Dungeon Scat Girl
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

Marie Williams, the young teenager in DUNGEON SCAT GIRL, thought she knew 
what she wanted for her life. What she did not want, however, was her mother 
continually lording it over her, always telling her what was right and 
wrong, what was moral and immoral, what was normal and perverted. Marie 
wanted to find those things out on her own. 

As often happens, though, when young girls strike out on their own, Marie's 
plans went awry. She is kidnapped by a strange man and taken to a house near 
the sea. There, she is tortured and degraded in every possible way. 

She finds her mind warped and twisted. She becomes no longer sure of what is 
right and wrong. Should she enjoy what is being done to her? She no longer 
knows. 

When she is confronted by the ultimate degradation that one human being can 
force upon another, she finds her will being put to the final test. 

DUNGEON SCAT GIRL is the story of how one young girl eventually comes to 
grips with herself and her feelings, comes to terms with the real world. 
This story may not be the story of every girl, but it is the story of one 
girl. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Marie Williams shivered, drawing her hands up to her upper arms and rubbing 
them briskly. The wind whipped her blonde hair. The thin blue cotton summer 
frock clinging to her tits and thighs offered her little protection from the 
wind. It was getting darker and still no friendly car had come by to give 
her a ride. Standing there, her small brown suitcase near her feet, Marie 
again wished she had never run away from home. She had come to her senses 
shortly after having left the house, but the farmer who had given her a ride 
was gone. Now she was somewhere between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara, 
alone, and very, very frightened. 

"A car?" Marie whispered to herself, feeling her nipples tighten with 
excitement and cold as a pair of headlights appeared at the top of the 
farthest knoll. She waved her hands high above her head, her short skirt 
pulling well above her knees. Maybe this car would be the one to take her 
home. She would endure her mother's shouts and accusations-anything to get 
back to the safety of her bedroom. 

Marie's hopes rose as she saw the large black and orange van slowing as it 
approached her. In another moment it was pulling off the road nearby. Marie 
bent down and picked up her suitcase, her heart beating with joy. 

Marie paused, her feelings of hope falling as she found herself staring at a 
ruggedly handsome dark-haired man leaning out the window. Maybe standing out 
here alone in the country was better than taking a chance with someone like 
him. 

"Hi, honey, what the hell you doin' out here all alone?" 

"Uh, I . . . I have to get back home." 

Marie hesitated, looking around. The sun had already set behind the rolling 
brown hills. 

In a little while it would be pitch black, and there were no homes around in 
the area in which she could take shelter. The cafe the farmer had dropped 
her off at was a mile down the road. Walking back in the dark could be 
dangerous. 

"L.A.? "- 

"Uh-huh." 

"Climb in, then. I'm headin' that way. I'll drop you off." 

Again Marie looked around, hoping against hope another car would come along. 
There was nothing. Sighing, she picked up her suitcase again as the man 
opened the van door. 

"Name's Gus-Gus Hennington," he said, friendly enough, grinding the gears of 
the big van after Marie had shut the door, wedging the suitcase protectively 
between her and the driver. 

"I'm Marie . . . Marie Williams." That was enough. There was no need to get 
really friendly with him. 

"Nice to meet you, Marie. Running away from home . . . or back to it?" 

Marie lowered her eyes, peering up at him through her long blonde lashes. 
That was none of his business. She didn't like the personal direction this 
conversation was going. 

"Just going home. My uncle's car broke down. He left me out there and hasn't 
come back. I was getting nervous about staying there alone. So, I thought 
I'd hitch a way back home, then call him," Marie lied, unsure whether this 
scatter-brained story would hold water. 

"Not great for poor old uncle," Gus said, flashing her a broad smile. 

Marie swallowed hard, feeling her pert little ass sinking down comfortably 
into the soft seat. She was becoming aware of many things now-her nipples 
stiffer than before, the tips rubbing against her soft dress. Just the 
presence of someone like Gus near her was making her feel pleasantly nervous 
and scared all over. Marie had had more and more of these kinds of feelings 
in the past year. It was especially hard for her during a date when the guy 
began feeling her up and down. 

"I'll call him when I get home," she repeated, staring out the window. 

Gus grew quiet. After a while he turned on the heater until the interior was 
warm and cozy. Marie pressed a little deeper into the high-backed seat, 
leaning against the cool window pane. It was getting darker out there fast. 
Gus switched on the radio and tuned into a country western station, the 
music faintly drifting from the speaker. The girl began to relax, realizing 
just how silly it had been for her to be so nervous. 

Marie saw a sign pointing to Los Angeles whiz by. 

"You just missed the turn." . Marie managed to keep the tremor from her 
voice as he sped past the highway leading to the metropolis. He wasn't 
saying anything. He wasn't even looking at her. What was he doing? Her old 
nervousness returned. She jerked herself around and stared at him. The dash 
lights showed his square-cut jaw, set in determination. His eyes were glued 
to the narrow road, ignoring her. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he 
guided the van to a more deserted section of the highway. Marie felt 
something like a thrill zing through her cunt. She drew back, her fingers 
clutching the armrest more tightly. All the stories about girls raped by the 
roadside, some of them even strangled or shot ran through her head. Perhaps 
she was in the van with one of those maniacs right now. The thought made her 
flesh crawl. 

"Gus . . . where are you taking me?" she demanded, looking at him. 

Still he said nothing. His eyes were busy following the curve of the road. 
They were entering a grove of thickly grown pines. Something made Marie dart 
a look between his legs. His cock! Oh yes, she could see the outline of it 
pressing against his faded Levi's. He turned for a second and caught Marie 
staring at him. 

"Something wrong, baby? You interested in seeing what I look like?" 

"No!" 

Marie thought about jumping. But they were going far too fast. She would be 
killed if she leaped from the van. 

"Bet you do. Your type keeps sayin' no, but, man, they heat up fast when you 
stick a cock in 'em." 

Her worst fears were confirmed. This maniac was going to rape her! Marie 
looked frantically along the road. Surely there would be some place into 
which she could jump that would cushion her fall from the vehicle. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" 

Marie tried to keep her voice as firm as possible, but Gus was fumbling with 
his zipper, drawing the tab down to the bottom of his fly. 

"Stop and lemme out!" she demanded. 

Her eyes raced back to his crotch just as the thick, purple head of his cock 
shot out. Marie grew silent, her throat tightening as he pulled his pants 
open a little more, freeing the long, thick prickshaft. Marie drew back even 
farther, her spine pressing against the door handle. She had never seen a 
man's cock. 

"Come on, touch it for me, baby." 

"No, lemme out!" w 

Marie's icy fingers gripped the steel handle, trying to twist it up and 
down. She would save her honor if she had to lose her life doing it. 

"Don't be a stupid bitch, Marie." 

"Don't call me names like that." 

His cock was fully exposed, all ten thick inches throbbing out from between 
his halved Levi's. Marie felt her mouth grow dry as cotton when he gripped 
her hand and moved her fingers to his crotch. 

"Stop it, no, please . . . " 

She was whimpering now, breathing hard through her nostrils. She could feel 
the slippery coating of cock juice on his palms as his fingers closed over 
hers. 

"Don't do this. Oh, please, leave me alone. Take me back. No, no, don't do 
this!" 

"You want my cock. You want it real bad, no matter what the fuck you tell 
me." 

His voice was throaty but self-assured. Marie was stunned. 

"How can you say something like that?" . "Gonna say a lot more before I'm 
through with you." 

Marie felt her body trembling, her heart racing. In spite of the fear-or 
perhaps because of it-she felt her cunt grow hot and slippery. There had 
been a few times when her pussy had become that warm and wet down there 
between her white shivering legs. When 

Billy DuBois had tried to touch her clit with his tongue, Marie squirmed up 
against him, feeling her pussy heat up while juice slicked down her 
cuntlips. Oh, how close she had been to let him do anything to her. Again, 
her mother's frowning face had come to her memory and "saved" her from doing 
anything untoward. No, there was little she could do to fend off this sex 
maniac. 

"No, that's not true. Please, let me go. I promise I won't say anything to 
anyone." 

"You're gonna heat up my prick nice. Ohhhh, yeah, real nice," he told her. 

"No, lemme alone! Please, please, please," she begged, twisting against his 
grip. 

Marie couldn't break the hold he had on her. He was drawing her hand toward 
the meaty head of his big cock. 

"Gus . . . no, please . . . oh no!" 

His fingers were hurting her wrist. He was twisting her arm around, sending 
streams of pain shooting up and down her arm. 

"Oh, no, nooo!" 

Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as he gave her wrist another sharp 
jerk around to the left. Her head snapped against the window while both legs 
shot out and banged against the dashboard. Marie felt she had to give in. He 
would break her arm if she didn't. 

"Don't hurt me . . . oh God, no, don't hurt me," she pleaded. 

Gus knew what that meant. He eased up on the twisting motion, pressing her 
fingers down to his crotch. 

Marie let out a shudder, clenching her teeth tightly together. That 
prickhead! How hot! How funny his cock made her body feel. Her pussy was 
growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were actually swelling-or so it seemed. 
She felt the nipples itching like mad while fuck juice seeped from her fuzzy 
little cunthole and wet down the nylon crotch panel pressing up against her 
cuntlips. Marie felt the soaked material slipping up against the swelling 
outer pussylips. And yet the fear of this madman doing something harmful to 
her prevented the girl from enjoying her arousal fully. 

"You want it bad . . . real bad. You want every fuckin' itchin' inch of my 
dick, right, baby?" 

"You don't know what you're saying! Please, don't do this to me!" Marie 
tried twisting around again. 

"Bitch!" Gus took one hand off the wheel, raising it and spreading his 
fingers widely apart. 

Instinctively, Marie knew what was going to happen. She closed her eyes, 
stiffening her spine as she heard the air whistle through his fingers. 

The slap made her right cheek sting. Tears sprang to her eyes as her head 
snapped to the side. Marie let out another cry, feeling the car wheeling 
around as if it were going off the road. 

"Fuck!" Gus cried. 

It was! Gus had lost control of the van. Fighting with the wheel now, he 
swore violently, his feet jamming down hard alternately on the gas and brake 
pedals. Marie shook her head, watching the trees wheeling past the 
windshield. The van bounced horribly, knocking her violently against Gus, 
then back against the door. She thought she heard the frame cracking under 
her as they spun from the road and landed in a roadside ditch. 

It was over. Marie opened her eyes and saw that both she and Gus were all 
right. The van tilted somewhat to the right, but apparently it, too, was in 
one piece. 

"You're gonna pay for this, baby," he growled. "Ain't no broad around that 
does this to me without payin' for it in spades." 

"It's your own fault!" she cried, backing away from the big man. She saw his 
eyes glittering in the dark while her fingers fumbled for the door handle. 
It was jammed, probably stuck from the accident. 

"No way, baby!" 

Gus reached out, his fingers catching in her long blonde hair. Marie felt 
the tugging on the strands. Then a sharp twinge of pain in her scalp made 
her cry out. He was tearing her hair out, tugging her head from left to 
right and laughing in her face at the same time. Marie felt his 
cigarette-smelling breath pumping against her cheeks while his prick still 
jutted stiffly out from between his opened Levi's. 

"Owwwww!" the girl screamed, her knees swinging around and banging painfully 
into the dashboard. 

Gus was laughing harder, his fingers tearing at her hair. The girl thought 
she could feel several strands tearing loose from her scalp. She swung 
around once more, curling her fingers into two tight fists and pummeling 
them against his face and chest. Gus swore violently, jerking his head back 
and away from Marie's hands. 

"Go on, baby, I like 'em live before I fuck em. 

Letting one hand go from around her waist, Gus reached down and flung her 
suitcase behind him. It clattered against the van wall, splitting open and 
spewing out all the girl's clothes. His hands were back on her in a moment, 
the strong fingers tearing her blue frock. 

"No! No!" 

Marie felt the garment loosening around her shoulders. There were more 
ripping sounds as he grabbed at her tits and thighs. 

"Stop . . . stop this . . . oh God in heaven, someone help me!" 

Gus drew his hand back and slapped her again, backhanding his knuckles 
against her chin. The blow knocked Marie against the side door, her head 
hammering hard against the steamed windows. She felt her spine cracking 
against the door handle and wondered if she had broken her back. Gus curled 
his fingers around the bodice of her dress, ripping it open with one savage 
downward pull. She felt her tits spilling out, jiggling high on her chest. 
Just as she was sure he was going to rape her right there in the front seat 
the side door flew open. With a shout, Marie tumbled backward out of the 
van, her feet swinging up and over her head. 

With a thud the girl landed on her back. Dazed but realizing she had to take 
advantage of this stroke of luck, Marie scrambled to her feet. Behind her 
she could hear Gus swearing. He was crawling over the seat, trying to slip 
out of the van before she could get her bearings. Terrified, the blonde teen 
rushed forward into the black forest, her forehead stung time and time again 
by the loose wiry branches of the trees. 

Lights. Somewhere around here there had to be lights, someone living around 
here who would give her protection. "Oh God!" 

Gus was behind her, his feet thudding against the ground with the beat of a 
savage animal. Stretching her arms in front of her, Marie stumbled forward, 
her feet sliding on the leaf-coated forest floor while more branches whipped 
against her face. How her lungs were bursting from the effort of escape. Her 
dress tore even more, strips of the material hanging from the branches. But 
she couldn't stop. 

Marie screamed, her cry echoing through the woods. Above her she could hear 
birds scattering through the trees, their wings beating against the cold 
breeze from the north. Gus had reached her. He gripped her arm, pulling her 
back from the twisting path she had reached. 

Gus yanked her back hard, nearly pulling her arm from its socket. As her 
shoulder struck a nearby tree, Marie felt his other hand grab her. In a 
moment he had the girl on the ground, her head striking a rock half-buried 
in the dirt. The grass smelled sweet as Gus slapped her again and again, her 
head jerking from left to right. 

"Bitch! Little fuckin' slut! You parade that little ass around all the time 
and don't wanna put out when a guy gets hot for it. You're gonna put out for 
this dude, believe me, slut." 

Marie trembled. She felt him sliding up. Then he was sliding his right knee 
on her belly, pressing down with half his weight. The wind went from her 
lungs under the pressure. Was he going to crush her? She tried wriggling out 
from under him. But he had her too firmly in his grip. He shoved down hard 
again, slapping her once more across the mouth. 

"Gonna fuck you so blue you're gonna taste my cum!" 

"Help me! Oh God, God, somebody help me!" Marie screamed. 

"Shaddup!" Slapping her yet a third time, Gus clamped a hand over her mouth, 
threatening to crush her skull if she fought him. 

He slipped off quickly, jerking Marie up, then carrying her kicking, 
bitching and screaming off the path into a ditch. Through her 
terror-stricken mind there was another feeling, one the girl couldn't yet 
understand. But it was growing quickly, matching the terror she felt and 
making her cunt wink shut with sexual heat! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Help!" the girl cried. 

Marie's frantic yells echoed through the empty woods as Gus dragged her 
along. Her feet slipped out from under her several times. She fell, her face 
striking the ground hard. Gus only laughed, then jerked her up hard by the 
arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder. 

They got into a clearing, which was surrounded by dead trees and shrubs. Gus 
stopped, wheeling Marie around and around until her legs kicked out from 
under her. She spun to the ground, her hands spread out in front of her face 
for protection. 

"Don't . . . don't touch me, please," she begged, pushing the hair from her 
eyes. 

"You gotta be kidding." 

Marie was about to scream again. She couldn't let herself be raped without a 
fight. She just couldn't, but, before she could let out one sound, he jammed 
a foul-smelling handkerchief into her mouth. Then she felt him tearing at 
her dress. There were more ripping sounds. Then what was left of the blue 
garment fell from her body, puddling uselessly around her flailing feet. 

Gus was tugging at her panties now, trying to get the briefs down over her 
boyish hips. Marie panicked, jerking her right knee up in a futile attempt 
to kick Gus away from her. 

"No way, baby. You ain't gonna be able to knock me outta the picture." 

"Nnfnnfnfffff!" she gagged. 

She felt the nylon pink panties sliding down over her flesh. Her asscheeks 
were jiggling with the effort of trying to stay upright now. At times Marie 
could feel the hard, sweaty hands of Gus as he attempted to strip her 
completely. 

"Yeahhh . . . " he muttered. 

Her panties slid down to her knees. Gus was gaping at the round fleshy ass 
mounds jiggling in front of him. He slapped them hard, hearing the girl wail 
at the stinging blow. 

"That's the way, baby. Come on, move that ass around for ol' Gus. Yeahh, 
it's gonna feel real nice stickin' my cock up there." 

Marie felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. He was feeling her all over. 
His hands were crawling all up and down her thighs, the thumb straying into 
the hot, sweaty, narrow crack separating her asscheeks. In a second, his 
fingers were stroking along her swelling outer cuntlips while his thumb was 
caressing the gray/pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter. Marie bit down into 
the filthy handkerchief, shaking her head from side to side. She could feel 
the sweep of her long blonde hair against her throat. Disgusting! This was 
horribly disgusting! He was going to mount her like a bitch in the forest. 
And there was nothing she could do about this! 

"Uhhfhfhhfhff!" she protested. 

Gus squatted down, flipping the girl over on her back by the shoulders. 
Marie's eyes were big, unblinking, staring with horror and revulsion at the 
big man kneeling on top of her. She could feel pulses erupt in her throat, 
tits and thighs. And, all the while, fuck juice was seeping from the musky 
pussy-hole between her legs. Marie couldn't understand it. She just couldn't 
understand it. But there it was! This brutish treatment was turning her on, 
making her cunt so very hot and wet to the touch. 

Reaching down, Gus began massaging her tits, rubbing the callused flats of 
his palms over her jutting nipples. Marie closed her eyes and let out 
another muffled groan through the handkerchief. It was horrid to be feeling 
what she sensed shooting through her cunt. Pleasure shot from the areolas, 
along her nerves and into her cunt. Again and again the shocks of pain and 
pleasure stung her clit, making the tiny spindle stiffen. Marie wriggled 
under the big man, feeling the grass working into her asscrack. She groaned 
again, her knees falling apart while Gus kept on massaging her nipples. 

"Oh, baby, nice tits. I couldn't keep my fuckin' eyes off 'em when we were 
drivin' back there," he hissed, cupping both hands and squeezing her 
thirty-six-inch tits. "Yeah, it's real nice feelin' a pair of boobs like 
yours between my fingers." 

Opening her eyes once more, Marie raised her head a little and looked past 
her jutting tits. There was his prick-long, thick and hard, still sticking 
straight out from between his thick-muscled legs. Gus stopped his massaging 
movements for a second, dropping his head and taking a look at his cock. In 
a moment, he was staring back at her, a broad smile on his face. 

"Gettin' kinda anxious, baby? You wanna feel my prick fucking through your 
cunt?" 

"Nooooffffff!" 

The idea of it! Marie reacted with horror at his words. 

"Yeah, right. Once you get this piece of meat sawin' through your pussy, 
there ain't gonna be no stoppin' you. Gonna be cock-happy, baby, when I get 
through squeezin' this meat into your cunt." 

Marie could see Gus was beyond listening, beyond reasoning. She struggled 
under his grasp and managed somehow to roll out from under him. He only 
laughed at her attempts as she scrambled on all fours, her tits hanging down 
from her chest and touching the tall grass. 

"You ain't gonna get far, baby. Ain't nothin' around here that's gonna give 
you any help!" Gus shouted at her. 

Marie stumbled, twisted about and fell on her ass. Gus laughed, grabbing 
hold of her ankle and pulling her kicking and fist-flailing back to the 
original spot. He struck her hard several times across the head, nearly 
knocking her unconscious with the blows. Marie fell to one side, one arm 
draped over her face. 

During this time, Gus retreated into the van and pulled out several lengths 
of rope, returning to the girl just as she was slipping out of her 
semi-conscious state. She looked up, wild-eyed, staring at Gus as he dangled 
the ropes in front of her. 

"This is gonna take care of you for a while . . . till you're broken in like 
a wild filly." 

Gus reached down and picked her up, tossing her against a tree. He forced 
her hands around the trunk and tied her wrists tightly together with a 
modified double figure-eight. Marie winced, her nose flattening against the 
rough bark. The ropes were cutting into her flesh, holding down the 
circulation so much her fingers were turning blue and feeling cold. Her 
knees pressed up against the tree, the bark scratching her thighs. 

"Gonna fuck you in the ass, maybe. Yeah, that'd be something different for 
you, right baby? You ever get it in the ass before?" 

In the ass? Oh, he had to be joking! Marie groaned more frantically, 
twisting her wrists against the rope in hopes she could again make a wild 
break for freedom in the woods. But Gus had tied the ropes too expertly 
around her hands for an easy escape. She gave up, tears streaming her 
flushed face. 

"Fuckin' this way's gonna be rough. But I think I can do it." 

She hadn't had a chance to tell him she was a virgin. Would that have made a 
difference? She doubted it. Marie struggled, twisting her head around as far 
as she could to see what he was doing. Her eyes were wide once more as she 
watched him stepping out of his boots and pants, scratching that fat cock 
with one hand while staring hotly at her jiggling asscheeks. Sweat was 
making her ass and thighs glisten. She clenched her asscheeks instinctively, 
a cold breeze from the north making her naked flesh explode into goose 
pimples. Bending her knees, Marie found herself sagging slightly from the 
bonds. 

"Man, you're fuckin' the tree. That's some-thin' I ain't seen before." 

What a horrid man! And now she could hear the hiss of leather being scraped 
along the rough fabric of his Levi's. Again Marie twisted her head around 
and saw Gus standing there, his legs spread apart for power, the belt 
dangling from his right hand to the ground. She heard the snap of the 
leather being doubled. 

Marie shivered, her arms hugging the tree harder while her toes curled and 
dug into the soft ground. Instinctively the teen knew he was going to whip 
her, beat her flesh with the black leather. She heard the crunch of a 
purposeful step on the leaves and dead twigs. He was right behind her now. 
Marie rolled her eyes back, catching sight of him getting ready to hit her. 
She remembered the stinging blows in the car and back here when he had 
knocked her nearly unconscious. This would be worse, she thought to herself 
as Gus readied himself. 

"This is gonna warm you up, baby. It's gonna make your ass nice to the touch 
when I finally go in and fuck you," he told her. 

"Unnnnnnnnnn!" she groaned. 

There was a hissing sound. Marie clenched her teeth against the 
foul-smelling handkerchief, clenching her eyes shut. There was a dreadful 
moment of waiting. Then the dry smacking sound of leather against her 
ass-cheeks preceded the horrid hot stinging sensation radiating out from her 
violated ass. 

"Owoowowofoffff!" she screamed through the gag. 

"Ain't nothin' compared to what's gonna happen to you." 

Marie could only imagine what he was talking about as she hung helplessly 
from the tree. She whimpered, shuddering as the pain quickly became an odd 
kind of warmth spreading through her thighs and up into her cunt. Marie 
screwed up her face. Again she felt that pleasure that was making her cunt 
so very hot and tight to the touch. Gus said something once more. Marie 
tightened her ass, the movement actually raising her ass. 

There was another hissing sound. His leather belt curled around her left 
thigh, the beveled end just kissing the bottom of her cuntlips. 

Marie jerked up onto her tiptoes, her knees pressing hard against the rugged 
bark. She felt her nipples scratching against the rough wood while her clit 
sparked from the savage blow. Marie snapped her head back, feeling the sweep 
of her hair over the top curves of her asscheeks. Gus was panting hard. She 
could hear his wheezing breaths as he snapped the belt high over her head. 
She shrank from the sound, her whimpers adding to his general excitement. 

"Nice, baby. Got a couple of long red stripes back there." 

"Unfnnfnnffff!" 

Another blow bit into her left ass-cheek. Marie jerked forward, her cunt 
rubbing once again against the tree. 

"Fuck that tree, baby. Come on, wrap those long legs around the trunk and 
fuck it out." 

His mocking words stung her pride. But there was little she could do. Marie 
tried relaxing, rubbing her fingers against the tree trunk to get some 
circulation back in them. 

A fourth blow curled into her asscrack, the edge of the belt yanking down at 
her asshole. Marie thought she would disgrace herself right then and there 
from that stinging blow. Gus stopped for a while. She relaxed her hips, 
feeling her cunt rubbing up and down against the bark. He was right. She was 
fucking the tree, the blows having done something extraordinary to her pussy 
and her way of thinking. Marie tried to stop the subtle fucking movements of 
her hips. But the touch of the bark against her clit was too tempting to 
resist. 

"Uhhfhhfhfff!" she moaned. 

She let her head fall back as a fifth blow slammed hard over both asscheeks. 
Her spine was straight, her head tilted at a sharp angle to the tree. It was 
as if the belt were a hammer pounding her into the trunk. She couldn't stand 
the pain any longer. 

"Yeahhh, nice, hot little ass. You ever had it this hot before, baby?" 

"Mmmmmfffff!" 

"Can't hear you," Gus said mockingly, slapping her asscheeks with the broad 
palm of his hand, then curling his fingers against the flesh. Marie yelped 
through the spit-soaked cloth, her teeth chattering as the pain sliced into 
her clit. There were thoughts looming in her mind, growing bigger and 
bigger, pushing out all the morality her mother had so carefully tried to 
formulate in the girl all these years. 

"Unnfnnfnnfnfff!" she moaned in her pain. 

"Gotta get that damned log over here before I cum on myself," he muttered, 
dropping the belt to the ground. 

Marie twisted her head around once more, staring heavy-lidded at the big 
stud as he bent over and raised something from nearby. Blinking her eyes 
clear, the teen saw it was a log of about three feet long. 

"Uhhfhhfffff!" she protested. 

Gus rolled the log up against her ankles, then lifted her so he could get 
the hunk of dead tree in place. Bending over once more, he raised her up by 
the ankles. Marie moaned, feeling the rough bark scraping painfully against 
her already-chafed wrists. Gus propped the log against the broad base of the 
old pine, right-angled so her knees rested against the opposite end. The odd 
angle strained her tied wrists, increasing the painful cold of her fingers. 
Marie jerked her head back, rubbing her knees together, then sliding her 
cunt up and down over the bark. How shamelessly good the old wood felt 
against her. pussylips. What would her mother say now if she could see her 
daughter rutting like this before a stranger, fucking a tree? The thought 
made the girl laugh into the gag. 

"You won't be laughin' long after this, baby. I'll have you moanin' for 
more," Gus warned her. 

Gus jerked her three feet off the ground. The heavy log was broad enough to 
support both knees even when they were spread wide open. 

"Man, you're all wet in there-just like a broad's supposed to be when she's 
hot." 

Marie felt Gus rubbing his knuckles up against her pussy, scraping his 
fingernails along the sensitive ribbon of flesh between her inner and outer 
cuntlips. She groaned, the small muscles clenching and cramping down on thin 
air. 

"Gonna do it now, baby. Gonna stick my cock in all the way." 

Marie heard him positioning himself, hunkering down just like she'd seen 
dogs do in the streets. Yes, that was a good image-a dog fucking her, 
fucking her like a gutter bitch. Her mother would have approved of that 
simile for her rutting daughter now. 

He was poking his finger in, rubbing it around and around. He crushed her 
clit under his thumbnail, the resulting sensation sending streamers of 
delicious pain stabbing into her brain. Marie jerked back against her 
wrists, forcing the rope to cut even deeper into her wrists. The wood cut 
and scraped painfully along her elbows and legs as Gus stuck his finger in a 
little deeper. In and out, in and out. 

He was finger-fucking her, rubbing his thumb along the silky flesh bordering 
her cuntlips. She could hear the sticky clicking of his digits fucking her. 
His nails were creasing the slick pink cunt flesh just this side of her 
cherry. And then he touched that soft puckered border with his forefinger. 
Gus stopped, sucking in a deep breath. 

"A fuckin' virgin," he muttered to himself, pulling back just for a second. 
"I wouldn't have believed it-not from a little bitch like you hitchin' on 
the road." 

Marie sagged against her bonds. The moment was close when he would fuck her, 
tear through her cherry and rape her! She tensed, her thigh muscles cramping 
and pushing out against her sweaty white flesh. Gus slipped another finger 
into her puckered pussy, twisting the two of them around and around while 
strumming her clit with his thumb. Marie went crazy, hugging the old pine 
tightly with her knees. 

He was teasing her, poking his fingertip against the cherry until it nearly 
gave way, then pulling back when Marie began to cry in agony. He watched her 
asscheeks tense, relax, then bunch up again. 

"Get ready, baby. Gonna take care of that ol' cherry with my finger. Don't 
wanna dirty up my cock with any blood." 

Marie sobbed again into the gag, the world swimming around her. Somewhere 
above her she could hear a plane winging its way to L.A. The breeze made the 
leaves all around rustle as if the woods had suddenly come alive. And in the 
midst of all this Gus was shoving his finger all the way in. 

Bright orange and red whorls blinded the girl as a stabbing pain seared her 
brain. He had done it! He'd torn her cherry with his fingers. Marie sagged 
down from her ankles, her sobs choking her, her throat hurting and sore from 
the tension. He had torn her virginity away from her. And, from what she 
could guess, Gus was far from finished with her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Marie sobbed quietly, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Gus had done it! He 
had torn her cherry with his fingernail. And now he was wiping the blood 
against his thigh, laughing softly at her. 

"Never would've thought it, man. A fuckin' virgin," he muttered. 

Marie shook her head, tears still exploding behind her eyes. How she hurt! 
Her cunt was still throbbing from the initial tearing of her cherry. And now 
Gus was resting his body against hers. She could feel his prick rubbing up 
and down against her asscheeks, the fat, meaty head rubbing up against her 
cuntlips. Marie stiffened, her knees knocking together. He was going to do 
it now. He was going to fuck her, sticking his big prick into her body. She 
trembled, her arm muscles knotting with tension. Marie scraped her 
fingernails against the rough bark, biting down on the gag. 

"Gonna do it now, baby. Gonna stick that big cock of mine up your fuckin' 
pussy." 

"Uhhfhhfhhfhfffff!" she yelled through the gag. 

Marie clenched her eyes shut, a lightning pulse beating at her throat. There 
was another moment of hesitation, one that nearly drove her mad. Gus was 
biting the nape of her neck, his teeth nearly breaking the skin. His hands 
wrapped around her waist then slid up. His fingers were soon pinching her 
tits, squeezing the red long rubbery nubs so hard the girl cried out through 
the gag. 

"Yghghhfhfhhfff!" 

Then he did it. Dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her, Marie felt 
him press his knees up against the backs of her legs and shove in hard. With 
one quick push, he fucked half of his cock into her body! 

Marie straightened her spine, her legs trembling. She wriggled her slim ass, 
feeling herself caught, impaled on that thick hunk of stabbing prick. Gus 
was grunting behind her, biting her neck once more while working his thighs 
up against her flattening ass. The girl could feel his cock working back and 
forth, back and forth, chugging through her body. There was a kind of hurt 
around the edges of her cunt. But Marie wasn't thinking about that any more. 
She was completely blown away by the way her velvety slick cuntal walls were 
being stretched apart by Gus's chugging cock. "Uhfhhfhhfhhfffff!" 

Let him rape her. Let him beat her and take care of the guilt she was 
starting to feel when her clit tingled with incredible excitement against 
his fat prick. Marie broke two of her nails against the bark, feeling her 
palms scraping painfully against the rough surface. Gus was pinching her 
nipples even harder now, squeezing them until she thought he was going to 
tear them from her tits. His knees banged again and again against her legs. 
She could feel the black wiry hairs of his crotch stinging her cuntlips. 

"Oh, baby, you're tight . . . but you're so fuckin' wet down there you're 
makin' it easy for me . . . yeahhhh, that's it, move that little ass!" 

He bent down again, biting her neck, tonguing the injured flesh, then biting 
down again. Marie snapped her head back when the big square teeth nipped her 
skin. 

How that cock was fucking into her. He pulled back, his hands now braced 
against her slim hips. Marie shuddered, feeling the elastic cuntal walls 
shrinking back together behind the retreating prickhead. Instinctively again 
Marie angled her ass back, silently begging the young stud to keep his cock 
in. Gus laughed at her reaction, giving several short hunches to his prick 
and making Marie grunt through the spit-soaked gag once more. He slid his 
cock out until the meaty prickhead was the only thing greedily clutched by 
her pussy. Then he fucked back in hard, taking the breath away from the 
blonde teen. 

"Ooooooffffff!" 

Marie sobbed wildly, throwing her head from left to right. Gus fucked her 
deep now, fucking his cock nearly all the way in brutally. Marie snapped as 
much as she could against the pine, thinking her body was going to come 
apart from all the sensation tearing at her. Just when she thought that 
wonderful moment of sexual madness would overpower her, Gus stopped, pulling 
his prick out once more. This time he slipped his cock completely from her 
cunt, making her pussy muscles snap and contract against thin air. 

"Don't wanna cum right now," he gasped, kissing her neck once again. "Gonna 
have a little fun with you now." 

Marie groaned. How she was shaming herself with her body! She was a good 
girl! Her mother had told her that time and time again. Everyone on the 
block envied her mother because Marie never went out on "fast" dates or took 
drugs or drank. But now . . . and now Marie found herself strapped to a 
tree, her hands bound, her cunt ripped apart. Her cunt ran with hot fuck 
juice, her pussylips swelling with excitement while her flesh glowed with 
arousal. 

"I'm gonna carve my initials on your back, little slut." 

The hard words cut through her reverie. Marie snapped to attention, swinging 
her head around and seeing Gus standing there with a hunting knife. Her eyes 
widened immediately, her gaze falling onto the gleaming three-inch blade. He 
was holding it in his right hand, the pointed end tilted slightly toward the 
ground. 

Again horrible stories of women found carved up in roadside ditches filtered 
through her confused mind. Gus took one step, then another, his eyes glowing 
with unholy delight. Marie screamed through the gag, pulling frantically at 
the half-inch line holding her wrists together and to the tree. Nothing 
gave. She sobbed into the gag again, her throat hurting, her chest pounding 
while her heart skipped several beats. Perspiration oozed from every pore, 
adding a sexy sheen to her white flesh. Terror-stricken, the young teen 
watched as Gus came up to her and pressed the cold blade flat against her 
arm. She shivered, imagining the thing slicing into her body. 

"I want to hear you squeal-just like some gutted pig." 

Was he joking? Marie looked into his eyes. It was hard to tell. She tried 
pulling away, but the ropes again held her firmly to the pine. She raised 
her head slightly, her eyes wide and focused on that blade. Gus let the 
blade move almost as if by its own power. The blade lightly shaved some hair 
along her arm without cutting through the skin. Marie thought she would die 
right then and there. And then he moved the knife up to her throat. She 
cried out with short, gaspy little animal grunts. Her fingers tightened 
until they cramped against the loose bark. Her knees knocked violently 
against the tree. Gus was moving the knife until the cutting edge pressed 
against her throat. Then lightly, maddeningly, he moved it down until it was 
up against her right tit. The knife cut lightly, forming a narrow groove 
wherever it went without drawing blood. More goose-flesh exploded all over 
her body. 

"Uhhhhhfhhfhhfffff!" Marie screamed, snapping her head back. 

Gus laughed and bore down. 

Her heels beat against the earth, scattering gnarled brown and gray twigs. 
Her ass jerked from left to right. 

Again Marie screamed. Again Gus only laughed at her distress, sliding the 
knife back and forth as if he were about to cut her throat wide open. The 
girl twisted up against the tree, her belly slapping loudly, wetly against 
the bark. 

"That's it, baby, come on, show ol' Gus you're alive." 

Marie felt something warm and wet trickling down the insides of her thighs. 
She blushed with shame. She was pissing on herself, losing complete control 
of her body as terror knifed coldly into her brain. And she knew Gus was 
enjoying all of this. He loved her terror, the feel of her body trembling 
under his. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, this is great, really great, baby. You don't know how good 
you're makin' me feel by doin' all this." 

How she hated him! How she wished she could get that knife and plunge it 
right into his chest. Instead she had to dangle helplessly here on the tree 
while more and more horror filled her. 

"And you're diggin' it, ain't you? You dig havin' me do this to you." 

"Nooooofffff!" she protested, choking on the gag. 

But it was true. Gus had her number! Secretly Marie felt her body responding 
to the knife, to his awful words and actions. Yes, she loved having the 
blade trailing around her chest, teasing her tits, nearly cutting through 
her flesh. There was an air of terrible arousal stinging her clit as Gus 
moved the blade down to her belly button, then twisted it around and slipped 
it back up to her right nipple. She shivered, feeling the cold sharpness 
nearly cutting into the aroused rubbery nub. Marie shoved her ass back, 
rubbing her cunt up against his prick. It was wild, feeling the full length 
of his cock sliding around her cuntlips. If only he would stick his cock in! 
If only he would shove his cock in all the way while teasing her in this 
horrid way! 

The blade tip was pointed once more at the nipple. The blade advanced, 
crossing her aureole. That touch triggered a myriad of pleasure/pain 
sensations. No skin was cut yet, but the threat of it, the awful 
possibility, sent the girl swirling around in an ocean of sensation. Marie 
beat her body against the tree, squeezing her ass, bearing down on her 
bloated clit while Gus's cock still remained maddeningly far from her pussy. 

"You like it, baby. You like it a whole lot." 

"No! No! No!" 

But her panting breaths betrayed her denial. Marie felt saliva frothing out 
around the gag, dribbling down her chin while Gus still toyed with her 
pussy. The blade went down to her hips, down around her asscheeks, the flat 
end of the blade impressing itself against her flesh. The girl stood on her 
tiptoes, her knees once more knocking violently against the tree. Marie 
wished she could somehow sink into the ground, disappear from this man. And 
yet at the same time she wanted that awful cock in her pussy. If only he 
would fuck her and leave her to her shame! 

But that wasn't to be. She felt Gus's hands moving down, spreading her 
asscheeks apart until her wet, sticky asscrack was exposed. The young girl 
closed her eyes in shame. 

"Ohhhh, yeahhh . . . you're real red down there, baby. It's somethin' else 
seein' a cunt that hot, just waitin' for my cock again." 

His words made her feel like dirt. Marie shook her head, feeling the knife 
slide across one ass-cheek, then move around up toward her waist. Then he 
was pressing it against the curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure 
increased until she could feel the sharpness against her flesh. 

Once more the girl was terrified he would cut her. Then Gus moved the blade 
back down, twisting it around so it would fit tightly in her narrow 
asscrack. The girl sucked in air through her burning nostrils, feeling her 
cuntal muscles snap shut. She could feel her pussy close down, the walls 
slapping loudly together. Her body vibrated like a taut string. 

And then he was pressing the knife against her cuntlips, wriggling it from 
side to side. The freezing cold of the blade made her pussy muscles contract 
against the knife. 

Gus was rocking it back and forth as he'd done earlier. Only this time he 
was making certain the point was touching her clit. Marie was making 
guttural animal sounds deep in her throat, not understanding what was 
happening to her body. Gus pressed the tip harder against her clit, making 
her gasp again and again. The pressure on her erect clit made a shock as 
sharp as the blade itself shoot through her. She arched her back, feeling 
the immense pressure against her spine. 

"Little slut . . . yeahhh, little slut, diggin' havin' me fuck you with this 
Goddamned knife." 

Marie couldn't deny it. She found a hotter, intense lust radiating up from 
her cunt, making her flesh literally glow with excitement. He kept rocking 
the knife back and forth, back and forth against her clit. Marie groaned 
again, not believing something this good flushing her body could come from 
that animal behind her and his knife! 

The repeated touch of the knife against her cunt sent more chilly flashes of 
sexual heat into her cunt. How her pulse raced, the blood scorching ner 
veins while her toes curled against the soft ground under her. The tip of 
the blade cut through several of her clit folds. The searing pain was 
inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct touch to her clit. 

"That's it, baby, swing that ass around, move it like you want more." 

Marie did want more! She jerked her ass from left to right, feeling his legs 
pressing against hers, feeling his prick shoving up to her cunt only to 
retract at the last moment. Her head throbbed from the excitement scorching 
her brain. How her cunt-juice flowed, wetting down her bloated pussylips. 

"Uhhfhfhfffff!" she groaned. 

Gus dragged the knife back, stinging a narrow groove to the top of her 
cuntal mound. Marie was shoving her ass back at Gus, wanting more, needing 
more. Gus obliged, sliding the knife around the wrinkled rim of her asshole, 
then back to her cunt. 

No use. She couldn't resist his awful advances. Marie knew she was shaming 
herself. But there was nothing else she could do. She wanted to have this 
animal jam his prick into her hot, wet, hungry little cunthole. The tender 
tissues were still raw from the awful finger-fucking he had visited upon 
her. But still she wanted to have his prick stretching her cuntal walls. Oh, 
how good it would feel having her pussy stretched tightly around his fucking 
cock! "That's it, bitch!" 

The knife was poking teasingly at the rim of her asshole once more. Marie 
gasped with shock at the unholy touch of that most private of places. The 
pinprick stabs forced the rubbery rim of her asshole inward. She had the 
same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a spicy meal. For 
one wild second, Marie wondered just how it would feel having Gus's prick 
slipping into her shitter. 

"Man, move that ass, move it like that!" Gus cried. 

He was back to her cunt, poking the tip of the knife into her puffy 
cuntlips. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching her back as best 
she could and shoving her asscheeks back at him. 

"Oh, man, gotta do it to you now," Gus said, dropping the knife to the 
ground. 

Marie heard the weapon thud against the dirt and sighed with relief. She 
knew that sound meant he was going to fuck her. Now she would find what she 
needed desperately. The terrible pressure building up between her white, 
shivering legs would be eased. 

Gus centered his prick right over her cunt-hole, then shoved down all the 
way. Marie groaned, bright lights exploding behind her eyes as she felt her 
cuntlips flattening back, then puckering inward slightly as Gus's ten-inch 
cock plowed into her cunt meat. How the squiggly, wet walls clenched against 
that invading cock like a tight-fitting sleeve. Her muscles spasmed again 
and again, sending delicious shock waves through her body. Marie jumped up 
and down, her feet aching with the tension and position of her body. And Gus 
was gripping her hips tightly, arching his back while fucking his prick deep 
into her. 

"Ohhhh, nice, nice and hot and wet down there . . . just the way I dig it," 
Gus moaned. 

Marie squinched her eyes tight and felt herself fucking back for all she was 
worth, afraid he would hurt her. Her ass bounced up against his belly while 
her feet slipped several times from under her. Gus kept her upright, shoving 
her hard against the tree until her belly and tits were covered with tiny 
little scratches from the rough bark. 

Gus squirmed against her as Marie felt her powerful ring of cuntal muscles 
clench down on his prick. She was going to cum. She could feel her pussy 
contracting, squeezing hard against his prick. And, behind her, the girl 
could hear Gus breathing irregularly, his breaths coming in low, panting 
moans. 

"Ohhh, fuckin'-A, man, gonna dump it . . . gonna dump my load right in that 
fuckin' cunt." 

Marie cried out, suddenly thinking someone else was screaming beside her. 
No, it was her own voice, screeching through the spitty gag. She was 
cumming, experiencing a sensation she never would have thought endurable in 
a human! She pranced her ass wildly, holding his cockshaft with her aching, 
cramping cunt. How it hurt her to hold him this long! But the maddening 
tickle was making her clit throb so very much. 

"Yaghfhfhhfhfhfffff!" she yelled. 

The back of her neck was raw from all those bites. But how Marie loved the 
sensation of his teeth against her flesh now as she came and came and came. 
Brilliant stars popped in front of her eyes while she felt the jets of his 
scalding cum burn like acid into her cuntal walls. Gus's hands were all over 
her, hitting, pinching, caressing while more and more of his white-hot jizz 
ate into her pussy walls. 

"Baby, baby . . . " he grunted. 

The world sank away from the groaning teeth, her fingers slipping down the 
bark of the pine as her final cuntal spasms smashed through her. He had done 
it, fucked her, raped her this way. Would he let her go? The question echoed 
in her mind as Marie slid into a state of semi-consciousness. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Marie had no idea where she was. After Gus had finished raping her, he had 
disappeared for a while. He then came back and got her. She discovered that 
he had spent the time away from her putting the van back on the road. He 
threw her in the back and ordered her to get dressed as best she could. 

Once or twice, she had hoped that the man would throw her from the van, 
leave her bruised and battered body by the side of the m road-anything to 
get away from him and his terrible cock. 

But he was not through with her, not just yet. He had other plans, and she 
was afraid to think about what those plans could be. Through the night they 
had hurtled in his van, until they had come to a strange house. Now she was 
alone in the cellar of that house. Abandoned and abused, she wanted to curl 
up and die. What would her mother think if she could see her now? What would 
her friends think of the slut she had become in so short a time? 

The walls were slippery around her. Gus had taken the trembling girl to a 
two-story Victorian-style house on the edge of Santa Barbara. She had had 
little chance to see what kind of neighborhood she was in. There was the 
smell of salt in the air and a definite dampness, making Marie believe they 
were near the ocean. But Gus had hustled her inside, throwing her down the 
stairs and locking the heavy steel door behind her. Tentatively Marie 
stretched out her right hand, taking note the floor was brick or maybe 
flagstone. For the next few moments, the girl hadn't dared to find out more 
about the blackness surrounding her. The claw-like skitter and pause of some 
small animal had stopped her just after Gus had shut the door behind her. 

Marie hugged her upper arms, feeling hungry and tired at the same time. The 
black and blue marks on her thighs and legs were hurting while cum still 
oozed from her fucked cunt. She sobbed and closed her eyes again, thinking 
about that awful scene, about how Gus's prick had fucked through her pussy. 
She shook her head, thinking about her home, about the warm bed now empty, 
waiting for her. She sank into a reverie about open fields and how she and 
her father used to go and picnic there. The picture in her mind grew 
brighter. She thought she could see her father right there in the cellar 
now, stretching his hands out. He was going to speak to her, say something 
about a picnic. 

A shrill scream of terror cut through the clammy air of the cellar. Marie 
jerked to a sitting position. There were fumbling sounds outside and more 
screams. Her hair stood on end. What on earth was going on out there? The 
heavy door grated open and she could see black shapes against the yellow 
light of the entranceway. One of the shapes left the ground and flew past 
her, thudding wetly inside the door. It screamed again. 

Another girl! Quickly Marie gathered her legs under her ass, terrified that 
something awful was about to happen right here and now. But nothing 
happened. The door slammed shut again, plunging the room immediately into 
blackness. 

For a moment Marie was afraid to utter a sound. Then curiosity and pity got 
the better of her. Sucking in a deep breath, she scrambled across the floor 
toward the sobbing girl. She touched something warm. 

"Aghghghhhhh!" the girl screamed, skittering back, hitting her body against 
the opposite wall. "Wh . . . who is it?" 

"Marie Williams . . . I . . . I'm down here just like you," she added, 
grateful in a way there was someone she could share her private horror with. 

"Ohhh God, God, he raped me . . . he raped me," the girl groaned after a 
moment's pause, her voice broken with sobs. 

"Who?" Marie asked, wondering. 

Gus? Had she been here that long? Could Gus have gone out again and found 
another girl, luring her into his van and then raping her? Had her mind 
warped this quickly so she was unable to tell the passage of time? 

"I . . . I don't know," the girl sobbed haltingly, stifling her cries with 
some effort. "I . . . I was walking home from work from Colonel Sanders . . 
. you know, just down the way, when this man pulls up in a car and offers me 
a ride." 

A car? Not Gus. Marie felt a shiver involuntarily slither up and down her 
flesh. She fought down the desire to scream. 

"I told him I didn't want one. But then he just jumped out and took me and . 
. ' . and hit me, and then, and then he raped me." 

Marie slid over to the girl, guessing where she was from the direction of 
her voice. She stretched her hands out and found her. 

"My name's Kathy Dennison," the girl sobbed, leaning heavily against Marie. 
"I live here in Santa Barbara. What happened to you?" 

Marie heaved a sigh. She wasn't as innocent as Kathy. But she told her story 
anyway, leaving out how she had been so aroused by Gus's cock and the way he 
had treated her. 

"It's a gang!" the girl cried, stiffening after Marie had finished. "It has 
to be. I thought I saw a couple of cars out back when he brought me here. 
Oh, oh, oh, what's going to happen to us?" 

Kathy broke down into more hysterical sobs. 

"Oh, he hurt me so much! Is there water here?" Marie heard Kathy gasp. 

"I don't know," Marie responded dully. "I heard things moving. I didn't 
look." 

Marie smacked her lips. She realized she was parched in spite of the 
clamminess of the cellar. 

"I'll go see," Marie finally said. 

Marie left the sobbing girl, stretching her arms out once more and blindly 
feeling her way around the floor. Her muscles were starting to tighten and 
cramp from the long hours she had spent unmoving in the dark. The rough 
floor scraped her knees as she moved about, patting the damp flagstones, 
wondering what she would find in the next few moments. 

She gagged, lurching backward. At first she thought she had touched a human 
face! The thought that the men might have gone too far somewhere along the 
line and was using this horrid spot for a corpse dumping ground made Marie 
nearly vomit. Tentatively she pushed her hand out again. No. It had been her 
overactive imagination. It was just a moss-covered stone. Marie nearly 
laughed at her stupid thoughts. Then she remembered her thirst and Kathy's 
request and padded on. 

Marie had to stop and listen for Kathy's breathing to find out which 
direction the girl was. She wondered what would happen if she had found 
water and couldn't get back to her newly found friend. Suddenly the girl 
sensed a wall in front of her. The echo of her breath seemed to deaden. The 
girl straightened and felt the air. Nothing. Marie edged a little closer, 
again stretching out her hand and feeling for something solid. 

"Ah," she sighed as her palm connected with something solid. 

She touched the wall after hobbling a little closer. It stank of piss! What 
in God's name had been going on down here? She shrank back, again fighting 
back the desire to vomit. A terrible, horrible place! Once more she could 
hear Kathy crying softly. 

"Did you find anything?" Kathy asked. 

"Uh, no, nothing. I'm still looking around," Marie answered. 

It was agonizing to move again. The bruise marks hurt her more, it seemed, 
as she crawled around like some wild beast. She wished Kathy had never come 
in. She could have lain on the floor and thought about her father, about the 
wonderful times they had had before he had died and her mother had turned 
into such a bitch. 

Marie rose from her knees, keeping one hand on the filthy wall. It was 
something, a direction, a way that would show her a goal to . . . to what? 
Reaching down, the girl grabbed what remained of her torn dress and gathered 
it about her throat. There was a draft coming in from somewhere. It was 
chilling her flesh, making her skin break into goose pimples. She felt the 
material teasing against her sensitive nipples as she moved forward, her 
arms scraping against the wall. 

Marie closed her eyes and concentrated. That seemed to sharpen her ears. She 
heard Kathy moan. 

"Can you move if I find water? Are you okay?" Marie asked. 

"Oh yes . . . I think so." 

Marie heard something slide on the floor. The wall next to her masked the 
source. The echo seemed to flatten. Snakes? Where there snakes in here? The 
thought made her want to scream. But that would only make the girl behind 
her more terror-stricken than she already was. Marie froze, then began to 
move carefully once more. She arched her toes up, sliding her feet slowly. 
She hoped to find something, and yet feared to find something sliding 
around. 

Marie's first few steps hadn't located anything. Suddenly her right foot 
splashed into cold liquid. She jumped back with a sharp squeal. 

"What? What did you find?" Kathy gathered herself up with a moan, stumbling 
in the direction of Marie. 

Marie didn't answer, kneeling and putting her hands into the small pool. She 
raised a handful to her mouth. It tasted a little salty, but it was cold and 
wet in spite of the musty smell. 

"Water. There's a puddle of water in here," she cried. The achievement, 
little as it was, raised her spirits. 

Marie drank more, sloshing the water from her cupped hands down her throat 
and the front of her torn dress. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she 
was, and drank until the brackish fluid made the back of her throat feel 
raw. 

Kathy scuffled across the floor, falling, then picking herself up and 
groping toward Marie. "Please, can you help me?" 

"Yes, yes, I will," Marie said. 

She dipped her hands in the pool again. 

"Talk. I can't hear where you are," Marie told the girl. 

Kathy called to her-, breaking off every few words to cry. 

"Again." Marie shoved toward the voice, stepping carefully. In a second, she 
found herself nudging Kathy with her foot. Kneeling, she pushed forward. 
"Where's your mouth? Help me." 

She found a thin arm move up to her, pulling her hands down. She felt lips 
brush her hands. Then Kathy drank the few drops of water Marie had carried 
across the cellar. 

"Thank you," the girl whispered, letting go of Marie's hand. She sank back. 
"What are they going to do to us now?" 

The question was a good one. Marie had sobbed out that question in the van 
when Gus had driven her here, suffering a sharp blow across the side of the 
face Tor having, asked that. From Kathy, she now knew there was more than 
one person involved. Were they just going around, picking up girls off the 
streets and spiriting them down to this place? Before she could think any 
more, there were scuffling sounds behind the door once more. Another victim? 
Kathy moved against her, her body trembling like that of a frightened bird. 

"Don't worry, nothing's going to happen," Marie said, her voice cracked, 
hollow, unbe- 

The door opened. 

It was Gus and some other man. Glancing over her shoulder and noticing 
Kathy's violent reaction, Marie guessed it was the man who had beaten and 
raped Kathy earlier. 

"I told you we'd be havin' some more fun. This here's Jack. We run a kind of 
snake ranch around these parts. Ain't no one around to stop us. We pick up 
little sluts like you and your friend over there and show 'em a real nice 
time." 

"No, no . . . " Kathy cried pitifully. 

Marie tried fighting back. She twisted in their strong grips, her shoulders 
aching from the stress. Jack said nothing, his black eyes glittering while a 
shock of his dark hair fell over his forehead. Both men were well-built, 
tall, overpowering. She could well understand why Kathy couldn't resist 
someone like Jack once he had tackled her. 

"We've got somethin' for you to look at. It's a gadget Jack over here 
thought up a while ago. Real effective, I think." 

They dragged Marie down the hall like a sack, the tops of her toes bufshing 
over the uneven concrete floor. She looked about, hoping she would see some 
sign of stairs or a door whe could later escape through. Nothing. It was as 
if she'd been sealed in a tomb to endure these men for what was left of her 
life! 

"Inside," Gus told her. 

They let her go. With a shove, Jack thrust Marie toward a small green door 
at the side of the hall. The girl stumbled forward, pushing the hair from 
her eyes. The aches in her muscles from lying on the cellar floor made her 
walk a little awkwardly. She tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and 
knees on a cement floor just inside the doorway. Big hands grabbed her 
shoulders again and set her upright. 

"Oh . . . " Marie gasped. 

"Can't have any of this, baby. We gotta see you in the flesh," Gus said. 

She felt him fumbling around with her torn dress. Then he ripped her dress 
away with several brutal tugs. "No! Oh God, no!" 

Marie looked at the men wide-eyed, bending slightly at the waist while 
backing away from them. The cold floor made her feet ache as she felt goose 
pimples rise from her flesh. She tried crossing her arms over her tits, 
fanning her fingers over her pussy. 

"Modest, yet," Gus said, laughing hard at her. You couldn't wait to get 
outta that thing when I was fuckin' you before." 

"That's not true," she spat back. 

Gus approached her and turned the girl around, pulling down her arms 
roughly. Marie let out another little whimper, feeling as if she were a 
laboratory animal being stretched out for dissection. He reached around and 
pinched her nipples hard, making the girl squeal. Marie backed away, 
slapping her hands down at the offending fingers. Her asscheeks jiggled from 
the move. 

"Stop it!" she ordered. 

"Get over there, or I'll pinch those fuckin' nubs off," Gus threatened. 

Marie glanced around her right shoulder, drawing her hands back over her 
cunt while shrugging her upper arms over her tits. She saw a coffin! There 
was a coffin some four feet above the floor on a table, the lid opened. Were 
they serious? They wanted her to get over there? She jerked her head back, 
staring uncomprehendingly at the two men. They were smiling cruelly at her, 
nodding in affirmation of her fears. 

What else could she do? Slowly he backed down, her thighs tightening as Gus 
began rubbing his pant legs. Oh yes. She remembered his prick. All too well, 
Marie remembered how shamelessly good she had felt, him pushing into her, 
spreading her itchy cuntal walls apart and sliding his cock all the way in. 

"That's it, right against the coffin," Gus said. 

Marie felt the backs of her legs striking the table. She was close enough to 
peer in. Nails. There were all sorts of nails pounded through the splintered 
bottom. Some were only a half-inch, others were several inches. An 
uncomfortable thought drifted through her mind. Surely they weren't going to 
put her inside. 

Jack grabbed her first, pulling her arms back and sliding an eighteen-inch 
piece of rope around her wrists. 

Marie found it useless to resist. She stood there, staring wildly at the 
nails as the big stud bound her arms with a double figure-eight knot. She 
winced, feeling the line chafing the same area the other rope had earlier. 

"I'll get her feet," Gus said. 

Gus pulled a longer piece of rope from his rear pocket, binding one ankle to 
the other tightly with a slipknot. She was roped hand and foot! 

"We'll string 'er up from there and lower her in slow . . . real slow," Gus 
instructed. 

Automatically Marie tilted her head back, her eyes narrowing and focusing on 
an area of the ceiling directly over the coffin. She could see what appeared 
to be some kind of pulley device. There was a long piece of inch-thick line 
coiled up on a nearby rafter. Her worst fears were confirmed. Marie nearly 
sank to the floor in a faint as she watched Gus knock the rope down from the 
rafters and begin to attach her to it. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"No! Oh my God, it . . . hurts!" Marie cried. 

"Sure it does, babe. It's supposed to," Gus shot back. 

It was grotesque! After having bound her wrists and ankles together, the two 
men stretched Marie out on the floor, bringing the rope from the rafters 
down to her fingers. How her arms ached from having them pulled back until 
her fingers touched the balls of her feet! And now they were swinging the 
other rope down, threading it around her wrists, attaching it to her body. 
And, all the while, Marie thought about that horrid coffin sitting on the 
table only a few feet away. 

"Haul 'er up!" Gus instructed. 

Marie rolled her eyes around, watching as Jack stepped to the free end of 
the rope and began pulling. She could hear the pulleys above her squeaking 
into action. In a moment the ropes around her wrists and ankles grew taut. 

"Uhhhh!" she grunted. 

Gradually her arms and legs stretched up, her feet and hands pressing harder 
against one another. Her spine began to curve downward while her pussy 
raised from the floor. Marie let out another powerful moan, fearing her 
spine would surely crack in half from this torture. Still Jack pulled, sweat 
beginning to bead around his forehead. Slowly, painfully, Marie rose from 
the floor, her body swinging like a pendulum above the concrete. 

"Our poor little girl don't like the rope," Gus said mockingly, bending down 
the and chucking Marie playfully under the chin. The teen winced, shuddering 
at his touch. 

"Stop this! Oh please, don't do this to me anymore!" she sobbed. 

"Get 'er over the fuckin' lid," Gus instructed. 

Jack hauled more furiously, his arm muscles knotting from the tension. Marie 
watched the floor slip away as the men hauled her higher and higher, her 
body swinging as she tried to ease the killing pain in her shoulders and 
thighs. 

"Okay, that's far enough." Gus stopped Jack for a moment, swinging Marie 
around until she was directly over the coffin. The nails gleamed more 
menacingly than ever. She shuddered, jerking her arms and legs as much as 
possible. Now she feared the rope would give way, sending her on a downward 
journey that would leave her speared to death! 

"Okay, real slow man, real slow. Let the bitch down!" 

"No!" Marie twisted her head around, staring pleadingly at Gus. He wouldn't 
do something like this! Oh God, no, it was inhuman! The girl felt the rope 
jerking a little against her body. Then, slowly, Jack began giving the main 
rope some slack. She was going down into the coffin, down toward those sharp 
steel nails! 

"Stop! Oh no, no, I'll do anything you want, anything, but no, not that!" 

Marie's eyes widened, her fingers curling and working against the rope until 
her nails split. Her shoulders popped and popped again as the frantic teen 
writhed in her bonds. Still Jack lowered her until she was nearly even with 
the top of the coffin. Then he lowered her two more inches, her tits 
swinging down and nearly touching the longest nails. 

Marie shuddered, her mind whirling around frantically. They had stopped! 
Thank God in heaven, they had stopped! But she was only an inch or so away 
from agony. What more had they in store for her? 

"Gonna be a good little slut?" 

Jack had affixed the rope to a small winch, moving around to her head. Now 
he had her gripped by the hair, jerking her skull up until her mouth was 
nearly even with his crotch. 

"Yes, yes!" she gasped. 

"You ain't gonna be like the other little bitch. She fought me all the time. 
Nearly scratched my eyes out before I finally knocked 'er a good one. Man, 
she was kinda ass on the fuckin' side. But still felt good when I fucked 'er 
good and hard." 

Marie could only imagine poor Kathy being pummeled to the ground and 
brutally fucked by this animal. 

"No, I'll be good," Marie groaned, looking down again at the silver forest 
of steely points beneath her. She could almost feel them piercing her flesh. 

"Good. You can start with my dick. Get your mouth open and start suckin' 
hard," Jack said, reaching down and pulling his fly a open. 

Marie watched helplessly, hopelessly as the big stud pulled out a semi-rigid 
cock and started fingering his prickshaft until his cock stood hard and hot 
in front of her mouth. She had never even thought about doing something like 
this before. Oh, some of the girls at school had mentioned doing stuff like 
this. But Marie had always disapproved of their conversations. Now she saw 
she was going to do this distasteful thing. 

"Come on, baby, get that mouth wrapped around my cock." 

Jack wrapped his fingers more tightly around her long blonde strands, 
pulling them up so hard Marie felt several tear free of her scalp. The pain 
was bad enough. But then came that gagging prick! 

Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes closing as the girl felt the hard, hot cock 
slide over the top of her tongue. Marie nearly gagged! She had never had 
something that big, that hot ii her mouth before. And she was sliding his 
cock in all at once. There was no time for her to get used to its size. Jack 
hunched forward, moving his feet jerkily toward her, his body shuddering as 
his prick touched her tonsils. 

"Unnfnfnnfnffff!" she gagged. 

Marie tried to swallow. But the big stud's cock wouldn't let her. He began 
pumping his thighs, his balls swinging up and banging against her chin while 
his crotch hairs brushed up against the insides of her nostrils. Marie tried 
swallowing again. But again Jack shoved down and forward, his cockhead 
touching the back of her throat. He slapped her several times, telling her 
to wriggle her tongue back and forth and suck harder. Marie tried to do as 
he said. But she couldn't stop thinking about those nails inches away from 
her bowed body. How her spine ached now! How much longer did they think she 
could take this kind of torment without breaking down? 

Jack shoved down hard, pressing his groan against her face. Marie's nose 
flattened against his crotch while her mouth filled with all ten inches of 
his cockmeat. She felt as if she were swimming underwater, and no one had 
taught her how to breathe. She gagged, trying to pull her head away from 
him. It was impossible! Jack held her hard, fucking her throat, sliding his 
prickhead down into her gut! 

"Nooooffff!" 

"Oh yeahhhh, baby, yeahhh . . . it's real nice feelin' my prick all the way 
down in your mouth . . . gonna shoot off soon you keep doin' this." 

Marie gagged again, feeling the room spinning around her. She couldn't catch 
her breath. Surely she would choke on this hunk of cockmeat!" 

"Okay, man, okay, I'm gonna blow my nuts out if I keep this up," Jack 
finally said. 

Marie sighed with relief. He pulled out of her mouth, rubbing the fat 
cockhead along her lips. He told her to lick along its length. She had no 
choice other than to submit to his demand. It was like licking a sucker, she 
told herself again and again, trying to keep her mind off the chafing ropes 
binding her wrists and ankles together. 

"Ohhh, yeahhh, good little slut, good little bitch. Feels real good havin' 
that tongue goin' around my rod, touchin' my cockhead. Christ, man, this 
little Goddamned slut's somethin' else." 

"Yeah, not like her little friend. We gotta teach that slut downstairs some 
manners, from what you tell me. The bitch here can help. But that's for 
later. Right now I gotta take care of my dick too." 

Gus's voice made Marie cringe. What new horrors were they planning? Jack 
backed away, stuffing his cock back into his Levi's. Gus took the rope, 
untying it and slowly lowering the girl into the coffin. 

"No, no, don't do this to me! Oh please, please, please!" 

Marie's frantic whimpers were ignored. Gus only smiled grimly at the bound 
teen as her body slipped beneath the edge of the coffin. 

She felt the first nail touching her right nipple. 

"Yaghghghhghhhh!" Marie screamed. 

It was only the start of something far worse, Marie thought. She screamed 
the top of her lungs, jiggling like mad on the rope. Jerking her head up, 
she looked bug-eyed at the spikes and could imagine every one of them 
piercing her flesh. She struggled, the veins standing out on her neck while 
her wrists and ankles worked against one another. The rope holding her to 
the pulley assembly above groaned with her bouncing weight. 

"No! No! No!" 

It was awful, agonizing! Marie stared wild-eyed at the nails, then twisted 
her head around and begged with tear-stained eyes for Gus to stop. The big 
stud lowered the rope another inch, then wrapped it around the winch once 
more. Marie sighed. She could barely feel the razor-sharp points brushing 
against her thighs. Several of the nails were already touching her nipples. 
But she managed to arch her torso up a bit to keep them from the nails. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, that's nice, real nice," Gus said, peering into the coffin 
and seeing just how close the girl was to the steel. 

"Oh please, take me out, please . . . " 

Marie's words died on her lips. There was no way Gus was going to free her 
from this-not until he had had his pleasure with her. 

"Gonna fuck 'er like this?" 

"It's a thought," Gus answered, running his right hand over her asscheeks. 

Marie could imagine him fucking her, slipping his cock into her cunt or 
asshole while her body dangled dangerously over the nails. The forward fuck 
thrusts would push her flesh against the nails surely. He'd kill her while 
fucking her half to death with his fat prick. Marie trembled, and yet found 
one part of her body responding to the thought. Once more, the girl found 
herself smiling. What on earth was wrong with her? The teen shook her head 
as if she could push out the disturbing thoughts from her mind. 

"But she ain't seen what else this little mother can do," Gus said. 

Marie trembled as she felt the flat of his hand smoothing over her 
asscheeks. One of his fingers strayed into the hot sweaty crack, brushing up 
against her cuntlips, then straying back farther until the nail was touching 
her shitter. The girl sucked a ragged breath and held it, the room swimming 
in front of her eyes. Gus stiffened the finger, pushing it down and into the 
tight little shitter until the second joint was buried. 

"Yooowwwwww!" she screamed. 

Marie made a face, the blood draining from her cheeks as she felt the digit 
scraping along the silky lining of her bowels. Her body twitched on the rope 
once more, her tits swinging along the nails. More than one nail poked her 
big tits, making the girl tremble in terror and try to regain some control 
of herself. 

Gus was laughing at her once more, twisting his finger around and around in 
her shitter until the girl thought she would come unglued. How weird it was 
having a man's finger up her ass! Hot, spicy feelings shot out from her ass 
and pierced her clit. Marie ground her teeth together, trying to keep her 
body from bouncing against the nails. It was so hard to do! 

"Don't like that, do you, baby? We got more for you. Turn on the fuckin' 
switch," Gus said. 

Jack moved around behind the coffin. In a moment Marie heard a clicking 
sound followed by a steady humming. A tingling invaded her tits. She 
realized that the men had somehow electrified these nails. Several of the 
spikes were sending current into her body through her tits right now. 

"No! Oh God, no, no, no!" Marie sobbed out her horror and pain, jerking her 
head from one side to the other, her long blonde hair whipping across the 
nails. Gus pulled his finger halfway out, then shot it back in, the nail 
biting the slick walls of her bowels once more. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" Marie groaned. 

The rope was stretching from her bouncing weight. More of the nails began 
touching her body. Tingling sensations traveled over her flesh, making the 
girl cry out. The nails would surely cut her to ribbons! 

"Go down a little more, baby!" Gus was actually shoving her down into the 
coffin now with his free hand! 

Marie screamed, the nails nearly piercing her flesh, the electricity making 
her teeth chatter against one another! His finger inside her ass was soon 
joined by another digit. He was twisting them around and around, fucking her 
asshole while forcing her down into the coffin and against the electrified 
nails. 

"No!" Marie yelled. 

A third finger was shoved into her shitter! Marie thought he was going to 
shove his whole fist into her asshole! She let out several barking sounds, 
choking on her own saliva. With his free hand Gus slapped her hard across 
the lower back. 

Marie's body shot down, several of the nails poking into her skin. She 
tossed her head from side to side, thinking she would surely die or at least 
go mad from all this sensation. 

"Yeah, yeahh . . . " Gus pulled his fingers n out with a slick pop, 
signaling to Jack to haul Marie from the coffin. 

The girl let out a sigh of relief as she felt the rope tensing around her 
ankles and wrists. Slowly, agonizingly, Marie was hauled from the coffin, 
swung around, then dropped to the floor. 

"Ohhhh . --. . " she moaned weakly. 

Marie was so tired, so exhausted from her ordeal. But she knew they wouldn't 
let her go. Jack bent down, quickly untying the ropes holding her legs to 
her wrists. Marie let out a grateful moan, letting her body relax while they 
took the remaining ropes off. She kept her belly pressed to the floor, 
hoping Gus and Jack had grown tired of their games and would let her go back 
to her cell where she could think of escape. 

"Lick my boots, baby. Lick 'em and then maybe we'll let you go to the cell 
again," Gus said softly. 

Gus's order made her sick. But Marie knew she had no choice. Glancing up, 
she saw him crooking his finger at her. With a groan, she got to her hands 
and knees, moving like a bitch dog toward the two men. She eyed the coffin 
warily, her tits hanging heavily from her upper chest. If she wasn't good, 
perhaps they would swing her back over that horrid device. The next time 
they might let her go all the way. 

There would be no way anyone would find her body once they buried her 
somewhere out here. The thought of being murdered in some horrid way sent 
shivers racing through her body, and hurried the girl along the flagstone 
floor. 

"That's it, baby, scrub 'em up clean .I wanna see that tongue workin' on the 
leather." Gus was working his cock through his Levi's, watching with 
interest as Marie approached him. 

Bending down, she began scrubbing the tops of his boots with her tongue. The 
dust and grime collecting quickly on her tongue was horrible! She thought 
she would vomit more than once, holding her belly hard with her hands. But 
she fought down the bile, again dropping her head and lapping her tongue 
around and around the filthy leather. 

"Good bitch, good . . . " 

Marie worked from the toes toward the heels, the clean space on his boots 
fanning out like a river delta. She moved her tongue to the left, then to 
the right, scrubbing her tongue up toward the tops of the boots, then back 
to the toes. 

"That's it, that's it lick 'em up good. Polish 'em with your fuckin' 
tongue." 

Her knees were starting to hurt. Marie licked on, her nails clicking against 
the cold, hard floor. She looked up, hoping she would see some sign of 
respite in the men's eyes. There was none. 

"That's enough, baby. Come on, gotta give you your midnight fuck before you 
go to sleep." 

"No, please, not that! You've done enough to me! Oh, please . . . " 

She thought of Jack's cock sliding into her mouth, nearly popping off in her 
throat. She could imagine choking on his jizz while his prick pumped hard 
and hot into her throat! And now they were going to fuck her? They were 
going to fuck her after having tormented her this way? 

"Turn off the fuckin' switch on the coffin, then come over here," Gus 
ordered Jack. 

In a moment, Gus was near her, nudging her ribs with the toe of his boot. 
When Marie didn't respond quickly enough, he kicked her hard, the boot 
knocking the wind out of her. 

Marie doubled over, clutching her belly while her knees jerked up nearly to 
her chin. The pain was terrible! He kicked her again, placing his heel right 
up against her asscrack and hammering it down again and again until Marie 
nearly fainted from the pain. 

"Yes, all right," she gasped. 

With a sob, the girl turned around, wondering what new pain awaited her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Gus fucked her brutally, cruelly. While Jack was switching off the 
electricity to the nails in the coffin, Gus was mounting Marie. He had her 
twisted around onto her spine. His Levi's had been shoved to the ground. The 
girl begged him to leave her alone. Her pussy was still sore from the savage 
fuck he had given her earlier. 

"Can't take me in the cunt again, eh, baby?" Gus smirked. He held her by the 
hair, pulling and tugging while hot tears rushed from her eyes and stained 
her cheeks. "No, no!" 

It was so awful. It was a nightmare coming true! Gus was so tall and heavy. 
When he sprawled on top of her now, he knocked the wind from her. She could 
feel his prick gouging along her inner thighs, poking up toward her cunt. 
Marie let out a cry, scratching her nails along his restraining arms. 

"You don't want this, do you, baby? You don't wanna get fucked in the 
pussy?" 

"No, no," she sobbed. 

"Then let's try somewhere else." 

Gus pulled back, slapping her hard across the face. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Marie knew she should not have resisted him. But how could she lie to the 
big man? Surely he would have seen the denial in her eyes when he fucked 
her. 

"Gimme that shit in the drawer-the ball and gag." 

Jack obliged his buddy, handling him a red latex ball with two straps 
hanging from its sides. The straps were of black leather and were 
approximately an inch wide, completed by a buckle at one end. 

"Open up. I'm tired of all the yappin', " Gus ordered. 

Marie did as she was told, nearly gagging as he inserted the red rubber ball 
into her mouth. He pushed the thing past her front teeth. For a moment, the 
girl wondered if he was going to shove it down as hard and far as Jack's 
cockhead had gone. Then, tugging on the straps, Gus wrapped it around her 
skull, affixing the two straps together with the buckle. Marie swallowed, 
glad she could at least do that. She began breathing heavily, her nerves 
frazzling as she wondered what was coming next. 

"Over, baby. You liked hidin' your pussy so much from me. Now you're gonna 
be on your belly so's you don't have to worry about that." 

He twisted her around cruelly, flattening her body against the floor. Marie 
wanted to cry out, especially when he braced one knee between her shoulder 
blades and pressed down hard. But the gag had done its job. She could only 
make muffled sounds while the latex worked back even farther than before. 
Remembering the choking sensation she had had when Jack had fucked her mouth 
with his prick, the girl calmed herself. 

"Better," Gus said. 

His hands started crawling around her thighs, working around to her pussy. 
Strangely enough. Marie could feel the pit of her belly melting, flowing 
down into her cunt. She was coming unglued, all the torment having done 
something to her. Jack, Gus, the coffin with nails, the ropes-everything was 
turning her on. She couldn't just sit in a huddle like Kathy and moan about 
how cruel life had suddenly turned. Now, bound and strapped, she found a 
strange kind of joy in what Gus and Jack were doing to her. 

"Man, this little number's hot as a mink. She wants to get fucked bad . . . 
just like last time," Gus said. 

"Yeah? Then maybe she can finish off my prick." Jack added, pulling off his 
white cotton t-shirt, then sliding his Levi's down. 

Both men were stripped in a moment, Gus having crawled back down and now 
letting his hands wander freely over her asscheeks. She felt his thumbs 
creasing the flesh of her asscheeks, pulling them apart. Marie remembered 
how oddly delicious and threatening his fingers had felt twisting around in 
her asshole. She wondered if he were going to do that again. 

"Fuck 'er in the ass, man," Jack said. 

Jack's command sent more rills of fear rushing through her. And then Marie 
felt Gus's mustache brushing against the innermost curves of her flesh, 
arousing her as nothing had before. She began backing her ass up, actually 
feeding Gus more of her shitter while his fingers slid around her hip bones 
and touched her cunt. 

Marie felt his knees pressing down hard against the backs of her legs. Her 
muscles knotted painfully, but the gag was keeping her quiet and still. Gus 
slid on top of her, his full weight crushing her to the floor. Marie let out 
a groan, biting down hard on the ball. Gus grunted in returned. She arched 
her back slightly, actually looking for Gus's prick. 

"Take it!" 

It was unbelievable! With a sudden, knife-piercing shot of pain, the head of 
his cock found her ass. Marie shouted through the rubber gag, tears spouting 
to her eyes. She felt the blunt prickhead pressed hard against her 
spit-slicked asshole, trying to wedge in. Her ass muscles were tightening, 
trying to keep the awful intruder out. But Gus was strong, arching his body 
down, pressing his hands against her body while hitting her with his arms. 

"Loosen up, Goddamn you, or I'm gonna split you in two." 

To add to his threat, the big man moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing 
her nipples so hard Marie nearly pissed on the floor from pain. She felt 
that fat prick actually bending up against her asscheeks. She screamed 
louder, to the ball gag nearly rolling back to her throat. The girl thought 
her shitter was being ripped open with a blunt instrument. 

"Ohhh, man, she's doin' it. Man, she's get-tin' good and loose down there," 
Gus panted, giving his buddy a weak smile before going in. 

Marie thought she would die with pain and shame. It was true! He was fucking 
her in the ass, reaching around and tearing out more strands of her 
cunt-hairs while fucking her shitter with his prick. It was like having a 
baseball bat wedged between her asscheeks, spreading them apart until her 
stomach hurt. The muscles all around her stretched asshole felt as if they 
were tearing. 

"Uhhhh!" Marie grunted. 

And what was just as bad, perhaps worse, was that she wanted to feel the 
hard intrusion. Oh yes, as much as she had denied it earlier, now Marie 
wanted to get fucked. She wanted to have that cock splitting her. 

"Oofoofofoofffff!" Marie gasped as Gus fucked forward. 

Marie felt the awful slickness of his cock entering her asshole. 

"Move that butt, baby," Gus said, slapping her ass hard, then knocking one 
fist against the back of her head. 

From the tone of his voice, Marie knew she had to comply quickly. She moved 
her ass ll from left to right as sensuously as she could. The slow invasion 
of the hard cockmeat into her shitter hurt her terribly. The girl sucked in 
air through her nostrils with wheezing, whistling sounds. Her cheeks 
reddened while beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, dripping down onto 
her cheeks. Gus was panting behind her, swearing at her, hitting her again 
and again when she stopped moving her ass the way he liked. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it." 

Gus let go of her hip. She felt her tits being pinched once more by his 
fingers. The girl squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired 
overhang of his belly, hoping that that move would please him. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, get into it, baby, move that butt." 

His cock was splitting her wide open. She could feel the pain radiating out 
from her asshole to the outer curves of her asscheeks. Then the pain shot 
into her belly, making her muscles convulse. More than once, the girl 
thought she would pass out from the sheer agony of having that man's prick 
in her ass. But something kept her going. Something had kept her conscious, 
drinking in the awful sensations and actually looking for more! 

His cock seemed to go on forever! Was there no end? The girl whimpered, 
clenching her fists, begging him in her gagged voice to stop. Of course Gus 
would hear of no such thing. He pushed on, his hands kneading her ass-flesh 
now, then sliding back to her tits where he pinched and rolled her aroused 
nipples. 

Marie felt some easing of the pressure in her asshole as her ass-ring 
finally gave way, admitting the long thick cock. 

Gus sighed, shoving down all the way. 

How weird it was taking a man this way! Up the ass! No one, not even the 
"fast" girls at school, had told her anything about this. She shivered with 
the weird sensation of having something that hot and stiff up her asshole. 
Gus was enjoying the sensation too, beating his fists against the back of 
her head, then slowly pulling his prick out from her shitter. 

It was as if he were ripping out a handful of her ass guts. The obscene 
vacuum did strange things to her, making the girl jerk her ass up in the air 
as if she didn't want to lose one inch of his prick. 

"Back in, man." 

In and out. In and out. He began fucking her ass as he had fucked her cunt 
before. His body flattened her asscheeks with each forward fuck thrust. The 
sliding of that cock as it chugged deeper in her guts sent shivery thrills 
racing through her body. That thick bar of cockmeat in her ass was fucking 
deeper and deeper, sending more streamers of wild need into her brain. In 
spite of the pain, Marie wanted more of that cockmeat in her ass. She wished 
in some ways his prick was bigger. She could die that way, killed by getting 
fucked in the ass with a prick. 

"Man, oh man," Gus gasped. 

Marie could feel sweat dripping down from Gus's forehead, splattering on her 
back. She chewed down on the latex ball again. It was preventing her from 
screaming out her humiliation and her joy at being fucked this way. 

Marie didn't care how much he hurt her now. She didn't care just how hard he 
fucked her. He could knock the wind from her lungs with his prick and balls. 
She loved the way he fucked back and forth, gradually speeding his fuck 
strokes until Marie thought her asshole would catch fire from the speed. The 
girl could feel more cunt-juice oozing from her hole, slicking down her 
thighs as he fucked hard and fast. 

The fat, stiff bar of cockmeat in her ass slowed down for a second. Then, 
with a sweaty slap of his muscular belly on her asscheeks, Gus fucked down 
deep and hard. The kink of her bowels hurt her terribly. Marie thought she 
could feel the lining all but ready to tear loose. That thought accelerated 
the vulgar thrills building in her clenching ass. Marie wanted everything to 
happen at once. 

"Fuck!" Jack cried from the side. 

Gus let out a grunt, then fucked his prick deep in her ass. Marie thought 
she had come unglued. His prick hit her like a freight train. She screamed, 
feeling the rush of his cum splattering against her asshole. 

The thick globs of cum burned into her shutter lining. Twisting and writhing 
under Gus's belly, Marie beat her thighs as best she could against the 
floor. Oh, oh, if only she could cum! If only she could bring herself off! 
But Gus was too involved with his own climax to worry about her. 

He fucked deeper in her asshole, then left his prick there, the cockhead 
spurting out more and more jizz until she thought she could taste spunk 
coming up into her mouth. He had threatened her with that once. Was it now 
happening? 

Her cuntal walls twisted together from the intense excitement, the pressure 
building and building. But there was nothing to push her off. Gus kept 
making small jerking, fucking movements until his balls were finally emptied 
of their heavy load. 

Marie lay defeated on the concrete floor. He had humiliated her completely, 
fucking her hard in the ass, then filling her shitter with his as jizz. Gus 
bent down and bit hard against the nape of her neck. 

Yes, he had fucked her, but had still left her dangling in the air-a young 
woman unsatisfied. Marie clenched her eyes shut, her knees knocking heavily 
against one another while her clit throbbed. She chewed down on the latex 
ball, swallowing her own spit. Oh, if she could talk she would have begged 
one of them to help her. Yes, she would have rolled over like a bitch and 
spread her legs, hoping one of them would take care of her needs. 

"Man, you shot the little bitch full," Jack said admiringly as Gus staggered 
to his feet. 

A thick bubbly stream of cum oozed from her stretched asshole, dribbling 
down her cunt. 

"Looks like she'd like another shot at it, man," Gus said. 

"Fuck, man, my cock's about to bust out," Jack said, cupping his crotch. He 
rocked forward on his toes, hunching his crotch against his fingers while he 
watched Marie crawl obscenely on the floor. 

"Come on, bitch, beg for it," Gus said, raising one booted foot and placing 
the heel against her forehead. 

Marie groaned, shaking her head up and down. She wanted that prick Jack was 
holding through his Levi's. Dear God, she wanted it so badly! 

"Come on, beg!" he repeated. 

The girl cried out wildly, desperately trying to make herself understood 
through the latex ball. But the large sphere kept her from pronouncing her 
words. She nearly wept as the blast furnace in her cunt grew. Gus was having 
a field day with her, stepping on the small of her neck, pressing his boot 
down until she thought he would surely crack her small bones. Once, he moved 
around, raising his foot and shoving the booted toe into her asscrack. Marie 
let out a squawk, her knees shooting forward and to either side of her hips 
while she jerked forard on her chin. Again he snapped his toe into her 
asscheeks, sending the girl careening forward. She groaned, pressing one 
cheek against the cold floor while he worked that awful toe into her 
shitter. 

"Go get her, man. She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna scald your dick," Gus 
said. 

Jack wasted no time. Marie felt him grab her by the shoulders and spin her 
around, her head striking the hard floor with a thud. 

"Go for it, bitch," he told her. 

Reaching down, he cupped her pussy, rubbing his thumb hard up and down the 
sloppy crease. He smiled, seeing just how hot and wet she was. Marie still 
stared at him with terror. But that horror was quickly replaced by the 
delight she knew she would have in a second. 

Jack pulled down his pants, flinging himself onto her belly. He pried her 
legs apart with those rough fingers. Marie closed her eyes again, tears 
oozing from under the closed lids. Her mouth was still pried open by that 
ball. The girl made grunting little sounds through the sphere, her jaw 
tightening when she felt his cock rubbing up against her belly. He was 
telling her how he was going to fuck her, how he was going to drive her 
crazy with his prick. 

And then he lurched forward, his strong fingers curling around her shoulders 
and holding her down. She felt his hot spongy cockhead splitting through the 
mass of her tangled wet blonde cunt-hairs. In a second, his prickshaft was 
burrowing down into her body, scratching that tantalizing itch, driving the 
girl mad. 

Marie thought she had died and gone to heaven. The force of Jack's violent 
fuck was sending shock waves through her cunt. He was all the way in her 
fuck hole, fucking back and forth, riding high to make sure her clit got 
rubbed all the time. Marie held her hands by his hips, feeling his body slam 
against hers. He fucked her harder, faster! 

The scalding pain and the unbelievable pleasure became an immeasurable 
delight that drove the wind from her. As he fucked her fast, the girl felt 
herself tightening up. Jack a panted as they collided over and over. Soon, a 
cry that came from Marie's throat, around the ball gag, was one of 
unspeakable pleasure rather than one of pain. 

"Man, gonna do it . . . gonna blow my balls in this bitch!" 

The big stud held her down, fucking hard, his belly slapping hard against 
Marie's. The teen screamed as loudly as she could as the first hot gouts of 
cum burned into her pussy. She came and came and came, her cuntal muscles 
squeezing down on his shooting cock as more jizz filled her like white-hot 
glue. 

Marie had no idea how long their mutual climax had lasted. She realized he 
was pulling out of her in a moment, his head bent down, his hair dangling in 
her eyes. 

"She's one hell of a lot better than the other one," Jack said. He rose, 
stumbling around for a while. Long strings of cum dangled from his 
prickhead. 

"Yeah, well, the little slut's gonna have to teach the other one just how to 
fuck. You sure know what the hell you're doin' for a fuckin' virgin, baby. 
We'll see what kind of teacher you are," Gus sneered. 

Marie could only look at him silently with lust-glazed eyes. Fucked in the 
ass, then the cunt. Surely she had reached the depths of degradation! What 
more could they do to her? 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Marie lay face-down on the floor, her arms stretched in front of her. She 
had bruised both knees after Gus and Jack had thrown her back into the 
cellar stark naked. Kathy had let out a startled shriek as the heavy door 
banged open, admitting a bright shaft of yellow light. Marie had been 
half-conscious, her mind still swirling around with the images of having 
been beaten, roped, and raped twice. Now she felt as if she could sleep for 
ages though the cold concrete made her arms and legs ache. 

"What happened? Oh, oh, what did they do to you?" Kathy asked. 

Marie felt a small cold hand fluttering near her face. She sighed, then felt 
the tears welling up once more to her eyes. Oh, how much like a cheap whore 
she had acted! Worse! A whore was paid for her actions. She had performed 
like a trained dog, jumping through whatever hoop Gus and Jack held and 
loving every second of it. Drawing herself up from the floor, she flung her 
arms around Kathy and sobbed, her body shaking with her cries. 

"Oh, oh, they're going to kill us. I know they're going to kill us," she 
sobbed, feeling Kathy stiffen in her arms. 

"Oh, what did they do?" Kathy repeated, her voice cracking. 

Marie managed to bring herself under control, starting slowly, then 
finishing about the coffin with the nails. She made reference to having been 
raped in "other places," but decided not to make a full confession. She 
could feel Kathy trembling more and more as she went on with her story. 
Finally she stopped, the tears rolling freely down her flushed cheeks. 

Kathy drew back, covering her face and rocking her body from side to side. 
Marie could hear the choked sobs and wished there were something she could 
do. But she had her own demons to fight. 

"It's funny, but I don't think they're gonna keep us here for long," Marie 
said, feeling brighter about what she'd just said. She straightened, pushing 
her long blonde hair back. "I think they're gonna let us go." 

"Oh, I hope so," Kathy said, clapping her hands together. 

The to girls hugged one another, finally falling asleep, cradled in each 
other's arms. Marie's sleep was troubled. Images of Gus and Jack chasing 
her, their cocks sticking straight out, haunt her dreams. Then she saw 
herself being roped and chained, her body beaten, abused while the men 
laughed at her. 

After some time she awoke with a start. Kathy had already risen and was 
sitting bolt upright next to her. There was some light in the room. Marie 
shook her head, aware the door had been opened once more. Her heart sank as 
she saw Gus and Jack standing in the doorway. 

"Take 'em," Gus said. 

Kathy scooted back, terror in her eyes. She crossed her hands over her tits 
as Jack approached her. He grinned hellishly, bending over at the waist and 
clapping his big hands in front of her. 

"Come on, baby. We're gonna score again. Won't that be groovy, feelin' my 
big dick sliding into your cunt?" Jack said. 

"Oh no, no, help, help me, Marie!" 

"Ain't nothin, the cunt can do for you, baby. She's got problems of her own. 
Come on, come on and come to oP Jack." 

Kathy twisted around, scrambling to her feet and stumbling toward the back 
of the cell. Jack ran past Marie, hitting her with his knee and knocking her 
back to the flagstone floor. The blonde teen sprawled forward while Jack 
cornered Kathy. The girl ran left and right, making small animal sounds, her 
rounded eyes focused on the big man who by now had spread his hands out to 
block her escape. 

"Come on, baby, come on and take my dick. Oh yeahhhhh, it felt real good 
back there in the car. But it's gonna be a lot nicer in here." ' 

"No! No!" 

The space for Kathy to run around in grew smaller and smaller. She wailed, 
pressing her asscheeks against the wall, moving her head back until her 
skull pressed hard against the stones. Jack move up to her quickly, grabbing 
her by the shoulders. 

"Nooooo!" The girl shrieked, her voice bouncing off the cellar stones. 

Jack raised one hand high, bringing it down hard against one cheek, then 
backhanding her with his knuckles. 

Kathy's body rolled to one side, then sank to the floor. She clawed at the 
walls for support, her nails scraping along the cold stones. Marie raised 
her head, watching her newly found friend falling at Jack's feet. The big 
stud rubbed the toe of his boot against her chin, laughing at her fear and 
distress. 

"Yeah, she probably won't be as good as this one over here," he said, 
nodding in Marie's direction. "But the idea of havin' somebody wriggling' 
under me who don't want cock is a turn-on." 

Kathy groaned again. Marie watched helplessly as Jack scooped Kathy off the 
floor and dragged her like a sack from the room. 

"You too, bitch. You ain't gonna get outta this for nothin'. " 

Marie hadn't thought so. She rose, her muscles aching painfully from her 
former torment. There wasn't a shred of clothing she could use to cover her 
body. Shamed, the girl crossed her hands again, protecting her cunt and tits 
as she passed Gus. A sharp slap on her ass was her reward for her modesty. 

"Don't have to hide nothin' from me and Jack, baby. We been fuckin' you, so 
we know what the hell you've got." 

Gus marched Marie down the corridor. Kathy was being dragged some ten feet 
in front of her. At times she could hear the girl pleading for her life, 
begging Jack not to hurt her. Neither of the men said anything as they 
marched down to another small room at the rear of the house. 

"Strip her," Gus ordered. 

Jack shoved Kathy forward roughly between the shoulders. The girl stumbled 
forward, catching her balance and wheeling around. Jack was on top of her 
immediately, curling his fingers around her torn work uniform and ripping it 
from her body. 

"No, oh no!" Kathy cried. 

The girl looked with horror-stricken eyes at Marie, then back at Jack. She 
backed away, her ass pushing out as she covered her tits and cunt. Jack 
pursued her, tearing the rest of the red-and-white-striped dress away before 
starting on her bra and panties. Desperately Kathy turned around, slapping 
back at her tormentor. It was useless. Jack hooked his fingers around her 
bra strap and tore it from her body. 

Next came her blue panties, pulled down to her knees with one move. Kathy 
backed away, crossing her arms, her fingers fanning over her pussy. Marie 
nearly smiled. She had done the same thing earlier, until she had learned 
such moves were less than useless. 

"Get 'er up on the triangle," Gus suggested, scratching his stubbly chin. 

"Better make sure she don't get away," Jack said, nodding at Marie. 

Gus nodded in agreement, backing the girl against the wall. There was an 
open metal collar bolted to the wall, a collar which the stud pushed Marie's 
neck in, then clamped shut. 

It was a tight fit, one that forced the girl to keep her head up high. Any 
movement would surely cut through to her windpipe. She stood there at 
attention, her asscheeks flattening against the cold granite wall as she 
watched Kathy and the others. 

"Oh no, no!" 

Kathy stared in misery at her friend, then moved back still farther from the 
two men. 

"This ain't the only thing that's gonna happen to you tonight," Gus said, 
his cock starting to poke up against the front of his Levi's. The excitement 
was starting to show. "It's just the start, man." 

"Stop it!" Kathy cried. 

"You think we ought to soften 'er up first with the belt?" Gus suggested, 
starting to unbuckle the black leather belt holding up his Levi's. 

"Naw. I wanna get goin' on this thing. I wanna see the bitch take it good." 

"Right. That's goin' for the gusto," Gus agreed, rubbing his prick. 

Jack wrapped one arm around the screaming, twisting girl, hauling her under 
a single pulley suspended from the ceiling. This was another room, another 
playroom for the two sadists. Just how many rooms did this horrible house 
hold? It was a regular dungeon! 

"No, oh no!" 

Jack opened some drawers from a nearby chest, pulling out several lengths of 
rope and broad leather collars and bands. One of the bands he fastened 
around Kathy's right wrist while Gus threaded a long length of line through 
the pulley, dragging it down to Kathy's level. Jack attached the leather 
band with a hook to the rope, then stepped back while Gus pulled down hard 
on the line. Kathy's eyes widened as her arm shot high above her head. 

Gus pulled a little more, until the girl's arm was stretched high above her 
head. She looked terrified, staring wide-eyed at Marie. 

"Like that, baby? Like havin' your arm stretched a little?" Gus asked. 

"Oh, you're hurting me . . . oh, God, Marie, he's hurting me." 

"I know," Marie murmured, feeling something very warm and tightening 
stirring deep in her pussy. Only now did the girl fully realize that she was 
enjoying Kathy's pain and humiliation. 

"Go for it, baby," Jack said, admiring the stretched girl. 

"And this ain't the half of it," Gus laughed. 

"Let her go," Marie muttered unconvincingly, her gaze fastened on Kathy's 
pussy. 

Gus went to the rope again and started pulling once more. Marie watched in 
shocked fascination. Kathy was twisting on the rope now, her screams growing 
higher and higher. She rose from the floor, suspended by one wrist. The girl 
shouted something about her shoulder being dislocated. No one believed her. 
Jack moved behind her, slapping her again and again on the wrist her wails 
had become incomprehensible. 

"Yaghghhghgh!" 

Jack moved around, curling his fingers in her cuntal thicket then pulling 
out a fistful of her wiry hairs. The girl kicked both legs out, the movement 
increasing the strain on her wrist and shoulder. Tears spouted from her 
eyes, running down her cheeks as she twisted left to right on the half-inch 
line. 

"Yeah, nice and helpless . . . just like I like 'em," Jack said, smacking 
his chops. 

Marie struggled with the metal collar, the edges starting to cut into her 
throat. The broad leather band around Kathy's wrist shone in the bright 
overhead light as she bounced and jiggled on her rope. 

"Let's go for the whole show," Jack said, pulling out more goods from the 
chest. 

Marie watched in fascination as he tightened an anklet around the girl's 
right ankle, then slipped another around her left wrist. Gus helped, lifting 
and bending back the victim's leg and fastening the two bands together with 
a single link. Now the struggling, weeping girl hung from one wrist. Her 
other wrist and the opposite ankle were joined at the back. Her left foot 
hung without support, dangling at times, kicking out at others. 

Gus moved around and produced a cone of wood. Marie thought perhaps it was 
pine. A broad base tapering to a rounded point about two inches in diameter 
was what Marie could make out. 

"Here, baby, something for you to stand on." 

"Ohhhhh, no, no!" Kathy kicked her foot away. 

Jack would have none of that. He shoved the cone under her foot. It was high 
enough that her foot could find a resting place on its rounded point 
whenever the girl wanted to. Marie realized at that moment that it might be 
more painful to rest weight on the cone than to hang by the wrist without 
support. It would be a cruelly tantalizing problem for Kathy to solve. The 
girl looked up at the pulley tears'? fully, then down at the cone at her 
feet. 

Marie looked at the grotesquely contorted figure of Kathy dangling there 
from the ceiling. She could almost feel the tearing pull of Kathy's muscles. 

The girl wept and wailed, her body jerking on the long rope. Finally she 
stopped her sobbing. Jack was behind her, spreading her asscheeks and 
licking his tongue into her asscrack. The girl moaned. 

"Man, nice ass. Could fuck the shit outta this one right now-stick my prick 
right into her shitter and plow down." 

"Later. We still got this bitch to work with," Gus said, nodding at Marie. 

The young blonde teen felt her flesh crawl. She had been hoping against hope 
that they had forgotten about her. Marie now saw they were going to turn 
their attention to her. 

"Oh, Marie, my shoulder and my wrist are on fire!" Kathy wailed. "Oh, Kathy 
. . . " Marie moaned. The girl's features became drawn, reflecting the pain 
gradually infecting her body. Marie watched with feelings of pity and 
interest. From time to time, Kathy would try to relieve her weight by 
looking for the cone with the one free foot. But that was never for long. 
When the foot fell away again, she would turn slowly this way and that on 
the rope holding her. too 

After a while, she gave up trying to control her movements. It was obvious 
that even the smallest movement caused her pain. 

"Your turn," Gus told Marie. Gus opened the collar with a key. 

Marie stepped forward, raising both hands and rubbing the red, chafed areas 
around her neck. Again Marie glanced at her helpless friend twisting on the 
rope, her leg kicking out, seeking the cone, then kicking out again as the 
pain against her arch became too severe. 

"Gonna be my donkey, baby, gonna be my horse," Gus said. 

In a moment he produced what at first appeared to be a hopeless tangle of 
studded leather straps attached in every which way. He spread out the mess, 
however, and soon Marie was able to see it was a harness of some sort. 

"Step into this, baby." 

Marie looked around at Kathy, then at the two men. Were they serious? Jack 
shoved her forward, grabbing the device and draping it over the girl's 
shoulders. The touch of the cold, smooth leather felt odd against her flesh. 
Marie straightened her back, turning away from the groaning Kathy. 

"Better. This'll help you keep your mind off things," Gus said. 

Only now did the girl realize that a six-inch piece of black plastic in the 
shape of a man's cock was attached to the harness. Gus then pressed the 
dildo against her cuntlips. Marie stepped back, finding herself pressing 
against Jack. Neither of them was going to let her get away. 

"Easy, easy entry." Gus narrowed his eyes, slipping the dildo carefully into 
her pussy. 

The girl shuddered, feeling the unyielding cold plastic pushing her cunt 
walls apart. He slipped it all the way in, pressing a latex cup up against 
her crotch. Next came the long straps-one around her hips, the other just 
under her thunderous tits. A cross strap running from top to bottom and 
pressing against her belly attached the two. 

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" 

"Down, baby, down." Gus forced her to the floor on her hands and knees. 

In that position, Marie thought, the dildo was working into her cunt deeper. 
She shivered, her elbows bowing out a little as the plastic cock pushed down 
-against her clit. Marie let out a little moan, twisting her head around and 
staring at her friend. Again Kathy had tried supporting the weight of her 
body on the cone. But the pain of that point against her left arch was too 
much. She moaned, nearly kicking the cone away from under her and twisting 
around until she was facing the opposite direction. Marie was glad. Somehow 
she didn't want her newly found friend seeing her in this grotesque outfit. 

"Ride out, baby." Gus climbed onto her, the weight of his body nearly 
shattering her spine. Gus grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back. 

"Aghghgh!" 

"Come on, move it, move around the floor, baby, bitch." 

Marie moved slowly, painfully, her knees scraping over the uneven 
flagstones. The leather pressed in against her flesh, leaving long red marks 
while Gus slapped her ass loudly. 

"You're gonna play around like this for a while, bitch. Come on, be a good 
fuckin' mare." 

Exhausted, Marie found the strength somewhere to carry the heavy maniac 
around the room, feeling the dry smack of his palm against her ass, 
wondering when this would end. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Both Gus and Jack played with Marie for nearly an hour. Jack had slipped his 
belt off, doubling it and smacking her thighs and ass with it while riding 
her around the cellar. At times, he reached down and played with the dildo, 
forcing it in and out with small, fucking movements. It was during those 
times that Marie nearly tumbled to the floor, spilling her human cargo as 
well. Buzzing flashes began to explode between her white shivering thighs. 

And, all the time, Kathy was groaning, twisting around from the ceiling, 
begging her tormentors to let her down. 

"Yeah, okay," Gus finally said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

Shamed beyond belief, Marie fell to the floor, the leather straps tugging at 
her tits and belly. The dildo was fucking in and out of her cunt. Or was 
that the movement created by her pussy muscles, cramping and milking that 
plastic prick as if it were the real thing? Marie couldn't think. She only 
lay there and rutted, hearing the men moving around behind her. 

"Get her in the coffin," someone said, though she was in no condition to 
know whom. 

No, not that thing again! She came to life, beating away the fists holding 
her. But Jack and Gus knocked her hard across the face, sending her, 
stunned, back to the floor. Marie caught only vague images around her for 
the next few moments. There was Kathy, watching with horror as she twisted 
like a hung criminal from the ceiling. She could hear screams, then the 
sound of something very heavy scraping over the floor to her left. There was 
movement around her. She felt the dildo coming out from her cunt, her 
pussylips puckering outward as if they wanted to hold in the horrid thing! 
Next came off the bridle and saddle that the two men had so carefully 
slipped over her body. 

Marie was pushed back, her legs tangling over one another. She pitched back, 
striking her head against something very hard. 

"No!" Marie croaked. 

"Inside, baby. It's nice and warm and dark inside," Jack taunted. 

For a second, the girl thought she would feel the nails piercing her flesh. 
But, no. There was nothing, nothing but the sense of tumbling back into 
blackness. The lid was shut and Marie found herself trapped in a large box, 
standing up. 

"Uh, what is this?" she whispered to herself, drawing her arms up as much as 
she could, feeling the sides. It was a case, much large than the one she had 
been dangled over earlier. There were no nails, just small, tiny openings in 
the sides through which she could see a little light. 

She cried out, fearful of the dark surrounding her. The girl was trapped in 
there, standing straight with less than six inches of room on either side of 
her. Marie wondered what they were going to do to her. She couldn't hear 
anything outside the case for a while. Then there were the sounds of leather 
smacking hard against flesh, quickly followed by Kathy's wails outside. 

"Yghghghhghhh . . . oh no, don't touch me with that again . . . oh noooo . . 
. yahghghghghhhh!" 

Someone was beating Kathy as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling 
outside. Marie sighed with relief. It was a terrible thing to feel, this 
relief. But at least Kathy's ordeal gave her some time to relax, to gather 
her thoughts and her strength for the ordeal sure to follow. 

The smacking sounds stopped. Kathy's cries ebbed into sighs and bitter sobs. 
Marie tensed, her muscles cramping as she heard shuffling footsteps outside 
the coffin case. That meant they were getting ready for her. 

Marie was breathing harder, her tits rising and falling against the wall 
before her. There was little room front and back to move. The rear of the 
case flattened out her asscheeks. It was so close in there she could taste 
her own breath pumping back at her. It was also very warm, growing warmer 
with each passing moment. Her flesh again took on the sexy sheen of 
perspiration. Marie tried taking shallow breaths, feeling the need to 
conserve what oxygen there was in the coffin, forgetting about the air 
holes. What bizarre thing did those animals have in store for her. 

Marie nearly pissed from the anticipation. She would put nothing past those 
two, nothing beyond what they were capable of. Fear gripped her as a myriad 
of shadowy possibilities crossed her mind. 

A faint scraping sound brought her around. A distant breath of cool air was 
coming through the needle-slim openings all around her. She sighed, peering 
down at the barely visible dots of light in the case walls. Before she could 
assess the latest development, the girl felt something scraping along her 
thigh. It was a needle, she guessed-something long and sharp. Another one 
entered the case, this one far closer to her throat. Marie let out a stifled 
gasp, pressing the back of her head against the casket and twisting to one 
side. 

Were they going to impale her here in the box? She let out another little 
cry. The needle moved about, searching for her. She could barely see the 
narrow silhouette. And then it touched the base of her throat, pressing in 
the flesh against her windpipe. Marie coughed, closing her eyes, praying God 
her death would be fast. 

The needle withdrew. Moving her lips in thankful prayer, Marie could hear 
another scraping sound, this one somewhat lower. It was touching her 
cuntlips, pricking them, making her knees knock savagely against one 
another. Two more needles came in toward her tits. In an instant, the girl 
felt herself flattening her shoulders against the smooth wood. 

Whimpering, she tried drawing her hands to her tits, then back over her 
pussy. 

The needles came too quickly. Both Gus and Jack must be working them 
together. The terrified girl gasped as her nubs hardened against the cold 
sharpness. Marie sobbed and gasped. 

"Stop it! Oh, please, don't do this to me! Oh no!" Marie cried. 

More needles advanced. Her nipples were pinched again and again by the sharp 
objects. The resulting sensations made her clit stand up and twitch. Even as 
those needles bit into her tits, other needles were inserted in the air 
holes. They seemed to be everywhere, pricking her asscheeks, her belly, her 
cunt. It was a steady attack. The searing pain, the delicious pain sent 
whorls of delight reeling through her brain. 

"Like it, baby?" It was Gus' voice, muffled through the wood. 

Marie couldn't answer him if she had wanted to. There was little air enough 
in the casket to breathe. And there were teeth nibbling at her pussy and 
clit-or so it seemed. She beat her ass against the back of the coffin, 
clenching her fingers into tight fists. 

The needles seemed to be digging deeper. Their steady probing and poking 
made the girl sweat, her cuntal nerves tingle. Marie snapped her head back, 
striking the rear panel of the coffin. The needles were twisting around near 
her clit now, sending more streamers of delicious pain through to her brain. 

"Yaghhghghghh!" she screamed. 

Marie bawled, begging for the pain and the terror to stop. Oh, she would 
have given anything to have those awful straps on her body again. Having Gus 
and Jack riding her around like a horse, smacking her ass, was nothing 
compared to the horror they were visiting on her now. 

"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned. 

Something else was happening also, something that the leather harness and 
Kathy's torment had begun. She felt she had to be. fucked again. God in 
heaven help her, but she felt she had to have something in her cunt. The 
thought, as vivid and real as the leather that had caressed her body, filled 
her mind with wonder. She sagged against the wood in front of her, her 
breath coming in short pants. Oh yes, she was so hot she thought surely she 
would burn up. 

The door opened suddenly, a burst of cool damp air caressing her skin. Marie 
tumbled forward, nearly falling on her face. Gus caught her as she fell. 
Holding her back against the rear of the case, he laughed at her. 

"Don't like the dark?" 

"What do you want?" no 

"What I've wanted all along," he shot back. "Your cunt . . . your ass, any 
fuckin' other thing you've got to take care of my dick." 

"Oh God." Marie wanted to tell him he had it. But that was something the 
stud already knew. 

"Now, do you wanna get fucked, or have your hide blistered up by this 
fuckin' belt?" 

Marie shook her head. She wanted both, but was still too ashamed to cry out 
for either. 

"Get 'er back to the wall," Gus commanded. 

Jack took her by the right wrist, dragging the helpless girl back to the 
iron collar. Twisting her around, he shoved her back, snapping the device 
tightly around her throat. Marie found herself staring right at Kathy, 
seeing the girl still twisting around. She had become almost dormant, only a 
few sounds escaping from her lips. Kathy had her eyes closed, tears rolling 
down her cheeks and gathering around her chin. Marie trembled, her 
fingertips pressing against the cinderblocks behind her. Gus had his broad 
leather belt in front of him, snapping the doubled strap together. 

"It don't take much to excite this little slut," Gus smirked. Marie could 
swear her ass throbbed still ill from the ass fucking she'd received. 
Glancing down at Gus' trousers, she could almost still feel his prick 
fucking through her shitter. The belt snapped again in front of her face, 
breaking her erotic reverie. 

"Please, oh no, no, no!" Marie cried. 

Why she fought him like this, why she pleaded with the men not to hurt her 
when all she wanted was the kiss of the leather was something Marie couldn't 
answer. Perhaps it was a shred of morality in her, clouding her thoughts. 
She couldn't tell. All the girl knew was that the aching between her legs 
had grown worse. Again she cast her eyes on the hanging Kathy and felt a 
rush of excitement fill her pussy. 

Breathing hard she saw the shadow of Gus' raised arm cut across her belly. 
He had let the belt unfold, dangle from his hand. She saw the leather 
swinging like a pendulum, like her friend Kathy hanging from the ceiling. 

"Tell me you like it, baby. Come on, 'fess up. Tell us you dig gettin' hit 
up like this." 

"No!" 

Gus hesitated with the belt, his eyes glittering with the prospect of 
bringing the leather down against her flesh. Marie tightened her fingers 
into fists once more, pressing them against her thighs. Every nerve ending 
in her body seemed alive. Then Gus swung the belt 

'own hard. It sizzled through the air, aiming right at her body. She 
screamed, the leather hissing against her flesh, then smacking hard and dry. 
Marie's wail was matched with Kathy's as the hanging girl witnessed the 
horror. 

"Oh my God, no, don't hit her! Oh God, dear God!" Kathy sobbed. 

"Too bad we can't gag that one right now. But I'm too hot to trot on this 
one to break stride," Gus said. 

"Yeah, I wanna watch this fuckin' bitch rut on the belt." 

Again the belt came down, cutting a broad red path across her tits. Marie 
screamed more loudly than before, watching as the belt raised a broad purple 
welt on her belly flesh. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" Marie groaned, feeling the heat spread. 

Gus struck again, the beveled edge of the weapon curling around her 
asscheeks and stinging the flesh there. This beating seemed worse than the 
former. Why? Was she perhaps more sensitive to the leather? Was she more 
tired? Or was she more aroused by the beating, her body wanting to enjoy 
every last second of it, every moment of pain and pleasure? 

"No!" Marie cried, more to herself than the man in front of her tormenting 
her body. She squirmed and whimpered, rubbing her asscheeks against the cold 
wall behind her. 

More blows followed these, everyone stinging her cuntal nerves more and 
more. Her tiny clit ached and throbbed while Marie jerked hard against the 
metal collar restraining her. She could hardly catch her breath. Each time 
she sucked in air, Gus slashed her thighs with his belt, knocking the wind 
out of her lungs. The blonde teen tried hiding her lust-contorted face from 
the men. Her asscheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing. Yes, 
she was hoping for one of them to fuck her in the ass and the other to fuck 
her in the cunt. Two at once. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, closing her eyes. 

"Fuckin' little slut. She turns on whenever I knock her up." 

"She's wantin' dick, man. She's wantin' it bad," Jack said, licking his dry 
lips. 

"She'll get it, but she's gonna pay for it," Gus said. 

The collar came off. Marie leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing her 
chafed throat-flesh. She wondered what they would do now. Her pussy ached so 
badly, twitching and tingling as if a thousand electric needles were 
pricking her cunt flesh. She trembled, her pussy shivering while the 
pressure in her cunt swelled. 

"Yeah, man, come on, fuck the bitch. Then it'll be my turn again . . . maybe 
after I get through fillin' that slut's mouth," Jack said, nodding over to 
Kathy. 

Kathy eyed him with horror at those last words, the pain in her arms growing 
worse as she swung past the wooden cone once more. 

Gus reached forward, grabbing Marie's hair and jerking her forward. The girl 
stumbled up against his body, her lips crushed against his chest. The pain 
was terrible in her scalp. But he had held her there before, had torn her 
hair from her skull. He would do it again. But then he would take his 
pleasure in her cunt, a pleasure she was praying God he would hurry up with. 

"Bitch!" Gus spat. 

He flung her away, roughly pulling down his Levi's and hauling out his 
prick. Marie's eyes widened, her knees feeling as if they would give way. No 
matter how often she had seen his cock, the girl couldn't believe something 
like that belonged on a man. No. His cock was something for a horse, 
something that would fuck a mare. His prick was a monstrous cylinder of 
veins and hard muscles, swollen, with that purplish meaty cockhead throbbing 
visibly. 

Gus sprawled on top of her, jerking her legs apart after having knocked her 
to the floor. us 

Kathy wailed from the ropes, squirming and jerking at her restraints as she 
watched with growing horror what was happening. 

"Animals!" Kathy shrieked, twisting away from the frightening scene. 

"Yeah, and this bitch wants what animals can give 'er." Gus reached down, 
pinning back the swollen labia of Marie's cunt. Quickly he rubbed his cock 
down the puckered folds, then shoved down-hard. 

"Yaghghhfhffff!" Marie sputtered. 

Marie's lips were pressed together, the veins standing out in her neck while 
she arched her back. The girl wallowed her shoulder blades against the hard 
flagstone, feeling her cuntal muscles clenching down hard on his prick. Oh, 
it was just like before, only, this time, he was fucking her more brutally. 
Throwing back her head, Marie felt her clit vibrate like a tautly drawn 
piece of rubber. She shouted, begging Gus for mercy, hoping secretly he 
would have none. 

"Uh! Uhh! Uhhhh!" Marie grunted, her breath being knocked out with every 
thrust. 

As his cock shoved deeper, Marie felt more and more fuck juice seeping from 
her velvety lining and slicking down the sides of his cock. Slowly she moved 
her thighs, rubbing them up against his crashing hips. The two of them, an 
instant later, were fucking together, their bellies and legs slapping 
loudly. Gus slapped Marie again and again, calling her filthy names while 
fucking her pussy. 

"Cum, baby, cum with ol' Gus," he whispered in one ear, flicking his tongue 
in her wax-filled canal. 

Her tiny clit stretched with lust while her thighs and belly tightened. His 
hands were all over, squeezing her nipples, slapping her thighs, her 
asscheeks, then back to her face. Every nerve ending stung with pleasure and 
pain. 

Marie's eyes widened, the tremors exploding all through her belly, asshole 
and cunt. She felt the eruption in her clit taking away all her strength. 
Her asshole winked shut as she felt the initial tremors of Gus' prick. There 
was no more control. Her tits rolled and slapped wetly together while her 
belly muscles tightened. 

"Cummmmmm!" the girl screamed out her lust, knocking her head again and 
again against the flagstone floor. 

Gus came shortly after she did. His hands gripped her thighs hard, jerking 
them up off the floor and holding them tightly against his. 

"Uhhhhh . . . man, I'm fillin' up this little slut with my jizz!" Gus 
groaned. 

Again, Marie felt Gus' cum spattering against her cuntal walls. This time 
her shameful reaction had been witnessed by 

Kathy. The hanging girl stared wide-eyed at her, shivering as Gus pulled his 
prick from her cunt. There would be more, Marie thought, much more. And 
Kathy would be one of the stars this time, she guessed. Poor, poor Kathy. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"I call it a water tickler," Gus said, standing next to Jack with his arms 
folded tightly across his chest. 

The young stud turned his head and stared at Marie. She was feeling dizzy 
from her ordeal. Cum still oozed from her pussy while her clit stung and 
throbbed whenever she stared in Gus' direction. The maniac had turned her 
into a whore, and he was pushing her further in that direction with every 
passing second. 

Kathy leaned up against Marie, still shivering with terror. The men had 
finally taken her down from her rope, unfastening the bands that had 
contorted her body in that wretched position. She rubbed her wrists 
together, shuddering as she looked at the strange device standing in front 
of her. Jack had dragged it in from somewhere else in the house. 

"You girls are gonna love it. Besides, it takes care of those cunts. Gonna 
wash 'em out," Jack added, laughing at Marie and Kathy. 

It was the oddest thing Marie had seen in a long time. It was a kind of 
bicycle apparatus, looking like two exercycles facing one another, several 
lengths of opaque plastic tubing running from one seat to the other. What 
appeared to be several tanks were strapped to the sides of the dual 
exercycles. What caught Marie's attention first, however, was a long silver 
dildo extending up from each seat, several holes having been punctured in 
them. 

"I think you're gonna like this." Jack said. 

Gus took Marie by the right arm, guiding her firmly over to the right 
bicycle. Kathy's teeth chattered as Jack took her more roughly, dragging her 
over to the other cycle. 

"Now sit," Gus ordered, nodding his head at the seat. 

Gingerly Marie climbed aboard, resting her pert little ass on the seat 
behind the metal dildo. The touch of that thing against her still-warm cunt 
made her shiver. 

"I don't mean in front of the fucker. I want your cunt wrapped around this 
mother." 

Marie felt him loop one arm around her waist, raising her above the seat. He 
moved her body forward, centering her fuzzy cunt-hole over the silver spear 
before slowly lowering her again to the seat. Marie shivered, her feet 
kicking out from the pedals while her body rocked hard against Gus'. It was 
so cold, so stiff! Her cuntlips shrank back from the shivery touch of that 
dildo while her pussy walls trembled at the touch. Again, she shot back her 
head, shivering mightily against the big stud. But Marie knew there would be 
no respite. He and Jack had dragged this strange contraption in, and they 
would stand there until the girls suffered through it. 

"No, ohhhh, it's so cold!" Marie protested. 

Marie felt her cuntal walls shrinking, then tightening around the odd 
intrusion. This was supposed to be exciting? It was almost like having a 
gynecologist's rubber-clad finger sliding in and out of her cunthole. 

"No, oh please!" Kathy cried. 

Kathy was struggling harder, kicking back at Jack, then at the machine. Jack 
only laughed at the girl's useless attempts at freedom, finally swinging her 
over the handlebars and centering her pussy right over the dildo. Gradually, 
he settled her cunt over the hard bright steel cock. 

Kathy accepted her fate less readily than did Marie. Her face grimaced, the 
blood rushing down from her cheeks. Her mouth twisted in an expression of 
agony as her pussy wrapped itself around the metal spike. Finally she 
stopped her fighting, moaning softly while leaning forward heavily against 
the handlebars. Jack had had his way. 

"That's better," Jack commented. 

"Now," Gus went on, "this is just to make sure you girls don't have any 
ideas about sliding off when the going gets a little rough." 

More cuffs, more restraints! These were soldered to the handlebars. Both 
Jack and Gus slipped them around Kathy's and Marie's wrists, firmly trapping 
them on the odd bicycles. Marie moved her ass a little against the black 
plastic seat, feeling her cunt warming up the metal dildo. She looked at 
Gus. Her cunt started to throb rather pleasantly against the pseudo prick. 

"Okay, slut, her tickler's connected through a tube to your water tank 
through the wheel," Gus said to Marie, moving his finger along in a straight 
line to show the direction. 

Marie was starting to get an idea of what was about to happen. "Oh, my God!" 

"And vice versa," Gus continued. "We filled the tanks while you cunts were 
moanin' around back there. So, when she moves her wheel with the pedals, 
water is gonna shoot out of the rod shoved up your cunt. Watch." 

Gus bent down and turned Kathy's wheel a few inches. Marie stiffened, her 
eyes widening while her knees shot apart. Her ass tightened as she felt a 
pleasant spray of warm water spattering up against her cuntal walls. He 
turned the wheel again and more water shot out, this time some of it oozing 
out and trickling to the floor. A small six-inch drain was nearby to collect 
any excess water. 

"We ain't tried this before. Heard it really turns the gals on when you use 
it right. Of course," Gus said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "I've heard 
there've been bad accidents with this." 

"Accidents?" 

Marie's mouth dropped open. Once again they would have to fight for their 
lives in front of their tormentors. 

"Don't worry. Come on, let's get goin' on this thing," Gus said. 

No. She wouldn't do it. Marie set her teeth together. They weren't going to 
make her torment this poor girl who had been through enough already. 

"Stubborn, eh? You've been through shit, and you wanna go through more? 
Okay, bitch," Gus said. 

Gus curled his fingers into a fist, pulling it back, then plunging it into 
Marie's belly. The girl shot back, nearly falling off the cycle. Only the 
cuffs restraining her wrists to the handlebars kept her perched on the 
cycle. It felt as if he had bruised some internal organs. The blonde pitched 
forward, her head down, her hair curtaining her flushed face as she fought 
for air. 

"Gonna pedal now?" Gus asked, grinning. 

Marie bobbed her head up and down, tensing her legs and shoving the pedal 
down hard. She could hear Kathy suck in a hissing breath opposite her. 
Shaking the hair from her eyes, she looked forward. Kathy was stiff, her 
eyes wide, her mouth half-opened while her fingers were gripping the 
handlebars hard. 

Between her legs Marie could see small beads of water hanging from her 
flesh. 

"Come on, baby. Come on and give your friend a little taste of her own 
medicine." 

Jack walked over to Kathy and slapped her across the face. The girl cried 
out, jerking her feet forward and sending a hot torrent of water cascading 
into Marie's pussy. 

Marie jumped an inch off the plastic bicycle seat, her knees snapping 
together and hitting the metal supports of the cycle. It was odd having that 
water shooting into her pussy, tickling her cunt. Her arms knotted up in 
cramping muscles while her toes curled against the hard pedals. There was no 
escape. She knew they would have to move their pedals to please the men. But 
Marie silently vowed she would keep the movement slow. She wasn't going to 
give them the pleasure they wanted. Besides, there couldn't be too much harm 
in the pleasant feelings slowly overtaking her. 

"Uhhhh . . . " Marie moaned. 

Kathy must have thought the same thing. She began pedaling slowly as well. 
In a moment, Marie shifted her position again on the seat, feeling her clit 
start to swell from both the intrusion in her pussy and the spraying 
sensation deep in her cunt. It was almost like having a tongue rimming her, 
flicking deep in her cunt while kissing and sucking on her outer pussy lips. 

"Ohhhh, Marie . . . " Kathy had lost her former horror at the situation. 

Kathy was beginning to increase her pedaling speed, closing her eyes and 
tightening her grip on the handlebars. Gus and Jack were grinning from ear 
to ear as they watched the two slutty girls. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . no, please don't," Marie begged her friend. 

But Kathy seemed out of earshot now. She was in her own world, her knees 
rising and falling more rapidly as she pumped harder. Marie stiffened, 
feeling the water flooding her cunt. It packed down, teasing her clit before 
spraying out to the floor and gurgling down the drain. 

"Come on, baby, give your friend what she deserves," Gus taunted Marie. 

The blonde teen obliged, increasing her speed and seeing Kathy pitch forward 
on the cycle. The excitement deep in her cunt was growing with the increased 
intensity of the spraying water. The liquid was so hot. There were times 
when Marie thought the water was going to boil her cunt. But the heat was so 
pleasant-just what she needed to cum again. The girl ground her teeth 
against one another, compressing her lips as she pedaled for all she was 
worth. 

Marie snapped her head back. Her muscles knotted and pressed out against her 
sweaty flesh as she applied more speed. Her ass bounced off the seat several 
times. It was apparent she was fucking herself, driving that metal spike 
deeper and deeper, letting its rounded head nudge her cuntal walls while: 
more and more of the hot spray shot into her pussy. She was loving every 
second of it now, jerking against the dildo, her tits flopping up and down 
and slapping together. The stinging water made her clit sing. 

Kathy too was growing more and more excited. Peering through heavy-lidded 
eyes, Marie could see her friend turning onto the scene. The girl rolled 
from side to side, her ass rising and falling on the seat as was Marie's. 
Her knees flew up and down, her feet moving the wheel faster and faster. 
Soon the room echoed with the whirring sound of the cycles and the studied 
groans on the aroused women. More and more water sprayed from their hot 
cunts, gurgling down the overloaded drain. 

"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, oh God, it's so good, so goooood!" Marie cried. 

Marie couldn't keep still, couldn't keep quiet. She bounced like a wild 
woman on the seat, closing her eyes and smacking her bare ass against the 
plastic cycle. More. She wanted and needed more. It was nothing different. 
She had always needed more prick once her pussy had been aroused. Now Kathy 
seemed to be obliging her, jerking her body up and down against the spraying 
rod while feeding more hot water into her friend's pussy. 

"Uhhhh . . . oh, Kathy, you're going to boil my pussy!" 

The words had no effect on Kathy. Marie stared forward, trying to catch 
Kathy's attention. Didn't know she was pedaling too fast? Didn't know she 
might hurt her with that speed? But the pretty young girl was staring 
vacantly through half-closed eyes. Rhythmically her body rocked from side to 
side, her fingers tapping out some hidden rhythm against the handlebars. No 
longer did either girl try to get off the cycle. They were trapped by their 
own sexuality as the wheels whirred about. 

"We're gonna have to reload those tanks, they keep it up this way," Jack 
observed dryly. 

"Don't worry. They're close to shootin' off. We got over thirty gallons in 
each tank. That'd blow 'em apart if they used it all." 

"Guess you're right," Jack responded, fondling his prick through his Levi's. 

Marie was rocking heavily now, thinking her body was going to swell up and 
explode from the pressure building in her cunt and belly. Her cunt was 
pulsing like a festering wound. Water sprayed out of her cunt as if it were 
a lawn sprinkler. The girl didn't know how much longer she could endure 
something like this before cumming. The odd device had given her a new wind, 
instilled a new life in her as she bounced on the spraying rod. 

Kathy was going a little crazy in front of her. She was twisting her body on 
the seat now, bucking and yelping like some sort of crazy animal while she 
fucked herself on the rod. 

As Marie's sexual arousal grew and grew, she found herself pumping the 
pedals faster. The increased speed sent a torrent of hot water shooting into 
Kathy's convulsing cunt. The girl nearly rose straight up from her seat at 
one point, her ass angled out, her tits hanging forward. How red and bloated 
her nipples were! The girl opened her mouth now, letting out strangled 
sounds, then babbling in some terrible private language of hers! It was 
something to see Kathy in rut! The girl seemed to change completely. It was 
as if Marie were staring at a total stranger as the girl bounced her ass 
frantically against the plastic cycle seat. Again and again she stabbed the 
spraying metal cock into her cunt, rocking forward, making sure her clit 
rubbed constantly against the holed, slick surface. 

"Uhhh . . . can't hold back," Kathy groaned, snapping her head from one side 
to the other. 

"Go for it, baby. Come on, go for it. I wanna see you cum that way," Jack 
said. 

"Yeah, the little bitch's just about as hot as this one." 

"Never would've thought so, the way she kept fightin' me off. But man," Jack 
said, staring at her with widening eyes. "Man, she's somethin' else with 
this machine. Guess she just needed a little loosenin' up." 

The two men laughed at the remark as the girls jerked and bounced against 
the spraying rods. Marie could feel herself just on the brink of climax. 
That white-hot moment of joy was only a few seconds away. There would be no 
way she could hide her coming climax from these leering men. They could tell 
the way her skin was glowing, the way her nipples were so hard and red, and 
the way she was groaning that she was going to cum. 

Marie fought down the desire to climax once more. But, in spite of her will 
to prolong this ecstasy, she could feel her thighs start to roll and jerk 
with the rhythm of the water-shooting prick as if she were fucking Gus's 
cock beneath her. As her body jerked with pleasure, she pumped harder and 
faster. For a few moments the girl wondered if the machines would come apart 
from the speed they were being pedaled at. The chains slapped against the 
guards while the water shot out at a tremendous rate. The girls were wailing 
like the damned, their heads bobbing and twisting about while their feet 
nearly slid off the pedals several times. 

Marie couldn't keep her ass on the seat any longer. She was fucking herself 
like a wild woman, beating her asscheeks hard against the sweat-damp seat 
while feeling the rounded tip of the dildo poking hard against her pussy 
lining. Looking up at Kathy, she could tell the girl was going to cum. The 
teen stared back, smiling grimly. 

"Cummmmmm!" Kathy cried. 

Her voice was cracked and hollow. Kathy began swaying from side to side, her 
body twitching as if someone had touched her with electricity. It was 
incredible. The fucking machine was just too much for them. The steel cocks 
buried up their cunts pulsed now with an overwhelming intensity, filling 
each of them with hot, steaming cum-or so it seemed to the frantic girls 
fucking themselves on them. 

Marie heard a distant cry. It was Kathy. Through her blurred eyes she looked 
at the girl who threw herself back and forth. Long, sticky streams of water 
shot out from her cunt, thickened by the flow of her own fuck juices. The 
sight of the girl reaching climax drove Marie over the edge. She pumped 
wildly as if she were a bike racer, driving water in hot, hard streams into 
the teen's cunt. 

Marie felt the world crashing down around her. She leaned forward, purposely 
rubbing her clit up and down, up and down against the spraying dildo. It was 
so good, so shamelessly good. Her feet kept circling around and around, 
while more and more water sprayed into her pussy. The world exploded into 
millions of pieces. All she could think of was the stimulation she received 
against her clit while her cunt spasmed and clenched that unyielding steel 
cock into her cunthole. 

"Ohhh, God, stop, stop!" Kathy begged her friend weakly, slumping onto the 
handlebars. 

Marie felt herself completely drained of any will and strength. Her feet 
fell off the pedals. She sagged forward, pressing her burning forehead 
against the handlebars. She felt completely exhausted and spent, her heart 
thudding hard against her chest as if it were going to burst. 

"Man, that was good," Jack said, smacking his lips once more. 

"Fuckin' good. Gotta use this mother more times now. It's a real turn-on. 
You girls got into it, huh?" 

Marie raised her head with difficulty. 

"Now, will you let us go?" 

Her voice was even, studied. Hadn't they had their fun by now? Wasn't it 
time for release. 

"Not yet," Gus shot back, smiling evilly at her. 

Marie shivered. More? Dear God, not more! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

They were back in the cell, tossed into it to get some sleep, Marie assumed. 
The girls huddled together as before in the pitch blackness, alternately 
sleeping, then jerking awake as some horrible dream cut through their rest. 

"It's horrible. I . . . I couldn't stop myself," Kathy whispered, sobbing 
quietly into her hands. "Something happened in there . . . when we were 
together, you know?" 

"Yes," Marie answered hesitantly, wiping a lone tear from under one eye. 

"And then the next thing I knew I was . . . was cumming." 

Marie patted her friend on the shoulder, trying to give her some comfort and 
wondering who would give her the strength she needed to endure this. After 
each trial the girl had prayed it would be the last. Perhaps the men would 
be sated and would let them go. But no. They seemed to be spurred on by new 
scenes on horror. This last one had been a double terror for Marie. She had 
been humiliated, degraded in front of another person. Someone else had seen 
her rutting, had watched as she submitted willingly to the torments of those 
two degenerates. She had proven to herself as well as another that she was a 
whore. For that reason Marie felt something like anger and hatred toward the 
girl she now cradled in her arms. How confusing it all was! She rubbed her 
forehead with her free hand, wondering how it would all turn out. 

The door opened again. Marie and Kathy instinctively flinched back. 

"What do you want?" Marie was surprised at the sound of her voice. It 
sounded older, almost cronish in tone. 

"You've had enough time to rest. We're gonna use you again," Jack said. 

Marie couldn't stand this. They had gone too far. Something snapped in her 
as she shot up from the floor, knocking Kathy to the ground. Hurling herself 
at Jack, she began beating him for all she was worth. 

"Animal bastard! Bastard! You can't do anything more to me. You've done it 
all! Bastard! Bastard!" 

Her fists thudded against his broad chest while her bare feet banged against 
his ankles. At first surprised, Jack recovered quickly, grabbing her wrists 
and twisting them around until the girl thought they would snap. 

She let out a howl, her body twisting around while she sank to the floor. 
"Oowwwwww!" 

"I like 'em feisty. You really popped off, baby. Not bad." 

Jack backhanded her, then slapped her again and again, finally knocking the 
sense out of her. With a groan, Marie fell sideways to the floor, her knees 
jerking and twitching as if she were having a fit. The blonde teen 
remembered hearing Kathy squealing something to her-something about getting 
up. Getting up? What was the use? They were only going to knock her down 
again, kick her to the floor and bind her to some awful device. Another kick 
to the head. Marie let out another groan, then felt the world swirling 
around her in a black cloud. No more. No more. With a groan she sank into 
oblivion. 

Marie had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she came to, she 
felt cold pressing against her thighs and asscheeks. The girl was too 
frightened to open her eyes to check on what it was at first. Tentatively 
moving her hands, she discovered that once more they had been bound. Jack 
and Gus weren't all that sure of themselves, especially with two girls on 
their hands. Marie twisted her wrists, wincing at the hard touch of the rope 
against her chafed flesh. 

Opening her eyes, she saw she was in a bathtub. It was one of those old tubs 
with curled legs supporting it. There was no drain as far as she could see. 
Scooting up a little, pressing her spine to the back of the tub, Marie saw 
she was in the same room as before. There was the dual bicycle, standing 
strangely abandoned. Pools of water around the two wheels were the only 
evidence that something had gone on moments ago. Marie shuddered. What would 
happen to her now? It was no accident that she had been put in this place 
like this. 

No one was around. Were they fucking Kathy, roping her to the ceiling again 
and doing something awful to her? It wouldn't have surprised Marie. Nothing 
would surprise her now. Adjusting her sitting position, the girl stretched 
her legs out in front of her, glancing down at her poor ravaged cunt. There 
were still droplets of water from the last torment. 

"God," she breathed. 

How long would this go on? Again and again, she had asked that question of 
herself and still the horror continued. Sounds. Footsteps! Marie stiffened, 
her eyes widening as she saw a familiar shadowy figure approaching her-Gus, 
her private demon. The girl felt her asscheeks twitch as he came into view, 
swaggering half-drunk. He'd been downing beer. She could smell his breath 
all the way over here. Marie felt like asking him about Jack. But the girl 
thought twice about the question, realizing she was better off silent in 
front of this animal. 

"You look pretty nice down there like that, baby. You always look better 
tied up, though," Gus said, rubbing his thick lips with the back of one 
hand. 

"What do you want now?" 

Gus laughed. "What I always want. A hot piece of ass after fuckin' around 
like this," he said, sweeping one hand around the small dungeon. "I dig it. 
I dig it all, and you're a fuckin' liar if you say you don't dig it." 

Gus pushed his face forward, his eyes lighting up horribly. Marie felt sick. 
She had to admit he was right. Facing her private demon, the young girl knew 
she was cut from the same cloth as the two men-opposite ends, perhaps, but 
the same cloth. 

"And now I'm gonna show you just how close you are to me, baby. We're gonna 
get real close-and I don't just mean fuckin'. " 

No. Of course not. That would have been far too simple. Marie watched with 
fearful eyes as the big stud removed his trousers, kicking them to one side. 
He waddled over to the sink and filled a tall glass of water. Downing it, he 
filled another and another, downing four all together before tossing the 
glass into the sink with a clatter. Marie was still unschooled in all the 
devices of S & M. But something was telling her what this would entail. She 
nearly choked on her own fear as Gus swaggered back to the tub, his prick 
half hard while his balls seemed to swell with each passing second. 

"Now, we're gonna have us a little fun-kinky style. I didn't think ol' Jack 
would like watchin' this. He ain't into this like I am. So he's back there 
havin' a little fun with your friend." 

Marie cocked her ears. She couldn't hear anything. But, through those thick, 
soundproofed walls, she wouldn't be able to hear an atomic explosion until 
it roared overhead. 

"What . . . what are you gonna do?" Marie stammered. 

"Just watch, baby. You just do everything I tell you to and it'll be fine. 
You don't, and I'm gonna knock the shit outta you. You know I can do that. 
Done it plenty of times, right?" 

Marie nodded her head quickly up and down, sucking in a deep breath. 

"Good. We understand." 

Gus climbed into the tub, steadying himself from the beer making his brain a 
bit dizzy. He stood over her, his feet on either side of her thighs. Marie 
looked up, seeing his hard leg muscles tensing, the black hair bristling on 
his flesh. He was a young male aroused-but not aroused in the traditional 
sense. The girl felt her fingers pressing against her asscheeks as she 
stared at those balls rising up against the fat root of his cock. No, he 
wasn't trying to make himself hard. That he could do easily, Marie thought 
to herself. She had had plenty of past knowledge on that subject. He was 
purposely keeping his cock limp while bending his knees slightly. Again that 
awful thought she had had before rose to her mind. The girl trembled, her 
chin quivering as she stared up at that fat prick between his fingers. Gus 
was sneering. 

"Don't move, baby. Don't even try to move around and knock me down." 

"No, I won't." 

He bent his knees a little farther. Marie sucked in a hissing breath as the 
first hot, yellow drops dripped from his cockhead. He was going to piss on 
her. Oh God, he was going to use her for his own private toilet. Marie felt 
the sour bile rising in her throat. She swallowed hard, curling her toes 
until they cramped. She fought the desire to scream, remembering the warning 
Gus had given her. She wouldn't make a move, wouldn't make a sound while he 
did this terrible thing to her. Her wrists rubbed against one another, 
twisting against the restraining rope. 

"Oh yeah, feelin' it comin' now," Gus said. 

"Uhhhh . . . " 

"Yeahhh, feelin' it bubblin' up and comin' outta my dick." 

Gus shivered, his knees now pressing against the high sides of the old 
porcelain tub. The droplets came in faster and faster numbers, finally 
turning into a fine yellow stream. Marie felt sick to her stomach but 
managed somehow to control herself. The stream grew broader, twisting around 
and around. It spattered first onto her belly, sending droplets ricocheting 
up to her chin and over to her cunt. Gus was sneering still down at her, 
moving his cock up and down. She felt the stream going up to her throat, 
then back down to her belly button. It was hot, oily. He was smearing her 
body with the foul-smelling piss. 

"Told you to keep still, damn it. Move around like that and I'm gonna knock 
piss outta you!" Gus growled. 

Marie groaned, grinding her teeth together as waves of vomit washed over 
her. But again she swallowed down the sharp sour bile, turning her head 
around and staring blankly at the wall. 

Gus was having a ball. He slicked her cunt down with the piss, directing the 
stream against her pussy crack, then moving it up to her clit. She could 
feel the oily piss gathering under her asscheeks in a warm pool. She 
shivered perceptibly, her eyelids closing. Again she let out another groan, 
feeling as if she couldn't keep this up for another second. Surely she would 
vomit while the piss showered her young, white body. 

"That's it, baby, keep it real still. Don't want you movin' around while I'm 
sprayin' you." 

Marie felt like screaming, but somehow managed to keep cool. She shut her 
eyes tightly, biting her lips to keep from crying out with frustration, rage 
and disgust. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples, then slicked down deep 
between her tits. She felt the piss on her chin. With a gagging cry Marie 
twisted her head around, trying to keep her face away from the spray. 

"I said don't move!" 

Gus stopped his pissing, kicking her hard in the belly. The teen let out a 
wooshing sound, her body snapping like a jackknife. 

"Now, we'll try again. Take it easy, baby. I think you're gonna dig this." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Marie felt as if she had sunk to the bottom of the barrel. Never had she 
thought anyone could do this to another human, he was pissing on her, 
covering her body with a thick coating of his oily piss and laughing at her 
all the time. 

Again she gagged, feeling the stinging spray coat her belly. Gus warned her 
not to move around. The bonds holding her arms together kept her from doing 
much. Her ass slipped on the piss-slicked porcelain, and her feet moved up 
against the big man's ankles. 

Gus coughed. The stream was getting weaker. Marie sighed with gratitude, 
staring back up at him. 

"Outta gas," he joked. 

"Thank God," she muttered. 

"You wanna get outta here?" Gus asked, narrowing his eyes. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

"Then you won't open your yap unless I tell you to, understand?" 

"Yes," Marie murmured. 

The girl trembled, feeling herself suspended over some terrible abyss. 
Unseen horrors were lurking around down there, and she was about to plunge 
in. She managed to calm herself again and again as Gus flicked off a droplet 
of his piss, the drop striking her chin. 

"Don't go anywhere, baby." 

Marie watched him getting out of the tub, scratching his cock and balls and 
padding back over to the sink. He refilled the glass with water. The girl 
shut her eyes, praying for strength to endure him. Already the stink of his 
piss rose like a steamy cloud from the tub. She didn't know if she could 
take much more of this. Fucking was one thing. This was something she hadn't 
planned on at all. 

Gus climbed back in the tub, scratching his belly, then taking his cock in 
one hand. He held it loosely, directing the cockhead right at her face. 

"Gonna start again, baby. We're gonna make this real good for me, right?" 

"Oh yes," Marie answered, willing to say anything to shorten this latest 
ordeal. 

"Good." 

He positioned himself once more, his legs widely spread on either side of 
her thighs. His balls were centered along the upper portion of the sack. She 
knew he was excited, doing all he could to keep his cock limp enough to 
piss. Hard and Gus wouldn't be able to do a thing. 

"Okay, open your mouth." 

Marie swallowed hard. She could imagine swallowing that awful stuff, and the 
thought sickened her. She hesitated one moment too long. 

"Bitch, I said do what I tell you to!" 

Gus shot his right hand out, whacking her sharply across the right cheek, 
then backhanding her left. Marie's head snapped from side to side from the 
force of that open-handed blow, her hair tangling around her throat. She 
whimpered, shaking the hair from her eyes. There could be no other course 
than to obey. Sighing heavily, Marie tilted back her head and opened her 
mouth. 

"Better," he muttered. "Now, lemme see your fuckin' tongue. Right." 

Marie cinched her eyes shut tightly, taking deep puffing breaths. The 
porcelain was warm against her naked ass now, heated both by her body and 
Gus's piss. The girl felt her tits rising and falling with her heaving 
chest, rubbing sexily together. It was at this point that the girl realized 
her nipples were hardening, actually stiffening under this ordeal. Marie 
reddened with shame as she opened her mouth a little wider. Was she turning 
onto this? Yes, there could be no other explanation! And her clit-oh, it was 
growing hard, long! She couldn't look at Gus from the shame of being 
aroused! 

"Okay, baby, open your eyes, look at me!" 

He would know! Oh God, he would know she was excited by this horror. Then 
Marie did as she was told, staring right into his eyes. 

Gus smiled, a hellish grin. Then he bent his knees again, spreading his legs 
until her toes were braced against the sides of the old tub. 

Marie knew she'd be feeling the piss in a second. 

It started all over again. He bent his knees a little more, lowering his big 
hairy ass toward the base of the tub. Gus directed his stream along her 
lips, then into her mouth. 

Marie thought she would die! The piss shot along her teeth, wetting down her 
gums, then slipped into her mouth coating her tongue. 

Gus laughed loudly again, calling her all sorts of hideous names before 
moving the stream up to her eyes. 

Marie grunted a pulse leaping in her throat. The stink spread until it made 
her gag once more. The terrible heat spread as well, washing over her like a 
scalding oil. Marie wanted to crawl back from the man but couldn't. She was 
held prisoner in this hideous house where each new torment was worse than 
the first. And, what was worse, the girl knew she was a willing prisoner. 
The more piss he spilled onto her, the more excited she was becoming. Even 
now Marie felt her clit swelling to the bursting point. 

"Now, come on up a little closer. That's right, scoot up here." 

Marie slid forward, drawn to him by his command. She kept her mouth opened 
wide, her eyes unblinking. She met his eyes and trembled. The girl could see 
that dumb sexual heat glowing in his eyes she'd seen before. It was a kind 
of heat that made hers spread. She felt it washing down her belly into her 
cunt. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of another 
climax. Just as Gus went dry she felt a mini-climax. Marie shamed herself, 
whipping her hips from left to right as the tremors shook her body. 

It was too awful for words! Marie tried to keep her movements to a minimum. 
But the power of her climax was just too much. She threw her head back, her 
hair jiggling along her shoulders. She screwed her eyes into a narrow 
squint, her fingertips digging into her asscheeks. 

"Let me, baby. I'll take care of this for you," Gus slurred. 

He moved forward, balancing himself carefully while raising one foot off the 
slick surface. He slipped his right big toe into her cunt. Through a red 
mist, she saw his cock suddenly stiffen, jutting out like a barber pole. 
Marie shuddered. 

Gus shoved his toe into her pussy, rubbing it up against her clit, sending 
her higher and higher into delight. The girl fell back against the tub, her 
head striking the porcelain with a gonging sound. She moaned, jerking her 
arms hard against the ropes holding them prisoner. How she wanted to touch 
herself, to touch him, to touch anything that would intensify her climax. 

"Oh, man, man, this is somethin' else," Gus muttered. "And I got one more 
thing planned for you, somethin' that's really right up your alley, 
considerin' how much of a slut you are." 

Marie trembled, feeling her flesh puckering up and tightening around her 
eyes and arms. 

Gus was rubbing his belly once more. His stomach gurgled. He belched, not 
bothering to cover his mouth. He took a hands-on-hip pose before he turned 
around and squatted over her belly. He was at least twelve inches away. She 
saw the hair wiggling around his ass-crease. Marie swallowed hard, smelling 
something terrible suddenly emit from his asshole. 

He was going to shit on her! Marie jerked her legs back, trying to climb out 
of the tub. But her bonds, plus the slickness of the porcelain from all the 
pissing, prevented her from doing much. She slid back down on her ass, her 
spine resting against the back of the bathtub. There was nothing more she 
could do. Again Marie stared up at the big asshole loosening up before her. 
She watched his ass and thigh muscles working as Gus squatted a little 
lower. 

"This is what you are, baby. And you're gonna be covered with it." 

Gus braced both palms on the tub's sides now to keep from slipping on the 
yellowish piss coating the bottom of the tub. 

Again Marie smelled that awful odor and knew what was about to happen. Once 
more, fear and anger swelled up inside her. But the anger wasn't strong 
enough for her to scream. Screaming would do no good. Self-hatred raced 
through her, self-loathing making a pile of ashes of her former morality. 
She remained still as he squatted yet farther toward her body. 

She raised her knees, parting her thighs with a soft pop. Marie felt her 
belly muscles tense. 

He told her to open wider, his voice sounding strained. The first long black 
turds fell from his asshole. He told her to spread her legs apart a little 
more. 

Marie did as she was told. 

He moved up, making sure his smelly shit would fall onto her cunt and lower 
belly. 

Marie gagged, twisting her head around and pressing her lips against the 
piss-stained porcelain. Her muscles knotted in her arms and legs from the 
revulsion and excitement she felt warring with one another in her mind. This 
was the ultimate degradation. Marie felt numb, almost impervious to it now. 

As the last of the turds slipped from his asshole Gus slapped his cock, 
wheeled about, then threw himself onto her belly. He was grabbing one of her 
legs, shoving it back while guiding his cock to her shit-covered pussy. It 
was hideous, monstrous to be doing this now. But the girl felt herself going 
wild, wrapping both legs around his body and pumping her thighs against him. 

"Oh God!" she gasped. 

Her hips slid on the shit. The odor was 

ISO enough to make anyone ill. But Marie wasn't sick. Her mind whirled 
around like a merry-go-round. The two of them thrashed wildly against the 
hard porcelain sides of the tub. The mixed piss and shit splattered around, 
covering them while Gus came hard into her cunt. He thrashed harder and 
faster, making Marie breathless trying to keep up with him. Red-faced, 
giggling with wild pleasure, she urged him on, screaming obscenities. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck . . . " 

How long this hideous scene went on Marie wasn't sure. Had she cum? Several 
times, she thought, each one more powerful than the last. When it was all 
over, she was more than a little aware of the nauseating smell covering her 
body and his. Gus didn't seem to mind, giggling drunkenly and climbing from 
the tub. He waddled over to a nearby shower stall behind the tub. She could 
hear the water rushing over his body and wished she too could wash herself. 
But he left her there in the piss and shit without looking back. It was 
almost as if he were alone, having forgotten about her. 

Marie was next. Gus pulled her out of the tub, commenting about her smell, 
then leading her to the shower after removing her bonds. While cleansing the 
awful coating from her flesh, she heard him shoving the tub to one corner. 

"Kathy!" Marie saw her friend as she just stepped from the shower dripping 
wet. 

Gus flung an old towel in her face. It was still wet from his body. 

"Oh, Marie, he . . . oh God!" 

"Had more fun with the little slut. Guess it's time to turn 'em out, 
though," Jack said, rubbing his hand slowly over the girl's asscheeks. 

Kathy didn't flinch. It must have been quite a scene to have numbed her so. 
He had dressed her back in her work uniform-or what was left of it. 

"Got your dress here too," Jack said, flinging the shredded garment in her 
face. "We'll take you back to town. Then you can do what you want. But don't 
go spreadin' word about us or you'll wish you'd bought the farm right here," 
he added. 

Marie shivered. No, she would tell no one. And from what she could read in 
her friend's eyes, Kathy would say nothing. They were too mortified, too 
intimidated by what had happened to report this to anyone. Nobody would 
believe this! It was too far-fetched, too horrid to be true. 

"Please, can we go now?" Marie asked. 

"Sure," Gus said. 

Gus and Jack watched as Marie dressed, then motioned her toward the stairs. 
Kathy followed Marie. It had been a horrible experience. And yet she and 
Kathy had survived this horror. It had been a part of their lives, and had 
opened some part of their mind-a part, Marie feared, that would never close 
again. It would be a miracle for her and her friend to lead a "normal" life, 
whatever that was. Somehow she felt they would muddle through. But, from 
this day forward, their idea of pleasure and satisfaction would change 
forever. 

"And maybe you'll come back and see us." 

"Never," Marie muttered. But something in her told the girl her judgment 
might be faulty. 


THE END
