Chained And Spiked Daughter
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

Normal is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as 
elusive as the term perverse. What those two words imply seems to vary from 
nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person. 

Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose ones back to 
others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man 
to offer his wife to a guest. 

Wendy Sterling outwardly appears to be an average American woman, yet behind 
the scenes she behaves in ways many would consider abnormal and perverse, a 
way that interests her teenaged daughter, too. 

CHAINED AND SPIKED DAUGHTER-a novel of major interest to any who hope to 
find and define their own standards of correct behavior. The story of one 
woman seeking to resolve her moral conflicts and find inner happiness. 

--The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Uh ... tighter ... please, ohhh ... yes, tie it tighter!" 

"You wanna strangle yourself on this shit, don'tcha bitch?" 

"Please ... oh God, tighter ... yess, that's it, that's it!" 

Wendy Sterling arched her spine, wallowing her shoulderblades against the 
broad king-sized mattress as the big man kneeling between her legs finished 
knotting the half-inch line around her wrists. Drawing her arms back until 
her knuckles pressed against the back of her spine, he picked up a shorter 
length of rope with his free hand. The thirty-six-year-old woman lay naked 
on the bed, her hot, tight, blonde cunt, wet, swollen open with excitement 
as she felt the ropes biting into her skin. 

This was a dream come true-a frightful, terrifying dream, but nevertheless 
one Wendy had been having over and over for the last two months. Now, 
struggling against the binding ropes, hearing the sound of the headboard 
clattering against the wall behind her, the panting blonde could only smile 
weakly, peering up heavy-lidded at the big-cocked stud overpowering her. She 
whimpered through her clenched teeth as he pulled her wrists and ankles 
together, looping the line around and around until he had bound them 
together. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

"You wanted it all, baby. You said you wanted to be roped like some damned 
calf. Well, you got it. When old Jack's through with you, you won't be able 
to piss for a fuckin' week!" 

She loved his filthy mouth, loved the way he was treating her. His big 
paw-like hand gripped her thighs, rolling back onto her ass. Her sensitive 
inner thigh flesh rippled with lust as she felt his fingers fanning over the 
skin, the jagged nails leaving long red marks. Tiny electric-like spasms 
rippled through her cunt, making the tiny muscles spasm and tense. More than 
once Wendy tried shutting her thighs, but the ropes held her open, the soles 
of her bare feet pressing together. 

She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away-even if she wanted to. 
And the woman simply didn't want to! Oh God, God! Jack was more than his ad 
had revealed, so much more! Wendy sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the 
room reel around and around as she slid her plump yet firm ass back and 
forth on the dampening top sheet. 

"Ohhhhh, it's so good...." 

He was mouthing one knee and then the other, holding her open, his fingers 
getting closer and closer to her pussy. Wendy whimpered again, pushing her 
head into the crumpled pillow behind her, curling her toes together until 
they cramped. It had been so long since a man touched her down there! So 
long. For a while she had forgotten what it was like to be a woman. But now 
Jack was reminding her, his heavy hot breath panting against the base of her 
throat while his fingers slinked down toward her cunt. 

"Yeah, hot pussy ... good hot cunt," he breathed, his black eyes glittering 
with wild excitement. 

Blinking up at him, Wendy thought he was the perfect animal-tall, 
thick-muscled, obviously a weight-lifter with a full black beard and trimmed 
moustache and eyes that burned right into your soul! 

Another series of spasms, these more powerful than the last! The woman 
writhed against the mattress, her wrists pulling at the ropes while Jack's 
fingers reached the first blonde curls of her whisper-soft cuntlips. 

"Ohhhhh God!" 

The contact was electric! Wendy threw her head from side to side, her groans 
gradually increasing until they were nearly screams while her body pitched 
and rolled like a ship in a hurricane. The mattress squeaked, the groans 
mixing in with hers. His fingers! Ohhhh, they felt so good, so very, very 
good as they stroked her labes. Wendy tensed her thigh and ass muscles, 
hunching up against the soothing, rubbing feeling of Jack's right hand. She 
could feel the hard skin rubbing over her clit, sending hot electric 
sensations shooting through her body, making her want more, making her want 
his-cock! 

"Uhhhhh." 

Her body was arched like a drawn bow, the cords sticking from her neck. 
Whimpering with unrestrained lust, Wendy strained against her hemp bindings 
again. They cut so deliciously into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. A 
tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound naked before that big stud 
in front of her made her heart pound faster and faster. Her nipples were 
hard and stiff, itching, begging to be kissed. As if he'd read her mind, 
Jack bent forward, bracing himself against her legs and stuck out his 
tongue. He was teasing her, barely touching the tip of her left tit with his 
tongue! Again Wendy struggled, hunching like a mad woman, wanting him to 
suck the whole thing, to bite her if necessary! 

"Ohhhhh yeah, baby, you dig bein' sucked off that way, huh? Sure, you like 
havin' your tits sucked," Jack said, wiping his mouth with the back of one 
hand. He was just looking down at her, watching the woman move frantically 
about, wanting more than just the slick rub of her cuntlips against one 
another. 

"Ohhhh please, please...." 

"Told you over the phone I'd have you beggin' for it. And there you are, 
baby, wantin' it all!" 

"All ... yes, oh God yes, I want it ... want it," she whispered, her eyes 
blazing nearly as brightly as his. 

"Then take it." 

Jack bent down again, his thick, sensuous lips cupping around her left 
nipple. Wendy held her breath; her eyes grew wide, her jaw slackened. She 
felt the gentle nipping of his front teeth against her tiny nipple and the 
resulting outpour of emotion and sensation was indescribable! She tensed her 
body, her tits jiggling like mounds of pudding as Jack sucked hard. 

The woman felt his teeth biting down harder, causing some pain and much 
pleasure. His tongue was continually swirling around and around, laving her 
tits down with spit. The biting, the slick movements of his tongue, the 
suction, everything was turning her into a mad sex fiend! 

Wendy cried out again, her fingernails digging into her palms. So intense 
was her excitement that she didn't notice a slight movement at the bedroom 
door. Neither she nor her captor realized that as they engaged in their 
perverted sex, her young daughter Pam was standing there, one hand pressed 
against her mouth to keep from crying out. She had been there for nearly 
five minutes, her body leaning heavily against the door frame, her eyes 
wide, fixed on the naked, rolling, fucking couple. 

"Oh, Mother," she whispered, feeling tingles crawl up and down her spine as 
she whispered the phrase. She couldn't say anything, couldn't let the guilty 
couple realize she was there observing them. 

"Tighter ... ohhh, suck it hard, suck it, bite it!" Wendy cried, whimpering. 

"You got it, bitch! Man, baby, your cunt's so fuckin' hot it'd fry up my 
cock." 

"Oh God!" Pam cried, closing her eyes and feeling the hot tears welling up 
behind them. 

Her mother had been acting strangely lately she knew. But this was something 
completely unexpected. Wendy was such a level-headed woman, especially after 
her husband had died. Pam had counted on her mother as being somewhat, well 
... sexless, a person untouched by emotion. 

She didn't know exactly why, but watching her mother now doing something as 
kinky as this, sent shivers through her body. Perverts and whores were into 
this kind of thing. But her mother, her staid, level-headed mother? Another 
shudder shook her body as she watched that man's prick stand straight up out 
of his crotch. 

"Ever have somethin' this big up your pussy, baby? Ever had it stretched 
open with a splitter like my ol' cock?" 

Wendy stared at the meaty thing, the fat, purple cockhead pulsing with 
excitement. An opaque drop of cum oozed from the big slit at the tip while 
the rope-like blue veins throbbed against the taut cockskin. No, she didn't 
think she'd ever imagined anyone had a prick like that-especially not her 
husband who had kept her more than satisfied during their marriage. 

"No, oh God no," she panted, her nostrils burning. 

"You're gonna have it. But first we're gonna spice up the action," Jack 
said, sucking on her other nipple, making Wendy cry out again, twisting her 
wrists in the ropes until her flesh turned pink. 

Pam felt sick as she watched her bound mother submit to this animal. One 
part of her wanted to shout, to pound the door and break up this circus 
before it went further. But another, a more secret part, wanted to shut up 
and watch. For something odd was happening to Pamela Sterling, something 
that made her tender young tits swell up against her bra, something that 
made her even envy her mother twisting helplessly on the bed there. 

How Pam wished her bra were off, that her hands were massaging the sore 
tips, or that his hands were doing that! It was awful to think that, but 
something in her mind was making her do it! Something was making her wish 
she could be on that bed with her legs tied up, her wrists bound, her body 
stripped of modesty as she writhed in heat, waiting for that man to-to fuck 
her! 

"Ohhhh, Mother!" 

That tingling sensation between her legs was starting to grow more intense, 
more concentrated, more heated as Wendy bucked her ass up and down now, so 
quickly beads of perspiration began to dot her forehead. She felt her knees 
growing weak, trembling against one another. The girl leaned more heavily 
against the molding, her hand slowly dropping from her lips and touching her 
swelling tits. 

That hot tight feeling between her legs was like having a single drop of 
perspiration trickle its way through the fuzzy covering of her virginal, 
tight pussy! She wanted to moan as loudly as her mother there in the bed. 
But Pam kept her mouth shut, watching in breathless silence as that awful 
man continued to fuck her mother. If only someone would rub her hot, 
swollen, plump cuntlips! How they ached to be touched, touched like her 
mother's were being touched right now! 

"Uhhhh...." 

"Animal! Oh God, you're an animal ... an ... uhhhhh!" 

"And that's just what you want, right, baby? You want some fuckin' animal to 
fuck you, to drive you right outta your gourd!" 

"Uhhhh...." 

Jack slid of f the bed for a second, stretching one hand down alongside the 
bed and unzipping a small black nylon bag he had brought with him. Wendy's 
eyes followed along, watching his fingers disappear between the shining 
silver teeth. Then she saw him bring up that long pink tubular thing. At 
first she didn't realize what it was but then the shape of a twelve-inch 
dildo presented itself to her. She gasped, her mouth opening wide while her 
heart beat so hard she thought it would crack her ribs! 

"Almost as big as I am, baby ... almost," he joked waving the thing in front 
of Wendy's face like a flag. 

"You can't be serious," she gasped, her eyes taking in the size, the length, 
and the thickness of that horrible thing. 

"Oh yeah?" 

His eyes narrowed as he licked his tongue up and around the plastic-flanged 
head, dropping it quickly down into her cuntal thicket. The touch of that 
plastic cock to her cunt made Wendy shiver. She arched her back, rolling her 
head from side to side, trying in vain to escape from the offending rod. 

"You can't!" she screamed, panting, looking wildly at him through strands of 
her blonde hair "You just can't be thinking of fucking me with that!" 

"Watch me!" 

Wendy felt the pressure of that big cockhead increase against her cuntlips. 
She tightened her thigh muscles, clenching her teeth together, making 
strange strangled grunts deep in her chest. But the awful thing was pressing 
up against her slick cuntlips, pushing them aside easily, touching the 
sensitive flesh between her inner and outer labes. Another group of spasms, 
this time forcing the outer muscles to cinch down tightly on the plastic 
prick. Jack smiled, giving the rod a slight twist to the right, then turning 
it back to the left, screwing the dildo into her body. 

Wendy wallowed up against that sliding dildo in spite of her original fear 
and revulsion. Something other than her fingers was entering her pussy for 
the first time in ten years! Her ligaments strained, ribbing her thighs 
while her wrists jerked and yanked hard against the ropes. How good it was 
to feel the restraint, the dildo, everything that was happening to her! 

"In, baby, it's goin' in ... kinda hard, but you'll loosen up," Jack said, 
dropping his head and watching with undisguised lust as the pink prick 
slurped its way into the woman's cunt. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Pam nearly fainted from surprise and desire. Never, never, had she thought 
she would run across someone who actually used a dildo! And yet there was 
her mother, coughing and gagging and choking with desire as that man 
cork-screwed a hunk of polished plastic into her cunt. 

"My God!" 

And she loved it, really loved it! The more Jack was twisting that thing 
around and around in her pussy, the more Wendy wanted. Pam could hear the 
want in her mother's cries, could see the desire on her lust-contorted face. 
And her own body was doing such funny things! It felt as if someone had 
slipped a gob of cold cream just inside her pussy. She was growing wet down 
there, really wet. Already she could feel the damp, sticky sensation of her 
panties clinging to her cuntlips while her nipples ached and throbbed. If 
only ... if only someone would touch her, would ... no, no, that was vile! 
Her mother may have sunk to that level, but she never would. 

"Fuck, fuck...." 

Wendy moaned low and deep, sweet hot juice oozing from her fuzzy cuntslot. 
Jack moved the dildo in and out, in and out, the flat, bulbous head nudging 
her trembling cuntal walls, the lips stretching around the smooth sides. For 
the first time in oh so long Wendy felt filled, stuffed with cockmeat! The 
thought exploded in her head like a bomb, brightly colored fragments 
shooting like stars through her brain. Fucked! Filled! Fucked! 

"My God!" 

Pam clung to the door frame, her eyes swimming in front of her. Her mother 
was impaled on that thing, her cunt split in two. And the sounds she was 
making! Instinctively the girl knew they were the sounds of a woman in high 
heat! Without realizing it, Pam was sinking to the floor, her fingernails 
scraping along the lacquered wood bordering the doorway. 

Again the teen thought of running away from the sight. She had come home 
early from the movie purposely, wanting to discover why her mother had been 
in such a hurry for her to leave. Never before had she nearly thrown her 
daughter out of the house. It had usually been the other way around-Pam 
whining for her freedom and her mother reining her in. 

"Ohhhhh ... uuuhhhhhh!" 

Halfway in. Six inches stuffed into her cunt! Jack was twisting the dildo 
around and around, holding it up, sliding it back a little, making sure the 
juice-slicked sides were always touching Wendy's clit. The woman growled, 
like an animal as her body exploded again and again with pre-orgasmic 
delight. She was high, dizzy, falling through a black world of touch taste 
and smell. Her thin arms struggled again and again against the ropes. 

Suddenly she felt his breath against the sweaty crack separating her 
asscheeks! While still twisting that dildo he was eating her out! Yes, she 
could feel his tongue brushing up along the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks 
then slither up, up to where the dildo split her cunt! 

"Noooo!" 

Again Wendy arched her spine, worrying that the bones were going to break. 
She could feel his front white square teeth nibbling along her cuntflesh. He 
was lapping around and around the dildo, teasing the tense, super-sensitive 
flesh of her pussylips! He was stabbing it back and forth, back and forth, 
almost as if he were trying to get his tongue into her pussy as well. The 
thought of that; of having that dildo and his tongue in her cunt made her 
scream out. 

More juices seeped out to wet his cheeks, his tongue, that light pink 
plastic cockrod splitting her in two. Shouting, Wendy rolled her hips first 
to the right, then to the left as he licked hungrily at her clit. She moved 
her hips faster and faster now, pressing her weight up against him. Ohhh, 
she liked it, really liked it! The woman pumped her ass up and down in 
steady fucking movements, her tits jiggling, sweat coating her body with a 
fine film. How dry her mouth was! Again she licked her lips. 

"Fuck me ... oh God, don't do this to me without your ... your cock in me!" 

Jack only laughed sexily, slipping yet another inch of that dildo into her 
body while he licked and lapped around her fuzzy, stretched cunt like a 
hungry dog. Wendy felt she had little control of what was happening to her 
body now. She was racing along the path of climax with a feverish, itchy 
thrill bursting through her loins. The woman felt his fingers digging 
against her inner thighs while his tongue stretched forward and actually 
entered her cunt. Double fucked! The idea tore through her and nearly made 
her mad with lust. And all the while little Pam watched and panted. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Ahhhhh...." 

Wendy nearly lost it right there, thinking she was about to climax. She felt 
the suction of her pussy against the fucking twelve-inch dildo, her muscles 
massaging it, chewing at it, milking the thing as if it were a cock. Yes, 
that's what she needed. The dildo was fine, but Jack's cock-that long dark 
pink thing dangling from between his hairy legs-was really what she needed! 

"My ... oh my God!" 

Pam was kneeling on the floor now, her hands crisscrossed over her breasts, 
her fingers digging into her slender shoulders. Slowly the girl reached 
under her dress, snaking her fingers up, up past the elastic legbands of her 
juice-dampened panties to her pussy. More than once she had done this to 
herself in bed. More than once she had lain there, thinking about some man 
who would touch her, who would eat her out and then ... fuck her. But this 
... this was her own mother tossing around there in front of her, her body 
bound with rope, her cunt split by a dildo. 

Pam touched herself, rocking from side to side, the feel of her fingers 
driving her up the wall. She was breathing hard, nearly as hard as her 
mother. Pam watched as Wendy rolled halfway over, exposing her bound wrists 
and ankles. The girl could almost feel the ropes cutting into her flesh, 
could almost feel that dildo, that tongue, that hungry mouth sucking her 
cunt. The girl's eyes glowed and her lower jaw slackened as her fingers 
slipped through the blonde thicket between her legs. The feathery touch of 
her cuntal curls tickling the flesh just under her nails drew another 
whimpery gasp from the teen. Giggling, then fighting to keep still, she felt 
her clit tighten and throb as delicious agony swept through her belly. 

"Uhhhh ... oh God, what are you ... you doing to me now?" 

Wendy felt him pulling the dildo out slowly, the suction making her feel as 
if he were turning her inside out. Wiping the slick, rubbery head against 
her ass, Jack smelled the pink cockrod, his lips curling into a soft smile. 

"Good, hot pussy. You wanna sniff?" he asked, dropping the thing to her 
nose. 

Wendy groaned, jerking her head away and heaving a deep breath. She could 
smell herself! Oh yes, she was ready, hot and ready for a fucking! Not 
knowing that her daughter was about to climax too, the woman groaned and 
heaved her body mightily again, silently begging for more fucking 
sensations. How empty, how abandoned she felt now that the dildo was gone! 

"Fuck it, baby, fuck it," Jack said. 

"What?" 

He was turning her over. She felt his hands on her thighs once more as he 
flipped her onto her belly, shoving her face into the pillow. Wendy could 
hardly breathe! Twisting her head to one side she felt pain around her neck 
and shoulders from the awkward position. Her arms stretched up and back, her 
legs bent forward at the knees, ankles and wrists meeting near her lower 
back. The resulting stretching, pulling sensation made her neck and thighs 
ache. 

"Please ... no...." 

Jack had the dildo in one hand still, the tip bending down toward her 
exposed ass. He grinned wider, pushing the plastic tip up against her 
asscrack, then dropping it down to her asshole and twisting it around and 
around until the head was pressing against the gray/pink wrinkled lips of 
her asshole. Pam saw what was happening and covered her mouth with her free 
hand to keep from gasping. He was going to fuck her mother in the ass with 
that thing! 

"Nooo, not that! Oh God, don't!" Wendy screamed, this time really frightened 
by what he was going to do! She twisted around as best she could, pulling 
free of the pillow and yowling like a frightened cat as she tried edging 
away from the man. 

"Shut the fuck up!" 

Tired of her cries, Jack left the dildo sticking straight up out of her 
asscrack for a minute, sliding off the bed and grabbing hold of his 
jockstrap on the floor. 

"Had enough of your belly-achin'! Tired of you sayin' you don't like it when 
you're juicing all over the fuckin' place." 

He was holding her head in one place, stuffing that filthy, ribbed jockstrap 
into her mouth. Wendy's scalp crawled with horror. This was going far beyond 
what she had had in mind! The ad she'd placed in that sex paper hadn't meant 
to cover this. Playtime was over. This was too much! She tried spitting out 
the strap, flattening her tongue and pushing out. But Jack had shoved it in 
deep, looping the leg straps around the back of her head to keep it in 
place. Wendy struggled against the thing but there was nothing she could do. 

Jack moved her back to the center of the large, sagging king-sized bed, 
moving back until his knees were pressing against hers, the woman's toes 
scraping against his chest. Reaching down Jack held onto the dildo, twisting 
it around again and shoving it down, down. Wendy cried out through the 
spit-soaked, filthy jockstrap, tears rolling down her cheeks. No more 
playtime. No more pretending, no more fantasy. This was reality and it 
frightened her! 

"Uhhfhhfhhffffff!" 

The pain increased, making her head pound and her pulse race maddeningly 
through her body. She pulled, the ache in her shoulders nearly making her 
faint with pain. There was a sudden, piercing pain, the likes of which Wendy 
had never felt before in her life! Her legs spasmed, her shoulders 
shuddering while her mind went white with agony for a moment. She tried 
jerking her thighs apart farther, attempting to shove that thing from her 
asshole. But nothing worked. Jack had jabbed that thing all the way into 
her, shoving at least an inch into her ass! 

"You're shit, baby, and that's just what's gonna be on this thing-your shit. 
Maybe I'll even make you eat it off when I'm through with you." 

His words made her brain blow apart. She felt the obscene slickness of that 
dildo rubbing against her bowel lining, nearly tearing her in two. The 
pressure against her asshole didn't let up for a second! More of that 
hideous cock was again being cork-screwed into her, skewering her body. 

Jack twisted the dildo in a few more inches, then left it sticking out of 
her asshole like a flagpole. It twitched obscenely and all the while Wendy 
thought her body would break, shatter like a fine porcelain vase from the 
tension of that prick rod. How much it hurt, how much it took away from the 
delicious feeling she'd been having with the dildo in her cunt and Jack 
licking all around her pussylips! 

"Now, baby, you're gonna have it at both ends-a double piece of ass!" 

She felt his hands scraping along her thighs, hefting her up as he slipped 
forward, crouching on her like an animal. He was going to fuck her in this 
modified doggie style, fuck her like a stag in the woods, fuck her like a 
bitch in the gutter. These images raced through her mind and hurried the 
woman along to a climax. 

"Mother...." 

Pam watched, one horrifying scene supplanting the other. The young girl 
couldn't believe people did this sort of thing. And yet there it was, right 
in front of her-and with her own mother! Again and again the teen blinked 
her eyes, expecting to find herself alone. But the image was only clearer 
with each blink. Jack was sliding forward, his fat cock sticking straight 
out, the head purple, glistening with his flowing pre-cum. 

Pam leaned her forehead against the wall, her heart racing, her cotton dress 
clinging damply to her flesh while her fingers slipped into her sucking 
cunthole. She felt the muscles clasping around her right index finger, 
pulling it in, milking it as if it were a man's cock! 

"Cock," Wendy moaned in muffled tones through the jockstrap. 

"Cock," Pam echoed dreamily, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful 
spasm passed through her convulsing pussy. 

"Yeah, baby, cock. Good, hard prickmeat up your pussy." 

He was leaning forward now, one hand braced between her jutting 
shoulderblades, the other angling the cock down toward the woman's hot, 
juicing pussy. Wendy knew she was going to get fucked now, fucked from 
behind. That dildo was hurting her so. Why didn't he take it out, take it 
out to make this first fuck in oh so long all the more enjoyable? 

"Uuuuuuufffffff." 

He was working his fingers along the insides of her thighs now, finally 
sliding one finger in to her pussy. Wendy groaned into the jockstrap gag, 
chewing down on the elastic, wriggling as best she could. Gradually, slowly, 
the stretching pain of the dildo faded from her ass. She waited patiently, 
waited to feel that cock in her pussy. It came with the speed and heat of a 
lightning bolt! 

Jack leaned forward, putting his cockhead against her pussylips while giving 
the ass-splitting dildo another turn. The double touch, this so-called 
double fuck made the woman pant like a beaten animal at his feet. Somehow 
Wendy managed to look back and saw Jack crouching behind her. She hoped Jack 
would have no mercy. She was past mercy now. And oh, oh, how big his cock 
looked! 

"Man, oh man," Jack groaned, shaking his head, knocking the burning beads of 
perspiration from his eyes. 

He was slipping his cock up, a slick trail of cuntjuice oozing from her 
pussy. The big, fat purple cockhead was edging up into her cunt, she could 
feel it sliding into her body. All these years she'd been waiting for this 
and now it was happening-happening in a way that both frightened and pleased 
her. 

"Feel it, baby, feel it?" Jack said, throwing back his head and laughing at 
her moans. 

Yes, she felt it, really felt it all right. Her ass pranced up as best it 
could for it. She wanted to run from it and yet she wanted to be caught and 
raped. How that cock was sliding into her now, the blood-filled meaty head 
pressing into her tender pussy and raking over her clit. Wendy closed her 
eyes and let out another groan, her belly muscles tightening along with 
those of her thighs. 

Wendy felt peeled open, split, torn in two like a thin sheet of typing 
paper. Jack was leaving the dildo in her asshole now. He didn't have to 
touch it. Wedged into her very deeply, the thing was creating its own havoc 
with no help from him. Somehow the sensations created by that prick rod 
mingled with the tense, hot feeling of his cock in her cunt, making her 
blood boil in her veins. Jack then tucked up and under, jabbing his cockhead 
hard into her pussy. 

"Yaggfhfhhfhfffff!" 

In her all the way! Oh God, he was in her all the way! 

"Ahhhhhhh...." 

The fat head was pushing against the seepy, soft lining of her cunt. Wendy 
felt every inch of the driving cock, her legs pulling again against the 
ropes binding her ankles to her wrists while the dildo jerked and twitched 
in her stretched and violated asshole. She gasped around the jockstrap 
gagging her mouth, and tossed her head to one side, chewing down on the 
elastic, wishing she could touch the man raping her now in this odd, 
doggie-style position. 

"Deep, baby, gonna go deep inside you ... real nice and deep." 

He was kneading her asscheeks hard now, the fingers sinking into her 
resilient assflesh. He was twisting the dildo around and around now, her 
bowels kinking with excitement as that thing churned down a little deeper 
into her body. How that cock was sinking in, moving up to that tunneling 
dildo. Were they going to meet somewhere in the depths of her tormented 
body? 

Pam felt her body explode as her fingers tickled up and down her bloated 
cuntlips. Her knuckles whitening, the young girl slipped two fingers in and 
out, in and out, stroking the slick muscles, feeling the smooth wet cuntal 
lining with her nails. How her body shivered! How her mind seemed to explode 
and yet stay together as she watched her mother in that obscene state. 

Her mother had told her fucking was bad-only for married people or those who 
loved one another very much. What was happening here? Her mother was tied 
hand to foot, a dildo shoved up her ass while this man was fucking her slow 
and easy, his long strokes drawing moans from her mother's mouth while her 
body jerked and twitched as if some one had attached a live electric wire to 
it. Fucking. If only she could have someone doing that to her, putting his 
cock-meat into her nice and slow, touching her clit until she came and came! 
Pam let out another groan, stabbing two fingers in to her pussy until she 
felt them touching her cherry. Stopping, the young girl twisted her fingers 
about, her knuckles brushing her clit. 

"Mmmmffffffff!" 

"Nice and slow, baby. That's the way you want it, right? That's the way I 
dig it," Jack said breathlessly, pulling his cock halfway out, then giving 
it quick, jerky strokes in until he was in all the way. 

Wendy howled, bobbing her ass up and down as if she wanted more. Jack 
smiled, reaching around and taking the dildo in his right hand, stabbing it 
into her asshole hard and fast with a twisting motion. Wendy's body 
quivered, her groans turning into screams. Jack kept screwing the plastic 
prick in, fucking her faster, his balls tightening, slapping hard against 
the underside of her pussy. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah, go for it, you fuckin' bitch!" he said excitedly, his 
eyes widening. 

"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrrrr!" 

Wendy pitched and tossed on the bed as much as she could, the ropes cutting 
still into her wrists and ankles while the dildo sent more slivers of pain 
shooting through her body. The woman had forgotten just how good fucking 
was, especially by someone as masterful as Jack. She loved it all-the 
stuffed feeling in her ass, the pain, the obscenity. Everything made her 
cunt hotter and hotter as she neared the wild moment of madness she had been 
waiting for. 

Pam felt her thighs clenching, her pussy tightening around her fingers. 
Cumming! Climax! Orgasm! The words she and the other girls giggled about at 
school flashed through her mind as she watched her mother being skewered by 
that fat cock. The girl stabbed her finger deeper and deeper, jerking her 
thumb and forefinger with faster movements. She was making her clit ache 
more and more, her body falling forward, her forehead striking the door 
frame. 

Boiling lust shut out the world around her. All that existed now were the 
hideous scene in front of her and her aching, pulsing cunt. Pam flailed her 
clit with both thumbs while her fingers drilled more deeply into her pussy 
and probed faster into the dark pink pussyflesh. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Pam couldn't take much any more. She felt herself teetering on the brink of 
some wonderful, frightening fence. Raising her eyes, she looked at her 
mother and at the big man fucking her, stabbing that awful dildo in and out 
of her taut, plump ass. Then it happened, sweeping over her like a tidal 
wave. Climax! The girl pranced her ass up and down, her asscheeks dancing 
over the balls of her feet while her knees spread yet farther apart to 
accommodate her wrenching hand. 

"God!" 

Pam didn't care if they heard her, didn't care if they found her kneeling by 
the half-opened door like this, with one hand up her dress stabbing into her 
pussy. She half sobbed, half laughed as spasm after spasm hit her cunt like 
a runaway freight train. Her fingers clicked slickly together as they moved 
in and out, working like that cock in her mother's cunt. 

"Fuckit, baby, gonna ... uhhhh ... gonna shoot right up your cunt," Jack 
groaned, his head tilted back, sweat staining the sides of his handsome 
face. 

Cum! Cum! Wendy thought as her mind began shattering into billions of 
brightly colored pieces. She was babbling into the jockstrap gag now, the 
pain in her wrists and ankles making her excitement rush hotly along every 
nerve of her body. Even her feet pressed sole to sole seemed involved in 
some kind of fucking! Every pore of her body was alive to the lust Jack had 
kindled in her. She groaned his name into the jockstrap, juice seeming to 
explode from her cunt. The wetness leaked down her ass and onto her ankles, 
slicking between the cheeks of her ass and wetting the sheet underneath her. 
Wendy ground her hips around wildly, hunching up, wanting more cock, more of 
that dildo splitting her ass in two! 

"Awwwww, fuck it out, bitch, man! Oh fuckin' Jesus, gonna ... awwwwwhhhhhh!" 

Jack pitched forward, his massive chest heaving up and down while his hands 
kept slapping Wendy's ass again and again. He was cumming! Yes, she could 
feel those hot jellied jets of cum scalding her pussywalls. Yelping more 
loudly than before, Wendy pumped her ass up and down, then felt herself 
overwhelmed by a firestorm of lust. The pain, the awkwardness of her bound 
position, the plastic cock up her ass, everything conspired to make her cum 
very violently. 

In a moment the woman was nothing but sheer, sexual sensation, her body 
drinking in every second, her pussy snapping tight onto Jack's shooting 
cock. So involved was Wendy that she never did notice her daughter there. 
Nor-like Jack-did she see someone scoot away from the doorway and stumble 
down the hall. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Why did I do it? 

Wendy sat in her tightly drawn bathrobe at the kitchen table, sipping her 
coffee, smelling the delicious aroma, and wondering why she had let that 
stranger into her house the day before. Not only had she let him in but also 
let him touch her and fuck her in that crude, obscene way. He had kept her 
tied up for several more minutes after the fuck, stabbing her repeatedly 
with that dildo, laughing as she cried out in pain, begging him to let her 
go. He had only pulled at the ropes in response to her pleas, adding to the 
pain in her wrists and ankles. 

Setting the cup neatly on the saucer, Wendy stared at the light-pink lines 
on her wrists, touching them gently with her fingertips. That area was still 
sensitive. Wincing, the woman pulled down the long sleeve of her robe to 
cover them. She had put that ad in the newspaper, that horrid, sleazy 
sex-paper, half hoping no one would answer it. It had been a dare to 
herself, a need to do something different, something deliciously naughty 
after having been so good, so proper, so loving a widowed mother for all 
these years. 

Wendy smiled weakly, staring down into her black coffee and remembering how 
nervous she had been on the way home, certain the police were going to stop 
her and search her purse for the sex-magazine. How would she react to their 
curious, amused stares as they held the offending paper up to her-to the 
world, to her daughter? 

Once home, Wendy rushed to her bedroom and locked the door, her icy, 
trembling fingers leafing through the yellowed pages of the paper, her eyes 
wide as they took in the explicit ads for fucking, sucking, and bondage. 
Bondage! Wendy's eyes had glittered as they'd come across that word. She and 
her late husband had fooled around with some light S & M for a while. But 
Brad had died before they could try anything very exotic. Then she had heard 
stories about people who were hurt or even died in some bondage excesses and 
was frightened. Besides, there was always Pam to raise and care for. But now 
the girl was grown up, starting to have a life of her own and pulling away 
from the home. Again the thoughts of having a man around, to having a man 
taking care of her, fucking her, even of roping her, occurred to Wendy 
often. 

It had taken her nearly three days to gather the courage to pen an ad, send 
in a check, then sit at home and wait. Jack's answer was one of the first to 
come in the mail-and certainly one of the best. It was with held breath that 
Wendy had called him, made the date, then hurried Pam out of the house for 
the evening. Even now, sitting in her kitchen, her cunt still tight from the 
thought of having that wonderfully big cock in it for so long, Wendy had a 
difficult time believing she had really gone through with it, had actually 
let a man fuck her, tie her up, even hurt her. And she had enjoyed it! 

Wendy lowered her head, rubbing her upper arms with her fingers briskly as 
chills of delicious arousal rippled up and down her spine. Last night she'd 
thought she would never want Jack back again to tie her and fuck her as 
brutally. But ... but she did. There in one hand was his phone number. All 
she had to do was dial it and.... 

Footsteps! Wendy crumpled the small piece of paper, shaking the thoughts of 
Jack, of that wonderful night, from her head. She would have to think of 
something else to tell Pam for tonight, invent some story to get her out of 
the house so she could be home alone with her ... man! 

"I'll get breakfast on," Wendy said a little breathlessly, not realizing 
that the paper had slipped from her hand and settled on the floor near the 
chair Pam was taking. 

"I'm not that hungry, Mother," Pam said, her eyes on the floor, her fingers 
folding together on the table top. 

It was really hard for Pam to look at her mother this morning, remembering 
her as she had been, roped and gagged, the night before. Pam drank down her 
juice fast, crossing her legs at the ankles as she heard the bacon sizzling 
in the frying pan. She had on a short skirt and a skimpy pink halter top no 
bigger than a couple of handkerchiefs. It was cool outside, but Pam enjoyed 
the light outfits of summer even now. 

"Are you going to be doing any studying today, dear?" Wendy asked, stirring 
the bacon. 

"Uh, a little. Thought I might go to the Galleria and look at some shops." 

Pam's heart contracted. She saw that wrinkled slip of paper almost at her 
feet! Jack's name was on it with his number! The room swam in front of her 
for just a second. Closing her eyes, the young girl memorized that number, 
wondering why she was doing it, why she would call him up. 

"Christmas shopping?" Wendy asked as she dropped the bacon lightly onto her 
daughter's plate. 

"Uh-huh." 

As she wolfed down breakfast, the young teen kept repeating that phone 
number over and over again in her mind, making sure she wouldn't forget it. 
As Pam drank her milk, she noticed her mother bending down under the table 
and picking up that scrap of paper. She could have been nasty and said 
something but decided to keep quiet. 

"Well, I'm gonna get a jacket and head down to the mall in a bit, Mother," 
Pam said, pushing away from the table and standing up. 

"Darling, I hope you're not thinking of going out dressed like that," Wendy 
said, narrowing her eyes and giving her daughter a disapproving look. 

"Why not?" 

"It ... leaves you rather ... exposed!" 

Pam shuddered slightly, feeling she wanted to say something about what she 
had seen the other night. But instead the girl kept her silence, turning 
away and continuing her walk from the room. 

"Oh, everyone goes around exposed nowadays, Mother. This isn't the Dark 
Ages, you know." 

"I suppose," Wendy said, rubbing her palms on her gown. "Yes, I suppose they 
do. But I can see your panties," Wendy said. 

"I could go out with no panties at all, Mother. Would that satisfy you?" Pam 
snipped, turning around in the doorway and flashing a look of defiance. 

Wendy was taken aback. They had had their little tiffs before but there was 
something extra in her daughter's tone this time that made the woman gasp. 

"You don't have to be so sassy, Pamela. I certainly didn't mean anything 
wrong in what I said," Wendy breathed, still rubbing her hands methodically 
on her gown and thinking about that paper in her hand. 

Her daughter. Could she give advice to her daughter on how to conduct 
herself when she was doing such vile, horrible things with her own life? 
Wendy felt as if she were losing her grip on everything. 

"Sorry, Mother. I just want to go down to the mall to look around. Nobody's 
gonna say anything about the way I look. All the kids dress this way now, 
anyway." 

"I ... guess so. We'll talk about it later. My nerves are a mess this 
morning." She started to turn back to the sink. "Oh yes, I may be going out 
tonight with Sarah Richfield. She said something about a club for widowed 
and divorced women I might be interested in joining. I hope you don't mind, 
dear." Wendy already felt guilty as she knew what would happen this evening. 

"No, of course not, Mother. I think it's about time you started dating 
again. Now, I've got to run," Pam answered, rushing up the stairs, her heart 
beating so fast she thought she would have an attack. 

At the top of the landing Pam stopped, leaning against the wall, one hand to 
her chest as she caught her breath. A club! She nearly laughed as she 
replayed that phone number in her mind. A club! She knew her mother was 
going to see that awful Jack again, going to have him touch her and fuck her 
and tie her down. The young teen shook her head, closing her eyes, realizing 
only now just how hot her pussy was as she thought of what would go on 
between her mother and Jack tonight. 

Pam ducked into her room and jotted down that number, sitting on the edge of 
her bed, her fingers caressing the smooth pink top of her princess phone. 
Dare she do it? Dare she call him up? And then what? What would she say? For 
several minutes Pam lay in agony on the bed, her heart still beating hard 
and fast, her breath coming in short, uneven pants. There were times when 
she thought she would really go to the Galleria and window shop, or maybe 
catch a movie, or see one or two of her friends there and giggle about guys. 
But in the end the girl found herself with the receiver wedged between her 
chin and shoulder, her right forefinger dialing Jack's number. 

"Yeah?" 

It was him! She recognized the gravely baritone voice and the breathless way 
he spoke. Again Pam thought about hanging up. 

"Hi. I ... I saw you last night," she said, amazed at her own brazenness. 

Wallowing her shoulders against the mattress, feeling her ass sinking 
comfortably into the bed, Pam concentrated on the sounds she got through the 
receiver, the sounds of his caught breathing. 

"What're you talkin' about, huh?" 

There was a touch of belligerence in his voice, and a heavy undertone of 
challenge. Pam trembled, her fingers tightening around the plastic receiver. 
No, she wouldn't back out. An image of her mother roped and bound on the 
bed, her cunt and asshole split open, flashed through her mind. Rubbing the 
backs of her legs over the silken coverlet, Pam continued. 

"I saw you with my mother. The two of you were in the bedroom and ... and 
were fucking!" 

She thought she would faint. A thin coating of perspiration made her 
clothing stick damply to her flesh. How could she have said something like 
this, and to a total stranger? And yet the excitement she had felt last 
night returned with all its force now as she lay on her narrow bed, her cunt 
sticking damply to the nylon crotch panel of her panties. 

"Oh yeah? You dig what you saw?" 

He sounded cocky, self-assured. Wendy squeezed the receiver in her damp 
palm, breathing more heavily than before. What was the purpose of the call? 
Why was she doing it? 

"I ... I don't know. I got your number from my mother and...." 

"She gave it to you?" 

"No, no. I just ... just got it and thought I'd call you and let you 
know...." 

What? What was she doing? Again the girl thought about hanging up. But it 
was too late. She had exposed herself to Jack. He knew she knew the story. 
Whatever the consequences Pam felt she had to follow them through. 

"I thought I saw somebody by the door last night. Kinda figured it was you." 
There was a long pause, as if he were thinking out something. "So, kid, 
whattya want, same thing your old lady got?" 

The offer was crude, but that was what Pam had expected. She moved one hand 
down to her pussy, raising the hem of her dress and touching her cunt 
through the thin, silky material. Oh, she was so wet, so very, very wet 
there! Just the light touch of her fingertips through the nylon material 
sent tremors of delight and need rumbling through her cunt. 

"Don't ... don't talk like that," Pam pro tested weakly. 

Jack laughed, his breathing more heavy, almost the same sound he had been 
making when he had fucked her mother. 

"You wouldn't've called me if you didn't want somethin'. Hot pussy ... good 
young hot pussy. Yeahhhhh," he whispered. 

Oh God, was he touching himself, jacking off while talking to her? Slipping 
one finger under the right legband of her panties and sticking it stickily 
in her pussy, Pam hoped so! 

"Don't ... that's dirty and-" 

"And you want it bad. I could do real groovy things to your body today, if 
you wanna come over. I'd strip you, tie you up like your old lady, and maybe 
start eatin' your cunt nice and slow." 

"Ahhhhh ... no, stop this!" 

But Pam couldn't put the phone down. A dirty phone call and at eleven in the 
morning! But she was enjoying it! Her fingers stabbed in a little farther, 
up to the second joint. The nails scraped teasingly along the light, wet, 
pink cuntal membranes, the tops of her fingers brushing the rounded bottom 
of her clit. Pam inhaled sharply, careful to turn her mouth away from the 
receiver at that point so Jack wouldn't hear her sounds of arousal. 

"Nice and slow ... and then I'm gonna suck your tits. You know? Just like I 
did to your old lady, suck 'em in and start bitin' 'em nice while I get my 
tongue around your nubs." 

Wouldn't her mother just freak if she could see her now, her fingers 
slipping in and out of her fuzzy cunthole, her body flushed with excitement! 
And all because of Jack, that wonderful stud who had done all those things 
to her mother? And now he was going to do them to her, too! 

"You don't know what you're saying. I'm gonna hang up right now," Pam said 
breathlessly. She sucked in another ragged breath, wagging her ass slowly 
from left to right against the mattress, loving the silky rub of her 
cuntlips one against the other. 

"Nice and slow. Good, long, slow licking strokes," Jack kept on, ignoring 
her protests. 

"I said stop it!" 

But she could no more stop him than she could hang up. The sound of his 
voice, that husky, masculine rumble, made her body shiver with delight as it 
went through her like a lightning bolt. Again and again Pam saw her mother 
writhing on the bed, saw Jack hovering over her like a Hun, raping her again 
and again, making Wendy beg for that prick. 

"You don't wanna stop it, baby. You dig it, you dig havin' me talk real nice 
and dirty to you, right?" 

"You ... you're crazy, you know that? Crazy. I could hang up now and-" 

"But you ain't gonna, right? You're gonna come over here and get fucked. 
Nice and slow and hard, right?" 

"No!" 

But the idea stuck in her mind as she drew her knees up and let them flop 
apart, the resulting tension peeling her cuntlips back stickily. 

"Yeahhhh, I'm gonna eat those pretty little tits of yours...." 

Pam let out a groan as she traced the taut, rubbery wet rim of her cunt with 
her right forefinger. She felt her muscles convulse deep inside. 

"No, don't...." 

"Bet you never had anybody really touch you ... you know, the way I could," 
Jack said, laughing sexily, low again. 

"Don't start," she complained, starting to fuck herself slowly with two 
fingers. 

"I'll bite 'em good and hard, then get down, way down, lickin' your belly, 
then down to your pussy. Yeahhhh," Jack said, breathing heavily into the 
receiver. "And then I'm gonna fuck you." 

Pam felt her heart pounding hard in her chest. She was dizzy, her cunt 
flooding out more and more juice, wetting down her panties, her thighs, her 
ass. 

"I'm not gonna listen to this." 

"You called me, baby. You get me real hard now and the only way I can get 
soft again is to pound my pud like this on the phone or get you over here so 
I can fuck you." 

He was jacking off! The thought that he was touching himself like she was 
touching herself sent more shivers of wild lust racing through her. 

"Real slow's how I'll do it. I'll put it in nice and slow. You ever have a 
cock in your cunt hole? You ever felt how it is when you got a nice hot big 
prick squeezin' in good and tight? Drives 'em nuts. But you oughtta know 
that. You saw your old lady goin' crazy when I was fuckin' her last night." 

"No, stop it!" 

"You know my cock's real dark at the tip-and real big. You'll feel it when 
it slips in 'cause it'll stretch you good. You ain't been fucked much, I'll 
bet. Maybe even you're cherry. I'll stretch you, though, with my cock till 
you squirm and cry out, baby. You're gonna be beggin' for my cock after 
that. Yeahh," he said, his voice whispery, shaking, "you'll be on your 
knees, mouth open, wantin' to have that meat of mine shoved up your pussy." 

"Noooo! Don't say that." 

"You get the fuck over here fast, bitch." 

Pam started moving her ass up and down now, making fucking movements against 
her fingers. She tilted her hips to one side, then jerked them back the 
other way, her glistening cuntflesh stretching tantalizingly, opening more 
and more hollows to her probing fingers. 

"Bet I can make you cum twice." The earpiece was sweaty-hot against her ear. 
"You get the fuck on over to 18735 Brand Boulevard, baby. It's not far. I'm 
in apartment four. You come over now and I'll give you a time you ain't had 
yet. You're gonna be callin' me up all the time, askin' for my cock." 

"I won't, I won't!" Pam said, rolling over and slamming the receiver down. 

Oh, how her cunt pulsed, ached, actually hurt. 18735 Brand, apartment four. 
No, no, she couldn't, she wouldn't! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Pam stood outside the big two-story brown stucco apartment building, her 
fingers curled into two fists pressed against her thighs. Clouds overhead 
whirled, driven by a northeast wind, promising rain later on in the day. It 
was cool, too cool for the outfit she had on. But Pam wore it anyway, 
something to tantalize Jack with-as if he needed any encouragement! 

"I ... can't ... just can't!" 

The teen closed her eyes, the wind whipping her long blonde hair around her 
narrow shoulders and into her face. Cars whizzed past her, men staring 
appreciatively through the windows at her bare long thighs and pert little 
ass. 

Memories of his voice, of what he had told her he was going to do rang in 
her ear as she climbed the stairs, her eyes scanning the roughly hewn 
numbers on the doors until they lighted upon the number '4' She held her 
hand up, made a small fist with her right fingers, and tapped three times. 
There! She had done it! 

"Yeah?" 

His voice thundered out from behind the door. Pam looked around as if she 
expected her mother or someone she knew to be climbing the stairs and 
looking at her accusingly. 

"It's ... Pam ... me," she said, realizing he didn't know her first name. 

"Oh yeah, the kid." 

There were sounds of fumbling behind the door, then the sound of the latch 
turning. Pam felt her breath catch as the door opened and she found herself 
staring up at the man who had roped and fucked her mother so brutally the 
night before. 

"Come on in." 

He was shirtless, his bare, hairy chest seeming to exude masculinity. His 
tousled black hair hung in his eyes, black stubble around his cheeks 
indicating he had just been awakened-probably by the phone call she had made 
an hour earlier. Hesitating only for a moment, the girl stepped in, nearly 
jumping out of her skin when she heard the door slam behind her and the 
latch turn once more. She stood some distance from him, looking around at 
the simply furnished apartment. There were a few pieces of rented, badly 
cared-for living room furniture, a kitchen table with two chairs surrounded 
by empty beer cans, next to which a scratched refrigerator chugged and 
whined. Over all there was the heady aroma of stale tobacco. The apartment 
wasn't filthy-just ill-kept, something that excited Pam even more. 

"Told you, you'd come," Jack said behind her. 

Pam turned around, suddenly embarrassed. What was she expected to do? She 
had never been in a situation like this, had never even thought she'd be 
coming up to a man's apartment for this kind of rendezvous. And now.... 

"Maybe I made a mistake," she said, keeping her eyes lowered, her fingers 
folding over one another. 

"Don't think so, baby. Can smell you juicin' clear over here," Jack said, 
wiping his nose with one finger while leering at her. 

"I...." 

He stalked over to her, standing so tall Pam had to tilt her head all the 
way back to look in to his eyes. How they burned into her very soul! She 
felt one paw-like hand creeping around her narrow waist while the other slid 
up into her hair. His fingers were twisting around the blonde strands, 
pulling them back until she let out a breath of air from the resultant pain. 

"Uhh ... hurts...." 

"That's what you want ... just like your old lady. Gotta be roughed up first 
before you can play." 

He was pulling hard at her hair now, tearing strands from her scalp. The fun 
was over. Pam let out another cry, pulling away from him, her hands 
fluttering up to his chest, the fingers pressing against his ribs as she 
wriggled out of his grasp. 

"Don't," she cried, putting her hands up to her scalp and rubbing the sore 
spots. 

Jack frowned, his face darkening. Glancing down at his crotch, Pam could see 
the tell-tale tubular outline of his fat cock pressing against the faded 
material of his Levi's. She took a step back, still holding one hand to her 
head, her forehead wrinkled with fear and worry. Suddenly Pam felt very, 
very exposed. 

"Don't what? You ain't never done this kinda shit before. Gonna teach you 
what to expect from now on," Jack said, dropping one hand to his crotch and 
scratching the tip of his cockhead. Again Pam's eyes raced down to his 
groin. She could see a large dark blue spot appearing where his cockbulb was 
and guessed pre-cum was oozing hard and fast from his balls. She swallowed 
down a lump of fear, backing away yet another step. 

"Just don't touch me again. I'm sorry I ... I came to your place and...." 

"No you ain't ... and I'm gonna make damned sure you don't feel bad about 
comin' down here ever." 

He jerked one hand out, catching her by the left wrist. Pam pulled away, but 
found his grip too firm this time. His fingers were crushing the small 
bones, twisting her wrist around clockwise, making her bend forward at the 
waist and move her shoulder down to keep the pain from spreading to her arm. 
Hot tears welled up behind her eyes as the blood raced through her veins. 
Twisting around, Pam jerked back her left leg, kicking Jack hard in the shin 
twice. He only laughed, twisting her wrist around a little more. The girl 
gasped, agony rushing up and down her arm, bringing her down to one knee. 
Lowering her head, Pam let out a scream. 

"Noisy little bitch, eh?" 

The hand was gone instantly. Pam drew her arm quickly to her side, shaking 
the hair from her face and glancing up just in time to see his big right 
hand cutting a broad arc in the air and coming down fast toward her. 

"Nooooo!" 

She screamed again, starting to draw her hand up to protect her face. But 
the girl was too late. With a loud, dry smacking sound Jack's hand crashed 
into her face, the fingers stinging her cheeks, the force of that blow 
knocking Pam to the floor. She rolled over on to her right side, one leg 
folding over the other, her short skirt tucking up around her waist from the 
fall. Rough hands were fumbling around the elastic legbands of her panties, 
tugging them down. Dazedly she reached down, trying to swat away the 
offending fingers. But it was no use. Jack swore at her, knocking her hands 
away and pulling her panties down past her knees, her ankles, gone. 
Groaning, Pam tried pushing her short skirt back down over her ass. Her 
mother was right. She shouldn't have worn such an outfit around town, and 
especially not here! 

"Nice ass, real nice," Jack murmured, smoothing his rough hands over her 
ass. 

Pam cringed, sucking in her lower lip and chewing down hard. She had asked 
for this, and she was getting it in spades. 

"Come on, baby. We're gonna loosen you up real nice and fine ... in my 
bedroom. One hell of an eye opener, I'll tell you," Jack commented wryly. 

He grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her back through the living room and 
down a long hall to a room at the end. Through fluttering eyelids Pam saw 
she was in a bedroom furnished with an unmade double bed, several opened 
trunks pushed to the side, and an old wooden bureau to the right of the 
sagging mattress. 

"Up you go." 

More hands, more lifting. In a second the girl found herself stretched out 
on the bed. Shaking the daze from her mind Pam drew both legs under her, 
staring wide-eyed at her tormentor. He smiled, his lips pulling back over 
his strong, square teeth. Pam trembled, her flesh chilling as she shrank 
back from the big man. 

"Ruttin' like hell, eh? You dig havin' your cunt fucked by me?" 

"No!" 

Crouching on all fours Pam made another desperate attempt to slip off the 
mattress. For this she was rewarded with a backhanded slap, the knuckles 
bruising her lower chin and sending her flying back, her arms flailing out 
into the air. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Pam felt her head striking the wall and for a moment the world started to 
grow dark. In that moment Jack was on her again, tearing off her halter and 
slipping her skirt off her slender, boyish hips. Naked! He had stripped her 
stark naked, her full thirty-four-inch tits jiggling on her chest. He was 
pawing them now, his fingers pressing in the light-pink nipples while his 
tongue was licking the base of her throat. The top button of his Levi's was 
unsnapped and, glancing down, Pam could see the tip of his cock! 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Grabbing her hair, Jack pulled the strands back hard, so hard he tore 
several more from her scalp. Pam thought he was going to snatch her bald! He 
stared long and hard into her eyes, then dropped his face, gluing his lips 
to hers. He was kissing her hard, harder than she ever thought a man should 
kiss a woman. Her lips were pressed against the front of her teeth, cut by 
the pressure while his tongue snaked in to her mouth. 

All the while his fingers squeezed her thighs, sinking into her soft flesh, 
bruising her white skin. 

"Bitch!" 

He flung her away like an old sack, her body flopping back onto the bed. The 
springs groaned while the old headboard clattered angrily against the 
peeling plaster wall. Jack reached over to the bureau, fumbling in a drawer 
with one hand and pulling out a pack of cigarettes with a half used book of 
matches stuffed in the cellophane outer wrapping. Pulling out the packet, he 
flipped back the cover, took out one match and struck it. The instant 
pungent aroma of burning wood and sulphur invaded Pam's nostrils. She drew 
back, her eyes following the movements of his right hand carefully. 

"You got a hot pussy," he said, brushing the back of her trembling cunt with 
his knuckles. "But I can make it a whole lot hotter." 

"No...." 

Her scalp crawled as she watched him wave that burning match in front of her 
frightened eyes. Jack smiled more cruelly than before, a light chortle 
escaping from his lips as he dropped the match down to her right thigh. The 
girl tried pulling her leg away but Jack moved more quickly, sitting on her 
ankles, his body holding hers captive. 

"Try to knock it away and I'll burn your cunthairs-one at a time," he 
warned. 

Pam's head shook, perspiration dotting her forehead and leaking out from 
under her arms. She writhed against the legs holding her captive, a sob 
escaping from her tightly compressed lips. He was dropping that match to her 
skin, dragging it along the line of her now bulging tendon. Ohhhh, it was 
the torment of the damned! The hellish heat, the burning pain was something 
the young teen had never experienced before in her life. More whimpers 
escaped from between her lips as he drew the match closer to her pussy. Just 
when he was nearing the first lines of feather-soft pussy hairs, the flame 
neared his fingers. 

"Damn!" 

Jack flicked it out, then grabbed the match book once again and drew out 
another stick. Pam prayed silently, wanting to die. His body weight was 
crushing her ankles, while that horrible book of matches promised to ruin 
her for life, scar her forever! 

"Nooooo!" 

The second match flared, the blue flame dying quickly down to an orange-red 
color. Jack dropped the match to her flesh once more, moving it up the left 
inner thigh, watching as her legs trembled and her throat tightened. She 
curled her toes until they cramped, her ass muscles tightening. And then the 
burning match touched her pussyhairs, the blonde curls quickly turning 
black, singeing and curling back. The flame was eating its way quickly to 
her pussyslot. Strangely, more juice seeped from her cunt hole. It was as if 
her cunt were trying to put out the fire! 

"Yeah, that's it, bitch, juice it up. Really juice it up!" 

Pam felt her tears flowing as her breath went out with a tearing pain in her 
throat. It was as if her pussy were already on fire. The flame moved back, 
forward, then back again, the terrible heat curling into her cunt like a 
thin hot tongue, stimulating the trembling, pink membranes. 

Back again, it was back again, nearing her steadily stiffening clit. 

"Stop ... oh God, please, don't ... don't do this to me," Pam whispered, her 
heels digging into the soft, sagging mattress. 

Jack only smiled more broadly, moving the flame back down to her ankles, 
then up to her pussy, singeing more hairs. Pam snapped her head back, her 
mouth a tight scar, a pulse at her throat as she felt the intense heat curl 
into her throbbing pussy. The girl strained to be silent. But Jack obviously 
knew a woman's limits. Laughing softly, he dropped the burning match into 
her cuntal V, letting the flame touch briefly the slick, rounded head of her 
cut. It was more than Pam could stand. 

"Eaaaaaayyyaggghghhhh!" she shrieked. 

Never, never before had the teen felt anything so powerfully agonizing in 
her life. Her body stiffened, trembling mightily while her head snapped from 
side to side. Gulping in huge lungfuls of air to feed her twisting body, the 
young blonde shouted again and again, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. 
God oh God, why didn't he stop? Why was he doing this to her? Was this 
always the prelude to fucking? 

The flame was gone, put out by her flowing juices. Pam sagged with relief, 
letting her head fall to one shoulder while she turned away from Jack. 

"Good reflexes, baby," he said, slowly moving his hand away from her cunt. 

Jack almost looked a little disappointed that her wet cunt had doused the 
burning flame so quickly. Flinging the blackened piece of wood from his 
fingers, the big stud moved back, sliding off her feet. 

"Turn over, baby. We're gonna start on the hard stuff now." 

Pam bit her lower lip, her eyes rounding, her nostrils flaring as she obeyed 
quickly. Rolling over, the young teen felt her tits tugging sexily at her 
chest. He had her in this obscene doggie position, the same one her mother 
had been roped in the night before when he'd fucked her with the dildo and 
his cock! Pam felt the bed spring up as Jack slid from the mattress, 
rummaging around in the trunk to the left. Daring to peer over one shoulder, 
she saw him pulling out several strands of half-inch line, much like the 
rope that had bound her mother. Pam shivered again, almost able to feel the 
rough, hairy kiss of the line pressing against her flesh. 

"Yeah, baby, gotta rope this doggie before I get into her," Jack commented, 
examining the rope closely, then climbing back onto the bed. 

He stretched both hands around her, looping one twenty-inch strand of rope 
around both her wrists. Pam whimpered, watching with a combination of 
excitement and terror as the stud bound both her wrists in a double figure 
eight, stretching the free end of the line toward one of the wooden poles of 
the bed frame. Securing the rope with a slip knot, Jack moved back to the 
front edge of the mattress, pulling down his trousers, stepping from them 
carefully, his eyes always focused on Pam's exposed pussy. 

Shivering, the girl turned back around, staring at the cracked plaster wall 
in front of her. She should be ashamed, should be thoroughly humiliated by 
what was happening here. But all she could think of right now was that cock 
that had fucked her mother, that had made Wendy a babbling idiot. She wanted 
it too, wanted it bad and was willing to put up with all this for her first 
fuck from Jack. 

"Uhhhh...." 

What was that? Her thoughts were interrupted by a thin line of hard cold 
against the sole of her left foot. There it was again! Pam stiffened, her 
shoulders shuddering while her spine bowed up. Turning around and shaking 
the blonde hair from her eyes, she saw Jack kneeling there behind her, his 
cock stiff and thick and long, jutting out from his groin. He was doing 
something, holding something in his hands. Oh, there was the awful touch 
again, this time against her right ankle. It was metallic, whatever it was, 
Pam was certain of it. 

"What?" 

Pam gasped, her eyes bugging out as Jack pulled out a long, rust-colored 
marlin spike from behind her buttocks. 

"Was in the Navy, baby. Have a lotta these," he explained, balancing the 
hideous, dagger-like thing in his right hand. 

"Oh no...." 

"Can play all kinds of games with this mother. Wanna see some?" 

"No, no!" 

Was he going to stab her with that? The thought of that sharp spike going 
through her flesh made her scream, jerking back, twisting her wrists against 
the ropes. The bed frame clattered noisily against the wall. Again she 
thought of her mother fucking him, her body humping and twisting against 
Jack's. That was something else. But this ... this was nothing but pure, 
savage sadism! 

"Help! Oh God, someone out there, isn't anyone out there to help me?" Pam 
screamed, her head down, her arms stiff as the muscles tensed and bulged 
against her sweat-slicked flesh. 

"Christ!" 

Jack dropped the spike on the mattress, sliding off quickly and pulling out 
a pair of his cotton jockeys from the bureau. Pam was still screaming for 
help when he jammed the undergarment in her mouth, forcing it past her front 
teeth and down onto her molars, finally stuffing the red and white banned 
elastic waist band between her lips. Pam choked and coughed with that gag, 
her tongue nearly rolled back into her throat. She breathed with whistling, 
wheezing sounds through her nostrils as Jack hooked the gag to her mouth 
with several strips of black electrician's tape he also had in the drawer. 

"There, baby. Scream your fuckin' head off. Ain't no one gonna hear you 
now," he said with satisfaction, moving back to the foot of the bed and 
picking up the spike. Pam's ordeal had just begun. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Unfnnfnfffff!" 

The scream stuck in her throat. Pam jerked her head from left to right, more 
tears rolling down her cheeks as the cold sharp point slicked up and down 
the backs of her thighs. Jack was toying with her, teasing her with that 
spike, drawing it up to her pussy, then letting it slip back down to her 
ankles. Once he sliced a thin line across the back of her calf, making the 
girl shrink away from the sharp, cold pain. 

"Oooofffffff!" 

But there was little she could do. The ropes held her in that obscene, 
exposed doggie-fuck position. Then he drove the spike back up, up toward her 
cunt. The young girl cried out through the spit-soaked gag, fearing her 
sphincter muscles would fail from the rising excitement and terror. How her 
heart beat, how it made her pulse rush through her arteries! And he hadn't 
even really touched her yet! 

"Yeah, nice, real nice." 

Pam was shaking with complete terror. She didn't dare look back at Jack, 
afraid somehow that moving would make her pain that much more unbearable. 
Instead the young teen turned her head to the left and saw her reflection, 
hands bound in front of her, gag in her mouth, in a cracked dirty mirror. It 
leaned against the opposite wall, tilted back so Pam could see herself and 
Jack well in it. He had probably put it there purposely so his victims had a 
good view of their own degradation! 

She felt the warm, sticky mess rolling out of her cunt and dribbling down 
the backs of her thighs. She felt so vulnerable, so very, very ex posed. 
Glancing at the mirror, she could see Jack smacking his lips as he surveyed 
her firm, round swelling ass. Pam tensed her asscheeks, a movement that 
didn't go unnoticed by Jack. He reached out with his free hand, rubbing his 
fingers almost lovingly up and down her ass. 

"Nice, sweet ass, baby. Real nice. Gonna feel good slippin' my cock into 
that pussy. Then maybe I can take care of your shitter," he added, rubbing 
one finger over her asshole. 

Pam shuddered, shaking her head from side to side, moaning hotly through the 
cotton gag. No, no, she wasn't like her mother, she didn't want to have her 
asshole stuffed with a dildo, a cock! 

Pam wasn't given too much to ponder. Jack was shoving her knees forward a 
little, forcing her ass up into the air. A rush of guilt and shame hit her 
as she stared once more at the obscene reflection in the mirror. She was 
stark naked, stripped and bound like some kind of animal, her cunt dribbling 
juice. And behind her was this man, this complete stranger, stroking his 
cock, holding a rusty marlin spike in one hand. God only knows what he was 
going to do to her. And all she could do was moan through a gag, bob her ass 
up and down, and love the subtle rubbing sensation of her cuntlips as they 
rubbed against one another with that ass jerking movement. 

Gradually Pam became more and more aware of that hot, sticky crack between 
her thighs. Closing her eyes, Pam trembled, waiting for Jack to make his 
next move. He made it quickly. The tip of the spike slid down, across one 
asscheek, over the crack, then onto the other asscheek, the tip nearly 
piercing her flesh. 

Again and again Pam screamed through the gag, her flesh quivering at the 
horrible touch of that instrument. But Jack moved on, sliding the spike up 
toward her waist, then slowly, slowly down to the sensitive spot where her 
asscheeks met her thighs. 

Pam felt her belly muscles cramp hard and her knees slowly drifting 
together. The sheets gathered under her legs as she twisted and writhed 
under this torment. 

Jack slipped the spike down, increasing the pressure until the teen was sure 
he would pierce her flesh. He was going to stab her to death right here, 
drive that rusty dagger-thing through her body again and again in some kind 
of weird sexual frenzy! Pam sobbed through the jockey shorts, wondering what 
kind of madness had brought her here in the first place. 

"Uhhh ... ooohhhhhh!" 

But no, there was no stabbing. Instead, Jack moved the marlin spike back up 
as she felt the thing trace along the outer line of her cuntlips! Her pussy 
sucked in air, opening up in an uncontrollable spasm. The soft, moist 
vulnerability of the area made her heart pound hard. Biting her tongue Pam 
cried out again and again into the spit-soaked cotton, wishing she could run 
away from that horrible feeling making her cunt react so strangely. 

"You dig it, baby. I can tell that," Jack said in a husky voice. "You can't 
have enough of it. Your cunt's goin' nuts when I touch it. Just like your 
old lady. Can't get enough of this kinda crap." 

Wrong! He was wrong! She wasn't like her mother, like that woman who craved 
this ... this kind of horror. Was she? 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

A strong chill at the center of her pussy made the girl pitch forward, her 
forehead brushing over the wrinkled top sheet. He had that spike pressed 
lengthwise against her cunt, the cold rusty sides contrasting sharply with 
her warm, moist pussy labes. Pam's snatch clamped down on emptiness, the 
rusty surface of the spike roughing and sanding the slick surfaces of her 
cuntlips. 

Pleased with the reaction, Jack rocked the spike back and forth, pressing 
the tip hard against her clit hood. Again the young teen gasped, her 
nostrils flaring, her widened eyes glazing over. Never, never before had she 
felt such strange feelings rushing through her body. Even when she had 
watched her mother roped and fucked in that bizarre way Pam had not felt 
what she was feeling now. The cold, rusty pressure on her clit sent slivers 
of sensation blasting through her body. Her spine arched, making her cunt 
open eagerly to Jack's stare. 

"Yeah. You're a real slut ... just like your old lady. Two of a kind." 

No, no! He was wrong. Again she wanted to tell him that, wanted to scream to 
him that he had the wrong idea about her. She wasn't at all like.... 

"Uhhhfhhfhhffffff!" 

Oh, what was he doing to her-to her mind, to her body? Jack was rocking that 
spike back and forth, back and forth on her clit. And all the while he kept 
calling her vile, filthy names, telling her she was nothing but a whore, 
nothing but a useless slut whose only purpose in life was to service guys 
like him. 

"And when I get through with you, you ain't gonna wanna do nothin' else but 
bend down and get fucked like this, baby," Jack promised. 

No, no! He was out of his mind. No woman would willingly submit to something 
like this. And yet that repeated touch and the chill of the spike sent such 
delicious, strange streamers of lewdness rushing through the terrified girl. 
Was she going mad? Could it be that there was some kind of weird pleasure 
connected with this? Ropes were one thing, but this kind of threat? Were 
they one in the same? 

Pam felt a hotter, more intense lust radiating out from her crotch. She 
fought with herself, unsure of what was going on with her own mind and body. 
All she knew was that her pulse was racing, and that the heat between her 
white, shivering thighs was growing more intense, more concentrated. Opening 
her eyes and staring at the mirror again, she saw Jack stroking his long, 
thick cock with his free hand. Yes, oh God yes, it was as beautiful, as 
powerful as she remembered it had been when he had fucked her mother! And 
now he was going to fuck her! 

Pam grunted loudly, the tip of the spike stabbing at the folds of her clit. 
The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct 
touch. He knew what he was doing all right, knew how to push her to the 
threshold of sheer pain without pushing her over. He was dangling her over a 
pit of sheer wild sexual sensation-and pain was inseparable from the 
electric thrill of the direct touch. He knew what he was doing alright, knew 
how to push her to the threshold of sheer pain without pushing her over. He 
was dangling her over a pit of sheer wild sexual sensation ... and Pam was 
starting to love it! 

"Uhhhfhhffffff!" 

The young blonde teen was grunting faster now, feeling her cuntlips catch 
fire. The constant rushing of her juices down her thighs let her know just 
how aroused she actually was. She felt the rising heat of her sexuality on 
her cheeks, her tits, even spreading on her tightened belly. The fiery 
stinging in her cuntlips and the fear Jack would somehow still stab her with 
that marlin spike aroused her higher. How she hated herself for these 
feelings of excitement. And yet, she knew it was impossible to fight them 
off. 

"Go for it, bitch. Come on, show me what you're worth, baby. Go for it, go 
for it." 

He kept encouraging her to shame herself in front of him, to rut like a 
common slut. And how she reveled in that shameless thought! Jack was moving 
the tip of the spike down into her pussy and stabbing it in and out, in and 
out like a small, deadly cock. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit 
slackened off. But the terror of having her cunt carved up like a roast made 
a wet, sick, quivering kind of sensuality explode in her belly; 
Instinctively the girl shoved her ass back toward Jack, angling it up. He 
laughed, letting the tip of the spike slip around the rim of her cunt, then 
past the puckered ring of her asshole. 

With a sudden flash of shyness the girl wanted to hide her aroused pussy 
from Jack. The spasm in her asshole let her pussy slacken, the air in her 
overheated hole blowing out. She shot quick glances at the mirror. Jack was 
still stroking his long cock, oblivious to her noisy cunthole. 

"Uhhhhhhfff...." 

Pam knew she was shaming herself but there was nothing she could do about 
it. Just like her mother, the girl was trapped by her own body, a slave to 
the emotions rioting in her. She bobbed her asscheeks up and down, her body 
hungry for this stud. 

She felt the spike poking at her asshole, making her sphincter convulse and 
clamp down tight once more. She thought again of her mother bent over, 
Jack's cock in her pussy while that long pink dildo sawed and screwed in and 
out of her ass. One more time Jack stabbed that thing against her shitter 
lips. For an instant the girl thought of that spike stretching her bowels 
while his prick slipped into her slick pussy. 

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh, baby, you're hot and slick down there. You bein' this hot 
means you been wantin' a fuckin' for a long time," Jack said, pressing the 
spike at the rim of her asshole. 

Pam gasped with shock, the stabs forcing the rubbery ring of her ass inward, 
almost breaking the gray/pink skin. She felt some forbidden pleasure and for 
an instant the girl let herself imagine Jack fucking her in the ass. 

"Man, oh man...." 

Jack was panting now, still jacking at his cock. His fist moved faster and 
faster on that slippery cock shaft. He poked the tip of the spike into the 
swollen outer edges of her cuntlips, then moved it back against her ass. 
Looking into the mirror once again, Pam saw her body moving obscenely, 
twisting and writhing like that of a snake while Jack fisted his cock rod. 

"Fuckin' good, baby, fuckin' good," he moaned, working himself into a 
frenzy. 

Pam was riding high on her own lust as well, rolling her ass and hips from 
side to side, arching and shoving her ass back at him while tugging at the 
ropes. She could hear the ties groaning from the pressure she put on them, 
pulling back, scratching her broken fingernails against the hemp. How she 
wanted to embrace Jack, to hold him close, tight against her young body 
while he fucked her! 

"Huhrhhrhhrrrr!" 

Her asshole and cunt blazed with heat. Pam's nervous sweat trickled into her 
pussy, mixing with the flowing juices. She felt the oily, slippery mixture 
rolling down her thighs. Even in that faded, dusty mirror she could see her 
body glistening. Rivulets ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like 
traces on the sides of her dangling tits. 

"Bitch pig! You like watchin' it too? Now take a good look at the cock of a 
real man who's gonna fuck you blind!" Jack shouted. 

There was a moment's pause, then Pam felt the blind stabs of his cock 
against her pussy. The fat, meaty head of his cock slipped up under the 
crack between her cuntlips. 

Pam felt the salty drop of pre-cum oozing from his cunt slit set her body on 
fire. She thought of her cherry, of how she was going to lose it to this 
foul man. But then Jack's cockhead stabbed forward once more, making her 
roll her hips forward, then shove them back against his groin. He began 
slapping her with the flat of his left hand, still jacking his prick with 
the right. Again and again the fingers smacked dryly across her shivering 
ass, the resilient white flesh steadily reddening under the loud blows. Pam 
yelped at each smack, her body shuddering, the resultant hot, stinging 
sensations racing like electric sparks to the head of her clit. 

"Oooooofffffff!" 

He stopped, leaning forward and pressing his cockhead hard against her 
cuntal mouth. His cockhead was lodging in her cunthole and it felt as if his 
thrust would tear her pussy to pieces. Pam gasped, feeling the muscles 
stretching painfully around the fat head, trembling with excitement, trying 
to suck the big thing in. 

"Uhhhh ... come on, baby, come on and loosen up!" Jack groaned. 

Pam felt him moving one hand down to her pussy, his fingertips stroking 
along her cuntlips while his cockhead continued to batter her pussyhole. 

"Yeahhh, gotta loosen up or it's gonna tear you in half, baby. Come on ... 
uhhhh, that's it." 

Slowly the blonde teen felt her muscles softening, felt Jack's cockrod 
slipping into the velvety, seepy pit of her pussy. It was going in, actually 
going in! Pam let out gasp after gasp through the spitty gag, her head 
spinning around and around. How strange it was having a man's cock inside 
her! It was like being taken over completely, like being possessed by some 
foreign force! Jack leaned forward a little more, putting his hands on the 
young girl's hips. At times her muscles cramped, sending streamers of pain 
racing through her body. But Jack kept hitting her, shouting at her to take 
it all. 

"Come on, bitch, gobble it up. Take it hot up your pussy the way your old 
lady does, Jack taunted, hitting Pam again across the ass. 

"Uhhfhhfhfffff!" 

The long, thick cock slipped into her cunt channel like a set of greased 
fingers. The heavy flow of her cuntjuice made Pam's pussy slippery for the 
invading cock. Once his cockhead went into her dripping pussy Jack let go of 
her hips and shifted his grip forward to the high-riding tits scraping over 
the tousled sheets of the bed. It was just about then Pam felt Jack's 
cockhead hit her cherry like a ton of bricks. She let out a high-pitched 
squeal, yelping again and again while she shook her body violently. 

"What the? You're a fuckin' virgin, ain'tcha?" he said, his face screwing up 
in disbelief. "Man, oh man, with an old lady like that, I thought you'd be 
fuckin' your brains out by now!" 

Jack muttered out loud, pulling his cock a few inches out, dragging back her 
cuntal sheath. Pam trembled, wondering what he was going to do next. Her 
body was hungry for him. And yet, how terrified she was at having her cherry 
pierced by this horrible man! She waited there like a condemned prisoner as 
Jack gave several tentative hunches to his cockrod. 

"Ohhhhfffffff!" 

"Ain't fucked a fuckin' virgin for a long time, baby. But ... it's gotta be 
done. It's gonna be somethin' else feelin' that cherry pop!" 

Pam yanked and tugged frantically at the ropes still chafing her wrists, her 
nails flailing at the line, her muscles bulging and cramping against her 
sweaty flesh. Again the teen felt those rough fingers hooking around her hip 
bones, felt his knees jamming up against the backs of her legs as Jack 
crouched down like a dog. Her last moments of childhood innocence were on 
her. There was a moment's pause then that fat cock chugged forward 
relentlessly, the head steaming into her cunthole, sending out a fine spray 
of juice from her violated pussy. 

Pam started to scream. Then she felt the incredible pressure of Jack's cock 
against her cherry. There was a shock of incredible pain followed by a 
tearing, ripping sensation. Gone! It was gone! In the flick of an eyelash 
her cherry had been pulverized by Jack's rodding cock. Pam let out a wail of 
defeat and pain, her muscles going slack as her head sagged forward. 

"Ohhhhhh yeah, baby, yeah, was real good ... real good feelin' your cherry 
pop like that," Jack whispered, his hands crawling filthily all over her 
body. 

"Ufhfhfhhfhffffff!" 

Pam shuddered with revulsion and excitement, loathing and yet at the same 
time loving this animal who had ruined her. His hands were up around her 
tits again now, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, kneading them, 
flicking against her hard nipples. The resulting aching heat exploding in 
them telegraphed down into her tormented, filled cunt. 

"Fuck it out, baby! Man, it's gonna feel real good dumpin' a load down your 
pussy, real good." 

How she loathed Jack, hated and loved the prick that was sliding deeper and 
deeper into her cunt by the second. Then in a moment she felt something 
ticklish around her stretched pussylips. His cockhairs! Oh God, he was all 
the way in her! That thickly veined prickrod was all the way into her body, 
throbbing against her stretched, slick cuntal sheath, taking her completely 
over! Jack was sliding his hips from side to side, making his cock move 
around in her pussy while his fingers still pinched and rolled her nipples. 

At that moment Pam dimly realized she was actually enjoying the pain and the 
additional sting of the insults he hurled at her. Oh yes, yes, it was true. 
She knew any decent woman would have made him kill her. But instead she 
reveled in this lust. And, Pam was sure, there would be more. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Huhhhrhhrrrrr!" 

Pam hunched back against him even harder, the soreness from her ripped 
cherry having disappeared, evaporated under the glowing heat of her aroused 
cunt. The whole length of his thick cock was up in her cunthole now, 
stretching the lining up into her belly-or so it seemed. Pam felt the 
boulder-like head swirling around and around, driving in and out of her like 
a hammer. 

Again and again the girl whimpered into the gag, chewing down on the 
elastic, biting into the cotton of those jockeys while Jack continued to 
rape her viciously. 

"Nice ass, baby. Ain't had a good tight, hot ass like this for a while, 
although your old lady can throw a hard fuck, real hard fuck. The two of you 
oughtta get together some time," Jack said, pausing for a second and wiping 
the sweat off his forehead with the back of his right hand. "Yeah, that'd be 
real good-a mother-daughter act, you know, with me fuckin' you first, then 
droppin' it into your mother. That'd be real nice." He bent forward, lapping 
his tongue from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. 

Pam shivered, closing her eyes, imagining for a moment how something like 
that would be-her and her mother bound by this animal, stripped naked, 
shamelessly rutting in front of him while he fucked them alternately. 

"Oooooohhh!" 

Pam whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts, the rapid 
building of her lust. Pam once more tried to clamp her cunt muscles tight 
enough to stop his driving fuck. But the resulting pressure only incensed 
Jack further, his lust knowing no bounds. Letting out a deep groan, the big 
stud dropped his chin in the valley between her jutting shoulderblades, 
biting the back of her neck and tonguing her salty, sweaty flesh while 
fucking her with wild abandon. 

Pam grunted with each forward, fucking thrust. How she sobbed, the bruising 
fingers on her nipples making every ounce of her heavy tits ache with pain. 
She wished he would go easy and just cum. Yes, if he climaxed everything 
would be all right. Certainly Jack wouldn't want to keep her here after 
having 'unloaded,' as he put it. 

"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, move that ass ... thatta way, bitch," Jack said, 
smacking her ass again and again until Pam began prancing it in tight, 
frantic circles. 

"Uhfhhhffff!" 

He bit down harder on the back of her neck and Pam tugged violently at those 
horrid ropes. That constant swiveling of her ass continued now, her leg 
muscles cramping with the effort of bobbing around and around. Pam felt she 
needed that odd release now. There was no way she could escape it. 

"Man ... fuck it out, bitch, fuck ... uhhhhhhhh!" 

Jack's belly slapped loud and wet against the girl's firm ass. She felt 
those wiry hairs of his cockbush rubbing against her asshole, every scratchy 
curl seemed to find a matching nerve-ending to stimulate. The itching, 
burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove the girl mad. Pam 
shoved back against Jack's pounding cock like a crazy woman, her ass 
swiveling and bobbing while she made grunting, rutting sounds in her throat. 

Jack's fingernails clawed at the sensitive tips of her nipples. The girl 
sobbed more loudly as the pain intensified. No, no, she was going to make 
it, going to feel her pussy explode in a wild climax! It was going to be 
even greater than the one she had experienced the night before while 
watching her mother get her brains fucked out. The room began to drop away 
from her. Nothing mattered ... nothing but her cunt and that wonderful cock 
filling it, stretching it, gouging against her convulsing pussywalls. All 
the girl wanted now was to have those tight, itchy feelings deep in her 
pussy increase, to grow hotter and more intense until the pain and the 
swelling and the sexual tension swept over her. 

Pam rolled her head, her eyes glazing over. She clawed at the groaning 
ropes, driving her shoulders downward. The throbbing ache in her tits needed 
more stimulation, more pain-causing pressure. Moving back, she slipped the 
hard-tipped tits against Jack's clutching hands. He saw what was happening 
and smiled down at the frantic teen, twisting her nipples harder, pinching 
them flat between his forefingers and thumbs until he could make out the 
distinct squeaks of pleasure/pain through the girl's jockey gag. 

"Bitch! You come here actin' like you don't know what the fuck's goin' on in 
life, yet you throw that ass around like a first-class pro," Jack said, 
laughing as he shoved his greasy hunk of cockmeat into her again and again, 
his balls slapping against her pussy. 

Crazed with arousal, the young woman felt lusty bolts of lightning shooting 
from her cunt. Never had she believed someone as young as she could feel 
something this sexually powerful. But it was happening, the convulsions 
taking her breath away! Gasping and tossing her ass around in tighter and 
tighter circles, the frantic blonde teen knew she was going to cum in a few 
seconds. She was growling like an animal, low harsh noises escaping from her 
throat and slipping past the tight-fitting cotton gag. That whirling knot of 
lust in her crotch was about to explode. 

"Ooooooohhhh!" 

Pam tried to hold off just a little more. But the tremendous blast furnace 
of chilly heat in her pussy grew more and more. She heard the squishing of 
his cock in her pussy and felt the juices dribbling down the backs of her 
thighs. No, it was impossible to hold off any longer. Her muscles were 
growing hard, almost as hard as the cock rodding her cunt. The tension in 
her wet pussy was building more and more, making it clamp tighter. Pam 
ground her teeth against the wet jockey, feeling she had no energy for 
grunting or gasping now. All her being was focused on her pussy, 
pin-pointing around the pistoning cockrod hammering again and again against 
her pussywalls. 

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're tightenin' up on me ... and it's fuckin' good ... 
uhhhhh!" 

Pam felt his cock thickening in her pussy! The pounding beat of his 
cockthrusts slowed for an instant. Pam could feel his fingers dancing around 
her tits, his body shivering as if someone had touched him with an electric 
wire. Then he resumed his fucking with an even wilder beat, his grunts 
turning into the howls of the damned, his fingers brutalizing her nipples 
more painfully. Pam heard him crying out and she readied herself, twisting 
her wrists against the ropes, loving the additional pain that movement sent 
rushing through her body. 

"Yafggfhfhfhhfffff!" 

There was a furious, savage jab and his cock head plunged all the way down 
into her pussy. There was another yowl, then an explosion of cum firehosing 
against her pussy. Pam felt the gushing streamers of hot spunk spattering 
against her pussywalls, eating into the tight lining like acid. The woman 
gasped, blowing out a breath around the gag and feeling her pussywalls 
crashing down. 

"Yaggghfhfhffff!" 

Another spasm, this one more powerful, more painful, more delicious than the 
first! Her face whitened, her nostrils flaring while grunting sounds escaped 
around the elastic waistband of the brief gag. That massive fuck jolt 
shattered the young girl completely. Her sphincter went into spasms, 
wringing the cum-spewing prick tighter than before. Her hips swiveled 
uncontrollably while her shoulders shivered and thrust back and forth. Pam 
going to pieces right there in front of Jack, her body betraying her, 
revealing all the pent-up sexuality in the girl. 

"Bitch!" 

Jack shouted obscenities at her, biting down against the back of her neck 
once more, breaking the skin while a third blast of cum spattered deep in 
her pussy. No more, no more, Pam could take no more. The terrifying impact 
of her climax ripped outward from her cunt, radiating out to her nipples, 
her fingers, her toes. Her cunt and asshole seemed to be blazing with white 
fire. After each shivering pulse of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an 
echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next blast. Pam sobbed, 
knowing that the spurting gut-spraying cockshaft would collapse soon. There 
would be no more fucking, no more teasing. And then-and then what would 
happen to her? 

"Ohhh, baby, baby, good, good, good," Jack crooned, smoothing his fingers 
around her ass, caressing her while laying his tongue around her shoulders 
and nape of the neck. 

Pam groaned, her arms going limp against the restraining ropes. Her cunt had 
betrayed her. It as milking more and more cum from his balls, caressing his 
shooting cock. With a gasp of defeat, Pam sagged in her bonds, feeling the 
ebbing throbs of his prick against her sensitive pussywalls. 

"Man, oh man." 

Jack slumped heavily on top of her, his body shoving Pam's down to the bed. 
She sprawled on the dirty mattress, twisting her face away, smelling the 
stale aroma of beer on Jack's breath while he gave his cunt-embedded cock a 
few more hunches. Fucked, she had been fucked, her body torn in two by that 
prick while he'd beaten her, roped her, humiliated her. She should feel 
nothing but loathing for this man. Yet while he pressed the breath from her 
body with his muscular weight, why did she want more? Why, even now, did the 
girl want him to hold her longer, to abuse her more savagely than earlier? 

Jack reached around, tearing the black electrician's tape from her head and 
pulling the salty gag from between her lips. 

"God ... oh my God," Pam whimpered, licking her dry lips. 

Her cuntal muscles were still convulsing, still grasping at his softening 
prick. The young girl squeezed her thighs, feeling the subtle rub of his 
groin against her asshole and feeling his hands still pawing her tits, her 
nipples. Jack had possessed her completely, had broken her innocence, popped 
her cherry. And how she had loved every second of it! 

"A good, feisty slut like you needs more 'n this kinda fuckin.' You're 
better 'n your mother, know that, bitch? She holds back when I have at 'er 
... leastways, she was doin' that last time. But you gotta have it all, 
right?" 

Pam shook her head, lying through her teeth, denying what was the obvious. 

"Yeah, right." 

She felt his cockhead pulling out, the double flanges tugging at her cuntal 
sleeve. A mixture of cum and hot juice dribbled down her ass, wetting her 
thighs even more and making her wish Jack could somehow get hard again real 
fast and fuck her mindless. 

"Come on." 

He had pulled out of her completely, leaving her feeling so abandoned, so 
alone. Pam twisted her head from side to side, tugging her wrists gently at 
the ropes. In a moment Jack's fingers were unbinding the line fastening her 
wrists to the bed. Keeping her hands roped together, the big stud rolled off 
the mattress, pulling Pam behind him. 

"Up, baby, up!" 

Her feet shuffled over the matted, rotting carpeting, her head lowered, her 
eyes cast down. She could feel the warm cum still dribbling from between her 
swollen labes, slicking down her thighs and trickling to her ankles. She 
marched behind him, walking down the darkened corridor to the bathroom. 

"Inside," he said, stepping behind the girl and pushing her hard between the 
shoulders. 

"Uhhhh...." 

Pam stumbled over her own feet, careening into the cracked porcelain sink. 
Her belly pressed against the cold smooth surface, her hair splashing over 
her face. Looking up into the cracked mirror, she saw her pouting lips, her 
flushed cheeks, her eyes still partially glazed from the experience of 
having been fucked by this maniac. Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, Pam 
straightened, throwing her shoulders back, feeling gloriously sluttish in 
her nakedness as Jack stepped into the bathroom and rubbed his fingers over 
her upper arms. 

"Baby, you're gonna get me real hard again real soon," he whispered, 
dropping his head and sucking on her neck flesh. "But I'm gonna work us both 
up so we can really enjoy it." 

"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Pam gasped, her flesh crawling as 
his fingers moved down, down to her full, supple thighs. Peering in the 
cracked mirror, she could still see the froth oozing from her cuntslit. 

"Gotta clean you up first, right? I mean, can't be fuckin' a sloppy pussy. 
That ain't natural-like," Jack said, sliding his hands back up to her elbows 
and guiding the girl away from the sink. 

Pam whimpered, her soles aching with the cold from the dirty tiled bathroom 
floor. He was pushing her forward toward the large bathtub. How the teen 
wished he'd take the ropes off her wrists. They were starting to hurt now, 
her flesh throbbing with pain. Jack kept pushing her forward until her knees 
struck the porcelain surface. Peering down into the empty tub, Pam shivered. 
The surface hadn't been washed for a long time and a dark-brown ring 
encircled the dingy white surface. A thin trickle of cold water leaked 
steadily from the faucet. 

"In you go." 

Pam felt his hands slide up to a spot halfway between her shoulderblades and 
push forward. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

It was awful! The girl jerked her hands forward for balance, but it did 
little because of the line roping her wrists together. She felt herself 
losing her balance, toppling hand over foot into the tub. 

Pam struck the opposite tiled wall with her forehead, her knees, banging 
sharply against one edge of the tub. Twisting around, she landed hard on one 
side, bruising her left thigh while her feet continued to dangle awkwardly 
over the edge. Jack laughed, kicking her soles again and again until the 
girl drew them into the tub. Blue and yellow stars flashed wildly in her 
head as she tried to clear her mind. 

"You ... you don't ... oh please, don't do this to me," she sobbed, blinking 
away the tears rolling down her cheeks. 

Jack sneered down, scratching his cock and balls. No, he wasn't hard yet. He 
couldn't be, not after having cum that hard in her only moments ago. Then 
what was he going to do to her? Pam watched, cringing like a frightened 
kitten in the tub as he wheeled about and picked up a dirty, scratched 
plastic glass from the sink's edge. The sound of rushing water filled the 
room for a moment as Jack filled the glass, drank it, then refilled it. He 
repeated this several times, never taking his eyes off the terrified blonde 
teen. Finishing the fifth glass, Jack threw the tumbler into the sink, 
wiping his mouth with one hand. He swaggered over to her, his cock wagging 
from side to side, the head striking each hairy, thick-muscled hip. 

"Know what I'm gonna do to you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing, glittering 
with some unknown excitement. 

"N-no," Pam stammered, feeling chills of revulsion rippling up and down her 
spine. 

Jack was holding his cock in one hand now, the fingers gently caressing the 
dark-pink flesh, the head aimed directly at her face. No, he wasn't hard so 
he wasn't going to make her suck his cock as she had feared. Something else 
far worse was going to happen. Instinctively the girl drew back, her spine 
pressing against the cold porcelain, the flesh around her thighs tightening 
as her eyes focused on the cockhead. Then she saw a drop of something ooze 
out of that piss-slit. Dear God in heaven! He was going to piss on her! 

Jack smiled, seeing the truth dawning on the young woman. 

"Some women dig this. Don't know about you, but I'm sure havin' a ball," 
Jack said, bending his knees slightly and lowering his ass. 

Pam yammered for mercy, her bare feet breathing against the sides of the 
tub, her tits jiggling as she saw another drop, then another, then another 
ooze up to his piss-slit. They were dropping onto the cold white porcelain, 
leaving a faint yellow trail on the surface. Pam gasped, her eyes rounding 
more as the droplets became more and more frequent. 

"Oh no!" 

Jack smiled more broadly, his fingers encircling the neck of his prick. A 
yellow stream began to seep out, splattering against the edge of the tub, 
sending a fine spray into the girl's face. Pam winced as if she had been 
touched with a hot poker, shrinking back, frantically searching for some way 
out, some path of escape. The stream grew stronger, moving out from the edge 
of the tub and finally splattering on her belly. 

"Ughghghhhh!" 

She felt her stomach muscles tighten as the bile rose sour in her throat. 
Gasping, the girl sucked in another deep breath as the stream moved up and 
down, coating her body with the warm, oily urine. 

"Ohhhh, yeahh, baby, baby, good seein' you as the bottom of my personal 
toilet. 'Cause that's what you are, know that? No decent bitch'd go out to 
some guy's apartment and show off her pussy like you just did." 

"No, oh no!" 

The piss spilled over the mound of Pam's belly, filling her navel and 
spilling over onto her cunt. She felt the vile piss slicking down her 
pussyhairs and greasing down her thighs, rolling past her ankles to the 
drain where it gurgled through the small holes to the pipes below. 

Pam shivered, her eyelids blinking while she wiggled her hips, instinctively 
trying to shake free of the hot droplets stinging her. 

"Yeah baby, move that ass. Move it the way you did when I fucked you." 

The stream stopped. Pam let out a low moan. It was over for now, but more 
would follow, of that she was certain. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Pam shut her eyes, biting her lower lip hard until she thought the thin skin 
would break. She had to keep from crying out with rage and disgust. Jack had 
taken several more drinks of water loading up as it were, then starting to 
piss on her all over again. The thin, hot yellow spray stung her nipples, 
moving up to her throat, then back down to her pussy where it concentrated 
on her clit. 

Again Pam tried folding one leg over the other, trying to protect her pussy. 
But nothing seemed to work. Time and time again Jack found her cunt with his 
piss, filling her pussy with that foul urine, then moving the stream back up 
to her chin. 

At that point Pam couldn't stand it any longer. Jerking up her hands, she 
covered her mouth with her fingers just as the piss splattered against her 
knuckles. Some sprayed into her eyes, her hair. She could feel the bile 
rising once more. With a sharp cry the girl scooted around, turning over 
until her tits and knees were pressing against the cold piss-slicked 
porcelain surface of the bath tub. 

"What's the matter, baby! Don't you like havin' your body pissed on?" 

Jack's sharp, sick laughter echoed in the small room. And then there was the 
sound of that faucet, that horrid faucet, followed by the gulping sounds of 
Jack drinking down glass after glass of water. He was refilling and the 
sounds of his smacking lips filled her with rage and disgust. 

The tumbler clattered around in the sink once more. Oh God, it was going to 
start all over again. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

He was pissing on her ass now, directing the stream in and out of her 
asscrack, laughing each time her asscheeks puckered up with goose-flesh and 
trembled at the touch of the hot, stinging spray. Then he moved the urine 
spray up along her spine, wetting down the bumps and hollows, soaking her 
hair with the foul, yellow liquid. 

More than once Pam thought she was going to die of shame and rage as the 
urine slicked her body again and again. At last the stream stopped as it had 
before, the last few droplets striking the back of her neck. Pam shook her 
head, pressing her fingertips against her forehead. 

How could this be happening to her? She had been a good girl up to now, her 
mother's darling. And now there she was, bound at the wrists, flung into 
this filthy tub while a man pissed on her, using her as his private toilet. 

Oh God, the thought of what had just happened to her nearly made the girl 
faint with horror and excitement! 

"Uhhhhhhh...." 

"Turn around, baby, turn around or I'm gonna kick you around!" 

Pam let out a shuddering sigh of defeat. What else could she do? Folding one 
leg over the other, the girl rolled back onto her ass, shivering as she felt 
her flesh sliding over the piss coating the porcelain surface. Jack was 
drinking more water again, covering his mouth as he let out a watery belch. 

"On your knees, baby. Come on, you can move faster. I saw that fuckin' ass 
whippin' around when I was reamin' out your cunt back there," Jack said, 
jerking his head in. the direction of the bedroom. 

Pam did as she was told, hauling her young body up until the fronts of her 
thighs were pressing against the tub's side. 

"Now, open your mouth." 

"Wh ... what?" 

"You heard me, baby, open that fuckin' mouth or I'll kick it open," he 
threatened, drawing back and curling one leg up. 

Pam wasn't sure if he was bluffing or not. But the girl wasn't about to take 
that chance. Swallowing down a lump of fear and revulsion, the young blonde 
teen did as she was ordered once more. She closed her eyes and took deep, 
breast-heaving breaths. With each breath her tits lifted and jostled 
together gently, something that wasn't lost on Jack's rising excitement. 

How much time had passed since her cherry had been ripped from her? Minutes? 
Hours? This ordeal in the bathroom seemed to transcend time. All the girl 
knew at this point was that her nipples were starting to feel sensitive 
again, sore, and her clit twinged. God, could all this vile posturing be 
exciting her? Could the fact that she was bound like this, being pissed on, 
wallowing in the filth and stink of an open sewer was turning her on? 

"No," Pam said, shaking her head, trying to drive that awful thought from 
her mind. 

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah. It's happenin'," Jack said as if guessing her 
thoughts. "And it's gonna keep on happenin' as long as you want it." 

"Don't want it," Pam said, unsure of what was going on in her mind and body. 

"Yeah, right. Sure you don't." 

Jack was holding his cock once more, the fingers stroking the purple, silky 
head. Oh God, he was starting to get hard all over again! Pam's eyes took in 
the dark-blue veins beginning to push out from the steely inner core. She 
saw the balls tightening, rising up against his crotch while the black bush 
of cockhairs seemed to bristle with electric excitement. Jack's fingers were 
starting to tremble slightly with his rising arousal while his knees pressed 
anxiously against the edge of the tub. 

The room seemed to grow smaller, a thickening of the air apparent to the 
young, trembling girl. Pam moved her fingers down between her thighs, slowly 
sliding the tips up and down along the swelling edges of her cunt lips. The 
sliding of her fingers eased by the piss made her tremble all over, her 
flesh puckering up into goose while her toes curled back until they cramped. 
What on earth was happening to her? What on earth was going on, turning her 
into some kind of filthy, rutting slut? 

The golden stream began again, striking her thighs, then moving quickly up 
her belly to the base of her throat. He was directing the thick main part of 
the stream along her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes. Pam's 
nostrils flared as she considered drowning in his piss. How the stink 
spread, making her feel so sick, so vile! The terrible warm stream cascaded 
along her belly, her thighs, then back up to her face once more, slicking 
down the hair near her forehead and ears. Pam felt herself wallowing in 
piss, her body bathed in the awful, yellow stuff while Jack watched and 
laughed. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah, swim in the shit. You're somethin' else, diggin' this, 
wantin' to be pissed on. I don't think your old lady'd dig it." 

Did he see her? Did he know she was playing with herself, rubbing her 
fingers along her pussy, stroking her clit while he pissed on her? For Pam 
was sliding her right forefinger in and out of her cunt, feeling the muscles 
tightening around the stabbing digit. Again the ropes chafing her wrists 
added some spice somehow to the ordeal. As the piss coated her, making her 
pussy convulse again, the ropes reminded Pam again and again of just how 
helpless she was. And that reminder was a further source of excitement for 
her. 

"Closer, baby, come on, get closer to me," Jack said. 

Like a moth drawn to a flame Pam obeyed, raising herself slightly, still 
keeping her mouth opened wide, her eyes unblinking. The piss splattered in 
her mouth again, coating her white teeth. She choked, swallowed, choked and 
coughed some more. A strange fire was washing up and down her belly, burning 
into her cunt. Over all she could hear Jack's uneven breathing, the gurgling 
sound of the piss trickling into the pipes below. She whipped her hips, 
throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. 

Shivering, Pam had her eyes screwed tightly shut while her hands cupped her 
convulsing pussy. It was so strange, so horribly strange having these kinds 
of feelings under these circumstances! Her knees kept banging against the 
side of the tub while her tits danced and slapped loudly, wetly together. 
Jack was still making obscene comments about her body and about what he was 
still going to do to her. Sliding her fingers into her pussy, the young girl 
began flailing her clit with her thumbnail while the urine splashed in and 
out of her mouth like some kind of obscene fountain! 

"I'll take care of that for you, baby. No sense in you doin' that all 
alone." 

Jack was in the tub in an instant, his urine splashing over her belly, her 
face, her feet. She felt something touching her cunt. It was his right foot! 
Breathing hard, his neck muscles taut, quivering, Jack slipped his right toe 
into her pussy, moving it up, touching her clit with the jagged nail. 

'llghfhhfhfh ... yaggghhghhh!" The obscenity of it, the unreality of it made 
the girl cum like crazy. She pitched forward, striking her nose and forehead 
against Jack's right knee, her cunt throbbing like an open festering wound. 
Again and again the chilly heat flashed through her pussy, making Pam gasp 
for more breath. It was so good, sooooo very, very good having these 
sensations burning through her body. 

"Uhhhhhhhh...." 

And then it was over. Falling back and striking her skull against the floor 
of the piss slicked tub, Pam lay lifeless, staring up at the big man who was 
still holding his hard cock between his fingers. 

"A real mess," he commented, his smile fading as he stepped from the tub. 
"Gotta clean you up." 

There were more sounds, squeaking ones. And then an icy spray hit her, 
making Pam jerk back to life. Jack was directing the pelting shower spray 
directly on her face, her mouth, her thighs, her cunt. 

Pam screamed, her flesh tightening against her bones, her skin turning a 
light-blue as the water washed her of Jack's piss. In a moment Pam felt her 
body growing numb against the merciless onslaught of the cold water. 

"There you go, baby," Jack commented, turning off the water and pushing back 
the soaked hair from her face. 

"You ... you've done so much to me. Please, just lemme go now ... 
please...." 

"In a while, bitch. Got one more thing to go through with you. I'm hard now, 
baby, and I ain't gonna get soft by jackin' off into some toilet thinkin' 
about how soft and warm your cunt is. I gotta feel that thing one more time, 
bitch, one more time." 

His hands were gripping hers, hauling her limp body up from the tub. Pam 
felt like a drained sack, the feeling having been kicked and trampled out of 
her by this maniac. She fell over the edge of the bath tub and sprawled on 
the tiled floor, her flesh squeaking against the surface. Jack muttered some 
curses, sliding his hands under her arms and dragging her down the hall, 
back to his awful, hideous bedroom. Turning her head weakly to the right, 
Pam saw the mattress where her rape had taken place. There was a light-pink 
stain to the right of the dirty sheets, the only indication that she had 
lost her cherry that day. Pam shuddered at the sight. 

"Uhhhh...." 

He flung her back onto the mattress, knocking her hands away from her tits 
that lay big and round on her rising and falling chest. 

"Nice, nice, like always, nice," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over her 
cleaned body, her face, her thighs. 

Moving away from Pam for a moment, Jack reached into that awful bureau 
drawer, pulling out an assortment of articles that looked some thing like 
earrings, but they were too big. Besides, why would he want her to wear 
earrings at a time like this? 

"Here we go, baby." 

Jack lay the various objects in a semi-circle on the mattress next to her 
right thigh, picking up the largest of the U-shaped things and tugging her 
thighs apart. Pam closed her eyes, sure she didn't want to see what was 
about to happen to her. She felt his fingers busying around her pussylips, 
just the touch of them against her very sensitive cunt making her body 
shiver. She had just cum in the tub and every inch of her cuntal area 
twitched and tingled at the lightest touch. And now he was screwing 
something very tight and very cold to her pussymeat! Jerking her head up, 
Pam peered over her firm-nippled tits and saw Jack screwing one of those 
awful things to her cunt lip! 

"Oh God!" 

"Picked this up at the Pleasure Chest over on Santa Monica Boulevard," he 
muttered, giving the clamp a tentative tug and watching Pam's face slacken 
and turn white at the resulting tension. He smiled. 

Pam dropped her head back onto the crushed, dirty pillow, gritting her teeth 
and fighting back the pain shooting through her cunt. She rubbed the backs 
of her legs against the mattress, feeling the cold penetrating the very 
being of her soul. Jack was screwing that thing tighter and tighter, 
trapping her right pussylabe in the screw, pulling it against her right 
thigh, enjoying Pam's discomfort. 

"Yeah, that's it," Jack said, smiling as Pam's face whitened as he tugged 
the screwed lip hard with one hand. 

His prick was hard ... stone-hard, the blue veins throbbing against the 
flesh flow as they had earlier when he had fucked her for the first time. 
Then there was another screw, just as cold and hard as the first. Pam 
shuddered, letting out a hissing breath through her front teeth as Jack 
screwed that horrible thing into her opposite cuntlips, tugging her pussy 
open wide. 

"Mmmmmmm...." 

He slid down, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, his 
face dropping down into her pussy. The clamps had opened the girl wide and 
Jack had no trouble sticking his tongue deep into her pussy, sopping up the 
juices flowing from her cunt, moaning into her pussy and drawing echoing 
moans from the helpless young teen. 

"Ohhhh, you don't know ... oh God, don't ... don't...." 

Pam couldn't speak, couldn't think as that wonderful tongue scoured her 
pussy again and again. She felt the tip barely touching the rubbery, tense 
rim of her pussy, then dip down into the depths of her cunt. And all the 
while Jack was groaning into her cunt, sucking hard, his cheeks caving in as 
he drank in more and more of the hot, flowing pussy juice. 

Pam dug her fingernails into her thighs, curling her back and pushing her 
head into the pillow, wondering when all this would stop-and hoping it never 
would! 

"Gonna really dress you up, baby." 

Pulling back, Jack began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them 
on the same way. The pain was even more acute as he screwed the rings on 
very tight, compressing her nipples until she thought they would pinch off. 
Again Pam clenched her teeth, screaming softly. 

"Uhhhfhhfff." 

Next Jack slipped off the mattress, drawing the girl's wrists back to the 
right rear wooden pole he had roped her to earlier. Drawing her arms high 
over her head, Jack took another piece of line from the trunk and secured 
her wrists firmly to the pole. Moving quickly, he took some cord and 
stretched it around her right ankle, securing it with a double slip knot, 
then bending her leg back until her sole was pressing up against her 
buttocks. Pam groaned, her knees hurting from the tension. 

"Noooo...." 

Drawing the line out from her asscheeks, Jack pulled back until the free end 
was where her wrists had been attached. Securing the cord to that bedpole, 
Jack took another piece of cord and repeated the procedure with her left 
leg, bending it until the sole was pressed against her ass then attaching it 
to the opposite bedpole. In a moment the girl had her arms stretched high 
over her head and secured as well, her thighs opened with her legs doubled 
back under her body. Never before had Pam felt so opened, so vulnerable 

"Now," he said, rubbing his fingers over her pussy and feeling the muscles 
convulse under his touch. "Now we start to have some real fun." 

"No, no, oh no, please, I can't take any more of this," she cried, 
exhaustion disappearing and being replaced by that weird combination of 
terror and excitement. 

Jack knew better, climbing onto the bed and thumbing her screwed nipples, 
sucking them, biting them, increasing the pain shooting through them. When 
Pam screamed out in agony, he threw his naked body on top of her, his mouth 
hungrily searching for hers. He pressed his lips hard against Pam's, chewing 
on her lips, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth while shoving his cock 
up and down the length of her pussy. 

"Noooffffff!" 

"Haven't had enough yet, eh baby?" 

Pulling himself up, he brought the flat of his right hand against her cheek, 
backhanding her, then slapping her once more, her head snapping from side to 
side from the force of those blows. Pam felt the heat of his slaps but there 
was no longer pain connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat 
flaming through her. In her belly the fires of hell that had tormented her 
were turning into some thing quite different, something that made her cum 
with wild vengeance. 

"Wanna be fucked like an animal, huh? Just like your old lady. Okay, that's 
the way it's gonna be." 

Pam squirmed and strained under his pinching, punching hands as he shoved 
his tongue into her mouth once more. At the same time he gripped her long 
silky hair, tugging and yanking painfully at it with one hand while sliding 
his other beneath her, squeezing her beaten asscheeks hard. The pressure of 
his fingers against her rounded ass only inflamed her lust. She was getting 
hotter and hotter again. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe she was nothing more 
than a rutting animal, anxious to be fucked into oblivion. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." 

Pam tasted his spit oozing down her throat. It was lovely, as lovely as it 
was horrible! And how the pressure of those screws on her cunt lips and 
nipples made her flush with excitement. Yes, yes, it was wonderful more 
wonderful than she could have imagined. And it was all happening to her at 
once! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jack's mouth was all over her face, tonguing her, kissing her, while his 
cock jabbed steadily against her slick cunt. Hate and lust filled the girl's 
mind. She hated and loathed this man who had raped her, who had ripped away 
her cherry, then beaten and pissed on her. And yet the way he was touching 
her, the way he was playing with her body made her want him more than she 
had wanted anything before in her life. She wanted this cruel animal on top 
of her, fucking her, filling her up, exciting her body. 

Pam's large, hard-tipped tits heaved up and down as his fingers tugged on 
her nipples. She bit at him, to have him slap her once more. Her ass thumped 
crazily on the mattress, her ankles straining to be free, tugging at the 
cutting cords and ropes that held them against her thighs. Even the pain of 
those restraints against her wrists and ankles added to the perverse delight 
scorching her veins until they smoldered with desire. 

"Ughghhfhfhfff!" 

"Fucked, baby. Keep thinkin' about it. Keep thinkin' about me drivin' my 
cockrod into your cunt all over again. Only this time there ain't gonna be 
no cherry to stop me. I'm gonna go down all the way, fuck you all the way in 
until you split wide open." 

"I hate you," she snapped. "I hate you for what you've done to me. I'll 
never forget what you've done to me, never!" 

Jack threw back his head and laughed, pinching her nipples all the more 
cruelly while humping his cockhead against her cunt. Pam shivered. 

"I don't give a fuck," he said. "I ain't out to marry you, bitch, I'm just 
out to fuck the shit outta that pussy. If you like it, all the better." He 
shrugged lightly. "And if you don't, I don't really give a flyin' fuck, 
baby, not a flyin' fuck!" 

He stopped for another moment, smiling strangely at her, then sliding up 
until he was straddling her chest. She felt his balls resting against her 
tits while the weight of his body began making it somewhat difficult for her 
to breathe easily. 

"Suck it. Come on, get it good and wet for me. Get my prick good and wet for 
your pussy, baby," Jack said, sliding one hand behind her skull. 

"No, no!" Pam cried, twisting her head this way and that, closing her eyes, 
clenching her teeth as she tried pulling away. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered once more, his voice heavy with menace, his 
fingers tightening around several stands of hair. 

Pam looked at the cock trembling over her nose, her eyes nearly crossing to 
take in the long, thick, cum-heavy thing. She could smell the arousal of his 
crotch, smell the heavy sweat rolling down his belly. The odor of a man in 
heat triggered something in her. But still the girl refused, shaking her 
head from side to side, clenching her teeth more tightly against one 
another. 

"Ughhh!" Pam shouted as he tore more strands from her skull. 

Staring at that horrid, big cock up close, it seemed so immense, so huge, 
larger than the last time she had seen it. And each time it pulsed, more of 
the opaque liquid oozed from the head. It wasn't piss this time, Pam knew. 
It was cum, hot, white cum, the spunk that had filled her before he had 
dragged her off to the bathroom and done these hideous thing to her body! 

"Suck it, baby, come on suck it." 

Pam opened her mouth to protest and that was all Jack needed. Tightening his 
grip around her hair, he shoved her head up, leaning forward, his cock 
pressing up against her upper lip. Pam groaned, trying again to jerk her 
head away, but the gripping fingers blocked her face. 

Jack had slipped his legs forward, his knees pressing against either side of 
her skull. She was surrounded by cockmeat, by his balls, by his legs. There 
was nowhere she could move her head to hide her mouth. Slowly she felt the 
hot, red, slick cockhead press harder against her lips. Giving up 
completely, the young woman opened her mouth, letting that hard cock slide 
over the tip of her tongue and press up against the sides of her cheeks. 

"Ohhhhh yeahhh ... ain't nothin' like havin' a woman's mouth around your 
cock. Almost beats fuckin' em," Jack moaned, closing his eyes and letting 
his head fall back while his fingers caressed the sides of her face. 

Pam groaned, feeling lightning shoot through her. Jack had reached back. He 
was touching her clit now, pulling her clit, then pressing it down against 
the surrounding flesh. While she sucked in more of the cockrod, Jack was 
toying with her, exciting her pussy more and more. The pain/pleasure of 
having her clit twisted and thumbed added a new dimension of delight and 
thrills to Pam's quivering body. Somehow the original idea of retching 
before she would take the man's cock into her mouth had disappeared. 

Pam sighed happily, filling more and more of her mouth with that hot, thick 
thing, feeling the cum oozing from her cuntslit, tasting the salty, bleachy 
flavor of the spunk coating her tongue, cheeks and throat. 

"Uhhhhh, that's it, baby, move your tongue around it ... ughhhhh, like that. 
Ohhhh fuckin' Jesus yeahhh, move it around and suck hard. Yeahhhh, you know 
what the fuck you're doin', bitch. You ain't no beginner, baby." 

Jack stuffed more of his cock into her mouth, leaning so hard against her 
his crotch covered her nostrils. Pam groaned, jerking her head around and 
sucking in air as best she could while he pounded his cockhead against the 
back of her throat. 

"Uuufuuffff!" 

Jack pulled out suddenly, wiping his cockhead against her face, pressing the 
hot, spongy meat against her eyelids and then wiping the head over her lips. 

"Man, I couldn't take it, baby. I was gonna pop off right in your mouth. 
Maybe later I'll make you deep-throat it, but right now I wanna shoot off in 
your cunt." 

The girl felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms, smoothing his thumbs 
once more over her cheeks. 

"Yeah, yeah," Jack shouted, slapping her face with his hands, rhythmically 
hitting her cheeks hard, making them burn and turn a bright red. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

Pam cried out with each tooth-rattling blow, her eyes still fixed to Jack's, 
her cunt still burning, still throbbing with the memory of his prick 
chugging through, burning her clit to a cinder while tearing through her 
shattered cherry. Oh, how she wanted every last inch of his cock crammed all 
the way into her. The rubbing movement would drive her mad with ecstasy, she 
knew it. 

"Now, baby, now. You want it? You want it real bad? You want it stuffed up 
your cunt?" 

"Yes! Oh God, God in heaven, yes!" she cried, throwing all semblance of 
morality out the window. 

"Then take it!" 

With one single thrust Jack sank his throbbing, aching cock into her cunt. 
Pam arched her back, feeling her bones rattling from the force of that 
mighty fucking thrust. Her cunt was still tight in spite of her arousal and 
all the juice slicking down the walls. How good it was to feel his cock 
squeezing through her, sex-meat against sex-meat, her clit rubbed up to a 
burning heat while Jack held her shoulders down with his big hands. And all 
the while those ropes made her muscles ache and cramp. She was tight, very, 
very tight, and yet his cock was sinking into her pussy like a branding iron 
through a tub of butter. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

"Yeah, baby, yeah, good, hard fuckin.' Good cockmeat comin' in." 

Jack was gasping and moaning himself, shoving down hard, then pulling out, 
the vacuum created by his withdrawal making the girl scream out with more 
delight than before. Even with her labes tugged wide apart with those screws 
she was tight-so tight and hot. 

Pam's sore, whipped ass rubbed up against his hands. He was touching her all 
over, fucking her and touching her, telling her how good and hot she was 
while his cock rodded her pussy faster and faster. 

"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" 

The ropes twisted and groaned, the mattress squeaking as Pam went wild. She 
bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and lust, sounding as if she were 
drowning. Harder, faster, longer. His strokes were driving her insane all 
over again. He kept on lancing his cockmeat in again and again, setting up a 
beat she soon picked up. In and out he stabbed, his balls tight, ready to 
pump out the hot spunk. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Pam felt his fingers pinching her ass harder, bruising the flesh while his 
strokes nearly knocked the wind from her. His hard cock drove deeper and 
deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking pussyhole. Nothing mattered, 
nothing existed except her cunt, his body, his hands mauling her ass. 

"Fuck." 

Soon, it was going to happen very, very soon. Pam couldn't keep down the 
explosion about to blow through every part of her body. She felt her pussy 
clenching, tightening like an overwound spring while Jack kept on fucking 
her hard. She thrilled to the building pressure as he screwed his throbbing, 
blood-bloated cock into her pussyhole. The squishing, squeaking sounds of 
his cock rushing through Pam's cunt sounded like wonderful music to her 
ears. Pam let out another groan, her moans turning into screams as the 
tension pin pointed to a fiery climax in her pussy. 

"Goin' for it, eh baby? Gonna feel it comin' through you too. I can feel it 
already. Ughhhh ... man, you're gonna blow it out, really...." 

Jack couldn't talk any longer. His speech degenerated into moans of delight. 
Pam had fallen to pieces moments before. She was totally fucked, filled by 
the big man's cock. Her body twisted as best it could under the restraining 
ropes and clamps. Jack lunged forward, hard, after pausing for a second, his 
hips grinding painfully against hers. Pam struggled, his cockmeat pounding 
her into nothingness 

"Cum ... cummmmmm," the girl hissed through her teeth. 

"Do it, bitch!" 

She let out a long, high-pitched scream, her voice shrilling through the 
bedroom as the power of her orgasm spiked through her body. It was more 
powerful than the last few times if that were possible. Perhaps she was 
getting better at it as her experience increased, Pam didn't know. All she 
knew was that she was trapped in a mad dance of climax, her ass slamming up 
and down against the mattress while her pussymuscles clenched down tight on 
the cum-spewing cockmeat. She could feel that lovely sensation again, the 
feeling of his cum blasting against her pussywalls, filling her up to the 
hilt with that wonderful warm, rich cream! 

"Hhhhhrhrhhrrrr ... eagygyghhghh!" 

The pain, the restraint, everything made her climax more intense. Jack 
bellowed, thrusting his body harder into hers when he realized she was 
cumming with a wildfire fury. Pam lost herself in this mad orgasm, her hips 
bruising, her tits jiggling, pillowed against Jack's massive chest while her 
pussy exploded painfully, pleasurably again and again under the lava-like 
attack of his cum. 

Still heaving and gasping, Pam saw whirling stars explode in her head, 
bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook her again and 
again as the two of them bucked wildly, frantically. Little by little the 
throbbing eased, Jack's groans turning into heavy breathing. Pam sagged in 
her bonds, her flesh becoming very aware once more of the painful restraint 
of the biting cords. 

"Animal ... animal," she breathed, turning her face away from him. 

"Can't be all that bad, baby. Fuck, if I had the time and energy, bet I 
could make you cum three more times today, not to say what the fuck you'd do 
tonight, once you had a little rest." 

"No ... oh no, you can't," Pam moaned, looking up at the line still binding 
her wrists to the pole above her. 

"Right. Got some shit comin' down tonight anyway. But I know where I can 
reach you." 

He moved around the bed slowly, untying the ropes, smoothing his fingers 
over the chafed areas and putting away the clamps and rings he had used with 
such positive results on the young blonde teen. When he was through, Jack 
pulled the exhausted girl from his bed. 

"Come on, baby, up, come on. You gotta get goin'. Get on back home, baby." 

Pam moved like a zombie, holding her head and drawing her halter top over 
her tits and fastening the garment tightly behind her. Next came her 
juice-dampened panties, then her short skirt-the one her mother had been so 
worried about as she left the house. Tears of shame filled her mind now as 
she zipped up the skirt and turned to leave. What would her mother say if 
she knew? 

"Okay, baby, out. You been real nice and good, but now I gotta let you go." 

Pam shuffled to the front door, her mind awhirl, her body still on fire from 
Jack's heavy touch. She saw the outdoors and hesitated, turning and staring 
back at the big, bare-chested stud. How much time had passed? The girl had 
no idea. But after all this Pam still wanted to stay here, wanted to have 
Jack do those wonderful things to her once more, to fuck her, tie her up. 

"I...." 

But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Thoughts of the horrible things 
she'd done-at least horrible in the eyes of the world-stopped her. Pam 
turned back once more and walked through the door, feeling the cool air 
brush up against her face, reviving her. The slamming of the door behind her 
brought the girl back to reality. Her mother had been roped and raped by 
this beast and now she too had let Jack perform his twisted acts on her. And 
how she had loved it. 

Walking back toward her house, Pam hugged her upper arms, thinking of the 
pleasure she had seen on Jack's face each time he saw the agony he caused 
her. Pam knew he had gloried in her humiliation, the pain having actually 
added a forbidden spice to her own climax. Oh, thank God her mother's car 
was gone! Wendy wouldn't see her daughter stumbling in, her eyes glazed, her 
mind obviously elsewhere. Pam wasn't sure she could keep up a lie-at least 
right now. 

Rushing quickly indoors Pam hurried through the living room, her knees 
striking the edge of the sofa on her way to the bedroom. Taking the steps 
two at a time, the girl reached the top in seconds, her pulse racing, her 
heart beating a mile a minute. Her tits jiggled teasingly in her halter as 
she rushed down the darkening hall. For a moment Pam hesitated at the 
bathroom, her eyes peering in at the immaculate white tiled floor, the large 
modern tub, the built-in cabinets glistening with porcelain and steel. How 
different it all was from the bathroom Jack had flung her into, knocking her 
against the tub, and then-and then pissing on her as if she were a urinal! 

"God!" 

What he had done to her in the bathroom was the one thing Pam had difficulty 
accepting. Her body revolted at the thought of feeling his urine spraying on 
her flesh, filling her mouth and nose. The young girl hunched down, rushing 
into her room and slamming the door shut. She moved forward, throwing 
herself face-down on the bed and burying her face in the pillow. How her 
cunt burned now-burned and ached and throbbed as if Jack were still there, 
ready to fuck her, ready to satisfy her animal cravings. 

And what about her mother? Wasn't she one of Jack's women too? Hadn't he 
fucked her? And wouldn't he put her through the same paces again? A stab of 
jealousy made Pam moan, squirming against the bed. Jealous of her own 
mother! Pam let out a sharp, bitter laugh, wiping a lone tear from under one 
eye. Closing her eyes, the girl fell quickly to sleep, her mind whirling 
about in a sea of sexual imagery. 

* * * * * 

The next few days were difficult for mother and daughter. Pam refused to 
leave the house, staying up in her room most of the day and staring at the 
books she was supposed to be studying. Wendy appreciated her daughter's 
new-found devotion to her studies, but found her constant presence 
unnerving. She wanted Jack, wanted him badly. There were times she found 
herself standing in the kitchen, her fingers curling around the sink 
counter, the nails nearly breaking as she tried to drive away the burning, 
aching lust throbbing through her clit. There were times she stared at the 
yellow wall phone near the stove, her heart racing. She could call him. Just 
one call and the frustration would be over. 

But what would she tell Pam? At breakfast or dinner Wendy noticed her 
daughter staring at her in a curious way-as if she knew something but wasn't 
telling just yet. Guilty thoughts fogged Wendy's mind, making her draw back 
from doing the one thing that would make her happy. 

Finally, by the third day Wendy could take no more. Pam wasn't about to 
leave the house, it seemed, so she would have to go out. Peering up the 
stairs and hearing the soft music of her daughter's radio drifting down the 
hall, Wendy hurried back into the kitchen and dialed Jack's number. Curling 
her fingers nervously around the plastic coiled cord, the woman suffered as 
she heard the steady whirring sounds of the ringing phone, praying God Jack 
was in. 

"Yeah?" 

Wendy felt her heart stop. There, it began beating again. Putting one hand 
to her throat, she began speaking. 

"This is Wendy ... Wendy Sterling," she added, feeling a little hot, a 
little dizzy. 

"Sure, I remember you, baby, just down the way. Man, I even was thinkin' 
about you," Jack said, his voice dropping a note. "Almost jacked off...." 

Wendy thought she would fall through the floor. Her lips were twitching, 
curling into a smile as she thought of the power she had over this man. 
Jacked off over her? Her fingers tightened around the receiver. 

"I thought ... perhaps I could come over later and we ... well, could ... 
could do the same things we did before," Wendy stammered, feeling very bold 
and forward but unable to stop herself. 

"Sure. Got nothin' goin' on. Say, about seven? I'll be waitin' baby, waitin' 
with my cock hard for your pussy," Jack added, ringing off. 

Wendy closed her eyes, hanging up the phone and leaning against the 
refrigerator. Tonight. Tonight she would see him, would break another rule 
of society, would commit all those horrible, wonderful acts. And yes, yes, 
it would be worth it. Closing her eyes more tightly the woman thought of 
Jack, not realizing that somewhere in the back of her mind she had heard the 
sound of an extension phone clicking off just before she had hung up. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Uhhhhh ... oh God, God, it's so...." 

Good is the word Wendy wanted to use. But as she lay there naked, 
spread-eagled with her ass toward the floor the woman knew she couldn't say 
that word. Somehow it would destroy the atmosphere that hovered over the 
apartment as Jack proceeded to enjoy her in his sadistic ways. 

"You like this, baby ... more 'n lots of women I've been fuckin' around 
with. Get lotta calls 'cause of that ad. But you ... man, You're worth about 
three or four," Jack muttered, smacking his chops. 

Wendy had been tied well this time, her body a living hammock, suspended 
over the floor. Roping each wrist to the two front bed posts about three 
feet above the floor, Jack then spread the woman's legs far apart, attaching 
each ankle to drawer handles across the way. Sagging there, her ass dancing 
near the carpeting Wendy wondered what Jack would do to her. He certainly 
had seemed glad to see her. 

Nearly dragging her into the house when she appeared at his doorstep, he was 
on her in an instant, tearing off her clothes, stripping her quickly then 
shoving her into the bedroom. 

Now he was crouched down next to her, having drawn a Coleman lantern from 
the kitchen. Adjusting the flame carefully by turning the small metal key 
near the base, he kept staring up at her, smiling, enjoying the sight of her 
body suspended like that over the carpeting. 

"That's all right," Jack murmured, toying with the lantern with a child-like 
fascination. "What can I do with you, baby? You call me up all the time, 
want me to fuck you. You're gonna get me good and tired if you keep up with 
that kinda shit." 

He then turned the flame up all the way. Wendy looked at the fire-the bright 
orange turning red, then yellow as the constant hissing of air through the 
valve filled the room. Wendy cringed. He had something awful planned! 

"Oh God...." 

As Wendy shuddered, she felt her cunt start to work once more. Terror and 
excitement. Horror and arousal, the two seemed to work together all the 
time. Each time Jack had hurt her or humiliated her, Wendy had become 
excited, her pussy growing hot, tight, wet. The more pain he inflicted, the 
more she craved. And, in the end, there was always his big cock-that 
monstrous thing dangling from between his hairy legs, ready to fill her, to 
drive her mad with that plum-like head while his balls readied to blast his 
cum deep in her cunt. A shadow crossed over his cock and balls now as he 
crouched naked in front of her, his cock semi-hard, the head almost touching 
the floor. What she would have given for him to fuck her right now. But 
Wendy knew better. It wasn't time yet. 

Her tits rose and fell rapidly, the nipples becoming hard and dark-red all 
over again. When it spasmed, her belly made her tits dance and slap softly 
together. Wendy opened her mouth, breathing more easily as she watched the 
big man fiddling around with the lantern, his eyes meeting hers 
occasionally, telegraphing a message that only made the woman's cunt juice 
all the more hotly. 

"Jack ... the ropes ... hurt," Wendy said, twisting her head back and 
looking at the line wrapped tightly around her wrists. 

The pink, chafed marks from the other day were just starting to heal and how 
the cord burned into her flesh now! And the weight of her suspended body 
pulled painfully at her muscles and tendons. She twisted back and forth to 
try to ease the strain but nothing could have helped. Jack had tied her too 
tightly, too well for her to adjust her position. There was no way she could 
loosen the line. 

"Nice little thing, these lanterns," Jack said, turning the flame down low 
until it was a dark-blue. The hissing sound increased. "You can take these 
things out in the mountains and keep it goin' all night. Done it before." 

Wendy didn't care about the mountains. Her eyes saw his cock stiffening, his 
balls tensing up in his groin. He was growing more and more aroused as he 
talked with her, toying still with that lantern. With a sigh Jack lifted the 
glass sheath of the lantern, placing it carefully to one side of the bureau. 
He turned the small key clockwise, the slim blue flame turning red once more 
and steadily lengthening. Wendy grimaced, feeling the heat on the underside 
of her left leg. Was he going to burn her with that thing? That terrible 
thought flashed through her mind as she eyed the lantern warily. 

"Enjoy the heat? Lotta women wouldn't like it, but you look like a real 
Southern Cal bitch. Gonna give you more heat." 

Jack moved carefully, not wanting to spill anything from the lantern. 
Sliding the device under her ass, he twisted the key once more, turning the 
flame up. 

"Uhhhhhh ... ooowwwww!" 

Wendy closed her eyes, her teeth chattering against one another as she 
pulled and tugged at the restraining ropes wildly. Her brain shattered as 
she felt the flames licking her rounded ass. Ohhhh, it was the torment of 
hell! The fire was hot enough to singe without raising blisters. But still 
the heat was more than anything she could have imagined! That awful flame 
was flicking at her, licking her ass like a scalding feather waving and 
brushing over her flesh. Her cries turned into strangled gurgles. Jack was 
sliding the lantern back and forth, the flame touching her ass at times, 
then moving down to her thighs. Time and time again, Wendy tried arching her 
body up away from the fire but the weight of her own body was her worst 
enemy. In the end, her muscles tired and she sagged back down toward the 
floor and that awful, licking flame. 

"Noooooo!" 

Her head snapped from side to side, her long blonde hair brushing over the 
floor while her tits jiggled and slapped wildly together. Something else was 
happening to her besides the initial reaction to the flame. The pain was 
gradually being replaced by a kind of dry warmth that seemed to soothe her 
fear and agony, it was almost like having Jack touching her with his tongue. 
And her response was so powerful, so sexual! 

Her clit tingled while her cunt began to tighten and quiver. The nerves in 
her pussy raced with the steady touch of the fire. Her leg, thigh and arm 
muscles tensed once more, aching and throbbing with the agony of being 
stretched and pulled while the Coleman lantern scratched along the floor 
now. 

"Like it, don't you, baby? You enjoy havin' your ass heated up that way. I 
knew you had one hell of a hot butt. But man, oh man, you dig it more 'n I 
expected," Jack commented, centering the flame now over her asshole and 
letting the flame lick up toward her gray/pink flesh. 

It was like being disemboweled, Wendy thought, tensing her assmuscles and 
jerking up as hard as she could. Her body bounced crazily, the ropes 
groaning from the movements she made. Her twisting only made things worse. 
The weight increased against her ropes, making the line cut deeper into her 
flesh. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

And above it all was the feeling that she wanted him. She had to have the 
power of his cock reaming her, sinking into her pussy. And yet Jack wouldn't 
fuck her yet. He still had more of these games to play. All she could do was 
bite her lower lip and twist and turn and jerk her hips shamelessly with all 
the wild abandon of a nympho. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it," Jack hissed, passing one hand over her 
pussy and smiling as the woman groaned in response. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" 

Even that light, teasing touch was welcome! Tightening her thigh muscles 
once again Wendy hunched up, pressing her cuntal mound against his smoothing 
hand. How good it felt, how wonderfully, marvelously good it was to have 
that caressing hand touching her all over! 

"Keep it up, baby, keep that ass movin'!" Jack moved around, spreading her 
cuntlips apart slowly, the thumb in constant contact with her stiffening 
clit. Wendy threw back her head, that gurgling in her throat growing more 
and more strained. She loved it, loved it all! When the flame raced over her 
plump ass it felt like the playful slap of a lover! She started to cry, 
sucking in her lower lip and biting down. 

Jack was smoothing his fingers up and down between her inner and outer 
labes, watching with fascination as his touch made Wendy grow more and more 
super-heated. She twisted and writhed in her bonds, the cords sticking out 
on her neck, the muscles stiffening and tensing against her sweaty flesh. It 
was all so wonderful, too wonderful for words! 

"Aggghghhhh!" 

Again Jack turned up the flame, his smile growing broader as he watched the 
fire touching her flesh again and again. The sudden burst of heat turned a 
nickel-sized portion of her asscheek a bright red. Wendy screamed, her arms 
tugging more furiously at the ropes, her knees jerking, then snapping 
together while her body twisted away from the fire. More and more Wendy 
found herself begging for mercy, knowing full well none would be coming. 

"Oh please ... please, you're hurting me," she sobbed, turning her head 
around, her body racked with spasms of pleasure and pain. "I can't take this 
... can't ... oh God, God, it's killing me!" 

Jack threw back his head and laughed more loudly than before, a hard, 
metallic tone in his voice now. He moved forward, pushing his fingers 
against her hips, swinging her back and forth over the flame, her body 
passing in a broad arc over the fire. The fire was blistering her now, the 
flame biting deeper and deeper. 

"Oh God, God, stop it, Jack. Please, don't do this to me!" 

Tears rolled freely from her eyes now as the fire was really hurting her 
now. Jack held her steady over the fire and pried her tight lips apart. 

"You loved my cock up your cunt, baby. Then you had to have more-a fuckin' 
dildo up your ass while I fucked you silly. How about my finger now?" 

With that Jack shoved a finger into her cunt, his strong grip keeping her 
over the flame while he wiggled that digit around and around. Wendy couldn't 
believe her own powerful reaction to that touch. She twisted and raved with 
wild delight, feeling the juices ooze from her cuntslit, wetting down that 
invading, twisting finger. 

The fire, that touch, everything was turning her on. Wendy thought she would 
surely pass out from the pleasure racing through her body now. How could she 
stay awake with the tremendous overload of sensations attacking her body? 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"I can always spot a broad who likes to get beat up, worked over before 
fuckin'." 

"I'm not," Wendy began. 

"Oh yeah you are. You should've seen that the first day you and I made it, 
man," Jack said, shaking his head, sticking another finger around and 
around, the jagged nails tearing at her cuntal lining. "I ain't seen someone 
turn onto a double-fuck like that for a long time. Two cocks, that's just 
about what you had. And you still wanted more, baby, you still wanted more." 

"More ... no, no, you're wrong. You had me tied up and ... and." 

But she couldn't deny the truth. He had his hand in her now, and knew she 
was wet ... good, hot and tight and wet with excitement. 

And why? Because he had her roped up, because the flame was blistering her 
back, thighs and buttocks, because he was abusing her. 

Jack was twisting and cork-screwing his finger inside her, making Wendy 
pitch and yaw like a boat in a storm. It really was like being disemboweled, 
hanging like this, completely helpless while that awful flame licked and 
burned her asscheeks mercilessly. 

"No, oh help ... ohhhhhh!" 

Wendy writhed as the flames burned deeper and deeper. It was as if lust 
itself were clawing at her, tormenting her, tempting her. The excruciating 
delight was making her dizzy with excitement. Her entire body strained and 
twisted as that fire bit into her ass. What amazed Wendy now was her need 
for that flame. In spite of the pain, in spite of the horror of being roped 
like this, suspended over that Coleman lantern, Wendy felt an actual need 
for that fire burning her ass, licking into her asshole. She had to have it 
in her cunt, somehow. Oh yes, yes, somehow that fire would stifle the 
inferno burning in her cunt. It was absurd, illogical, she knew. But there 
was a new logic working in her now, a logic of pleasure and pain. 

Jack saw the glazed, fixed expression on her face and knew what her problem 
was. Determined to trample her completely into the dirt, he jerked his 
fingers from her pussy. Crawling between her spread legs, Jack bumped into 
the lantern, ignoring the move. Sliding closer and gripping her hips, he 
drove his fingers into the fleshy folds around her hips. He was going to 
fuck her. Dear God, he was finally going to fuck her! 

"Noooo!" 

"Yeah, baby, yeahhh, get it ready...." 

Wendy felt his prickhead pressing against her cunt. Spasms of uncontrollable 
delight racked her body. She jerked and twisted more and more, the pressure 
of his cockhead against her outer cunt-labes somehow mixing with the biting 
burn of the flame under her. His fingers bruised her flesh but the more 
brutally he treated her, the more Wendy craved. She squealed and gagged as 
the massive prick tore into her tight pussy. Yes, yes, she wanted it all, 
wanted that fat prickrod stretching her cuntal membranes as it was doing 
now, making all the nerves tremble mightily as inch after thick, throbbing 
inch of his big prick burned into her pussyhole. 

"Ohhhhh, no, no, you're ... ohhhh, it's so good, soooo very good," Wendy 
admitted, shamelessly rolling her hips from side to side, wanting to be 
ripped in two. 

"Yeahhh ... good and tight ... just like...." 

Jack had nearly said; "your daughter's cunt." He bit his lip, deciding to 
wait for another occasion to drop that bomb on the woman's head. That'd be a 
killer, a fact that might drive her out of her mind. He chuckled, 
concentrating now on her pussy, wiggling his hips from left to right so she 
could feel his cock better. 

Wendy sighed, the prick chugging ahead, shoving to one side the densely 
packed muscles, pussyjuice oozing from her cunt and wetting down Jack's 
high-riding balls. How good it was! Adjusting her hips and moving her body 
around in small circles, Wendy threw back her head. Every muscle in her body 
was tense, taut as she wiggled her hips more and more. Jack pushed his prick 
ahead mercilessly, making sure the lantern was still under her. He reached 
around with one foot, shoving the Coleman around until the flame was back to 
heating a position just above her asshole. Wendy screamed once more, jerking 
around and twisting her fingers into the ropes holding her wrists captive 
while her knees tried snapping together one more time. 

"Noooooo!" 

Nothing could stop the onrush of climactic feelings stirring deep inside her 
body. It was like a bomb going off again and again, the explosions becoming 
stronger and stronger as she was stretched and pulled. 

There was no stopping the force of her excitement. It bore down on her brain 
with the power of a hurricane, her cunt snapping shut on the fast-driving 
cock. Her clit snapped against the chugging prick, that tiny organ swollen 
with so much excitement, Wendy thought it would burst. Jack kept telling her 
he was going to shoot, going to blow her head off with his cum. 

"Noooo!" 

"Yeah, baby, yeah. Come on, make it, make it, blow your fuckin' lid off," 
Jack growled, his fingers slapping her hips harder and harder. He gnashed 
his teeth, his breaths becoming shorter, sharper as he slammed his cock 
deeper and deeper. 

A weapon! He's using his cock as a weapon, Wendy thought to herself as she 
felt her body being split in two by that terrifying spear. The fire, the 
fucking, everything conspired against her. She cried back, her reply a 
hoarse, guttural growl. Biting her lips to keep from screaming too loudly, 
the woman tumbled over into orgasm, the spasms washing over her body like 
hot lava. 

Again and again she screamed, her body jerking and twisting about, the ropes 
grinding and groaning from her wild writhing. As the fire kept lapping and 
licking away at her ass, Wendy came and came and came. Her lust climbed 
higher and higher until she reached a peak she had never thought possible. 
Oh, it was even higher than the one she had climbed the night before when 
Jack had fucked her with his prick and the dildo at the same time! 

"Make it, baby, come on, make it!" 

His voice echoed in her mind as that pounding prick seemed to drive deep in 
her belly, the fucking sensations making her hard nipples blush. He was 
turning her into an obedient animal, making her react as if she were a dog 
jumping through a hoop! 

"Fuck...." 

Jack slowed his fucking movements, his fingers caressing her inner thighs 
gently, his prick slowly moving in and out, in and out, teasing her clit 
again and again as the final throes of her orgasm died away. As reality 
began to seep back into her confused mind, Wendy blinked away the tears, her 
eyes staring at Jack, her mouth half opened, panting. 

"Ohhhhh, wonderful." 

"I know, baby, I know. That's why I didn't cum," Jack admitted, slowly 
pulling his still-hard prick from her pussy. 

"You didn't?" 

"Ain't gonna waste my cum right now-not when we just started," Jack said, 
glancing down at his diver's wristwatch. "We got ourselves the whole 
evening. And I ain't gonna blow my wad just fuckin' you once." 

"My God!" 

Wendy threw back her head once more. The cock and the fire had bit her flesh 
well, prodding her clit. And somewhere in her cunt and ass the two had met, 
forging one hell of a climax that had singed her mind. Her orgasm had boiled 
over, making her clit vibrate like a struck tuning fork. Now Jack pulled out 
completely, smiling that awful, knowing smile of his. Wendy shuddered. 

"Eight o'clock," he said, his eyebrows raising. "Time to have some more fun 
before I fuck you again." 

"Oh God. God!" 

And yet, in spite of the pleas, Wendy hung there, her ass burning, her cunt 
still on fire, her heart pounding with excitement. What a whore she was! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Pam tip-toed around the corner of the apartment building, peering up at the 
lighted set of windows in the back-Jack's apartment. She knew her mother was 
up there with him, up there and having a 'session' with him. The girl had 
overhead that conversation hours ago. How she burned with humiliation, 
jealousy and lust as she stood there now in the narrow alley, debating what 
she should do. 

There were times when she wanted to walk right up the stairs, curl her 
fingers into two fists and beat on the door, demanding entrance. But what 
would be the point? What could she say to them? Jack would surely laugh at 
her then drag her in and expose her to her mother. Could she survive 
something like that? Would her mother understand? Could she understand even 
now the forces at work in both her and her mother, making them into 
something little less than gutter sluts? Pam shook her head, thrusting her 
hands into the pockets of her dress and wondering what she should do. 

Finally the girl decided to creep up the back stairs and see what was going 
on. Curiosity inflamed by her own young intense lust was driving her on. 
Gripping the cold, damp iron handrailing of the back stairs, the teen 
climbed up slowly, her heart beating so wildly she was sure someone would 
hear it. 

When she had reached the top landing all she had to do was creep around the 
corner, making sure none of the neighbors caught sight of her and thought 
she was some second-story thief or something. 

Her mother's voice. Pam stopped short by the sliding bedroom window. The 
curtains had been left partially opened, almost as if on purpose. She 
stopped and peered around, making sure no one was looking at her. Bending 
forward, the teen pressed her nose against the cold, damp glass, her eyes 
widening as she saw Jack standing over her mother, his cock straight out, 
stiff, thick. 

Pam drew back, one hand over her heart, her spine pressing against the 
stucco wall. Behind her the sounds of cars rushing up and down the boulevard 
masked the heavy breathing she was doing. Fucked! Her mother, fucked in that 
way. But somehow it was worse now that she had been with Jack, had felt his 
body. Pam closed her eyes, curling her fingers into two fists, the nails 
biting down into her palms. She was the scorned lover, the wronged woman. 
Pam felt deserted as her mother was busy being fucked and beaten inside the 
apartment complex. 

Inside Jack was adjusting the positions he had Wendy roped into. Having 
turned off the lantern, the big stud loosened the ropes around her wrists, 
Wendy's body falling with a dull thud quickly to the floor. Next came her 
ankles, and in a moment the woman found herself prone on the floor, the rope 
gone. Bringing her arms forward, Wendy rubbed her fingers around the chafed 
areas, then slid them back up her arms to the sore, strained spots. How good 
it was to be free! 

"Try something a little more exotic now," Jack said, rummaging around in the 
green metal trunk. 

Wendy rolled her head to one side, her eyes wide as he fished out a leather 
dog collar-or what certainly appeared to be one-decorated with quarter-inch 
silver studs spaced evenly from one another. On either side of the large 
brass buckle at the back were two long lengths of half-inch link chain and 
at the ends of each were two metal cuffs, opened now. Jack examined the 
buckles and links, determined them satisfactory, then slid over on his knees 
toward the prone woman. 

Lifting her head, the woman lay back, feeling him attach the leather collar 
tightly. She gasped, her mouth opening, her nostrils flaring at the leather 
pressed hard against her throat. Her tongue rolled out, her eyes widening as 
she heard the snap close around her throat. Drawing her knees slightly back, 
Wendy became intensely aware of the scratchy feel of the rug against her ass 
and the backs of her legs. A whimper came from her throat as Jack pulled the 
chains forward, then draped them around her shoulders, tucking them behind 
her tits until they ran down either end of her spine, meeting at her lower 
back. 

"Roll Over, bitch." 

Wendy folded one leg over the other, rolling to her right side, her tits 
pressed against each other. Jack had drawn both arms behind her, pressing 
the chafed wrists together once more and locking the cuffs around them. A 
small double chain linked the cuffs together. Once again the woman was 
helpless, the chain pressing against the flesh on either side of her 
shoulders, leaving white marks on her pink skin. 

"Now, to make sure you don't scream too loud...." 

Out came what appeared to be a long leather strap. But in the center of this 
piece was a large red rubber ball. Automatically Wendy knew what it was and 
tried jerking her head away. It was an instinctive movement, one she knew 
had no meaning any more. Jack only laughed at her attempts, holding her head 
still with one hand while sliding the gag around her head. With two slaps he 
managed to force her mouth open, shoving the hard rubber ball between her 
teeth. 

"Ughhhhh...." 

Wendy gagged, thinking she would vomit but fearing she would drown in her 
own droppings if she did. Moving her head slightly to the left, the woman 
found she could swallow easily, her jaws still aching from being stretched 
open so widely by the ball. Jack was pushing her hair back, sliding the 
leather around her skull, affixing it at the back of her head. 

"Now for the legs, and I'm gonna show you one hell of a fuck you ain't 
thought of yet." 

Again Jack rolled the woman onto her right side, drawing both legs back 
until the heels were touching her fingertips. Telling her to stay that way, 
Jack rummaged again around in the trunk, pulling out another set of cuffs, 
this one larger than the first. Quickly he slipped them around her ankles, 
attaching them with another double set of link chain to her wrist-cuffs. 
Bent back this way, her mouth propped open by that filthy ball gag, Wendy 
was completely bound, helpless to do anything. 

"Ever think what it'd be like havin' a climax that wouldn't quit?" Jack 
said, smoothing his fingers gently now over her nipples. 

"Uhhhffff!" 

The thought had never entered her mind until now. But Jack's voicing of that 
idea made her brain explode. Never-ending climax, dying in the throes of 
orgasm! How her mind caught at that thought and trembled before it as the 
big stud worked his fingers around and around her nipples while the other 
hand caressed her dripping pussy. Yes, she was hot again, hot enough for 
another fuck. 

"Guys can't go that long. We shoot off. But I got somethin' here that's just 
right for you, baby. You can hang onto it as long as you've got the will." 

Jack pulled out a long metal rod. It looked like that plastic prick he had 
fucked her ass with several nights ago. But this was more stream-lined, with 
several wires dangling from the flat base end. A small black box with 
several dials and switches came with the device and a long black cord with a 
plug dangled from the opposite end. 

"Ohhhfhhfffff!" 

Already Wendy was starting to see the significance of that box, of that 
plug-electrical stimulation! 

"Here we go, baby. Gonna see just how much you can take." 

Wendy shivered, her wrists twisting in the cuffs, her knees straining apart 
as she felt the cold edge of that dildo pressing her cuntlips apart. The 
contrast of the warm cunt meat against the cold metal made her pussymuscles 
contract, shrinking them around the invading cock. 

"Uhhhh ... kinda touchy down there still, eh? Well, you'll open up," Jack 
said, twisting the metal cock around and around, watching the juices wetting 
down the slick, silver surface. 

It was happening. The steel was gradually picking up the warmth of her body, 
slicking down with her flowing juices. Wendy bit down on the rubber, her 
teeth marking the smooth surface while saliva frothed around the corners of 
her stretched lips. It was going in, sliding deeper into her cunthole, the 
metal thing pushing aside the squiggly, warm membranes of her pussy. 

"Ohhhfhhfhffff!" 

Her muscles cramped around her thighs, her ass still sore from the burning 
of the Coleman lantern. Wendy moved her fingers, soothing them over the burn 
spots on her asscheeks, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of what 
that dildo would feel like once the electricity started flowing. 

"Okay ... now we start at it," Jack said, that sadistic gleam making his 
eyes sparkle. 

Wendy watched, her eyes wide as he attached the wires more securely to the 
box. Placing it flat on the bedroom floor the big stud stretched the black 
cord out, plugging it into a low wall socket. Almost immediately a faint, 
buzzing sound came from the box while a dark-red light flashed on, on the 
side. 

"Transformer," he explained, one hand dropping down on the box. 

Wendy's fingers tensed, pressing into her ass as she bit down harder onto 
the ball gag. Perspiration began to trickle from under her arms, wetting 
down her sides while her bare feet grew cold. She watched as the fingers on 
Jack's right hand tensed around the dial, turning slowly. 

"Ummmmmm...." 

Almost immediately she felt a kind of warm, vibrating feeling wash through 
her pussy. She strained her arms, the wrists pressing against the chains, 
her legs trying to pull free of the cuffs attached to her arms. Her cuntal 
muscles were tightening down on the warming metal prick. Her muscles were 
responding to the electricity. Wendy stretched her body, her shoulders 
aching from the awkward position, her hands growing cold and numb. 

"Good, baby, good. You like it, right? I can see that in your face." 

The aching in her jaw seemed to grow worse as the big stud increased the 
flow of electricity. Wendy arched her back, prancing her ass against the 
floor while the buzzing between her cuntlips grew. Her body squirmed against 
the carpeting, her legs tensing, relaxing, then tensing again, tugging at 
the chains behind them while her tits jiggled with each movement the woman 
made. And how her cuntlips were tightening around that dildo, tightening and 
caressing it as if it were her lover's cock! And how her juices flowed, 
wetting down that thing! Jack was right. This was going to be something she 
had dreamed about but had never thought possible! Constant climax! She could 
feel it building in the pit of her belly, feel that whirling ball of sexual 
hunger growing bigger and bigger, devouring her body, her mind! 

"Uhhfhfhhfhffff!" 

Another jolt of electricity sent her body onto yet a higher sexual plane. 
She wallowed her shoulderblades against the ragged carpeting, bouncing up 
and down like an unstrung puppet, her mind unhinged by the power of that 
electrified prick. And there was more to come, of that Wendy was certain. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Another jolt, another series of tingling responses from her cunt. Wendy 
thrust her ass up again, her flesh pulled tight against her skeleton, her 
body writhing and shaking mightily under the constant attack of the 
electrical current probing her cunt. That metal dildo seemed to be vibrating 
wildly in her pussy, sending her clit into the throes of delight at every 
touch. Wendy jerked her hands spasmodically against the chafing cuffs, 
spittle spraying from the corners of her gagged mouth constantly now. 

She was moaning ... half in pain, half in indescribable delight as waves of 
unknown feelings washed over her again and again. The room sank away. Jack 
sank away. All that was left was her pussy and that horrible, wonderful 
thing sending surges of delight into her cunt. So engrossed in her own 
delight was Wendy that the woman had no idea that Jack had caught Pam 
peering in through the window. 

Leaving Wendy to her own devices for a moment the young stud quickly slipped 
on his Levi's, leaving the apartment and sneaking up on Pam who was 
fascinated by her mother's bound and helpless position. Covering her mouth 
hard and dragging her quickly back to the apartment, Jack pulled the girl 
into the bedroom. 

"You wanted to see how your old lady looks up close? Take a good look!" 

Pam stood at the foot of the bed, her fingers pressed against her lips as 
she stared down at the twitching, spasming woman. How obscene it was! That 
metal thing was jammed halfway in her mother's pussy, the wires jiggling and 
jerking around as Wendy moved her body from side to side. Her eyes were 
rolled up in her head, only the rounded bottoms of the blue irises visible 
against the whites of her eyes. Her muscles strained against the 
sweat-dampened flesh as more and more current sliced into her cunt. 

"Looks like she's havin' a good time, eh?" Pam sobbed, turning her head 
away, unable to look at the horrible scene. 

"Don't worry, baby. I got plans for you too now," Jack said, twisting the 
dial off suddenly. 

Wendy's body sagged to the floor immediately, her mouth easing around the 
rubber gag. Blinking, the woman looked up and saw-to her horror-her daughter 
standing above her. 

"Uhhhhfhf ... noooofffff!" 

What on earth? What was Pam doing here, standing in this maniac's bedroom? 

"She's been here before, baby, Learned about us a while ago. I had 'er here 
couple of days before. Fucked the shit outta this little girl-took her 
cherry too. She came back wantin' more, I guess." 

No, no, that couldn't be true! Pam was a good girl! She couldn't be involved 
in something like this. No, impossible! Wendy lay there, shamed by her 
position, wanting to explain something to her daughter, but realizing there 
could be no explanation other than the obvious one. 

"Wanna see the old lady perform again?" 

Jack bent down, letting go of Pam's right upper arm and switched on the 
dial, turning it to 'high.' Wendy screamed through the ball gag, her spine 
arching immediately, her shoulders and knees trembling so violently she 
thought her bones would shatter. Spittle flicked out and formed diamonds on 
her purpling lips while her nipples turned from dark-red to a kind of 
magenta. Pam cried out, thinking she could see sparks flying out from her 
mother's flesh. 

"Uhhhhfffff!" 

Climax! Orgasm! That rush of powerful-flowing electrons drove her over the 
edge once more. Only this time Wendy felt herself cumming again and again, 
each spasm equal to or even greater than the former! There was no slackening 
of the climax. Oh no, no! She was cumming again and again, the spasms making 
her cuntal muscles ache. And all the while the steady flow of electricity 
tormented her clit. 

"No, stop it," Pam said, putting an arm out and holding tightly onto Jack. 

"Your old lady looks like she's havin' one hell of a time. Gonna get you 
into the act too," Jack said, turning from the convulsing Wendy and gripping 
the young girl hard by the shoulders. 

"No!" 

Pam felt her blouse tearing around her arms. No, there was no way she would 
join her mother in this kind of vicious obscenity! She struggled backward, 
her foot striking Wendy's right thigh. She felt a kind of buzzing sensation 
in her leg and realized just how electrified her mother was. 

"Stop it!" 

Jack clamped one hand over her mouth, forcing her back, back onto the bed. 
His knees were on her upper arms once more, the weight of his body 
threatening to crush her bones. He slapped her again and again and the 
sounds of the blows plus Pam's resulting screams and Wendy's gagged cries of 
orgasm echoed through the small room. Pam groaned as Jack stripped her 
quickly, her clothes peeling easily from her young body. 

"Like mother, like daughter," Jack muttered, pulling away her skirt and 
leaning back, admiring the smooth, young white flesh under him. 

Wendy had been under the wonderful golden cloud of orgasm for the past few 
moments. Now she felt herself dying of exhaustion, her body weakened by the 
continual spasms exploding in her pussy. Jack slid from the bed, padding 
over to the small box and turning down the dial. Immediately Wendy felt the 
convulsions cease deep in her body. She looked up heavy-lidded at Jack then 
turned her head, seeing her daughter draped lifelessly over the small bed 
behind her. Pamela! She had nearly forgotten about her! 

"It's sure lucky I've got another one of these things," Jack said, pulling 
out another metal rod, this one several inches shorter than the one bobbing 
from between Wendy's cunt lips. 

Attaching the wires to the small black transformer box, Jack dropped the 
dildo onto the floor next to Wendy, moving to the bed and scooping up the 
groaning, naked teen from the mattress. He put her down in front of the 
bound Wendy, drawing her hands back. This time Jack bound the girl's wrists 
to the front legs of the heavy bureau next to the bed. Leaving her legs free 
the young man inserted the metal rod carefully into her cunt. 

At the cold touch Pam came to, raising her head and realizing to her horror 
that she was facing her mother and that something very big and very cold was 
being inserted into her cunt. 

"Oh no!" 

Her eyes widened. It was the same thing Wendy had and it was attached to 
that same horrid black box! Pleased with himself, Jack reached down and 
turned the buzzing dial on. Immediately the girl felt a gentle rush of 
warming current, the same, she guessed, her mother felt. She looked at the 
dumb, glazed eyes of the older woman and felt a shock of horror. And yet 
something was triggered inside her all over again, the same kind of feeling 
she had felt while watching Jack and her mother fuck wildly earlier. Her 
legs straightened, hitting her mother's knees. Pam heard Wendy groan around 
the cock gag as the current increased for both women. Throwing her head back 
Pam felt her cuntal muscles gripping that cold thing hard, actually drawing 
it in. 

She felt her mother's body wriggling around as climax built up once again in 
Wendy's cunt. Then both of them were cumming together with that maniac 
controlling them! Wendy threw her head back and let out a loud animal yelp, 
her ass prancing against the carpeting, her wrists pulling at the ropes, the 
bureau rattling behind her. 

"Yeahhhh!" 

Jack was turning the dial up higher and higher, each woman writhing and 
arching and twisting to her own orgasmic rhythm. Pam thought the world had 
exploded and she was living in the last holocaustic moments before her life 
shattered to a violent end. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as her 
pussy-muscles convulsed, trying to snap that metal thing in two with each 
spasm. 

"Yaggghghghfff!" 

For Wendy it was a piece of heaven. She orgasmed with each pass of 
electricity through her clit. How the current scorched her cunt and made her 
body jump up against her daughter's, her teeth clamping down harder on the 
ball. Her belly muscles twitched and hardened as Jack turned on more 
current. 

"Take it, baby, take it all!" 

Wendy's body arched in the bonds, her chains tugging at her shoulders, her 
wrists, her ankles, while the leather gag seemed to bite down deeper against 
her jaws. 

"Ughhhaygghhh!" 

Wendy thought her body was going to come apart. She kicked her legs out, her 
feet striking her mother, the black box, the bed. Her cries choked out, her 
cunt, tits and asshole torn apart by fiery metal daggers. Her bones throbbed 
again as the current ripped through her. Cuntjuice speckled her thighs. 

Jack stared at her, then reached down and ripped the sparking dildo from her 
pussy. Pam shuddered, looking dumbly at her tormentor. Her mother was still 
thrashing as Jack ripped the line from her wrists, then dragged her up onto 
the bed. Looking down Pam saw his cock straining against his crotch, the 
head purple, dripping with cum. Throwing back her shoulders, the girl felt 
Jack's fingers holding her down hard, his knees banging against her thighs, 
holding her open. In a second his prick was drilling down, splitting her in 
two, impaling her like an insect while her mother thrashed and writhed, torn 
by electricity. 

Jack was in no mood for playing around. He held her hard, squeezing her tits 
as he thrust his hips, forcing his prick in deeper and deeper. He tore 
through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit. The itching, aching force of 
her climax spread through her cunt. And how that cock drilled like a 
jack-hammer through her pussy, filling and spreading her elastic, tight cunt 
more and more. 

"Nooooo!" 

His cum spattered deep and hard in her, each wracking blow of his cock 
tearing her to pieces. Wave after wave of jizz washed through her as Jack 
writhed on top of her, his climax sending her yet higher into bliss. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

How long it lasted Pam had no idea. When she batted her eyes open once more, 
the girl realized that Jack was out of her cunt, his beautiful cock hidden 
under the faded blue of his tight-fitting Levi's. Gone too was that buzzing 
sound. 

Getting up and rubbing the stiff, aching spots of her body Pam looked down 
and saw her mother had been unstrapped too, the metal dildo having been 
tucked away. Cum oozed from her snug little cunt, wetting down the sheets. 
Once more guilt washed over both women as they stared into one another's 
eyes. 

"I dig this mother/daughter act, baby. We gotta try it out again some time 
soon. But right now I wanna get some rest. So the two of you haul some ass 
outta here. It's ... fuck, it's eleven o'clock! You Goddamned sluts keep me 
up too late, damn it!" 

Eleven! They had been at it for nearly four hours, Wendy thought. And her 
daughter? 

"Pam, I...." 

Wendy stood up shakily, sliding one hand around her daughter's narrow 
shoulders. She was weak, her cunt still throbbing from the attack it had 
suffered. 

"Mother, don't. I don't know how I can explain either," the girl 
interrupted, shrinking away from her mother's touch. 

Wendy sucked in her lower lip, dropping her hand to her side. They were 
strangers now, further apart than ever. This thing had done it to them. 

But, in spite of herself, Wendy knew she would never be able to look the 
other way and ignore the feelings now aroused fully in her. She would never 
be able to control herself now that she knew Jack would push her to limits 
and then beyond. And the woman guessed her younger daughter felt the same 
way. Passing her fingers over Pam's burning forehead the woman swallowed 
hard, gathering up the remnants of her clothing. 

"We'll talk about this later," Wendy said, stepping into her panties, 
avoiding her daughter's searching, accusing eyes. 

"Maybe...." 

Pam felt another shiver race through her cum-filled pussy as she slipped her 
panties on, purposely turning her back to her mother. Would things ever be 
the same? Certainly their original relationship was shattered. Each had seen 
the other in the throes of orgasm, her body twisting about in unnatural 
poses, feelings of sexuality racing through her with incredible force. The 
girl shook her head. Later, perhaps much later they would be able to talk, 
not now. 

"Pam, it all started ... oh, it's such a long story. But I swear, I can 
explain it all," Wendy said haltingly, hearing Jack rummaging around in the 
kitchen. 

It was getting late. Tomorrow, perhaps, in the morning when everything was 
clearer. Then they could talk, could sort out all of this. 

"Let's go, Mother," Pam said, yawning sleepily. 

"Yes." 

At least, Wendy thought with relief as she left the bedroom of her shame and 
pleasure, the pretending was over. Whatever else happened, honesty would 
prevail. That and unspeakable, wonderful pleasure in the bondage fantasies 
both women had finally found and accepted. 


THE END
