Whipped Mom And Daughter
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

The crime rate in this country has been rising rapidly. Every day there are 
instances of brutal rapes and murders occurring in your streets and 
countryside. Rape and kidnapping are becoming as common as shoplifting and 
auto theft. 

Recently there were three separate incidents in which hostages were held in 
one major city. Some of the criminals claim to sacrifice human life for 
political causes or demands. There are other types of criminals-the 
psychopaths venting their frustrations on other human beings. 

Wendy Urban is one of the innocent victims of such degenerate individuals. 
Her situation proves that otherwise normal women-like her mother, Ann, can 
also become involved in rather unsavory goings on. Wendy herself has the 
attitude, as most girls do, that nothing can happen to her. 

WHIPPED MOM AND DAUGHTER is the story of a girl degraded and used in every 
way by demented men. It is a contemporary story of the possible dangers 
facing every one of us. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Leave me alone!" 

Wendy Urban shrank back, covering her full thirty-six-inch tits with both 
hands. The torn edges of her blouse fluttered like banners from either 
shoulder. Stumbling over her own feet, Wendy stared in disbelief at Jack 
Hennessey. He was supposed to be her mother's boyfriend and he'd seemed 
nice, even though Wendy wasn't certain if she liked having her mother date, 
even if it had been two years since her father had died. 

"Why? You keep movin' that sweet little ass around here all the time, 
teasin' me," Jack said, smirking at her. 

Wendy shuddered, feeling suddenly unclean. Oh, if only her mother were here! 
"My mother . . . " 

"Is gonna be home late. I know," Jack said, his thin lips curling into a 
cruel smile. "She's working late at the hospital. So . . . " 

Wendy felt frantic, more frantic than she'd ever felt in all her young life. 
She stared at the big man standing there some ten feet away from her. He was 
tall, nearly six two with short, curly black hair and a trimmed mustache. 
His broad, tanned face was a mask of rugged, cruel handsomeness. A patch of 
black wiry hair peeked over the top of his clean white cotton t-shirt. Both 
the shirt and his faded Levi's were stretched tightly over his thickly 
muscled frame. He was good-looking, Wendy admitted, but there was something 
about him, something Wendy found crude and yet-exciting! What was her mother 
doing dating someone like this? 

"I'll call her now," she said firmly, making a move toward the hall phone. 

"Don't think so." 

Jack stretched out one hand, grabbing her by the wrist and holding her 
tightly. Wendy winced, her forehead wrinkling as she felt the strong fingers 
gripping and twisting her arm. 

"You're . . . hurting me!" 

Bending slightly at the waist, the blonde teen twisted her body to the 
right, pulling back, trying to wriggle out of the painful grip. 

"That's the point, cunt. I'm gonna work you over so you won't tell your old 
lady I fucked you tonight," Jack muttered. 

"Fucked?" 

Wendy's mouth opened wide. She pulled her arm back, feeling Jack loosen his 
grip on her wrist. Is that what he said? She shook her head, passing one icy 
hand over her forehead. In the background she could hear the television 
droning on. Why had she so foolishly let him in? 

"You got it, baby. Gonna fuck you the way I've been fuckin' your old lady. 
She digs it and so will you," Jack said, wiping one hand across his lips. 

Wendy felt dirty again. She wanted to tell him to get away from her, to 
march right out of the house. But something kept her from doing a thing. 
Maybe it was the fact that secretly, in her heart of hearts, Wendy was 
attracted to Jack and wanted him any way she could have him. 

Seeing her freeze, Jack made his move, stepping around the leather recliner 
and gathering her up in his arms. Wendy snapped to, struggling weakly, 
curling her fingers and beating the fists against his pecs. Jack held her 
with his steel-banded arms, laughing at her desperate, failing attempts to 
twist away. 

Struggling, Wendy felt her other sandal slip from her foot. He was squeezing 
her close, her tits nestling tight against him. Why was her heart pounding 
so hard? Why was it becoming difficult to breathe? To her shame Wendy had to 
admit that she loved the way his touch made her flesh crawl. Her tits seemed 
to be growing and she could feel the sensitive tips pushing against the 
stiff material of her bra cups. 

How she wanted to slip her clothes from her body. But that wouldn't be what 
nice, good girls do. Her mother had told her that many times. Fighting 
against her own will Wendy twisted against Jack, pressing against the knee 
that was trying to spread her legs apart. 

"Ohhh, you're hot for a fuck, baby. I can tell from the way you're 
breathin'. You been wantin' someone like me to come along." 

"No, no, you're lying!" 

"Yeah, right." 

He laughed at her again, his blue eyes staring hard at her. They pierced 
right to her soul, she thought. Wendy shivered. It felt as if every hard 
inch of his body was pressing into her. A tingling sensation began itching 
between her legs. It was the same kind of sensation she had felt when she'd 
been alone in her bed at night, rubbing her fingers over the fuzzy mound 
between her legs, feeling that itch turn into something far more urgent as 
she thought about some of the boys at her school. But this was different-it 
was real! 

"Come on, baby. We're gonna have us some fun! Bet you're hot when I get some 
rope around you," he breathed, nuzzling her neck with his lips. 

Wendy shivered again, feeling his warm, stubbly chin rub against her neck. 
What had he said? Rope? What on earth was he talking about? She pulled away 
from him again. Only this time her will seemed to be melting. Her body 
wasn't responding the way she wanted it. 

Jake sensed this change and slipped his hand down onto her ass again. As he 
pulled her tighter against him, he gave a slight hunch to his hips. Wendy 
groaned as they rubbed together, concentrating on that hot, itchy sensation 
between her shivering thighs. How wonderfully odd! She curled her toes 
against the thick blue piling of the living room carpet, feeling the insides 
of her nostrils burn as she sucked in more air. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

"That's it, kid, moan for it, beg for it like you're goin' nuts." 

Jack's touch was firm, almost cruel. And the more brutal he became, the more 
Wendy wanted him. Having her ass pinched and squeezed felt good. She 
secretly loved the way he dug into her firm ass-flesh. And oh, the funny 
things her body was doing now? Her cunt felt so wet and slippery! 

And that tingle! Only moments ago it had been small but now it was 
developing into something much more urgent. Wendy leaned heavily against 
Jack, actually surrendering her body to him! What kind of girl was she 
turning into? Did she care? Did she care about anything except the fact that 
her plump cuntal lips were aching to be touched and rubbed by the man who 
had been fucking her mother? 

"Hot little bitch!" he growled, working his fingers around her ass. 

"Oh, don't say things like that," Wendy protested weakly. 

"You dig it, baby. You dig being talked to like that, just like your old 
lady does." 

He was nipping her ear lobes, nuzzling his mouth against her neck again. She 
could feel his hot, panting breath puffing through the tendrils of her 
blonde hair. Wendy felt her ear growing hot and ticklish while he rocked his 
crotch against hers. He plowed his iron-hard cock against her cuntal mound 
and made her love it. Fucking, he said they would be fucking. The thought of 
having a man on top of her-this man in particular-sent more rills of 
pleasure through her. "Ohhhhhhh!" 

He bent his head forward, catching her lips with his, kissing her hard on 
the mouth while shoving his tongue against her lips. 

"Noooffffffff!" 

Doing that was dirty! Her mother had told her that when they talked about 
sex and about the way boys like to do things. But now the touch of his 
tongue inside her mouth was making her feel sooooo good! Besides, his 
strength was simply too much for her. Slowly Wendy opened under that 
tonguing pressure. As his tongue lashed down her throat, the girl felt his 
hands become busy again. He was working them down, down until he was pulling 
her cuntlips apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers 
along the naked flesh at the edge of her shorts. 

Before she could protest Wendy felt those two fingers wiggle under the hem 
of her panties. As they rubbed over the smooth flesh between her asshole and 
pussy, Wendy began moaning low and deep. How good it was to feel something 
so warm and yet so deliciously rough against her tender body! Juice seeped 
out more and more freely until her panties were soaked with it! it 

"Man, you got it really comin' outta you. you want my cock bad." 

"No, no!" 

But how could she deny the obvious truth? Wendy felt her cheeks flush while 
that strange, warm tingle crept over her flat, naked belly. What was Jack 
doing to her? Even now their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled 
together. She could feel the eight hot, throbbing inches of his cock 
pressing against the soft labia of her pussy! Wendy thought about having 
something that big, that hard slipping into her body, squeezing into her 
cunt. The more she thought about it, the more Wendy wanted it to happen. She 
wanted to have that big stud, the man her mother had been dating, pinning 
her to the mattress of her narrow bed. She wanted to feel his hands all over 
her, squeezing her tits, rubbing her cuntlips together while his prick . . . 

Then, suddenly, through the red-hot haze that was blurring her mind she 
remembered the warning from her mother. "If I ever catch you running around 
with a man before you're twenty I swear I'll turn you out! You don't know 
them. They all want one thing and they don't care how they get it. Remember 
that, Wendy." 

"Stop it, stop it, please," Wendy cried, twisting away, trying to shove the 
stud from her, her mother's words ringing in her ears. 

"Stop. The way you been actin'? Come on, baby, it'd be easier to stop a 
freight train!" 

He just wouldn't listen. He was kissing her once more, pawing her body. He 
made his hands crawl up and down her thighs, inching them inward until he 
was working the gathered cotton material into her sweaty asscrack. Then Jack 
slid his hands back around to the front, rubbing the damp nylon of her 
panties up against her swollen cuntlips. 

How shocking good that felt! Again the warning of her mother ran through her 
mind. Gathering what was left of her shredded will, Wendy pushed back, 
somehow breaking free. Stumbling clumsily over her own feet, she moved 
quickly around to the back of the sofa, leaving Jack half-stooped over the 
arm rest. Wendy dropped her eyes to his fly and saw that long tubular bulge 
running down his right pant leg. 

"You' ain't goin' nowhere," he said, watching as the girl nervously eyed the 
front door. 

Wendy flinched, shocked that he'd been able to reach her confused mind. 

"Just . . . just leave . . . just leave, and I promise I won't tell mom," 
she stammered. 

"I ain't goin' nowhere till I fuck you good," he promised. "And if you don't 
wanna try it without a fight, well," he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, 
"that's just what I like." 

"Please, get out!" 

Raising her voice, Wendy bravely pointed one finger at the door while 
steadying herself against the back of the sofa with her other hand. 

"You gotta be tied down, roped like some Goddamned little heifer, right?" 

His eyes were glowing with lust and mischief. Wendy shook her head from side 
to side, her fingertips digging into the soft blue material of the sofa. Why 
didn't he just go? Instead Jack came at her, stepping around the sofa 
quickly and grabbing Wendy by the wrist once again. The girl cried out, 
twisting her mouth open, shouting for the neighbors. 

"Oh God, help, help me! Somebody help me!" she cried over and over. 

"Shaddup, you little slut!" 

Jack had turned suddenly violent, raising one hand and bringing it down 
hard, back-handing the shrieking teen across the chin. 

"Oooooohhh!" 

No one-not even her mother-had hit her like that! The blow stunned the girl 
into silence, her head snapping back so hard her neck muscles cramped. Wendy 
twisted halfway around, her knees buckling as she fell toward the floor. 

Jack held her up, slipping his hands under her arms and dragging her back 
away from the couch. Her hair hung in her eyes while her heels dragged over 
the floor. He was taking her back, back down the hall, back toward her 
mother's bedroom. 

"It's gonna be right and fittin' to have you fucked in your old lady's 
sack." 

The rug burned her feet as Jack kept dragging her back down the hall until 
they were both going through the mother's bedroom doorway. 

He pitched her onto the broad queen-sized bed, rubbing his sweaty palms over 
his trousers, then crisscrossing his hands and pulling his sweaty t-shirt 
over his chest. Oh, he was so handsome, so masculine! Her heart contracted 
with fear and excitement as she lay there prostrate, watching Jack strip. A 
tingle tweaked her clit, making her shudder. 

"Now, we gotta make sure you ain't gonna try nothin' funny like gettin' away 
while I fuck you," Jack muttered, kicking the door shut. It slammed 
savagely, the resulting bang making Wendy nearly jump from her skin. He 
switched on the lock, the moved to a four-drawer bureau to the right of the 
bed. 

"Your mom's been busy buyin' up some toys," Jack said, his lips twisting up 
again. Wendy cocked her head, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. Toys? 
What was he talking about? She drew her knees up protectively to her tits, 
scooting back on the bed until her spine pressed against the headboard. 
Watching Jack like a frightened small animal, Wendy saw him pull open the 
top drawer and reach in with one hand. All the time he kept his eyes on her, 
that threatening prick pressing against his trousers. 

"This oughta keep you down," he said, pulling out several lengths of 
half-inch line from the opened drawer. 

"Ropes? What . . . oh no, no, don't touch me, don't touch me with . . . " 

Jack was stretching one length of rope between his hands, snapping it, 
laughing at her as she winced at the popping sound. Wendy looked about 
frantically. Escape-how could she escape from this crazy person? Seeing her 
desperation, Jack moved quickly, snapping the rope around her throat and 
drawing her head back. 

"Awk!" 

Wendy thought she'd die right there! The hemp chafed her throat terribly, 
the line pressing hard against her windpipe. Kicking her legs out, the girl 
twisted helplessly in the death grip. Squeaking out a cry, Wendy drew both 
hands up, curling her fingers around the rope, breaking one nail as she 
fought to free herself. 

"This is what you're gonna get if you try fuckin' around with me, 
understand?" 

Holding both ends of the rope Jack twisted the line around her fingers, 
shoving her head against his belly, tightening the hemp around her windpipe. 
Wendy saw stars popping in front of her eyes while the room began to swim. 
Oh God, he was going to strangle her right here in her mother's bed! 

"Bitch!" 

Free! The pressure eased around her throat. Jack pitched her forward, 
pulling the hemp from around her throat and tucking it between his body and 
his jeans. In an instant he was on top of her, rolling her onto her ass, 
reaching up and pinning her wrists back against the sagging mattress. Wendy 
moaned, feeling his knees pressing against the insides of hers, spreading 
her thighs wide apart. The hot bulge again! He was humping against her, 
dry-fucking her while clamping his mouth against hers once more and drilling 
his tongue deep in her throat. 

"Oh God, God, stop this! You don't know what you're doing!" 

"I know exactly what I'm doing, slut!" 

Jack drew up, reaching down with his right hand and curling his fingers 
around her halter. After a few tugs he yanked down, tearing the thin blue 
and red cotton material easily, then wrestling a moment with the sturdier 
band of her bra. Wendy let out a sharp cry feeling her tits spring in the 
open. Naked from the waist up! She tried drawing her hands back over her 
tits but Jack slapped her hands away as he dropped his mouth to her right 
nipple, taking it easily into her mouth and sucking hard. When he began 
nipping the tit-tip with his front teeth, the girl screamed like a mad 
woman. 

"Aiyeeeeee! No, no, you're going to kill me, you're going to . . . 
ughhghhhhhh!" 

Striking her with the back of his right hand, he made certain his knuckles 
bruised her chin. Wendy screamed out again only to be quieted by another 
open-handed blow across the mouth. 

"Better," Jack muttered, dropping back down and holding her tightly by the 
wrists. 

He shoved his face against her full white tits, his front teeth nipping and 
biting at her red nipples. The sensation of his teeth against her flesh sent 
daggers of fear and pleasure through the terrified girl. She lay there 
petrified, afraid to move, afraid even to moan as Jack sucked and bit her 
tit-tips. 

"Now we go for the hard stuff, baby. Just like your old lady," Jack said, 
backing off and pulling out the rope he had stuffed in his pants. 

Wendy watched with widening eyes, wondering what new horrors lay in store 
for her. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"My panties!" 

Wendy screamed, her hands jerking down, her fingers gripping for the elastic 
waistband she felt slipping past her knees. Jack was too quick. Pulling the 
damp briefs from her thighs, the big stud slid them down past her knees, her 
ankles, her toes. In a matter of seconds Jack had stripped Wendy naked. She 
lay there, hands crossed over her chest, feeling very vulnerable and 
ashamed. 

"That's your cunt, baby, a nice hot pussy just for me," Jack said, his voice 
trembling as he crawled back onto the bed. 

"No!" 

"Pussy," he repeated, his fingers gripping her by the thighs and spreading 
them apart. Wendy peered down, nervously eyeing the long length of rope 
still dangling from one hand. She remembered his threat about using the rope 
on her and wondered what exactly he had meant. 

Thoughts of his sadistic comment fled from her mind the second she felt Jack 
massaging her cunt with sure, tight strokes. His fingers snaked through her 
pussy-hairs while his breath made the blonde curls rustle like dry weeds in 
the wind. He could feel his ears brushing against the super-sensitive flesh 
of her inner thighs and his fingers traced lightly along the tense, rubbery 
rim of her outer cuntlips. 

Wendy closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her 
sweaty palms. Never, never had she felt anything this overwhelming, this 
exciting before! Swallowing hard, the young teen shifted her thighs from 
side to side, pushing up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her 
legs. She was spread open completely, moaning under her breath. She felt 
herself catch fire, running with the hot lava of her cunt-juice. How good it 
all felt! 

"Your cunt's real hot, baby, real hot for a good fuckin'. That's what I'm 
gonna give it soon as I have a little fun." 

Wendy's young mind quickly became overloaded with the rush of delicious 
sensations that shot up from her cunt. She didn't understand what he meant. 
Fun with her? She moaned again, feeling Jack pulling her down on the bed. 
All will and strength needed to fight him had evaporated under the rising 
heat of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . " 

Wendy felt him rubbing her pussylips together. As the sensitive meat heated 
up, the girl began rocking her thighs back and forth, slamming the backs of 
her shivering legs against the mattress. She could hear the headboard 
hammering against the wall behind her as she moved and thrashed under Jack's 
skillful manipulations. And then he was back on top of her, his body 
pressing hers into the soft mattress, his legs pinning hers down while he 
lashed his tongue down into her throat. Spit bubbled out of their mouths and 
ran down her chin. 

"Oh yeah, baby, you want it bad, real bad. You dig havin' me do this to you, 
don'tcha?" 

"Oh no, no," Wendy lied, gasping for air after the long kiss. 

"Fuckin' lyin' slut." 

Moving his hands up Jack twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair, 
pulling at the strands, yanking at them until the teen yelped and cried out 
in pain. Laughing at her distress, he dropped his head once more, laving her 
nipples with spit. She felt his tongue working over the white flesh of her 
tits, then felt his lips slip back up to her nipples, teasing them before 
his teeth resumed biting the hard, itching tips. 

"Ughghhhhhhh . . . " 

At the same time Jack tore at her hair. The double spots of pain made her 
yelp again, arching her spine while digging her heels into the mattress. 

"Christ, you're somethin' else. Could cum right on top of you now, know 
that, bitch? But I got better things in store for you." 

Jack let go of her hair, slipping back down to her pussy. He was holding her 
firmly by her jutting hipbones once more, panting into her cunthole. Soon 
she felt his hot, rough tongue licking over the swollen lips of her cunt. 
How good it felt having a man licking his tongue up between the swollen 
labia of her pussy! And then she felt that slick thing slide inside her, his 
nose pressing up against her clit! Wendy felt her body falling apart, 
exploding under the wild sensations. With another groan the girl shoved up 
against his mouth, forgetting about the recent pain he'd forced her to 
endure. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . oh God, God, don't do it . . . oh don't do this to me!" she 
begged. 

But Wendy would have killed to keep that tongue between the tight slick line 
running between her cuntlips. Again and again the girl exploded, twisting 
against the hands now cupping her ass. How good it felt to have his tongue 
scraping against the raw, tender membranes of her virgin cunt. 

"Go for it, bitch. Come on, move that ass around," he growled, slapping her 
ass again and again with the flat of his hand. 

Wendy like that slapping, warming sensation. How it added to the tense itchy 
ache throbbing through her cunt! And now while she gasped and moaned and 
twisted under him Wendy felt him shoving a finger up her ass! Yes, he was 
actually pushing a finger up against the wrinkled flesh of her asshole! The 
girl tucked her ass away from the offending digit, receiving a sharp slap 
across her asscheeks for her efforts. 

"Owwwwww!" 

She was starting to hunch rhythmically against Jack's sucking mouth. Up and 
down, up and down, her ass slapping against the groaning mattress. Realizing 
what was happening, the stud pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of 
one hairy hand. 

"No, babe, you ain't gonna cum this easy," he muttered, pulling several 
cunt-hairs from between his front teeth. 

Wendy looked up through her blonde eyelashes, feeling as if she would 
strangle from her tightened chest. 

The rope! He was holding it in his right hand now as he knelt in front of 
her, checking it for weak spots. How her cunt ran with juice! Wendy was so 
ashamed of herself, laying there stark naked, her cunt so hot she thought it 
would set her pussy-hairs on fire! Her mother had told her about how 
"excited" a woman could become. But no one could have made her believe it 
could be like this! She wanted to beg Jack to fuck her. She wanted to feel 
his hard cock tearing through her cherry and plowing through the moist 
cuntmeat behind! But Wendy remained quiet, staring hotly at the big stud as 
he doubled the rope then slid back a little farther from her thighs. 

"On your belly, slut." 

Grabbing her wrists, Jack flipped her over violently. Resting her face on 
one cheek Wendy gasped, wondering what he was going to do to her. He told 
the girl to slide her arms back and put her wrists together. Obediently 
Wendy did as she was ordered, stretching her arms behind until her wrists 
were almost touching her ass. 

He looped the rope around and around her wrists, binding them so tightly 
together the girl could feel the resulting tension cutting off the 
circulation to her fingers. She started to complain but a quick slap against 
the back of her head told Wendy not to say another word. 

"Now bend your fuckin' legs back! Come on, don't give me no shit!" 

"Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me," she whimpered into the pillow, 
bending her knees and raising her legs back until her heels were touching 
her fingertips. 

Jack continued his roping, threading the line around her ankles several 
times in figure-eight fashion until they were secured to one another. The 
big stud finished his binding by knotting her wrists and ankles to one 
another, pulling her arms back a little farther until the tension around her 
shoulders forced her head up an inch or two from the pillow. 

"Owwww! This hurts! Oh God, please, loosen the ropes! Oh please, I-" 

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Jack groaned, shaking his head. "You yap too 
Goddamned much, baby. I'm gettin' fuckin' tired of hearin' you bellyache to 
me." 

Sliding off the bed, Jack ambled back to the bureau drawer, fishing around 
inside until he found a small black rubber ball about two inches in 
diameter. Grunting in satisfaction at the find, he held the instrument in 
one hand, pulling a roll of masking tape from the drawer as well. Wendy 
trembled as she heard him returning to the bed, knowing there was more to 
follow. 

"Your old lady keeps the place stocked pretty fuckin' well. I been a good 
teacher for the bitch," Jack said, pulling a length of tape from the roll 
and biting it off. 

"I can't believe this!" Wendy gasped, shaking loose hair from her eyes. "My 
mother would never do something like this. She-" 

"Christ! Shut up, slut!" 

With that Jack reached around and shoved the ball hard against her front 
teeth, threatening to knock out her teeth if she didn't open her mouth. 
Swallowing hard once more, Wendy did as she was told, gagging as she felt 
the large ball slide between her lips and lodge just behind her front teeth. 
Jack sealed the ball in with several layers of the sticky tape. 

"That's better," he said, smacking his lips in approval. "Now we're gonna 
get down to some serious fuckin'. " 

She felt his fingers gripping her by the shoulders, turning her around until 
she lay back on her spine. How her shoulders ached from the tension! She 
could hardly move, the rough hemp binding her wrists and ankles so tightly 
together! Jack sneered at her then reached down and pulled out a soft pack 
of matches. 

"You know, some women dig havin' this done to 'em. I ain't tried somethin' 
like this on your old lady yet but she's headin' for it. Might as well see 
what the fuck her daughter does, right?" 

Wendy watched with growing terror as Jack pulled one match out from the 
book, closed the cover and struck the thing alive! A yellow-orange flame 
exploded from the tip, filling the air with the pungent odor of burning 
sulfur. 

The girl twisted against the ropes, her perspiration wetting down the line 
as she followed the flame carefully. Jack was laughing softly, moving the 
fire down, down until the rounded base of the flame was an inch away from 
her right nipple. 

"You know, when you touch a woman's nipple with this fuckin' thing it gets 
red all over. I bet you didn't know that." 

"Mfffff . . . nfnnfnfffff!" 

Wendy felt beads of sweat break out on her forehead while her flesh crawled 
with horror. He was going to burn her! He was going to singe her nipples 
with that horrid flame! She twisted her wrists and ankles until they 
cramped. She couldn't move away from that awful fire hovering over her right 
nipple! And now it was descending. She could feel the sharp warmth stinging 
her I 

"Yeah, nice and warm . . . real nice and hot and red." 

"Yaghghghfhhfhhfhffffff!" 

The flames of hell shot through the girl as Jack touched the burning match 
head against her nipple. She arched her back as best she could, tugging 
wildly at the ropes chafing her wrists and ankles. The pain wouldn't stop! 
Jack laughed more loudly at her distress, moving the fire back and forth, 
watching as the injured nub turned a brighter red. 

"Damn!" 

The flame singed his fingers. Fanning the match dead, he grabbed the book of 
matches again and struck another. He was toying with her, dropping the flame 
back to her right nipple, then moving it up just before it touched the 
burned nub. Wendy felt her bowels beginning to fail her. Would she disgrace 
herself right here in her mother's bed? How terror was turning her into a 
frightened, mindless animal! The former excitement she'd felt with Jack 
faded under the rising horror of gross, painful mutilation. 

"No, baby. We'll try another part," he muttered, moving the flame past her 
belly and down toward her cunt. 

"Uhhfhhffffff!" 

Jerking her head up, Wendy watched with widening eyes as he moved the 
burning match down to a stretched tendon in her right inner thigh. The 
glowing end reddened her skin a little and she writhed against the strong 
bonds. A small sob moved past the rubber gag and she looked from the match 
to the big stud's face. His blue eyes actually glowed with excitement. This 
was what Jack loved-what her mother loved! The thought would have sickened 
Wendy to the heart if it hadn't been for her present horrid situation. 
"Uhfhhfhhffff!" 

The girl strained once more against the ropes. He wasn't touching her flesh 
yet but the flame was still burning her. The line of pain moved closer and 
closer to her cunt. The blonde teen moved her naked ass against the sheets, 
feeling them gather up under her shifting, tensing asscheeks. 

"Yeah, baby, come on, move around, show me just how much you want this 
little number. Damn!" 

Again Jack snuffed out the flame, reached in and pulled out a third match. 
Once more he was slipping it, burning, down between her legs, touching her 
flesh and them moving it away before the fire seriously injured her. Wendy 
could hear the whispering crackle of her cunt-hairs burning and singeing 
under the attacking fire. Throwing her head back, Wendy let out a shriek 
around the rubber ball, the cords of her neck sticking out as a pulse 
throbbed through her forehead. 

" Yaggghghghgggggg!" 

The pain was horrible! The heat felt as if Jack had shoved a white-hot poker 
into her cunt. The gag held her jaws widely apart, keeping her mouth pried 
open and stifling most of her frantic cries. Wendy could feel her hot tears 
as she prayed for God to let her die now rather than suffer this hell. 

"Ughfhhfhfhhfffff!" 

Unable to stop herself, the girl was surprised to feel her cunt-juices 
flowing again at the touch of that burning match. There was a hissing sound 
and then the burning pain was gone. She had extinguished the fire with her 
own body. Wendy sagged back into the mattress, the damp sheets clinging 
uncomfortably to her flesh. 

"Thought you'd dig somethin' like this," Jack muttered, shoving his matches 
back into his shirt pocket. 

Wendy only cried silently, wishing this would be over with. 

"One more thing, baby. Keep those fuckin' legs spread open for me." 

Wendy did as she was told, assuming he was going to fuck her. She tried to 
ready herself for the attack, numbing her mind and body while taking long, 
deep breaths. She swallowed the hot, salty saliva that had gathered behind 
the gagging rubber ball and waited. 

"Uhhfhfhffff!" she cried as Jack reached into his other pocket and pulled 
out a long black-handled switchblade. 

"Use this around town. Drivin' a truck in Watts and East L.A., man, you 
gotta have this kinda shit just to keep your head on, you know?" he said, 
pushing a small silver button at one end of the handle. 

With a savage click the double-edged blade snapped to full six-inch length! 
Wendy's eyes bulged out, her shoulder blades pressing hard against the 
sweat-dampened sheets. The overhead light made the razor-sharp blade 
glitter, nearly blinding the terrified girl. 

"Nofoofofffff!" Burning, and now this! 

"You're one hell of a nice-lookin' chick. I'm gonna love fuckin' your brains 
out, baby. This is gonna be nice, real nice." 

He was talking to himself now, running the point of the blade along the sole 
of her right foot. Wendy gasped, chomping down on the rubber ball until her 
jaws ached. Jack held the knife in an easy, accustomed grip and swiftly 
sliced a thin line across the girl's right thigh. The pressure was great 
enough only to leave a thin white trail. Wendy thought she would die from 
terror! 

She tried to inch away from the sharp pain but the ropes kept her from 
moving. Again she thought her bowels would fail and she would shit all over 
herself. How she wanted to beg Jack to put his knife away, to leave her 
alone. But all he did was lick his lips, running one finger over the cutting 
edge of the long blade. 

"I like watchin' a woman's ass move, man," he said, his voice thick with 
emotion. Reaching down, he turned Wendy over onto her belly, kneeling down 
behind her and spreading her asscheeks with his free hand. 

Wendy was shaking with complete terror. She held her face against the pillow 
as she heard Jack telling her terrible things about her cunt, describing her 
ass. 

"Man, it's good watchin' you move your ass like that. Yeah, you're really 
scared of me, ain'tcha? You oughta be. I could cut your cunt out right now." 

Jack was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths filled the girl's 
ears. He slid closer behind her. How Wendy wanted to disappear, to die 
rather than let this happen to her. But there was nothing she could do. She 
felt his fingers prying her cunt open until the wet, sticky line of her 
pussy cleft was exposed once more. 

"Uhfhhfhffff!" 

Jack slid the blade across one ass-cheek and then the other. Wendy wanted to 
cry. Instead she fought back the tears and tried to remain still, knowing 
that if she moved the knife blade might pierce her skin. What other horrors 
would this man visit on her? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Ohhhh yeahhh, baby, yeahhh! Keep that ass movin' when I touch it with this 
mother." 

Suddenly the blade moved away. Wendy relaxed for a second, wondering if this 
terror were over. She felt a trickle of cunt-juice ooze from her cunt and 
then a shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. Jack was pressing the 
flat of that awful sharp, narrow blade from her clit down to the bottom 
junction of her cuntlips! 

"Just like a dog," Doris said, laughing. Carol giggled uneasily. "Right." 

"So, what's up? Still want to go out to the farm?" 

"I was hoping you'd ask that," Carol said. 

Two hours later they were cruising along a county highway, Doris at the 
wheel, Carol beside her, Dori's black Labrador panting and whining in the 
back seat. Doris gabbed about this and that, but Carol only half listened, 
nodding, or grunting a yes or no from time to time. It was all small-talk, 
and Carol had other things on her mind. Like that huge dog in the back seat. 

She was afraid that at any moment he was going to bite her head off. He kept 
breathing down her neck, sniffing at her. She didn't dare look at him. He'd 
surely take her glance as a signal for him to leap into the front seat, 
clawing her and slobbering all over her. She wished Doris had left the dog 
at a kennel or with the neighbors. The day was hot enough, and that dog only 
made the heat in the car worse. And the smell of him and his breath made her 
want to hold her nose. 

Doris hooked the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and made it snap 
like a rubber-band. 

For just a moment, Carol caught sight of Doris's blonde muff. 

"Look at me, hardly a stitch on and I'm still sweating like a dog." Doris 
glanced in the back seat. "Pardon the expression, Job, honey." 

The dog whimpered, pushing his huge black head over the black of the front 
seat and drooling on the brown vinyl. 

"Job, get back there! Behave now, we'll be at the farm soon and then you can 
run off all that energy." Doris picked up her cigarettes and shoved in the 
dashboard lighter. She offered Carol the pack. "Have one. It'll warm you 
up." 

"I don't smoke," Carol said. "And I'm not cold. Just had a freak chill. You 
know how those things are." She tried to sound as pleasant as possible, 
although she was still uneasy in Doris's company. 

"Of course, darling," Doris said, lighting her cigarette. She inhaled 
deeply, then blew out a blue cloud, steering with one hand as she smoked. 
"Just sit back and relax. We're almost there." 

Carol sat back, but she couldn't relax. She felt tense and sweaty. The dog 
continued to breathe down her neck, and the sun poured in stinging a groove 
down to the girl's cuntal mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from Wendy's 
clit slackened off for a bit but the terror of being cut badly was still 
there. 

"Come on, baby, come on and move that old caboose for Jack." 

He slapped her ass several times, reddening the tensing, full white 
asscheeks. Wendy felt herself growing hot, so very, very hot. She was 
shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that red-knobbed cock jerking and 
twitching inches behind her. She wanted him to jam that thing into her cunt, 
to rape her brutally just as he'd threatened to do. 

"Uhh!" 

Jack was poking the knife at her asshole now. The pin-prick stabs forced the 
rubbery ring of her asshole inward, almost breaking the skin. For an 
instant, for one wild moment, Wendy let herself think that Jack was going to 
fuck her in the asshole instead of in the cunt! 

"Ohhh, man, man, can't decide whether I'm gonna get you in the ass or sink 
my cock down in your pussy. Yeah, think I'll take the cunt right now. I'll 
ass-fuck you later, little girl." 

Jack's fist was moving on his slippery cock-shaft faster and faster, his 
face streaked with perspiration. A shock of his black hair hung over one eye 
as his sweat trickled down his pecs. He was poking the tip of the blade into 
the puffy outer edges of Wendy's cuntlips, then stabbing it back against her 
asshole. Wendy rolled her ass as best she could, feeling the oily, slippery 
perspiration rolling down her thighs. 

"Bitch pig! You dig this even though you keep screamin' for me to let you 
go. I'm gonna fuck you now, baby-gonna fuck you so hard you ain't gonna be 
able to walk for a week!" 

Wendy heard the knife clatter against the floor as Jack tossed it down. He 
then reached for her thighs, spinning her back onto her spine and forcing 
her legs wide apart. How her cunt tensed and burned for his cock. There, 
sticking straight out of his halved Levi's was his cock-the head now purple, 
some fluid oozing from the slit in the center of the blood-heavy 
double-lobed cockheaad. 

He slipped on top of her quickly, the weight of his body hurting her 
shoulders and knees. But Jack loved it, running his fingers over the 
straining ropes and moaning against her throat while blindly stabbing his 
cock against her pussy. The salty drop of pre-cum on his prickhead set her 
clit on fire. Wendy rolled her head from side to side, strands of her blonde 
hair clinging to the edges of her mouth. Slowly, gradually, Jack eased his 
prickhead into her cunthole, the fat knob stretching her tense, trembling 
membranes deliciously! 

"Uhfhhfhhfhffff!" 

Bright fires exploded in her head again and again. He was fucking her! God 
in heaven, her mother's lover was fucking her! Wendy groaned, the ropes 
seeming to pull more painfully at her arms and legs. How her thighs ached, 
the muscles hardening and cramping while Jack slipped inch by thick, heavily 
veined inch into her pussy. 

"Uhh . . . man, you're . . . uhhh . . . tight, baby. Guess this is your 
first fuck, huh? Man, your old lady's cunt's tight as a fist. But this . . . 
man, I ain't fucked virgin pussy since high school," Jack snorted, shaking 
the beads of sweat from his forehead. 

Wendy felt her cuntal muscles cramping, snapping shut in the invading prick. 
Jack stiffened, his face slackening at the tension. 

"Man, I ain't never known a bitch could do that," he growled, reaching down 
with both fingers and pinching her thighs brutally. 

Wendy screamed, snapping her head back as the sharp pain knifed through her 
cunt. Still her muscles wouldn't let go. It was an involuntary reaction, 
something she had no control over. But nothing she could say would convince 
Jack. The big stud slapped her thighs several times, trying to stuff more of 
his cock-meat into her cunthole. 

When the teen's cunt still cinched tight around his cock-rod, Jack dropped 
one hand into her cuntal thicket. Wendy felt his fingers curling around 
several of her hairs. Raising her head, the girl blinked away hot tears and 
watched his horrid fingers snake through her bush. And then with a sharp 
upward twist Jack yanked a fistful of her wiry curls from her cunt-mound. 

"Yagghghfhhfhfhfffff!" 

Wendy closed her eyes tight, feeling the world explode around her once more. 
With another cry the girl swallowed hard, her cuntal muscles relaxing. 

"Thatta girl," Jack said, his face beaming with the savage triumph. 

He was rocking his hips from side to side, making his cock-knob rub harder 
against her cuntal walls. She could feel him splitting her in two. And still 
he fucked her, leaning forward, bracing both hands on her shoulders. How the 
weight of his body hurt her bound arms! He stopped at times, shaking more 
sweat from his face, then began rocking his hips, sliding his prick into her 
mercilessly. 

"Feel good, baby! You like bein' roped up like some Goddamned mother-fuckin' 
calf and fucked? Yeah, yeah, I can see it in your eyes," Jack gasped, 
pulling at her hair again until Wendy cried out around that rubber gag. "You 
like bein' roped and branded, baby, just like your old lady. A real chip off 
the old block." 

How he enjoyed reminding Wendy of her mother. That image was almost more 
painful than experiencing his tortures herself. 

"Ohhh man, man, nothin' like feeling' a nice, hot, wet pussy wrapped around 
my prick," Jack panted, droplets of his sweat dripping onto Wendy's flat, 
heaving belly. 

The girl bit down harder on the rubber ball, feeling her stomach literally 
bulging with his fat length of greasy cockmeat. Frantically Wendy tried to 
judge just how deep he had fucked her. It was a weird feeling having that 
additional warmth in her body. There were times when she could feel his cock 
jerking, actually twitching inside her like some kind of frightened animal! 
Wendy found herself moving her hips a little. How strange! The resulting 
feeling was much more pleasurable than she'd thought it would be! Jack 
noticed her response and grinned, shaking a shock of black hair from his 
eyes. 

"Gotcha movin' your ass even more. You dig me fuckin' you, 'specially after 
I warmed you up with the blade, eh baby?" 

Shamed, Wendy turned her head away. It was true. The unnamed horror of being 
tormented by Jack had been a powerful spice. And now she was writhing under 
his body, twisting against the ropes and loving the chafing sensation it 
caused against her wrists and ankles. Wendy found herself almost smiling at 
the thought of Jack fucking her. 

"Ohhhh, baby, baby." 

He was all the way in! Yes, yes, she could tell he was all the way inside 
her! Wendy could feel his hot, leathery balls nestling between her thighs. 
Raising her head again, she peered over her jutting tits and saw his hairy 
groin rubbing against hers! Jack was staring hotly at her, his lips still 
smiling. 

"Fuckin', baby, that's what we're doin'. And man, oh man, you're makin' me 
so Goddamned hot I could cum right now. Fill you right up with my jizz!" 

How his filthy talk excited her. Wendy let out a series of quiet whimpers, 
feeling his cock jerking around inside her. How weird! And yet, how 
wonderful having her body spread open that way, a man's cock wedged tightly 
between the velvety linings of her seepy cunt. Oh God, she wished it would 
never end! 

"Uhhfhhffff!" 

Jack was pulling out. She could feel his cock withdrawing, the itchy, 
trembling walls of her cunt shrinking back together behind the retreating 
head. Something very warm dribbled down over her upturned asscheeks, seeping 
into her asshole. She was juicing so much! 

"Shush, doll. That wouldn't be neighborly. Out here in the country we don't 
avoid our neighbors." 

As the boys sloshed toward them, cocks wagging like clubs, Carol didn't know 
what to do. She thought about running for cover, thought about burying 
herself in the sand, but before she could even move to get dressed, the boys 
were standing at the foot of the blanket, their eyes darting as they took in 
as much of the two women as they could. 

"My aren't you two handsome!" Doris crooned, and the boys giggled 
self-consciously. A tear of fucklube leaked down the underside of the 
redhead's prick, and the blond kid scratched his balls. 

Carol, sitting up, hugged her blouse to her. She wished she were dead. There 
was no escape. 

"This is Carol," Doris said. "And I'm Doris. We're both glad to meet you." 

The boys mumbled their names, the redhead being Mark and the blond, Jeff. 

Doris slid over, opening up a gap on the blanket between herself and Carol. 
"Come on." She patted the blanket. "Join us." 

"Doris, I don't-" Carol started to say, but the two naked boys were suddenly 
wedged between them, and Carol was forced off onto the sand to avoid body 
contact with the blond youth. 

"What school do you boys go to?" Doris asked. 

"We'll be going to high school in town this fall," the redhead said, his 
voice thin and weak. 

"Freshmen," the blond added, the word quavering from his throat. 

"I think I'll take a nap," Doris said, and she settled back and closed her 
eyes. Her tits heaved as she breathed, and the two boys, resting back on 
their elbows, stared at her in silence, their pricks tapping at their skinny 
stomachs and drooling pools of fucklube in their navels. They both breathed 
louder than Carol's obscene phone-caller. 

Carol settled back on the hot sand, drawing her jeans on top of herself in 
addition to the blouse. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth. She'd never 
felt more tense and miserable in her life. She wished to God she could fall 
asleep and walk up to find the boys gone. She'd never been more awake in her 
life, though. Opening one eye just a crack, she saw two hands jerking up. 
and down on two cocks, the moist foreskins of the two boys making the rubber 
gag. Again and again the girl cried out, her face reddening as perspiration 
streaked the cords on her throat. She sobbed, the bruising fingers making 
her stiff nipples ache and throb. 

Jack leaned forward again, clamping his teeth around her throat. Wendy 
snapped her head to one side, screaming through the rubber ball. As much as 
she tried, the girl couldn't top the near-mechanical swiveling of her ass. 
She could no longer prevent her sexuality from exploding every piece of 
morality her mother had carefully laid in her for years. The girl felt only 
that need to climax, to cum with this animal fucking her. The more brutally 
Jack fucked her, the more she needed to feel his cock pummeling her cunt. 

"Come on, baby, come on and make it. Man, can tell you're . . . uhhh . . . 
you're hot, really hot to cum with me!" 

It was true! Wendy loved the sound Jack's washboard belly made each time it 
slapped against her sweat-stained ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his 
cockbush against her asshole. Every scratchy black curl seemed to find a 
nerve-ending around her asshole to tickle. The itching, burning sensation in 
and around her cunt and asshole drove her half-crazy. Wendy shoved back 
against the stud's pounding cock, her ass weaving and jerking against the 
big man. 

"Cum, you little slut, come on and cum!" 

Cum, Yes, that's what she was going to do. Suddenly the word exploded 
throughout her mind. Feeling Jack's fingernails clawing at her nipples, 
Wendy sobbed and groaned, loving the pain and hating it at the same time. 
The combination of that odd stretching in her cunt and the gouging, tearing 
pain around her nipples blanched her mind. All she wanted to have was those 
feelings increase until the pain and the swelling and the hot sparks 
exploding from her clit all melted together, blowing to pieces that swelling 
ball of tension in her belly. 

"Yagghhhfhfhfff!" 

Wendy cursed silently, her head rolling from side to side. She drilled her 
fingernails against her bound palms while squeezing her thighs against 
Jack's hammering body. How she wanted to throw her arms around him and hold 
him close to her. But the ropes kept her steady against the sagging 
mattress. Again she concentrated on her nipples and how Jack was squeezing 
her high-riding, round tit-globes. The twisting, scratching pain in her 
nipples was like the fire running through all her nerves! 

"Oh man, man gonna burn out . . . gonna blow, baby, blow my wad right in 
ya!" Jack's head was leaning back, his eyes cinched shut while his lips 
parted. He was making strangled sounds while his hips kept moving, hammering 
against her cunt. 

"Umfmmfmfmmffff!" 

Wendy knew he was going to spill his jizz in her pussy. Crazed with sex, she 
felt lusty bolts of lightning pierce her clit. All her muscles spasmed as 
Jack let out a hellish yowl. 

"Ahhhhhh fuck it out, baby! Come on, man move that fuckin' ass. Ughhhhhhh . 
. . " 

Wendy growled like an animal, a low, harsh noise tearing from her throat. 
The whirling knot of excitement in her crotch was exploding. How she hated 
that excitement and loved it at the same time. It was that mixture of love 
and hate she felt toward the man who rode her with his vicious fuck-thrusts. 

Wendy heard the squishing of her juices between the steady, heavy slaps of 
his belly against her ass. For one weird moment she thought her cunt would 
break his cock off! The image exploded in her brain and made her pray for 
that weird reality. And then, with a furious, savage jab, Jack let loose, a 
white-hot blast of cum splattering against her cuntal walls. Wendy could 
feel the steady gushing of hot spunk eating into her pussy like acid. She 
gasped, blowing out the breath she'd held around the ball. 

The first massive jolt of her climax shattered the girl like crystal, her 
sphincter going into spasms. Wendy thought she could hear herself screaming. 
She was screaming, yelling and yowling through that rubber gag as best she 
could while Jack kept on her, his jabbing, gut-spraying cock sending gob 
after gob of cum from his tight, swinging balls. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Ann Urban lay huddled in a ball in the basement of her home. It was so cold 
and damp her teeth chattered against one another. Curling her fingers, she 
rubbed her upper arms briskly, feeling her soft white flesh puckering up 
into goose-pimples under the fine hairs of her pussy. She'd been there for 
some time, listening to the uneven sound of her nervous, terrified 
breathing. 

Pushing her long hair from her eyes she looked around the basement. This 
terrible course she'd chosen was taking such odd turns. How the idea of 
fucking with someone like Jack Hennesey had excited her! In all the years of 
her successful but sexually dull marriage, Ann had secretly wanted to be 
swept off her feet by some animal like Jack. 

How good and nice her husband had been, always polite, always thinking of 
her and Wendy. And yet there had been something missing, something she'd 
wanted and needed. In the years following Hank's death, Ann had done all she 
could to bury that feeling. But every now and then it would creep up, making 
her cunt so hot! 

How her heart beat when she thought of some shadowy figure slipping from 
behind the thick blue drapes in her bedroom, cock in hand, with only one 
thing on his mind! How she burned for that! And now she had ither animal, 
her own private, exciting hell on earth. Of course, there was Wendy to 
consider. Tonight her daughter was at her girlfriend's for a late study 
session. 

"Come here," Jack said, leaning against the half-opened work cabinet door. 

Ann shielded her eyes from the glare of the yellow bulb overhead. The bright 
shaft of light hurt her after these past hours in the darkness. It was their 
little game, their way of playing exploded with pleasure. Her toenails 
clawed the boy's humping ass. The delicious thrills of orgasm whirled 
through her crotch, spreading to all parts of her body. "Fuck me! Fuck me, 
fuck me!" She couldn't get enough of this feeling. Her cunt overflowed with 
the boy's jism and hot, sticky gobs of the fuckcream leaked down her 
asscrack. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Carol lay weak and dizzy in the sand, only semi-conscious. She hadn't 
experienced an orgasm like that since her wedding night. As the boy's prick 
slipped out of her, she sighed, and her cunt made a few sucking 
contractions. 

"We gotta go now," one of the boys mumbled. Suddenly the boys were galloping 
up the stream like a couple of colts. 

Carol rolled back onto the blanket, exhausted. "Why'd you let them go?" she 
me?" she stammered. 

Ann moved back, pressing her ass and shoulder blades against the wall. Jack 
didn't answer. Bending one leg, then the other, he took off his boots and 
socks, rolling his Levi's a bit. Ann watched with growing curiosity, her 
skin tightening around her crinkling nipples. 

Jack was watching her closely too, his eyes narrowing while his fly began 
tenting. Yes, he was getting hard watching her cringe. Doing this sort of 
thing turned him on as well. He was smiling like a wolf about to eat his 
prey. Closing her eyes and sucking in a ragged breath, Ann thought of facing 
him with a knife in her hands. The thought of that strange kind of dueling 
made her pussy tighten. 

A wild notion that she could beat him rose inside her. She raised her chin 
and smiled back at the big stud. Ann had not seen what Jack had been doing 
by the double sink during her moments of reverie. A blast of hot water 
smashing into her belly just below her rib cage quickly brought the woman 
around. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Her eyes widened while her mouth opened to a large O. 

Jack had screwed a large green garden hose into the spigot of the basin. He 
turned the water on hard as he held the hose with one hand, directing the 
heavy stream on her body. Ann fell backward, one hand scratching at the gray 
cinderblock wall. The steady spray blinded her to nearly everything except 
the dull yellow light ahead. Jack laughed at her moving the spray to her 
ankles, then up to her throat. Ann turned her head away, putting one hand up 
to her nose to keep from drowning. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . oooohhhhh!" 

She skidded across the wet concrete floor. It was like trying to keep her 
balance on ice! Thoughts of her daughter drifted through her mind as the 
water cooled and gurgled down the depressed rain some ten feet in front of 
her. The sound of that steaming jet of water roared in her ears, nearly 
deafening her. Jack had to shout in order for her to hear him. 

"Used to clean pigs somethin' like this back on the farm in Arkansas!" 

"Nooo!" 

This was going too far! The last time there had only been a few ropes, some 
slapping, and then a good, hard fuck. But this was something else. He was 
going beyond what she thought was fantasy bondage. Ann opened her mouth in 
order to be heard but Jack moved the stream up to her throat, the pressure 
of the hot water muting her. Coughing and gagging, Ann twisted her head 
around once more, attempting to catch her breath. 

Steadying herself against the cinderblock wall, Ann turned around, glaring 
at him. 

Surely he knew what he was doing to her. Surely he could see the distress 
she was in now. He'd crossed the limit she'd set and again the woman tried 
to shout at him to stop. 

"No, no, I don't want this any more!" she cried, her face reddening from the 
effort of screaming. "I want you to stop! Please!" 

But her words went unheeded. Again and again Ann screamed at Jack. But again 
and again he ignored her, playing the stream on her reddening flesh. 

Jack kept the water around her throat for a moment, sending her knotted 
blonde hair curling around her neck like a rope. Then, just as quickly, he 
moved the water down to her ankles. The sudden move knocked her off balance 
and with a sharp cry Ann found herself toppling over, falling heavily to the 
floor. 

"No!" 

Desperately the woman tried to stagger to her feet once more. The thought of 
being helpless at the hands of someone apparently out of control terrified 
her. Jack knocked her back down with the stream directed against her crotch. 
Again the woman opened her eyes, her hands flying out to either side of her 
body. 

Flailing her arms to either side of her body, Ann fell backward, her head 
striking the wall behind her. Doubling up, she opened her mouth wide as Jack 
concentrated on her clit. 

She felt something like a flash fire race through her aroused pussy and 
suddenly her will to fight, her disgust that had been rising against Jack, 
disappeared like a morning fog under the sun. 

"That's it, Ann. Yeahhh, you like that now, don'tcha? You like havin' the 
water movin' around in your hot little cunt, eh?" 

Jack laughed again, throwing his handsome head back while keeping that 
clit-stiffening spray on her cunt. Ann found him directing the spray on her 
thighs, then moving it up to her belly, hefting first her right tit, then 
her left, the ricocheting droplets stinging her stiff clit so teasingly! 

"Uhhh . . . stop this! Oh God, you don't know . . . you don't know what 
you're doing!" she panted, crossing her arms once more over her tits and 
dropping her hands to her crotch. 

Jack responded by directing the full stream against her cunt. There was no 
way she could get away from that awful water! Tucking one leg under the 
other, Ann rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the hot 
stinging stream. Her long hair tangled once more around her neck and mouth, 
nearly choking her. She fought to get free of the water, crawling on her 
belly and elbows, her flesh squeaking against the concrete floor. 

"Yaghghhg . . . ooodhhhh!" 

Jack dropped to his knees, holding the hose now around the dulled brass 
nozzle. 

"That's it, that's it! Crawl around . . . go on, crawl on your fuckin' 
belly. I like seein' a woman on her fuckin' belly crawlin' through the mud. 
That's what cunts like you oughta do every day." Jack wiped the droplets of 
saliva from his lips. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Again he directed the hot water up against her crotch. Ann pretended that 
water was some huge tongue, Jack's tongue, eating her out, touching all the 
most sensitive spots of her body and making her pant for more. The image 
stayed with her, burning its way into her mind as that hideous spray touched 
her clit, then shot into her pussy. How her cuntal walls spasmed at the 
prickling touch of those hot droplets! nothing, nothing in the world could 
have prepared her for this delicious surprise! 

"Ughfhhfhff!" 

Ann gasped, her slick body moving on the damp concrete. She didn't want to 
turn around and stare back at Jack, the force of the hot water would drown 
her. She tried to turn to her side, keeping her back to him. But Jack kept 
the water on her no matter which way she turned. Gasping once more, the 
woman tried to keep her face and tits turned away from him. But there was 
just no chance. She had to writhe on the floor, all the muscles in her 
shapely body working against the water. Jack shouted obscene names at her. 

"And your daughter," he began. 

But then he stopped himself, drawing up and moving the water up to her 
crotch again. What had he said about Wendy? had he touched her? no, no, that 
was impossible! She'd been far too careful. She had even taken down all the 
pictures of her daughter from the wall before Jack came over. Wendy must 
never know about this. As much as she loved doing this, Ann knew the girl 
could never understand. And the shame of seeing the shock in her daughter's 
eyes would kill her. 

Jack kicked her over once more, blasting the water against her tits. She 
felt her aroused nipples driving like itching, hot spikes into her tits. She 
could feel the whole mass of each tit aching with arousal. Yes, that's what 
it was, sexual arousal! That stream of water was turning her on as if it 
were her lover. The external heat of the stream and the inner heat of her 
lust combined to make the woman pant. 

"Go for it, bitch!" 

"Oh, no, no . . . " 

Ann drew her hands over her face. She was ashamed, ashamed at crawling 
around on her hands and knees, ashamed of showing just you." 

Lust washed through Carol's body. She clenched her teeth, ramming her ass 
back at the humping hound, grunting as his long hard prick fucked her. As 
his claws nearly broke through the tender skin of her waist, she remembered 
the young woman in the film, remembered the blood trickling down the woman's 
flank as the dog fucked her. The pain caused by the Labrador's claws excited 
her. She twisted in his grip, forcing him to dig his claws in deeper, to 
clutch her to his humping belly tighter. His prick screwed deep in her cunt, 
its hot pointed head jabbing at sensitive folds in her fluffy cunt walls. 
Electrical thrills drilled through her cuntmeat, passing like prickling rays 
through her loins. 

"Mmmmmn!" she moaned, her eyes filled with hot tears of lust. "Fuck meee! 
Ohhhhh, fuck meeee!" 

"Animal!" Doris taunted. "Filthy animal slut! I always knew you were one. Ya 
love it, don't ya? Don't ya?" 

"Yesss," Carol whispered, her voice quavering, and Doris laughed like a 
satisfied witch. 

Carol closed her eyes, enjoying the fucking, reveling in the delicious hot 
sensations that clawed through her lust-swollen loins. She felt so naked, so 
hot, so dirty she wanted to scream at how wicked and free she was. She was 
being fucked by a dog. She couldn't believe it. Opening her eyes, she 
glanced over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't dreaming. 

The dog was there all right, gazing straight ahead, his black body humping. 
His prick made juicy noises in her cunt. As he panted, his long dangling 
tongue flapped and barely audible grunts came from his throat. The sight of 
the huge dog mounted on her ass shocked Carol less than the sight of Doris 
crouched behind him. The buxom blonde had her face pressed up under the 
dog's tail, and although Carol couldn't make out exactly what Doris was 
doing, she heard slurping noises and she could guess. Doris was either 
licking the dog's asshole or lapping at his balls, probably both. 

She knew she'd never witness anything more disgusting or filthy in her 
life-a woman sucking on a dog's shitty asshole, a woman chewing on a dog's 
bristly balls. The dog apparently enjoyed it. He screwed more frantically 
than ever now, his prick flexing and shivering as he fucked. Carol faced 
ahead again, humping madly, banging her ass against the dog's belly, 
screwing herself silly on his squirming prick. her head tilting back while i 
her ,hips shamelessly rocked and rolled under the steady lapping hot stream. 
She closed her eyes and lay there completely exposed to Jack and the" water. 
She hoped he would stop when she started to cum. It would hurt her so much 
if he kept the water directed on her clit while he sputtered and sparked 
with climax. 

"Ughghghhh . . . oh yes, yes, yes," she panted, coughing when the water shot 
up to her face. 

It was happening soon! Ann almost nodded her head, agreeing with Jack that 
she was a slut. She twisted up her hips, her belly tightening over her 
jutting hipbones. Hot water dribbled into her clenching asshole as she began 
to feel more and more erotic. The lustful mass of feelings in her crotch 
accelerated, sharpening to a surgical intensity as the water droplets beat 
steadily at her red clit. 

"Noooo!" 

Ann wanted to feel that tremendous sensation of climax, that feeling of the 
world crashing down all around her as she came and came and came. She ground 
her teeth together, trying to force that delicious peak over her. And then . 
. . and then Jack moved the hose away from her cunt, directing the heavy 
stream at her toes. 

"Ughhfhhghghg . . . " 

The woman groaned in frustration. She'd been almost there, an inch within 
climax! She could already see the exploding golden glow on the horizon. And 
now it was gone. The sudden loss of heat in her pussy made the rising wall 
of lust inside her cunt slip. 

"What's the matter, baby? your lover leave you?" Jack taunted. 

With that he shot the stream back into her cunthole. Ann jerked her legs, 
her head snapping from side to side while her hair whipped over her jiggling 
tits. Her excitement soared higher than before. Jack was taking very careful 
aim with his hose now. His adept movements added to the hot rush of feelings 
running all through Ann's body. 

Again Jack blasted a stream over her belly, then up to her tits. Ann felt 
the water toying with her nipples longer this time. Again she thought of the 
image of a long hot tongue sucking at her nubs, bathing her tits in spit 
while fingers worked over her pussy. Then he was directing the water back at 
her cunt once more. When would this end? When would the torment and teasing 
be over and he would finally fuck her? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"God!" 

Clawing up the wall backward, Ann did all she could to bring herself off. 
Nothing mattered now, nothing but the hot, clenching feeling of a climax 
roaring over her body. She had to have that stream on her clit. The whole 
top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger. Her hips rolled and circled, 
looking for that last bit of sensuality. Jack was fumbling around with 
something behind him, still keeping that hose trained on her body. 

"Uhhh . . . ohhhhhhh!" 

Suddenly a jolting blast of icy water hit her cunt dead center. Ann screamed 
as if someone had stabbed her. Her body shuddering mightily, she pitched 
forward, her hands crossing over her cunt protectively while her legs shot 
out. She felt her cunt clench like a fist, the walls slapping loudly 
together. Dear God! She had nearly cum, had nearly brought herself off when 
that devil switched temperatures on her and frustrated her attempts at 
self-climax. 

The icy stream seemed to flow out even harder than the hot had. It played 
over her body, always returning to her cunt. Ann twisted and groaned. She 
couldn't believe the way her cunt was clenching between her legs! The 
freezing water seemed to immobilize her cunt, holding it at the unbearable 
height of each throbbing pulse for seconds at a time. 

"Yaghghghhg!" 

It was like having a million tiny blades slicing painfully at her flesh. 
When the water blasted over her tits, Ann thought the freezing cold would 
choke her. She kept taking short, gasping breaths, her lungs filling with 
air. Her chest spasmed, battling against the awful chill of the second icy 
stream. She could hear Jack laughing more loudly than before at her 
reaction. All she wanted was for the awful streams of water to stop! 

"Come on, Ann baby. Yeahh," he said, moving the stream up and down her cunt 
as if it were a teasing cock. "You wanted to cum so bad. Cum now, cum on the 
water." 

The woman felt herself spinning totally out of control. She wanted to scream 
but the water and gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her. Yes, 
she was cumming, cumming with an awful fury. The woman had thought the cold 
would frustrate her. But instead it egged her on, pushing her over the 
brink. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" 

Ann writhed on the floor, agonized by her constant cuntal contractions. The 
sound of the water drowned out the laughter and filthy talk coming from 
Jack. The woman strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out again and again 
by her orgasm. The bright basement darkened and Ann reached out with one 
hand, clawing fingers on the cement. 

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

Her skin seemed painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the 
chill. Ann reached the other wall, still clawing to get away. The naked, 
cumming woman climbed up, her head snapping back with the clit-wrenching 
spasms of her climax. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

The water hit her shoulders, pinning her tits against the wall. Ann's arms 
spasmed, cramped, then collapsed. She slid down to the floor, the room 
darkening even more. She felt as if the whole world had seeped into her cunt 
then blown to pieces. The water stopped and the woman fell into a sudden 
silence. 

How long she'd been unconscious Ann had no idea. Blinking her eyes softly, 
she saw the overhead light bulb filtering through her blonde lashes. 
Gradually reality began to seep back in. She felt herself dangling on 
something, resting on a table that was very hard. She breathed slow and 
easy, hiding the flutter in her belly. Turning her head, Ann saw she was 
stretched out flat on her late husband's well-equipped workbench. 

"Uhhh . . . " 

Opening her eyes a little further, she saw Jack was naked now, his cock 
sticking out straight from his groin. Another spasm of lust passed through 
her cunt. He was busy putting something together just behind her head, still 
unaware that she was awake. She could hear his heavy breathing. He sounded 
almost asthmatic, his breath a wheezing whistle with every exhalation. She 
knew what that meant. He was terribly aroused, fighting for control while 
his cock brushed over her right palm. 

"Yeahh . . . " ' 

Ann put every ounce of her being into remaining quiet, her breathing 
sounding almost as if she were still asleep. Jack began walking around her 
then, his breathing came from one side, then the other. Then she felt his 
warm hands pulling at her waist. She cringed at the touch, but Jack didn't 
seem to notice. She let him put her hands together above her head, drawing 
the wrists together and then binding them with a length of rope. She felt 
another flutter ripple through her cunt as the hemp rubbed roughly against 
her wrist-flesh. The rope tightened. 

"There," Jack muttered, drawing the free end of the line above her head and 
attaching it in a slipknot to the foot of the bench. Briefly Ann wondered 
why her feet and ankles were left untied. The splintery wooden table 
shuddered slightly as Jack fumbled with something underneath. Then she felt 
the table tipping. Yes, that was right! Hank had said something about 
getting a workbench with a pivot at one end-something about making it easier 
to work on various kinds of wood carving he had planned. Poor Hank! He had 
had so many ideas that had never materialized. 

Jack muttered something under his breath and Ann felt the table tipping 
more. Her head gradually rose, the pivot at the small of her a back 
squeaking with the steady movements. Curious, Ann let her eyelids open a 
whisker's width. She found herself facing a cinderblock wall. 

"Uhhhh . . . " 

The table nearly reached vertical. Ann's ass scooted down the rough surface 
until her arms were stretched tight from her body weight. She remained calm, 
working her wrists against one another. Then she realized her feet didn't 
reach the floor! She was as good as hung from the ceiling, the rope biting 
painfully into her wrists. 

Jack crossed her line of vision. He stood there, one hand cupping his balls, 
the fingers working rhythmically over his blood-heavy cockhead. She closed 
her eyes again. For one mad second Ann thought about fighting back, about 
kicking him in the crotch. But what would that prove? 

Her thoughts were savagely interrupted and Ann doubled up, her knees jerking 
up to her tits as Jack swung a doubled fist into her belly. The woman 
gagged, her eyes flickering open and reflecting the dulled agony wrenching 
her guts inside out. 

"Thought that'd wake you up," Jack hissed, rubbing his knuckles against his 
lips. 

"Ohhh, stop this! You're going to kill me," she moaned, finally finding her 
breath once more. 

Never, never before had he ravaged her like this. Something was going 
terribly wrong! There was no game going on now. No. It was for real, 
something in the way he looked at her told her that. Now real fear made her 
sphincter tighten, real panic showing up on her face. 

"So, you wanted to play all kinds of games with me, right? Now I'm gonna 
show you the kinds of games I play." 

Ann shook her head, her arms aching so much she could have cried. Again she 
tried to stop him with her desperate pleas. 

"No, Jack, please, let me go," Ann said, trying to keep her voice level and 
calm. "I'll pay you . . . anything, just untie me, all right?" 

But her terror was apparent. Jack rocked back and forth on his heels, 
raising one hand, then bringing it down hard against her face. Ann shrieked, 
the fingers burning her cheeks. Before she could catch her breath Jack 
backhanded her, his knuckles nearly dislocating her jaw. Her screams 
stopped, stifled by her rising agony and panic. Ann sagged in the handcuffs, 
her toes barely touching the concrete. 

"Bitch!" 

He lashed out again, beating her face again and again until the woman feared 
he'd disfigure her. Stopping, Jack leaned toward her, panting heavily 
against her throat. 

"You're gonna pay, baby," he began, his spittle flecking over her face. 
"Gonna pay for all the times broads like you teased me then left me high and 
dry. Gonna feel good givin' back somethin' to a cunt like you." 

"No, no, I'm not like that," Ann pleaded, terrified. 

Jack said nothing, pulling back, then dropping one hand to her crotch. At 
first she thought he would toy with her, excite her as he had earlier. Then 
he twisted his fingers around, grabbing at her cruelly. She felt him 
twisting his hand around in her cunt, pulling at the hairs until they tore 
from her pussymeat. Ann arched her spine, beating her head against the 
table. She yowled and screamed until her throat ached and throbbed from the 
effort. 

"Ysaghghghgh! Yaghghghghh!" 

That pulling, tearing sensation gnawed through the woman. She jerked her 
knees up again, beating them against one another, desperately trying to 
spare her cunt from the awful ravages of Jack's tearing fingers. 

"Oghghghhgh!" 

She gurgled and sobbed, choking on her own spit as the big man yanked out 
yet another fistful of cunt-hairs. 

"Damned cunt! You won't parade that fuckin' ass around me any more-not after 
I get through with you and your cunt!" 

He slapped her again across her face and the tops of her tits. Ann 
struggled, dragging herself higher up on the table. She could feel the 
splintery wood digging painfully into her naked ass. And the ropes! They 
seemed to hurt her more now as Jack slapped her again and again. She 
screamed at him, dragging out filthy words and curses she couldn't remember 
having learned before. The shrill power of her screams bounced off the 
walls. 

"Little fuckin' shit!" he shouted in her face, his spit drenching her 
flushed cheeks. 

He dropped his right hand back down to her pussy again, pulling out more 
hairs, then tearing into her hot cuntflesh once more. She felt her clit 
burning, on fire. 

"Ohhhh . . . you . . . you animal! You Goddamned animal!" she cried as Jack 
kept beating her, grabbing more of her cunt. 

She fought higher on the table. Jack alternately laughed and growled at her, 
his words lost in the red fog settling over her brain. In a moment the woman 
felt him hunching against her thighs. Even as she bit at his hand she could 
feel the tension rising up in her belly. The pain in her crotch and his 
vicious beating aroused her just as the water had turned her on. 

"That's right, Ann. You call me any fuckin' name you want if that turns you 
on. You're still nothin' but a fuckin' slut." 

He was still ravaging her. But now something had changed. The twisting and 
tearing in her cunt was slower. Ann moved her hips, feeling the rough 
splinters tearing at her slick ass. She noticed the change in Jack's voice 
too. The growling had become almost a low purr. In a moment she felt Jack 
shoving his face between her tits, licking the tits, then moving his head 
around until he began chewing on her hard, red nubs. 

"Oooofffff!" 

How his front teeth hurt as he chomped down, leaving marks on her blood-red 
flesh. He growled like an animal and she could feel his mustache rubbing 
against her sensitive tit-flesh while his tongue lashed her brutally. Ann 
moved her thighs from left to right, feeling her cuntal juice running like a 
river of molten lava. She looked down again, seeing his cock sticking 
straight out and rubbing against the side of the bench. 

His balls-oh, they were so big, so filled with jizz! Ann swallowed hard, 
remembering how good it had felt when Jack had first fired his load deep in 
her cunt. And it was going to happen again. No matter how much he'd fucked 
her before, she wanted him all the more now, especially after the roping and 
beating. 

"Over, baby. Gonna fill another hole you got-one you probably ain't been hit 
on since you been married," Jack said. 

With that he slipped his hands under her belly, lifting her from the table 
somewhat, then twisting her around until her arms crossed one another and 
her belly pressed against the raised workbench. Ann tilted her head back, 
resting her chin against the wood. Her knees scraped over the table top 
while her toenails cracked against the floor. What was Jack doing? Then she 
felt him loop more rope around her left ankle, tugging tentatively up, then 
bending her leg completely until her heel was nearly touching her ass. 

As she groaned a little, Jack slipped the rope around the base of her 
throat, wrapped it once around her neck, then brought it down the other side 
of her body. She tilted her head back a little more, twisting it to one side 
so she could breathe! 

"Now for the other one." 

Jack gripped her left leg, bending it as he had the right, looping the rope 
around her ankle and securing it with a double figure eight. The rope 
remained secured around her throat and shoulders, threatening to cut her 
windpipe in two if Ann moved too suddenly. 

Jack pulled back, his hands dropping to her ass. The woman moaned, feeling 
his fingers cupping her asschecks and squeezing the resilient flesh firmly. 
He was pulling her ass-cheeks apart slowly, the resulting tension opening 
the sticky warm crack of her pussy and ass. Her chest heaved with the deep, 
gusting breaths she took. Ann turned her head carefully to one side, making 
sure the rope wouldn't slip any further and cut off her air. 

"So, baby, you think you're so fuckin' proud and sassy now, huh? You think 
you got lots of guys followin' you with their eyes, fuckin' you in their 
minds now?" he taunted. 

Ann closed her eyes in mute defeat, dangling in that roped, awkward 
position. Her large tits were flattened by the pressure of her body against 
the tilted workbench. Now the splinters bit into her cunt, her nipples, her 
thighs. She whimpered softly, wondering what new horrors Jack was going to 
visit on her. Her pain and excitement were both so great that Ann didn't 
notice a shadowy movement directly above her. Someone was peering in, 
watching through the dirty narrow windows looking out onto the back rock 
garden. 

Jack stepped up to her, his cock jutting out, touching her rounded ass. Ann 
groaned again, her shoulder joints starting to really hurt. Positioning 
himself with his legs spread wide apart, he grabbed her hipbones firmly, 
pressing his knees against the backs of her legs. 

Immediately Ann knew what he was going to do! She jerked her head to one 
side and screamed, feeling the rope slide down her throat and threaten to 
cut off her air. She stopped, digging her fingernails into the hard wood, 
her heart pounding so hard the woman thought it would tear through her 
chest. In a second she felt the blunt head of his cock-rod rubbing up 
against her ass. "No, oh no!" 

"Take it, you Goddamned bitch! Take it all, right up the of asshole!" 

"No, oh God, God! It . . . hurts!" 

"Yeah, that's what it's supposed to do, dumb cunt!" 

Ann screamed louder, feeling the pressure tearing her to pieces. She felt 
his fingernails scraping over her flesh, tearing at her skin while he braced 
his cockshaft with one hand. Jack kept shoving in, the ache spreading to her 
ass, then to her belly. Before the woman could even catch her breath, he was 
already inside her, huffing and panting behind her. In a second his hands 
rose, clawing up to her tits, pinching and squeezing them hard until she 
cried out. Ann knew she wanted that cock up her cunt, not shoved in her 
asshole! 

More inches throbbed and jerked into her ass. She squirmed, moving her ass 
back toward the heavy-haired belly rubbing over the tops of her asscheeks. 
How it was tearing her, splitting her in two. Ann felt the pain even more 
now that his cock was nearly halfway inside her ass. That wide cockhead 
seemed to go down forever, making the backs of her legs ache. The weight of 
her body pulled painfully at her arms and awkwardly bound legs. "Buy it, 
bitch!" 

His cock snaked into her asshole more and more until the head slipped into 
her ass all the way. 

"Oh God!" Ann cried, completely blown away by his cock. She wondered how 
long she could stay conscious before passing out from the pain. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oooofffff!" 

Jack was in her all the way! Ann could feel his cock twisting and sliding up 
her ass, his balls flattened out against the bottoms of her asscheeks! She 
inhaled sharply, twisting her bound shoulders against the wood, her legs 
aching. How the ropes dug into her ankles! Her spine ached from the awkward 
curling while Jack fucked her asshole long and hard. 

Hot tears sprang to her eyes as the woman fought to relax, yes, relax. That 
was the only way she'd be able to take this cock up her ass without falling 
completely to pieces. 

"Man, oh man, it's somethin' else feelin' my cock up your ass, lady," Jack 
grunted, his fingers crawling over her belly, then sliding up to her tits. 

He knocked his body purposely against hers hard several times, making her 
torso jiggle against the ropes that held her wrists and ankles bound 
together. The resulting agony made Ann shriek, jerking her bound body 
against the wood first, then bouncing back against Jack. He pinched her 
nipples cruelly, rolling them around and around while sticking yet another 
inch of his cock-rod into her. 

"Oh God!" 

Ann jerked her head back, letting out a sharp cry. He was pulling out slowly 
now, withdrawing his cock from her asshole. Strange needles of pain/pleasure 
bit into her ass-flesh, making her cunt flutter. It was as if someone had 
attached a vacuum to her ass! Ann felt her insides turning around, puckering 
outward as Jack pulled more of his prick from her ass. 

"Ohhhh . . . " 

Her muscles knotted, cramping painfully around her upper arms and thighs. 
The big stud kept withdrawing until almost half his cock throbbed outside 
her stretched asshole. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, baby, that looks real good," he muttered, peering down at 
her asshole. 

Ann felt him rubbing his callused fingertips over the wrinkled flesh of her 
asshole, massaging it, rubbing the tightened muscle until the woman felt it 
gradually relaxing. 

"It's real nice, watchin' your ass bein' split open like that by my cock. 
Christ, lady, you got one hell of a nice, hot tight ass!" 

"Please . . . " 

Ann's mind went blank as she felt him shoving his cock back into her ass. 
His fingers were nearly crushing her ribs now, hurting her terribly while 
his knees kept hammering against the backs of her legs. Again he shoved his 
crotch all the way down and in, his wiry cockhairs tickling her ass. He was 
rubbing his hipbones up and down, stirring his cock around in her guts like 
a giant spoon. Ann sobbed, feeling the resulting drag of her cuntlips 
against one another. 

"God! Oh God, God!" Ann bawled, the juice seeping hotly from her fuzzy 
cuntal crack. 

"Oh man, man, gonna shoot off! Blow my wad right in your fuckin' ass, 
Ann-baby. Yeah, that's it, suck it up, suck in my cockmeat!" 

His words burned into her brain. The straining ache of her arms and legs 
seemed to disappear under her rising heat. 

Ann moaned under her breath, cramping her legs as she tried to ease the 
pulling agony around her wrists. How the ropes burned her flesh, nearly 
cutting the circulation from her fingers and toes. And all the while Jack's 
cock hammered into her ass, splitting her like a log! 

Once more Jack let out an obscene torrent of words, his cock pulling all the 
way out. The resulting vacuum sucked at her bowels. Ann jerked and twitched 
like a speared fish, her body slamming hard against the upended workbench. 
At times the woman thought she would faint from the pulling pain of the 
ropes holding her in this unnatural position. But all the while her cunt 
kept her awake-her pussy, hot and slippery, the walls sucking out, searching 
for the cock that was reaming out her asshole. 

"Gonna . . . uhhh . . . gonna do it, baby," Jack stammered, his fingers 
pinching her nipples more cruelly than ever! Gonna cum . . . gonna fill you 
up with . . . uhh . . . gonna . . . fuck!" 

At the same time she could feel thick, shooting masses of his jizz burning 
into her asshole. Ann screamed wildly, her body hitting the workbench table 
again and again. The splinters knifed into her rubbery, open cuntlips, some 
of them biting into her clit. It was more than the woman could stand. The 
tension of the ropes knotting up her arms and legs, the ass-fucking, her 
pussy pricked by those awful splinters, Jack's fingers massaging and 
pinching her nipples-everything conspired to push her over the edge. 

Jack slipped his hands down until his fingers were straying around her 
cunthole. Ann bolted backward, her thighs tensing, the tendons bulging 
against her flushed, pink skin. He was touching her clit now, pinching it as 
he had pinched her nipples. Electric sparks of delight showered into her 
cunt. 

The pleasure scorched her veins, driving her to heights she had only 
imagined. The smashing rhythm of her orgasm shattered her. Ann's overloaded 
brain exploded as she kept that prick inside her asshole. Fucked at both 
ends-the fingers in her cunt and that awful, ripping cock in her ass! She 
felt jizz oozing from her asshole and let out a wild, hysterical laugh. 

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby, nice fuck . . . real good hard fuck!" 

Slowly Jack came down from his high, giving Ann several quick sharp jerks 
before pushing out. His hands braced around her spine, his fingers sinking 
into her flesh as he drew his softening cock out slowly. "Oh no, no . . . " 

Ann sagged against the tilted workbench, feeling her world slipping away 
from her. She had never felt so empty in all her life. Jack had slid his 
cock out of her asshole and now was fumbling around with the ropes holding 
her ankles bound against her asscheeks. Ann didn't care. She groaned as the 
hemp eased around her ankles. How her cunt ached for a cock! In spite of the 
massive orgasm that had slivered her body, the blonde wanted a good hot 
fucking. 

"Whew, baby! That was one hell of a fuck," Jack commented, pulling the long 
piece of rope from around her ankles. 

He grabbed both legs, easing them down until her toes nearly touched the 
floor again. Then he took her by the shoulders, twisting her back around. 
She hung there, arms stretched above her head, her ass flattened against the 
workbench. Ann could see Jack fully now-see his wonderful, hard-muscled 
body, and the flaccid cock hanging between his legs. How she wanted to touch 
it, to arouse his prick so he could fuck her where she needed it. 

"You still want my cock, don'tcha, baby? You still gotta have that mother 
stuffed up your cunt before I leave, right?" 

"Oh yes, yes," Ann gasped shamelessly, shaking her head from left to right. 

Let him think her a slut! Let him call her a whore! Ann didn't care any 
more. Just thinking about the way she'd been fucked and tormented without 
having a cock fucking between her thighs drove her wild! Cum oozed from her 
stretched asshole as she rubbed her ass against the splintery wooden table 
top. Fuck. Fuck. She wanted to be fucked once again! 

"Gimme some time, baby. I'll give you what you want-in spades." 

Jack puttered around the basement for the next few minutes, rummaging around 
looking for more rope. Ann burned with desire, watching his cock. The dull, 
throbbing ache in her crotch was becoming sharper now, her cuntal muscles 
knotting up as she thought about Jack fucking her again! 

In a few more minutes Jack was back, several pieces of rope hanging from his 
right hand. Ann's shoulders ached from the pulling weight of her dangling 
body. Her legs still hadn't quite recovered from the awkward position they'd 
been bent during the last ass-fucking. Was he going to tie her up again? 

"No, just fuck, just fuck," she whispered, shaking loose hair from her eyes. 

Ann flinched once more as he looped some rope around her right tit, circling 
it and then stretching the line to the left tit and doing the same. Slipping 
the rope tighter and tighter, Jack was squeezing her tits down and in, 
making her nipples stand out from the surrounding flesh. "Ooooo!" 

Ann threw her head back, the throbbing ache in her nipples matching the 
pulsing between her white, shivering thighs. Jack tugged at the line, 
laughing as the woman winced and cried out in pain. His eyes glittered once 
more. And, peering down, Ann saw that his cock was once again hard and ready 
for fucking. 

"Oh yeah, baby, move it around, move it around to show me you dig them roped 
tits!" 

He was on her now, squeezing her nipples while rubbing his prick against her 
cunt. Her pussy warmed, simmering, hotter than ever before! Her cunt needed 
that hard, ramming cock! The nerves in her asshole still sang with delight 
from jack's savage fucking and now her pussy was going to undergo the same 
wonderful torment. 

"Oh God!" 

The ropes were squeezing her tits purple. Jack slapped her hard across the 
chin to shut her up, his big hands lifting her slightly as he positioned 
himself for the initial fucking thrust. 

"Thinkin' about how it's gonna feel me slip-as pin' my cock into you?" 

"Oh yes, yes!" she shamelessly admitted. 

All that mattered now was that cockhead rubbing excitement into her cunt. 
Ann felt the hot juices seeping from her cunt, oozing through her wiry, 
frazzled pussy-hairs. It was wetting down the wide flare of his prickhead, 
exciting jack incredibly as his hands trembled around the tugging, painful 
rope. 

"Ohhhhh . . . that hurts me so much . . . oh God, stop it!" 

Of course Ann knew he wouldn't listen to her. It was a game now, a game of 
pain and pleasure she enjoyed more and more with each passing second. The 
big man rolled his hips upward, his cock shoving up against the top of Ann's 
cuntal mound. His fingers tightened around her upper arms while his legs 
spread hers apart. The splinters knifed into her flattened ass as Jack 
shoved in. 

Ann felt his cock pressing her clit. She sighed, her fingers working against 
one another. She could feel an electric charge seeping from her clit, making 
her pussy wink shut in sexual excitement as jack began fucking her once 
more. 

"Man, oh man, second time tonight and I'm goin' nuts over this bitch," he 
muttered to himself, tugging at the tit ropes once again. 

Ann found herself rocking her ass from side to side, feeling his cockhead 
squeezing in and frying up in her bubbling juice. Jack was getting into the 
act now as well, sucking and biting at her neck, every nibbling caress 
sending flashes of lust rushing up and down her spine. She shivered with 
more excitement. 

"That's it, baby, rock those fuckin' hips so I can get in easy." 

Ann did as she was told, shifting her thighs from left to right, bending her 
knees slightly and spreading them to either side of Jack's body. She felt 
the greasy cleft of her cuntflesh slip over his cockhead. Again Ann moaned, 
curling her spine, feeling her body splitting wide open on that thick tower 
of cockmuscle. She let out a low moan from her throat, wanting that cock 
deeper in her. She needed that sense of added warmth in her body, that 
feeling of something very hard and unyielding deep in her cunt. 

Another inch! Yes, he had slipped another inch of his cock into her. Ann 
kicked her legs out a second time, the balls of her feet striking the 
workbench again and again. Jack was working his fingers around her nipples, 
abandoning the horrid squeezing rope for the moment. When she felt him pinch 
her nipples hard, the woman screamed loudly. 

Swearing violently, the big stud centered his cockhead over her pussy, 
pumping up quickly and filling her steamy cunt out in her arms as she felt 
his cock fill her belly. She moved her hips from side to side more quickly, 
pressing her pussy onto his cock. "Ohhfhhfhh!" 

Jack grunted in response, shoving forward and upward with a greasy slide. 
Ann shook violently as if she were having a seizure. Jack dropped his head 
and flicked his tongue in her mouth, shoving it down to her throat while 
pumping madly into her pussy. 

"Man, fuck it out, bitch. Fuck that cunt out till you make me blow again!" 

He was kissing her again, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Ann's tongue 
writhed against his now. It fenced and battled with Jack, communicating her 
desperate, perverted needs. She sucked hard, drawing his lips into her 
mouth. The thought of fucking him drove her mad. The rising heat in her cunt 
made her a wild animal, pumping her thighs up and down, from side to side. 

No longer could Ann feel the ropes cutting into her wrist-flesh. The ropes 
around her tits added to the hot, itchy excitement burning in her cunt. The 
woman forgot about her daughter Wendy, about her fears of being discovered. 
All she cared about was the fucking she was getting from him, that hot, 
tight feeling of a big cock up her cunt! 

The mass of sexual tension in her belly swelled, pressing against her clit. 
her asscheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again, rubbing hard against the 
table top. Jack dug his fingernails into her asscheeks, pinching them, 
stretching them apart from the cum-sticky crack separating them. Ann could 
feel the insides of her thighs alternately chilling and burning while Jack 
continued to hammer away at her clit. She could feel her entire body 
melting, turning into a kind of rubbery mass as she tossed her hips around 
with a wild abandon. 

"Cum, baby, cum with me," Jack groaned, slapping her numbed cheeks again and 
again, dropping his hands to her ass and pinching her until her asscheeks 
were red with his abuse. 

"Cummmmm . . . " 

Ann screamed, her mind splintering again, exploding into thousands of 
brightly colored pieces. She felt that fire starting up between her legs, 
scorching her cunt-hairs, charring her clit. Sparks seemed to fly from her 
pussy, reddening her thighs and surrounding belly-flesh. This was one of her 
most powerful climaxes in years! Ann gasped, her chest tightening so much 
she could hardly breathe! 

"Noooooo!" 

The woman whipped the backs of her legs wildly against the table, tugging at 
the ropes above her until they rubbed her flesh pink. 

"Go for it, bitch!" 

Ann did, her belly seeming to bulge with his cock. Her cunt swelled up with 
excitement. She grunted, feeling his huge cock inside her. Ann felt herself 
tensing, her body getting ready for a wild cum. And then the woman exploded, 
the hard, heavy jolt of her orgasm knocking the wind from her. She wept and 
struggled against herself, clit-stinging spasms striking her again and 
again. 

"Noooooooo!" 

"Oh yeah, baby, come on, make it, go for it, bitch, go for it." 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Ann felt her pussy blow up again. It was milking that cum-spewing prick, the 
labia contracting while her cuntal walls held tightly onto Jack's rod. She 
lost contact with everything except the stud holding her down against the 
workbench. Her head snapped back while her bound tits jiggled. After all the 
torment, after all the humiliation, she'd Finally received what she'd 
needed. 

"Good fuckin' baby, good . . . " 

Jack rested against her for a while, his fingers clawing at her tits. Ann 
closed her eyes and sighed. What a trap she'd fallen into-a silken trap with 
so many pitfalls. But she couldn't get out. She just couldn't because she 
didn't want to. Lying there with her wrists bound above her head, the woman 
knew she enjoyed this kind of bondage, this kind of domination. As foul as 
Jack might have been she needed that as much as she needed air! 

"Let you down, baby. But we're gonna get together real soon. My cock's 
feelin' okay now, but it's gonna get real hot for your ass and cunt again. 
You can bet on that, Ann baby." 

"Just . . . go . . . please," she stammered, her body sliding down the table 
and collapsing into a crumpled heap on the floor after he unhooked her 
bonds. 

Jack laughed at her, nudging her with the tip of his boot, then turned and 
slipped on his t-shirt. There were no good-byes, no loving words. He just 
turned and went, leaving Ann on the floor. Unseen to both of them the 
shadowy figure by the window moved, then disappeared. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"What am I going to do?" 

Wendy sat alone in the living room, her pert little ass sinking comfortably 
into the broad blue cushion. The clock next to her ticked rhythmically, the 
sounds putting her even more on edge. She had seen them! She had seen her 
mother and Jack doing their dirty little things! 

"Oh . . . God!" 

How it chilled her watching Jack rope her mother like that, beating her, 
then twisting her up in that foul position before fucking her in the ass! 
The girl still couldn't believe she'd seen that. Her own mother bound, the 
ropes holding her legs in that grotesque position while Jack edged up behind 
her and slipped his cock into her asshole! Wendy let out another shivery 
groan, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down over her upper arms. Just the 
thought of having something that big and thick slipping between her 
asscheeks made Wendy sick. 

So what Jack had told her before was true! Her mother was into bondage, into 
that savage S & M. Now the girl sat there alone, her knees pressed close 
together, her arms resting in her lap. All she could think of was Jack. How 
her mind dwelled on him! In spite of herself Wendy thought of the way he'd 
towered over her mother! He was so brutally handsome, his sweat-slick flesh 
glistening in the yellow light. There had been times as she'd crouched 
outside and watched them through the dirty basement window when Wendy had 
wished she could trade places with her mother. 

Now it was Saturday. Turning around and raising her lovely blue eyes, the 
girl saw it was almost three-thirty. Her mother had left for work early, 
mother and daughter hardly exchanging a word. What could she say? Wendy was 
terrified that if she opened her mouth something terrible might come out. 
She had to have better control of herself before talking to Ann. 

Suddenly the girl realized that she wanted to see her mother's boyfriend 
again. As hideous and unnatural as it seemed, Wendy couldn't deny it. It had 
been nearly four days since she'd watched the scene in the basement, and 
five since Jack had fucked her senseless. Now she wanted it again. That 
awful tingle in her cunt was getting worse and worse as the seconds ticked 
by. Wendy turned, staring up at the empty stairwell. It was so quiet in the 
house! 

"Oh, God!" 

She stood up, feeling a little unsteady from the excitement coursing through 
her body. Wendy hesitated for another second, thinking of Jack once more and 
then brushing aside any other feelings. 

Wendy stopped at the foot of the stairs, her slender fingers curling around 
the oak railing as she felt the tickling, burning itch in her cunt increase. 
Her cunt felt very hot and very moist. When she walked, the velvety surfaces 
rubbed together deliciously and more hot juice escaped to dampen her 
panties. 

What had Jack done to her? He'd turned on some terrible switch, flicking on 
a power that 

Wendy could no longer control. She shook her head, climbing the stairs. 
Again she had to stop, the friction of her cuntlips over her clit driving 
the breath from hr lungs. 

When she reached the top of the stairs, the girl moved quickly down the 
brightly lit hall, entering her mother's bedroom and pausing for just a 
moment. What would Ann say if she were to know her daughter had been raped 
right there in her own bed? Raped! Wendy smiled, shaking her head from side 
to side. No, that wasn't the real world for what had happened. Perhaps at 
the start it had been rape. But by the end the girl had been helping. Jack, 
reveling in the degradation he heaped on her. 

The teen shook away those thoughts, moving to the bedstand and pulling it 
open. There were the usual things tossed about in the small drawer-change, a 
tissue, a tampon. And there in the corner slipped under a small coral 
compact was a white sheet of paper folded neatly. Wendy hesitated again, 
then reached in with icy fingers to pull it out. 

"Jack's number!" She read the inside of the paper. 

Wendy sat down at the edge of the bed, pausing for a second. The numbers 
swam in front of her eyes as she stared at the neat printing. Did she dare 
do it? Did she dare make the phone call? What would she say? Would he laugh 
at her? The thought of rejection made her suck in her pouty lower lip and 
bite down in frustration. But then what was to become of her? How could she 
control that hot itch Jack had unleashed on her? Even now she could feel the 
moist juices oozing from her cuntslit, making her panties stick to her 
thighs. 

Throwing pride and caution out the door, Wendy reached over and carefully 
dialed the number. Her heart was beating like a bass drum when she heard the 
connection click over and the number start to ring at the other end. One. 
Two. Three. "Yeah?" 

Wendy couldn't speak for a second. Her voice was paralyzed. When she finally 
was able to talk, the words came out in a strained squeak. 

"Jack? This is Wendy. Uh, Ann Urban's daughter," she said, her cheeks 
burning with embarrassment and shame. 

He laughed quietly, rubbing the receiver against his unshaven cheek. 

"I . . . I was wondering about . . . you know, coming over or something." 

Her voice died out at the end of the sentence. Wendy sat there, twisting the 
black coiled cord around in her fingers, perspiring heavily, feeling her 
heart contract against and again as the killing silence continued at the 
other end of the line. 

"So, you wanna get fucked again, eh baby? You like the way I ream you out, 
huh?" 

The words made her burn even more with embarrassment. But at the same time 
they were conjuring up wicked, delicious images of her and Jack, of Jack and 
Ann. In a flash she saw her mother hanging there from the top of the table, 
her body contorted in that awful way while Jack ate out her ass before 
fucking her. She moaned softly into the receiver, drawing her knees 
together. "I . . . I . . . " 

She couldn't answer him. The idea of calling Jack was enough. Would he want 
her to explain just what she wanted? 

"Okay, baby. I got some time . . . got plenty of time for you. Like I told 
you, I had a feelin' we'd be gettin' together fast." 

He gave her his address, then hung up, leaving Wendy sitting there alone in 
the bedroom with the sweaty-hot receiver pressed against one ear. She knew 
she could call it off, a simple phone call would take care of that. But the 
young teen also knew she wouldn't. Things had been set in motion. She had to 
see Jack. 

Rising from her mother's bed, the girl cast a backward glance at the 
mattress that had witnessed her first wild fuck. Chills raced up and down 
her spine once more. Turning around, she marched from the bedroom, stopping 
at the full-length hall mirror just at the head of the stairs for a moment. 
Flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulders, Wendy saw why someone 
like Jack would want her. She had a child-like face even though her body was 
already fully matured, contrasting sharply with the air of innocence she 
maintained in spite of what had happened to her several days ago. 

Hurriedly scrawling a note to her mother that she was visiting some friends, 
Wendy skipped out the back door, pulling the blue wool sweater tightly over 
her narrow shoulders. All the way to Jack's the girl had the feeling 
neighbors were staring at her, pointing at her, knowing exactly what was 
going to happen. It was foolish, of course, to think so. But the girl 
couldn't help it. 

Five blocks away Wendy turned south and found herself facing a one-story 
1930's style farmhouse set back from the street. The yard-or what there was 
left of it-was badly overgrown with weeds. There were rusty cans scattered 
here and there. The house and surrounding yard, in short, was something of 
an eyesore. Squaring her shoulders, the girl looked nervously. The 
neighborhood was quiet except for the distant, occasional sound of a barking 
dog. 

There could be no turning back now. She'd seen movement behind one of the 
dirty curtains and she knew he knew she was standing out there, staring at 
the house. She'd feel a complete fool if she didn't go through with it. 
Wendy was trembling when she began walking up the circular cracked walk to 
the house. The girl could feel her panties clinging to her dampened 
cuntlips. Her cunt was so tingly and excited! Again and again she thought 
about what this man had done to her mother, and what he might do to her. And 
still she couldn't keep herself from moving up the walk. 

Stopping at the front door, Wendy curled her fingers into a fist and knocked 
once. 

The girl held her breath, feeling her flesh tingle under her skirt and 
blouse. She felt her heart grow heavy as it thudded against her chest. She 
couldn't hear anything moving inside. Maybe she hadn't seen the curtain 
move. Maybe jack had gone some place at the last second. What did he care 
about some dumb teenager pawing at his door in the middle of the afternoon? 
The girl raised her hand and tapped twice. Nothing. She turned, about to 
walk away down the path when she heard the doorknob turn. Her heart stopped 
as she wheeled about and found herself facing a bare-chested Jack. 

"Wendy . . . yeah, you came over here real fast," he said, leaning sexily 
against the door frame and peering at her. 

His Levi's fit tightly against his body, revealing everything. He looked 
even more handsome, even more masculine than he had before! Wendy put one 
hand to her heart instinctively, feeling herself swaying dangerously from 
one side to the other. 

"I . . . " 

"Come on in, baby. Been thinkin' about you the last few days. Guess you been 
thinkin' about me too," Jack said, backing away into the darkness. 

Wendy wanted to say something about her mother, about how she'd seen the two 
of them fucking like that! Instead she kept her head down, feeling very 
embarrassed as she shuffled through the doorway. His place, as she had 
suspected, was no palace of cleanliness. Cans and other debris were 
scattered all over the well-worn living room rug and partially drawn shades 
and blinds dulled the day vision inside. Through the dusty haze hanging over 
the room Wendy made out several beaten and battered stuffed chairs and a 
sofa to the left. There was the smell of stale tobacco and the reek of 
alcohol. The odors made her wrinkle her nose as Jack shut and locked the 
front door. 

"Now, babe, whatcha doin' here? Ain't you got schoolwork or somethin'? " 

"I . . . I wanted to talk," Wendy said, desperately searching for words. 

"Talk?" 

"I . . . I thought I'd come over and . . . and . . . " 

Wendy wished she could sink through the floor. Jack was enjoying her 
discomfort immensely, rubbing his stubbly cheek with one hand while grinning 
at her. 

"I ain't gonna talk to you . . . least wise, not the way you're thinkin'. 
Come on," he said, approaching her. 

Wendy shrank back one step, hunching her head in her shoulders while drawing 
her arms inward. Jack paused, his smile broadening. 

"Gonna play that game, eh? The reluctant virgin? Baby, you forgot I fucked 
you good and hot in your old lady's bedroom a while ago, remember?" 

"I . . . uhhh, please, don't talk that way. It's awful . . . awful . . . " 

Jack's smile faded. "Awful, eh? You ain't seen awful yet. I was just fuckin' 
around with you before. Now you're gonna get an idea what it's like to 
really get knocked around." 

He stepped forward, grabbing Wendy by the shoulders. The girl shivered 
inwardly, feeling the heavy, hot grip of his palms on her body. The sweater 
came off, falling in a heap at her feet. She felt his fingers working 
against her blouse, pulling it to either side of her throat until she could 
feel the strain of his movements against her buttons. 

"You'll tear it . . . and." 

The buttons strained even more, then ripped from their anchorage. Wendy 
couldn't move. Jack had her trapped with his muscular hands and arms. Her 
blouse ripped completely open, sliding down her body, falling down from her 
waist to her sandaled feet. She was very conscious of the bra holding her 
full, red-tipped tits in place. Again Wendy thought of her mother, of the 
way Jack had slipped that awful rope around Ann's tits and tightened it 
until her nipples threatened to pop off the end. 

"This place's got a basement, just like your house. Your old lady's got 
stuff in there for our fun. But I got more here. Gonna put you through your 
paces, bitch. Come on!" 

Jack pushed her backwards, pointing with one finger at the kitchen. Wendy 
marched forward, feeling a draft chilling her flesh as she moved through the 
kitchen, past a grease-laden stove to another doorway. Jack reached ahead of 
her, flicking on a switch, then pushing her forward with his chest against 
her shoulders. 

It was like descending into some medieval dungeon! There was a dank smell to 
the air as 

Wendy stepped carefully down the stairs. The steps creaked under her light 
weight, groaning heavily as Jack marched down behind her. 

"You came here for some fuckin' fun, right? I thought you'd be back. Move it 
over there and take your skirt off." 

Wendy again did as she was told, unzipping the short black skirt and 
stepping from it. Carefully she draped it across a near-by wooden chair, 
slipping her sandals from her small feet. There was a bench not unlike that 
in her mother's basement. There were cuff-like rings on either end of the 
bench, rusted chains dangling from all four of them. Ominous thoughts 
filtered through her mind as the girl climbed onto the table and lay 
belly-down. 

"Nice body. Almost forgot what a fuckin' nice ass you got." 

He was sliding his fingers under her bra strap, pulling it up, forcing the 
cups to pinch her tits. Wendy groaned, reaching back to slap his hands away. 
Instead of moving Jack pulled harder on the straps, tearing them from her 
shoulders, then sliding the halter from her body. The girl screamed, feeling 
her nipples scratching over the hard, cold surface. 

"Slip 'em up here, baby, up through the cuffs." 

Wendy felt him grip one hand when she proved too slow. He thrust it through 
the opened cuff at the head of the bench and held it against the bottom oval 
while he clamped the top over her wrist. With some adjustment the iron cuff 
squeezed tightly against her hand, holding it firmly in place. 

Jack did the same thing to her left hand, affixing it into the cuffs, then 
moved around and grabbed her legs and slid them through the iron restraints. 
For a second Wendy thought she'd feel Jack climbing onto her body, unzipping 
his Levi's and shoving his cock into her ass, much the same way he'd 
ass-fucked her mother. 

Nothing happened. She heard Jack fumbling around behind her. Then he was 
back, tapping something heavy against one ass-cheek. Turning her head around 
the girl saw it was a riding crop! Jack held the bound leather end tightly 
in one hand, tapping the narrow tip against one of her asscheeks. 

"Oh no!" 

This was what she had come for. And now that she had it Wendy wondered about 
how wise her coming had been. Perspiration broke out all over her body as 
she twisted her wrists and ankles against the rusty cuffs. To be helpless, 
utterly without power was a terror that not only raised her hair but also 
made her clit stand up against the splinters digging into her cunt flesh. 

"Little girls like you gotta be taught lessons not to call up strange guys. 
Don't never know whatcha gonna get into." 

He was talking with mock seriousness, trailing the tip of the crop over the 
swells of her ass, then taking it away. In a second the girl caught the 
whistling sound of the crop hissing through the air. Before she could think 
the leather instrument lashed into her asscheeks, leaving a long red mark 
that ran diagonally across her jiggling, tormented asscheeks. 

"Eaaaaayyyghghghh!" 

Wendy let out an ear-piercing shriek, her spine curling while her body 
snapped violently against the table. Jack waited until her sobs had calmed 
down. It was better to put time between the blows, making the girl feel them 
fully as they bit into her flesh. 

Wendy tensed her shoulders in anticipation of the next blow, both glad and 
sorry that she'd found Jack's number and thrown herself at his booted, 
sadistic feet. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Yaghghghghhhh!" 

Another blow, this one more savage than the first. Jack nearly jumped up 
from the floor with this attack, his arm tensing, the muscles hard as he 
gripped the crop tightly and brought it down savagely against her flexing 
asscheeks. 

"Nooooo!" 

Wendy pulled and yanked against the cuffs holding her wrists in place, her 
violent movements making the table shake and the rusty chains rattle. 

"Fuckin' slut! Comin' over here to trot that ass around me." 

Jack laid two heavy strokes against her ass, this time crisscrossing them 
with the first two. Wendy shrieked until her throat burned. She wriggled her 
hips, trying to shake off the burning pain that was sending biting shock 
waves to her clit. 

"Bitch!" 

Again the awful word. Again another awful blow, the crop this time curling 
around her asscheeks and searing the sweaty crack between them. Another blow 
touched the supersensitive wrinkled flesh of her asshole, yanking it out of 
shape. Wendy screamed again, her body convulsing as the burning, punishing 
blows rained down on her. 

"Man, you got a nice red ass now . . . nice and red by my crop." 

Tears blurred Wendy's vision. She pressed her lips tightly together to hold 
back any more screams. Soft, anguished moans rumbled in her throat as she 
twisted her head away and pressed one burning cheek against the cold wood. 

Jack changed tactic now, turning the crop around and pressing the handle 
against her asshole. Wendy's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks puffing out as 
she flinched at the cold, leather touch. He was twisting the crop around as 
if it were a screw and he were trying to twist it into her body. "Nooo!" 

Again the memory of seeing her mother being fucked in the ass exploded in 
her mind! There was nothing she could do. Jack had her trapped as he had 
trapped her mother. The girl stopped, her face a mask of terrible 
concentration as the leather crop spread her asshole open. Wendy let out 
another gasping breath, the muscles in her arms aching from the tension. 

Then suddenly Jack yanked out the crop, holding it tightly with one hand and 
giving her two more rapid shots over her ass. Soon Wendy lost count of the 
blows. Her body began shaking convulsively and she felt she was on the brink 
of losing her mind. The pain, the horrible, hot pain seared through her 
body, driving out everything from her brain except the burning agony of the 
beating. 

"Just a little bit more," Jack said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 
"Just a little more to beat out the idea you can trot your cunt over here 
and expect me to be waitin' for you." 

"That wasn't it! That wasn't it!" she cried back, knowing no explanation 
could stop him. 

Jack kepi on beating her ass viciously with the leathered crop. Wendy felt 
the heat of the beating radiating down to her cunt, making her clit stand up 
from the surrounding flesh. She could feel her cunt starting to seep that 
sticky fluid once more. Jack was arousing her with pain and humiliation once 
more, just as he'd done to her mother. She bit her lower lip until she could 
taste the warm, salty blood. Horrible! Horrible! And yet nothing in the 
world could have induced her to escape even if she could have pulled her 
arms free of those rusty iron cuffs. 

Again Jack stopped, shaking the beads of perspiration from his forehead. 
Sliding the crop between his arm and chest, Jack moved around, stretching 
both hands forward and spreading her asscheeks. She could feel the hot, damp 
flesh of her asscrack suddenly exposed to the damp cellar air. Wendy closed 
her eyes once more, wondering if he was going to slide that crop into her 
asshole. He was already fumbling around inside her ass, then letting several 
fingers stray back into her pussy. 

"Yeahh, you're super hot, baby. You got juice comin' outta you like some 
kinda ripe fruit," Jack whispered, sliding his greasy fingers in and out of 
her cunthole, laughing when her muscles grabbed at his invading digits. 

"A real little hell-cat," Jack commented. "You dug havin' that knife, the 
matches, the crop. Man, ain't you the bottomless pit!" He squeezed her 
whip-striped ass hard, then backed off. 

There were the sounds of more fumbling as he continued rummaging around 
behind her. The awful smell of the cellar seemed to increase. Then Jack 
grabbed her roughly by the hair, yanking her head up. Wendy screamed, the 
tearing sensation sending Shockwaves of agony through her skull. 

"Shaddup!" 

Roughly Jack jammed a black rubber ball between her lips. It was just like 
the one he'd gagged her with earlier. This ball had two leather straps 
sticking from either end, straps Jack fixed tightly around the back of her 
head. Wendy moved her tongue behind the ball, sliding it to one side so she 
wouldn't gag on it or the spit gathering behind the awful-tasting thing. 

"Now I'm gonna see how much you can take," Jack promised. 

It was hard for her to turn her head but Wendy managed to raise it enough to 
see Jack pulling what appeared to be sets of heavy black wires from a small 
gray machine to the right. 

"What's that?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear. 

"Gonna fry you up a little, baby. Gonna see if you got a limit," Jack said, 
untangling the black wires, stretching them out. 

Wendy narrowed her eyes, squinting through the dim light. At the end of each 
wire as a small silver clamp. Jack pushed down at one end of one of the 
clamps and examined the fine teeth. Then he twisted it around until it was 
facing her cunt. His eyes caught hers, sneering down at the helpless teen as 
he dropped the clamp down into her cunt-hairs. 

"Oh!" 

Wendy jerked, her ass snapping up in the air. A pocket of air escaped from 
her cunt with a light whooshing sound while a flutter washed over her belly. 
He had attached the cold little thing to her right cuntlip. The fine teeth 
teasingly bit into the hot, swollen flesh, tugging down at her outer 
cuntlabe. Another clamp wound up on her other cuntlip. 

This is insane! she thought. 

Jack could only chuckle at her, uncurling still more wire and shoving one up 
her asshole. The girl let out another cry, clenching her asscheeks until 
they ached. She worked her sphincter outward, trying to dislodge the 
offending wire. Nothing could slip it out, however. 

"Now, for the rest," Jack muttered, moving around to the head of the table 
and sliding his hands down between her chest and the bench. 

In a moment he had attached the remaining two clamps to her nipples, warning 
the girl that if she moved too much the teeth of those things might tear off 
her nubs. Wendy did her best to stay put, carefully measuring her breathing, 
afraid to move a muscle. She lay there, perspiration dotting her forehead. 
The girl had no idea what lay in store for her. But Wendy was certain it 
would be painful, if Jack had anything to do with it. 

"Now we start up." 

He moved back behind her. There was more metallic clanking sounds. Then the 
room suddenly filled with a steady, low-pitched hum. A generator! Of course! 
He had wired her up and was going to electrocute her! 

"Nooooo!" 

She chomped down on the rubber ball, shaking her head, raising it as much as 
she could from the table. Twice Wendy tried pulling her arms free of those 
awful cuffs but the iron held firm. Jack leaned against the warming 
generator, his lips curled in mind amusement as he watched the frantic 
struggle of the young blonde teen. Her ass clenched in fear while her tits 
pillowed even more against the splintery table top. When she began moving, 
the girl could feel the metallic fine teeth biting into her tit tips more 
painfully. Quickly Wendy stopped moving, remembering Jack's warning. 
Trapped! There was nothing she could do except wait for the inevitable pain. 
The girl let out a muffled groan, dropping her head lifelessly onto the 
table while Jack's fingers played over the lit dials. 

The humming increased in pitch. Wendy stiffened, feeling a tingle race 
through her body. Her toes curled until they cramped while her fingers 
shivered slightly in the iron cuffs. She moved her belly experimentally 
against the wooden table while her clit stood up even farther from the 
surrounding moist, aroused meat. That charge was actually turning her on, 
making her pussymuscles tense, relax, then tense again. She found her cuntal 
walls buckling, caving in and rubbing against one another as the current 
stimulated her fuzzy cunthole. Wendy groaned, biting down harder on the 
black rubber ball gagging her. 

"You dig that, don't you? It ain't so bad havin' your pussy warmed up by 
this thing, eh? Almost better than havin' my cock fuckin' you." 

No, that wasn't true and if she hadn't been gagged Wendy would have told him 
so. But as it was all she could do was make muffled sounds through the gag, 
pulling at the iron bands holding her hands in place. 

Jack increased the voltage. Her muscles stiffened, her back curling at the 
added pressure. A strange, hot, possessive force was loose in her body. She 
twisted from left to right, rocking against the splintery wood. Her 
asscheeks jiggled, the wire inside her bowels sparking and fluttering 
against her shitter lining. She jerked her asscheeks up, wagging them almost 
like a tail before bringing them down hard again. How the current passing 
through her cunt made her pussymuscles flutter. And how her clit itched! 

"Ooooffffff!" 

Jack left the setting as it was for a moment, folding his arms and watching 
the girl rock her body from side to side. She was twisting and writhing 
against the bonds holding her fast to the table. Her flesh seemed to glow in 
the dark from the invading electricity as perspiration covered her body like 
a fine coat of velvet. Her knees tensed, hitting the table top several 
times. Jack licked his dry lips, fingering his hard cock through his Levi's 
while studying Wendy's desperate reaction to the buzzing current. 

"Now, we go for the hard stuff." 

"Yaghghfhhfhfhffff!" He switched the dial up two notches. Every nerve-ending 
in her body seemed to buzz with pain and heat. Wendy couldn't move for a 
second, her mind too astonished by the fury of the increased voltage. Sparks 
seemed to be shooting from her body everywhere. Her nostrils flared while a 
steady pained moan escaped from around the gagging rubber ball. Wendy began 
jerking more violently, her arms pulling wildly at the iron arm cuffs while 
her legs tightened, relaxed, then spasmed violently against the bands at the 
far end of the bench. Her nipples were on fire! Wendy screamed again, her 
bones rattling from the voltage. 

"Ain't much of a picnic now, is it, baby? Ain't so good when you got this 
much shit blowin' through your body," Jack commented, his fingers moving 
around the dial once again. 

"Eayyyaghhghghhh!" 

Wendy's face became a blur, her teeth chattering against the hard rubber 
ball. Her legs were jerking regularly now against the iron cuffs holding her 
to the table. The girl thought she could feel her toenails separating from 
her body. 

"Uhhhh . . . " 

The pain became enormous. For a moment Wendy thought she might pass out. 
That would have been a blessing but the hateful current kept her awake, the 
voltage tearing into her flesh, making her nipples burn so Wendy could smell 
them smoking. 

"A little higher, eh babe?" 

Wendy was struck with the force of a hammer. Her tits and belly and cunt and 
asshole were ripped to pieces by fiery knives. Her bones throbbed, 
threatening to shatter. Again and again the girl screamed, her cries choked 
off by the rubber ball pressing back against her front teeth. Jack was 
laughing, watching her writhe and jerk some kind of lab animal. Wendy's lips 
were turning purple while cunt-juice speckled and dried on her rippling 
thighs. 

"Ughhhfhfhhfffff!" 

Yet another notch higher! Wendy went out of control, her body functions 
exploding into chaos. In spite of the agony the girl felt her orgasm 
explode. She was helpless to stop any of the jerking and spasming in her 
pussy and the tearing sensation in her clit. Her climax made her shudder, 
tearing at her body, sending her mind slivering into millions of pieces. 

At a slightly higher setting Wendy thought her asshole was going to blow 
out. The wire shoved deep in her ass was jerking about, sending sparks of 
such hot, delicious agony through her guts. Wendy could feel her bowels 
churning while her cunt exploded again and again in a delicious shower of 
climactic feeling. 

"Fuckin' slut!" 

Suddenly it stopped. Wendy felt the voltage peak, then quit. She let out one 
final howl, jerking her thighs against one another, drawing in several 
splinters from the wooden bench to prick against her clit. She was cumming 
violently, feeling that itchy, throbbing ache grow worse and worse. That 
electricity had helped her get off and now Jack had taken it away from her! 
She groaned and sobbed, digging her shattered fingernails into her palms and 
groaning through the rubber gag. She had to have more stimulation to finish 
her orgasm. 

"Gonna do it, baby." 

Jack reached down, jerking the pincers free. He pulled out the long black 
wire he'd shoved up her ass earlier, watching her roll her thighs 
uncontrollably against the splintery wooden table. Wendy was still trembling 
and sobbing when he stepped out of his Levi's, kicking the faded jeans under 
the table. Twisting her head around, she saw that cock-that long, thickly 
veined cock-throbbing with lust. How she wanted it! 

"Ooofoffff!" 

"Yeah, I know, baby, you want it bad . . . and you're gonna get it!" 

She sobbed again, the spasms in her cunt reaching up into her ass. Wendy 
felt him fumbling with the iron cuffs, loosening them, then finally opening 
all four up. She felt his rough hands slip quickly under her ass, spinning 
her around until she was resting on her back. Jack knelt between her 
slightly raised thighs, one hand slowly rubbing over the inflamed cockhead 
inches from her boiling pussy. 

Wendy stared wide-eyed at him, rutting before the big stud like a shameless 
whore. She saw the slick juice oozing from his piss-slit, greasing down his 
cockhead. Jack took up the juice, smearing it over the tight-skinned sides 
of his cockmeat, making it look so shiny and appealing. Wendy wanted to tell 
him how much she wanted that thing in her pussy but the rubber ball still 
wedged in her mouth kept her from speaking. 

"Now, baby. You're gonna fry me up with that fuckin' pussy of yours, 
aintcha?" 

"Oooohhhh!" 

Jack didn't wait any longer. He leaned forward, his hands pressing against 
her narrow shoulders. Her ass flattened out against the table from the added 
weight as his knees spread her clenched legs farther apart. Soon he was 
riding her, his cock jabbing blindly against her cunt. 

Throwing her arms around him, she drew the big stud closer to her, feeling 
his prick pressing hard against her swollen, spasming outer cunt labia. Jack 
held her just as tightly, us pinning her with his cock. In a second the girl 
felt that spongy hot head gurgling through her pussy, frying up in her 
juices. How her cuntal walls spasmed at the touch of his cockhead! Wendy 
laughed clawing her broken fingernails over his broad shoulders. Jack 
groaned, his hands squeezing her tits while his hips drove forward 
mercilessly. He forced his cock deeper, tearing through the girl's bruised 
cunt, stinging her clit. The itching force of her climax spread even more, 
touching all parts of her body. His fat prick drilled through her like a 
jackhammer, striking her clit again and again with each brutal thrust. 
"Ooofoofffff!" 

Wendy loved it, the lust exploding in her cunt. Jack was grunting out 
something. And then Wendy felt the now-familiar spasms of cumming, his spunk 
spitting against her pussywalls as the girl exploded a final time before 
sinking into a hazy semi-consciousness of orgasm. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

Wendy had no idea how long she'd been out. She had had dreams, terrible 
dreams about Jack and what he'd done to her. When she awoke the girl found 
Jack had added several things to her body. The gag was still there, that 
awful-tasting rubber ball pressing against her back molars. Wendy swallowed 
hard, feeling the hot saliva oozing down her throat. Starting to get up from 
the bench, she found she couldn't move. Dimly the girl became aware the 
cuffs hadn't been put back on her legs but something new was added. Her arms 
were bound closely to her sides, her fingers fanned out and pressed against 
either thigh. 

"Ohhhhh . . . " 

Jack reached down and slipped two fingers between her lips, unfastening the 
leather straps temporarily that held the ball wedged tightly in her mouth. 
The moment that horrid gag slipped from her teeth Wendy let out a long, 
choked cry. 

"That's it, baby, that's it. Let it all out. There's gonna be more." 

"No, no, I didn't know I was . . . was getting into something like this. 
Please, lemme go. Please . . . "the girl sobbed. 

"Why? You're one hell of a hot fuck. I'm gonna have some more fun with you 
before I stick this mother back into your cunt," Jack said, sliding one hand 
down to his cock to illustrate his point. 

Wendy shuddered. Shaking the haze from her mind, she raised her head 
slightly from the table and peered down. Rope! More of it, plenty of it, was 
wrapped around her body. There were four distinct bands of rope tying her 
arms to her sides. The first was wrapped tightly around her tits, pressing 
directly over her hippies and flattening her tits against her upper chest. 
Jack must have wrapped the line at least four times around that portion of 
her body. Another series of rope-wrap secured her elbows to her sides, while 
the third and fourth bound her wrists and hands to her sides. 

As she moved slightly on the table Wendy was aware of yet another bond, this 
one around her neck. It passed over the four separate bindings, slipping 
between her furry cuntlips, cutting into her asscrack, then sliding back up 
to the rear of her neck. When she moved, the girl could feel the rough hemp 
cutting into her cunt, the fuzzy line tickling her clit. She shivered, her 
flesh puckering up into goosepimples at that rough sensation. 

"You been out for a while, baby. But it's good to see you comin' back." 

Jack reached down, hauling the girl up off the bench. Wendy feared he might 
drop her. There was no way she could stop herself from falling. He'd bound 
her arms too well to her body for that. But Jack held her tightly, swinging 
her off the bench, then dropping her gently to the cold, cracked basement 
floor. She was on her knees now, bent slightly forward at the waist, her 
hands turning cold from the tightness of the bonds around her wrists and 
arms. 

"Crawl, baby. That's it, crawl around the fuckin' floor on your hands and 
knees, then come back here," Jack ordered. 

Wendy blinked back the tears, feeling her muscles ache and cramp. She was 
exhausted, tired from the beating, the voltage, and that hot fucking that 
had knocked her out. But there was little she could do to protest. Shaking 
the hair from her eyes, the girl kept her head down as instructed, crawling 
forward on her knees. With each move she made Wendy could feel that rope 
sliding back and forth like a fuzzy saw, the hemp moving back and forth 
against her cuntal walls. For a second the teen thought if she moved any 
more that line would cunt her in two. 

"Oh no, I can't . . . " 

"Goddamn it! Don't gimme no shit about can't doin' nothing', " Jack snarled, 
getting up and walking over to where she had stopped. 

"No, don't . . . " 

He slipped the ball back into her mouth, affixing it there more securely 
than before. Wendy fought back the hot tears as he struck her on the back of 
her head, demanding she continue her shameful crawl. Again the girl moved 
forward, her knees aching from the hard coldness of the concrete beneath 
her. She moved past the hot water heater, her knees scraping softly over the 
floor. Gradually Wendy became aware of her clit hardening under the steady 
rubbing of that half-inch line. Her nipples were pushing up against the rope 
as well, tickling under the steady pressure. Was there nothing that she 
wouldn't do? 

"Back here now, baby." 

Wendy turned with difficulty, crawling on her knees back to Jack, 
perspiration dampening her flesh and wetting down the ropes. When she 
approached Jack this time he had set his boots out in front of him, pointing 
down. 

"Lick 'em," he ordered, reaching down and taking out the ball gag once more. 
"Lick 'em real clean or I'll use the boots on you. You won't be able to talk 
for a week, there'll be so much fuckin' shoe leather in your mouth!" 

Wendy stared down at the dust-covered boots, instinctively licking her 
tongue over her lips. It was filthy, awful! But she could already feel the 
steel toe slamming hard against her side, tearing at her flesh, knocking the 
wind from her lungs. Dropping to the floor, Wendy felt her hair curtaining 
her flushed, shamed face. It fanned out around the toe of the right boot as 
she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, feeling her breath bounce 
back against her cheek. 

She was drawing her tongue around the well of the boot, feeling the dust 
cake around her lips. Twisting her head around, the girl spat out the foul 
mixture of filth and spit, then began licking again. She flicked her tongue 
around the black leather, leaving clean trails of her hot saliva over the 
tips and sides. Jack encouraged her, sometimes knocking one foot against the 
side of her head or pushing his toes through her hair and laughing at her 
distress. 

He kicked the other boot over to her when she'd nearly finished with the 
first one. Wendy moved her head back, shaking several loose strands of her 
blonde hair from her face. Her mouth tasted awful! She had accidentally 
swallowed some of the filth, and now felt like vomiting. Her stomach was 
bucking threatening. And still he wanted her to lick more? 

"Go on, baby, don't be shy. Come on, you gotta clean it up," he said. 

She couldn't imagine anything more degrading than this as she dropped her 
head again. She licked her tongue up the laces, feeling the rough cotton 
material scratching her lips while she flicked her tongue against the dirty 
leather. Again and again she licked down to the heel. Thank God Jack didn't 
twist the shoe around and demand she lick the sole! Surely that would have 
made her retch right then and there. Instead the big man stood there with 
arms folded, his cock getting slightly harder as he watched the bound girl 
doing his foul bidding. 

"Good." 

Wendy drew back, letting out a grateful sigh of relief. He picked up the 
boots, examining them closely with narrowed eyes before grunting in 
approval. Laying them to one side, Jack ordered Wendy to stand. She did this 
with great difficulty, her body swaying dangerously to the left at one point 
and threatening to top-I pie to the floor. Finally she stood, breathing 
heavily. The ropes bound her deliciously, especially the bottom one dividing 
her cunt in half. Wendy moved her thighs as lightly as she could without 
attracting Jack's attention. How she loved that rubbing sensation, the 
feeling of that line tickling her clit. He didn't even notice she was having 
a mini orgasm. The only thing giving her away was a slightly arched eyebrow 
and a shudder passing through her body. 

"Over here," he ordered, strutting in front of her, then sliding one hand 
under the ropes and dragging the girl toward a large, white porcelain tub. 

Wendy had seen it when she was brought down to the basement earlier. But the 
girl had thought nothing about it, being more concerned at the time about 
what was going on. Now she saw it was the type she'd seen in picture books, 
tubs that appeared around the early twenties and thirties. As she approached 
it, Wendy could see it hadn't been cleaned for years. A thick coating of 
gray dirt ringed the formerly white surface. Oddly enough a drain was still 
hooked up to the front, leading doubtlessly to the sewers underneath. How 
odd to have a bathtub here in the cellar where it certainly was too cold and 
dark to take a bath! 

"Inside." 

"Inside?" 

Wendy looked at jack incredulously, then directed her attention back to the 
tub. 

"Christ, baby, do I have to talk in Russian or somethin' for you to 
understand? I said inside," he repeated gruffly, taking her by the shoulders 
and shaking her roughly. "Now if you don't hop when I order, I'm gonna shove 
that fuckin' gag back in your mouth and hook you back up to the generator. 
Now, you want that?" 

"No, oh no!" Wendy gasped, feeling the tearing of that high voltage stalking 
through her already. 

"Okay, then over you go." 

Her knees bumped against the cold, hard porcelain. Wendy whimpered. She 
raised her right leg high, bending the knee until it nearly touched her 
bound tit. In a moment she had it in the tub, balancing herself carefully so 
as not to topple forward. Jack sighed impatiently behind her. She leaned 
forward, sucking in her lower lip and biting down as she concentrated on 
getting in. She nearly had succeeded when her left foot slipped on something 
terribly slimy and the girl topped forward, falling heavily on her young 
ass. "Oooofooffff!" 

She sat there sprawled, her legs stretched in front of her as Jack laughed. 

"Not bad, baby. I couldn't have knocked you down and over better if I 
tried," he said, scratching his stubbly beard. 

Wendy stared up hatefully at him, wishing she could scratch his eyes out. 
And yet the girl knew she needed that kind of treatment now. She enjoyed her 
humiliation. The more he threw at her, the more she wanted. And all the 
while there was the promise of that wonderful reward-a wild fucking from 
Jack's cock. How she wished he would do whatever filthy thing he had planned 
so she could feel his prick sliding back into her hot young pussy again. 

Jack turned to her, one hand down on his cock. He was playing with his 
balls, fumbling around with his cock. Wendy licked her lips in anticipation. 
What was he going to do, make her suck it? She'd heard some of the girls at 
school talk about doing things like that. The act hadn't sounded all that 
attractive at the time. But now, faced with a prick like Jack's dangling in 
her face, Wendy could see the excitement. "Move back, bitch." 

Wendy scooted back, the cold porcelain sending shudders through her. She 
still wondered what was going to happen. She could stand whatever he did to 
her sexually. But would he somehow overstep himself, lose control and really 
hurt her? Wendy thought of that and the idea seemed to make her even hotter 
than before! 

"Ohhhhh!" 

His cock was getting stiffer now. She could see the dark blue veins pressing 
against the pink taut outer cockskin. 

"On your knees. Come on, move those fuckin' legs around till you're on your 
knees," Jack ordered, standing spread-legged in front of the tub. 

Wendy did as she was told, bending her knees and carefully swinging her legs 
around in the narrow, cramped bathtub. She was back on her knees again, just 
as she'd been when he had ordered her to crawl around the floor. 

"Now you listen, babe, and behave, and nothin's gonna happen to you. You 
gotta do what I tell you, understand?" he said, a thin cruel smiling curling 
over his lips. 

There was something in that look he gave her now that made Wendy a little 
sick. It was a feeling she was beginning to get used to. 

"Yes . she said quietlyi - 

He moved forward, bending his knees slightly while tensing his ass. Wendy 
saw him holding his cock just behind the head, shaking it, then bending his 
knees a little further until they were nearly touching the sides of the cold 
porcelain tub. For a second the girl had no idea what he was going to do. 
This was such an odd position for him to take if he was going to make her 
suck his cock. And then Wendy realized with a shudder that Jack had no 
intention of her taking his cock in her mouth-at least not yet. 

He was going to use her as his toilet! Yes, she could see that now! He was 
going to piss on her! His balls were tightening while his thighs had a 
slight shudder to them. 

"No, oh . . . " 

She sucked in a ragged breath as she watched several clear drops appear at 
his piss-slit. They dropped harmlessly to the porcelain in front of her but 
more followed. Soon a hot yellow stream splashed over her belly, splattering 
up against her chest. Wendy curled her fingers, scratching the nails against 
her thighs. The piss spilled over her belly, filled her navel, then oozed 
down onto her cunt. It slicked her hair, tickling her cuntlips and clit. 
Wendy shivered, her hips wriggling to get rid of the disgusting hot 
droplets. Jack laughed, moving the stream up, then back down to her pussy. 
"I'm out." 

Jack Finished pissing on the girl, flicking the last few drops against her 
chin before stepping out. Wendy watched him ambling over to the double 
washbasin near-by, filling up several glasses of water and downing them 
quickly. The smell of stale piss began invading her nostrils, making her 
wrinkle up her nose. She heard the gurgling of his urine filtering down 
through the drain in front of her. How many other young women had he dragged 
down here, roped, raped, then forced into this tub so he could piss on them? 
The thought made Wendy shiver with something like delight. She belonged to 
an exclusive club, in a way. And, of course, so did her mother. Had Ann been 
here? Wendy smiled. She could just imagine her staid mother roped this way, 
kneeling in the tub and taking Jack's piss! 

"Comin' back for more, baby." 

Jack drank a third glass, letting out a watery belch just as he put the 
tumbler back on the rusty shelf above the sink. He climbed back in, his cock 
bobbing with every step he took. 

"Open your mouth." 

Her mouth? Never! He could piss on her this way. But never, never would she 
open her outh and let him urinate down her throat. "I said open!" 

When Wendy refused, Jack reached forward, pulling her hair and striking her 
again and again across the face, his fingers bruising and burning into her 
cheeks. She tried to keep her jaws clamped together. She tried to resist him 
but the pain of being yanked bald and having her face slapped until her 
jawbones shattered was too great. With a groan of defeat the girl opened her 
mouth. 

"There! Ohhh, please, don't . . . don't hurt me any more, please . . . " 

Jack let out a sigh, drawing his hands away from her face and setting the 
girl straight in the tub. 

"Okay, that's better," he muttered, regaining control of his breathing. 
"Please . . . " 

"Just don't fuck around no more and you won't get hurt. Just like I told you 
the last time," Jack said, wiping his hands on his thighs. 

Wendy straightened her spine, tilting her head back and opening her mouth 
just like Jack ordered. She took deep, puffing breaths, curling her fingers 
into fists and fighting not to scream in disgust. Her tits lifted and 
slapped wetly together. She was looking right at him as he bent his knees 
forward once more. The urine began. Wendy could hear it pattering against 
the tub. 

"That's it, baby, keep lookin' at me while I piss in your mouth." 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

Wendy grunted with horror. She felt the piss move up along her lips, hit her 
tongue, go down to her chin, then slide up to her eyes. The girl let out a 
soft moan once more, a pulse leaping in her throat. He was enjoying this, 
pissing on a young girl, pissing in her mouth, on her face! She was a 
prisoner, a willing prisoner in this. For, even as the piss trickled down 
her belly, she could feel the juices in her cunt spilling over. Yes, he had 
done it, pushed her over some forbidden brink. Now Wendy was feeling nothing 
but pleasure as he pissed all over her body. 

"Man, that's it, that's it," Jack cried excitedly, directing the stream at 
her clit. 

Wendy began moving her thighs from side to side, feeling flames of goodness 
licking up her piss-smeared thighs. Her clit curled from the heat, aching 
with the strain of another oncoming climax. She whipped her hips back and 
forth, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her bound shoulders. 

"Fuck it out, baby." 

Jack stretched a foot forward, jamming one toe into her cunt. The touch of 
the jagged nail against her cum-center drove Wendy crazy. Just as the stream 
stopped a second time the girl felt herself pitching forward into yet 
another climax. Oh, when would it all end? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Wendy lay quietly in the tub, her cunt still throbbing from the massive 
climax she'd experienced only moments before. Most of the urine had been 
washed from her body and the tub. Jack had stepped out after having played 
with her, filling several buckets of cold water and throwing them over the 
screaming, trembling girl. 

Setting the bucket down, Jack ambled up to the tub and leaned against it. 
"Nice little girl like you fuckin' around with me. And you dig it, don't 
you?" 

Wendy didn't dare answer that question. She lowered her eyes, flexing her 
arm muscles against the ropes. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of 
savage knocking at the door upstairs. 

"Damn!" 

Jack muttered something under his breath, pulling away from the tub and 
slipping his Levi's and boots on quickly. 

"Hold it! I'm comin'. " 

He flashed her an amused look, then clomped heavily up the stairs. Wendy 
struggled around in the ropes, hearing the boards squeak and groan overhead. 
There was silence for a moment then she heard the start of a violent 
argument. Although she couldn't make out the words the girl knew it was a 
woman who had come to the door. Another one of Jack's conquests? The teen 
stopped moving, cocking her head to one side and pricking up her ears. There 
was something terribly familiar about that voice, something that made her 
heart pound. The voices moved closer to the kitchen doorway. 

". . . my daughter . . . " 

Wendy froze, her blood turning to ice in her veins. Her mother was here! How 
had she found out? Wendy racked her brains, wondering now if she had pushed 
that note back in her mother's bedroom bureau. Had she left it out? If so it 
wouldn't have taken Ann long to put two and two together. 

"See for yourself," she heard Jack call out, kicking the door open. 

Wendy wanted to shrink into nothingness. She cringed down in the tub, 
ducking her head below the curled lip. 

"If she's here . . . I'll . . . " 

"You'll do what, baby? You won't do nothing' . . . " 

There were the sounds of a struggle, then a scream. Then the steady thudding 
of a body rolling down the steps. Breathless Wendy raised her head, poking 
it above the lip of the tub. There, sprawled at the foot of the steps was 
her mother. 

Ann pushed herself up from the floor, holding her head with one hand. She 
turned around, looking up at Jack who stood halfway down the stairs. 

"Wendy?" 

"Like I said, look around for yourself. See if you find her." 

Wendy thought about ducking her head back down. But what was the use? 
Brazenly she kept her head visible, staring right at her mother. Ann turned 
around, putting one hand to her chest as she saw her bound daughter kneeling 
there in the tub. 

"So, you have been coming here!" Ann breathed, her eyes widening in 
disbelieving horror. 

"Yes, mother." 

Ann shook her head, putting both hands to her lips in mute horror. It was 
some moments before she found the words to speak. 

"I thought something was wrong. I did, Wendy. But we just haven't been 
talking for so long," Ann began, carefully picking her words. "And then 
today, when I came home, I saw that note. There was something odd about it," 
she went on, wrinkling her forehead. She paused, blinking her eyes and 
staring back up at Jack. "And then . . . I went upstairs and found the phone 
number on the floor all curled up. I don't know, but I just realized at that 
point you were here. Somehow you and he . . . " 

Ann couldn't finish the sentence. Emotion choked off her words. 

"I ain't that bad, baby. You never complained. And your daughter sure ain't 
been givin' me bad ratings. I was her first fuck, though. Maybe she oughta 
be passed around to a few more cocks before she yaks about how good I am." 

Ann reddened, her breath becoming uneven. She stood up shakily, brushing the 
dirt from her skirt. Now she could see her daughter completely-the ropes 
holding her arms to her sides, the tell-tale marks on her thighs. She had 
been undergoing some of Jack's special treatment. How blind she'd been. Her 
own lusts had drawn her daughter into the same trap! 

"Oh Wendy, I'm so sorry," Ann said, shaking her head from left to right. 

"Ain't nothin' to be sorry about, Ann. She digs this kinda shit-just like 
you do." 

Jack walked slowly down the stairs, his hand gripping the rail. Ann stared 
at her daughter in undisguised horror, turning around only when Jack was 
directly behind her. 

"You . . . filthy . . . animal!" she screamed, slapping him with each word. 

"Hey, hey!" he cried, catching her by the wrist and yanking her arms apart. 
"That ain't no way to treat a guy who's been babysittin' for you and fuckin' 
your cunt raw." 

Rage made Ann speechless. She struggled crazily against the big man holding 
her firmly in his hands. He let her twist about for several more minutes 
before dropping one hand and slapping her hard across the face. The blow 
silenced the woman quickly. Wendy flinched in the tub, almost feeling her 
mother's pain. 

"Now, we're gonna get comfy." 

His fingers fumbled with her blue cotton blouse, tearing some of the buttons 
open. Jack smiled, seeing with satisfaction Ann had worn no bra. He tore the 
blouse open, dropping his head and kissing and sucking at her nipples while 
Wendy cried out in horror. 

"You see, kid? Your old lady's got some spunk in her yet. Bet she can keep 
up with you in the sack. We're gonna find out, ain't we?" 

Ann almost forgot her daughter was there watching this. His mouth on her 
nipples and the brutal way he was holding her had driven reality from her 
mind. But then she saw Wendy's horror-stricken look and fought against him 
some more. She did this in spite of the heat rising again in her crotch. How 
her cunt quivered in anticipation. 

Next came the skirt, easily torn off along with her sheer pink panties. In 
seconds Ann felt herself stripped naked, naked in front of her daughter. She 
cried out, throwing her arms across her tits and backing away from the tub. 
She closed her thighs in humiliation, one leg bent in to warm her cunt. The 
damp draft chilled her flesh. 

"No, Jack, not in front of Wendy. Oh please, not in front of my little 
girl," Ann whispered, her eyes drifting over to her daughter. 

"It's better than way-kinda makes it all the more spicy for me." 

"No!" 

All the protests in the world couldn't stop Jack now. He gripped her 
shoulders, shaking her so violently the woman thought her head would surely 
snap from her neck. His sharp, harsh voice violated her senses. He gave her 
a push backward and the woman stumbled, nearly pitching head over heels 
against the wash basin. 

"You know what we been doin'? " 

Ann put her hands to her ears, shaking her head rapidly. 

"I'm gonna tell you and you're gonna listen," he said gruffly, tearing her 
hands away. 

Jack explained in detail what Wendy had gone through, the words burning into 
Ann's brain. She sobbed uncontrollably, looking now and then at the stony 
face of her daughter still kneeling bound and trembling in the tub. 

"And now it's yur turn." 

Jack pulled her around, shoving her forward so hard the woman stumbled 
again. She regained her balance and looked around again at Jack. He was 
pulling the belt from his Levi's, his cock tenting up the front of his 
jeans. 

"I had plans for your daughter. But looks like I've gotta expand 'em a 
little. No problem," he said, curling the belt in half and snapping the 
leather hard. 

Ann backed away, her hands crossed over her tits and cunt protectively. 
There was an added savageness about this now, especially since her daughter 
was there. Her tits bobbed while her asscheeks and thighs jiggled. 
Gooseflesh exploded on her body. Jack uncurled the belt like a snake, 
snapping it hard to one side of her head, then the other. Ann flinched and 
yelped, feeling a warm trickle on her thigh. She knew she was pissing, 
disgracing herself there in the basement in front of her only daughter. 

He stepped toward her, his eyes narrowing. She spun around, not sure which 
way to go. She saw her daughter cringing there. She was like a terrified 
animal, waiting to be killed. 

"Oh God . . . God, I . . . " 

She saw him running up to her. Wheeling around again, Ann rushed toward her 
daughter. But Jack was fast, wrapping his fingers around her hair and 
pulling back to slow her down. He held her tight, yanking until her head was 
as far back as it could be. 

Jack roared with laughter, still gripping her hair. Reaching around he 
clawed her belly, drawing his hands up, pinching her tits. Ann could hear 
her daughter crying out in horror, falling against the side of the bathtub. 
And yet in spite of the fact Wendy was there watching this horror scene, the 
woman couldn't help feeling her, cuntmuscles tightening, her thighs 
clenching at Jack's cruel touch. She yelped out in fear and pleasure while 
his fingers slid down to her cunt, two of them jamming into her pussy. 

"Oh baby, you can't stop it, can you? Like mother, like daughter. Wendy over 
there can't keep her pussy from turnin' on once I get lickin' or fuckin' 
her. Can see where she got it from," Jack taunted. "No, stop it!" 

He probed her cunthole, scraping his fingers around the soft moist 
membranes, his knuckles pressing against her clit. Ann felt herself growing 
more and more excited. Her knees bent as she leaned heavily back against the 
big stud. 

"Come on, lick yourself baby," he growled, jerking his hand away and trying 
to shove his smelly fingers into her mouth. 

Ann refused, twisting her head away. With his other hand Jack reached down 
and squeezed her right ass-cheek so hard Ann yelped in agony. At the same 
time he shoved one knee hard against her lower back. 

When she yelled more loudly, Jack shoved his fingers in her mouth, sticking 
them down to her throat. Ann gagged, choking on the taste and smell. Jack 
laughed, pleased obviously how things had turned out. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"You stupid slut! You and your daughter are nothin' but sluts." 

"No!" 

Ann stared down dumbly at her daughter Wendy. Jack had hauled the girl from 
the tub, laying her down on the floor with her arms still tightly bound to 
her sides. It was only then Ann saw the rope looped around the girl's neck 
and halving her cunt. Beside herself she began beating at Jack with her 
small fists, hammering his face m anger as she thought of what he must have 
put her daughter through. 

Startled at first, the big stud wheeled around, kicking the young teen in 
the side while grabbing her mother by the hair. 

"Eaghghghghhggg!" 

Knocking Ann across the face at the same time, Jack pulled her back, her 
heels trailing across the cold floor. Wendy watched as her mother struggled. 
The blow against her ribs hurt her terribly. She wondered what was going to 
happen now that the game had changed. Her mother had brought a whole new 
aspect to this afternoon. The girl shivered, rolling on her right side and 
watching helplessly as he threw her mother against the sink. 

"Offffff!" 

Ann's body spun around the edge of the double basin sink, her arms flailing 
helplessly out from her body. She spun around, then fell to the floor in a 
heap. Quickly recovering, Ann pushed the hair from her eyes, looking up and 
seeing Jack standing there with a cat-o'-nine tails. She screamed, jerking 
backward, her ass scooting quickly back from the towering fiend. Jack 
laughed, snapping the weapon. The leather thongs crackled in the air, making 
Wendy scream too. 

"No!" 

Ann shook her head from side to side, her eyes widening as they remained 
.focused on the horrid thing swaying from his tightened fingers. Ann wiggled 
away from Jack, one arm stretched behind her. Her heart beat, threatening to 
stop painfully at any second. Jack kept snapping at the whip, letting the 
ends strike softly against his Levi's. 

Ann could almost feel the leather kissing her flesh, sizzling against her 
belly and ass. The first time she had been with him he had given her a light 
belting-enough to let her know he knew what he was doing. Tonight was 
something else, something different. She could see that in her eyes, in the 
way he was looking at her. Again her daughter cried out from behind, 
screaming for Jack to stop. 

"Don't hurt my mother! Oh please, don't!" 

Her words were only spice to Jack's lust. 

"Come on here, baby. Come on here," he said, his cock straining his pants. 

"No!" 

It was a nightmare. Ann felt terror and shame knife through her. She knew 
his brutality. She knew what he would do. When he was finished, she wouldn't 
be able to walk right for days. Whimpering, Ann tucked her ass, watching 
Jack like a tiny, frightened animal. 

"No . . . no . . . " 

"Come on, bitch. Come on and get a taste of this mother," he said, snapping 
the cat against his pants again for effect. 

"This is crazy, Jack. Please, just let Wendy and me go and-" 

She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the 
advancing hulk. Ann knew her words had no effect on Jack. When he snapped 
the cat near her right ear, she panicked, screaming out and wheeling around 
quickly. She ran quickly, stumbling down onto all fours. For the moment Ann 
sped out of reach. Her tits hung down low, the stiff peaks touching the 
floor. Jack was laughing more loudly behind her, snapping the cat in the air 
and calling her all sorts of names. 

When she ducked behind the water heater searching desperately for something 
to defend herself with, she heard her daughter shrieking wildly. Peeking out 
from behind the warm porcelain tube, she saw Jack standing with one booted 
foot on Wendy's throat. He was softly trailing the leather strands over the 
girl's tits, tugging up on the rope pressing against her cunt with his free 
hand. The blonde teen was writhing on the floor, her legs hammering 
uselessly against the concrete. Ann felt a cold sickness clam over her 
stomach, making her want to retch. 

"Leave . . . leave her alone!" she shouted out with difficulty. 

"Then you come here, baby," Jack said, pulling up on the ropes once more, 
making Wendy jerk her body like a crazed puppet. 

Swallowing hard, Ann moved from behind the heater, feeling like a lamb 
headed for sacrifice. Jack dropped the grip on the rope, indicating where he 
wanted her to stand. Ann shuffled forward, her high-riding tits moving 
softly, gently with every terrified step she took. 

"It's all over, baby. All over. Now it's time for me to have some fun." 

Ann watched his right hand shoot up, the leather strands cracking against 
one another. She closed her eyes, stabbing her damp palms with her 
fingernails. He was going to beat her, beat her right here in front of her 
daughter. The lash came down, sizzling through the air. There was a second's 
pause. Then a hot, biting sensation broke out along her ribs. Ann doubled 
over, her face tightening as the blood drained from her cheeks. The pain 
took the strength from her. She collapsed in a heap at Jack's feet, her arms 
crossing over to protect her cunt. 

Again Jack swung the weapon over his head and again the knotted tips chewed 
the flesh along her hips. Still screaming in a mindless torrent, the woman 
managed to scoot away, her big tits sliding over the floor. The lash came 
down again, striking the floor right in front of her face. Ann jerked away 
as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. 

Jack followed, kicking her at times, smashing the cat again and again 
against her thighs, her reddening ass, her tits, her arms. Ann felt the 
burning pain flash all over her body in time as she begged him again and 
again to stop this madness. 

The lash caught the lower swell of her right ass-cheek, making her legs kick 
out as she rolled away. Ann found herself pressed up against the water 
heater, the smell of burning gas invading her nostrils. She curled up, 
weeping softly as she heard Jack shuffling up behind her. He grunted, the 
cat coming down, tearing across her soft ass once more. The woman recoiled, 
her belly slamming up against the rusty metal supports for the heater. In 
spite of the pain, Ann once more felt the needle-sharp excitement of brutal 
arousal pinching her clit. it was a stroking coil of heat nipping at her 
cum-center, making her enjoy this beating as much as loath it. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Jack dropped the whip. Was he through? Something inside the woman told her 
no. Eagerly she waited for the next torment. 

"Over here!" 

He grabbed her hair, yanking her toward her daughter. 

"You both turn on so much. Here, bitch, let your old lady know how you turn 
on while I fuck." 

Ann watched breathlessly as Jack rolled her daughter onto her belly. 

"Stay, bitch, while I slip your old lady under." 

Wendy's eyes opened with horror as she felt something slipping under her 
warming cunt. Her mother's face! Yes, Jack was pushing Ann up under the 
girl, kicking the woman, warning her not to move.. 

Ann had never had any desire to be with a woman, let alone her own daughter. 
But now she was on her back, her cheeks and nose pressed against Wendy's 
musky-smelling cunt. She could hardly breathe, the pressure of the damp, 
slick cuntmeat against her nose blocking most of the air. She gasped, the 
wiry blonde hairs tickling her nostrils. Above and behind her she heard 
Wendy gasp at the touch of her nose, the feeling of her panting breath. 

Ann sobbed, her back hard against the floor. A dull, throbbing ache hurt her 
shoulders and ass. She clenched her fists once more, pressing them against 
her thighs as Jack hauled her hips up roughly and began settling himself 
onto her crotch. At the same time he starting licking Wendy's asshole, 
biting her asscheeks, then stiffening his tongue and sticking'it down into 
the tight; little: opening until the girl groaned and hunched down into her 
mother's face. 

"Oh stop it, stop!" Wendy panted, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment 
and pleasure. 

Jack kept on licking, rubbing his teeth against her asshole, then drilling 
her with his tongue. Under him Ann was going mad. She could taste her 
daughter's pussy more now. Wendy was getting hot and wet, her fluid nearly 
gagging her mother beneath. Ann tried twisting her head around to gasp for 
more breath but Wendy's bound weight pressed heavily against her nose and 
mouth. But those concerns drifted away the moment she felt Jack's long, 
hot-tipped cock jabbing against her pussy. 

Ann's tits swelled, her nipples taut, straining up against her daughter. A 
spasm passed through her body, slamming into her pussy. It made her clit 
tingle deliciously. As her cunt-juice oozed, her thighs tightened. 

"Nooooo!" 

Her cries against Wendy's cunt sent the young girl off into a series of wild 
hunchings. She was fucking her mother's mouth hard, humping her ass back 
onto that licking, asshole-drilling tongue, then slipping her cunt back onto 
Ann's lips. 

And then Jack began fucking her hard. With a force that sent Shockwaves 
through her cunt he slipped his full eight inches inside her. 

He fucked her harder, faster! And as he savaged her, the scalding pleasure 
corkscrewed more and more. It became something greater then normal sexual 
pleasure. The two of them moved against one another frantically, Jack's 
sloppy cock trenching out her tightening cunthole. Ann sobbed, not from fear 
now but from overwhelming lust. She ground her thighs up, actually sticking 
out her tongue at times and wiggling it back and forth against her 
daughter's dribbling cunt. She could hear Wendy sob out in response, 
hunching down hard against her face. 

Jack was swearing like a drunk sailor in front of her. And then she felt his 
jizz scalding her cunt, burning into her pussywalls. It was enough to drive 
over the edge. In a moment all three of them were kicking and shouting, 
waves of orgasm washing over Jack, Wendy and Ann. 

Ann felt the big stud pushing away in a moment. He reached up and shoved 
Wendy off her mother's mouth. The girl groaned, rolling up into a ball. He 
untied her, dragging the rope tight around her cunt as she jerked and 
twitched like a woman possessed. Coiling the line in one hand, her stared 
down at the exhausted, well-fucked women. 

"Get dressed and get the fuck outta here. When I want the two of you again, 
I'll call you. And that's gonna be real soon, I can guarantee it." 

"Ohhhhh Wendy . . . " Ann reached over and stroked her daughter's cheeks. 

"Mother . . . I'm sorry. I . . . I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that . 
. . that I can't help this," Wendy said, blinking away the tears in her 
eyes. 

Wendy was so confused! In a way she was sorry for having been caught, for 
having shamed her mother in this way. And yet, in another way Wendy couldn't 
be sorry for having enjoyed the delicious feelings Jack had brought to her. 

"It's all right, dear. Maybe we can talk about this at home. I . . . uhhh. 
I'm sorry, it's just that my arms ache so," Ann said, rubbing her thighs. 

She saw Jack sneering down at the two of them as he put away the cat and 
line. 

"I said hurry the fuck up!" he ordered, climbing the stairs heavily. 

How she hated him! And yet Ann knew she and her daughter would be back. What 
had started as private little game had turned into something much more. But 
what could she do? Wendy was involved now, and apparently loving it as much 
as she did. 

The cum still oozed from her cunt slot as she slipped on her torn skirt. 
There would be more times like this. Perhaps Jack had friends. She and her 
daughter . . . no, no, what was she thinking of? Ann stopped for a second, 
shaking her head as if she could shake away those terrible thoughts. Wendy 
looked at her curiously. 

"It's all right, dear. Let's go home." 

She'd think about it tomorrow. And then . . . perhaps another call to Jack. 


THE END
