ann wanted only to get away from him, get away and into her 
house where she would be safe. 

"Ain't gonna let you go this easy," he muttered, jamming the gears of his 
car and wheeling off in a direction opposite to the one he had been taking. 

"What? Oh, please, don't!" 

Ann thought about taking the wheel from him, pulling out the ignition key, 
jumping from the car. But in the end the fear of hurting herself in the fall 
kept Ann in the car. Swallowing hard, she sat quietly as they wheeled down 
several back streets near her house, turning into a narrow drive of a small, 
abandoned grocery store. There were two other cars parked nearby. Ann 
shivered, pressing her fingers to her lips. She had heard some of the kids 
at school talk about Jack and his friends. They had some place near the 
schoolyard where they did all sorts of things. Just what those things were, 
no one seemed to know. But there were plenty of guesses, all of them kinky 
and obscene. 

"Out," Jack barked. 

They had stopped, turning the engine off. Through the dirty, cracked 
storefront window, Ann could see a light filtering through a door inside. 
Clutching the door handle, the girl pushed it open, her thoughts about 
fleeing quickly dashed when Jack took her by the arm and dragged her 
forward, away from the car, toward the side of the wooden building. 

"You're ... ohhhh...." she whined. 

Her feet shuffled unsteadily over the piles of dirt and broken wallboards on 
the ground. The neighborhood was nearly deserted, the few streetlights 
barely illuminating the pavement of what once was a wide concrete sidewalk. 
In the near distance, Ann could hear a dog barking, probably a guard dog 
protecting what was left of his master's premises. They walked to a green 
wooden door, where Jack knocked three times. 

"You got somebody for us, huh?" 

Someone she had seen hanging around with Jack at school was looking at her 
through a crack in the doorway. Laughing, he pulled it wide and open and 
stepped back. "Ugh!" 

Jack shoved her in, his paw-like hand pushing roughly between her shoulder 
blades. 

"Fucked her in the ass," he said casually, smoothing down his black hair and 
taking an offered beer. The slamming door behind her made Ann nearly jump 
out of her skin. "She wasn't bad. Virgin, though. Didn't wanna fuck up my 
prick." 

"Yeah, know what you mean." 

Two others appeared in what was a small back room stinking of smoke and 
beer. A large table littered with cigarette butts and crinkled beer cans was 
pushed to one side. Pillows, instead of chairs, were flung around the dirty 
floor, the whole place illuminated by one yellow bare bulb hanging from the 
center of the ceiling. It was an awful, unkempt place, perfect for animals 
like Jack and his buddies. 

"Come on, bitch. You're gonna show the guys your stuff." 

Ann shrank away from Jack's touch, clutching the torn edges of her dress 
modestly to her body. She looked at the four men surrounding her. Animals. 
All of them were wild tigers, about to tear her to pieces. She could see it 
in their eyes, feel it like some sick fog in the room, rising and making her 
nostrils wrinkle from the stench. 

"No!" 

Someone had taken hold of her dress, pulling it down. There was another 
tearing sound as more material slipped from her shoulders. 

"Yeah, pull it off her, boys." 

"No!" 

Her hands were everywhere, trying to keep the garment on, slapping the 
offending hands away, unable to keep them from tearing her cotton dress 
finally from her body. She stood there, bent forward slightly, her upper 
arms folded in to protect her tits, while her hands clutched over the damp 
nylon of her panty crotch. 

"Don't worry about this one, Greig," Jack said to a tall, lanky blond with 
an unshaven face. "She's into pain ... lots of it." 

"Yeah?" 

Greig's thin lips curled into a sick smile. Ann trembled, shaking her head 
slowly. A hand slapped her hard on the ass-cheeks, making the plump mounds 
jiggle from the force of the blow. The frightened teen squealed, wheeling 
around, giving the squat redhead who had hit her a nasty look. 

"String up the bitch! Come on, let's see her dangle, man," Greig suggested. 

"Got somethin' better to watch. Come on," Jack said, bending down and 
picking up a cast-off rotting two-by-four. 

Ann shivered. Small bug-like creatures scampered out of the damp piece of 
wood, scurrying across the floor and burrowing into the wall. Jack tapped 
the board several times on the floor, then threw it down at her feet. Greig 
looked curiously at it for a moment, then grinned. He took up the block, 
wedging it between the girl's feet. 

"Bend over, baby ... now." 

Ann sniffed, wiped her eyes, then did as she was told, her tits rolling out 
and dangling obscenely under her chin. Jack was holding some rope, placing 
the board on each of her ankles and telling her to spread her legs farther 
apart. Another minute passed. The big stud slid the rope around her wrists, 
then looped it into a slip knot, threading it around her ankles and the 
board, finally fixing all three tightly together. He repeated the action 
with the other foot and wrist, binding the girl to the board in that 
awkward, bent-over position. Ann tugged up on the bonds, feeling them cut 
into her flesh, wishing to God that these terrible men would let her go. 
Greig was behind her, rubbing one hand over her full ass-cheeks. The girl 
flinched, letting out a low groan as she felt his fingers caressing the 
place where Jack had fucked her so savagely. 

"Uhhhh...." 

"She's still sensitive back there," Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his 
fly. "Yeah, sensitive, but real hot. Probably wouldn't mind another 
ass-fuckin', dependin' on who was givin' it to her," he said with a smirk, 
flashing a challenge to his buddy. 

Greig frowned, smacking the girl hard on both ass-cheeks, his lips straight, 
pulled taut, not smiling at all in spite of the resulting squeal that his 
blows brought from Ann. 

"Ain't gonna dirty up my prick with your cum, Jack. I ain't no queer, goin' 
in for havin' cum on my cock. I got a better idea." 

There was smothered talking behind her as the men huddled together. Ann 
twisted her head around, trying to hear what they were going to do to her. 
Greig walked up to the trembling girl once again, rubbing his crotch against 
her ass-cheeks obscenely, then moving around to a small cabinet. Pulling out 
the top drawer of the squat green metal bureau, the blond stud fished out 
two small pieces of chain, each with clamps on either end of them. 

"Made this myself," he said, rolling the links between his fingers. "You 
wanna see how it works?" he asked, turning to Ann. 

"No!" she gasped, her eyes wide, focused on the small clamps. He was opening 
them up now, opening them and closing them like the jaws of some small 
crocodile. Jack slipped up behind her, slipping his belt from his trousers, 
then sliding the leather around her neck. He pulled up on either end, the 
belt choking her throat. 

"Awwwwwkkk!" Ann screamed, feeling the leather cutting into her windpipe! 

Jack kept pulling up, drawing her head back. But her wrists and ankles were 
bound together, kept spread apart by the two-by-four wedged between her 
legs. Her body was bowing out from the force of that belt drawn , across her 
throat, choking the wind from her. Wildly, Ann coughed, sputtered, screamed 
in a strained voice for them to stop it or she would die! 

"Aggghghghh!" 

"She's gonna be more cooperative, man. She gives you any shit, I'll just 
choke the fuck outta her ... fast," Jack said, giving the belt around her 
throat a warning tug, then sliding the leather strap off. Ann coughed, 
shaking her head, her hair brushing the whitened knuckles of both hands. 

Greig smiled that deadly, death-like smile of his, then moved around to 
Ann's face, kneeling in front of her while holding both clamps and chains in 
his hands. Moving his hands forward, he opened one clamp, letting the 
needle-like teeth bite into her right nipple. 

"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned. 

Ann's teeth ground together, her jaw muscles aching from the tension as 
another low moan drew from her chest. No, no, she couldn't cry out, 
couldn't. "Ahhhhh!" 

The second clamp! Oh, how it hurt as it chewed into the sensitive, rubbery 
red flesh of her tit tip. Her knees bent and her ass-cheeks wagged high in 
the air, separating at times while Greig gave the dangling chains a few 
tentative tugs. The girl sobbed, not believing that this was happening to 
her. And then Greig attached the free end of each chain to the ropes binding 
her wrists and ankles together, making it impossible for her to move without 
hurting her nipples more. 

"Uhhhh ... oh, God, God!" 

"Now if I fuck her, she can't move around ... or she'll tear her titties 
up," Greig said, giving the chain a tug to warn the girl. 

" Yooowwwwwww!" 

Ann's face blanched as the pain rocketed through her mind. Yes, it would 
kill her if she were to move! Fighting down the desire to scream again, Ann 
wept silent tears, blinking them away as Greig moved around to her 
ass-cheeks and began caressing them. 

"Still marked up," he muttered, noticing the long red marks created by 
Jack's belt and his hands. "Still good ... a virgin's ass." 

"You were kinda worried about gettin' your prick fucked up with her cherry," 
Jack said, pulling the tab off another can of beer and settling down on one 
of the filthy floor pillows. The other two men drew closer to Greig, rubbing 
their crotches, anxious to see if they could get in on a piece of the 
action. Ann noticed them and trembled for her safety. 

"Ain't gonna fuck up my cock ... like I said," Greig muttered, reaching 
around the back of his wide black leather belt. Ann moved her head around, 
peering over one shoulder, watching him pull out, from a small pouch, a 
rusty marlin spike! 

"No!" 

Panic raced through the young woman. He was going to kill her with that 
thing! But as she tried moving away, waddling with that board wedged between 
her ankles, the chains and clamps pulled painfully at her nipples. With a 
choked sob, Ann stopped, her mind confused, defeated as Greig wiped the 
spike across the sleeve of his flannel shirt, then drew it closer to her 
ass. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"No, oh, God no, no, no!" 

Her wild pleas bounced off the peeling walls as Greig slipped the spike up 
and down, up and down, moving it lengthwise in her ass-crack. The girl tried 
closing her ass-cheeks together, her muscles quivering under the cold touch 
of the rusty spike. Was he going to stab her in the back with it? Was he 
going to pop her cherry with it? The thought of her losing her virginity to 
that awful thing made her sick! What a night of horror this was turning out 
to be! 

"Go on, bitch, come on, move around, try gettin' away and feel the clamps 
tear off your nipples!" 

"No, oh, no!" 

Sobbing, fighting back the terror threatening to drive her half mad, Ann 
sucked in a shuddering breath and held it, waiting for the piercing that 
would end her virginity. 

"Here we go, baby, here we go." 

The cold was gone for a moment. And then it was back in a pinpoint. Ann knew 
it was the sharp tip. She felt it sliding down, down past her shitter that 
winked shut at the light touch, down to her pussy. Then he was pushing the 
spike into her cunt, twisting and rolling it from side to side. Ann's 
pussylips clutched at the invading thing, trembled at its touch. The redhead 
had unzipped his fly and was holding his disgusting stubby cock against her 
face, pulling her head up by the hair, jabbing it against her lips. She spat 
violently, trying to rid her lips of his filthy prick. 

"Come on, baby," the redhead said, slapping her flushed cheeks, then 
twisting her hair around and making Ann cry out. 

"Ooowwwwwww!" 

Something shot into her mouth at that point. His prick! He was making her 
suck his cock! Again and again, she tried to avoid it, shoving her tongue 
against his pounding fat cockhead, but all her oral movements did was excite 
him. He kept moaning, telling her how good she was, about how he was going 
to shoot cum down her throat. Ann jerked her body back, then stopped, 
feeling those awful clamps tearing at her sore nipples once more. 

"Uhhghghhfhffff!" she moaned. 

And how hot and wet her pussy felt, pinching around the invading spike. And 
then the girl felt him touch her cherry, touch it with that horrid rusty 
thing! Her cunt muscles cramped tight, cinching painfully around that iron 
rod. God, how it hurt and thrilled her at the same time! 

"Nooofffffffl" 

The redhead was pounding his groin against her face now, his fingers 
scraping the flesh behind each ear, his cockhairs bristling into her 
nostrils, while his balls slapped against her lower chin. She wanted him to 
stop it, stop the horror of this terrible show. And still it kept on! Greig 
drew the spike back a little, dropping his hand from it and watching as the 
iron nail moved up and down, bobbing through the machinations of Ann's 
convulsing pussy muscles. 

"Yeah, watch the bitch go at it. She's juicin' like crazy. Gonna make this 
mother rust out even more," Greig commented dryly. 

He took the spike, twisted it around, then with one quick jab, he stabbed it 
through her cherry. 

"Yagggfhfhfhhfhfhffff!" she screamed hysterically. 

Never before had the girl felt such pain, such concentrated agony in her 
life! And to make matters worse, the young redhead was saying something 
about cumming! She could taste something suddenly washing out of his 
prickhead. It was filling her mouth up quickly, spattering against the back 
of her throat. Ann was trying to spit out the vile cum, frothy spit oozing 
around the corners of her stretched lips. But the redhead held her firmly 
against his crotch, gluing her mouth to his groin, his fingers clamped 
tightly to her skull. More of the salty tasting jism shot down her throat, 
coating her belly. Again, the girl tried pulling back. And again, the 
tearing pain of the clamps on her nipples prevented her from moving more. 
His cockshaft pulsed mightily again as the cum kept flooding out. 
Reluctantly, the girl swallowed, swallowing again and again. She could feel 
the sticky globs clinging together in her throat, the smell of them in her 
nostrils. And there behind her was that spike, stabbing through her cunt. 

"Yowoowoowowoowowww!" 

Another shock of pain, this one more furious than the last. The redhead had 
pulled away. Ann spat out the vile mixture of cum and saliva as flashing 
lights exploded in her brain. She screamed and shouted once more, her cries 
finally dying down to strangled sobs as Greig pulled the spike out and 
examined its surface. 

"A little blood," he said, shrugging, then wiping the spike against his 
Levi's. "Nothin' too much. Hell, it'll make things nice and smooth in there 
when I fuck her now." 

She felt Greig's big hands gripping her hipbones as he drew up to her. Again 
she felt something touching her ass-cheeks. But her experience with Jack 
told her right away what it was. No spike. No knife. It was his prick-hard, 
hot, ready to fuck her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhh ... no more, no more!" the girl quietly gasped. "Please, don't do 
anything more," she sobbed out with renewed humiliation. 

Ann sobbed with shame and complete degradation. She was being shamed by this 
animal, a man she wouldn't have looked twice at in school. And an even more 
foul creep had forced his stubby prick in her mouth, making her suck him 
off. And now the girl felt her cunt lips forced apart, stretched by the fat 
meaty head of Greig's prick. 

"She's ... uhhh, loosenin' up down there. Gonna be a tight 'un, though. ' 

Beads of perspiration dotted Greig's forehead as he began shoving in his 
cock, moving his hips from left to right, working in his prickmeat slowly, 
carefully. Ann pushed back, her legs muscles cramping, her fingers clawing 
at the tops of her feet while her tits seemed to tingle at the touch of his 
prick. Someone was standing to one side of her, rubbing his cock through her 
long silky blonde hair. It was another of Jack's gang, another of those 
hoodlums who were degrading her in this base way. The young blonde teen 
moaned again, especially when she felt his fat prickhead slip past her 
whisper-soft outer cunt lips and start pressing up against her inner flesh. 
Ann shuddered. The big man next to her groaned, hunching his groin against 
her right ear while pounding his cockmeat faster with her hair. "No, no...." 

Greig slapped her ass again and again, the flat of his hand making her 
ass-cheeks dance all over again while his prickmeat slipped in on a film of 
her hot, bubbly juice. He kept telling her about how her cunt-hairs were 
tickling his cock, about how good and tight and hot she was down there 
between her legs. Then the man next to her started groaning, his voice 
becoming more strangled, higher while his knees banged painfully against her 
skull. Hot, wet streaks of cum spattered against the side of her face. Ann 
gasped, her eyes rounding, her stomach turning over as she realized that he 
was shooting his load in her hair! 

"No!" 

They were foul, horrible creatures, making her endure something as horrid as 
this! The big man kept grunting, his cum streaking her face, dribbling down 
to her chin, oozing over her lips. Again, the girl spat violently, shaking 
her head, trying to get away from his fuckrod, from his jizz. But the cum 
kept coming, wetting her down, making Ann feel as if she were the bottom of 
a toilet! 

"Yeahhh...." Greig sighed. 

He had watched and had approved of what was going on. Glancing over to one 
corner of the room, he spotted Jack sipping his beer, lying spread-legged 
across one of the pillows and beating his prickmeat slowly while watching 
the girl being violated. He was smiling dreamily, suds clinging to his bushy 
black mustache. Ann caught sight of him through her curtaining blonde hair 
and felt a rush of hate nearly blind her mind. He was a senior in high 
school, but was acting far older for his age. A Nazi. A killer. Those were 
words that better described Jack and his friends rather than students! 

"Uhhh!" she grunted. 

Greig had slipped his right index finger up her shitter to his second 
knuckle while giving her pussy another fast hunch. Ann stiffened, her body 
jerking up then falling back to the original bent-over position, the clamps 
tearing at her nipples. How painfully they were stretching those tiny nubs! 

"Man, baby, go for it ... yeahhhh, good hot pussy, good for my prick," Greig 
sighed, smoothing the flat of his hand over her ass-cheeks. "You know, but 
she dug the hell outta gettin' fucked by that spike!" Greig turned and 
grinned at his buddy squatting on the cushions. 

"Girls like that," Jack said, pausing while he took another slug of beer, 
then wiped the frothy suds from his mustache with the back of one hand. "Dig 
a lotta pain. Seen 'em more 'n once, even at school. They keep sayin' they 
don't wanna get fucked or hit. But man!" Jack sighed and squeezed his 
dark-red hunk of cockmeat hard. "They can't get enough of it when you start 
in." 

"Yeahhh...." 

Another slap, another brutal whipping blow against her ass-cheeks. Ann cried 
feebly now, praying that this would end soon. Her body couldn't take much 
more. And still Greig was fucking his prick in, working his hips from side 
to side, forcing his blood-swollen cockmeat deeper and deeper into her 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhh 

Jack was right, or seemed to be. In her heart of hearts, Ann knew that he 
was right. She had fought him, had struggled against submitting to him and 
his horrible friends. But deep down, the girl knew that she was enjoying 
this. The pain, the humiliation, everything was making her cunt so hot, so 
tender to the touch. Her cunt muscles were tingling now, fluttering against 
his invading prick. She had tried to control herself, had tried to fight 
down the feelings rising in her like bubbling lava. But Ann might as well 
have tried to stop a tidal wave with a straw dam. With another groan, the 
young woman let her feelings sweep over her. She felt her body grow limp as 
the big man's prick tunneled in deeper, burrowing into the depths of her 
hot, seething pussy. "Man, oh, man." 

Greig shook his head to rid his eyes of the rolling perspiration, closing 
his eyes and drinking in the sensation of his cock sliding down into the 
girl's cunt. Ann let out another gasp. Oh, how she loved it, loved being 
roped this way, tied in this awkward, obscene position with those chained 
clamps tugging painfully at her distended red nipples! The more she jerked 
around, the more she felt the ropes chafing her wrists and ankles. The board 
was cutting into her flesh as well, the splinters jabbing her white skin 
again and again as she moved back against his stabbing prick. Her nerve 
endings were sputtering, working overtime as sensation after sensation 
roared through her nervous system. More tears ran down her cheeks as Ann 
felt his cock swell even more inside her. God, he was going to dump his load 
in her. Yes, she knew he was going to cum, send streamers of white-hot cum 
spattering inside her pussy. And how she wanted it! How her clit yearned for 
the final moment, that second of white-hot craziness when she would climax 
with him. Ann held her breath, feeling her flesh pulling apart as Greig 
began his final round of fucking. 

"Uhhh, man, can't hold back, man. Gonna blow my load in this bitch!" the 
blond stud groaned, throwing back his head and letting out a low groan. 

"Ohhhh!" 

Ann thought she was going to explode! The cords in her neck stood out and 
her face reddened, assuming an expression of intense pain. She was making 
raspy, grunting sounds and her knees weakened. She would have fallen 
backward to the floor if it weren't for the prickshaft impaling her, 
splitting her pussy in two. 

"Huhhhrnr! Huhhhhhrrrrr!" he growled. 

Ann's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as his prick pounded 
into her cunt again and again. Each forward fucking thrust made her body 
shudder as if someone had struck her with a hammer. Her tits jiggled 
violently, each movement making the chains and clamps pull that much more 
painfully, that much more enjoyably. Ann felt Greig move his hands 
frantically around her ass-cheeks, his fingers pressing into the lower 
curves of her ass, spreading the cheeks apart while his prick pounded 
wildly. 

How the feeling in her mounted with each passing second. It was good, 
terribly good, better than anything she had ever known! The tearing pain in 
her tits, her wrists, her ankles joined somehow with the pulsing pleasure in 
her cunt and ass-hole, creating a sensation that the girl couldn't describe. 

"Thattaway, baby, move it, move that ass! Make that bastard shoot off hard 
and hot!" Jack taunted from the cushions, swilling down more of his beer 
while beating off in time to Greig's fucking. 

"Huhnhrrrr! Huhhhrrrr!" she puffed. 

Ann was an animal now, a pure, simple rutting animal shamelessly exposing 
herself, wanting to get fucked hard, long, hot! Juice was dribbling down the 
backs of her legs now, soaking down the ropes binding her wrists to her 
ankles and the board. The room had ceased to exist. All that she knew about 
was that wonderful cock, pounding more and more exciting life into her cunt! 

"Bitch!" 

Greig was leaning over her slightly, his hands sliding around her side, 
searching for her tits. He found them, kneading her tit globes, tugging at 
them, then tweaking her sore nipples, adding to the sharp, hot pain of the 
clamps. Ann couldn't stand it anymore. She jerked her head from side to 
side, continually moaning now. A bitch in heat. Yes, that's what she was, a 
true bitch in heat, a-slut exposing her cunt, wanting more and more fucking 
to put out the fire raging through her young cunt. 

"Aggghhhhhhh!" 

Greig twisted her nipples around in his thumbs and fingers, mashing the 
clamps into the rubbery tips, making Ann wonder if he were going to tear 
them from her tits. She didn't have to wonder for long. In a second Greig 
was cumming, filling her up with his jizz, spilling his load into her while 
hammering his groin against her ass-cheeks. 

"Huhnhhrrrrr! Ohhhhhhh, nooooooo!" 

Ann's ass-cheeks slammed against him with a hard force as she fucked back. 
She wanted it all, all of his prick fucking down into her, splitting her in 
two, destroying her in one mindless explosive cumming spasm. 

"Fuck it out, baby, go on, fuck on that fat prick!" Jack encouraged, jacking 
his cockmeat hard now, his knees flopping down to the floor only to jerk up 
once more. His beer had tumbled to the floor next to him, spilling on the 
filthy wooden floor. 

"Uhghghhhhhh!" 

The heavy white jism burned into her convulsing pussy walls like acid, 
eating into the flesh, burning into her clit as well. Ann thought someone 
had dumped burning gasoline into her cunt! She cried out once more, then 
felt her mind shattering to pieces. No one had ever told her that coming 
could be so overwhelming, this dehumanizing! Perhaps no one had ever cum 
this powerfully before. Ann didn't know. All she knew was that the feeling 
completely destroyed her. She was being pounded into the dirt by her own 
body, betrayed by her own wild sexuality as she came and came and came. 

"Awwwhhhhhh, fuck it out, baby, bitch, come on, move that ass!" Greig kept 
shouting, his face grimacing as more and more jizz shot from his piss-slit. 
"Yeah, move that butt, move it like ... uhhhhh ... fuck, this little bitch's 
suckin' off my cock with her pussy. Man, she's milkin' me," Greig said with 
surprise. 

"She's gonna suck somethin' else right now, too," Jack muttered, kicking 
away the half-empty can of beer and staggering to his feet. 

Greig's cock was still inside the girl when Jack grabbed Ann by the hair and 
jerked her lust-contorted face up to his groin. Cum was still smeared on her 
cheeks from the last man to cum in her hair. Jack didn't care at this point. 
Twisting her hair hard around and around in his fingers, he watched as Ann 
parted her lips in pain. 

"Take it, baby, take it!" 

Ann couldn't stop him any more than she could stop the rolling orgasm 
exploding again and again in her pussy. She struggled against their pricks, 
against herself as Jack stuck his cock in her mouth, pumping it wildly. In a 
moment the girl tasted his cum, jets of it spattering against the back of 
her throat and oozing down toward her belly. "Mmmmmmfffffff!" she choked. It 
had happened quickly, far more quickly than Greig's fucking or Jack's 
original ass-plugging. When they were through with her, Greig pulled out, 
wiping his prick on her ass-cheeks. Ann felt every ounce of strength and 
will seep from her. Jack held the girl by the shoulders, balancing her, 
while the others untied the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together. 
When the restraints were gone, Ann collapsed in his arms, breathing softly, 
smelling the sour, exciting odor of his body. What on earth had she done? 
Why had she done this? She had enjoyed it all. The more violent, the more 
degrading, the better. And how would she explain this to her mother if she 
found out? The thought of this becoming public knowledge frightened the girl 
as she lay there in Jack's arms, trying to regain her normal breathing. 

"Get dressed, baby, and we'll take you back. We're through with you now. 
You've been a good bitch, a damned good bitch." 

If he had patted her on the head, Ann wouldn't have been surprised. They 
were treating her like a dog, a true bitch in heat! Someone was wiping her 
face, her thighs, while Jack offered what was left of her dress and panties. 
The girl took the dirtied dress, holding it against her chest, sobbing 
freely. Never would she be the same again. These awful men had shown her a 
part of herself, a part that made her tremble just to think of it. And 
something deep inside Ann told her her ordeal was far from over. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It had taken some doing not to arouse her mother when she came home late 
that evening after the gang rape. Barely able to walk, Ann had entered 
through the back door with fear. Had Patty called, voicing her fear about 
why Ann wasn't around? Was her mother busy calling the police? Would she 
come into the kitchen at the sound of the back door closing and stop, her 
eyes wide at the sight of her daughter standing there in her torn, filthy 
dress? Ann tiptoed into the living room, her legs shaking, her mind awhirl 
from what had happened before. It was with some surprise that she found the 
room empty, one table lamp on obviously for her benefit. There were two 
suitcases near the front door. Standing there in the doorway, Ann saw that 
they were her brother's. Justin was home? They weren't expecting him for at 
least another week. Normally Ann would be thrilled to have her brother here. 
They had had such good times together before he left for college. But now 
the thought of facing her older brother with this terrible secret on her 
mind made her shudder. She would stay in bed, plead the flu, plead 
something. No, she couldn't face her family in the morning, not with the 
guilt she was harboring. 

"Uhhhh...." she moaned. 

Curling her fingers around the polished oak handrail, Ann dragged herself up 
the stairs, feeling the slick rub of her cunt lips against one another, a 
reminder of the cum still packed inside her cunt. Yes, she had rutted 
freely, and enjoyed every horrible second of those men hammering their 
pricks in her ass, her cunt, her mouth. And now she had come home to feel 
the guilt, the shame of her pleasure. 

Once in her room, Ann locked the door quietly behind herself, falling across 
her narrow bed, her feet dangling over one side. Pushing her face into the 
crushed pillow, the girl looked dry-eyed at the wall, repeating over and 
over again: "My name is Ann, my name is Ann, I'm not crazy." With that, the 
young blonde teen fell asleep, her dreams filled with tormented images of 
Jack, Greig and the others fucking her, binding her in obscene positions, 
giving her more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. 

In the morning, Marrian prepared breakfast, trembling to think of her son 
facing her across the table with her daughter nearby. It was something of a 
relief when, upon knocking on Ann's door, she received a reply that the girl 
felt too ill to eat anything. Sighing, Marrian climbed down the stairs, 
stopping on the landing to look at herself in the mirror. She made a half 
turn, studying her full bosom, her narrow hips, her long legs. Why was she 
doing this, almost preening like some teenager at the local prom? Well, why 
not? Patting down her long, silky blonde hair, Marrian saw that she was 
still attractive, certainly to men of her own age, to those of her ... her 
son's. 

Marrian's face darkened for a moment. She remembered the day before, the 
horrible way Justin had tied her to that chair, had wired her up, nearly 
electrocuted her, then fucked her. Untied, Marrian had wanted to rush from 
the house. How could she stay under the same roof with a monster like that 
nearby. For nearly an hour, the woman had stayed on that filthy pile of 
rags, feeling her son's jizz trickling from her cunthole, wetting down her 
pussy-hairs. She lay there, listening to the overhead squeak and groan under 
her son's footsteps. He was moving about the house as if nothing had 
happened. But something terrible had occurred there in the cellar. The two 
of them had broken a taboo, had crossed a line few dared approach with the 
bondage S&M scene between mother and son. Finally, of course, Marrian had to 
dress and climb the stairs as it grew darker outside. She didn't know what 
to expect when she entered the kitchen. Leers? Dirty jokes? Perhaps he would 
attack her again, binding her to the stove, visiting more wild perversions 
up on her. 

But nothing of the sort happened. Justin was in front of the television set, 
several of his school books propped open. Half looking at the evening news, 
half studying, he barely acknowledged her presence as she stepped into the 
living room and asked in a trembling voice if he wanted anything to eat. 

"No, Mom, not now," he said, not even looking up from his college physics 
book. 

Marrian left him alone, thanking her lucky stars that nothing more would be 
expected of her. Rushing up the stairs, she locked herself in the room, 
sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, trying to sort 
out the tangled jumble of thoughts and impressions tumbling around in her 
head. A terrible, terrible thing had happened. And yet Marrian couldn't feel 
all that guilty, all that horrified by the end result. For the first time in 
such a long, long while, she had felt wanted, loved, desired, even if it was 
in that horrible way! And now as she stood on the landing, admiring her 
figure and face, Marrian knew that she would submit again if her son asked 
her to. There could be no denying the fires he had set off in her mind and 
body. Even now she could feel the heat concentrating in her furry pussy-lips 
between her legs. Smoothing down the wrinkles of her dress, feeling the 
moisture of excitement dampening her palms, her thighs, her tits, the woman 
wondered when her son would come down for breakfast, when he would touch her 
again. Just the thought of submitting to Justin made Marrian tremble with 
unspeakable delight. Fucking with her son. Had someone told her that she 
would be doing this, she would have slapped them heartily across the face. 
Now she could only hope that he would come down and demand his rights. 

Moving away from the mirror, Marrian stepped down to the living room. The 
slick rubbing of her cunt lips against one another and against the damp 
crotch panel of her nylon briefs made her knees shaky. And it was so early 
in the morning! Stopping for a moment, Marrian stretched one hand out, 
supporting herself against the stairs. Her thighs were tightening and her 
nipples stiffened, rubbing against her dress. 

"Mom?" 

Marrian nearly jumped from her skin. It was Justin, sitting at the breakfast 
table, sipping the coffee that he had brewed earlier. Marrian stopped for a 
moment, hesitating, then shaking off the fear that she felt. He was her son, 
her own son. Certainly he wouldn't really hurt her, in spite of his tendency 
for those sex games that she found, to her dismay and finally her pleasure, 
that she enjoyed. 

" 'Morning, Mom. I got up early to study. Gotta go to the library and catch 
up on a few things," Justin said, pushing away the saucer and gathering up 
several books stacked on the chair next to him. Amazing! There was no hint 
in his eyes, in his manner, in his conversation of what had happened between 
them before! Marrian felt the room swimming around her. It was all she could 
do to keep from screaming as her son bolted from the kitchen, saying 
something about being home later that day. 

The seconds ticked by as Marrian cleaned the kitchen lightly, wondering 
occasionally about Ann, wondering if she should call the doctor. A thought 
came across her mind, one that bothered her terribly as she sat down in the 
chair and finished her morning coffee. Ann would get in the way, as it were, 
of anything that she and her son would like to do. 

"No!" she gasped softly. 

What kind of mother could she be, thinking of ways to shunt her daughter 
away while she indulged in her incestuous fantasies? Her flesh crawled as 
she thought about it, thought about sending Ann away for a vacation, of she 
and Justin sneaking off to some sleazy hotel to indulge in their exciting 
little games. 

And what if there would be no exciting little games? The thought steadied 
the woman, making her nearly drop her cup onto the floor. Perhaps this was a 
one-time affair, something Justin had thought about all these years, and yet 
something that one fucking had satisfied! Marrian shuddered at the yearning 
she felt between her legs for her own son. Whatever he wanted, she would 
give him readily. 

Later that morning, Ann shuffled listlessly down for something to eat, 
saying that she felt somewhat better and was going to go to Patty's house 
for the afternoon. 

"I thought you saw enough of her yesterday ... last night, that is, dear," 
Marrian said, stroking her daughter's hair. 

Ann cringed under this affection. Guilt assailed her like some terrible 
beast. Her mother was so loving and trusting, and her brother was there. She 
was ignoring both of them, indulging in her own private grief. No, she had 
to get away from Marrian for at least the afternoon, had to tell someone 
about what a horrible, wonderful time she had had last night. Ann finished 
her orange juice, nibbling at the toast, wondering about Jack and Greig, 
wondering if they would ever attack her again. The thought of having them 
all over her at once excited as much as terrified her. Ann dropped her hands 
to her lap as Marrian neared her, hiding the marks that still were red no on 
her flesh. 

"You know, Ann, you're getting older now," Marrian began, feeling her way in 
this conversation as she sat down opposite her daughter. Ann shuffled her 
feet uneasily under the chair, wishing that she could get away, could run 
out the door and away from her mother's accusing eyes. "I ... I keep 
thinking about the way I've been treating you." 

"Treating me, Mother?" the girl asked, arching her eyebrows. 

"I mean, you know, not letting you date more often," Marrian explained, 
feeling uneasy suddenly. Was she trying to justify what she was doing by 
giving her daughter greater freedom in dating? Probably. "I don't want you 
to feel you're trapped. I think ... perhaps, you should go out more often 
and ... and I won't mind, really." 

Ann's eyes widened. She could have screamed out the truth now! What would 
her mother say about greater freedom if she were to know what had happened 
last night? A Hollywood street whore wouldn't have endured what she did! It 
was all she could do to get up from bed, her muscles aching, her flesh still 
showing residual signs of her beating and gang fuck. And there was her 
mother, sitting placidly behind the kitchen table, sipping coffee, telling 
her that she could have greater freedom in dating. But, of course, Marrian 
knew nothing of Jack and Greig. 

"Thank you, mother. But right now I'm not too interested in going out. I 
want to see Patty about something in school. I'll be back later." 

"Of course, dear. Take your time," Marrian said, feeling a strange kind of 
excitement fluttering around in her stomach like butterflies. Oh, would Ann 
be gone all day? Would Justin come back early? The thought of that 
happening, of having her son there in her house alone made her mind spin 
with the possibilities. 

"Be back later," Ann called out over her shoulders, the squeak of her 
sneakers growing fainter as she skipped out the kitchen and into the living 
room. In a moment the only sound in the house was the ticking of the kitchen 
wall clock and the humming of the refrigerator. Marrian sat quietly at the 
table, finishing her coffee, feeling in a way like a condemned woman waiting 
for the executioner. 

In the end she busied herself about the house, half-heartedly dusting, 
moving Justin's things into his room, wondering when he would return. Two 
more hours passed, desperate moments for Marrian. When she had just about 
given up hope that her son would return in time, there was the sound of his 
footsteps coming up the drive. She held her breath, sitting down on the 
sofa, picking up a magazine and casually leafing through the glossy pages. 
Her eyes saw nothing as the front door opened and Justin stepped in. 

"Finished my work," he muttered, slamming the front door shut. 

Marrian closed the magazine, hardly able to breathe. She was aroused, fully 
and shamelessly excited by her son! Did he know? Could he see? There were no 
more sounds behind her. Turning around, she saw Justin peering up at the 
stairs. 

"Ann around?" he inquired, turning and looking heavy-lidded at his mother. 

"Uh ... no, she left for Patty's some time ago," Marrian answered, her voice 
low, throaty, shaky. "I don't think she's going to be back for a while," she 
added, feeling as if she were seducing her son right now. Her fingers worked 
against her thighs as the flames of incredible goodness began licking up her 
legs. 

"Good." 

That word, that one word sent a shiver up her spine. 

"I've been working on some things down in the basement this morning before 
you got up. You wanna see?" 

It was a question that needed no answer. Marrian nodded silently, smoothing 
down her dress, getting up and following her tall son through the doorway 
into the kitchen. She could have asked him how things were going in college. 
After all, Justin had won a scholarship in physics. And he had done so many 
strange and wonderful things with mechanical and electrical things during 
high school. Of course, the wiring she had endured the day before was a 
testimony to her son's skill with things mechanical and electrical. 

"Careful," Justin warned, flicking on the light and climbing down carefully. 

Marrian followed, her heart beating so loudly she thought he could hear it. 
The door closed behind her. Good. Each step she took down into the cellar 
was a step into depravity, she knew. But it was a depravity she craved, one 
that she wanted with all her heart. 

In the dim cellar light, she could make out the chair he had roped her to 
earlier. The back was gone, hacked off at the base. There was something 
nailed in the center, a pole or something, with wires or tubing hanging from 
it at the bottom. A shiver of fear and excitement rippled over her flesh. 

"What ... what is that?" she stammered. 

"I said ... I wasn't through with you, Mom. I'm not." 

It was as if he had pronounced some terrible sentence. Marrian wheeled 
around, facing her son. His hands were slipping around her waist. 

Oh, it was happening all over again. Only this time there wasn't that 
surprise, that horror she had had to face earlier. Now there was smoldering 
want tempered with the guilt. Marrian pulled away, moving her hands up, 
flattening them against Justin's chest and trying to push herself from him. 

"Please, Justin. We can't ... yesterday was something else. But now ... 
don't do this to me, Justin. You can't do this to me," she pleaded 
half-heartedly, her gaze returning to the chair. 

He was so strong, his hands all over her, gathering her dress up to her 
ass-cheeks, hunching his groin against hers, his cock touching her itchy, 
warm cunt-mound again and again. Marrian couldn't struggle against her son 
and herself at the same time. With another moan of defeat, she sank against 
his broad chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his rib cage. 

"You want it bad, huh, Mom? You want my cock bad, like you want all the 
things I do, right?" 

"No, no, I ... I don't know what I want anymore," she confessed honestly. 

"Well, you used to know what to give me when I wasn't feeling good. Now it's 
my turn. I know what's wrong with you," Justin said, holding her tightly, 
"and I got just the thing to fix you up." 

The word made her cunt tingle more, her breathing become more labored while 
her chest tightened with arousal. No, she couldn't, just couldn't let this 
happen again. And yet something inside her told Marrian that she had no 
choice. She would submit, and submit willingly. 

He could do anything to her, anything. He was undressing her now, 
unbuttoning the front of her dress, slipping it off her naked tits, bending 
down and sucking on her hard, sensitive nipples, nibbling at them with his 
square front teeth until Marrian was moaning like a whore. She bent back her 
head, her long hair sweeping over her shaking shoulder blades. Her knees 
shook, pressing against his as they collapsed. More of her dress slipped 
off, gathering around her ankles. Naked, or nearly so. Yes, and there were 
his fingers moving over the thin nylon stretched tightly over her cunt 
mound, pressing the silky material up into her pussy crack, sopping up her 
juices. The resulting sensation was so shockingly good that Marrian nearly 
fainted from that and from the anticipation of what would follow. 

"Here...." 

He was leading her to that chair. More ropes? More pain? More enjoyment? He 
was sitting her down, the pole sticking straight up in front of her juicing 
cunt. 

"Gotta get those panties off," her son said, skinning them down over her 
legs, tossing them in a corner, then guiding his mother forward. Only at 
this point did the full force of what was about to happen hit Marrian. A 
dildo! Yes, Justin had attached this long, pink thing to the center of the 
chair. And there was more. Peering wide-eyed down at it, the woman could see 
that there was a hole, a kind of artificial piss-slit cut into the thing at 
the top. She struggled backward, against the fingers holding her roughly by 
the upper arms. 

"No, Justin ... no!" 

It was part of the game ... or so she told herself as his fingers tightened 
around her narrow shoulders and pushed her down. Oh, how her dripping cunt 
slipped over the top of that eight-inch cock, its soft, curved flanges 
caressing her shuddering cunt lips. He was fucking her with that awful 
plastic cock, settling her down on it. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Marrian snapped her head back, her jaw tightened in a straight line, while 
goose bumps dotted her white flesh. Her pussy muscles were going into spasms 
at the touch of that dildo. 

"All the way ... down!" 

At the last word, Justin pushed his mother full tilt onto the big prick. 
Marrian groaned, her body swaying as she felt her body split in two by that 
thing. And much more was going to happen, of that she was certain. Justin 
was a most brilliant child. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

As Marrian sat there naked and helpless, her cunt split open by the plastic 
prick, Justin busied himself once more by roping his mother securely to the 
chair. First came her legs, bound to each chair support by two three-foot 
lengths of half-inch line. Again, the young man used a double figure-eight 
knot. When Marrian tried moving her hands down in front of her to slide out 
from the dildo, Justin slapped them away, pulling her arms back and tying 
her wrists together, leaving them dangling by her lower back. 

"Now we're gonna have us some fun, Mom. See this tube?" Justin said, bending 
down and holding out a length of opaque plastic tubing that ran into the 
base of the dildo. Marrian shuddered. It reminded her of catheters. 

"What ... what are you going to do?" 

Justin smiled strangely, dropping the tubing and moving back to that horrid 
generator he had used with such efficiency yesterday. Turning her head, 
Marrian saw that the tubing was attached to a small cask to one side. A 
small pump was also attached to the cask, its wires leading to the 
generator. Marrian felt a cold chill of fear wash over her flesh as her cunt 
heated around the invading dildo. 

"It's a variable pump ... it'll send out a steady stream of water or 
whatever's around, or send it out in spurts. The lever here determines what 
happens," Justin explained, pointing out the parts as he went along. "And 
this ... you know what this is about, right?" he said, holding out a black 
wire with a clamp attached to it. 

Marrian let out a hiss through her front teeth. Oh God, was he going to wire 
her up again? Would she feel the hot pain of electricity shooting through 
her body, tearing her apart? 

"Oh, please, Justin, don't...." And yet her body wanted more, more 
sensation, more pain. "Right, Mom." 

She saw the bulge in his pants, the pressure of his prick pressing out 
against the fly. Marrian shook her head, strands of her hair splashing over 
her face. Justin took the wire with the clamp and he walked behind his 
mother. Marrian turned her head around, breathing in raspily, working her 
hands against her ass as Justin reached down to spread her ass-cheeks apart 
with one hand. The cold wire was snaking up her ass-hole once more, making 
her shitter muscles tighten and grip the invader. The woman cried out, 
jerking forward, feeling her ass and cunt stuffed at the same time. 

"Gonna feel real good, Mom, real good," Justin said, moving back to the 
generator and switching it on. 

Immediately, the humming filled the room, mixing with Marrian's heavy 
breathing. The sound, the faint burning smell of the motor made her remember 
the other day. Perspiration slicked her flesh as she waited for the first 
shock, the first rush of electricity up her bowels that would make her howl 
with pleasure and pain. 

But it didn't come ... at least, not yet. Instead, Justin flipped another 
switch and the pump whirred into life. There were more switching sounds, 
sounds that made Marrian's pussy tighten, relax, then tighten again around 
the invading dildo. At that point, the frantic woman realized that her pussy 
was creaming around the plastic cock. She hadn't understood it yesterday, 
and couldn't comprehend it today. She felt the wonderful itch of lust deep 
in her pussy while her entire body waited, trembling for this new horror of 
her son's to begin. Justin left his post at the generator for a moment, 
bending behind her and shoving the wire in a little more up her shitter. 
Marrian winced, her face blanching as she felt that horrible little thing 
snaking up her bowels. 

"Ohhh, take it out! It hurts!" 

"And that's what you want, right." 

"No, no!" 

But he had read her mind accurately! 

"You're crazy if you think I don't know what turns you on, Mom. And you're 
gonna have it all today-cunt, ass-hole, mouth." 

"Oh, God!" 

Her cunt creamed even harder, a pool of juice wetting down her thighs, her 
ass. As Justin shoved the tube in farther, Marrian felt her ass muscles 
clenching around it. This was all increasing her discomfort, her pain, while 
the ropes kept her hands from protecting her body. Yes, she was completely 
in her son's control, completely. And that awful knowledge made her gasp and 
breathe all the more irregularly. 

"Uhhhhh...." she moaned. 

"Yeah, Mom, yeah...." 

Justin was excited as well, his nostrils flaring as he studied his mother in 
that bound position. Marrian tried moving her thighs a little to ease the 
stretching distention of her cunt by that unyielding hunk of warm plastic. 
Yes, her cunt had warmed it nicely now, her muscles chewing gently on the 
surface as if it were a prick, a man's thick long cock stuck up her cunt. 
Marrian closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down in shame, 
in arousal. Oh, to feel that warm plastic prick spreading her cuntwalls 
wide, stimulating those itchy membranes while that awful wire snaked deeper 
up her ass was nearly overwhelming. Over it all, Marrian felt wave after 
wave of humiliation and excitement, the two combining to produce a heady 
sensation of delight coursing through her veins. "Uhhhhh...." 

Opening her eyes, Marrian realized that Justin had moved around in front of 
her, his Levi's opened and shoved down to his knees while his prick stood 
straight out, wagging like a pole in front of her. His red cockhead was 
deepening in color as he became more excited. In his right hand was some 
remote-control box with several buttons. 

"Suck me off, Mom, suck it good while I take care of your pussy with this," 
Justin whispered, holding the box up in front of her. 

Suck? Yes, she would suck, fuck, anything at this point. 

The pump whirred a little differently. There was a movement of the dildo 
inside her. And then Marrian felt something shooting into her cunt. Water! 
Warm water, liquid heated to about the temperature of a man's jizz. The 
woman started, her eyes rounding, her jaws slackening as she concentrated on 
that weirdly wonderful feeling of having the fluid pumped into her body. The 
pump was shooting the water into her in spurts, just as if a man were 
cumming inside her, his jizz spattering her cunt walls. "Oh, ohhhh...." 

Her body jerked, her ass-cheeks writhing madly on the splintery wooden 
bottom of the chair. Marrian didn't care about comfort anymore. It had 
started. The wonderful session had begun with her son. He was the master, 
pulling the ropes, making her dance on the string like a puppet. The thought 
of being bound like this, of having Justin lording over her made the woman 
moan and prance her plump ass even more. Yes, let her daughter stay away all 
night if she chose. She wanted her son with her, Justin, that wonderful 
animal, putting her through her paces like a mare. 

"God, oh, God!" 

Justin's eyes glowed with lust as he moved his fingers along the underside 
of his prick, slicking it down with the juices bubbling out from his 
piss-slit. Marrian felt a warm wash of sexual delight tighten her cunt. She 
swallowed hard, rising up slightly on the dildo, then relaxing her thigh 
muscles and settling her ass-cheeks back on the chair. Up she went again as 
Justin increased the spurting speed of the pump, the water hitting her clit 
like a thousand tiny needles, drawing out wild sensations from her tiny, 
meaty fuck nub. 

"Uhhhhhh ... ohhhhhh, Justin, you don't know what you're doing to me!" 

"Yeah, I do, Mom, and you dig it a lot! Fuck, I never seen anyting like it," 
Justin said, his finger hovering dangerously close to a small red button to 
the right on his small remote control box. "I thought this up on the way 
down here, too. Put it together fast. Guess that's what comes from being an 
electric whizz!" 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Justin moved his right index finger over the red button, then pressed it. 
Almost immediately the woman felt a hot buzzing sensation burn through her 
rectum. The electricity made her ass muscles tighten and cramp as if they 
had a life of their own. Marrian cried out shrilly, her nostrils flaring, 
her forehead wrinkling while her ass bounced up and down, up and down, 
faster and faster, her sweaty wet ass-cheeks, slapping hard against the 
chair. 

"See? Just need a little juice up the old ass and you go nuts!" 

"Oh, God!" 

The buzzing heat stopped for a moment, the wire dangling obscenely from her 
tightened shitter. Marrian sagged forward, her mouth opening. It was what 
Justin wanted. Pushing his pants down around his ankles, still holding the 
control box tightly in his right hand, the young stud moved up, his 
prickhead brushing over his mother's lower lip. Marrian knew what he wanted, 
knew what she both wanted and needed. Swallowing, the woman opened her mouth 
and she took in her son's cock. Oh, it was so warm, so warm and rubbery She 
flicked her tongue teasingly around his grooved prickhead, sucking hard, her 
cheeks caving in while her tongue slid up and down, up and down along the 
rope-veined sides. 

"Yeahhh, Mom." Justin moved, his thighs tightening, his knees bending 
slightly so that he could shove his cock straight into his mother's mouth. 

Marrian received another shot up the ass as Justin pressed that little red 
button once more and sent twenty volts of current sputtering into her 
shitter. 

"Yaghfhfhfhfhfffff!" she cried. 

Marrian's cunt flowed more freely now, pooling on the chair while the 
rounded dildo head jabbed teasingly at her itchy cunt walls. And still that 
warm water flowed into her in spurts, pumped out of the small wooden keg by 
that tiny machine. 

"Uhhh! Oh, yeah, Mom, that tongue ... man, oh, man, get it workin', " Justin 
groaned, his hairy ass tensing, his thighs trembling while he fed his mother 
more and more of his prickmeat. 

Marrian began to acquire an erotic rhythm. As the plastic dildo rubbed 
against her itching pussyflesh, her juice seeped out from the velvety 
lining, the pulsing water making her bounce up and down frantically. And 
then, then there was that electricity burning up her ass-hole, singeing her 
flesh, making her twitch and jerk like some kind of crazed robot. 

"Uhhfhhfhffff!"' 

Another jolt, this one seemingly much more severe than the others, made 
Marrian stiffen, feeling the current chewing up her spine, making her bones 
rattle. Her ass-hole muscles were clenching that wire, wrenching it for all 
it was worth. And she was bouncing more frantically, working her ass up and 
down, her pussy sliding madly up that dildo, clutching it as if it were 
attached to her son. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" 

She sucked hard, the insides of her cheeks caressing her son's prick. And 
what was wonderfully strange was that the spurting dildo, the current up her 
ass, the prick in her mouth, everything was producing pleasure. There was no 
pain now, at least, not in the strict sense of the word. Everything worked 
for her pleasure. Even the ropes chafing the old marks from yesterday 
brought her pleasure. Her mouth was making wet sucking noises as she glided 
her tongue up and down and around Justin's mouth-fucking cock. She could 
feel the blood boiling in her veins, threatening to burn her to a crisp from 
the inside out as the smell of her son's aroused cock invaded her nostrils 
like a wonderful perfume! 

"Go for it, Mom. Come on, suck me off ... chow down on that mother!" 

His words brought more moans from the excited woman. She slurped up his 
prick, tonguing him around and around, bringing him closer and closer to the 
brink of climax. Marrian kept up her steady rising and falling movements on 
the dildo. And as her passion grew more and more intense, the woman wanted 
more electricity up her ass, more water spattering into her cunthole. 

As if he could read her mind, Justin increased the pressure of water 
spurting into his mother's pussy. Almost immediately Marrian could feel the 
added pressure and she groaned in appreciation. Water and pussyjuice spurted 
from her fuzzy hole in a fine spray, wetting down her thighs and ankles, 
collecting in a greasy pool at her feet. Her clit was throbbing as if it 
would tear off. Marrian was beyond rationalizing. The pressure in her cunt 
was incredible now, the kind of pressure that let her know climax was only a 
few moments away. 

"Go, Mom ... uhhhh, suck it ... suck it hard!" 

Marrian felt her mind shattering again as she did as her son said. Her head 
bobbed furiously back and forth, her hair whipping over her upper arms, her 
lips stretching, sliding over the throbbing blue veins while his fat meaty 
cockhead kept beating against the back of her throat. She could tell that 
her son was close to cumming. Justin's fuckrod was jerking hard against the 
insides of her cheeks, coating down her throat with the slimy ooze from his 
high-riding balls. Her son, her own son, and she was sucking him off! Well, 
so be it! Her steadily rising passion had drowned out any feeling of guilt. 
Oh, yes, this is what she'd been needing all this time. And that pounding, 
pumping water! How the droplets stung her clit, washed over her pussy walls, 
then sprayed out in a fine veil against her thighs! Her ass pumped up and 
down over the broken chair, her ass-cheeks slapping wetly now while the 
plastic water-spewing dildo knifed into her body again and again. 

"Unmmfmfnfnffff!" she snorted. 

Another twist, another increase in electricity up her shitter! Marrian's 
head rattled, her body jerking from side to side, the chair scraping over 
the concrete, wet basement floor. A dim haze settled over her eyes once more 
while her brain spun dizzyingly out of control. Oh, she just couldn't take 
this much longer! Somethmg had to give! She felt her cunt tightening, 
relaxing, then tightening again, the tiny muscles gripping that dildo like a 
small fist. She moaned against her son's prick, the vibrations of her voice 
driving Justin up yet another notch toward climax. The young man's fingers 
trembled around the control box, his jaws slackening while strings of drool 
oozed from the corners of his lips. More and more cum oozed from his 
piss-slit, nearly choking his mother with the taste. "Mmmmmfmfffffff!" 

More electricity, more water! Surely the two would combine somehow and 
electrocute her. Wasn't that how it worked? Oh, Marrian didn't care! All she 
knew was that he was frying her ass with that horrible wire and filling her 
clutching pussy with that fine spray of clit-teasing water. And all the 
while, his prick was fucking her mouth, stretching her lips, gliding over 
her teeth and tonsils. With another gulp of air, Marrian lunged forward, her 
lips flattening out against his groin while she twisted her wrists behind 
her, loving the chafing, harsh bite of the restraining ropes. 

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, Mom, do it, come on, gimme that head, yeah, suck me off!" 

Marrian was being driven crazy by her own desire, bobbing up and down on 
that rubber cock as if her life depended upon it. She loved the feeling of 
it rummaging around in her cunt, the slapping of the wet wooden seat against 
her ass-cheeks increasing the flashes of chilly heat racing through her 
pussy. 

"Ughfhhfhfhfff!" 

"Go for it, Mom...." 

Justin had his eyes shut tight now, his head slightly tilted back, his spine 
bowed in while his knees bent and trembled. Again and again, his powerful 
thick-muscled thighs squeezed his cockmeat into his mother's mouth. A 
combination froth of cum and spit bubbled around the corner's of Marrian's 
mouth and dribbled down her chin. 

And as she bounced up and down, her mouth pressed tightly, almost greedily 
against her son's prick. Oh, she could feel a climax boiling in her belly. 
Yes, it was happening, going to explode with a fireball intensity. Marrian 
paused for a moment, her tongue still sliding back and forth over his prick, 
drawing more pleasure from the young man. Justin was making odd wheezing 
sounds, his legs tensing, trembling while his fingers danced over the sides 
of her skull. Marrian moaned into his prick again, drawing her head back 
until just his fat bulbous cockhead was clamped between her full lips. Her 
tongue went wild, flicking up and around, the tip digging into Justin's 
piss-slit, then searching back along the super-sensitive groove. And all the 
while, her firm ass-cheeks bounced up and down, up and down, more and more 
furiously on the big plastic prick. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" A third time, Marrian moaned wildly against her son's stabbing 
cock. Now! She could feel her orgasm exploding like some secret bomb inside 
her, tearing apart her stomach, blowing down into her bowels, bouncing off 
her bowels, then redoubling back more powerfully than ever into her pussy. 
Marrian chewed down hard on Justin's cock, careful to keep her teeth well 
away from his fat fuckrod. 

"Ufufuifufuffff!" he grunted. 

This was it! The woman squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and 
down, stabbing her cunt over and over again with the warm thick rod of 
latex, slapping her ass madly against the flat-bottomed chair. More shivers 
of ecstatic delight raced through her body, destroying her utterly. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Justin cried, his body trembling. 

Marrian squealed back again in answer, her orgasm peaking like a 
thunderbolt. It shot through her, ripping her flesh, making her quiver in 
her bonds as she felt the wild ecstasy shoot like a million sparklers 
through her body. At the same time, Justin exploded as well, sending gush 
after gush of steamy cum into her mouth. Marrian gagged, swallowed then 
coughed again, determined to take in all her son's cum even if it choked 
her. 

"That's it, Mom, ohhhhh, yeahhhh, swallow it, take it all," Justin cooed. 

Justin didn't have to encourage her. Oh, no, she was more than motivated as 
she sucked and swallowed, throwing all morality and care to the winds as her 
body was violated by her son. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Marrian started coming down from her orgasm, her lips slackening around his 
softening prick. The water had stopped pumping into her cunt, the sharp, 
burning current also having stopped with her orgasm. Everything was fading 
to an even gray now. Marrian relaxed, her pussy still tightening, still 
creaming around that fat dildo, while Justin moaned softly, caressing the 
sides of her head with his powerful fingers. 

"Good head, Mom, good head. I wanted to watch you like this and still get 
off. Fuckin' good...." 

How long had they been like this? Marrian didn't know. Perhaps she should 
call an end to this. After all, Ann would be coming home soon, she guessed. 
What if her daughter were to barge in and find the two of them like this? 
Another spasm shot through her cunt, making the muscles tighten around that 
plastic cock again. The room was silent except for the heaving panting of 
the two satiated beings. How horrible. And yet she was smiling, actually 
smiling at the thought that she had been violated this way by her own flesh 
and blood. Surely there was something wrong with her to think this way! 

The sound of the kitchen door opening and slamming hard brought the two of 
them back to reality quickly. Ann. Dear God, they'd been fucking in the 
basement for so long that they'd lost track of time. And her daughter was 
home now, shuffling around in the kitchen. Both she and Justin rolled their 
eyes up, mentally following the young girl as she moved into the kitchen, 
then into the living room. In a moment she'd be looking for them. 

"Untie me, Justin," Marrian hissed, shaking loose hair from her eyes and 
working her wrists against the ropes. "I don't want Ann to find us like 
this." 

The young man had drawn his pants on during the interim, his eyes still 
rolled up to the ceiling. A faint smile crossed his lips as he zipped up his 
fly and began walking toward the stairs. 

"Justin!" Marrian cried through her teeth, a terrible thought crossing her 
mind. "Don't ... oh, God, don't...." 

Justin only smiled more broadly, one hand on the rail as he climbed the 
squeaking wooden stairs slowly, his eyes raised, focused on the shut door. 
Marrian struggled wildly with the ropes, her wrists twisting this way and 
that, her body lurching about as she fought to free herself. She could have 
cried out to Ann. But to what avail? Certainly there was nothing she could 
do. Justin was in command now, pulling them around like the master he was. 
All she could do was sit there naked in the cellar, bound like a criminal, 
and pray that he wouldn't hurt her daughter too much. 

Moments passed, minutes that were an eternity for Marrian. After some time, 
she heard two people walking toward the cellar door. Her cheeks flushed beet 
red as the door opened and she heard both Ann and Justin conversing easily. 

"Down here?" she heard Ann say, climbing down the stairs while Justin closed 
the door softly behind her. 

"Yeah, Ann. Mom's working on a few things. Wanted to see you." 

Her world was coming apart. And what was strange was that Marrian didn't 
particularly care anymore. Suddenly she simply didn't care what Ann would 
think. How peculiar! She sat there, hands still tied behind her back, 
looking up at the stairs. In a moment she caught her daughter's legs 
appearing on the steps. 

"What's she ... ohhhhh, my God!" 

Ann stopped dead in her tracks, her right hand still gripping the handrail 
as she stared open-mouthed at her bound mother. A look of complete 
incomprehension crossed her face as she leaned forward, squinting through 
the semi-darkness as if to make sure that she was really seeing Marrian tied 
up like that. 

"What's going on, Justin? What-" 

Ann had little chance to say more. Her brother had grabbed her around the 
waist with both hands, lifting her small body from the stairs and wheeling 
her around. Ann let out a shriek, her legs kicking frantically in the air as 
she stretched her arms back and tried beating Justin away with her fists. 

"No, no, stop it! Oh, my God, what's going on here?" the young blonde 
screamed. 

It was happening all over again ... this-time with her own brother! 
Obviously her mother had fallen victim to Justin, and now it was her turn. 
Ann writhed about like a mad woman, images of Jack and his gang flashing 
through her confused brain. She had hoped to find a refuge in her family, 
and instead found more pain, more threats. Even her best friend had been of 
little help when Ann intimated what had happened to her. 

"Justin ... lemme go, lemme go!" 

With come careful balancing, Justin managed to haul his sister down to the 
cellar floor, wheeling her around one more time and spinning Ann toward her 
mother. The young girl caught her balance, pushing the hair from her eyes 
and staring horrified at her mother. One glance told her that she and Justin 
had had some time together, the kind of time she and Jack had experienced. 
Horror and disbelief still rushed through her mind as Ann let out a low 
moan, shaking her head, putting both hands to her forehead and fighting back 
tears of shame and horror. 

"Come on, Sis, it's not so bad. And since you're back here and all, thought 
you might like to join us. Mom and I've been havin' a good time, right Mom?" 

It was at this point that Ann saw the wire sticking out of her mother's ass. 
On closer examination she could see that Marrian was sitting on something-a 
dildo, water all around her! Ann's eyes widened even more, her nostrils 
flaring as chills crept over her back and shoulders. In a flash the girl 
realized what her mother and brother had been doing, and the realization 
made her a little sick. 

"Oh, God!" 

She had to get out of there, just had to. Her eyes darted up to the stairs 
once more. Surely she could stay at Patty's, make up some story until she 
could get her mind together and sort out this mess. Putting her hands in 
front of her, Ann tilted her head to one side, trying to fight down the 
panic rising quickly in her mind. 

"Now, Justin, don't ... don't do anything crazy. Just lemme go. I wanna go 
back to Patty's," Ann said, moving slowly, one foot in front of the other, 
her dress clinging damply to her underarms and thighs. Beads of nervous 
perspiration were starting to appear once more on her forehead. 

"You don't want to go back there, baby. Not especially considering what I've 
got planned for you here with Mom." Justin said, that cynical smile lighting 
up his darkly handsome face. 

"Oh, Justin, let her go, please," Marrian pleaded, hovering between horror 
and impatience with her son. Something was giving way inside her when she 
saw her daughter struggling with Justin. A kind of swarmy warmth was 
exciting her pussy again, making the tiny muscles clutch along the full 
length of the dildo. She moved as best she could to the edge of the chair, 
her legs spread, back straight. The odor of her lust was heavy now. 

"No!" 

His shouted negative cut through the room like a buzz saw. When Ann tried 
rushing for the stairs, her brother caught her by the wrist, yanking her 
back with such a jerking force, Ann thought her neck would snap. 

"Uhhhh...." 

"Come on, Sis, be more cooperative like Mom, here," Justin said, dragging 
the reluctant Ann to Marrian. The young girl stared down as she saw Justin 
reach down with his free hand, spread Marrian's swelling cunt lips and 
tickle the spongy fat stretched by that horrible artificial prick. In a 
moment Marrian's thighs became wet and tingling once more. She was nearly 
beside herself, her head quivering, her cunt tight and hot and wet while her 
son was jerking her off right in front of her daughter! 

"Oh, no ... God, Justin, what's happened to you, what's happened to the 
family?" Ann wailed, horrified at her mother's condition, at the way Marrian 
was responding to that fingerfucking. 

"Forget it." 

Justin turned her around like a puppet dangling from a string, his big hands 
pausing only for a moment around her throat. Then he ripped her clothes off 
in several tearing movements. Ann screamed, her hands going everywhere, 
beating against her brother's fingers. But he kept pulling and tugging and 
ripping, snatching off her dress, pulling off her bra, then hitting her with 
the back of his hand, catching her as she fell forward, sliding off her 
panties. In what seemed like only seconds, Ann was stripped nude, her body 
half leaning against Justin's. 

"Oh, no...." 

Marrian struggled with the ropes that were Parting to loosen around her 
wrists. Maybe she could get free, could save her daughter from her son's 
savagery so ... so she could have him to herself! That was the horrible, 
wonderful truth of it all. Marrian was greedy, wanting Justin for herself, 
for her own juicing cunt. 

"Ohhh!" Ann cried out as a cold draft slashed between her warm, slender 
thighs. She shuddered, trying to pull away from Justin as she came to. 
Closing her thighs, the girl felt the cold damp air drifting under her 
cunt-hairs, raising gooseflesh around her warm little pussy. Justin said 
nothing more at this time, gripping her shoulders then pushing her forward 
hard. Ann stumbled, her legs tangling up in one another as she pitched 
forward toward her mother. With a muffled groan, the girl fell across 
Marrian's legs, her hands jerking out in front of her, her body sliding to 
one side and finally tumbling in a heap onto the cold concrete cellar floor. 

Almost immediately Ann rolled onto her ass, her hands covering her tits, her 
one leg folded over the other as she stared up at her brother, cheeks 
burning with shame. 

"How ... could you?" 

"Watch." 

With that, Justin threw himself onto his sister, his senses completely 
aroused now by her nakedness, her anger, her terror. Ann screamed, twisting 
her head away, bending her knees and kicking at him with the balls of her 
feet. Of course there was nothing she could do. As she cried out, as Marrian 
screamed and tried jerking her chair over to the thrashing couple, Justin 
unzipped his trousers yet again, pulling out his fat prick, then letting it 
glide up and down the narrow groove separating Ann's right leg from her 
lower belly. The girl froze for a second, feeling the hot, slick touch of 
prickmeat against her flesh! Ann renewed her frantic contortions, pressing 
her hands against his chest, twisting to the right, to the left, doing all 
she could to escape this incestuous horror. But he held her tight, twisting 
his fingers in her hair until it was stretched tight. Still gripping her 
hair, Justin reached around and he rammed two fingers deep into her cunt. 
Ann's mouth opened wide, a rush of air coming over her teeth. She felt her 
belly and cunt muscles cramp and snap shut, her thighs clenching. My God! 
Was it pleasure or something close to it she was feeling? Her mind exploded, 
reeling around and around as Justin gloated down at her. "like it, huh?" 

"Animal!" Marrian shouted, tears blurring her eyes. 

Justin obviously relished the names both women hurled at him as he continued 
to violate his sister. Ann knew instinctively, and from her experience with 
Jack and his horrible friends, that yet more awaited her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Justin had taken his time. He told both his mother and sister that fucking 
should be like eating-slow, delicious-being able to taste everything well 
before digesting. Secretly the two women agreed, although they continued to 
wail and object to everything he did. Justin's penchant for electricity 
quickly became apparent to Ann when he pulled her up from the floor after 
having fingerfucked her for several minutes. He said nothing, but gave her a 
knowing smirk when he dragged her past her mother. Yes, he knew, of course, 
she had no cherry. Any mercy he might have shown her on that part was now 
gone. 

"I haven't tried somethin' like this before. It's a new idea. But I think 
I'm gonna have a go at it now," Justin said, dragging Ann across the floor 
by one arm. 

"No ... no," she whimpered, her cries growing louder as the seconds ticked 
by. 

"Leave her alone, Justin," Marrian shouted, her hands turning numb from all 
the savage twisting she was doing. 

"You'll have lots of fun this way," Justin said, ignoring the two women. 

"Oh, Justin," she sobbed, tears staining her face once again, "don't do this 
... oh, please don't, oh, please...." 

He dropped his grip, turning around, staring at her with slittled wolf-like 
eyes. With a groan, Ann turned and, like a bitch dog on all fours, ran 
toward the stairs. Her tits hung down, her stiffened nipples scraping across 
the concrete. She could hear Justin running after her, heard him grabbing 
something. The sound of a metal pail tumbling over and over clattered behind 
her, mixing with her mother's sharp cries. She tried to crawl faster but 
slipped on the various pools of liquid around her mother's chair. Rolling 
around, the girl realized that Justin was just behind her, a rotted piece of 
rope dangling from his right hand. 

"The race's over now, Ann. All over." 

He snapped the rope, dust and fuzz rising from the line, Ann turned her face 
just in time, her arms flailing as she tried covering herself. The rope 
hissed through the air, chewing the white flesh along the right side of her 
ribs. Again, it snapped down, biting the end of the right lower rib in 
particular. 

"Yagghghhhhh!" 

Ann experienced a flash of heat and pain she had never before known. 
Scooting away, keeping one hand covering her face, the young girl moved from 
the stairs, back toward the popping water heater. Justin kept swinging that 
rope over his head like a bolo, his mouth twisted up into a savage smile. It 
was the same kind of smile Jack had when he was tormenting her. 

"Uhhhhh...."she moaned helplessly. 

The knotted tip bit down once more, slapping hard and loud along the white 
flesh of her hips. It was as if someone had touched her with a branding 
iron. Ann jerked, scooting away, only to be stopped by a wall. She was 
helpless, and her fright was driving all rational thought from her mind. It 
was all so useless. Was her brother going to peel her skin from tit to 
kneecap? The rope came down once again. Ann rolled away, exposing her 
ass-cheeks. The rope bit a fourth time, tearing at her white supple flesh. 
Ann squealed loudly, her hands and legs jerking out from her body while her 
tits scraped along the floor. 

Something instead of pain now was being born, a warm, comforting feeling 
spreading through her cunt. That tingle, that tightness. Yes, it was the 
same kind of joy that she had known with Jack and his horrible friends. And 
now she was experiencing it with her own brother! 

"Get up." 

Coiling the rope carefully, Justin slipped it into his back pocket, hauling 
his terror-stricken sister up from the floor and shoving her into a vinyl 
covered old kitchen chair. They were now about eight feet from Marrian. 
Justin turned the chair about so that the two women faced one another-mother 
and daughter, both victims of Justin, their own flesh and blood. The young 
man worked quickly, strapping his sister to the chair in much the same way 
as he had done with his mother. Marrian curled her upper lip into her mouth, 
biting down as she saw the terror and confusion in her daughter's blue eyes. 

"Mother, stop him," Ann whispered, wincing as her brother drew the ropes 
tighter around her wrists, knotting them well together. 

"I can't ... just can't, Marrian groaned. 

"Okay, now for the part you're going to enjoy. Mom, you've gone through this 
before, but not with a series hookup." 

Marrian trembled, her eyes widening as Justin brought out that damned 
generator once more, this time with additional wires and clamps. Ann watched 
horrified as her brother uncurled the spider-like black wires, then attached 
the clamps to her mother's nipples, cunt lips, and shoved a long wire up 
Marrian's ass. 

"It's ... grotesque!" Ann groaned, turning away, her body shaking with 
revulsion. "Don't be so hard on her. You're next." 

Ann froze, her heart pounding hard, perspiration oozing from under her arms 
as Justin pulled out another set of wires, uncoiled them, then approached 
her with those cold hideous clamps. She flinched back, her eyes wide, her 
forehead wrinkled as she watched Justin open the jaws of one of those 
clamps, rub the tiny teeth along her rubbery nipple for a teaser, then snap 
it shut suddenly on the tip. She closed her eyes and whimpered hard, the 
whimper turning into a groan as the second clamp bit down on her left 
nipple. She was twisting her ankles as best she could under the chair. And 
how odd. Her cunt was throbbing, actually pulsing, and there was Justin, 
wiping his knuckles against her outer pussylips, giving her a secret smile 
and winking, then attaching one clamp, then another on each pussylip. The 
wire up her ass was the final blow, making her ass muscles quiver, 
shattering what was left of her pride. 

"Justin...." 

The boy was too fascinated by this double electrocution to say anything or 
listen to his mother and sister. Both women stared dumbly at one another, 
their hair curtaining their faces partially as the generator hummed on once 
again. 

"Oh, mother ... is he going to." 

"Yes, oh, God!" 

"I'm gonna put a power booster here." Justin placed a small black box 
between the two women. Carefully, he attached wires jutting out from the box 
to the wires running to Ann's and Marrian's cunts. "You see, the 
electricity'd peter out if it went right from Ann's body to yours, Mom, and 
you'd barely feel a thing. I'm not sure if this thing'd put out enough power 
to charge you both up at the same time. So the current's gonna hit Ann 
first, then go down here," Justin said scientifically, pointing at the 
wires, "where it'll get a boost, and charge on into your cunt. That's the 
most important part. The other wires-your tits and ass-'ll come from the 
other power outlet of the generator." Justin pointed out the back end of the 
humming machine. "Not as strong as the other end, but your tits don't need 
as much stimulation as your pussies. I know that for sure." 

Marrian and Ann blushed. But this wasn't a time for modesty, not when they 
were going to suffer this horror! 

"Okay." 

With that simple word, Justin began his torment, twisting the dial, sending 
the first surge of current flowing through the wires. Ann was the first to 
recevie it, her body bowing out from the chair, her head snapping back while 
her nipples began to turn purple already. The girl thought someone had 
poured gasoline on her! Her cunt lips tingled then burned, a pressure so 
incredible that she could hardly believe it was making her pussy swell! The 
girl let out a loud howl, jerking from side to side, making the chair slip 
and grate along the concrete. Her tits bobbed up and down, the wires 
clacking together. A second more, and Marrian was writhing in agony, the 
current amplified by that hideous black box between her and her daughter and 
slamming into her cunt with the force of a hurricane! Her body stiffened, 
the muscles quivering, her head shaking as if she had a palsy! The generator 
buzzed and hummed, sending out more and more current as the two women danced 
and twitched on the wires! 

"Yaggghhhh!" Ann screamed. 

Marrian opened her eyes, watching Ann's body writhe against the plastic 
chair, the wires at times striking her face. There were moments when Marrian 
thought that she could see sparks jumping from her daughter's nipples into 
her face while her cunt flexed and juiced under the merciless onslaught. 

"Yagghghghhgh!" 

Another jolt, another rush of hot current exploding into her cunt. Ann kept 
on screaming, her voice shrilling past soprano, her wrists nearly bleeding 
from the constant twisting and jerking while the generator pumped current 
harder and faster into hers and her mother's bodies. 

"Ughghghhhhh ... owwwwwww!" 

It was as if thousands of sharp, shark-like teeth were tearing at her cunt, 
her tits, her ass-hole. Marrian thought that she was going to move her 
bowels at any time as the wire danced savagely in her ass. She couldn't 
control her eye movements any longer while a buzzing exploded again and 
again in her head! 

"Noooooooo!" Marrian cried out, watching her daughter slipping down from the 
chair, her legs having somehow eluded the knots binding them to the chair 
legs. Ann was halfway down the chair now, her legs dancing, kicking out 
obscenely, jerking as if they had no direction, no control whatsoever! 

"Ann!" 

Justin twisted the dial up to "high," laughing as the women shrieked, their 
bodies like rag dolls blown about in a tornado. Marrian's eyes rolled back 
into her head, the whites only showing while her blue and purple nipples 
appeared ready to tear off from the current. She was cumming, climaxing 
again and again, the electricity short-circuiting her mind, her body. When 
the woman thought she was about to pass out, the terror stopped. Suddenly 
the current was gone. With a savage, greedy, lustfilled cry, Marrian sagged 
forward, barely seeing her daughter slide completely to the floor, her arms 
pulled back, still roped to the back of the chair. 

'"Gonna fuck you now, Sis, fuck you...." 

It was all a blur. Through her curtaining blonde hair the woman watched 
Justin twist Ann around, positioning her like a dog, then opening his 
trousers and pulling out his prick. Marrian remembered wanting his cock, 
wanting it in her cunthole, envying her daughter as Justin slipped his 
prickmeat hard into Ann's cunthole. It didn't take him long to cum, his head 
thrown back, a smile on his lips as he unloaded the hot jizz in Ann's pussy. 
In a second he had finished, untying her from the chair, letting the girl 
fall limply to the ground. Next came Marrian, the woman keeping her eyes 
averted from her son as he unbound her, then pulled the offending wires from 
her cunt, tits and ass-hole. 

"Ohhh, Ann," Marrian cried, rushing from the chair and bending down to her 
daughter. She cradled the teen's head, stroking her cheeks, fighting back 
the tears as Ann slowly became conscious. 

"Oh, Mother, Justin-" 

"Hush. That's over. We'll move, get away from him. Maybe in time, with 
therapy, he can come back to us. But now, no," Marrian said, placing her 
fingertips lightly over her daughter's lips. "It's over, it's over. We'll 
figure out something for later. But now it's over," Marrian said, almost 
crying as she hugged her daughter closely to her naked chest. 

"Over...." 

No, it was only beginning, Ann thought. Her mind drifted back lo Jack, to 
Greig, to all the others in that horrid little place where she had been 
tortured. And now her brother. Were all men this way? Did they want their 
women humiliated, beaten, tormented before fucking them? The thought made 
Ann's head spin. And yet at the same time, it made her strangely warm all 
over. Yes, it would be nice to see Jack again-and even Justin, although she 
hadn't quite come to terms with incest yet. But that would come in time, 
just as her other feelings had. Leave? Perhaps for a while. But she would be 
back. And so would her mother. 

"Justin's leaving ... for now," Marrian said, pricking up her ears as she 
heard the back door slam. 

"Oh?" 

He'd be back, along with the others. Her mother was only fooling herself. 
He'd be back and everything would be so wonderful again. Oh, the things she 
had learned in these past few days! 

Oh, the things I've learned, Marrian thought at the same time, stroking 
Ann's cheeks, wondering when this would end ... and more importantly, 
wondering if she wanted it to end at all. How strange life had turned out to 
be. How strange! 


THE END
